Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Turnus no lingering knows, but fiercely hurls
- his whole line on the Teucrians, and makes stand
- along the shore. Now peals the trumpet's call.
- Aeneas in the van led on his troop
- against the rustic foe, bright augury
- for opening war, and laid the Latins low,
- slaughtering Theron, a huge chief who dared
- offer Aeneas battle; through the scales
- of brazen mail and corselet stiff with gold
- the sword drove deep, and gored the gaping side.
- Then smote he Lichas, from his mother's womb
- ripped in her dying hour, and unto thee,
- O Phoebus, vowed, because his infant days
- escaped the fatal steel. Hard by him fell
- stout Cisseus and gigantic Gyas; these
- to death were hurled, while with their knotted clubs
- they slew opposing hosts; but naught availed
- Herculean weapons, nor their mighty hands,
- or that Melampus was their sire, a peer
- of Hercules, what time in heavy toils
- through earth he roved. See next how Pharon boasts!
- But while he vainly raves, the whirling spear
- smites full on his loud mouth. And also thou,
- Cydon, wast by the Trojan stroke o'erthrown,
- while following in ill-omened haste the steps
- of Clytius, thy last joy, whose round cheek wore
- its youthful golden down: soon hadst thou lain
- in death, unheeding of thy fancies fond
- which ever turned to youth;—but now arose
- the troop of all thy brothers, Phorcus' sons,
- a close array of seven, and seven spears
- they hurled: some from Aeneas' helm or shield
- glanced off in vain; some Venus' kindly power,
- just as they touched his body, turned away.
- Aeneas then to true Achates cried:
- “Bring on my spears: not one shall fruitless fly
- against yon Rutules, even as they pierced
- the breasts of Greeks upon the Ilian plain.”
- Then one great shaft he seized and threw; it sped
- straight into Maeon's brazen shield, and clove
- his mail-clad heart. Impetuous to his aid
- brother Alcanor came, and lifted up
- with strong right hand his brother as he fell:
- but through his arm a second skilful shaft
- made bloody way, and by the sinews held
- the lifeless right hand from the shoulder swung.
- Then from his brother's body Numitor
- the weapon plucked and hurled it, furious,
- upon Aeneas; but it could not strike
- the hero's self, and grazed along the thigh
- of great Achates. Next into the fight
- Clausus of Cures came, in youthful bloom
- exulting, and with far-thrown javelin
- struck Dryops at the chin, and took away
- from the gashed, shrieking throat both life and voice;
- the warrior's fallen forehead smote the dust;
- his lips poured forth thick blood. There also fell
- three Thracians, odspring of the lordly stem
- of Boreas, and three of Idas' sons
- from Ismara, by various doom struck down.
- Halaesus here his wild Auruncans brings;
- and flying to the fight comes Neptune's son,
- Messapus, famous horseman. On both sides
- each charges on the foe. Ausonia's strand
- is one wide strife. As when o'er leagues of air
- the envious winds give battle to their peers,
- well-matched in rage and power; and neither they
- nor clouds above, nor plunging seas below
- will end the doubtful war, but each withstands
- the onset of the whole—in such wild way
- the line of Trojans on the Latian line
- hurls itself, limb on limb and man on man.