Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- She ceased; and swiftly from the peak of heaven
- moved earthward, trailing cloud-wrack through the air,
- and girdled with the storm. She took her way
- to where Troy's warriors faced Laurentum's line.
- There of a hollow cloud the goddess framed
- a shape of airy, unsubstantial shade,
- Aeneas' image, wonderful to see,
- and decked it with a Dardan lance and shield,
- a crested helmet on the godlike head;
- and windy words she gave of soulless sound,
- and motion like a stride—such shapes, they say,
- the hovering phantoms of the dead put on,
- or empty dreams which cheat our slumbering eyes.
- Forth to the front of battle this vain shade
- stalked insolent, and with its voice and spear
- challenged the warrior. At it Turnus flew,
- and hurled a hissing spear with distant aim;
- the thing wheeled round and fled. The foe forthwith,
- thinking Aeneas vanquished, with blind scorn
- flattered his own false hope: “Where wilt thou fly,
- Aeneas? Wilt thou break a bridegroom's word?
- This sword will give thee title to some land
- thou hast sailed far to find!” So clamoring loud
- he followed, flashing far his naked sword;
- nor saw the light winds waft his dream away.