Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- From ancient Corythus had Acron come,
- a Greek, who left half-sung his wedding-song,
- and was an exile; him Mezentius saw
- among long lines of foes, with flaunting plumes
- and purple garments from his plighted spouse.
- Then as a starving lion when he prowls
- about high pasture-lands, urged on his way
- by maddening hunger (if perchance he see
- a flying she-goat or tall-antlered stag)
- lifts up his shaggy mane, and gaping wide
- his monstrous jaws, springs at the creature's side,
- feeding foul-lipped, insatiable of gore:
- so through his gathered foes Mezentius
- flew at his prey. He stretched along the ground
- ill-fated Acron, who breathed life away,
- beating the dark dust with his heels, and bathed
- his broken weapons in his blood. Nor deigned
- Mezentius to strike Orodes down
- as he took flight, nor deal a wound unseen
- with far-thrown spear; but ran before his face,
- fronting him man to man, nor would he win
- by sleight or trick, but by a mightier sword.
- Soon on the fallen foe he set his heel,
- and, pushing hard, with heel and spear, cried out:
- “Look ye, my men, where huge Orodes lies,
- himself a dangerous portion of this war!”
- With loyal, Ioud acclaim his peers reply;
- but thus the dying hero: “Victor mine,
- whoe'er thou art, I fall not unavenged!
- Thou shalt but triumph for a fleeting hour.
- Like doom for thee is written. Speedily
- thou shalt this dust inhabit, even as I!”
- Mezentius answered him with wrathful smile:
- “Now die! What comes on me concerns alone
- the Sire of gods and Sovereign of mankind.”
- So saying, from the wounded breast he plucked
- his javelin: and on those eyes there fell
- inexorable rest and iron slumber,
- and in unending night their vision closed.
- Then Caedicus cut down Alcathous,
- Sacrator slew Hydaspes, Rapo smote
- Parthenius and Orses stout and strong;
- Messapus, good blade cut down Clonius
- and Ericetes, fierce Lycaon's child;
- the one from an unbridled war-horse thrown,
- the other slain dismounted. Then rode forth
- Agis the Lycian, but bold Valerus,
- true to his valiant breeding, hurled him down;
- having slain Thronius, Salius was slain
- by skilled Nealces, of illustrious name
- for spear well cast and far-surprising bow.