Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Meanwhile the Teucrian legions to the wall
- draw near, with Tuscan lords and cavalry
- in numbered troops arrayed. Loud-footed steeds
- prance o'er the field, to manage of the rein
- rebellious, but turned deftly here or there.
- The iron harvest of keen spears spreads far,
- and all the plain burns bright with lifted steel.
- Messapus and swift Latin cavalry,
- Coras his brother, and th' attending train
- of the fair maid Camilla, form their lines
- in the opposing field. Their poised right hands
- point the long lances forward, and light shafts
- are brandished in the air; the warrior hosts
- on steeds of fire come kindling as they ride.
- One instant, at a spear-throw's space, each line
- its motion stays; then with one sudden cry
- they rush forth, spurring on each frenzied steed.
- From-every side the multitudinous spears
- pour down like snowflakes, mantling heaven in shade.
- Now with contending spears and straining thews,
- Tyrrhenus, and Aconteus, champion bold,
- ride forward; with the onset terrible
- loudly their armor rings; their chargers twain
- crash breast to breast, and like a thunderbolt
- Aconteus drops, or like a ponderous stone
- hurled from a catapult; full length he falls,
- surrend'ring to the winds his fleeting soul.