Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Behold Murranus, boasting his high birth
- from far-descended sires of storied name,
- the line of Latium's kings! Aeneas now
- with mountain-boulder lays him low in dust,
- smitten with whirlwind of the monster stone;
- and o'er him fallen under yoke and rein
- roll his own chariot wheels, while with swift tread
- the mad hoofs of his horses stamp him down,
- not knowing him their lord. But Turnus found
- proud Hyllus fronting him with frantic rage,
- and at his golden helmet launched the shaft
- that pierced it; in his cloven brain it clung.
- Nor could thy sword, O Cretheus, save thee then
- from Turnus, though of bravest Greeks the peer;
- nor did Cupencus' gods their priest defend
- against Aeneas, but his breast he gave
- unto the hostile blade; his brazen shield
- delayed no whit his miserable doom.
- Thee also, Aeolus, Laurentum saw
- spread thy huge body dying on the ground;
- yea, dying, thou whom Greeks in serried arms
- subdued not, nor Achilles' hand that hurled
- the throne of Priam down: here didst thou touch
- thy goal of death; one stately house was thine
- on Ida's mountain, at Lyrnessus, one;
- Laurentum's hallowed earth was but thy grave.
- Now the whole host contends; all Latium meets
- all Ilium; Mnestheus and Serestus bold;
- Messapus, the steed-breaker, and high-soured
- Asilas; Tuscans in a phalanx proud;
- Arcadian riders of Evander's train:
- each warrior lifts him to his height supreme
- of might and skill; no sloth nor lingering now,
- but in one far-spread conflict all contend.