Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- But when first the light
- of reason to his blinded soul returned,
- he strained his flaming eyeballs to behold
- the distant wall, and from his chariot gazed
- in wonder at the lordly citadel.
- For, lo, a pointed peak of flame uprolled
- from tier to tier, and surging skyward seized
- a tower—the very tower his own proud hands
- had built of firm-set beams and wheeled in place,
- and slung its Iofty bridges high in air.
- “Fate is too strong, my sister! Seek no more
- to stay the stroke. But let me hence pursue
- that path where Heaven and cruel Fortune call.
- Aeneas I must meet; and I must bear
- the bitterness of death, whate'er it be.
- O sister, thou shalt look upon my shame
- no longer. But first grant a madman's will!”
- He spoke; and leaping from his chariot, sped
- through foes and foemen's spears, not seeing now
- his sister's sorrow, as in swift career
- he burst from line to line. Thus headlong falls
- a mountain-boulder by a whirlwind flung
- from lofty peak, or loosened by much rain,
- or by insidious lapse of seasons gone;
- the huge, resistless crag goes plunging down
- by leaps and bounds, o'erwhelming as it flies
- tall forests, Bocks and herds, and mortal men:
- so through the scattered legions Turnus ran
- straight to the city walls, where all the ground
- was drenched with blood, and every passing air
- shrieked with the noise of spears. His lifted hand
- made sign of silence as he loudly called:
- “Refrain, Rutulians! O ye Latins all,
- your spears withhold! The issue of the fray
- is all my own. I only can repair
- our broken truce by judgment of the sword.”
- Back fell the hostile lines, and cleared the field.