Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Scarce had Aurora's purple from the sky
- warned off the stars, when Iying very low
- along th' horizon, the dimmed hills we saw
- of Italy; Achates first gave cry
- “Italia!” with answering shouts of joy,
- my comrades' voices cried, “Italia, hail!”
- Anchises, then, wreathed a great bowl with flowers
- and filled with wine, invoking Heaven to bless,
- and thus he prayed from our ship's lofty stern:
- “O Iords of land and sea and every storm!
- Breathe favoring breezes for our onward way!”
- Fresh blew the prayed-for winds. A haven fair
- soon widened near us; and its heights were crowned
- by a Greek fane to Pallas. Yet my men
- furled sail and shoreward veered the pointing prow.
- the port receding from the orient wave
- is curved into a bow; on either side
- the jutting headlands toss the salt sea-foam
- and hide the bay itself. Like double wall
- the towered crags send down protecting arms,
- while distant from the shore the temple stands.
- Here on a green sward, the first omen given,
- I saw four horses grazing through the field,
- each white as snow. Father Anchises cried:
- “Is war thy gift, O new and alien land?
- Horses make war; of war these creatures bode.
- Yet oft before the chariot of peace
- their swift hoofs go, and on their necks they bear
- th' obedient yoke and rein. Therefore a hope
- of peace is also ours.” Then we implored
- Minerva's mercy, at her sacred shrine,
- the mail-clad goddess who gave welcome there;
- and at an altar, mantling well our brows
- the Phrygian way, as Helenus ordained,
- we paid the honors his chief counsel urged,
- with blameless rite, to Juno, Argive Queen.