Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- He scarce had said, when moving o'er the crest
- of a high hill a giant shape we saw:
- that shepherd Polyphemus, with his flocks
- down-wending to the well-known water-side;
- huge, shapeless, horrible, with blinded eye,
- bearing a lopped pine for a staff, he made
- his footing sure, while the white, fleecy sheep,
- sole pleasure now, and solace of his woes,
- ran huddling at his side.
- Soon to the vast flood of the level brine
- he came, and washed the flowing gore away
- from that out-hollowed eye; he gnashed his teeth,
- groaning, and deep into the watery way
- stalked on, his tall bulk wet by scarce a wave.
- We fled in haste, though far, and with us bore
- the truthful suppliant; cut silently
- the anchor-ropes, and, bending to the oar,
- swept on with eager strokes clean out to sea.
- Aware he was, and toward our loud halloo
- whirled sudden round; but when no power had he
- to seize or harm, nor could his fierce pursuit
- o'ertake the Ionian surges as they rolled,
- he raised a cry incredible; the sea
- with all its billows trembled; the wide shore
- of Italy from glens and gorges moaned,
- and Aetna roared from every vaulted cave.