Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- In answer (reading the dissembler's mind
- which unto Libyan shores were fain to shift
- italia's future throne) thus Venus spoke:
- “'T were mad to spurn such favor, or by choice
- be numbered with thy foes. But can it be
- that fortune on thy noble counsel smiles?
- To me Fate shows but dimly whether Jove
- unto the Trojan wanderers ordains
- a common city with the sons of Tyre,
- with mingling blood and sworn, perpetual peace.
- His wife thou art; it is thy rightful due
- to plead to know his mind. Go, ask him, then!
- For humbly I obey!” With instant word
- Juno the Queen replied: “Leave that to me!
- But in what wise our urgent task and grave
- may soon be sped, I will in brief unfold
- to thine attending ear. A royal hunt
- in sylvan shades unhappy Dido gives
- for her Aeneas, when to-morrow's dawn
- uplifts its earliest ray and Titan's beam
- shall first unveil the world. But I will pour
- black storm-clouds with a burst of heavy hail
- along their way; and as the huntsmen speed
- to hem the wood with snares, I will arouse
- all heaven with thunder. The attending train
- shall scatter and be veiled in blinding dark,
- while Dido and her hero out of Troy
- to the same cavern fly. My auspices
- I will declare—if thou alike wilt bless;
- and yield her in true wedlock for his bride.
- Such shall their spousal be!” To Juno's will
- Cythera's Queen inclined assenting brow,
- and laughed such guile to see. Aurora rose,
- and left the ocean's rim. The city's gates
- pour forth to greet the morn a gallant train
- of huntsmen, bearing many a woven snare
- and steel-tipped javelin; while to and fro
- run the keen-scented dogs and Libyan squires.
- The Queen still keeps her chamber; at her doors
- the Punic lords await; her palfrey, brave
- in gold and purple housing, paws the ground
- and fiercely champs the foam-flecked bridle-rein.
- At last, with numerous escort, forth she shines:
- her Tyrian pall is bordered in bright hues,
- her quiver, gold; her tresses are confined
- only with gold; her robes of purple rare
- meet in a golden clasp. To greet her come
- the noble Phrygian guests; among them smiles
- the boy Iulus; and in fair array
- Aeneas, goodliest of all his train.
- In such a guise Apollo (when he leaves
- cold Lycian hills and Xanthus' frosty stream
- to visit Delos to Latona dear)
- ordains the song, while round his altars cry
- the choirs of many islands, with the pied,
- fantastic Agathyrsi; soon the god
- moves o'er the Cynthian steep; his flowing hair
- he binds with laurel garland and bright gold;
- upon his shining shoulder as he goes
- the arrows ring:—not less uplifted mien
- aeneas wore; from his illustrious brow
- such beauty shone. Soon to the mountains tall
- the cavalcade comes nigh, to pathless haunts
- of woodland creatures; the wild goats are seen,
- from pointed crag descending leap by leap
- down the steep ridges; in the vales below
- are routed deer, that scour the spreading plain,
- and mass their dust-blown squadrons in wild flight,
- far from the mountain's bound. Ascanius
- flushed with the sport, spurs on a mettled steed
- from vale to vale, and many a flying herd
- his chase outspeeds; but in his heart he prays
- among these tame things suddenly to see
- a tusky boar, or, leaping from the hills,
- a growling mountain-lion, golden-maned.