Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Swift through the Libyan cities Rumor sped.
- Rumor! What evil can surpass her speed?
- In movement she grows mighty, and achieves
- strength and dominion as she swifter flies.
- small first, because afraid, she soon exalts
- her stature skyward, stalking through the lands
- and mantling in the clouds her baleful brow.
- The womb of Earth, in anger at high Heaven,
- bore her, they say, last of the Titan spawn,
- sister to Coeus and Enceladus.
- Feet swift to run and pinions like the wind
- the dreadful monster wears; her carcase huge
- is feathered, and at root of every plume
- a peering eye abides; and, strange to tell,
- an equal number of vociferous tongues,
- foul, whispering lips, and ears, that catch at all.
- At night she spreads midway 'twixt earth and heaven
- her pinions in the darkness, hissing loud,
- nor e'er to happy slumber gives her eyes:
- but with the morn she takes her watchful throne
- high on the housetops or on lofty towers,
- to terrify the nations. She can cling
- to vile invention and malignant wrong,
- or mingle with her word some tidings true.
- She now with changeful story filled men's ears,
- exultant, whether false or true she sung:
- how, Trojan-born Aeneas having come,
- Dido, the lovely widow, Iooked his way,
- deigning to wed; how all the winter long
- they passed in revel and voluptuous ease,
- to dalliance given o'er; naught heeding now
- of crown or kingdom—shameless! lust-enslaved!
- Such tidings broadcast on the lips of men
- the filthy goddess spread; and soon she hied
- to King Iarbas, where her hateful song
- to newly-swollen wrath his heart inflamed.
- Him the god Ammon got by forced embrace
- upon a Libyan nymph; his kingdoms wide
- possessed a hundred ample shrines to Jove,
- a hundred altars whence ascended ever
- the fires of sacrifice, perpetual seats
- for a great god's abode, where flowing blood
- enriched the ground, and on the portals hung
- garlands of every flower. The angered King,
- half-maddened by malignant Rumor's voice,
- unto his favored altars came, and there,
- surrounded by the effluence divine,
- upraised in prayer to Jove his suppliant hands.
- “Almighty Jupiter, to whom each day,
- at banquet on the painted couch reclined,
- Numidia pours libation! Do thine eyes
- behold us? Or when out of yonder heaven,
- o sire, thou launchest the swift thunderbolt,
- is it for naught we fear thee? Do the clouds
- shoot forth blind fire to terrify the soul
- with wild, unmeaning roar? O, Iook upon
- that woman, who was homeless in our realm,
- and bargained where to build her paltry town,
- receiving fertile coastland for her farms,
- by hospitable grant! She dares disdain
- our proffered nuptial vow. She has proclaimed
- Aeneas partner of her bed and throne.
- And now that Paris, with his eunuch crew,
- beneath his chin and fragrant, oozy hair
- ties the soft Lydian bonnet, boasting well
- his stolen prize. But we to all these fanes,
- though they be thine, a fruitless offering bring,
- and feed on empty tales our trust in thee.”
- As thus he prayed and to the altars clung,
- th' Omnipotent gave ear, and turned his gaze
- upon the royal dwelling, where for love
- the amorous pair forgot their place and name.
- Then thus to Mercury he gave command:
- “Haste thee, my son, upon the Zephyrs call,
- and take thy winged way! My mandate bear
- unto that prince of Troy who tarries now
- in Tyrian Carthage, heedless utterly
- of empire Heaven-bestowed. On winged winds
- hasten with my decrees. Not such the man
- his beauteous mother promised; not for this
- twice did she shield him from the Greeks in arms:
- but that he might rule Italy, a land
- pregnant with thrones and echoing with war;
- that he of Teucer's seed a race should sire,
- and bring beneath its law the whole wide world.
- If such a glory and event supreme
- enkindle not his bosom; if such task
- to his own honor speak not; can the sire
- begrudge Ascanius the heritage
- of the proud name of Rome? What plans he now?
- What mad hope bids him linger in the lap
- of enemies, considering no more
- the land Lavinian and Ausonia's sons.
- Let him to sea! Be this our final word:
- this message let our herald faithful bear.”