Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- So saying, she stirred a passion-burning breast
- to Iove more madly still; her words infused
- a doubting mind with hope, and bade the blush
- of shame begone. First to the shrines they went
- and sued for grace; performing sacrifice,
- choosing an offering of unblemished ewes,
- to law-bestowing Ceres, to the god
- of light, to sire Lyeus, Iord of wine;
- but chiefly unto Juno, patroness
- of nuptial vows. There Dido, beauteous Queen
- held forth in her right hand the sacred bowl
- and poured it full between the lifted horns
- of the white heifer; or on temple floors
- she strode among the richly laden shrines,
- the eyes of gods upon her, worshipping
- with many a votive gift; or, peering deep
- into the victims' cloven sides, she read
- the fate-revealing tokens trembling there.
- How blind the hearts of prophets be! Alas!
- Of what avail be temples and fond prayers
- to change a frenzied mind? Devouring ever,
- love's fire burns inward to her bones; she feels
- quick in her breast the viewless, voiceless wound.
- Ill-fated Dido ranges up and down
- the spaces of her city, desperate
- her life one flame—like arrow-stricken doe
- through Cretan forest rashly wandering,
- pierced by a far-off shepherd, who pursues
- with shafts, and leaves behind his light-winged steed,
- not knowing; while she scours the dark ravines
- of Dicte and its woodlands; at her heart
- the mortal barb irrevocably clings.
- around her city's battlements she guides
- aeneas, to make show of Sidon's gold,
- and what her realm can boast; full oft her voice
- essays to speak and frembling dies away:
- or, when the daylight fades, she spreads anew
- a royal banquet, and once more will plead
- mad that she is, to hear the Trojan sorrow;
- and with oblivious ravishment once more
- hangs on his lips who tells; or when her guests
- are scattered, and the wan moon's fading horn
- bedims its ray, while many a sinking star
- invites to slumber, there she weeps alone
- in the deserted hall, and casts her down
- on the cold couch he pressed. Her love from far
- beholds her vanished hero and receives
- his voice upon her ears; or to her breast,
- moved by a father's image in his child,
- she clasps Ascanius, seeking to deceive
- her unblest passion so. Her enterprise
- of tower and rampart stops: her martial host
- no Ionger she reviews, nor fashions now
- defensive haven and defiant wall;
- but idly all her half-built bastions frown,
- and enginery of sieges, high as heaven.