Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Forthwith Aeneas summons all who will
- to contest of swift arrows, and displays
- reward and prize. With mighty hand he rears
- a mast within th' arena, from the ship
- of good Sergestus taken; and thereto
- a fluttering dove by winding cord is bound
- for target of their shafts. Soon to the match
- the rival bowmen came and cast the lots
- into a brazen helmet. First came forth
- Hippocoon's number, son of Hyrtacus,
- by cheers applauded; Mnestheus was the next,
- late victor in the ship-race, Mnestheus crowned
- with olive-garland; next Eurytion,
- brother of thee, O bowman most renowned,
- Pandarus, breaker of the truce, who hurled
- his shaft upon the Achaeans, at the word
- the goddess gave. Acestes' Iot and name
- came from the helmet last, whose royal hand
- the deeds of youth dared even yet to try.
- Each then with strong arm bends his pliant bow,
- each from the quiver plucks a chosen shaft.
- First, with loud arrow whizzing from the string,
- the young Hippocoon with skyward aim
- cuts through the yielding air; and lo! his barb
- pierces the very wood, and makes the mast
- tremble; while with a fluttering, frighted wing
- the bird tugs hard,—and plaudits fill the sky.
- Boldly rose Mnestheus, and with bow full-drawn
- aimed both his eye and shaft aloft; but he
- failing, unhappy man, to bring his barb
- up to the dove herself, just cut the cord
- and broke the hempen bond, whereby her feet
- were captive to the tree: she, taking flight,
- clove through the shadowing clouds her path of air.
- But swiftly—for upon his waiting bow
- he held a shaft in rest—Eurytion
- invoked his brother's shade, and, marking well
- the dove, whose happy pinions fluttered free
- in vacant sky, pierced her, hard by a cloud;
- lifeless she fell, and left in light of heaven
- her spark of life, as, floating down, she bore
- the arrow back to earth. Acestes now
- remained, last rival, though the victor's palm
- to him was Iost; yet did the aged sire,
- to show his prowess and resounding bow,
- hurl forth one shaft in air; then suddenly
- all eyes beheld such wonder as portends
- events to be (but when fulfilment came,
- too late the fearful seers its warning sung):
- for, soaring through the stream of cloud, his shaft
- took fire, tracing its bright path in flame,
- then vanished on the wind,—as oft a star
- will fall unfastened from the firmament,
- while far behind its blazing tresses flow.
- Awe-struck both Trojan and Trinacrian stood,
- calling upon the gods. Nor came the sign
- in vain to great Aeneas. But his arms
- folded the blest Acestes to his heart,
- and, Ioading him with noble gifts, he cried:
- “Receive them, sire! The great Olympian King
- some peerless honor to thy name decrees
- by such an omen given. I offer thee
- this bowl with figures graven, which my sire,
- good gray Anchises, for proud gift received
- of Thracian Cisseus, for their friendship's pledge
- and memory evermore.” Thereon he crowned
- his brows with garland of the laurel green,
- and named Acestes victor over all.
- Nor could Eurytion, noble youth, think ill
- of honor which his own surpassed, though he,
- he only, pierced the bird in upper air.
- Next gift was his whose arrow cut the cord;
- last, his whose light shaft clove the lofty pine.