Aeneid

Virgil

Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.

  1. While thus they talked, the crimsoned car of Morn
  2. Had wheeled beyond the midmost point of heaven,
  3. On her ethereal road. The princely pair
  4. Had wasted thus the whole brief gift of hours;
  5. But Sibyl spoke the warning: “Night speeds by,
  6. And we, Aeneas, lose it in lamenting.
  7. Here comes the place where cleaves our way in twain.
  8. Thy road, the right, toward Pluto's dwelling goes,
  9. And leads us to Elysium. But the left
  10. Speeds sinful souls to doom, and is their path
  11. To Tartarus th' accurst.”
  12. Cried out: “0 priestess, be not wroth with us!
  13. Back to the ranks with yonder ghosts I go.
  14. 0 glory of my race, pass on! Thy lot
  15. Be happier than mine!” He spoke, and fled.