Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Far, far within the dragon Hydra broods
- With half a hundred mouths, gaping and black;
- And Tartarus slopes downward to the dark
- Twice the whole space that in the realms of light
- Th' Olympian heaven above our earth aspires. —
- Here Earth's first offspring, the Titanic brood,
- Roll lightning-blasted in the gulf profound;
- The twin , colossal shades,
- Came on my view; their hands made stroke at Heaven
- And strove to thrust Jove from his seat on high.
- I saw Salmoneus his dread stripes endure,
- Who dared to counterfeit Olympian thunder
- And Jove's own fire. In chariot of four steeds,
- Brandishing torches, he triumphant rode
- Through throngs of Greeks, o'er Elis' sacred way,
- Demanding worship as a god. 0 fool!
- To mock the storm's inimitable flash—
- With crash of hoofs and roll of brazen wheel!
- But mightiest Jove from rampart of thick cloud
- Hurled his own shaft, no flickering, mortal flame,
- And in vast whirl of tempest laid him low.
- Next unto these, on Tityos I looked,
- Child of old Earth, whose womb all creatures bears:
- Stretched o'er nine roods he lies; a vulture huge
- Tears with hooked beak at his immortal side,
- Or deep in entrails ever rife with pain
- Gropes for a feast, making his haunt and home
- In the great Titan bosom; nor will give
- To ever new-born flesh surcease of woe.
- Why name Ixion and Pirithous,
- The Lapithae, above whose impious brows
- A crag of flint hangs quaking to its fall,
- As if just toppling down, while couches proud,
- Propped upon golden pillars, bid them feast
- In royal glory: but beside them lies
- The eldest of the Furies, whose dread hands
- Thrust from the feast away, and wave aloft
- A flashing firebrand, with shrieks of woe.
- Here in a prison-house awaiting doom
- Are men who hated, long as life endured,
- Their brothers, or maltreated their gray sires,
- Or tricked a humble friend; the men who grasped
- At hoarded riches, with their kith and kin
- Not sharing ever—an unnumbered throng;
- Here slain adulterers be; and men who dared
- To fight in unjust cause, and break all faith
- With their own lawful lords. Seek not to know
- What forms of woe they feel, what fateful shape
- Of retribution hath o'erwhelmed them there.
- Some roll huge boulders up; some hang on wheels,
- Lashed to the whirling spokes; in his sad seat
- Theseus is sitting, nevermore to rise;
- Unhappy Phlegyas uplifts his voice
- In warning through the darkness, calling loud,
- ‘0, ere too late, learn justice and fear God!’
- Yon traitor sold his country, and for gold
- Enchained her to a tyrant, trafficking
- In laws, for bribes enacted or made void;
- Another did incestuously take
- His daughter for a wife in lawless bonds.
- All ventured some unclean, prodigious crime;
- And what they dared, achieved. I could not tell,
- Not with a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues,
- Or iron voice, their divers shapes of sin,
- Nor call by name the myriad pangs they bear.”