Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Not o'er domain so wide Alcides passed,
- Although the brazen-footed doe he slew
- And stilled the groves of Erymanth, and bade
- The beast of Lerna at his arrows quail.
- Nor half so far triumphant Baechus drove,
- With vine-entwisted reins, his frolic team
- Of tigers from the tall-topped Indian hill.
- “Still do we doubt if heroes' deeds can fill
- A realm so wide? Shall craven fear constrain
- Thee or thy people from Ausonia's shore?
- Look, who is he I may discern from far
- By olive-branch and holy emblems known?
- His flowing locks and hoary beard, behold!
- Fit for a Roman king! By hallowed laws
- He shall found Rome anew—from mean estate
- In lowly Cures led to mightier sway.
- But after him arises one whose reign
- Shall wake the land from slumber: Tullus then
- Shall stir slack chiefs to battle, rallying
- His hosts which had forgot what triumphs be.
- Him boastful Ancus follows hard upon,
- o'erflushed with his light people's windy praise.
- Wilt thou see Tarquins now? And haughty hand
- Of vengeful Brutus seize the signs of power?
- He first the consul's name shall take; he first
- Th' inexorable fasces sternly bear.
- When his own sons in rash rebellion join,
- The father and the judge shall sentence give
- In beauteous freedom's cause—unhappy he!
- Howe'er the age to come the story tell,
- 't will bless such love of honor and of Rome.
- See Decius, sire and son, the Drusi, see!
- Behold Torquatus with his axe! Look where
- Camillus brings the Gallic standards home!
- “But who are these in glorious armor clad
- And equal power? In this dark world of cloud
- Their souls in concord move;—but woe is me!
- What duel 'twixt them breaks, when by and by
- The light of life is theirs, and forth they call
- Their long-embattled lines to carnage dire!
- Allied by nuptial truce, the sire descends
- From Alpine rampart and that castled cliff,
- Monoecus by the sea; the son arrays
- His hostile legions in the lands of morn.
- Forbear, my children! School not your great souls
- In such vast wars, nor turn your giant strength
- Against the bowels of your native land!
- But be thou first, 0 first in mercy! thou
- Who art of birth Olympian! Fling away
- Thy glorious sword, mine offspring and mine heir!
- “Yonder is one whose chariot shall ascend
- The laurelled Capitolian steep; he rides
- In glory o'er Achaea's hosts laid low,
- And Corinth overthrown. There, too, is he
- Who shall uproot proud Argos and the towers
- Of Agamemnon; vanquishing the heir
- Even of Aeacus, the warrior seed
- Of Peleus' son; such vengeance shall be wrought
- For Troy's slain sires, and violated shrines!
- “Or who could fail great Cato's name to tell?
- Or, Cossus, thine? or in oblivion leave
- The sons of Gracchus? or the Scipios,
- Twin thunderbolts of war, and Libya's bane?
- Or, more than kingly in his mean abode,
- Fabricius? or Serranus at the plough?
- Ye Fabii, how far would ye prolong
- My weary praise? But see! 'T is Maximus,
- Who by wise waiting saves his native land.
- “Let others melt and mould the breathing bronze
- To forms more fair,—aye! out of marble bring
- Features that live; let them plead causes well;
- Or trace with pointed wand the cycled heaven,
- And hail the constellations as they rise;
- But thou, 0 Roman, learn with sovereign sway
- To rule the nations. Thy great art shall be
- To keep the world in lasting peace, to spare
- humbled foe, and crush to earth the proud.”