Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- But lo! from Argos on her voyage of air
- rides the dread spouse of Jove. She, sky-enthroned
- above the far Sicilian promontory,
- pachynus, sees Dardania's rescued fleet,
- and all Aeneas' joy. The prospect shows
- houses a-building, lands of safe abode,
- and the abandoned ships. With bitter grief
- she stands at gaze: then with storm-shaken brows,
- thus from her heart lets loose the wrathful word:
- “O hated race! O Phrygian destinies —
- to mine forevermore (unhappy me!)
- a scandal and offense! Did no one die
- on Troy's embattled plain? Could captured slaves
- not be enslaved again? Was Ilium's flame
- no warrior's funeral pyre? Did they walk safe
- through serried swords and congregated fires?
- At last, methought, my godhead might repose,
- and my full-fed revenge in slumber lie.
- But nay! Though flung forth from their native land,
- I o'er the waves, with enmity unstayed,
- dared give them chase, and on that exiled few
- hurled the whole sea. I smote the sons of Troy
- with ocean's power and heaven's. But what availed
- Syrtes, or Scylla, or Charybdis' waves?
- The Trojans are in Tiber; and abide
- within their prayed-for land delectable,
- safe from the seas and me! Mars once had power
- the monstrous Lapithae to slay; and Jove
- to Dian's honor and revenge gave o'er
- the land of Calydon. What crime so foul
- was wrought by Lapithae or Calydon?
- But I, Jove's wife and Queen, who in my woes
- have ventured each bold stroke my power could find,
- and every shift essayed,—behold me now
- outdone by this Aeneas! If so weak
- my own prerogative of godhead be,
- let me seek strength in war, come whence it will!
- If Heaven I may not move, on Hell I call.
- To bar him from his Latin throne exceeds
- my fated power. So be it! Fate has given
- Lavinia for his bride. But long delays
- I still can plot, and to the high event
- deferment and obstruction. I can smite
- the subjects of both kings. Let sire and son
- buy with their people's blood this marriage-bond!
- Let Teucrian and Rutulian slaughter be
- thy virgin dower, and Bellona's blaze
- light thee the bridal bed! Not only teemed
- the womb of Hecuba with burning brand,
- and brought forth nuptial fires; but Venus, too,
- such offspring bore, a second Paris, who
- to their new Troy shall fatal wedlock bring.”