Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- A sacred custom the Hesperian land
- of Latium knew, by all the Alban hills
- honored unbroken, which wide-ruling Rome
- keeps to this day, when to new stroke she stirs
- the might of Mars; if on the Danube's wave
- resolved to fling the mournful doom of war,
- or on the Caspian folk or Arabs wild;
- or chase the morning far as India's verge,
- ind from the Parthian despot wrest away
- our banners Iost. Twin Gates of War there be,
- of fearful name, to Mars' fierce godhead vowed:
- a hundred brass bars shut them, and the strength
- of uncorrupting steel; in sleepless watch
- Janus the threshold keeps. 'T is here, what time
- the senate's voice is war, the consul grave
- in Gabine cincture and Quirinal shift
- himself the griding hinges backward moves,
- and bids the Romans arm; obedient then
- the legionary host makes Ioud acclaim,
- and hoarse consent the brazen trumpets blow.
- Thus King Latinus on the sons of Troy
- was urged to open war, and backward roll
- those gates of sorrow: but the aged king
- recoiled, refused the loathsome task, and fled
- to solitary shades. Then from the skies
- the Queen of gods stooped down, and her sole hand
- the lingering portal moved; Saturnia
- swung on their hinges the barred gates of war.
- ausonia from its old tranquillity
- bursts forth in flame. Foot-soldiers through the field
- run to and fro; and mounted on tall steeds
- the cavaliers in clouds of dust whirl by.
- All arm in haste. Some oil the glittering shield
- or javelin bright, or on the whetstone wear
- good axes to an edge, while joyful bands
- uplift the standards or the trumpets blow.
- Five mighty cities to their anvils bring
- new-tempered arms: Atina—martial name —
- proud Tibur, Ardea, Crustumium,
- and river-walled Antemnae, crowned with towers
- strong hollow helmets on their brows they draw
- and weave them willow-shields; or melt and mould
- corselets of brass or shining silver greaves;
- none now for pruning-hook or sacred plough
- have love or care: but old, ancestral swords
- for hardier tempering to the smith they bring.
- Now peals the clarion; through the legions pass
- the watchwords: the impatient yeoman takes
- his helmet from the idle roof-tree hung;
- while to his chariot the master yokes
- the mettled war-horse, dons a shining shield
- and golden mail, and buckles his good sword.