Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Aeneas ceased. The other long had scanned
- the hero's face, his eyes, and wondering viewed
- his form and mien divine; in answer now
- he briefly spoke: “With hospitable heart,
- O bravest warrior of all Trojan-born,
- I know and welcome thee. I well recall
- thy sire Anchises, how he looked and spake.
- For I remember Priam, when he came
- to greet his sister, Queen Hesione,
- in Salamis, and thence pursued his way
- to our cool uplands of Arcadia.
- The bloom of tender boyhood then was mine,
- and with a wide-eyed wonder I did view
- those Teucrian lords, Laomedon's great heir,
- and, towering highest in their goodly throng,
- Anchises, whom my warm young heart desired
- to speak with and to clasp his hand in mine.
- So I approached, and joyful led him home
- to Pheneus' olden wall. He gave me gifts
- the day he bade adieu; a quiver rare
- filled with good Lycian arrows, a rich cloak
- inwove with thread of gold, and bridle reins
- all golden, now to youthful Pallas given.
- Therefore thy plea is granted, and my hand
- here clasps in loyal amity with thine.
- To-morrow at the sunrise thou shalt have
- my tribute for the war, and go thy way
- my glad ally. But now this festival,
- whose solemn rite 't were impious to delay,
- I pray thee celebrate, and bring with thee
- well-omened looks and words. Allies we are!
- Use this our sacred feast as if your own.”