Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Now forth beneath the wide-swung city-gates
- the mounted squadron poured; Aeneas rode,
- companioned of Achates, in the van;
- then other lords of Troy. There Pallas shone
- conspicuous in the midmost line, with cloak
- and blazoned arms, as when the Morning-star
- (To Venus dearest of all orbs that burn),
- out of his lucent bath in ocean wave
- lifts to the skies his countenance divine,
- and melts the shadows of the night away.
- Upon the ramparts trembling matrons stand
- and follow with dimmed eyes the dusty cloud
- whence gleam the brazen arms. The warriors ride
- straight on through brake and fell, the nearest way;
- loud ring the war-cries, and in martial line
- the pounding hoof-beats shake the crumbling ground.
- By Caere's cold flood lies an ample grove
- revered from age to age. The hollowing hills
- enclasp it in wide circles of dark fir,
- and the Pelasgians, so the legends tell,
- primaeval settlers of the Latin plains,
- called it the haunt of Silvan, kindly god
- of flocks and fields, and honoring the grove
- gave it a festal day. Hard by this spot
- had Tarchon with the Tuscans fortified
- his bivouac, and from the heights afar
- his legions could be seen in wide array
- outstretching through the plain. To meet them there
- Aeneas and his veteran chivalry
- made sure advance, and found repose at eve
- for warrior travel-worn and fainting steed.