Aeneid

Virgil

Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.

  1. The Rutules seized the spoils of victory,
  2. and slowly to their camp, with wail and cry,
  3. bore Volscens' corse; and in the eamp they made
  4. like wailing over Rhamnes lifeless found,
  5. o'er Numa and Serranus, and a throng
  6. of princes dead. The gazing people pressed
  7. around the slain, the dying, where the earth
  8. ran red with slaughter and full many a stream
  9. of trickling gore; nor did they fail to know
  10. Messapus' glittering helm, his baldric fair,
  11. recaptured now with lavish sweat and pain.
  1. Now, from Tithonus' saffron couch set free,
  2. Aurora over many a land outpoured
  3. the rising morn; the sun's advancing beam
  4. unveiled the world; and Turnus to his host
  5. gave signal to stand forth, while he arrayed
  6. himself in glorious arms. Then every chief
  7. awoke his mail-clad company, and stirred
  8. their slumbering wrath with tidings from the foe.
  9. Tumultuously shouting, they impaled
  10. on lifted spears—O pitiable sight! —
  11. the heads of Nisus and Euryalus.
  12. Th' undaunted Trojans stood in battle-line
  13. along the wall to leftward (for the right
  14. the river-front defended) keeping guard
  15. on the broad moat; upon the ramparts high
  16. sad-eyed they stood, and shuddered as they saw
  17. the hero-faces thrust aloft; too well
  18. their loyal grief the blood-stained features knew.