Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Of such loud insolence and words of shame
- Ascanius brooked no more, but laid a shaft
- athwart his bowstring, and with arms stretched wide
- took aim, first offering suppliant vow to Jove:
- “Almighty Jupiter, thy favor show
- to my bold deed! So to thy shrine I bear
- gifts year by year, and to thine altars lead
- a bull with gilded brows, snow-white, and tall
- as his own dam, what time his youth begins
- to lower his horns and fling the sand in air.”
- The Father heard, and from a cloudless sky
- thundered to leftward, while the deadly bow
- resounded and the arrow's fearful song
- hissed from the string; it struck unswervingly
- the head of Remulus and clove its way
- deep in the hollows of his brow. “Begone!
- Proud mocker at the brave! Lo, this reply
- twice-vanquished Phrygians to Rutulia send.”
- Ascanius said no more. The Teucrians
- with deep-voiced shout of joy applaud, and lift
- their exultation starward. Then from heaven
- the flowing-haired Apollo bent his gaze
- upon Ausonia's host, and cloud-enthroned
- looked downward o'er the city, speaking thus
- to fair Iulus in his victory:
- “Hail to thy maiden prowess, boy! This way
- the starward path to dwelling-place divine.
- O sired of gods and sire of gods to come,
- all future storms of war by Fate ordained
- shall into peace and lawful calm subside
- beneath the offspring of Assaracus.
- No Trojan destinies thy glory bound.”
- So saying, from his far, ethereal seat
- he hied him down, and, cleaving the quick winds
- drew near Ascanius. He wore the guise
- of aged Butes, who erewhile had borne
- Anchises, armor and kept trusty guard
- before his threshold, but attended now
- Ascanius, by commandment of his sire.
- Clad in this graybeard's every aspect, moved
- apollo forth,—his very voice and hue,
- his hoary locks and grimly sounding shield, —
- and to the flushed Iulus spoke this word:
- “Child of Aeneas, be content that now
- Numanus unavenged thine arrows feels.
- Such dawn of glory great Apollo's will
- concedes, nor envies thee the fatal shaft
- so like his own. But, tender youth, refrain
- hereafter from this war!” So said divine
- Apollo, who, while yet he spoke, put by
- his mortal aspect, and before their eyes
- melted to viewless air. The Teucrians knew
- the vocal god with armament divine
- of arrows; for his rattling quiver smote
- their senses as he fled. Obedient
- to Phoebus' voice they held back from the fray
- Iulus' fury, and their eager souls
- faced the fresh fight and danger's darkest frown.
- From tower to tower along the bastioned wall
- their war-cry flew: they bend with busy hand
- the cruel bow, or swing the whirling thong
- of javelins. The earth on every side
- is strewn with spent shafts, the reverberant shield
- and hollow helmet ring with blows; the fight
- more fiercely swells; not less the bursting storm
- from watery Kid-stars in the western sky
- lashes the plain, or multitudinous hail
- beats upon shallow seas, when angry Jove
- flings forth tempestuous and-boundless rain,
- and splits the bellied clouds in darkened air.