Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- After such words and tears, he flung free rein
- To the swift fleet, which sped along the wave
- To old Euboean Cumae's sacred shore.
- They veer all prows to sea; the anchor fluke
- Makes each ship sure, and shading the long strand
- The rounded sterns jut o'er. Impetuously
- The eager warriors leap forth to land
- Upon Hesperian soil. One strikes the flint
- To find the seed-spark hidden in its veins;
- One breaks the thick-branched trees, and steals away
- The shelter where the woodland creatures bide;
- One leads his mates where living waters flow.
- Aeneas, servant of the gods, ascends
- The templed hill where lofty Phoebus reigns,
- And that far-off, inviolable shrine
- Of dread Sibylla, in stupendous cave,
- O'er whose deep soul the god of Delos breathes
- Prophetic gifts, unfolding things to come.
- Here are pale Trivia's golden house and grove.