Aeneid

Virgil

Vergil. Aeneid. John Dryden. trans.

  1. The brothers Pandarus and Bitias,
  2. of whom Alcanor was the famous sire,
  3. on Ida born, and whom Iaera bred
  4. in sacred wood of Jove, an oread she,
  5. twin warriors, like their native hills and trees
  6. of stature proud, now burst those portals wide
  7. to them in ward consigned, and sword in hand
  8. challenge the foe to enter. Side by side,
  9. steel-clad, their tall heads in bright crested helms,
  10. to left and right, like towers, the champions stand
  11. as when to skyward, by the gliding waves
  12. of gentle Athesis or Padus wide,
  13. a pair of oaks uprise, and lift in air
  14. their shaggy brows and nodding crests sublime.
  15. In burst the Rutules where the onward way
  16. seemed open wide; Quercens no tarrying knows,
  17. nor proud Aquiculus in well-wrought arms;
  18. Tmarus sweeps on impetuous, and the host
  19. of Haemon, child of Mars. Some routed fly;
  20. some lay their lives-down at the gate. Wild rage
  21. o'erflows each martial breast, and gathered fast
  22. the Trojans rally to one point, and dare
  23. close conflict, or long sallies o'er the plain.
  1. To Turnus, who upon a distant field
  2. was storming with huge havoc, came the news
  3. that now his foe, before a gate thrown wide,
  4. was red with slaughter. His own fight he stays,
  5. and speeds him, by enormous rage thrust on,
  6. to those proud brethren at the Dardan wall.
  7. There first Antiphates, who made his war
  8. far in the van (a Theban captive's child
  9. to great Sarpedon out of wedlock born),
  10. he felled to earth with whirling javelin:
  11. th' Italic shaft of cornel lightly flew
  12. along the yielding air, and through his throat
  13. pierced deep into the breast; a gaping wound
  14. gushed blood; the hot shaft to his bosom clung.
  15. Then Erymas and Merops his strong hand
  16. laid low: Aphidnus next, then came the turn
  17. of Bitias, fiery-hearted, furious-eyed:
  18. but not by javelin,—such cannot fall
  19. by flying javelin,—the ponderous beam
  20. of a phalaric spear, with mighty roar,
  21. like thunderbolt upon him fell; such shock
  22. neither the bull's-hides of his double shield
  23. nor twofold corselet's golden scales could stay
  24. but all his towering frame in ruin fell.
  25. Earth groaned, and o'er him rang his ample shield.
  26. so crashes down from Baiae's storied shore
  27. a rock-built mole, whose mighty masonry,
  28. piled up with care, men cast into the sea;
  29. it trails its wreckage far, and fathoms down
  30. lies broken in the shallows, while the waves
  31. whirl every way, and showers of black sand
  32. are scattered on the air: with thunder-sound
  33. steep Prochyta is shaken, and that bed
  34. of cruel stone, Inarime, which lies
  35. heaped o'er Typhoeus by revenge of Jove.
  1. Now to the Latins Mars, the lord of war,
  2. gave might and valor, and to their wild hearts
  3. his spur applied, but on the Teucrians breathed
  4. dark fear and flight. From every quarter came
  5. auxiliar hosts, where'er the conflict called,
  6. and in each bosom pulsed the god of war.
  7. When Pandarus now saw his brother's corse
  8. low Iying, and which way the chance and tide
  9. of battle ran, he violently moved
  10. the swinging hinges of the gate, and strained
  11. with both his shoulders broad. He shut outside
  12. not few of his own people, left exposed
  13. in fiercest fight but others with himself
  14. he barred inside and saved them as they fled;
  15. nor noted, madman, how the Rutule King
  16. had burst in midmost of the line, and now
  17. stood prisoned in their wall, as if he were
  18. some monstrous tiger among helpless kine.
  19. His eyeballs strangely glared; his armor rang
  20. terrific, his tall crest shook o'er his brows
  21. blood-red, and lightnings glittered from his shield
  22. familiar loomed that countenance abhorred
  23. and frame gigantic on the shrinking eyes
  24. of the Aeneadae. Then Pandarus
  25. sprang towering forth, all fever to revenge
  26. his brother's slaughter. “Not this way,” he cried
  27. “Amata's marriage-gift! No Ardea here
  28. mews Turnus in his fathers' halls. Behold
  29. thy foeman's castle! Thou art not allowed
  30. to take thy leave.” But Turnus looked his way,
  31. and smiled with heart unmoved. “Begin! if thou
  32. hast manhood in thee, and meet steel with steel!
  33. Go tell dead Priam thou discoverest here
  34. Achilles!” For reply, the champion tall
  35. hurled with his might and main along the air
  36. his spear of knotted wood and bark untrimmed.
  37. But all it wounded was the passing wind,
  38. for Saturn's daughter turned its course awry,
  39. and deep in the great gate the spear-point drove.
  40. “Now from the stroke this right arm means for thee
  41. thou shalt not fly. Not such the sender of
  42. this weapon and this wound.” He said, and towered
  43. aloft to his full height; the lifted sword
  44. clove temples, brows, and beardless cheeks clean through
  45. with loudly ringing blow; the ground beneath
  46. shook with the giant's ponderous fall, and, lo,
  47. with nerveless limbs, and brains spilt o'er his shield,
  48. dead on the earth he lay! in equal halves
  49. the sundered head from either shoulder swung.
  1. In horror and amaze the Trojans all
  2. dispersed and fled; had but the conqueror thought
  3. to break the barriers of the gates and call
  4. his followers through, that fatal day had seen
  5. an ending of the Teucrians and their war.
  6. But frenzied joy of slaughter urged him on,
  7. infuriate, to smite the scattering foe.
  8. First Phaleris he caught; then cut the knees
  9. of Gyges; both their spears he snatched away
  10. and hurled them at the rout; 't was Juno roused
  11. his utmost might of rage. Now Halys fell,
  12. and Phegeus, whom he pierced right through the shield:
  13. next, at the walls and urging reckless war,
  14. Alcander, Halius, and Noemon gave
  15. their lives, and Prytanis went down. In vain
  16. Lynceus made stand and called his comrades brave:
  17. for Turnus from the right with waving sword
  18. caught at him and lopped off with one swift blow
  19. the head, which with its helmet rolled away.
  20. Next Amycus, destroyer of wild beasts,
  21. who knew full well to smear a crafty barb
  22. with venomed oil; young Clytius he slew,
  23. son of the wind-god; then on Cretheus fell,
  24. a follower of the muses and their friend:
  25. Cretheus, whose every joy it was to sing,
  26. and fit his numbers to the chorded Iyre;
  27. steeds, wars, armed men were his perpetual song.
  1. At last the Teucrian chiefs had heard the tale
  2. of so much slaughter; and in council met
  3. are Mnestheus and Serestus bold, who see
  4. their comrades routed and the conquering foe
  5. within the gates. Cries Mnestheus, “Whither fly?
  6. What open way is yonder or what wall?
  7. Beyond these ramparts lost what stronger lie?
  8. Shall one lone man here in your walls confined,
  9. make havoc unavenged and feed the grave
  10. with your best warriors? 0 cowards vile!
  11. For your sad country and her ancient gods
  12. and for renowned Aeneas, can ye feel
  13. no pity and no shame?” Enflamed to fight
  14. by words like these, they close the line, and stand
  15. in strong array. So Turnus for a space
  16. out of the battle step by step withdrew
  17. to make the river-bank his rearguard strong;
  18. whereat the Teucrians, shouting loud, swept on
  19. the fiercer, and in solid mass pressed round.
  20. as when a troop of hunters with keen spears
  21. encircle a wild lion, who in fear,
  22. but glaring grim and furious, backward falls,
  23. valor and rage constrain him ne'er to cease
  24. fronting the foe; yet not for all his ire
  25. can he against such serried steel make way:
  26. so Turnus backward with a lingering step
  27. unwilling drew, and wrath his heart oterflowed.
  28. for twice already had he cloven a path
  29. into the foe's mid-press, and twice had driven
  30. their flying lines in panic through the town.
  31. But now the whole throng from the camp he sees
  32. massed to the onset. Nor will Juno now
  33. dare give him vigor to withstand, for Jove
  34. had sent aerial Iris out of heaven
  35. with stern commandment to his sister-queen
  36. that Turnus from the Teucrian walls retire.
  37. Therefore the warrior's shield avails no more,
  38. nor his strong arm; but he is overthrown
  39. by general assault. Around his brows
  40. his smitten helmet rings; the ponderous mail
  41. cracks under falling stones; the haughty plumes
  42. are scattered from his head, nor can the boss
  43. of his stout shield endure; the Trojans hurl
  44. redoubled rain of spears; and with them speeds
  45. Mnestheus like thunderbolt. The hero's flesh
  46. dissolves in sweat; no room to breathe has he;
  47. his limbs are spent and weary; his whole frame
  48. shakes with his gasping breath: then bounding fort
  49. with all his harness on, headlong he plunged
  50. into the flowing stream; its yellow tide
  51. embraced him as he fell, and gentle waves
  52. restored him smiling to his friends in arms,
  53. with all the gore and carnage washed away.
  1. Meanwhile Olympus, seat of sovereign sway,
  2. threw wide its portals, and in conclave fair
  3. the Sire of gods and King of all mankind
  4. summoned th' immortals to his starry court,
  5. whence, high-enthroned, the spreading earth he views—
  6. and Teucria's camp and Latium's fierce array.
  7. Beneath the double-gated dome the gods
  8. were sitting; Jove himself the silence broke:
  9. “O people of Olympus, wherefore change
  10. your purpose and decree, with partial minds
  11. in mighty strife contending? I refused
  12. such clash of war 'twixt Italy and Troy.
  13. Whence this forbidden feud? What fears
  14. seduced to battles and injurious arms
  15. either this folk or that? Th' appointed hour
  16. for war shall be hereafter—speed it not!—
  17. When cruel Carthage to the towers of Rome
  18. shall bring vast ruin, streaming fiercely down
  19. the opened Alp. Then hate with hate shall vie,
  20. and havoc have no bound. Till then, give o'er,
  21. and smile upon the concord I decree!”
  1. Thus briefly, Jove. But golden Venus made
  2. less brief reply. “O Father, who dost hold
  3. o'er Man and all things an immortal sway!
  4. Of what high throne may gods the aid implore
  5. save thine? Behold of yonder Rutuli
  6. th' insulting scorn! Among them Turnus moves
  7. in chariot proud, and boasts triumphant war
  8. in mighty words. Nor do their walls defend
  9. my Teucrians now. But in their very gates,
  10. and on their mounded ramparts, in close fight
  11. they breast their foes and fill the moats with blood.
  12. Aeneas knows not, and is far away.
  13. Will ne'er the siege have done? A second time
  14. above Troy's rising walls the foe impends;
  15. another host is gathered, and once more
  16. from his Aetolian Arpi wrathful speeds
  17. a Diomed. I doubt not that for me
  18. wounds are preparing. Yea, thy daughter dear
  19. awaits a mortal sword! If by thy will
  20. unblest and unapproved the Trojans came
  21. to Italy, for such rebellious crime
  22. give them their due, nor lend them succor, thou,
  23. with thy strong hand! But if they have obeyed
  24. unnumbered oracles from gods above
  25. and sacred shades below, who now has power
  26. to thwart thy bidding, or to weave anew
  27. the web of Fate? Why speak of ships consumed
  28. along my hallowed Erycinian shore?
  29. Or of the Lord of Storms, whose furious blasts
  30. were summoned from Aeolia? Why tell
  31. of Iris sped from heaven? Now she moves
  32. the region of the shades (one kingdom yet
  33. from her attempt secure) and thence lets loose
  34. Alecto on the world above, who strides
  35. in frenzied wrath along th' Italian hills.
  36. No more my heart now cherishes its hope
  37. of domination, though in happier days
  38. such was thy promise. Let the victory fall
  39. to victors of thy choice! If nowhere lies
  40. the land thy cruel Queen would deign accord
  41. unto the Teucrian people,—O my sire,
  42. I pray thee by yon smouldering wreck of Troy
  43. to let Ascanius from the clash of arms
  44. escape unscathed. Let my own offspring live!
  45. Yea, let Aeneas, tossed on seas unknown,
  46. find some chance way; let my right hand avail
  47. to shelter him and from this fatal war
  48. in safety bring. For Amathus is mine,
  49. mine are Cythera and the Paphian hills
  50. and temples in Idalium. Let him drop
  51. the sword, and there live out inglorious days.
  52. By thy decree let Carthage overwhelm
  53. Ausonia's power; nor let defence be found
  54. to stay the Tyrian arms! What profits it
  55. that he escaped the wasting plague of war
  56. and fled Argolic fires? or that he knew
  57. so many perils of wide wilderness
  58. and waters rude? The Teucrians seek in vain
  59. new-born Troy in Latium. Better far
  60. crouched on their country's ashes to abide,
  61. and keep that spot of earth where once was Troy!
  62. Give back, O Father, I implore thee, give
  63. Xanthus and Simois back! Let Teucer's sons
  64. unfold once more the tale of Ilium's woe!”
  1. Then sovereign Juno, flushed with solemn scorn,
  2. made answer. “Dost thou bid me here profane
  3. the silence of my heart, and gossip forth
  4. of secret griefs? What will of god or man
  5. impelled Aeneas on his path of war,
  6. or made him foeman of the Latin King?
  7. Fate brought him to Italia? Be it so!
  8. Cassandra's frenzy he obeyed. What voice —
  9. say, was it mine?—urged him to quit his camp,
  10. risk life in storms, or trust his war, his walls,
  11. to a boy-captain, or stir up to strife
  12. Etruria's faithful, unoffending sons?
  13. What god, what pitiless behest of mine,
  14. impelled him to such harm? Who traces here
  15. the hand of Juno, or of Iris sped
  16. from heaven? Is it an ignoble stroke
  17. that Italy around the new-born Troy
  18. makes circling fire, and Turnus plants his heel
  19. on his hereditary earth, the son
  20. of old Pilumnus and the nymph divine,
  21. Venilia? For what offence would Troy
  22. bring sword and fire on Latium, or enslave
  23. lands of an alien name, and bear away
  24. plunder and spoil? Why seek they marriages,
  25. and snatch from arms of love the plighted maids?
  26. An olive-branch is in their hands; their ships
  27. make menace of grim steel. Thy power one day
  28. ravished Aeneas from his Argive foes,
  29. and gave them shape of cloud and fleeting air
  30. to strike at for a man. Thou hast transformed
  31. his ships to daughters of the sea. What wrong
  32. if I, not less, have lent the Rutuli
  33. something of strength in war? Aeneas, then,
  34. is far away and knows not! Far away
  35. let him remain, not knowing! If thou sway'st
  36. Cythera, Paphos, and Idalium,
  37. why rouse a city pregnant with loud wars,
  38. and fiery hearts provoke? That fading power
  39. of Phrygia, do I, forsooth, essay
  40. to ruin utterly? O, was it I
  41. exposed ill-fated Troy to Argive foe?
  42. For what offence in vast array of arms
  43. did Europe rise and Asia, for a rape
  44. their peace dissolving? Was it at my word
  45. th' adulterous Dardan shepherd came to storm
  46. the Spartan city? Did my hand supply
  47. his armament, or instigate a war
  48. for Cupid's sake? Then was thy decent hour
  49. to tremble for thy children; now too late
  50. the folly of thy long lament to Heaven,
  51. and objurgation vain.” Such Juno's plea;
  52. the throng of gods with voices loud or low
  53. gave various reply: as gathering winds
  54. sing through the tree-tops in dark syllables,
  55. and fling faint murmur on the far-off sea,
  56. to tell some pilot of to-morrow's storm.
  57. Then Jupiter omnipotent, whose hands
  58. have governance supreme, began reply;
  59. deep silence at his word Olympus knew,
  60. Earth's utmost cavern shook; the realms of light
  61. were silent; the mild zephyrs breathed no more,
  62. and perfect calm o'erspread the levelled sea.
  63. “Give ear, ye gods, and in your hearts record
  64. my mandate and decree. Fate yet allows
  65. no peace 'twixt Troy and Italy, nor bids
  66. your quarrel end. Therefore, what Chance this day
  67. to either foe shall bring, whatever hope
  68. either may cherish,—the Rutulian cause
  69. and Trojan have like favor in my eyes.
  70. The destinies of Italy constrain
  71. the siege; which for the fault of Troy fulfills
  72. an oracle of woe. Yon Rutule host
  73. I scatter not. But of his own attempt
  74. let each the triumph and the burden bear;
  75. for Jove is over all an equal King.
  76. The Fates will find the way.” The god confirmed
  77. his sentence by his Stygian brother's wave,
  78. the shadowy flood and black, abysmal shore.
  79. He nodded; at the bending of his brow
  80. Olympus shook. It is the council's end.
  81. Now from the golden throne uprises Jove;
  82. the train of gods attend him to the doors.
  1. Meanwhile at every gate the Rutule foe
  2. urges the slaughter on, and closes round
  3. the battlements with ring of flame. The host
  4. of Trojans, prisoned in the palisades,
  5. lies in strict siege and has no hope to fly.
  6. In wretched plight they man the turrets tall,
  7. to no avail, and with scant garrison
  8. the ramparts crown. In foremost line of guard
  9. are Asius Imbrasides, the twin
  10. Assaraci, and Hicetaon's son
  11. Thymoetes, and with Castor at his side
  12. the veteran Thymbris; then the brothers both
  13. of slain Sarpedon, and from Lycian steep
  14. Clarus and Themon. With full-straining thews
  15. lifting a rock, which was of some huge hill
  16. no fragment small, Lyrnesian Acmon stood;
  17. nor less than Clytius his sire he seemed,
  18. nor Mnestheus his great brother. Some defend
  19. the wall with javelins; some hurl down stones
  20. or firebrands, or to the sounding string
  21. fit arrows keen. But lo! amid the throng,
  22. well worth to Venus her protecting care,
  23. the Dardan boy, whose princely head shone forth
  24. without a helm, like radiant jewel set
  25. in burnished gold for necklace or for crown;
  26. or like immaculate ivory inclosed
  27. in boxwood or Orician terebinth;
  28. his tresses o'er his white neck rippled down,
  29. confined in circlet of soft twisted gold.
  30. Thee, too, the warrior nations gaze upon,
  31. high-nurtured Ismarus, inflicting wounds
  32. with shafts of venomed reed: Maeonia's vale
  33. thy cradle was, where o'er the fruitful fields
  34. well-tilled and rich, Pactolus pours his gold.
  35. Mnestheus was there, who, for his late repulse
  36. of Turnus from the rampart, towered forth
  37. in glory eminent; there Capys stood,
  38. whose name the Capuan citadel shall bear.
  1. While these in many a shock of grievous war
  2. hotly contend, Aeneas cleaves his way
  3. at midnight through the waters. He had fared
  4. from old Evander to th' Etruscan folk,
  5. addressed their King, and to him told the tale
  6. of his own race and name, his suit, his powers;
  7. of what allies Mezentius had embraced,
  8. and Turnus' lawless rage. He bids him know
  9. how mutable is man, and warning gives,
  10. with supplication joined. Without delay
  11. Tarchon made amity and sacred league,
  12. uniting with his cause. The Lydian tribe,
  13. now destined from its tyrant to be free,
  14. embarked, obedient to the gods, and gave
  15. allegiance to the foreign King. The ship
  16. Aeneas rode moved foremost in the line:
  17. its beak a pair of Phrygian lions bore;
  18. above them Ida rose, an emblem dear
  19. to exiled Trojans. On his Iofty seat
  20. was great Aeneas, pondering the events
  21. of changeful war; and clinging to his side
  22. the youthful Pallas fain would learn the lore
  23. of stars, the highway of dark night, and asks
  24. the story of his toils on land and sea.
  1. Now open Helicon and move my song,
  2. ye goddesses, to tell what host in arms
  3. followed Aeneas from the Tuscan shore,
  4. and manned his ships and traveiled o'er the sea!
  1. First Massicus his brazen Tigress rode,
  2. cleaving the brine; a thousand warriors
  3. were with him out of Clusium's walls, or from
  4. the citadel of Coste, who for arms
  5. had arrows, quivers from the shoulder slung,
  6. and deadly bows. Grim Abas near him sailed;
  7. his whole band wore well-blazoned mail; his ship
  8. displayed the form of Phoebus, all of gold:
  9. to him had Populonia consigned
  10. (His mother-city, she) six hundred youth
  11. well-proven in war; three hundred Elba gave,
  12. an island rich in unexhausted ores
  13. of iron, like the Chalybes. Next came
  14. Asilas, who betwixt the gods and men
  15. interprets messages and reads clear signs
  16. in victims' entrails, or the stars of heaven,
  17. or bird-talk, or the monitory flames
  18. of lightning: he commands a thousand men
  19. close lined, with bristling spears, of Pisa all,
  20. that Tuscan city of Alpheus sprung.
  21. Then Astur followed, a bold horseman he,
  22. Astur in gorgeous arms, himself most fair:
  23. three hundred are his men, one martial mind
  24. uniting all: in Caere they were bred
  25. and Minio's plain, and by the ancient towers
  26. of Pyrgo or Gravisca's storm-swept hill.
  1. Nor thy renown may I forget, brave chief
  2. of the Ligurians, Cinyrus; nor thine,
  3. Cupavo, with few followers, thy crest
  4. the tall swan-wings, of love unblest the sign
  5. and of a father fair: for legends tell
  6. that Cycnus, for his Phaethon so dear
  7. lamenting loud beneath the poplar shade
  8. of the changed sisters, made a mournful song
  9. to soothe his grief and passion: but erewhile,
  10. in his old age, there clothed him as he sang
  11. soft snow-white plumes, and spurning earth he soared
  12. on high, and sped in music through the stars.
  13. His son with bands of youthful peers urged on
  14. a galley with a Centaur for its prow,
  15. which loomed high o'er the waves, and seemed to hurl
  16. a huge stone at the water, as the keel
  17. ploughed through the deep. Next Ocnus summoned forth
  18. a war-host from his native shores, the son
  19. of Tiber, Tuscan river, and the nymph
  20. Manto, a prophetess: he gave good walls,
  21. O Mantua, and his mother's name, to thee,—
  22. to Mantua so rich in noble sires,
  23. but of a blood diverse, a triple breed,
  24. four stems in each; and over all enthroned
  25. she rules her tribes: her strength is Tuscan born.
  26. Hate of Mezentius armed against his name
  27. five hundred men: upon their hostile prow
  28. was Mincius in a cloak of silvery sedge,—
  29. Lake Benacus the river's source and sire.
  30. Last good Aulestes smites the depths below,
  31. with forest of a hundred oars: the flood
  32. like flowing marble foams; his Triton prow
  33. threatens the blue waves with a trumpet-shell;
  34. far as the hairy flanks its form is man,
  35. but ends in fish below—the parting waves
  36. beneath the half-brute bosom break in foam.
  37. Such chosen chiefs in thirty galleys ploughed
  38. the salt-wave, bringing help to Trojan arms.
  1. Day now had left the sky. The moon benign
  2. had driven her night-wandering chariot
  3. to the mid-arch of heaven. Aeneas sate,
  4. for thought and care allowed him no repose,
  5. holding the helm and tending his own sails.
  6. but, as he sped, behold, the beauteous train,
  7. lately his own, of nymphs, anon transformed
  8. by kind Cybebe to sea-ruling powers.
  9. In even ranks they swam the cloven wave,—
  10. nymphs now, but once as brazen galleys moored
  11. along the sandy shore. With joy they knew
  12. their King from far, and with attending train
  13. around him drew. Cymodocea then,
  14. best skilled in mortal speech, sped close behind,
  15. with her right hand upon the stern, uprose
  16. breast-high, and with her left hand deeply plied
  17. the silent stream, as to the wondering King
  18. she called: “So late on watch, O son of Heaven,
  19. Aeneas? Slack thy sail, but still watch on!
  20. We were the pine-trees on the holy top
  21. of Ida's mountain. Sea-nymphs now are we,
  22. and thine own fleet. When, as we fled, the flames
  23. rained o'er us from the false Rutulian's hand
  24. 't was all unwillingly we cast away
  25. thy serviceable chains: and now once more
  26. we follow thee across the sea. These forms
  27. our pitying mother bade us take, with power
  28. to haunt immortally the moving sea.
  29. Lo, thy Ascanius lies close besieged
  30. in moated walls, assailed by threatening arms
  31. and Latium's front of war. Arcadia,
  32. her horsemen with the bold Etruscan joined,
  33. stands at the place appointed. Turnus means,
  34. with troop opposing, their advance to bar
  35. and hold them from the camp. Arouse thee, then,
  36. and with the rising beams of dawn call forth
  37. thy captains and their followers. Take that shield
  38. victorious, which for thee the Lord of Fire
  39. forged for a gift and rimmed about with gold.
  40. To-morrow's light—deem not my words be vain!—
  41. shall shine on huge heaps of Rutulia's dead.”
  42. So saying, she pushed with her right hand the stern
  43. with skilful thrust, and vanished. The ship sped
  44. swift as a spear, or as an arrow flies
  45. no whit behind the wind: and all the fleet
  46. quickened its course. Anchises' princely son,
  47. dumb and bewildered stood, but took good heart
  48. at such an omen fair. Then in few words
  49. with eyes upturned to heaven he made his prayer:
  50. “Mother of gods, O Ida's Queen benign,
  51. who Iovest Dindymus and towns with towers,
  52. and lion-yokes obedient to thy rein,
  53. be thou my guide in battle, and fulfil
  54. thine augury divine. In Phrygia's cause
  55. be present evermore with favoring power!”
  56. He spoke no more. For now the wheels of day
  57. had sped full circle into perfect light,
  58. the dark expelling. Then, for his first care,
  59. he bade his captains heed the signal given,
  60. equip their souls for war, and wait in arms
  61. the coming fray. Now holds he full in view
  62. his Trojans and their fortress, as he stands
  63. upon his towering ship. With his left hand
  64. he lifts his radiant shield; then from the wall
  65. the Dardan warriors send a battle-cry
  66. that echoes to the stars, as kindling hope
  67. their rage renews. A flight of spears they hurl:
  68. 't was like the cranes of Strymon, through dark clouds
  69. each other calling, when they cleave the skies
  70. vociferous, outwinging as they fly
  71. the swift south winds—Ioud music them pursues.
  72. Amazement on Ausonia's captains fell
  73. and Turnus, as they gazed. But soon they saw
  74. ships pointing shoreward and the watery plain
  75. all stirring with a fleet. Aeneas' helm
  76. uplifted its bright peak,—like streaming flame
  77. the crimson crest; his shield of orbed gold
  78. poured forth prodigious fire: it seemed as when
  79. in cloudless night a comet's blood-red beam
  80. makes mournful splendor, or the Dog-star glows,
  81. which rises to bring drought and pestilence
  82. to hapless men, and with ill-omened ray
  83. saddens the sky. But Turnus, undismayed,
  84. trusted not less to hurl th' invaders back
  85. and hold the shore against them. “Look!” he cried,
  86. your prayer is come to pass,—that sword in hand
  87. ye now may shatter them. The might of Mars
  88. is in a true man's blow. Remember well
  89. each man his home and wife! Now call to mind
  90. the glory and great deeds of all your sires!
  91. Charge to yon river-bank, while yet they take
  92. with weak and fearful steps their shoreward way!
  93. Fortune will help the brave.” With words like these,
  94. he chose, well-weighing, who should lead the charge,
  95. who at the leaguered walls the fight sustain.
  1. Aeneas straightway from his lofty ships
  2. lets down his troop by bridges. Some await
  3. the ebbing of slack seas, and boldly leap
  4. into the shallows; others ply the oar.
  5. Tarchon a beach discovers, where the sands
  6. sing not, nor waves with broken murmur fall,
  7. but full and silent swells the gentle sea.
  8. Steering in haste that way, he called his crews:
  9. “Now bend to your stout oars, my chosen brave.
  10. Lift each ship forward, till her beak shall cleave
  11. yon hostile shore; and let her keel's full weight
  12. the furrow drive. I care not if we break
  13. our ship's side in so sure an anchorage,
  14. if once we land.” While Tarchon urged them thus,
  15. the crews bent all together to their blades
  16. and sped their foaming barks to Latium's plain,
  17. till each beak gripped the sand and every keel
  18. lay on dry land unscathed:—all save thine own,
  19. O Tarchon! dashed upon a sand-bar, she!
  20. Long poised upon the cruel ridge she hung,
  21. tilted this way or that and beat the waves,
  22. then split, and emptied forth upon the tide
  23. her warriors; and now the drifting wreck
  24. of shattered oars and thwarts entangles them,
  25. or ebb of swirling waters sucks them down.
  1. Turnus no lingering knows, but fiercely hurls
  2. his whole line on the Teucrians, and makes stand
  3. along the shore. Now peals the trumpet's call.
  4. Aeneas in the van led on his troop
  5. against the rustic foe, bright augury
  6. for opening war, and laid the Latins low,
  7. slaughtering Theron, a huge chief who dared
  8. offer Aeneas battle; through the scales
  9. of brazen mail and corselet stiff with gold
  10. the sword drove deep, and gored the gaping side.
  11. Then smote he Lichas, from his mother's womb
  12. ripped in her dying hour, and unto thee,
  13. O Phoebus, vowed, because his infant days
  14. escaped the fatal steel. Hard by him fell
  15. stout Cisseus and gigantic Gyas; these
  16. to death were hurled, while with their knotted clubs
  17. they slew opposing hosts; but naught availed
  18. Herculean weapons, nor their mighty hands,
  19. or that Melampus was their sire, a peer
  20. of Hercules, what time in heavy toils
  21. through earth he roved. See next how Pharon boasts!
  22. But while he vainly raves, the whirling spear
  23. smites full on his loud mouth. And also thou,
  24. Cydon, wast by the Trojan stroke o'erthrown,
  25. while following in ill-omened haste the steps
  26. of Clytius, thy last joy, whose round cheek wore
  27. its youthful golden down: soon hadst thou lain
  28. in death, unheeding of thy fancies fond
  29. which ever turned to youth;—but now arose
  30. the troop of all thy brothers, Phorcus' sons,
  31. a close array of seven, and seven spears
  32. they hurled: some from Aeneas' helm or shield
  33. glanced off in vain; some Venus' kindly power,
  34. just as they touched his body, turned away.
  35. Aeneas then to true Achates cried:
  36. “Bring on my spears: not one shall fruitless fly
  37. against yon Rutules, even as they pierced
  38. the breasts of Greeks upon the Ilian plain.”
  39. Then one great shaft he seized and threw; it sped
  40. straight into Maeon's brazen shield, and clove
  41. his mail-clad heart. Impetuous to his aid
  42. brother Alcanor came, and lifted up
  43. with strong right hand his brother as he fell:
  44. but through his arm a second skilful shaft
  45. made bloody way, and by the sinews held
  46. the lifeless right hand from the shoulder swung.
  47. Then from his brother's body Numitor
  48. the weapon plucked and hurled it, furious,
  49. upon Aeneas; but it could not strike
  50. the hero's self, and grazed along the thigh
  51. of great Achates. Next into the fight
  52. Clausus of Cures came, in youthful bloom
  53. exulting, and with far-thrown javelin
  54. struck Dryops at the chin, and took away
  55. from the gashed, shrieking throat both life and voice;
  56. the warrior's fallen forehead smote the dust;
  57. his lips poured forth thick blood. There also fell
  58. three Thracians, odspring of the lordly stem
  59. of Boreas, and three of Idas' sons
  60. from Ismara, by various doom struck down.
  61. Halaesus here his wild Auruncans brings;
  62. and flying to the fight comes Neptune's son,
  63. Messapus, famous horseman. On both sides
  64. each charges on the foe. Ausonia's strand
  65. is one wide strife. As when o'er leagues of air
  66. the envious winds give battle to their peers,
  67. well-matched in rage and power; and neither they
  68. nor clouds above, nor plunging seas below
  69. will end the doubtful war, but each withstands
  70. the onset of the whole—in such wild way
  71. the line of Trojans on the Latian line
  72. hurls itself, limb on limb and man on man.
  1. But at a distance where the river's flood
  2. had scattered rolling boulders and torn trees
  3. uprooted from the shore, young Pallas spied
  4. th' Arcadian band, unused to fight on foot,
  5. in full retreat, the Latins following close—
  6. who also for the roughness of the ground
  7. were all unmounted: he (the last resource
  8. of men in straits) to wild entreaty turned
  9. and taunts, enkindling their faint hearts anew:
  10. “Whither, my men! O, by your own brave deeds,
  11. O, by our lord Evander's happy wars,
  12. the proud hopes I had to make my name
  13. a rival glory,—think not ye can fly!
  14. Your swords alone can carve ye the safe way
  15. straight through your foes. Where yonder warrior-throng
  16. is fiercest, thickest, there and only there
  17. your Country's honor calls for men like you,
  18. and for your captain Pallas. Nay, no gods
  19. against us fight; we are but mortal men
  20. pressed by a mortal foe. Not more than ours
  21. the number of their lives or swords. Behold,
  22. the barrier of yonder spreading sea
  23. emprisons us, and for a craven flight
  24. yon lands are all too small. Ha! Shall we steer
  25. across the sea to Troy?” He said, and sprang
  26. full in the centre of his gathered foes.
  1. First in his path was Lagus, thither led
  2. by evil stars; whom, as he tried to lift
  3. a heavy stone, the shaft of Pallas pierced
  4. where ribs and spine divide: backward he drew
  5. the clinging spear; But Hisbo from above
  6. surprised him not, though meaning it; for while
  7. (In anger blind for friend unpitying slain)
  8. at Pallas' face he flew:—he, standing firm,
  9. plunged deep into that swelling breast the sword.
  10. Then Sthenius he slew; and next Anchemolus
  11. of Rhoetus' ancient line, who dared defile
  12. his step-dame's bridal bed. And also ye,
  13. fair Thymber and Larides, Daucus' twins,
  14. fell on that Rutule field; so like were ye,
  15. your own kin scarce discerned, and parents proud
  16. smiled at the dear deceit; but now in death
  17. cruel unlikeness Pallas wrought; thy head
  18. fell, hapless Thymber, by Evander's sword;
  19. and thy right hand, Larides, shorn away,
  20. seemed feeling for its Iord; the fingers cold
  21. clutched, trembling, at the sword. Now all the troop
  22. of Arcady, their chief's great action seen,
  23. and by his warning roused, made at their foes,
  24. spurred on by grief and shame. Next Pallas pierced
  25. the flying Rhoetus in his car; this gained
  26. for Ilus respite and delay, for him
  27. the stout spear aimed at; but its flight was stopped
  28. by Rhoetus, as in swift retreat he rode,
  29. by the two high-born brothers close pursued,
  30. Teuthras and Tyres: from his car he rolled,
  31. making deep furrows with his lifeless heels
  32. along the Rutule plain. Oft when the winds
  33. of summer, long awaited, rise and blow,
  34. a shepherd fires the forest, and the blaze
  35. devours the dense grove, while o'er the fields,
  36. in that one moment, swift and sudden spread
  37. grim Vulcan's serried flames; from some high seat
  38. on distant hill, the shepherd peering down
  39. sees, glad at heart, his own victorious fires:
  40. so now fierce valor spreads, uniting all
  41. in one confederate rage, 'neath Pallas' eyes.
  42. But the fierce warrior Halaesus next
  43. led on the charge, behind his skilful shield
  44. close-crouching. Ladon and Demodocus
  45. and Pheres he struck down; his glittering blade
  46. cut Strymon's hand, which to his neck was raised,
  47. sheer off; with one great stone he crushed the brows
  48. of Thoas, scattering wide the broken skull,
  49. bones, brains, and gore. Halaesus' prophet-sire,
  50. foreseeing doom, had hid him in dark groves;
  51. but when the old man's fading eyes declined
  52. in death, the hand of Fate reached forth and doomed
  53. the young life to Evander's sword; him now
  54. Pallas assailed, first offering this prayer:
  55. “O Father Tiber, give my poising shaft
  56. through stout Halaesus' heart its lucky way!
  57. The spoil and trophy of the hero slain
  58. on thine own oak shall hang.” The god received
  59. the vow, and while Halaesus held his shield
  60. over Imaon, his ill-fated breast
  61. lay naked to th' Arcadian's hungry spear.
  1. But Lausus, seeing such a hero slain,
  2. bade his troop have no fear, for he himself
  3. was no small strength in war; and first he slew
  4. Abas, who fought hard, and had ever seemed
  5. himself the sticking-point and tug of war.
  6. Down went Arcadia's warriors, and slain
  7. etruscans fell, with many a Trojan brave
  8. the Greek had spared. Troop charges upon troop
  9. well-matched in might, with chiefs of like renown;
  10. the last rank crowds the first;—so fierce the press
  11. scarce hand or sword can stir. Here Pallas stands,
  12. and pushes back the foe; before him looms
  13. Lausus, his youthful peer, conspicuous both
  14. in beauty; but no star will them restore
  15. to home and native land. Yet would the King
  16. of high Olympus suffer not the pair
  17. to close in battle, but each hero found
  18. a later doom at hands of mightier foes.
  1. Now Turnus' goddess-sister bids him haste
  2. to Lausus' help. So he, in wheeling car,
  3. cut through the lines; and when his friends he saw,
  4. “Let the fight stop! “ he cried, “for none but I
  5. may strike at Pallas; unto me alone
  6. the prize of Pallas falls. I would his sire
  7. stood by to see.” He spake: his troop withdrew
  8. a fitting space. But as they made him room,
  9. the young prince, wondering at the scornful words,
  10. looked upon Turnus, glancing up and down
  11. that giant frame, and with fierce-frowning brows
  12. scanned him from far, hurling defiant words
  13. in answer to the King's. “My honor now
  14. shall have the royal trophy of this war,
  15. or glorious death. For either fortune fair
  16. my sire is ready. Threaten me no more!”
  17. So saying, to the midmost space he strode,
  18. and in Arcadian hearts the blood stood still.
  19. Swift from his chariot Turnus leaped, and ran
  20. to closer fight. As when some lion sees
  21. from his far mountain-lair a raging bull
  22. that sniffs the battle from the grassy field,
  23. and down the steep he flies—such picture showed
  24. grim Turnus as he came. But when he seemed
  25. within a spear's cast, Pallas opened fight,
  26. expecting Fortune's favor to the brave
  27. in such unequal match; and thus he prayed:
  28. “O, by my hospitable father's roof,
  29. where thou didst enter as a stranger-guest,
  30. hear me, Alcides, and give aid divine
  31. to this great deed. Let Turnus see these hands
  32. strip from his half-dead breast the bloody spoil!
  33. and let his eyes in death endure to see
  34. his conqueror!” Alcides heard the youth:
  35. but prisoned in his heart a deep-drawn sigh,
  36. and shed vain tears; for Jove, the King and Sire, .
  37. spoke with benignant accents to his son:
  38. “To each his day is given. Beyond recall
  39. man's little time runs by: but to prolong
  40. life's glory by great deeds is virtue's power.
  41. Beneath the lofty walls of fallen Troy
  42. fell many a son of Heaven. Yea, there was slain
  43. Sarpedon, my own offspring. Turnus too
  44. is summoned to his doom, and nears the bounds
  45. of his appointed span.” So speaking, Jove
  46. turned from Rutulia's war his eyes away.
  47. But Pallas hurled his lance with might and main,
  48. and from its hollow scabbard flashed his sword.
  49. The flying shaft touched where the plated steel
  50. over the shoulders rose, and worked its way
  51. through the shield's rim—then falling, glanced aside
  52. from Turnus' giant body. Turnus then
  53. poised, without haste, his iron-pointed spear,
  54. and, launching it on Pallas, cried, “Look now
  55. will not this shaft a good bit deeper drive?”
  56. He said: and through the mid-boss of the shield,
  57. steel scales and brass with bull's-hide folded round,
  58. the quivering spear-point crashed resistlessly,
  59. and through the corselet's broken barrier
  60. pierced Pallas' heart. The youth plucked out in vain
  61. the hot shaft from the wound; his life and blood
  62. together ebbed away, as sinking prone
  63. on his rent side he fell; above him rang
  64. his armor; and from lips with blood defiled
  65. he breathed his last upon his foeman's ground.
  66. Over him Turnus stood: “Arcadians all,”
  67. He cried, “take tidings of this feat of arms
  68. to King Evander. With a warrior's wage
  69. his Pallas I restore, and freely grant
  70. what glory in a hero's tomb may lie,
  71. or comfort in a grave. They dearly pay
  72. who bid Aeneas welcome at their board.”
  73. So saying, with his left foot he held down
  74. the lifeless form, and raised the heavy weight
  75. of graven belt, which pictured forth that crime
  76. of youthful company by treason slain,
  77. all on their wedding night, in bridal bowers
  78. to horrid murder given,—which Clonus, son
  79. of Eurytus, had wrought in lavish gold;
  80. this Turnus in his triumph bore away,
  81. exulting in the spoil. O heart of man,
  82. not knowing doom, nor of events to be!
  83. Nor, being lifted up, to keep thy bounds
  84. in prosperous days! To Turnus comes the hour
  85. when he would fain a prince's ransom give
  86. had Pallas passed unscathed, and will bewail
  87. cuch spoil of victory. With weeping now
  88. and lamentations Ioud his comrades lay
  89. young Pallas on his shield, and thronging close
  90. carry him homeward with a mournful song:
  91. alas! the sorrow and the glorious gain
  92. thy sire shall have in thee. For one brief day
  93. bore thee to battle and now bears away;
  94. yet leavest thou full tale of foemen slain.