Georgics

Virgil

Vergil. The Poems of Vergil. Rhoades, James, translator. London: Oxford University Press, 1921.

  1. But if to battle they have hied them forth—
  2. For oft 'twixt king and king with uproar dire
  3. Fierce feud arises, and at once from far
  4. You may discern what passion sways the mob,
  5. And how their hearts are throbbing for the strife;
  6. Hark! the hoarse brazen note that warriors know
  7. Chides on the loiterers, and the ear may catch
  8. A sound that mocks the war-trump's broken blasts;
  9. Then in hot haste they muster, then flash wings,
  10. Sharpen their pointed beaks and knit their thews,
  11. And round the king, even to his royal tent,
  12. Throng rallying, and with shouts defy the foe.
  13. So, when a dry Spring and clear space is given,
  14. Forth from the gates they burst, they clash on high;
  15. A din arises; they are heaped and rolled
  16. Into one mighty mass, and headlong fall,
  17. Not denselier hail through heaven, nor pelting so
  18. Rains from the shaken oak its acorn-shower.
  19. Conspicuous by their wings the chiefs themselves
  20. Press through the heart of battle, and display
  21. A giant's spirit in each pigmy frame,
  22. Steadfast no inch to yield till these or those
  23. The victor's ponderous arm has turned to flight.
  24. Such fiery passions and such fierce assaults
  25. A little sprinkled dust controls and quells.