Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor

  • Victorious else, for thee no peer,
  • Though, strong in his sea-parent's power,
  • He shook with that tremendous spear
  • The Dardan tower.
  • He, like a pine by axes sped,
  • Or cypress sway'd by angry gust,
  • Fell ruining, and laid his head
  • In Trojan dust.
  • Not his to lie in covert pent
  • Of the false steed, and sudden fall
  • On Priam's ill-starr'd merriment
  • In bower and hail:
  • His ruthless arm in broad bare day
  • The infant from the breast had torn,
  • Nay, given to flame, ah, well a way!
  • The babe unborn:
  • But, won by Venus' voice and thine,
  • Relenting Jove Aeneas will'd
  • With other omens more benign
  • New walls to build.