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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 441 (search)
When wafted to that shore, repair to Cumae's hill, and to the Lake Avernus with its whispering grove divine. There shalt thou see a frenzied prophetess, who from beneath the hollow scarped crag sings oracles, or characters on leaves mysterious names. Whate'er the virgin writes, on leaves inscribing the portentous song, she sets in order, and conceals them well in her deep cave, where they abide unchanged in due array. Yet not a care has she, if with some swinging hinge a breeze sweeps in, to catch them as they whirl: if open door disperse them flutterlig through the hollow rock, she will not link their shifted sense anew, nor re-invent her fragmentary song. Oft her unanswered votaries depart, scorning the Sibyl's shrine. But deem not thou thy tarrying too Iong, whate'er thy stay. Though thy companions chide, though winds of power invite thy ship to sea, and well would speed the swelling sail, yet to that Sibyl go. Pray that her own lips may sing forth for thee the oracles, uplifting h
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 5, line 799 (search)
walls, and hurled to death innumerable foes, until the streams were choked with dead, and Xanthus scarce could find his wonted path to sea; that self-same day, aeneas, spent, and with no help of Heaven, met Peleus' dreadful son:—who else but I in cloudy mantle bore him safe afar? Though 't was my will to cast down utterly the walls of perjured Troy, which my own hands had built beside the sea. And even to-day my favor changes not. Dispel thy fear! Safe, even as thou prayest, he shall ride to Cumae's haven, where Avernus lies. One only sinks beneath th' engulfing seas, — one life in lieu of many.” Having soothed and cheered her heart divine, the worshipped sire flung o'er his mated steeds a yoke of gold, bridled the wild, white mouths, and with strong hand shook out long, Ioosened reins. His azure car skimmed light and free along the crested waves; before his path the rolling billows all were calm and still, and each o'er-swollen flood sank 'neath his sounding wheel; while from the ski<
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 6, line 14 (search)
Here Daedalus, the ancient story tells, Escaping Minos' power, and having made Hazard of heaven on far-mounting wings, Floated to northward, a cold, trackless way, And lightly poised, at last, o'er Cumae's towers. Here first to earth come down, he gave to thee His gear of wings, Apollo! and ordained Vast temples to thy name and altars fair. On huge bronze doors Androgeos' death was done; And Cecrops' children paid their debt of woe, Where, seven and seven,—0 pitiable sight!— The youths and maidens wait the annual doom, Drawn out by lot from yonder marble urn. Beyond, above a sea, lay carven Crete:— The bull was there; the passion, the strange guile; And Queen Pasiphae's brute-human son, The Minotaur—of monstrous loves the sign. Here was the toilsome, labyrinthine maze, Where, pitying love-lorn Ariadne's tears, The crafty Daedalus himself betrayed The secret of his work; and gave the clue To guide the path of Theseus through the gloom. 0 Icarus, in such well-graven scene How proud thy