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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 121 (search)
The tale was told us that Idomeneus, from his hereditary kindgom driven, had left his Crete abandoned, that no foe now harbored there, but all its dwellings lay untenanted of man. So forth we sailed out of the port of Delos, and sped far along the main. The maenad-haunted hills of Naxos came in view; the ridges green of fair Donysa, with Olearos, and Paros, gleaming white, and Cyclades scattered among the waves, as close we ran where thick-strewn islands vex the channelled seas with rival shout the sailors cheerly called: “On, comrades! On, to Crete and to our sires!” Freely behind us blew the friendly winds, and gave smooth passage to that fabled shore, the land of the Curetes, friends of Jove. There eagerly I labored at the walls of our long-prayed-for city; and its name was Pergamea; to my Trojan band, pleased with such name, I gave command to build altar and hearth, and raise the lofty tow
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 147 (search)
'T was night, and sleep possessed all breathing things; when, lo! the sacred effigies divine, the Phrygian gods which through the flames I bore from fallen Troy, seemed in a vision clear to stand before me where I slumbering lay, bathed in bright beams which from the moon at full streamed through the latticed wall: and thus they spoke to soothe my care away. “Apollo's word, which in far Delos the god meant for thee, is uttered here. Behold, he sends ourselves to this thy house, before thy prayer is made. We from Troy's ashes have companioned thee in every fight; and we the swollen seas, guided by thee, in thine own ships have crossed; our power divine shall set among the stars thy seed to be, and to thy city give dominion evermore. For mighty men go build its mighty walls! Seek not to shun the hard, long labors of an exile's way. Change this abode! Not thine this Cretan shore, nor here would Delian Phoebus have thee bide. There is a land the roving Greeks have named Hesperia. It is a
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 4, line 129 (search)
ing, paws the ground and fiercely champs the foam-flecked bridle-rein. At last, with numerous escort, forth she shines: her Tyrian pall is bordered in bright hues, her quiver, gold; her tresses are confined only with gold; her robes of purple rare meet in a golden clasp. To greet her come the noble Phrygian guests; among them smiles the boy Iulus; and in fair array Aeneas, goodliest of all his train. In such a guise Apollo (when he leaves cold Lycian hills and Xanthus' frosty stream to visit Delos to Latona dear) ordains the song, while round his altars cry the choirs of many islands, with the pied, fantastic Agathyrsi; soon the god moves o'er the Cynthian steep; his flowing hair he binds with laurel garland and bright gold; upon his shining shoulder as he goes the arrows ring:—not less uplifted mien aeneas wore; from his illustrious brow such beauty shone. Soon to the mountains tall the cavalcade comes nigh, to pathless haunts of woodland creatures; the wild goats are seen, from poin
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 6, line 1 (search)
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.