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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 692 (search)
, they say, beneath the sea, and mingles at thy mouth, fair Arethusa! with Sicilian waves. Our voices hailed the great gods of the land with reverent prayer; then skirted we the shore, where smooth Helorus floods the fruitful plain. Under Pachynus' beetling precipice we kept our course; then Camarina rose in distant view, firm-seated evermore by Fate's decree; and that far-spreading vale of Gela, with the name of power it takes from its wide river; and, uptowering far, the ramparts of proud Acragas appeared, where fiery steeds were bred in days of old. Borne by the winds, along thy coast I fled, Selinus, green with palm! and past the shore of Lilybaeum with its treacherous reef; till at the last the port of Drepanum received me to its melancholy strand. Here, woe is me I outworn by stormful seas, my sire, sole comfort of my grievous doom, Anchises ceased to be. O best of sires! Here didst thou leave me in the weary way; through all our perils—O the bitter loss! — borne safely, but in