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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 6, line 703 (search)
afield among the rainbow flowers Alight and sip, or round the lilies pure Pour forth in busy swarm, while far diffused Their murmured songs from all the meadows rise. Aeneas in amaze the wonder views, And fearfully inquires of whence and why; What yonder rivers be; what people press, Line after line, on those dim shores along. Said Sire Anchises: “Yonder thronging souls To reincarnate shape predestined move. Here, at the river Lethe's wave, they quaff Care-quelling floods, and long oblivion. Of these I shall discourse, and to thy soul Make visible the number and array Of my posterity; so shall thy heart In Italy, thy new-found home, rejoice.” “0 father,” said Aeneas, “must I deem That from this region souls exalted rise To upper air, and shall once more return To cumbering flesh? 0, wherefore do they feel, Unhappy ones, such fatal lust to live?” “I speak, my son, nor make thee longer doubt,” Anchises said, and thus the truth set forth, In ordered words from point to p
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 37 (search)
Hail, Erato! while olden kings and thrones and all their sequent story I unfold! How Latium's honor stood, when alien ships brought war to Italy, and from what cause the primal conflict sprang, O goddess, breathe upon thy bard in song. Dread wars I tell, array of battle, and high-hearted kings thrust forth to perish, when Etruria's host and all Hesperia gathered to the fray. Events of grander march impel my song, and loftier task I try.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 323 (search)
er, from cloudy throne among the Furies, where her heart is fed with horrid wars, wrath, vengeance, treason foul, and fatal feuds. Her father Pluto loathes the creature he engendered, and with hate her hell-born sister-fiends the monster view. A host of shapes she wears, and many a front of frowning black brows viper-garlanded. Juno to her this goading speech addressed: “O daughter of dark Night, arouse for me thy wonted powers and our task begin! Lest now my glory fail, my royal name be vanquished, while Aeneas and his crew cheat with a wedlock bond the Latin King and seize Italia's fields. Thou canst thrust on two Ioving brothers to draw sword and slay, and ruin homes with hatred, calling in the scourge of Furies and avenging fires. A thousand names thou bearest, and thy ways of ruin multiply a thousand-fold. Arouse thy fertile breast! Go, rend in twain this plighted peace! Breed calumnies and sow causes of battle, till yon warrior hosts cry out for swords and leap to gird them on.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 445 (search)
dwell! My hands bring bloody death and war.” She spoke, and hurled her firebrand at the hero, thrusting deep beneath his heart her darkly smouldering flame. Then horror broke his sleep, and fearful sweat dripped from his every limb. He shrieked aloud for arms; and seized the ready arms that lay around his couch and hall. Then o'er his soul the lust of battle and wild curse of war broke forth in angry power, as when the flames of faggots round the bubbling cauldron sing, and up the waters leap; the close-kept flood brims over, streaming, foaming, breaking bound, and flings thick clouds in air. He, summoning his chieftains, bade them on Latinus move, break peace, take arms, and, over Italy their shields extending, to thrust forth her foe: himself for Teucrian with Latin joined was more than match. He called upon the gods in witness of his vows: while, nothing loth, Rutulia's warriors rushed into array; some by his youth and noble beauty moved, some by his kingly sires and fame in arms
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 540 (search)
e and deadly combat, and warm blood those sudden-leaping swords incarnadines, which chance put in their hands. Such nuptial joys, such feast of wedlock, let the famous son of Venus with the King Latinus share! But yon Olympian Sire and King no more permits thee freely in our skies to roam. Go, quit the field! Myself will take control of hazards and of labors yet to be.” Thus Saturn's daughter spoke. Alecto then, unfolding far her hissing, viperous wings, turned toward her Stygian home, and took farewell of upper air. Deep in Italia lies a region mountain-girded, widely famed, and known in olden songs from land to land: the valley of Amsanctus; deep, dark shades enclose it between forest-walls, whereby through thunderous stony channel serpentines a roaring fall. Here in a monstrous cave are breathing-holes of hell, a vast abyss where Acheron opes wide its noisome jaws: in this Alecto plunged, concealing so her execrable godhead, while the air of earth and heaven felt the curse removed
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 641 (search)
Virgins of Helicon, renew my song! Instruct me what proud kings to battle flown with following legions throng the serried plain. Tell me what heroes and illustrious arms Italia's bosom in her dawning day benignant bore: for your celestial minds, have memory of the past, but faint and low steals glory's whisper on a mortal ear.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 761 (search)
fane. For legend whispers that Hippolytus, by step-dame's plot undone, his life-blood gave to sate his vengeful father, and was rent in sunder by wild horses; but the grave to air of heaven and prospect of the stars restored him;—for Diana's love and care poured out upon him Paeon's healing balm. But Jove, almighty Sire, brooked not to see a mortal out of death and dark reclimb to light of life, and with a thunderbolt hurled to the Stygian river Phoebus' son, who dared such good elixir to compound. But pitying Trivia hid Hippolytus in her most secret cave, and gave in ward to the wise nymph Egeria in her grove; where he lived on inglorious and alone, ranging the woods of Italy, and bore the name of Virbius. 'T is for this cause the hallowed woods to Trivia's temple vowed forbid loud-footed horses, such as spilled stripling and chariot on the fatal shore, scared by the monsters peering from the sea. Yet did the son o'er that tumultuous plain his battle-chariot guide and plunging team
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 470 (search)
fearful lies Etruria's force, disarmed by oracles. Their Tarchon sent envoys who bore a sceptre and a crown even to me, and prayed I should assume the sacred emblems of Etruria's king, and lead their host to war. But unto me cold, sluggish age, now barren and outworn, denies new kingdoms, and my slow-paced powers run to brave deeds no more. Nor could I urge my son, who by his Sabine mother's line is half Italian-born. Thyself art he, whose birth illustrious and manly prime fate favors and celestial powers approve. Therefore go forth, O bravest chief and King of Troy and Italy! To thee I give the hope and consolation of our throne, pallas, my son, and bid him find in thee a master and example, while he learns the soldier's arduous toil. With thy brave deeds let him familiar grow, and reverence thee with youthful love and honor. In his train two hundred horsemen of Arcadia, our choicest men-at-arms, shall ride; and he in his own name an equal band shall bring to follow only thee.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 608 (search)
ouse made perfect, that my son need never fear Laurentum's haughty host, nor to provoke fierce Turnus to the fray.” Cythera's Queen so saying, embraced her son, and hung the arms, all glittering, on an oak that stood thereby. The hero, with exultant heart and proud, gazing unwearied at his mother's gift, surveys them close, and poises in his hands the helmet's dreadful crest and glancing flame, the sword death-dealing, and the corselet strong, impenetrable brass, blood-red and large, like some dark-lowering, purple cloud that gleams beneath the smiting sun and flashes far its answering ray; and burnished greaves were there, fine gold and amber; then the spear and shield — the shield—of which the blazonry divine exceeds all power to tell. Thereon were seen Italia's story and triumphant Rome, wrought by the Lord of Fire, who was not blind to lore inspired and prophesying song, fore-reading things to come. He pictured there Iulus' destined line of glorious sons marshalled for many a
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 671 (search)
the waters bright, and clove the tumbling brine. For the shield's central glory could be seen great fleets of brazen galleys, and the fight at Actium; where, ablaze with war's array, Leucate's peak glowed o'er the golden tide. Caesar Augustus led Italia's sons to battle: at his side concordant moved Senate and Roman People, with their gods of hearth and home, and all Olympian Powers. Uplifted on his ship he stands; his brows beneath a double glory smile, and bright over his forehead beams the Juge-limbed picture of the mournful Nile, who from his bosom spread his garments wide, and offered refuge in his sheltering streams and broad, blue breast, to all her fallen power. But Caesar in his triple triumph passed the gates of Rome, and gave Italia's gods, for grateful offering and immortal praise, three hundred temples; all the city streets with game and revel and applauding song rang loud; in all the temples altars burned and Roman matrons prayed; the slaughtered herds strewed well the sa
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