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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 655 (search)
Next after these, conspicuous o'er the plain, with palm-crowned chariot and victorious steeds, rode forth well-moulded Aventinus, sprung from shapely Hercules; upon the shield his blazon was a hundred snakes, and showed his father's hydra-cincture serpentine; him deep in Aventine's most secret grove the priestess Rhea bore—a mortal maid clasped in a god's embrace the wondrous day when, flushed with conquest of huge Geryon, the lord of Tiryns to Laurentum drove, and washed in Tiber's wave th' Iberian kine. His followers brandished pointed pikes and staves, or smooth Sabellian bodkin tipped with steel; but he, afoot, swung round him as he strode a monstrous lion-skin, its bristling mane and white teeth crowning his ferocious brow: for garbed as Hercules he sought his King
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 706 (search)
Then, one of far-descended Sabine name, Clausus advanced, the captain of a host, and in himself an equal host he seemed; from his proud loins the high-born Claudian stem through Latium multiplies, since Roman power with Sabine first was wed. A cohort came from Amiternum and the olden wall of Cures, called Quirites even then; Eretum answered and Mutusca's hill with olives clad, Velinus' flowery field, nomentum's fortress, the grim precipice of Tetrica, Severus' upland fair, Casperia, Foruli, Himella's waves, Tiber and Fabaris, and wintry streams of Nursia; to the same proud muster sped Tuscan with Latin tribes, and loyal towns beside whose walls ill-omened Allia flows. As numerous they moved as rolling waves that stir smooth Libyan seas, when in cold floods sinks grim Orion's star; or like the throng of clustering wheat-tops in the summer sun, near Hermus or on Lycia's yellowing plain: shields clashed; their strong tramp smote the trembling ground.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 7, line 783 (search)
med, of mighty frame, his lordly head high o'er his peers emerging! His tall helm with flowing triple crest for ensign bears Chimaera, whose terrific lips outpour volcanic fires; where'er the menace moves of her infernal flames and wrathful frown, there wildest flows the purple flood of war. On his smooth shield deep graven in the gold is horned Io—wondrous the device!— a shaggy heifer-shape the maiden shows; Argus is watching her, while Inachus pours forth his river from the pictured urn. A storm of tramping troops, to Turnus sworn, throngs all the widespread plain with serried shields: warriors of Argos, and Auruncan bands, Sicani, Rutuli, Sacranian hosts, Labicum's painted shields; all who till thy woodland vales, O Tiber! or the shore Numicius hallows; all whose ploughs upturn Rutulia's hills, or that Circaean range where Jove of Anxur guards, and forests green make fair Feronia glad; where lie the fens of Satura, and Ufens' icy wave through lowland valleys seeks his seaward w
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 36 (search)
th' impending wars may bring thee victory: receive the counsel, though the words be few: within this land are men of Arcady, of Pallas' line, who, following in the train of King Evander and his men-at-arms, built them a city in the hills, and chose (honoring Pallas, their Pelasgian sire), the name of Pallanteum. They make war incessant with the Latins. Therefore call this people to thy side and bind them close in federated power. My channel fair and shaded shore shall guide thee where they dwell, and thy strong oarsmen on my waters borne shall mount my falling stream. Rise, goddess-born, and ere the starlight fade give honor due to Juno, and with supplicating vow avert her wrath and frown. But unto me make offering in thy victorious hour, in time to come. I am the copious flood which thou beholdest chafing at yon shores and parting fruitful fields: cerulean stream of Tiber, favored greatly of high Heaven. here shall arise my house magnificent, a city of all cities chief and crown.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 66 (search)
So spake the river-god, and sank from view down to his deepest cave; then night and sleep together from Aeneas fled away. He rose, and to the orient beams of morn his forehead gave; in both his hollowed palms he held the sacred waters of the stream, and called aloud: “O ye Laurentian nymphs, whence flowing rills be born, and chiefly thou, O Father Tiber, worshipped stream divine, accept Aeneas, and from peril save! If in some hallowed lake or haunted spring thy power, pitying my woes, abides, or wheresoe'er the blessed place be found whence first thy beauty flows, there evermore my hands shall bring thee gift and sacrifice. O chief and sovereign of Hesperian streams, O river-god that hold'st the plenteous horn, protect us, and confirm thy words divine!” He spoke; then chose twin biremes from the fleet, gave them good gear and armed their loyal cre
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 102 (search)
ess oars, the sudden sight alarmed, and all the throng sprang to its feet and left the feast divine. But dauntless Pallas bade them give not o'er the sacred festival, and spear in hand flew forward to a bit of rising ground, and cried from far: “Hail, warriors! what cause drives you to lands unknown, and whither bound? Your kin, your country? Bring ye peace or war?” Father Aeneas then held forth a bough of peaceful olive from the lofty ship, thus answering : “Men Trojan-born are we, foes of the Latins, who have driven us forth with insolent assault. We fain would see Evander. Pray, deliver this, and say that chosen princes of Dardania sue for his help in arms.” So wonder fell on Pallas, awestruck at such mighty name. O, come, whoe'er thou art,” he said, “and speak in presence of my father. Enter here, guest of our hearth and altar.” He put forth his right hand in true welcome, and they stood with lingering clasp; then hand in hand advanced up the steep woodland, leaving Tiber
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 219 (search)
e rock-built gate in vain; and thrice withdrew to rest him in the vale. But high above a pointed peak arose, sheer face of rock on every side, which towered into view from the long ridge above the vaulted cave, fit haunt for birds of evil-boding wing. This peak, which leftward toward the river leaned, he smote upon its right—his utmost blow — breaking its bases Ioose; then suddenly thrust at it: as he thrust, the thunder-sound filled all the arching sky, the river's banks asunder leaped, and Tiber in alarm reversed his flowing wave. So Cacus' lair lay shelterless, and naked to the day the gloomy caverns of his vast abode stood open, deeply yawning, just as if the riven earth should crack, and open wide th' infernal world and fearful kingdoms pale, which gods abhor; and to the realms on high the measureless abyss should be laid bare, and pale ghosts shrink before the entering sun. Now upon Cacus, startled by the glare, caged in the rocks and howling horribly, Alcides hurled his weapons
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 306 (search)
food as hunters find. Then Saturn from Olympian realms came down, in flight from Jove's dread arms, his sceptre lost, and he an exiled King. That savage race he gathered from the mountain slopes; and gave wise laws and statutes; so that latent land was Latium, ‘hid land’, where he hid so long. The golden centuries by legends told were under that good King, whose equal sway untroubled peace to all his peoples gave. But after slow decline arrived an age degenerate and of a darker hue, prone to insensate war and greed of gain. Then came Sicanian and Ausonian tribes, and oft the land of Saturn lost its name. New chieftains rose, and Thybris, giant King and violent, from whom th' Italians named the flooding Tiber, which was called no more the Albula, its true and ancient style. Myself, in exile from my fatherland sailing uncharted seas, was guided here by all-disposing Chance and iron laws of Destiny. With prophecy severe Carmentis, my nymph-mother, thrust me on, warned by Apollo's wor
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 520 (search)
thunder-peal and flash of quivering fire tumultuous broke, as if the world would fall, and bellowing Tuscan trumpets shook the air. All eyes look up. Again and yet again crashed the terrible din, and where the sky looked clearest hung a visionary cloud, whence through the brightness blazed resounding arms. All hearts stood still. But Troy's heroic son knew that his mother in the skies redeemed her pledge in sound of thunder: so he cried, “Seek not, my friend, seek not thyself to read the meaning of the omen. 'T is to me Olympus calls. My goddess-mother gave long since her promise of a heavenly sign if war should burst; and that her power would bring a panoply from Vulcan through the air, to help us at our need. Alas, what deaths over Laurentum's ill-starred host impend! O Turnus, what a reckoning thou shalt pay to me in arms! O Tiber, in thy wave what helms and shields and mighty soldiers slain shall in confusion roll! Yea, let them lead their lines to battle, and our league abjure!
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 630 (search)
ou hadst been true, false Alban, to thy vow!); and Tullus trailed the traitor's mangled corse along the hills, the wild thorn dripping gore. Porsenna, next, sent to revolted Rome his proud command to take her Tarquin back, and with strong siege assailed the city's wall; while unsubdued Aeneas' sons took arms in freedom's name. there too the semblance of the frustrate King, a semblance of his wrath and menace vain, when Cocles broke the bridge, and Cloelia burst her captive bonds and swam the Tiber's wave. Lo, on the steep Tarpeian citadel stood Manlius at the sacred doors of Jove, holding the capitol, whereon was seen the fresh-thatched house of Romulus the King. There, too, all silver, through arcade of gold fluttered the goose, whose monitory call revealed the foeman at the gate: outside besieging Gauls the thorny pathway climbed, ambushed in shadow and the friendly dark of night without a star; their flowing hair was golden, and their every vesture gold; their cloaks were glitterin
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