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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 548 (search)
No tarrying now, but after sacrifice we twirled the sailyards and shook out all sail, leaving the cities of the sons of Greece and that distrusted land. Tarentum's bay soon smiled before us, town of Hercules, if fame be true; opposing it uptowers Lacinia's headland unto Juno dear, the heights of Caulon, and that sailors' bane, ship-shattering Scylaceum. Thence half seen, trinacrian Aetna cleaves th' horizon line; we hear from far the crash of shouting seas, where lifted billows leap the tide-swept sand. Father Anchises cried: “'T is none but she— Charybdis! Helenus this reef foretold, and rocks of dreadful name. O, fly, my men! Rise like one man with long, strong sweep of oars!” Not unobedient they! First Palinure veered to the leftward wave the willing keel, and sails and oars together leftward strove. We shot to skyward on the arching surge, then, as she sank, dropped deeper than the grave; thrice bellowed the vast cliffs from vaulted wall; thrice saw we spouted foam and showers of <
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 570 (search)
A spreading bay is there, impregnable to all invading storms; and Aetna's throat with roar of frightful ruin thunders nigh. Now to the realm of light it lifts a cloud of pitch-black, whirling smoke, and fiery dust, shooting out globes of flame, with monster tongues that lick the stars; now huge crags of itself, out of the bowels of the mountain torn, its maw disgorges, while the molten rock rolls screaming skyward; from the nether deep the fathomless abyss makes ebb and flow. Enceladus, his body lightning-scarred, lies prisoned under all, so runs the tale: o'er him gigantic Aetna breathes in fire from crack and seam; and if he haply turn to change his wearied side, Trinacria's isle trembles and moans, and thick fumes mantle heaven. That night in screen and covert of a grove we bore the dire convulsion, unaware whence the loud horror came. For not a star its lamp allowed, nor burned in upper sky the constellated fires, but all was gloom, and frowning night confined the moon in cloud.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 655 (search)
ith his flocks down-wending to the well-known water-side; huge, shapeless, horrible, with blinded eye, bearing a lopped pine for a staff, he made his footing sure, while the white, fleecy sheep, sole pleasure now, and solace of his woes, ran huddling at his side. Soon to the vast flood of the level brine he came, and washed the flowing gore away from that out-hollowed eye; he gnashed his teeth, groaning, and deep into the watery way stalked on, his tall bulk wet by scarce a wave. We fled in haste, though far, and with us bore the truthful suppliant; cut silently the anchor-ropes, and, bending to the oar, swept on with eager strokes clean out to sea. Aware he was, and toward our loud halloo whirled sudden round; but when no power had he to seize or harm, nor could his fierce pursuit o'ertake the Ionian surges as they rolled, he raised a cry incredible; the sea with all its billows trembled; the wide shore of Italy from glens and gorges moaned, and Aetna roared from every vaulted cave.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 407 (search)
Night's course half run, soon as the first repose had banished sleep,—what time some careful wife whose distaff and Minerva's humble toil must earn her bread, rekindling her warm hearth, adds a night-burden to her laboring day, and by the torch-light cheers her maidens on to their long tasks; that so her husband's bed she may in honor keep, and train to power her dear men-children—at such prime of morn, with not less eager mind the Lord of Fire fled his soft couch and to his forges tried. An island near Aeolian Lipara not far from a Sicilian headland lies, where smoking rocks precipitously tower above a vast vault, which the Cyclops' skill outhollowed large as Aetna's thunderous caves. There ring the smitten anvils, and the roof re-echoes, roaring loud. Chalybian ores hiss in the gloom, and from the furnace mouths puff the hot-panting fires. 'T is Vulcan's seat, and all that island is Vulcania. Thither descended now the god of fire from height of heav
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 8, line 424 (search)
inds; then fearful lightnings on the skilful forge they welded with loud horror, and with flames that bear swift wrath from Jove. Elsewhere a crew toiled at the chariot and winged wheel wherewith the war-god wakens from repose heroes and peopled cities. Others wrought the awful Aegis, herald of dismay, by angry Pallas worn; they burnished bright the golden serpent-scales and wreathing snakes, till from the corselet of the goddess glared the Gorgon's severed head and rolling eyes. “Cyclops of Aetna,” Vulcan cried, “have done! Leave ev'ry task unfinished, and receive my new command! Good armor must be forged for warrior brave. For this I need to use your utmost sinew and your swiftest hand, with all your master skill. No lingering now!” Swift the command, and swiftly they divide to each his portion, and united urge the common task. Forth fow the molten streams of brass and gold, and, melted in fierce fiame, the deeply-wounding steel like liquid flows. A mighty shield took shape, its s
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 11, line 243 (search)
y, and now ensnares in wars unknown? Look how we men that dared lay Ilium waste (I speak not of what woes in battling neath her lofty walls we bore, nor of dead warriors sunk in Simois' wave) have paid the penalty in many a land with chastisement accurst and changeful woe, till Priam's self might pity. Let the star of Pallas tell its tale of fatal storm, off grim Caphereus and Eubcea's crags. Driven asunder from one field of war, Atrides unto farthest Egypt strayed, and wise Ulysses saw from Aetna's caves the Cyclops gathering. Why name the throne of Pyrrhus, or the violated hearth whence fled Idomeneus? Or Locri cast on Libya's distant shore? For even he, Lord of Mycenae by the Greeks obeyed, fell murdered on his threshold by the hand of that polluted wife, whose paramour trapped Asia's conqueror. The envious gods withheld me also from returning home to see once more the hearth-stone of my sires, the wife I yearn for, and my Calydon, the beauteous land. For wonders horrible pursue me