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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 90 (search)
tem shall to its bounteous bosom draw ye home. Seek out your ancient Mother! There at last Aeneas' race shall reign on every shore, and his sons' sons, and all their house to be.” So Phoebus spoke; and mighty joy uprose from all my thronging people, who would know where Phoebus' city lay, and whitherward the god ordained the wandering tribe's return. Then spake my father, pondering olden days and sacred memories of heroes gone: “Hear, chiefs and princes, what your hopes shall be! The Isle of Crete, abode of lofty Jove, rests in the middle sea. Thence Ida soars; there is the cradle of our race. It boasts a hundred cities, seats of fruitful power. Thence our chief sire, if duly I recall the olden tale, King Teucer sprung, who first touched on the Trojan shore, and chose his seat of kingly power. There was no Ilium then nor towered Pergama; in lowly vales their dwelling; hence the ancient worship given to the Protectress of Mount Cybele, mother of Gods, what time in Ida's grove the braze
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 shoutes, 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 5, line 575 (search)
n all the throng, Epytides th' appointed signal calls, and cracks his lash; in even lines they move, then, Ioosely sundering in triple band, wheel at a word and thrust their lances forth in hostile ranks; or on the ample field retreat or charge, in figure intricate of circling troop with troop, and swift parade of simulated war; now from the field they flee with backs defenceless to the foe; then rally, lance in rest—or, mingling all, make common front, one legion strong and fair. As once in Crete, the lofty mountain-isle, that-fabled labyrinthine gallery wound on through lightless walls, with thousand paths which baffled every clue, and led astray in unreturning mazes dark and blind: so did the sons of Troy their courses weave in mimic flights and battles fought for play, like dolphins tumbling in the liquid waves, along the Afric or Carpathian seas. This game and mode of march Ascanius, when Alba Longa's bastions proudly rose, taught to the Latin people of the prime; and as the prin
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 6, line 14 (search)
r-mounting wings, Floated to northward, a cold, trackless way, And lightly poised, at last, o'er Cumae's towers. Here first to earth come down, he gave to thee His gear of wings, Apollo! and ordained Vast temples to thy name and altars fair. On huge bronze doors Androgeos' death was done; And Cecrops' children paid their debt of woe, Where, seven and seven,—0 pitiable sight!— The youths and maidens wait the annual doom, Drawn out by lot from yonder marble urn. Beyond, above a sea, lay carven Crete:— The bull was there; the passion, the strange guile; And Queen Pasiphae's brute-human son, The Minotaur—of monstrous loves the sign. Here was the toilsome, labyrinthine maze, Where, pitying love-lorn Ariadne's tears, The crafty Daedalus himself betrayed The secret of his work; and gave the clue To guide the path of Theseus through the gloom. 0 Icarus, in such well-graven scene How proud thy place should be! but grief forbade: Twice in pure gold a father's fingers strove To shape thy fall,