2. Vergil, Aeneis, 8.196-8.197, 8.484-8.488, 9.59-9.64, 9.471-9.472, 9.717-9.755, 9.757-9.762, 9.777, 11.901, 12.331-12.336 (1st cent. BCE - 1st cent. BCE)
| 8.196. no envoys have I sent, nor tried thy mind 8.197. with artful first approaches, but myself 8.484. he made his own. Dare, O illustrious guest 8.485. to scorn the pomp of power. Shape thy soul 8.486. to be a god's fit follower. Enter here 8.487. and free from pride our frugal welcome share.” 8.488. So saying, 'neath his roof-tree scant and low 9.59. his laggard host, and, leading in his train 9.60. a score of chosen knights, dashed into view 9.61. hard by the walls. A barb of Thracian breed 9.62. dappled with white he rode; a crimson plume 9.63. flamed over his golden helmet. “Who,” he cries 9.64. “Is foremost at the foe? Who follows me? 9.471. with bloody, roaring mouth, the feeble flock 9.472. that trembles and is dumb. Nor was the sword 9.717. Here grim Mezentius, terrible to see 9.718. waved an Etrurian pine, and made his war 9.719. with smoking firebrands; there, in equal rage 9.720. Messapus, the steed-tamer, Neptune's son 9.721. ripped down the palisade, and at the breach 9.723. Aid, O Calliope, the martial song! 9.724. Tell me what carnage and how many deaths 9.725. the sword of Turnus wrought: what peer in arms 9.726. each hero to the world of ghosts sent down. 9.728. A tower was there, well-placed and looming large 9.729. with many a lofty bridge, which desperately 9.730. th' Italians strove to storm, and strangely plied 9.731. besieging enginery to cast it down: 9.732. the Trojans hurled back stones, or, standing close 9.733. flung through the loopholes a swift shower of spears. 9.734. But Turnus launched a firebrand, and pierced 9.735. the wooden wall with flame, which in the wind 9.736. leaped larger, and devoured from floor to floor 9.737. burning each beam away. The trembling guards 9.738. ought flight in vain; and while they crowded close 9.739. into the side unkindled yet, the tower 9.740. bowed its whole weight and fell, with sudden crash 9.741. that thundered through the sky. Along the ground 9.742. half dead the warriors fell (the crushing mass 9.743. piled over them) by their own pointed spears 9.744. pierced to the heart, or wounded mortally 9.745. by cruel splinters of the wreck. Two men 9.746. Helenor one, and Lyeus at his side 9.747. alone get free. Helenor of the twain 9.748. was a mere youth; the slave Lycymnia 9.749. bore him in secret to the Lydian King 9.750. and, arming him by stealth, had sent away 9.751. to serve the Trojan cause. One naked sword 9.752. for arms had he, and on his virgin shield 9.753. no blazon of renown; but when he saw 9.754. the hosts of Turnus front him, and the lines 9.755. this way and that of Latins closing round, — 9.762. the shining swords looked thickest, there he sprung. 9.777. is stolen by the wolf of Mars. Wild shouts 12.331. fight them with half our warriors. of a truth 12.332. your champion brave shall to those gods ascend 12.333. before whose altars his great heart he vows; 12.334. and lips of men while yet on earth he stays 12.335. will spread his glory far. Ourselves, instead 12.336. must crouch to haughty masters, and resign |
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