| Nec non et socii, quae cuique est copia, laeti | of his own mother's myrtle-tree, to shade |
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| dona ferunt, onerant aras, mactantque iuvencos; | his sacred brow; the hero Helymus |
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| ordine aena locant alii, fusique per herbam | and King Acestes for his tresses gray |
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| subiciunt veribus prunas et viscera torrent. | like coronals took on; Ascanius |
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| Exspectata dies aderat, nonamque serena | and all the warrior youth like emblems wore. |
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| Auroram Phaethontis equi iam luce vehebant | Then in th' attendant throng conspicuous |
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| famaque finitimos et clari nomen Acestae | with thousands at his side, the hero moved |
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| excierat; laeto complerant litora coetu | from place of council to his father's tomb. |
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| visuri Aeneadas, pars et certare parati. | There on the ground he poured libation due |
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| Munera principio ante oculos circoque locantur | two beakers of good wine, of sweet milk two |
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| in medio, sacri tripodes viridesque coronae | two of the victim's blood—and scattered flowers |
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| et palmae pretium victoribus, armaque et ostro | of saddest purple stain, while thus he prayed: |
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| perfusae vestes, argenti aurique talenta; | “Hail, hallowed sire! And hail, ye ashes dear |
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| et tuba commissos medio canit aggere ludos. | of him I vainly saved! O soul and shade |
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| Prima pares ineunt gravibus certamina remis | of my blest father! Heaven to us denied |
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| quattuor ex omni delectae classe carinae. | to find together that predestined land |
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| Velocem Mnestheus agit acri remige Pristim | of Italy, or our Ausonian stream |
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| mox Italus Mnestheus, genus a quo nomine Memmi; | of Tiber—ah! but where?” He scarce had said |
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| ingentemque Gyas ingenti mole Chimaeram | when from the central shrine a gliding snake |
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| urbis opus, triplici pubes quam Dardana versu | coiled seven-fold in seven spirals wide |
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| impellunt, terno consurgunt ordine remi; | twined round the tomb and trailed innocuous o'er |
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| Sergestusque, domus tenet a quo Sergia nomen | the very altars; his smooth back was flecked |
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| Centauro invehitur magna, Scyllaque Cloanthus | with green and azure, and his changeful scales |
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| caerulea, genus unde tibi, Romane Cluenti. | gleamed golden, as the cloud-born rainbow flings |
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| Est procul in pelago saxum spumantia contra | its thousand colors from th' opposing sun. |
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| litora, quod tumidis submersum tunditur olim | Aeneas breathless watched the serpent wind |
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| fluctibus, hiberni condunt ubi sidera cori; | among the bowls and cups of polished rim |
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| tranquillo silet, immotaque attollitur unda | tasting the sacred feast; where, having fed |
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| campus, et apricis statio gratissima mergis. | back to the tomb all harmless it withdrew. |
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| Hic viridem Aeneas frondenti ex ilice metam | Then with new zeal his sacrifice he brings |
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| constituit signum nautis pater, unde reverti | in honor of his sire; for he must deem |
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| scirent, et longos ubi circumflectere cursus. | that serpent the kind genius of the place |
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| Tum loca sorte legunt, ipsique in puppibus auro | or of his very father's present shade |
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| ductores longe effulgent ostroque decori; | ome creature ministrant. Two lambs he slew |
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| cetera populea velatur fronde iuventus | the wonted way, two swine, and, sable-hued |
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| nudatosque umeros oleo perfilsa nitescit. | the yoke of bulls; from shallow bowl he poured |
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| Considunt transtris, intentaque brachia remis; | libation of the grape, and called aloud |
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| intenti exspectant signum, exsultantiaque haurit | on great Anchises' spirit, and his shade |
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| corda pavor pulsans, laudumque arrecta cupido. | from Acheron set free. Then all the throng |
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| Inde, ubi clara dedit sonitum tuba, finibus omnes | each from his separate store, heap up the shrines |
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| haud mora, prosiluere suis; ferit aethera clamor | with victims slain; some range in order fair |
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| nauticus, adductis spumant freta versa lacertis. | the brazen cauldrons; or along the grass |
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| Infindunt pariter sulcos, totumque dehiscit | cattered at ease, hold o'er the embers bright |
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| Non tam praecipites biiugo certamine campum | Arrived the wished-for day; through cloudless sky |
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| corripuere, ruuntque effusi carcere currus | the coursers of the Sun's bright-beaming car |
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| nec sic immissis aurigae undantia lora | bore upward the ninth morn. The neighboring folk |
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| concussere iugis pronique in verbera pendent. | thronged eager to the shore; some hoped to see |
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| Tum plausu fremituque virum studiisque faventum | Aeneas and his warriors, others fain |
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| consonat omne nemus, vocemque inclusa volutant | would their own prowess prove in bout and game. |
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| litora, pulsati colles clamore resultant. | Conspicuous lie the rewards, ranged in sight |
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| Effugit ante alios primisque elabitur undis | in the mid-circus; wreaths of laurel green |
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| turbam inter fremitumque Gyas; quem deinde Cloanthus | the honored tripod, coronals of palm |
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| consequitur, melior remis, sed pondere pinus | for conquerors' brows, accoutrements of war |
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| tarda tenet. Post hos aequo discrimine Pristis | rare robes of purple stain, and generous weight |
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| Centaurusque locum tendunt superare priorem; | of silver and of gold. The trumpet's call |
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| Centaurus, nunc una ambae iunctisque feruntur | First, side by side, with sturdy, rival oars |
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| frontibus, et longa sulcant vada salsa carina. | four noble galleys, pride of all the fleet |
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| Iamque propinquabant scopulo metamque tenebant | come forward to contend. The straining crew |
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| cum princeps medioque Gyas in gurgite victor | of Mnestheus bring his speedy Pristis on, — |
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| rectorem navis compellat voce Menoeten: | Mnestheus in Italy erelong the sire |
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| Quo tantum mihi dexter abis? Huc dirige gressum; | of Memmius' noble line. Brave Gyas guides |
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| litus ama, et laevas stringat sine palmula cautes; | his vast Chimaera, a colossal craft |
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| altum alii teneant. Dixit; sed caeca Menoetes | a floating city, by a triple row |
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| saxa timens proram pelagi detorquet ad undas. | of Dardan sailors manned, whose banks of oars |
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| Quo diversus abis? iterum Pete saxa, Menoete! | in triple order rise. Sergestus, he |
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| cum clamore Gyas revocabat; et ecce Cloanthum | of whom the Sergian house shall after spring |
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| respicit instantem tergo, et propiora tenentem. | rides in his mighty Centaur. Next in line |
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| Ille inter navemque Gyae scopulosque sonantes | on sky-blue Scylla proud Cloanthus rides — |
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| praeterit, et metis tenet aequora tuta relictis. | Fronting the surf-beat shore, far out at sea |
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| Tum vero exarsit iuveni dolor ossibus ingens | rises a rock, which under swollen waves |
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| nec lacrimis caruere genae, segnemque Menoeten | lies buffeted unseen, when wintry storms |
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| oblitus decorisque sui sociumque salutis | mantle the stars; but when the deep is calm |
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| in mare praecipitem puppi deturbat ab alta; | lifts silently above the sleeping wave |
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| ipse gubernaclo rector subit, ipse magister | its level field,—a place where haunt and play |
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| hortaturque viros, clavumque ad litora torquet. | flocks of the sea-birds, Iovers of the sun. |
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| At gravis, ut fundo vix tandem redditus imo est | Here was the goal; and here Aeneas set |
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| iam senior madidaque fluens in veste Menoetes | a green-leaved flex-tree, to be a mark |
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| summa petit scopuli siccaque in rupe resedit. | for every captain's eye, from whence to veer |
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| Ilium et labentem Teucri et risere natantem | the courses of their ships in sweeping curves |
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| et salsos rident revomentem pectore fluctus. | and speed them home. Now places in the line |
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| Hic laeta extremis spes est accensa duobus | are given by lot. Upon the lofty sterns |
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| Sergesto Mnestheique, Gyan superare morantem. | the captains ride, in beautiful array |
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| Sergestus capit ante locum scopuloque propinquat | of Tyriao purple and far-flaming gold; |
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| nec tota tamen ille prior praeeunte carina; | the crews are poplar-crowned, the shoulders bare |
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| parte prior, partem rostro premit aemula Pristis. | rubbed well with glittering oil; their straining arms |
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| At media socios incedens nave per ipsos | make long reach to the oar, as on the thwarts |
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| hortatur Mnestheus: Nunc, nunc insurgite remis | they sit attentive, listening for the call |
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| Hectorei socii, Troiae quos sorte suprema | of the loud trumpet; while with pride and fear |
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| delegi comites; nunc illas promite vires | their hot hearts throb, impassioned for renown. |
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| nunc animos, quibus in Gaetulis Syrtibus usi | Soon pealed the signal clear; from all the line |
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| Ionioque mari Maleaeque sequacibus undis. | instant the galleys bounded, and the air |
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| Non iam prima peto Mnestheus, neque vincere certo; | rang to the rowers, shouting, while their arms |
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| quamquam O!—sed superent, quibus hoc, Neptune, dedisti; | pulled every inch and flung the waves in foam; |
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| extremos pudeat rediisse; hoc vincite, cives | deep cut the rival strokes; the surface fair |
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| et prohibete nefas. Olli certamine summo | yawned wide beneath their blades and cleaving keels. |
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| procumbunt; vastis tremit ictibus aerea puppis | Not swifter scour the chariots o'er the plain |
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| subtrahiturque solum; tum creber anhelitus artus | ped headlong from the line behind their teams |
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| aridaque ora quatit, sudor fluit undique rivis. | of mated coursers, while each driver shakes |
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| Attulit ipse viris optatum casus honorem. | loose, rippling reins above his plunging pairs |
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| Namque furens animi dum proram ad saxa suburguet | and o'er the lash leans far. With loud applause |
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| interior, spatioque subit Sergestus iniquo | vociferous and many an urgent cheer |
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| infelix saxis in procurrentibus haesit. | the woodlands rang, and all the concave shores |
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| Concussae cautes, et acuto in murice remi | back from the mountains took the Trojan cry |
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| obnixi crepuere, inlisaque prora pependit. | in answering song. Forth-flying from his peers |
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| Consurgunt nautae et magno clamore morantur | while all the crowd acclaims, sped Gyas' keel |
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| ferratasque trudes et acuta cuspide contos | along the outmost wave. Cloanthus next |
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| expediunt, fractosque legunt in gurgite remos. | pushed hard upon, with stronger stroke of oars |
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| At laetus Mnestheus successuque acrior ipso | but heavier ship. At equal pace behind |
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| agmine remorum celeri ventisque vocatis | the Pristis and the Centaur fiercely strive |
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| prona petit maria et pelago decurrit aperto. | for the third place. Now Pristis seems to lead |
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| Qualis spelunca subito commota columba | now mightier Centaur past her flies, then both |
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| cui domus et dulces latebroso in pumice nidi | ride on together, prow with prow, and cleave |
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| fertur in ana volans, plausumque exterrita pennis | long lines of foaming furrow with swift keels. |
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| dat tecto ingentem, mox aere lapsa quieto | Soon near the rock they drew, and either ship |
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| radit iter liquidum, celeres neque commovet alas: | was making goal,—when Gyas, in the lead |
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| sic Mnestheus, sic ipsa fuga secat ultima Pristis | and winner of the half-course, Ioudly hailed |
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| aequora, sic illam fert impetus ipse volantem. | menoetes, the ship's pilot: “Why so far |
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| Et primum in scopulo luctantem deserit alto | to starboard, we? Keep her head round this way! |
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| Sergestum, brevibusque vadis frustraque vocantem | Hug shore! Let every oar-blade almost graze |
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| auxilia, et fractis discentem currere remis | that reef to larboard! Let the others take |
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| Inde Gyan ipsamque ingenti mole Chimaeram | the deep-sea course outside!” But while he spoke |
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| consequitur; cedit, quoniam spoliata magistro est. | Menoetes, dreading unknown rocks below |
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| Solus iamque ipso superest in fine Cloanthus: | veered off to open sea. “Why steer so wide? |
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| quem petit, et summis adnixus viribus urguet. | Round to the rock, Menoetes!” Gyas roared, — |
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| Tum vero ingeminat clamor, cunctique sequentem | again in vain, for looking back he saw |
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| instigant studiis, resonatque fragoribus aether. | cloanthus hard astern, and ever nearer |
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| Hi proprium decus et partum indignantur honorem | who, in a trice, betwixt the booming reef |
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| ni teneant, vitamque volunt pro laude pacisci; | and Gyas' galley, lightly forward thrust |
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| hos successus alit: possunt, quia posse videntur. | the beak of Scylla to the inside course |
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| Et fors aequatis cepissent praemia rostris | and, quickly taking lead, flew past the goal |
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| ni palmas ponto tendens utrasque Cloanthus | to the smooth seas beyond. Then wrathful grief |
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| fudissetque preces, divosque in vota vocasset: | flamed in the warrior's heart, nor was his cheek |
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| Di, quibus imperium est pelagi, quorum aequora curro | unwet with tears; and, reckless utterly |
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| vobis laetus ego hoc candentem in litore taurum | of his own honor and his comrades, lives |
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| constituam ante aras, voti reus, extaque salsos | he hurled poor, slack Menoetes from the poop |
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| porriciam in fluctus et vina liquentia fundam. | headlong upon the waters, while himself |
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| Dixit, eumque imis sub fluctibus audiit omnis | pilot and master both, the helm assuming |
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| Nereidum Phorcique chorus Panopeaque virgo | urged on his crew, and landward took his way. |
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| et pater ipse manu magna Portunus euntem | But now, with heavy limbs that hardly won |
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| impulit; illa Noto citius volucrique sagitta | his rescue from the deep, engulfing wave |
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| ad terram fugit, et portu se condidit alto. | up the rude rock graybeard Menoetes climbed |
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| Tum satus Anchisa, cunctis ex more vocatis | with garment dripping wet, and there dropped down |
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| victorem magna praeconis voce Cloanthum | upon the cliff's dry top. With laughter loud |
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| declarat viridique advelat tempora lauro | the Trojan crews had watched him plunging, swimming |
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| muneraque in naves ternos optare iuvencos | and now to see his drink of bitter brine |
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| Ipsis praecipuos ductoribus addit honores: | But Mnestheus and Sergestus, coming last |
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| victori chlamydem auratam, quam plurima circum | have joyful hope enkindled in each heart |
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| purpura maeandro duplici Meliboea cucurrit | to pass the laggard Gyas. In the lead |
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| intextusque puer frondosa regius Ida | Sergestus' ship shoots forth; and to the rock |
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| veloces iaculo cervos cursuque fatigat | runs boldly nigh; but not his whole long keel |
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| acer, anhelanti similis, quem praepes ab Ida | may pass his rival; the projecting beak |
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| sublimem pedibus rapuit Iovis armiger uncis; | is followed fast by Pristis' emulous prow. |
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| longaevi palmas nequiquam ad sidera tendunt | Then, striding straight amidships through his crew |
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| custodes, saevitque canum latratus in auras. | thus Mnestheus urged them on: “O Hector's friends! |
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| At qui deinde locum tenuit virtute secundum | Whom in the dying hours of Troy I chose |
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| levibus huic hamis consertam auroque trilicem | for followers! Now stand ye to your best! |
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| loricam, quam Demoleo detraxerat ipse | Put forth the thews of valor that ye showed |
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| victor apud rapidum Simoënta sub Ilio alto | in the Gaetulian Syrtes, or that sea |
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| donat habere viro, decus et tutamen in armis. | Ionian, or where the waves race by |
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| Vix illam famuli Phegeus Sagarisque ferebant | the Malean promontory! Mnestheus now |
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| multiplicem, conixi umeris; indutus at olim | hopes not to be the first, nor do I strive |
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| Demoleos cursu palantes Troas agebat. | for victory. O Father Neptune, give |
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| Tertia dona facit geminos ex aere lebetas | that garland where thou wilt! But O, the shame |
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| cymbiaque argento perfecta atque aspera signis. | if we are last! Endure it not, my men! |
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| Iamque adeo donati omnes opibusque superbi | The infamy refuse!” So, bending low |
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| puniceis ibant evincti tempora taenis | they enter the home-stretch. Beneath their stroke |
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| cum saevo e scopulo multa vix arte revolsus | the brass-decked galley throbs, and under her |
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| amissis remis atque ordine debilis uno | the sea-floor drops away. On, on they fly! |
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| inrisam sine honore ratem Sergestus agebat. | Parched are the panting lips, and sweat in streams |
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| Qualis saepe viae deprensus in aggere serpens | pours down their giant sides; but lucky chance |
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| aerea quem obliquum rota transiit, aut gravis ictu | brought the proud heroes what their honor craved. |
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| seminecem liquit saxo lacerumque viator; | For while Sergestus furiously drove |
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| nequiquam longos fugiens dat corpore tortus | his ship's beak toward the rock, and kept inside |
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| parte ferox, ardensque oculis, et sibila colla | the scanty passage, by his evil star |
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| arduus attollens, pars volnere clauda retentat | he grounded on the jutting reef; the cliffs |
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| nexantem nodis seque in sua membra plicantem: | rang with the blow, and his entangled oars |
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| tali remigio navis se tarda movebat; | grated along the jagged granite, while |
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| vela facit tamen, et velis subit ostia plenis. | the prow hung wrecked and helpless. With loud cry |
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| Sergestum Aeneas promisso munere donat | upsprang the sailors, while the ship stood still |
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| servatam ob navem laetus sociosque reductos. | and pushed off with long poles and pointed iron |
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| Olli serva datur, operum haud ignara Minervae | or snatched the smashed oars from the whirling tide. |
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| Cressa genus, Pholoë, geminique sub ubere nati. | Mnestheus exults; and, roused to keener strife |
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| Hoc pius Aeneas misso certamine tendit | by happy fortune, with a quicker stroke |
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| gramineum in campum, quem collibus undique curvis | of each bright rank of oars, and with the breeze |
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| cingebant silvae, mediaque in valle theatri | his prayer implored, skims o'er the obedient wave |
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| circus erat; quo se multis cum milibus heros | and sweeps the level main. Not otherwise |
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| consessu medium tulit exstructoque resedit. | a startled dove, emerging o'er the fields |
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| Hic, qui forte velint rapido contendere cursu | from secret cavern in the crannied hill |
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| Dardanidae magni, genus alto a sanguine divom | the entering ships, and knowing them for friends |
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| annuus exactis completur mensibus orbis | good King Acestes ran to bid them hail. |
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| ex quo reliquias divinique ossa parentis | Garbed in rough pelt of Libyan bear was he |
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| Condidimus terra maestasque sacravimus aras. | and javelins he bore, in sylvan guise: |
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| Iamque dies, nisi fallor, adest, quem semper acerbum | for him the river-god Crimisus sired |
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| semper honoratum—sic di voluistis—habebo. | of Trojan wife. Remembering in his heart |
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| Hunc ego Gaetulis agerem si Syrtibus exsul | his ancient blood, he greeted with glad words |
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| Argolicove mari deprensus et urbe Mycenae; | the wanderers returned; bade welcome to |
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| annua vota tamen sollemnisque ordine pompas | his rude abundance, and with friendly gifts |
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| exsequerer, strueremque suis altaria donis. | their weariness consoled. The morrow morn |
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| Nunc ultro ad cineres ipsius et ossa parentis | oon as the new beams of a golden day |
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| haud equidem sine mente, reor, sine numine divom | had banished every star, Aeneas called |
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| adsumus et portus delati intramus amicos. | a council of his followers on the shore |
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| Ergo agite, et laetum cuncti celebremus honorem; | and from a fair green hillock gave this word: |
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| poscamus ventos; atque haec me sacra quotannis | “Proud sons of Dardanus, whose lofty line |
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| urbe velit posita templis sibi ferre dicatis. | none but the gods began! This day fulfils |
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| Bina boum vobis Troia generatus Acestes | the annual cycle of revolving time |
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| dat numero capita in naves; adhibete Penates | ince the dear relics of my god-like sire |
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| et patrios epulis et quos colit hospes Acestes. | to earth we gave, and with dark offerings due |
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| Praeterea, si nona diem mortalibus almum | built altars sorrowful. If now I err not |
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| Aurora extulerit radiisque retexerit orbem | this is my day—ye gods have willed it so! — |
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| prima citae Teucris ponam certamina classis; | for mourning and for praise. Should it befall |
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| quique pedum cursu valet, et qui viribus audax | me exiled in Gaetulia's wilderness |
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| aut iaculo incedit melior levibusque sagittis | or sailing some Greek sea, or at the walls |
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| seu crudo fidit pugnam committere caestu | of dire Mycenae, still would I renew |
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| cuncti adsint, meritaeque exspectent praemia palmae. | unfailing vows, and make solemnity |
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| Ore favete omnes, et cingite tempora ramis. | with thankful rites, and worshipful array |
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| Sic fatus, velat materna tempora myrto; | at altars rich with gifts. But, lo, we come |
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| hoc Elymus facit, hoc aevi maturus Acestes | beyond all hope, where lie the very bones |
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| hoc puer Ascanius, sequitur quos cetera pubes. | of my great sire. Nor did it come to pass |
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| Ille e concilio multis cum milibus ibat | without divine intent and heavenly power |
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| ad tumulum, magna medius comitante caterva. | that on these hospitable shores we stand. |
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| Hic duo rite mero libans carchesia Baccho | Up, then! For we will make a festal day |
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| fundit humi, duo lacte novo, duo sanguine sacro | imploring lucky winds! O, may his spirit |
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| purpureosque iacit flores, ac talia fatur: | grant me to build my city, where his shrines |
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| Salve, sancte parens: iterum salvete, recepti | forever shall receive perpetual vows |
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| nequiquam cineres, animaeque umbraeque paternae. | made in his name! This prince of Trojan line |
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| Non licuit fines Italos fataliaque arva | Acestes, upon every ship bestows |
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| nec tecum Ausonium (quicumque est) quaerere Thybrim. | a pair of oxen. To our offerings call |
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| Dixerat haec, adytis cum lubricus anguis ab imis | the powers that bless the altars and the fires |
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| septem ingens gyros, septena volumina traxit | of our ancestral hearth; and join with these |
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| amplexus placide tumulum lapsusque per aras | the gods of good Acestes. Presently |
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| caeruleae cui terga notae, maculosus et auro | when the ninth dawn shall bring its beam benign |
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| squamam incendebat fulgor, ceu nubibus arcus | to mortal men, and show the radiant world |
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| mille iacit varios adverso sole colores. | or all my Teucrian people I ordain |
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| Obstipuit visu Aeneas. Ille agmine longo | a holiday of games; the flying ships |
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| tandem inter pateras et levia pocula serpens | hall first contend; then swiftest runners try |
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| libavitque dapes, rursusque innoxius imo | a foot-race; after that the champions bold |
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| successit tumulo, et depasta altaria liquit. | who step forth for a cast of javelins |
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| Hoc magis inceptos genitori instaurat honores | or boast the soaring arrow; or fear not |
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| incertus, geniumne loci famulumne parentis | the boxing-bout, with gauntlet of thick thongs. |
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| esse putet: caedit binas de more bidentes | This summons is for all; let all have hope |
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| totque sues, totidem nigrantis terga iuvencos; | to earn some noble palm! And from this hour |
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| vinaque fundebat pateris, animamque vocabat | peak but well-boding words, and bind your brows |
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| Anchisae magni Manisque Acheronte remissos. | with garlands green.” So saying, he twined a wreath |
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