The Æneid of Virgil: books i-ii, tr. into Engl. verse in the Spencerian stanza by E.F. Taylor |
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Achates Achilles Æneas Æneid altar amain Androgeus Argive arms Ascanius behold blood brave breast burning Calchas citadel cloud comrades Conington couplet crest Creüsa cries Danaans Dardan death deep Dido dire divine doth dreadful Dryden earth ENEID eyes fain fair fame fane fate father's fear fierce fight fire flames gates gifts goddess gods gore Greeks groaning hand haply haste hate hath heart Heaven Hector heroic couplets hexameter huge Ilion Ilioneus Jove Juno Juno's labour Laocoön Latian Latium Libyan light maid metre night o'er Pelasgian plain Priam Pyrrhus queen reign rhyme roar rolling round ruin shield ships shore shrine sight sire Sorrow spake spear Spenser Spenserian stanza Spenserian verse steeds stood suit addressed swift swords thee Thence thine thou throne tower town translation trembling Trojan Troy Troy's Tyrian Ulysses Venus Virgil Virgilian wall wander wave winds Wrapt wrath yore young Iulus youth
Popular passages
Page 71 - Thus spoke Ilioneus: the Trojan crew With cries and clamours his request renew. The modest queen a while, with downcast eyes, Ponder'd the speech, then briefly thus replies— ' Trojans! dismiss your fears: my cruel fate, And doubts attending an unsettled state, Force me to guard my coast from foreign foes. Who has not heard the story of your woes, The name and fortune of your native place, The fame and valour of the Phrygian race? We Tyrians are not so devoid of sense, Nor so remote from Phoebus
Page 73 - Mov'd that the ramparts might be broken down, To lodge the monster fabric in the town. But Capys, and the rest of sounder mind, The fatal present to the flames designed, Or to the wat'ry deep; at least to bore The hollow sides, and hidden frauds explore.
Page 73 - About the captive, tides of Trojans flow; All press to see, and some insult the foe. Now hear how well the Greeks their wiles disguis'd; Behold a nation in a man compris'd.
Page 69 - Yet she had heard an ancient rumour fly, (Long cited by the people of the sky) That times to come should see the Trojan race Her Carthage ruin, and her tow'rs deface: Nor thus confin'd, the yoke of sov'reign sway, Should on the necks of all the nations lay.
Page 71 - Cloanthus strong, And at their backs a mighty Trojan throng, Whom late the tempest on the billows tossed, And widely scattered on another coast. The prince, unseen, surprised with wonder stands, And longs, with joyful haste, to join their hands: But, doubtful of the wished event, he stays, And from the hollow cloud his friends surveys, Impatient till they told their present state, And where they left their ships, and what their fate, And why they came, and what was their request; For these were sent...
Page 74 - Shortly she came whereas that woeful squire, With blood deformed, lay in deadly swound ; In whose fair eyes, like lamps of quenched fire, The crystal humour stood congealed round ; His locks, like faded leaves, fallen to ground, Knotted with blood, in bunches rudely ran...
Page 72 - ... prepares : That Cupid should assume the shape and face Of sweet Ascanius, and the sprightly grace ; Should bring the presents, in her nephew's stead. And in Eliza's veins the gentle poison shed : For much she feared the Tyrians, double-tongued : And knew the town to Juno's care belonged. These thoughts by night her golden slumbers broke ; And thus, alarmed, to winged Love she spoke...
Page 44 - Twas now the time when on tired mortals crept First slumber, sweetest that celestials pour. Methought I saw poor Hector, as I slept, All bathed in tears and black with dust and gore, Dragged by the chariot and his swol'n feet sore With piercing thongs. Ah me ! how sad to view, How changed from him, that Hector, whom of yore Returning with Achilles...
Page 75 - ... ground, Their scattered ranks we breathless lay, And Fortune crowns our first essay. Flushed with wild joy, Coroebus cries, ' See Fortune, beckoning from the skies ! When she to safety. points the way, What can we better than obey? Come, change we bucklers, and advance Each with a Grecian cognizance. Who questions, when with foes we deal, If craft or courage guides the steel? Themselves shall give us arms to wield.
Page 75 - Trojans' hate Made frantic by their city's fate, Nor dreading less the Danaan sword, The vengeance of her injured lord. — She, Troy's and Argos' common fiend, Sat cowering, by the altar screened. My blood was fired : fierce passion woke To quit Troy's fall by one sure stroke.