hurling fire and fitting arrows to the bow. Ligurian leader, or you with your small company, Cupavo, on whose crest the swan plumes rose, a sign of your father’s. swearing it by the waters of his Stygian brother, by the banks that seethe with pitch, and the black chasm. Did I give him weapons, or foment a war because of his lust? Aulestes ploughed on weightily, lashing the waves as he surged. Fortune favours the brave.’, So he spoke, and asked himself whom to lead in attack. to such a nature, worthy of these glorious deeds of yours? Mezentius’s curved shield of triple-bronze, through linen, and the interwoven layers of three bull’s hides, and lodged. in arms, and dissolve their alliance, through treachery? Consider the story as Virgil sets it up from the get-go (1.12–22, in Fred’s translation. He spoke, and rushed into the midst of the close-packed enemy. had commanded to be goddesses of the sea. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. He had barely reached the prow. The swift phantom, of fleeing Aeneas sank into it to hide, and Turnus followed, no less swiftly, conquering all obstacles and leapt, up the high gangway. in return, and grazed great Achates’s thigh. Then Jupiter the father spoke to Hercules, his son, with kindly words: ‘Every man has his day, the course, of life is brief and cannot be recalled: but virtue’s task, is this, to increase fame by deeds. of his fathers, the Laurentine shore holds the unknown Mimas. eased his neck, his flowing beard streaming over his chest. and their light was shrouded in eternal night. he struck his head to the ground and, rolling the warm trunk over. was treading mid-heaven with her nocturnal team: Aeneas (since care allowed his limbs no rest) sat there. with forests of reeds, is driven from the high hills. his weapons on his shoulders, a trophy for you, King Gradivus. Venus’s special care, his handsome head uncovered, sparkling like a jewel set in yellow gold. Aeneas is absent, unaware of this. Aeneas met him and drove him, over the plain, then, standing over the fallen man, killed him and cloaked, him in mighty darkness: Serestus collected and carried off. Title Page Book I Book II Book III Book IV Book V Book VI Book VII Book VIII Book IX Book X Book XI Book XII ‘Unhappy child, what can loyal Aeneas grant. with your beaks, let the keel itself plough a furrow. the plague of war, fleeing through the heart of Argive flames. Here, Pallas pressed and urged. As warring winds, equal in force, and purpose, rise to do battle in the vast heavens. to leave the camp, and trust his life to the winds? Then looking up to the arching heavens he briefly prayed: ‘Kind Cybele, Mother of the gods, to whom Dindymus. of Corythus, an exile, his marriage ceremony left incomplete. AENEID. © Copyright 2000-2020 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. suffering the force and threat of sky and sea. Troy’s victory, does not rest with me: one life will not make that much difference.’, Aeneas replied to him in this way: ‘Keep those many talents. If it’s shameful that the Italians surround new-born Troy. of Maeon’s shield, smashing breastplate and breast in one go. But if they’ve followed the oracles of powers above and below. So he launched himself quickly into the fray. turning in every direction, grinding its jaws, and shaking the spears from its hide: so none of those, who were rightly angered with Mezentius had the courage, to meet him with naked sword, but provoked him. I know that my people’s. not their own right hands, so ready for war, nor their fierce spirits, tolerant of danger.’, Juno spoke submissively to him: ‘O loveliest of husbands, why do you trouble me, who am ill, and fearful of your. See, Aeneas hurled his javelin as Pharus uttered. both hands to heaven, clinging to the body: ‘My son, did such delight in living possess me. Arms and the man I sing, who first from the coasts of Troy, exiled by fate, came to Italy and Lavine shores; much buffeted on sea and land by violence from above, through cruel Juno’s unforgiving wrath, and much enduring in war also, till he should build a city and bring his gods to Latium; whence came the Latin race, the lords of Alba, 1 and the lofty walls of Rome. rim of his bright shield, then pierced the left thigh: thrown from the chariot he rolled on the ground in death: while noble Aeneas spoke bitter words to him: ‘Lucagus, it was not the flight of your horses in fear that betrayed. Download for offline reading, highlight, bookmark or take notes while you read The Aeneid: Interlinear Translation, Books 1-6. And when Anchises’s son saw the look on his dying face. Now let it alone, and construct a treaty, gladly, as agreed.’. Nor did Hisbo surprise him from above, hopeful though he was. began (the noble hall of the gods fell silent as he spoke. Then the all-powerful father, who has prime authority over things. The gates of heav'n unfold: Jove summons all / The gods to council in the common hall. She spoke, and, knowing how, with her right hand, thrust the high stern on, as she left: it sped through the waves. since he had launched his solid spear at Ilus from far off, which Rhoetus received, as he fled from you, noble Teuthras, and your brother Tyres, and rolling from the chariot. with flames, and Turnus make a stand on his native soil. adorning neck or forehead, gleaming like ivory. as many as the bronze prows that once lay by the shore. dragged round the huge thicket of spears fixed in his bronze shield. Look, the ocean closes us in with a vast barrier of water, there’s no land left to flee to: shall we seek the seas or Troy?’. Now, goddesses, throw Helicon wide open: begin your song. with me, or die with me, if no power opens that road to us: I don’t think that you, the bravest of creatures, will deign, to suffer a stranger’s orders or a Trojan master.’. Mezentius stood there unafraid. deep in his heart, and wept tears in vain. An illustration of an open book. they threw: some glanced idly from helmet and shield, some gentle Venus deflected, so they only grazed. and standing over him, cried: ‘Where is fierce Mezentius, now, and the savage force of that spirit?’ The Tuscan replied, as, lifting. Now daylight had vanished from the sky and kindly Phoebe. Strymonius’s right hand, raised towards his throat, with his shining sword, and smashed Thoas in the face. The time will come for Turnus when he’d prefer to have bought, an untouched Pallas at great price, and will hate those spoils, and the day. advanced like a whirlwind over the field. and the divinities led him to the threshold, among them. turned towards shore, and the whole sea alive with ships. Lausus, seeing it, groaned heavily, for love of his father, and tears rolled down his cheeks –. All other rights reserved. he snatched at the sword-point, and checked him in delay: his friends followed with great clamour, and, with a shower, of spears, forced the enemy to keep his distance till the father. Up then, in the rising dawn, call your friends with an order, to arm, and take your invincible shield that the lord of fire. If the Trojans sought Italy without your consent, and despite. Edited, Annotated, and Compiled by Rhonda L. Kelley . it’s carved prow displayed a man’s form down to the waist, as it sailed on, its belly ending in a sea-creature’s, while. with a fierce look, and answered the ruler’s words with these: ‘I’ll soon be praised for taking rich spoils, or for a glorious death: my father is equal to either fate for me: away with your threats.’. by the Minio, ancient Pyrgi, unhealthy Graviscae. All information and material posted on this blog are copyrighted by the, and/or other individuals or entities. The animal reared, and lashed the air with its hooves. where the spine parts the ribs in two, with the spear he hurled. he looked back and raised clasped hands and voice to heaven: ‘All-powerful father, did you think me so worthy of punishment. He (like a vast cliff that juts out into the vast deep. Did I lead the Trojan adulterer to conquer Sparta? he had met the king, announced his name and race. Then the most handsome Astur by noble horses through the crowd, and, fortunate in war. Three hundred more (minded to follow as one) were added, by those with their home in Caere, the fields. Barred defences no longer protect the Trojans: rather they join battle within the gates, and on the rampart. ‘Take my words to heart and fix them there. Is this father of yours alive, through your death, saved by your wounds? Amazed, the Trojan son. in dying, drenching his shattered weapons with blood. Yet he derives his name from our line: Pilumnus, was his ancestor four generations back, and often weighted, your threshold with copious gifts from a lavish hand.’. to Evander’s spear. I freely give whatever honours lie in a tomb, whatever, solace there is in burial. Against our will we broke our bonds. Your great-hearted people saw you too Ismarus, dipping reed-shafts in venom, and aiming them, to wound, from a noble Lydian house, there where men, till rich fields, that the Pactolus waters with gold. Mantua rich in ancestors, but not all of one race: there were three races there, under each race four tribes. boulders, with bushes torn from the banks, far and wide, Pallas, seeing his Arcadians unused to charging in ranks, on foot turning to run from the pursuing Latins, because, the nature of the ground, churned by water, had persuaded them to leave. through the bronze joints, and the tunic scaled with gold. The purpose is to show how each sentence is constructed. Don’t desert your marriage pact: this hand of mine, will grant you the earth you looked for over the seas.’. Grim Abas was with him: whose ranks were all splendidly. Virgil's remaining years were spent in composing his great, not wholly finished, epic the Aeneid, on the traditional theme of Rome's origins through Aeneas of Troy. of this battle.’ His comrades shouted, taking up the joyful cry: Yet Orodes, dying, said: ‘Whoever you are, winner here. from Aeolia, or Iris sent down from the clouds? When, on leaving Evander and entering the Tuscan camp. on the same wedding night: the blood-drenched marriage chambers: that Clonus, son of Eurytus had richly chased in gold. Aeneas ran to him, plucking his sword from its sheath. on the plain contemplating battle, and rushing down. waiting for his great-hearted enemy, firm in his great bulk: and measuring with his eye what distance would suit his spear, saying: ‘Now let this right hand that is my god, and the weapon, I level to throw, aid me! The Arcadian Horse, mixed with brave Etruscans already hold, the positions commanded: while Turnus’s certain purpose. on a nearby branch, and his heavy armour lay peacefully on the grass. Vergil: Aeneid 10 Virgil With introduction translation, and commentary by S. J. Harrison. or inflict a hidden wound with a thrust of his spear: he ran to meet him on the way, and opposed him man to man. Ocnus, also, called up troops from his native shores. Urbs antÄ«qua fuit, TyriÄ« tenuēre colōnÄ«, Karthāgō, Ītaliam contrā TiberÄ«naque longē ōstia, dÄ«ves opum studiÄ«sque asperrima bellÄ«, quam IÅ«nō fertur terrÄ«s magis omnibus Å«nam 15 on his armour, a great man conquered by a mighty wound. caught at the stern with her right hand, lifted her length herself. Unaware of the truth, and ungrateful for his rescue. The mind prescient of evil, knew their sighs from far off. herself the head of the tribes, her strength from Tuscan blood. The gods in Jupiter’s halls pitied the useless anger of them both. Massicus cut the waters at their head, in the bronze-armoured Tiger, a band of a thousand warriors under him, leaving the walls. Book X: Arms and the Man Jove calls a meeting of the Gods to ask them why, if they had all agreed before that Aeneas would start the civilization that would one day be Rome, are all of them supporting and picking sides in a bloody battle between the Latins and the Trojans? shall bring its own suffering and success. As in summer, when a hoped-for wind has risen. arming the ships and riding over the seas. As every ploughman and farmer runs from the fields. Once his sword was hot, victorious Aeneas raged, over the whole plain, like Aegeaon, who had a hundred, arms and a hundred hands they say, and breathed fire, from fifty chests and mouths, when he clashed, with as many like shields of his and drew as many swords, against Jove’s lightning-bolts. but I will leave.’ So saying he raised himself weakly on his thigh, and, despite all, ordered his horse to be brought, though his strength. So many sons of gods, fell beneath the high walls of Troy, yes, and my own son. Fittingly, his posthumous book from The Aeneid may come to be recognised as his finest translation of all, as well as the one most personal. His son, Cupavo, drove on the mighty Centaur, following, the fleet, with troops of his own age: the figurehead towered, over the water, threatening from above to hurl a huge rock. were no help, nor their stout hands nor Melampus their father. and whom he could trust the siege of the walls. An Introductionby Elaine Fantham, and Ahl's comprehensive notes and invaluable indexed glossary complement the translation. when storm-clouds pour down streams of hail, and the passer by shelters in a safe corner, under a river. and the dying fingers twitched and clutched again at the sword. and roll out their secret humming, warning sailors of coming storms. did away with the courtesies of war, the moment he killed Pallas. he struck the Rutulian fields with his heels as he died. a vast flood of shame and madness merged with grief. not seeing that the wind was carrying away his glory. The tenth book of Vergil's Aeneid contains some of the poem's most dramatic war narrative and yet has been unjustly neglected by Vergilian scholars. and here I’ll not be silent, for my part, about your harsh death. From whom am I escaping? now about the stars, their path through the dark night. The Trojans on the walls raised a shout to the sky, new hope, freshened their fury, they hurled their spears, just as Strymonian, cranes under dark clouds, flying through the air, give noisy. He, drawing back his spear. Rather have pity on me, O winds: Drive the ship on the rocks, the reefs (I, Turnus, beg you, freely). This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Halaesus’s father, prescient of fate, had hidden him in the woods: but when, in white-haired old age, the father closed his eyes in death, the Fates laid their hands on Halaesus and doomed him. and the tunic of soft gold thread his mother had woven. So my father Anchises’s spirit thinks, so does Iulus.’, Saying this he held the helmet with his left hand and, bending. book 1 book 2 book 3 book 4 book 5 book 6 book 7 book 8 book 9 book 10 book 11 book 12. card: ... Aeneid. This is followed by an extensive commentary, which provides details about nearly every word and phrase in the book. and that such pain existed for mortal beings: here Venus gazed down, here, opposite, Saturnian Juno. and the shield’s gold boss spouted floods of fire: just as when comets glow, blood-red and ominous in the clear night, or when fiery Sirius, bringer of drought and plague. Hercules’s friend, while earth granted him heavy labours. Today you will either carry the head of Aeneas, and his blood-stained spoils, in victory, and avenge Lausus’s pain. Pisa ordered them to obey, city of Alphean foundation, set on Etruscan soil. Let those you wish to win prevail. And Virgil’s own treatment of Homer and Greek literature and the whole translation-orientated project of early Latin literature lend weight to such an approach. your divine will, let them expiate the sin: don’t grant them help. Morning comes and both armies march to the battlefield, not to fight but to accompany their leaders for the duel. My son, I have also tarnished your name by my crime. And see, in mid-course, a troop of his own friends, appeared: the nymphs, whom gracious Cybele. Will you never let the siege, be raised? We use cookies for social media and essential site functions. Read this book using Google Play Books app on your PC, android, iOS devices. the curving bay, and hurl himself again at the Trojan weapons. An illustration of two cells of a film strip. Houghton Mifflin Co. 1910. Then, as Turnus thought that Aeneas had retreated, and conceded, and in his confusion clung to this idle hope. Meanwhile the palace of all-powerful Olympus. His bronze helmet hung. He rode three times round his careful enemy, widdershins, throwing darts from his hand: three times the Trojan hero. in his mind, he cried: ‘Where are you off to, Aeneas? Book 2 40 - 56 There, before everyone, with a great crowd following, first 40 Laocoon, burning, runs down from the citadel, and, from afar [says], ‘O wretched citizens, what such great insanity [is this]? your decision, competing now, with such opposing wills? with fire and sword, and we have sought you over the waves. Seeking you, Turnus, you, proud of your fresh slaughter, he mowed down, his nearest enemies, with the sword, and fiercely drove a wide path, through the ranks with its blade. (10.297-300) Unhappy man, he fell to a wound meant for another. Then he captured, four youths alive, sons of Sulmo, and as many reared, by Ufens, to sacrifice to the shades of the dead, and sprinkle. Populonia, the mother-city, had given him six hundred, of her offspring, all expert in war, and the island of Ilva, rich. Haemon’s son, a priest of Apollo and Diana, was not far away, the band with its sacred ribbons circling his temples, and all, his robes and emblems shining white. We are mortals driven before a mortal foe: we have as many lives, as many hands as they do. He glided on. Pallas intercepted him first, and buried his sword in his swollen chest. from high heaven through the air, driving a storm before her, and wreathed in cloud, and sought the ranks of Ilium, and the Laurentine camp. firmly through the youth’s body, and buried it to the hilt: the point passed through his shield, too light for his threats. The Aeneid: Interlinear Translation, Books 1-6 - Ebook written by Virgil, Frederick Holland Dewey. Keep the weapons you delighted in: and if it is something you are. Lagus met him first, drawn there by a hostile fate. Book 10 Now daylight left the sky, and the mild moon, In mid-heaven, rode her night-wandering car, But duty would not give Aeneas rest: He held the tiller still, still shifted sail. A masterpiece from one of the greatest poets of the century. He killed Ladon, Pheres and Demodocus, struck off. controlling the helm himself, and tending the sails. Next he aimed a hostile spear at Magus from a distance: Magus moved in cleverly, and the spear flew over him, quivering. Pale Tisiphone raged among the warring thousands. What each has instigated. Fired by his rebuke and seeing his glorious deeds, a mixture. lead in pine warships through the sea by a figure, the River Mincius. But the long delay didn’t keep Turnus back: swiftly he moved. At last his child, Ascanius, and the men. No gods attack us. who gave you your walls, Mantua, and his mother’s name. and utter words of suffering to the world? relinquishing earth, and seeking the stars with song. trans. his head gleaming with bronze, bristling with its horsehair crest. Meanwhile Aeneas himself was challenging his missing enemy. But Halaesus, fierce in war. This book is a unique resource. that face pale with the wonderment of its ending. of iron, of bronze, all the overlapping bull’s-hide. Is it I? Then he struck Lichas, who had been cut from the womb, of his dead mother and consecrated to you, Phoebus: why. and live out inglorious years. with spear casts, and exasperating him with words. Ilus gained that much time and that much respite. Be awake: loose the sheets: make full sail. There great Aeneas sat and pondered the varying issues, of the war, and Pallas sticking close to his left side, asked him. and, snatching the ship, swept it over the waters. and, just as Aeneas’s right hand lifted to strike a blow. bank or an arch of high rock, while the rain falls to earth. his eyes to the sky, and gulping the air, he regained his thoughts: ‘Bitter enemy, why taunt, or threaten me in death? during the reign of the Emperor Augustus. Aeneas, joyful at the sight of the Tuscan blood, snatched the sword from his side, and pressed, his shaken enemy hotly. Pallas prays to Hercules, who watches from the heavens and groans that he can't help. was opened wide, and the father of the gods, and king of men, called a council in his starry house, from whose heights. Then the most handsome Astur. did you intend me to pay such a price? The tenth book of Vergil's Aeneid contains some of the poem's most dramatic war narrative and yet has been unjustly neglected by Vergilian scholars. THE AENEID by Virgil. that you see, nor Achille’s chariot, nor Phrygia’s plain: now you’ll be dealt an end to your war and life.’, Such were the words that flew far, from foolish, Liger’s lips. You can steal, Aeneas away from Greek hands and grant them fog and empty air. was waiting for them soon, at the hand of a greater opponent. There was, Mnestheus as well, whom yesterday’s glory, of beating. foot against foot, man pressed hard against man. armoured, his ship aglow with a gilded figure of Apollo. in the earth, nor weight your limbs with an ancestral tomb: you’ll be left for the carrion birds, or, sunk in the abyss, the flood will bear you, and hungry fish suck your wounds.’, Then he caught up with Antaeus, and Lucas, in Turnus’s. deep in the groin, but failed to drive home with force. O the great grief and glory in returning to your father: that day first gave you to warfare, the same day took you from it. Any reproduction, retransmission, republication, or other use of all or part of any material found on this blog is expressly prohibited, unless. while nevertheless you left behind vast heaps of Rutulian dead! When the Rutulians retired, then the youth, amazed at that proud, command, marvelled at Turnus, casting his eyes over, the mighty body, surveying all of him from the distance. Let me strip the blood-drenched armour from his dying limbs, and let Turnus’s failing sight meet its conqueror.’, Hercules heard the youth, and stifled a heavy sigh. But in another place, where a torrent had rolled and scattered. Sarpedon among them: fate calls even for Turnus, and he too has reached the end of the years granted to him.’. their foam-wet ships onto the Latin fields, till the rams gained dry ground and all the hulls. Pisa ordered them to obey, city of Alphean foundation, set on Etruscan soil. Then, you should have feared for your own: now, too late, you raise complaints without justice, and provoke useless quarrels.’, So Juno argued, and all the divinities of heaven murmured, their diverse opinions, as when rising gales murmur in the woods. he walked: like shapes that flit, they say, after death. broke and pitched her crew into the water, broken oars and floating benches obstructed them. Although the Highland Park AP Latin Blog may include links to other Internet sites, the Highland Park AP Latin Blog takes no responsibility for the content or information contained on those other sites, nor does it exert any editorial or other control over those other sites. the horses’ reins, fierce Lucagus waving his naked sword. ‘Now, O chosen band, bend to your sturdy oars: lift, drive your boats, split this enemy shore. On the Trojan side, Aeneas accepts Turnus 's challenge, and comforts his friends and Ascanius by talking about fate. granting that we became goddesses, spending life under the waves. whatever luck each has today, whatever hopes they pursue. Die and don’t let brother desert brother.’. by the unequal conflict, he thought hard, and finally broke free. What goddess, what harsh powers of mine drove him. He spoke, then, mounting, disposed his limbs as usual. It chanced that the ship, in which King Osinius sailed. I would not forget you, Cunerus, in war the bravest. with sharp steel, long levelled at Pallas, saying: ‘See if this weapon of mine isn’t of greater sharpness.’, The spear-head, with a quivering blow, tore through, the centre of his shield, passed through all the layers. to slaughter the men, and circle the walls with flames. may include links to other Internet sites, the Highland Park AP Latin Blog takes no responsibility for the content or information contained on those other sites, nor does it exert any editorial or other control over those other sites. all their hatred, and showers of missiles, on him alone. to the stroke of a hundred oars: the waters foamed as the surface churned. and the lifeless arm hung by the shoulder tendons. We must hack a way through, the enemy with our swords. instead of a man, and turn their fleet of ships into as many nymphs: is it wrong then for me to have given some help to the Rutulians? Paphos, Idalium, and high Cythera are yours? Aeneas raged, but kept himself under cover. Since Italians and Trojans are not allowed to join. Making the text accessible to … Aeneas, yes, may be tossed on unknown seas, and go, wherever Fortune grants a road: but let me have the power.
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