The Æneid of Virgil translated into English proseVirgil
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The Æneid of Virgil translated into English prose
Virgil
Aeneas (Legendary character); Epic poetry, Latin -- Translations into English; Legends -- Rome
’twixt corslet and helm, where the sitter’s neck is seen 25
gleaming, and the shield is hanging from the left arm:
Orsilochus, as she pretends to fly and wheels round in a
mighty ring, she baffles by ever circling inwards, and chases
him that chases her: at last, rising to the stroke, she brings
down on the wretch again and again, spite of all his prayers, 30
her massy battle-axe that rives armour and bone: the
brain spouts over the face through the ghastly wound.
Now there stumbles upon her, and pauses in terror at the
sudden apparition, the warrior son of Aunus, dweller on
the Apennine, not the meanest of Liguria’s children while 35
Fate prospered his trickery. He, when he sees no speed
of flight can escape the combat, or avoid the onset of the
dreadful queen, essaying to gain his base end by policy
and stratagem, thus begins: “What great glory is it
after all, if you, a woman, trust your mettled steed? Put
away the chance of flight, and dare to meet me hand to
hand on equal ground, and gird you for battle on foot:
soon shall you see which of us gains honour from this 5
windy boasting.” He said: but she, all on fire, stung with
bitter grief, gives her horse to her comrade, and stands
ready to meet him in arms, fearless though on foot, with
naked sword and maiden shield. But the youth, deeming
that his wiles had sped, darts away without more ado, 10
and turning his bridle, rides off in flight, and wearies his
beast with the strokes of his iron heel. “False Ligurian,
vainly puffed up with overweening fancies, to no end have
you tried your sire’s slippery craft, nor shall your lying
bring you safe to Aunus the liar.” So cries the maiden, 15
and with lightning-like pace crosses at full speed the horse’s
path, and seizing the reins, fronts and encounters him,
and gluts her vengeance with his hated blood: easily as a
hawk, the bird of augury, darting from a lofty rock, comes
up with a dove high in the clouds, holds her in his gripe, 20
and with crooked talons tears out her heart, while gore and
plucked feathers come tumbling from the sky.
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