The Aeneid of Virgil

The Aeneid of Virgil


Language: English

Pages: 423

ISBN: 0520254155

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

This deluxe edition of Virgil's epic poems, recounting the wanderings of Aeneas and his companions after the fall of Troy, contains an introduction by Allen Mandelbaum and fourteen powerful renderings created by Barry Moser to illustrate this volume.













shoreward side by side; their breasts erect among the waves, their blood-red crests are higher than the breakers. And behind, the rest of them skims on along the sea; their mighty backs are curved in folds. The foaming salt surge is roaring. Now they reach the fields. Their eyes are drenched with blood and fire—they burn. They lick their hissing jaws with quivering tongues. We scatter at the sight, our blood is gone. They strike a straight line toward Laocoön. At first each snake entwines the tiny

burst across resisting banks and boundaries and overflows, its angry flood piling in a mass along the plains as it drags flocks and folds across the fields. And I myself saw Neoptolemus, insane with blood, and both of Atreus’ sons upon the threshold. I saw Hecuba together with her hundred daughters, and among the altars I could see King Priam, polluting with his blood the fires he [473-502] 635 640 645 650 655 660 665 670 [502-532] BOOK II 45 himself had hallowed. And the fifty bridal

many crises, meet so many trials? Can such resentment hold the minds of gods? There was an ancient city they called Carthage— a colony of refugees from Tyre— a city facing Italy, but far 5 10 15 20 2 THE AENEID away from Tiber’s mouth: extremely rich and, when it came to waging war, most fierce. This land was Juno’s favorite—it is said— more dear than her own Samos; here she kept her chariot and armor; even then the goddess had this hope and tender plan: for Carthage to become the capital

streams of water cannot help. [653-684] 865 870 875 880 885 890 895 900 [685-717] BOOK V When he saw this, pious Aeneas tore the mantle from his shoulders; stretching out his hands, he called upon the gods for help: “All-able Jupiter, if you do not detest the Trojans down to their last man, if your old kindness still has care for human trials, Father, let this fleet escape the flames and snatch away the Teucrians’ thin fortunes from ruin; or, if I deserve it, let your hating

chance you have seen one of my sisters pass—she wore a quiver and a spotted lynx’s hide— while she was wandering here or, with her shouts, chasing a foaming boar along its course?” So Venus. Answering, her son began: “I have not seen or heard your sister, maiden— or by what name am I to call you, for your voice is not like any human voice. O goddess, you must be Apollo’s sister or else are to be numbered with the nymphs! Whoever you may be, do help us, ease our trials; do tell us underneath what

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