Virgil. the First (Last) Six Books of the Aeneid; Literally Tr. Into Engl. Prose, by H. Owgan (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: VIRGIL'S .ENEID. BOOK VII. 1. Thy death, too, Cajeta, nurse of -flSneas, hath lent our shores undying fame; and still thy memory occupies its home, and thy name points to thy bones in great Hesperia, whatever distinction that is. But the gentle Eneas, the obsequies duly executed, the barrow of the tomb built high, where the deep sea was hushed, pursues his voyage under sail and clears the port. The night breezes blow fair, nor does the silvery moon oppose their way: the sea flashes in the quivering light. The near shores of Circe's land are cruised along, where the Sun's gorgeous daughter, with ceaseless song, wakes the echoes of the pathless groves, and in her stately palace burns scented cedar for a midnight blaze, crossing the slender web with whirring shuttle. Hence are heard the lions' angry roar, chafing in their chains and growling at dead of night; bristly boars and bears in their dens raging; and wolves of monstrous size howling; whom the dread goddess had changed from human form to shapes and bodies of wild beasts; which transformations, lest the heaven-guarded Trojans might suffer if wafted into port; and that they may not approach the perilous shore, Neptune bent their sails with favouring winds, and gave them speed, and bore them past the boiling surf. And now the sea was tinged with light, and from high ether the yellow Dawn shone on her rosy car, when the winds fell, and every blast died suddenly away, and the oars strain upon the moveless water. And here Eneas descries from the sea a lofty grove: through this the Tiber, with his genial stream, his headlong eddies, and deep yellow sand, rushes to the deep. Around and above, the various birds, that haunt the river's banks and stream, charmed the air with music and fluttered through the grove. He bids his cre...