The Aeneid. Публий Марон Вергилий

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СКАЧАТЬ with ready trident stands,

      And opes the deep, and spreads the moving sands;

      Then heaves them off the shoals. Where’er he guides

      His finny coursers and in triumph rides,

      The waves unruffle and the sea subsides.

      As, when in tumults rise th’ ignoble crowd,

      Mad are their motions, and their tongues are loud;

      And stones and brands in rattling volleys fly,

      And all the rustic arms that fury can supply:

      If then some grave and pious man appear,

      They hush their noise, and lend a list’ning ear;

      He soothes with sober words their angry mood,

      And quenches their innate desire of blood:

      So, when the Father of the Flood appears,

      And o’er the seas his sov’reign trident rears,

      Their fury falls: he skims the liquid plains,

      High on his chariot, and, with loosen’d reins,

      Majestic moves along, and awful peace maintains.

      The weary Trojans ply their shatter’d oars

      To nearest land, and make the Libyan shores.

      Within a long recess there lies a bay:

      An island shades it from the rolling sea,

      And forms a port secure for ships to ride;

      Broke by the jutting land, on either side,

      In double streams the briny waters glide.

      Betwixt two rows of rocks a sylvan scene

      Appears above, and groves for ever green:

      A grot is form’d beneath, with mossy seats,

      To rest the Nereids, and exclude the heats.

      Down thro’ the crannies of the living walls

      The crystal streams descend in murm’ring falls:

      No haulsers need to bind the vessels here,

      Nor bearded anchors; for no storms they fear.

      Sev’n ships within this happy harbor meet,

      The thin remainders of the scatter’d fleet.

      The Trojans, worn with toils, and spent with woes,

      Leap on the welcome land, and seek their wish’d repose.

      First, good Achates, with repeated strokes

      Of clashing flints, their hidden fire provokes:

      Short flame succeeds; a bed of wither’d leaves

      The dying sparkles in their fall receives:

      Caught into life, in fiery fumes they rise,

      And, fed with stronger food, invade the skies.

      The Trojans, dropping wet, or stand around

      The cheerful blaze, or lie along the ground:

      Some dry their corn, infected with the brine,

      Then grind with marbles, and prepare to dine.

      Aeneas climbs the mountain’s airy brow,

      And takes a prospect of the seas below,

      If Capys thence, or Antheus he could spy,

      Or see the streamers of Caicus fly.

      No vessels were in view; but, on the plain,

      Three beamy stags command a lordly train

      Of branching heads: the more ignoble throng

      Attend their stately steps, and slowly graze along.

      He stood; and, while secure they fed below,

      He took the quiver and the trusty bow

      Achates us’d to bear: the leaders first

      He laid along, and then the vulgar pierc’d;

      Nor ceas’d his arrows, till the shady plain

      Sev’n mighty bodies with their blood distain.

      For the sev’n ships he made an equal share,

      And to the port return’d, triumphant from the war.

      The jars of gen’rous wine (Acestes’ gift,

      When his Trinacrian shores the navy left)

      He set abroach, and for the feast prepar’d,

      In equal portions with the ven’son shar’d.

      Thus while he dealt it round, the pious chief

      With cheerful words allay’d the common grief:

      “Endure, and conquer! Jove will soon dispose

      To future good our past and present woes.

      With me, the rocks of Scylla you have tried;

      Th’ inhuman Cyclops and his den defied.

      What greater ills hereafter can you bear?

      Resume your courage and dismiss your care,

      An hour will come, with pleasure to relate

      Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.

      Thro’ various hazards and events, we move

      To Latium and the realms foredoom’d by Jove.

      Call’d to the seat (the promise of the skies)

      Where Trojan kingdoms once again may rise,

      Endure the hardships of your present state;

      Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate.”

      These words he spoke, but spoke not from his heart;

      His outward smiles conceal’d his inward smart.

      The jolly crew, unmindful of the past,

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