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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book X Chapter 13: Tarchon | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
Aeneas straightway from his lofty ships lets down his troop by bridges. Some await the ebbing of slack seas, and boldly leap into the shallows; others ply the oar. Tarchon a beach discovers, where the sands sing not, nor waves with broken murmur fall, but full and silent swells the gentle sea. Steering in haste that way, he called his crews: Now bend to your stout oars, my chosen brave. Lift each ship forward, till her beak shall cleave yon hostile shore; and let her keel's full weight the furrow drive. I care not if we break our ship's side in so sure an anchorage, if once we land. While Tarchon urged them thus, the crews bent all together to their blades and sped their foaming barks to Latium's plain, till each beak gripped the sand and every keel lay on dry land unscathed: -- all save thine own, O Tarchon! dashed upon a sand-bar, she! Long poised upon the cruel ridge she hung, tilted this way or that and beat the waves, then split, and emptied forth upon the tide her warriors; and now the drifting wreck of shattered oars and thwarts entangles them, or ebb of swirling waters sucks them down. |
287-307 Interea Aeneas socios de puppibus altis pontibus exponit. multi seruare recursus languentis pelagi et breuibus se credere saltu, per remos alii. speculatus litora Tarchon, qua uada non sperat nec fracta remurmurat unda, sed mare inoffensum crescenti adlabitur aestu, aduertit subito proras sociosque precatur: 'nunc, o lecta manus, ualidis incumbite remis; tollite, ferte rates, inimicam findite rostris hanc terram, sulcumque sibi premat ipsa carina. frangere nec tali puppim statione recuso arrepta tellure semel.' quae talia postquam effatus Tarchon, socii consurgere tonsis spumantisque rates aruis inferre Latinis, donec rostra tenent siccum et sedere carinae omnes innocuae. sed non puppis tua, Tarchon: namque inflicta uadis, dorso dum pendet iniquo anceps sustentata diu fluctusque fatigat, soluitur atque uiros mediis exponit in undis, fragmina remorum quos et fluitantia transtra impediunt retrahitque pedes simul unda relabens. |