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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book II Chapter 33: Flight of Aeneas | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
The night had passed, and to my friends once more I made my way, much wondering to find a mighty multitude assembled there of friends new-come, -- matrons and men-at-arms, and youth for exile bound, -- a doleful throng. From far and near they drew, their hearts prepared and their possessions gathered, to sail forth to lands unknown, wherever o'er the wave I bade them follow. Now above the crest of loftiest Ida rose the morning-star, chief in the front of day. The Greeks held fast the captive gates of Troy. No help or hope was ours any more. Then, yielding all, and lifting once again my aged sire, for refuge to the distant hills I fled. |
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