Max Robertson
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Aeneid XI
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Oceanum interea surgens Aurora reliquit :
Aeneas , quamquam et sociis dare tempus humandis
praecipitant curae turbataque funere mens est ,
vota deum primo victor solvebat Eoo .
ingentem quercum decisis undique ramis
constituit tumulo fulgentiaque induit arma ,
Mezenti ducis exuvias , tibi magne tropaeum
bellipotens ; aptat rorantis sanguine cristas
telaque trunca viri , et bis sex thoraca petitum
perfossumque locis , clipeumque ex aere sinistrae
subligat atque ensem collo suspendit eburnum .
tum socios ( namque omnis eum stipata tegebat
turba ducum ) sic incipiens hortatur ovantis :
" Maxima res effecta , viri ; timor omnis abesto ,
quod superest ; haec sunt spolia et de rege superbo
primitiae manibusque meis Mezentius hic est .
Aeneas , quamquam et sociis dare tempus humandis
praecipitant curae turbataque funere mens est ,
vota deum primo victor solvebat Eoo .
ingentem quercum decisis undique ramis
constituit tumulo fulgentiaque induit arma ,
Mezenti ducis exuvias , tibi magne tropaeum
bellipotens ; aptat rorantis sanguine cristas
telaque trunca viri , et bis sex thoraca petitum
perfossumque locis , clipeumque ex aere sinistrae
subligat atque ensem collo suspendit eburnum .
tum socios ( namque omnis eum stipata tegebat
turba ducum ) sic incipiens hortatur ovantis :
" Maxima res effecta , viri ; timor omnis abesto ,
quod superest ; haec sunt spolia et de rege superbo
primitiae manibusque meis Mezentius hic est .
Meanwhile
dawn
rose
and
left
the
ocean
.
Aeneas
,
though
his
sorrows
urge
him
to
give
time
to
his
comrades’
burial
,
and
death
has
confused
his
soul
,
yet
,
as
the
Day
Star
rose
,
began
to
pay
the
gods
his
vows
of
victory
.
A
mighty
oak
,
its
branches
lopped
all
round
,
he
plants
on
a
mound
,
and
arrays
in
the
gleaming
arms
stripped
from
Mezentius
the
chief
,
a
trophy
to
you
,
great
Lord
of
War
.
To
it
he
fastens
the
crests
dripping
with
blood
,
the
warrior’s
broken
spears
,
and
the
breastplate
smitten
and
pierced
twice
six
times
;
to
the
left
hand
he
binds
the
bronze
shield
,
and
from
the
neck
hangs
the
ivory
sword
.
Then
his
triumphant
comrades—for
the
whole
band
of
chieftains
thronged
close
about
him—he
thus
begins
to
exhort
:
" Mighty deeds have we wrought , my men ; for the future , away with all fear ! These are the spoils and firstfruits of a haughty king ; and this is Mezentius , as fashioned by my hands
" Mighty deeds have we wrought , my men ; for the future , away with all fear ! These are the spoils and firstfruits of a haughty king ; and this is Mezentius , as fashioned by my hands