VIRGIL 17 



the east wind drives on shoals and flats, a piteous 

 spectacle ! and dashing on the shelves, it encloses 

 them with mounds of sand. Before the eyes of 

 ALneas himself, a mighty billow, falling from the 

 height, dashes against the stern of one which bore 

 the Lycian crew, and faithful Orontes, the pilot, is 

 tossed out and rolled headlong, prone into the 

 waves ; but her the driving surge thrice whirls 

 around in the same place, and the rapid eddy 

 swallows up in the deep. 



Then, floating here and there on the vast abyss, 

 are seen men, their arms and planks, and the 

 Trojan wealth among the waves. Now the storm 

 overpowered the stout vessel of Ilioneus, now that 

 of brave Achates, and that in which Abas sailed, 

 and that in which old Alethes : all, at their 

 loosened and disjointed sides, receive the hostile 

 stream, and gape with chinks. . . . 



The sire, having by these words soothed and 

 cheered the heart of the goddess, yokes his steeds 

 to his golden car, puts the foaming bit into their 

 fierce mouths, and throws out all the reins. Along 

 the surface of the seas he nimbly glides in his 

 azure car. The waves subside, and the swelling 

 ocean smooths its liquid pavement under the 

 thundering axle : the clouds fly off the face of the 

 expanded sky. Then appear the various forms of 

 his retinue, unwieldy whales, and the aged train 

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