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- Herausgeber: Maria
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
The Eneide is an epic poem of Latin culture written by the poet and philosopher Virgil between 31 BC. and 19 BC, telling the legendary story of Aeneas, a trojan hero of Anchise's son, fled after the fall of the city of Troy, who traveled to the Mediterranean until he landed in Lazio, becoming the progenitor of the Roman people.
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Table of Contents
PREFACE
BOOK FIRST - THE COMING OF AENEAS TO CARTHAGE
BOOK SECOND - THE STORY OF THE SACK OF TROY
BOOK THIRD - THE STORY OF THE SEVEN YEARS’ WANDERING
BOOK FOURTH - THE LOVE OF DIDO, AND HER END
BOOK FIFTH - THE GAMES OF THE FLEET
BOOK SIXTH - THE VISION OF THE UNDER WORLD
BOOK SEVENTH - THE LANDING IN LATIUM, AND THE ROLL OF THE ARMIES OF ITALY
BOOK EIGHTH - THE EMBASSAGE TO EVANDER
BOOK NINTH - THE SIEGE OF THE TROJAN CAMP
BOOK TENTH - THE BATTLE ON THE BEACH
BOOK ELEVENTH - THE COUNCIL OF THE LATINS, AND THE LIFE AND DEATH OF CAMILLA
BOOK TWELFTH - THE SLAYING OF TURNUS
Table of Contents
PREFACE
BOOK FIRST - THE COMING OF AENEAS TO CARTHAGE
BOOK SECOND - THE STORY OF THE SACK OF TROY
BOOK THIRD - THE STORY OF THE SEVEN YEARS’ WANDERING
BOOK FOURTH - THE LOVE OF DIDO, AND HER END
BOOK FIFTH - THE GAMES OF THE FLEET
BOOK SIXTH - THE VISION OF THE UNDER WORLD
BOOK SEVENTH - THE LANDING IN LATIUM, AND THE ROLL OF THE ARMIES OF ITALY
BOOK EIGHTH - THE EMBASSAGE TO EVANDER
BOOK NINTH - THE SIEGE OF THE TROJAN CAMP
BOOK TENTH - THE BATTLE ON THE BEACH
BOOK ELEVENTH - THE COUNCIL OF THE LATINS, AND THE LIFE AND DEATH OF CAMILLA
BOOK TWELFTH - THE SLAYING OF TURNUS
THE AENEID OF VIRGIL
Virgil
First digital edition 2018 by Maria Ruggieri
PREFACE
There is something grotesque in the idea of a prose translation of a poet, though the practice is become so common that it has ceased to provoke a smile or demand an apology. The language of poetry is language in fusion; that of prose is language fixed and crystallised; and an attempt to copy the one material in the other must always count on failure to convey what is, after all, one of the most essential things in poetry, its poetical quality. And this is so with Virgil more, perhaps, than with any other poet; for more, perhaps, than any other poet Virgil depends on his poetical quality from first to last. Such a translation can only have the value of a copy of some great painting executed in mosaic, if indeed a copy in Berlin wool is not a closer analogy; and even at the best all it can have to say for itself will be in Virgil’s own words, Experiar sensus; nihil hic nisi carmina desunt.
BOOK FIRST - THE COMING OF AENEAS TO CARTHAGE
I sing of arms and the man who of old from the coasts of Troy came, an exile of fate, to Italy and the shore of Lavinium; hard driven on land and on the deep by the violence of heaven, for cruel Juno’s unforgetful anger, and hard bestead in war also, ere he might found a city and carry his gods into Latium; from whom is the Latin race, the lords of Alba, and the stately city Rome.
Muse, tell me why, for what attaint of her deity, or in what vexation, did the Queen of heaven drive one so excellent in goodness to circle through so many afflictions, to face so many toils? Is anger so fierce in celestial spirits?
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There was a city of ancient days that Tyrian settlers dwelt in, Carthage, over against Italy and the Tiber mouths afar; rich of store, and mighty in war’s fierce pursuits; wherein, they say, alone beyond all other lands had Juno her seat, and held Samos itself less dear. Here was her armour, here her chariot; even now, if fate permit, the goddess strives to nurture it for queen of the nations. Nevertheless, she had heard a race was issuing of the blood of [20-53] Troy, which sometime should overthrow her Tyrian citadel; from it should come a people, lord of lands and tyrannous in war, the destroyer of Libya: so rolled the destinies. Fearful of that, the daughter of Saturn, the old war in her remembrance that she fought at Troy for her beloved Argos long ago, nor had the springs of her anger nor the bitterness of her vexation yet gone out of mind: deep stored in her soul lies the judgment of Paris, the insult of her slighted beauty, the hated race and the dignities of ravished Ganymede; fired with this also, she tossed all over ocean the Trojan remnant left of the Greek host and merciless Achilles, and held them afar from Latium; and many a year were they wandering driven of fate around all the seas. Such work was it to found the Roman people.
Hardly out of sight of the land of Sicily did they set their sails to sea, and merrily upturned the salt foam with brazen prow, when Juno, the undying wound still deep in her heart, thus broke out alone:
‘Am I then to abandon my baffled purpose, powerless to keep the Teucrian king from Italy? and because fate forbids me? Could Pallas lay the Argive fleet in ashes, and sink the Argives in the sea, for one man’s guilt, mad Oïlean Ajax? Her hand darted Jove’s flying fire from the clouds, scattered their ships, upturned the seas in tempest; him, his pierced breast yet breathing forth the flame, she caught in a whirlwind and impaled on a spike of rock. But I, who move queen among immortals, I sister and wife of Jove, wage warfare all these years with a single people; and is there any who still adores Juno’s divinity, or will kneel to lay sacrifice on her altars?’
Such thoughts inly revolving in her kindled bosom, the goddess reaches Aeolia, the home of storm-clouds, the land laden with furious southern gales. Here in a desolate cavern Aeolus keeps under royal dominion and yokes in [54-85] dungeon fetters the struggling winds and loud storms. They with mighty moan rage indignant round their mountain barriers. In his lofty citadel Aeolus sits sceptred, assuages their temper and soothes their rage; else would they carry with them seas and lands, and the depth of heaven, and sweep them through space in their flying course. But, fearful of this, the lord omnipotent hath hidden them in caverned gloom, and laid a mountain mass high over them, and appointed them a ruler, who should know by certain law to strain and slacken the reins at command. To him now Juno spoke thus in suppliant accents:
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
