Savage girl, whom did your lance unhorse,What victims, first and last,How many thrown down on the battlefield,Torn bodies dying? Eunaeus, Clytius' son,Came first: he faced her with unarmored breast,And with her shaft of pine she ran him through.He tumbled, coughing streams of blood, took bites
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The Aeneid - pg. 355
Labels: Mort, Publius Vergilius Maro
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