The Aeneid - pg. 52

With this,
To the altar step itelf he dragged gim trembling,
Sliping in the pooled blood of his son,
And took him by the hair with hisleft hand.
The sword flashed in his right; up to the hilt
He thrust it in his body.
That was the end
Of Priams age, the doom that took him off,
With Tyoy in flames before his eyes, his towers
Headlong fallen -- he that in other days
Had ruled in pride so many lands and peoples,
The power of Asia.