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The Aeneid by Virgil
translated by Theodore C. Williams
Book II Chapter 33: Flight of Aeneas
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The night had passed, and to my friends once more
I made my way, much wondering to find
a mighty multitude assembled there
of friends new-come, -- matrons and men-at-arms,
and youth for exile bound, -- a doleful throng.
From far and near they drew, their hearts prepared
and their possessions gathered, to sail forth
to lands unknown, wherever o'er the wave
I bade them follow. Now above the crest
of loftiest Ida rose the morning-star,
chief in the front of day. The Greeks held fast
the captive gates of Troy. No help or hope
was ours any more. Then, yielding all,
and lifting once again my aged sire,
for refuge to the distant hills I fled.
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