1 We disembark and worship Apollo's town.
2 Soon too Mount Leucata's cloudy peaks are sighted, and Apollo dreaded of sailors.
3 Not to these shores did the god at Delos counsel thee, or Apollo bid thee find rest in Crete.
4 But now for broad Italy hath Apollo of Grynos bidden me steer, for Italy the oracles of Lycia.
5 With him goes grim Abas, all his train in shining armour, and a gilded Apollo glittering astern.
6 Neither shrink thou at the gnawn tables that await thee; the fates will find a way, and Apollo aid thy call.
7 Thus Apollo began, and yet speaking retreated from mortal view, vanishing into thin air away out of their eyes.
8 And yet needs must thou float past it on the sea; far away lies the quarter of Ausonia that is revealed of Apollo.
9 Looking thereon, Actian Apollo above drew his bow; with the terror of it all Egypt and India, every Arab and Sabaean, turned back in flight.
10 Hence sprung Dardanus: hither Apollo recalls us, and pushes us on with imperious orders to Tyrrhenian Tiber and the holy pools of Numicus' spring.
11 For in this single answer Apollo deceived me, never found false before, when he prophesied thee safety on ocean and arrival on the Ausonian coasts.
12 So spoke he, and slew fit sacrifice on the altars, a bull to Neptune, a bull to thee, fair Apollo, a black sheep to Tempest, a white to the prosperous West winds.
13 Be it enough, son of Aeneas, that the Numanian hath fallen unavenged beneath thine arrows; this first honour great Apollo allows thee, nor envies the arms that match his own.
14 In such words the Sibyl of Cumae chants from the shrine her perplexing terrors, echoing through the cavern truth wrapped in obscurity: so does Apollo clash the reins and ply the goad in her maddened breast.
15 But good Aeneas seeks the fortress where Apollo sits high enthroned, and the lone mystery of the awful Sibyl's cavern depth, over whose mind and soul the prophetic Delian breathes high inspiration and reveals futurity.
16 Here is the band of them who bore wounds in fighting for their country, and they who were pure in priesthood while life endured, and the good poets whose speech abased not Apollo; and they who made life beautiful by the arts of their invention, and who won by service a memory among men, the brows of all girt with the snow-white fillet.
17 First Coroebus is stretched by Peneleus' hand at the altar of the goddess armipotent; and Rhipeus falls, the one man who was most righteous and steadfast in justice among the Teucrians: the gods' ways are not as ours: Hypanis and Dymas perish, pierced by friendly hands; nor did all thy goodness, O Panthus, nor Apollo's fillet protect thy fall.
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