1 Again I rush to battle, and choose death in my misery.
2 That day opened the gate of death and the springs of ill.
3 Fury and wrath drive me headlong, and I think how noble is death in arms.
4 Everywhere is cruel agony, everywhere terror, and the sight of death at every turn.
5 At this sight Coroebus burst forth infuriate, and flung himself on death amid their columns.
6 Pole thunders to pole, and the air quivers with incessant flashes; all menaces them with instant death.
7 Mine own hand shall find me death: the foe will be merciful and seek my spoils: light is the loss of a tomb.
8 Of them will they even haply claim vengeance for my flight, and wash away this crime in their wretched death.
9 Twice five days he is speechless in his tent, and will not have any one denounced by his lips, or given up to death.
10 Yet Helenus' commands counsel that our course keep not the way between Scylla and Charybdis, the very edge of death on either hand.
11 I broke away, I confess it, from death; I burst my bonds, and lurked all night darkling in the sedge of the marshy pool, till they might set their sails, if haply they should set them.
12 At Neoptolemus' death a share of his realm fell to Helenus' hands, who named the plains Chaonian, and called all the land Chaonia after Chaon of Troy, and built withal a Pergama and this Ilian citadel on the hills.
13 Then, like wolves ravening in a black fog, whom mad malice of hunger hath driven blindly forth, and their cubs left behind await with throats unslaked; through the weapons of the enemy we march to certain death, and hold our way straight into the town.
14 The Dardanians tear down turrets and the covering of the house roof against them; with these for weapons, since they see the end is come, they prepare to defend themselves even in death's extremity: and hurl down gilded beams, the stately decorations of their fathers of old.
15 When he saw the ruin of his captured city, the gates of his house burst open, and the enemy amid his innermost chambers, the old man idly fastens round his aged trembling shoulders his long disused armour, girds on the unavailing sword, and advances on his death among the thronging foe.
16 And even now the ships were drawn up on the dry beach; the people were busy in marriages and among their new fields; I was giving statutes and homesteads; when suddenly from a tainted space of sky came, noisome on men's bodies and pitiable on trees and crops, pestilence and a year of death.
17 Lo, Dardanian shepherds meanwhile dragged clamorously before the King a man with hands tied behind his back, who to compass this very thing, to lay Troy open to the Achaeans, had gone to meet their ignorant approach, confident in spirit and doubly prepared to spin his snares or to meet assured death.
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