1 My comrades furl the sails and swing the prows to shore.
2 He bids all the masts be upreared with speed, and the sails stretched on the yards.
3 Meanwhile Anchises bade the fleet set their sails, that the fair wind might meet no delay.
4 The Queen herself seemed to call the winds and spread her sails, and even now let her sheets run slack.
5 Sharp fear urges us to shake out the sheets in reckless haste, and spread our sails to the favouring wind.
6 Southern winds stretch the sails; we scud over the foam-flecked waters, whither wind and pilot called our course.
7 And now a day and another day hath sped; the breezes woo our sails, and the canvas blows out to the swelling south.
8 This dwelling likewise we abandon; and leaving some few behind, spread our sails and run over the waste sea in our hollow wood.
9 The sails drop; we swing back to the oars; without delay the sailors strongly toss up the foam, and sweep through the green water.
10 When he sees the clear sky quite unbroken, he gives from the stern his shrill signal; we disencamp and explore the way, and spread the wings of our sails.
11 Himself he plies the pole and trims the sails of his vessel, the steel-blue galley with freight of dead; stricken now in years, but a god's old age is lusty and green.
12 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.
13 Scarcely had the first summer set in, when lord Anchises bids us spread our sails to fortune, and weeping I leave the shores and havens of my country, and the plains where once was Troy.
14 And now day had faded from the sky, and gracious Phoebe trod mid-heaven in the chariot of her nightly wandering: Aeneas, for his charge allows not rest to his limbs, himself sits guiding the tiller and managing the sails.
15 But lest the good Trojans might suffer so dread a change, might enter her haven or draw nigh the ominous shores, Neptune filled their sails with favourable winds, and gave them escape, and bore them past the seething shallows.
16 He sails in the vast Triton, who amazes the blue waterways with his shell, and swims on with shaggy front, in human show from the flank upward; his belly ends in a dragon; beneath the monster's breast the wave gurgles into foam.
17 Mnestheus' keen oarsmen drive the swift Dragon, Mnestheus the Italian to be, from whose name is the Memmian family; Gyas the huge bulk of the huge Chimaera, a floating town, whom her triple-tiered Dardanian crew urge on with oars rising in threefold rank; Sergestus, from whom the Sergian house holds her name, sails in the tall Centaur; and in the sea-coloured Scylla Cloanthus, whence is thy family, Cluentius of Rome.
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