Nor, throwing, that he threw”;
the description of Turnus’ horses in book xii.:
“Qui candore nives anteirent, cursibus auras”:
“To match the whiteness of the snow,
The swiftness of the breeze”;
or Corœbus’ appeal to his comrades in book ii.:
“Dolus an virtus, quis in hoste requirat?”
“Who questions, when with foes we deal,
If craft or courage guides the steel?”
Have we not here all needful fidelity united to the air of genuine poetry? Compare Mr. Cranch’s versions of the first and last of these examples: