after many an appeal to Jove and the altars of the violated
league, he falls on the ranks before him, and fanned 25
to dreadful vengeance by the War-god’s breath, lets loose
a carnage cruel and unsparing, and flings the reins on the
neck of his passion.
And now what god will tell me all those horrors and
relate for me in verse the several scenes of slaughter, the 30
deaths of the leaders whom Turnus here, the Trojan hero
there, is chasing over the plain? Was it thy will, great
Jove, that nations destined in time to come to everlasting