mighty fires, even as when on a clear night blood-hued
comets glare with gloomy red, or as the Sirian blaze,
that harbinger of drought and sickness to weak mortality,
breaks into birth and saddens heaven with its ill-boding
rays. 20
Yet pause was none in bold Turnus’ confidence to forestall
the landing-place, and beat off the comers from the
shore. His words are ready at the moment to encourage
and upbraid: “See here the occasion you longed for, to
break through them at the sword’s point. A brave man’s 25