too, the seed of Neptune, steed-famed Messapus. Now 30
these, now those, strain to win the ground: the struggle is
on Ausonia’s very threshold. As in the spacious heaven
jarring winds meet in battle, alike in spirit and in strength,
winds, storm-clouds, and ocean, neither yields to the
other: long doubtful hangs the fight; all stand in death 35
grips, front to front: even such the meeting of the army
of Troy and the army of Latium: foot is set close to foot,
and man massed with man.
But in another part of the field, where a torrent had