the tomb of my son.” So saying, with full resolve he welcomes
the sword to his throat, and spreads his life over his 5
armour in broad streams of blood.
BOOK XI
Meanwhile, the Goddess of Dawn has risen and left the
ocean. Æneas, though duty presses to find leisure for
interring his friends, and his mind is still wildered by the
scene of blood, was paying his vows to heaven as conqueror
should at the day-star’s rise. A giant oak, lopped all 5