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At once Aeneas, limbs limp in the chill of fear, groans and liftig both his palms toward the stars cries out: "Three, four times blest, my comrades lucky to die beneath the soaring walls of Troy-- before their parents' eyes! If only I'd gone down under your right hand--Diomedes, strongest Greek afield--and poured out my life on the battle grounds of Tory!... Flinging cries as a screaming gust of the Northwind pounds against his sail (Book I, Lines 113-117)
What elements of the epic invocation did Vergil use?
What characterstics did Aeneas exhibit early on during the fall of Tory?
What characteristics seem to be championed by Aeneas at the end of Book II?
I who had never flinched at the hurtling spears or swarming Greek assaults--now every stir of the wind, every whisper of sound alarms me,
anxious both for the child beside me and the
burden on my back (1022)
"Run for your life, my son. Put an end to your labors. I will never leave you, I will set you safe
at your father's door." (1019)
I dreamed I saw Prince Hector...But what outrage has mutilated your face so clear and cloudless once? Why these wounds... he calls out "Escape, son of the goddess, tear yourself from the flames!... Now, into your hands she entrusts her holy things, her household gods. Take them with you as comrades in your fortures (1010)
Out of my witz, I seize my arms--what reason for arms? Just my spirit burning to muster troops for battle, rush with comrades up to the city's heights, fury and rage driving me breakneck on as it races through my mind what a noble thing it is to die in arms. (1011)
Seeing their close-packed ranks, hot for battle, I spur them on their way: "Men, brave hearts, though bravery cannot save us--if you're bent on following me and risking all to face the worst, look around you, see how our chances stand... let us die, go plunging into the thick of battle. (1012)
Comrades, wherever Fortune points the way, wherever the first road to safety leads, let's soldier on. Exchange shields with the Greeks and wear their emblems. Call it cunning or courage: who would ask in war? Our enemies will arm us to the hilt (1013)
Rage: Sing; Goddess, Achilles' rage,
Black and murderous, that cost the Greeks
Incalculable pain, pitched countless souls
Of heroes into Hades' dark,
And left their bodies to rot as feasts
for dogs and birds, as Zeus' will was done.
Begin with the clash between Agamemnon--
The Greek warlord--and godlike Achlles
Speak, Memory-- Of the cunning hero,
The wanderer, blown off course time and again
After he plundered Troy's sacred heights. Speak
Of all the cities he saw, the minds he grasped,
The suffering deep in his heart at sea
As he struggled to survive and bring his men home
But could not save them, hard as he tried--
The fools--destroyed by their own recklessness
When they ate the oxen of Hyperion the Sun,
And that god snuffed out their day of return.
What similarities and differences can you see in these invocations?