His son, the second Virbius, yet retain’d His father’s art, and warrior steeds he rein’d.
Sure coursers for the rest the king ordains, With golden bits adorn’d, and purple reins.
And proud Idaeus, Priam’s charioteer, Who shakes his empty reins, and aims his airy spear.
Unharness’d chariots stand along the shore: Amidst the wheels and reins, the goblet by, A medley of debauch and war, they lie.
Thus having arm’d with hopes her anxious mind, His finny team Saturnian Neptune join’d, Then adds the foamy bridle to their jaws, And to the loosen’d reins permits the laws.
Elsewhere he saw where Troilus defied Achilles, and unequal combat tried; Then, where the boy disarm’d, with loosen’d reins, Was by his horses hurried o’er the plains, Hung by the neck and hair, and dragg’d around: The hostile spear, yet sticking in his wound, With tracks of blood inscrib’d the dusty ground.
The flame, unstopp’d at first, more fury gains, And Vulcan rides at large with loosen’d reins: Triumphant to the painted sterns he soars, And seizes, in this way, the banks and crackling oars.
Without the gate, They see the boys and Latian youth debate The martial prizes on the dusty plain: Some drive the cars, and some the coursers rein; Some bend the stubborn bow for victory, And some with darts their active sinews try.
Now Lucagus and Liger scour the plains, With two white steeds; but Liger holds the reins, And Lucagus the lofty seat maintains: Bold brethren both.
Confus’d, he stops, and backward pulls the reins.
This haughty Phegeus saw with high disdain, And, as the chariot roll’d along the plain, Light from the ground he leapt, and seiz’d the rein.
At this, so fast her flying feet she sped, That soon she strain’d beyond his horse’s head: Then turning short, at once she seiz’d the rein, And laid the boaster grov’ling on the plain.
She said, and, sliding, sunk upon the plain: Dying, her open’d hand forsakes the rein; Short, and more short, she pants; by slow degrees Her mind the passage from her body frees.
Liris and Pegasus at once she slew: The former, as the slacken’d reins he drew Of his faint steed; the latter, as he stretch’d His arm to prop his friend, the jav’lin reach’d.
The youth, who thought his cunning did succeed, Reins round his horse, and urges all his speed; Adds the remembrance of the spur, and hides The goring rowels in his bleeding sides.
Freed from his keepers, thus, with broken reins, The wanton courser prances o’er the plains, Or in the pride of youth o’erleaps the mounds, And snuffs the females in forbidden grounds.
Nor Hercules more lands or labors knew, Not tho’ the brazen-footed hind he slew, Freed Erymanthus from the foaming boar, And dipp’d his arrows in Lernaean gore; Nor Bacchus, turning from his Indian war, By tigers drawn triumphant in his car, From Nisus’ top descending on the plains, With curling vines around his purple reins.
But Turnus follow’d hard his hunted prey (His spear had almost reach’d him in the way, Short of his reins, and scarce a span behind) "Fool!" said the chief, "tho’ fleeter than the wind, Couldst thou presume to scape, when I pursue?"
…brands in rattling volleys fly, And all the rustic arms that fury can supply: If then some grave and pious man appear, They hush their noise, and lend a list’ning ear; He soothes with sober words their angry mood, And quenches their innate desire of blood: So, when the Father of the Flood appears, And o’er the seas his sov’reign trident rears, Their fury falls: he skims the liquid plains, High on his chariot, and, with loosen’d reins, Majestic moves along, and awful peace maintains.
As the black swallow near the palace plies; O’er empty courts, and under arches, flies; Now hawks aloft, now skims along the flood, To furnish her loquacious nest with food: So drives the rapid goddess o’er the plains; The smoking horses run with loosen’d reins.
When Turnus saw the Trojan quit the plain, His chiefs dismay’d, his troops a fainting train, Th’ unhop’d event his heighten’d soul inspires: At once his arms and coursers he requires; Then, with a leap, his lofty chariot gains, And with a ready hand assumes the reins.
Thus, on the banks of Hebrus’ freezing flood, The God of Battles, in his angry mood, Clashing his sword against his brazen shield, Let loose the reins, and scours along the field: Before the wind his fiery coursers fly; Groans the sad earth, resounds the rattling sky.
Forced by this hostile act, and fir’d with spite, That flying Turnus still declin’d the fight, The Prince, whose piety had long repell’d His inborn ardor, now invades the field; Invokes the pow’rs of violated peace, Their rites and injur’d altars to redress; Then, to his rage abandoning the rein, With blood and slaughter’d bodies fills the plain.
(on Ida’s holy hill Fierce tigers, rein’d and curb’d, obey thy will.
He said, and seiz’d at once the loosen’d rein; For Liger lay already on the plain, By the same shock: then, stretching out his hands, The recreant thus his wretched life demands: "Now, by thyself, O more than mortal man!
This day thou either shalt bring back the head And bloody trophies of the Trojan dead; This day thou either shalt revenge my woe, For murther’d Lausus, on his cruel foe; Or, if inexorable fate deny Our conquest, with thy conquer’d master die: For, after such a lord, rest secure, Thou wilt no foreign reins, or Trojan load endure."
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