If native pow’r prevail not, shall I doubt To seek for needful succor from without?
But, when he found that Juno’s pow’r prevail’d, And all the methods of cool counsel fail’d, He calls the gods to witness their offense, Disclaims the war, asserts his innocence.
Down to the keels, and upward to the sails, The fire descends, or mounts, but still prevails; Nor buckets pour’d, nor strength of human hand, Can the victorious element withstand.
For to what pow’r can Turnus have recourse, Or how resist his fate’s prevailing force?
Her father Metabus, when forc’d away From old Privernum, for tyrannic sway, Snatch’d up, and sav’d from his prevailing foes, This tender babe, companion of his woes.
The trumpets sound: Aeneas first assail’d The clowns new-rais’d and raw, and soon prevail’d.
The helpless king is hurried in the throng, And, whate’er tide prevails, is borne along.
If I survive, will Troy the less prevail?
Fierce Turnus in another quarter fought, When suddenly th’ unhop’d-for news was brought, The foes had left the fastness of their place, Prevail’d in fight, and had his men in chase.
Now Turnus, at two blows, two brethren slew; First from his horse fierce Amycus he threw: Then, leaping on the ground, on foot assail’d Diores, and in equal fight prevail’d.
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But from his headstrong horse his fate he found, Who threw his master, as he made a bound: The chief, alighting, stuck him to the ground; Then Clonius, hand to hand, on foot assails: The Trojan sinks, and Neptune’s son prevails.
But, if my juster arms prevail in fight, (As sure they shall, if I divine aright,) My Trojans shall not o’er th’ Italians reign: Both equal, both unconquer’d shall remain, Join’d in their laws, their lands, and their abodes; I ask but altars for my weary gods.
If neither piety, nor Heav’n’s command, Can gain his passage to the Stygian strand, This fatal present shall prevail at least."