As the lion in Phoenician
fields, his breast heavily wounded by the huntsmen, at last starts into
arms, and shakes out the shaggy masses from his exultant neck, and
undismayed snaps the brigand's planted weapon, with
blood-stained mouth; even so Turnus kindles and swells in passion.
fields, his breast heavily wounded by the huntsmen, at last starts into
arms, and shakes out the shaggy masses from his exultant neck, and
undismayed snaps the brigand's planted weapon, with
blood-stained mouth; even so Turnus kindles and swells in passion.
Virgil - Aeneid
