Aen. 11.182Aurōra intereā miserīs mortālibus almam
extulerat lūcem, referēns opera atque labōrēs:
iam pater Aenēās, iam curvō in lītore Tarchōn
185cōnstituēre pyrās.Dawn meanwhile had raised her kindly light for wretched mortals, bringing back work and toil: now father Aeneas, now Tarchon set up pyres on the curving shore. Aen. 11.185Hūc corpora quisque suōrum
mōre tulēre patrum, subiectīsque ignibus ātrīs
conditur in tenebrās altum cālīgine caelum.Hither each man brought the bodies of his own in the manner of his fathers, and as the black fires are lit beneath, the high sky is buried in darkness and gloom. Aen. 11.188Ter circum accēnsōs cinctī fulgentibus armīs
dēcurrere rogōs, ter maestum fūneris ignem
190lūstrāvēre in equīs ululātūsque ōre dedēre;Three times, girt in gleaming armour, they ran around the burning pyres, three times on horseback they circled the mournful fire of the dead and raised wailing cries from their mouths; Aen. 11.191spargitur et tellūs lacrimīs, sparguntur et arma:
it caelō clamorque virum clangorque tubārum.the earth is sprinkled with tears, the armour is sprinkled too: the shout of men and the blare of trumpets go up to the sky.
Aen. 11.193Hīc aliī spolia occīsīs dērepta Latīnīs
coniciunt ignī, galeās ēnsēsque decōrōs
195frēnaque ferventīsque rotās;Here some throw onto the fire spoils torn from the slain Latins, helmets and handsome swords, bridles and glowing wheels; Aen. 11.195pars mūnera nota,
ipsōrum clipeōs et nōn fēlīcia tēla.others familiar gifts, the shields of the dead themselves and their luckless weapons. Aen. 11.197Multa boum circā mactantur corpora Mortī,
saetigerōsque suēs raptāsque ex omnibus agrīs
in flammam iugulant pecudēs.Around them many bodies of oxen are slaughtered to Death, and over the flame they cut the throats of bristly swine and of flocks seized from all the fields. Aen. 11.199Tum lītore tōtō
200ārdentīs spectant sociōs sēmustaque servant
busta neque āvellī possunt, nox ūmida dōnec
invertit caelum stellīs ārdentibus aptum.Then along the whole shore they watch their comrades burning and guard the half-burnt pyres, and cannot be torn away, until dewy night turns the sky round, studded with blazing stars.