Aeneid 9.459–472

459And now early Dawn, leaving the saffron bed of Tithonus, was sprinkling the earth with new light: now the sun had poured in, now the world was revealed by daylight, and Turnus, himself clad in arms, rouses his men to arms, and each leader marshals his bronze-clad lines for battle, and they whet their anger with various rumours. 465Indeed they fix on raised spears (a pitiful sight) the very heads, and follow with much shouting, of Euryalus and Nisus. 468The hardy Aeneadae have set their battle line against them on the left side of the walls, for the right is bounded by the river, and they hold the huge ditches and stand on the high towers in sorrow; 471at the same time the men's faces, fixed on spears, moved them, faces all too familiar to the wretched men and dripping with dark gore.