Christopher

“the old man threw his spear With feeble impact; blocked by the ringing bronze, It hung there harmless from the jutting boss. Then Pyrrhus answered: 'You'll report the news To Pelides, my father; don't forget My sad behavior, the degeneracy Of Neoptolemus. Now die.' With this, To the altar step itself he dragged him trembling, Slipping in the pooled blood of his son, And took him by the hair with his left hand. The sword flashed in his right; up to the hilt He thrust it in his body. That was the end Of Priam's age, the doom that took him off, With Troy in flames before his eyes, his towers Headlong fallen—he that in other days Had ruled in pride so many lands and peoples, The power of Asia. On the distant shore. The vast trunk headless lies without a name." 2.702”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“and in the end the port of Drepanum took me in, a landing without joy. for after storms at sea had buffeted me so often, here, alas, i lost my father, solace in all affliction and mischance; o best of fathers, in my weariness-- though you had been delivered from so many perils in vain -- alas here you forsook me." 3.935”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

“Priam before the altars, with his blood Drenching the fires that he himself had blessed. Those fifty bridal chambers, hope of a line So flourishing; those doorways high and proud, Adorned with takings of barbaric gold, Were all brought low: fire had them, or the Greeks." 2.654”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

“Three times I tried to put my arms around her neck, Three times enfolded nothing, as the wraith Slipped through my fingers, bodiless as wind, Or like a flitting dream." 2.1026”
― Virgil, The Aeneid