Book 12.899-907
Turnus grabs the rock and hurls it at Aeneas. His knees give way as the stone falls short.
Vix illud lecti bis sex cervice subirent,
899
qualia nunc hominum producit corpora tellus:
900
ille manu raptum trepida torquebat in hostem
901
altior insurgens et cursu concitus heros.
902
Sed neque currentem se nec cognoscit euntem
903
tollentemve manus saxumve immane moventem;
904
genua labant, gelidus concrevit frigore sanguis.
905
Tum lapis ipse viri, vacuum per inane volutus,
906
nec spatium evasit totum neque pertulit ictum.
907