079:01,000@@@@@| <VIRGIL'S AENEID>
079:01,000['  ]| <Translated by John Dryden>
079:01,000['  ]| <The Harvard Classics, Volume 13.>
079:01,000['  ]| <Copyright (c)1909 by P.F. Collier & Son, NY.>
079:01,000['  ]| <This was scanned from the 1909 edition and mechanically checked against a>
079:01,000['  ]| <commercial copy of the AEneid from CDROM. Differences were corrected against>
079:01,000['  ]| <the paper edition. The text itself is thus a highly accurate rendition.>
079:01,000['  ]| <The following errors in the book were corrected:>
079:01,000['  ]| <Book II Uylsses ~~ Ulysses>
079:01,000['  ]| <Book VIII murderd' ~~ murder'd>
079:01,000['  ]| <Book VIII floursh'd ~~ flourish'd>
079:01,000['  ]| <Book VIII aswer'd ~~ answer'd>
079:01,000['  ]| <Book X prohesied ~~ prophesied>
079:01,000['  ]| <This text is in the public domain, released August 1993.>
079:01,000['  ]| <THE FIRST BOOK OF THE AENEIS>
079:01,000['  ]| <THE ARGUMENT. ~~  The Trojans, after a seven years' voyage, set sail for>
079:01,000['  ]| <Italy, but are overtaken by a dreadful storm, which AEolus raises at Juno's>
079:01,000['  ]| <request. The tempest sinks one, and scatters the rest. Neptune drives off>
079:01,000['  ]| <the Winds, and calms the sea. AEneas, with his own ship, and six more,>
079:01,000['  ]| <arrives safe at an African port. Venus complains to Jupiter of her son's>
079:01,000['  ]| <misfortunes. Jupiter comforts her, and sends Mercury to procure him a kind>
079:01,000['  ]| <reception among the Carthaginians. AEneas, going out to discover the>
079:01,000['  ]| <country, meets his mother in the shape of an huntress, who conveys him in a>
079:01,000['  ]| <cloud to Carthage, where he sees his friends whom he thought lost, and>
079:01,000['  ]| <receives a kind entertainment from the queen. Dido, by a device of Venus,>
079:01,000['  ]| <begins to have a passion for him, and, after some discourse with him,>
079:01,000['  ]| <desires the history of his adventures since the siege of Troy, which is the>
079:01,000['  ]| <subject of the two following books.>
079:01,001['  ]| ARMS, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
079:01,002['  ]| And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
079:01,003['  ]| Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.
079:01,004['  ]| Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,
079:01,005['  ]| And in the doubtful war, before he won
079:01,006['  ]| The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;
079:01,007['  ]| His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,
079:01,008['  ]| And settled sure succession in his line,
079:01,009['  ]| From whence the race of Alban fathers come,
079:01,010['  ]| And the long glories of majestic Rome.
079:01,011['  ]| O Muse! the causes and the crimes relate;
079:01,012['  ]| What goddess was provok'd, and whence her hate;
079:01,013['  ]| For what offense the Queen of Heav'n began
079:01,014['  ]| To persecute so brave, so just a man;
079:01,015['  ]| Involv'd his anxious life in endless cares,
079:01,016['  ]| Expos'd to wants, and hurried into wars!
079:01,017['  ]| Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,
079:01,018['  ]| Or exercise their spite in human woe?
079:01,019['  ]| Against the Tiber's mouth, but far away,
079:01,020['  ]| An ancient town was seated on the sea;
079:01,021['  ]| A Tyrian colony; the people made
079:01,022['  ]| Stout for the war, and studious of their trade:
079:01,023['  ]| Carthage the name; belov'd by Juno more
079:01,024['  ]| Than her own Argos, or the Samian shore.
079:01,025['  ]| Here stood her chariot; here, if Heav'n were kind,
079:01,026['  ]| The seat of awful empire she design'd.
079:01,027['  ]| Yet she had heard an ancient rumor fly,
079:01,028['  ]| (Long cited by the people of the sky,)
079:01,029['  ]| That times to come should see the Trojan race
079:01,030['  ]| Her Carthage ruin, and her tow'rs deface;
079:01,031['  ]| Nor thus confin'd, the yoke of sov'reign sway
079:01,032['  ]| Should on the necks of all the nations lay.
079:01,033['  ]| She ponder'd this, and fear'd it was in fate;
079:01,034['  ]| Nor could forget the war she wag'd of late
079:01,035['  ]| For conqu'ring Greece against the Trojan state.
079:01,036['  ]| Besides, long causes working in her mind,
079:01,037['  ]| And secret seeds of envy, lay behind;
079:01,038['  ]| Deep graven in her heart the doom remain'd
079:01,039['  ]| Of partial Paris, and her form disdain'd;
079:01,040['  ]| The grace bestow'd on ravish'd Ganymed,
079:01,041['  ]| Electra's glories, and her injur'd bed.
079:01,042['  ]| Each was a cause alone; and all combin'd
079:01,043['  ]| To kindle vengeance in her haughty mind.
079:01,044['  ]| For this, far distant from the Latian coast
079:01,045['  ]| She drove the remnants of the Trojan host;
079:01,046['  ]| And sev'n long years th' unhappy wand'ring train
079:01,047['  ]| Were toss'd by storms, and scatter'd thro' the main.
079:01,048['  ]| Such time, such toil, requir'd the Roman name,
079:01,049['  ]| Such length of labor for so vast a frame.
079:01,050['  ]| Now scarce the Trojan fleet, with sails and oars,
079:01,051['  ]| Had left behind the fair Sicilian shores,
079:01,052['  ]| Ent'ring with cheerful shouts the wat'ry reign,
079:01,053['  ]| And plowing frothy furrows in the main;
079:01,054['  ]| When, lab'ring still with endless discontent,
079:01,055['  ]| The Queen of Heav'n did thus her fury vent:
079:01,056@c   | "Then am I vanquish'd? must I yield?"
079:01,056['  ]| said she,
079:01,057@c   | "And must the Trojans reign in Italy?
079:01,058@c   | So Fate will have it, and Jove adds his force;
079:01,059@c   | Nor can my pow'r divert their happy course.
079:01,060@c   | Could angry Pallas, with revengeful spleen,
079:01,061@c   | The Grecian navy burn, and drown the men?
079:01,062@c   | She, for the fault of one offending foe,
079:01,063@c   | The bolts of Jove himself presum'd to throw:
079:01,064@c   | With whirlwinds from beneath she toss'd the ship,
079:01,065@c   | And bare expos'd the bosom of the deep;
079:01,066@c   | Then, as an eagle gripes the trembling game,
079:01,067@c   | The wretch, yet hissing with her father's flame,
079:01,068@c   | She strongly seiz'd, and with a burning wound
079:01,069@c   | Transfix'd, and naked, on a rock she bound.
079:01,070@c   | But I, who walk in awful state above,
079:01,071@c   | The majesty of heav'n, the sister wife of Jove,
079:01,072@c   | For length of years my fruitless force employ
079:01,073@c   | Against the thin remains of ruin'd Troy!
079:01,074@c   | What nations now to Juno's pow'r will pray,
079:01,075@c   | Or off'rings on my slighted altars lay?"
079:01,076['  ]| Thus rag'd the goddess; and, with fury fraught,
079:01,077['  ]| The restless regions of the storms she sought,
079:01,078['  ]| Where, in a spacious cave of living stone,
079:01,079['  ]| The tyrant AEolus, from his airy throne,
079:01,080['  ]| With pow'r imperial curbs the struggling winds,
079:01,081['  ]| And sounding tempests in dark prisons binds.
079:01,082['  ]| This way and that th' impatient captives tend,
079:01,083['  ]| And, pressing for release, the mountains rend.
079:01,084['  ]| High in his hall th' undaunted monarch stands,
079:01,085['  ]| And shakes his scepter, and their rage commands;
079:01,086['  ]| Which did he not, their unresisted sway
079:01,087['  ]| Would sweep the world before them in their way;
079:01,088['  ]| Earth, air, and seas thro' empty space would roll,
079:01,089['  ]| And heav'n would fly before the driving soul.
079:01,090['  ]| In fear of this, the Father of the Gods
079:01,091['  ]| Confin'd their fury to those dark abodes,
079:01,092['  ]| And lock'd 'em safe within, oppress'd with mountain loads;
079:01,093['  ]| Impos'd a king, with arbitrary sway,
079:01,094['  ]| To loose their fetters, or their force allay.
079:01,095['  ]| To whom the suppliant queen her pray'rs address'd,
079:01,096['  ]| And thus the tenor of her suit express'd:
079:01,097@c   | "O AEolus! for to thee the King of Heav'n
079:01,098@c   | The pow'r of tempests and of winds has giv'n;
079:01,099@c   | Thy force alone their fury can restrain,
079:01,100@c   | And smooth the waves, or swell the troubled main ~~ 
079:01,101@c   | A race of wand'ring slaves, abhorr'd by me,
079:01,102@c   | With prosp'rous passage cut the Tuscan sea;
079:01,103@c   | To fruitful Italy their course they steer,
079:01,104@c   | And for their vanquish'd gods design new temples there
079:01,105@c   | Raise all thy winds; with night involve the skies;
079:01,106@c   | Sink or disperse my fatal enemies.
079:01,107@c   | Twice sev'n, the charming daughters of the main,
079:01,108@c   | Around my person wait, and bear my train:
079:01,109@c   | Succeed my wish, and second my design;
079:01,110@c   | The fairest, Deiopeia, shall be thine,
079:01,111@c   | And make thee father of a happy line."
079:01,112['  ]| To this the god: 
079:01,112@w   | "'T is yours, O queen, to will
079:01,113@w   | The work which duty binds me to fulfil.
079:01,114@w   | These airy kingdoms, and this wide command,
079:01,115@w   | Are all the presents of your bounteous hand:
079:01,116@w   | Yours is my sov'reign's grace; and, as your guest,
079:01,117@w   | I sit with gods at their celestial feast;
079:01,118@w   | Raise tempests at your pleasure, or subdue;
079:01,119@w   | Dispose of empire, which I hold from you."
079:01,120['  ]| He said, and hurl'd against the mountain side
079:01,121['  ]| His quiv'ring spear, and all the god applied.
079:01,122['  ]| The raging winds rush thro' the hollow wound,
079:01,123['  ]| And dance aloft in air, and skim along the ground;
079:01,124['  ]| Then, settling on the sea, the surges sweep,
079:01,125['  ]| Raise liquid mountains, and disclose the deep.
079:01,126['  ]| South, East, and West with mix'd confusion roar,
079:01,127['  ]| And roll the foaming billows to the shore.
079:01,128['  ]| The cables crack; the sailors' fearful cries
079:01,129['  ]| Ascend; and sable night involves the skies;
079:01,130['  ]| And heav'n itself is ravish'd from their eyes.
079:01,131['  ]| Loud peals of thunder from the poles ensue;
079:01,132['  ]| Then flashing fires the transient light renew;
079:01,133['  ]| The face of things a frightful image bears,
079:01,134['  ]| And present death in various forms appears.
079:01,135['  ]| Struck with unusual fright, the Trojan chief,
079:01,136['  ]| With lifted hands and eyes, invokes relief;
079:01,137['  ]| And, 
079:01,137@a   | "Thrice and four times happy those," 
079:01,137['  ]| he cried,
079:01,138@a   | "That under Ilian walls before their parents died!
079:01,139@a   | Tydides, bravest of the Grecian train!
079:01,140@a   | Why could not I by that strong arm be slain,
079:01,141@a   | And lie by noble Hector on the plain,
079:01,142@a   | Or great Sarpedon, in those bloody fields
079:01,143@a   | Where Simois rolls the bodies and the shields
079:01,144@a   | Of heroes, whose dismember'd hands yet bear
079:01,145@a   | The dart aloft, and clench the pointed spear!"
079:01,146['  ]| Thus while the pious prince his fate bewails,
079:01,147['  ]| Fierce Boreas drove against his flying sails,
079:01,148['  ]| And rent the sheets; the raging billows rise,
079:01,149['  ]| And mount the tossing vessel to the skies:
079:01,150['  ]| Nor can the shiv'ring oars sustain the blow;
079:01,151['  ]| The galley gives her side, and turns her prow;
079:01,152['  ]| While those astern, descending down the steep,
079:01,153['  ]| Thro' gaping waves behold the boiling deep.
079:01,154['  ]| Three ships were hurried by the southern blast,
079:01,155['  ]| And on the secret shelves with fury cast.
079:01,156['  ]| Those hidden rocks th' Ausonian sailors knew:
079:01,157['  ]| They call'd them Altars, when they rose in view,
079:01,158['  ]| And show'd their spacious backs above the flood.
079:01,159['  ]| Three more fierce Eurus, in his angry mood,
079:01,160['  ]| Dash'd on the shallows of the moving sand,
079:01,161['  ]| And in mid ocean left them moor'd aland.
079:01,162['  ]| Orontes' bark, that bore the Lycian crew,
079:01,163['  ]| (A horrid sight!) ev'n in the hero's view,
079:01,164['  ]| From stem to stern by waves was overborne:
079:01,165['  ]| The trembling pilot, from his rudder torn,
079:01,166['  ]| Was headlong hurl'd; thrice round the ship was toss'd,
079:01,167['  ]| Then bulg'd at once, and in the deep was lost;
079:01,168['  ]| And here and there above the waves were seen
079:01,169['  ]| Arms, pictures, precious goods, and floating men.
079:01,170['  ]| The stoutest vessel to the storm gave way,
079:01,171['  ]| And suck'd thro' loosen'd planks the rushing sea.
079:01,172['  ]| Ilioneus was her chief: Alethes old,
079:01,173['  ]| Achates faithful, Abas young and bold,
079:01,174['  ]| Endur'd not less; their ships, with gaping seams,
079:01,175['  ]| Admit the deluge of the briny streams.
079:01,176['  ]| Meantime imperial Neptune heard the sound
079:01,177['  ]| Of raging billows breaking on the ground.
079:01,178['  ]| Displeas'd, and fearing for his wat'ry reign,
079:01,179['  ]| He rear'd his awful head above the main,
079:01,180['  ]| Serene in majesty; then roll'd his eyes
079:01,181['  ]| Around the space of earth, and seas, and skies.
079:01,182['  ]| He saw the Trojan fleet dispers'd, distress'd,
079:01,183['  ]| By stormy winds and wintry heav'n oppress'd.
079:01,184['  ]| Full well the god his sister's envy knew,
079:01,185['  ]| And what her aims and what her arts pursue.
079:01,186['  ]| He summon'd Eurus and the western blast,
079:01,187['  ]| And first an angry glance on both he cast;
079:01,188['  ]| Then thus rebuk'd: 
079:01,188@d   | "Audacious winds! from whence
079:01,189@d   | This bold attempt, this rebel insolence?
079:01,190@d   | Is it for you to ravage seas and land,
079:01,191@d   | Unauthoriz'd by my supreme command?
079:01,192@d   | To raise such mountains on the troubled main?
079:01,193@d   | Whom I ~~ but first 't is fit the billows to restrain;
079:01,194@d   | And then you shall be taught obedience to my reign.
079:01,195@d   | Hence! to your lord my royal mandate bear ~~
079:01,196@d   | The realms of ocean and the fields of air
079:01,197@d   | Are mine, not his. By fatal lot to me
079:01,198@d   | The liquid empire fell, and trident of the sea.
079:01,199@d   | His pow'r to hollow caverns is confin'd:
079:01,200@d   | There let him reign, the jailer of the wind,
079:01,201@d   | With hoarse commands his breathing subjects call,
079:01,202@d   | And boast and bluster in his empty hall."
079:01,203['  ]| He spoke; and, while he spoke, he smooth'd the sea,
079:01,204['  ]| Dispell'd the darkness, and restor'd the day.
079:01,205['  ]| Cymothoe, Triton, and the sea-green train
079:01,206['  ]| Of beauteous nymphs, the daughters of the main,
079:01,207['  ]| Clear from the rocks the vessels with their hands:
079:01,208['  ]| The god himself with ready trident stands,
079:01,209['  ]| And opes the deep, and spreads the moving sands;
079:01,210['  ]| Then heaves them off the shoals. Where'er he guides
079:01,211['  ]| His finny coursers and in triumph rides,
079:01,212['  ]| The waves unruffle and the sea subsides.
079:01,213['  ]| As, when in tumults rise th' ignoble crowd,
079:01,214['  ]| Mad are their motions, and their tongues are loud;
079:01,215['  ]| And stones and brands in rattling volleys fly,
079:01,216['  ]| And all the rustic arms that fury can supply:
079:01,217['  ]| If then some grave and pious man appear,
079:01,218['  ]| They hush their noise, and lend a list'ning ear;
079:01,219['  ]| He soothes with sober words their angry mood,
079:01,220['  ]| And quenches their innate desire of blood:
079:01,221['  ]| So, when the Father of the Flood appears,
079:01,222['  ]| And o'er the seas his sov'reign trident rears,
079:01,223['  ]| Their fury falls: he skims the liquid plains,
079:01,224['  ]| High on his chariot, and, with loosen'd reins,
079:01,225['  ]| Majestic moves along, and awful peace maintains.
079:01,226['  ]| The weary Trojans ply their shatter'd oars
079:01,227['  ]| To nearest land, and make the Libyan shores.
079:01,228['  ]| Within a long recess there lies a bay:
079:01,229['  ]| An island shades it from the rolling sea,
079:01,230['  ]| And forms a port secure for ships to ride;
079:01,231['  ]| Broke by the jutting land, on either side,
079:01,232['  ]| In double streams the briny waters glide.
079:01,233['  ]| Betwixt two rows of rocks a sylvan scene
079:01,234['  ]| Appears above, and groves for ever green:
079:01,235['  ]| A grot is form'd beneath, with mossy seats,
079:01,236['  ]| To rest the Nereids, and exclude the heats.
079:01,237['  ]| Down thro' the crannies of the living walls
079:01,238['  ]| The crystal streams descend in murm'ring falls:
079:01,239['  ]| No haulsers need to bind the vessels here,
079:01,240['  ]| Nor bearded anchors; for no storms they fear.
079:01,241['  ]| Sev'n ships within this happy harbor meet,
079:01,242['  ]| The thin remainders of the scatter'd fleet.
079:01,243['  ]| The Trojans, worn with toils, and spent with woes,
079:01,244['  ]| Leap on the welcome land, and seek their wish'd repose.
079:01,245['  ]| First, good Achates, with repeated strokes
079:01,246['  ]| Of clashing flints, their hidden fire provokes:
079:01,247['  ]| Short flame succeeds; a bed of wither'd leaves
079:01,248['  ]| The dying sparkles in their fall receives:
079:01,249['  ]| Caught into life, in fiery fumes they rise,
079:01,250['  ]| And, fed with stronger food, invade the skies.
079:01,251['  ]| The Trojans, dropping wet, or stand around
079:01,252['  ]| The cheerful blaze, or lie along the ground:
079:01,253['  ]| Some dry their corn, infected with the brine,
079:01,254['  ]| Then grind with marbles, and prepare to dine.
079:01,255['  ]| AEneas climbs the mountain's airy brow,
079:01,256['  ]| And takes a prospect of the seas below,
079:01,257['  ]| If Capys thence, or Antheus he could spy,
079:01,258['  ]| Or see the streamers of Caicus fly.
079:01,259['  ]| No vessels were in view; but, on the plain,
079:01,260['  ]| Three beamy stags command a lordly train
079:01,261['  ]| Of branching heads: the more ignoble throng
079:01,262['  ]| Attend their stately steps, and slowly graze along.
079:01,263['  ]| He stood; and, while secure they fed below,
079:01,264['  ]| He took the quiver and the trusty bow
079:01,265['  ]| Achates us'd to bear: the leaders first
079:01,266['  ]| He laid along, and then the vulgar pierc'd;
079:01,267['  ]| Nor ceas'd his arrows, till the shady plain
079:01,268['  ]| Sev'n mighty bodies with their blood distain.
079:01,269['  ]| For the sev'n ships he made an equal share,
079:01,270['  ]| And to the port return'd, triumphant from the war.
079:01,271['  ]| The jars of gen'rous wine (Acestes' gift,
079:01,272['  ]| When his Trinacrian shores the navy left)
079:01,273['  ]| He set abroach, and for the feast prepar'd,
079:01,274['  ]| In equal portions with the ven'son shar'd.
079:01,275['  ]| Thus while he dealt it round, the pious chief
079:01,276['  ]| With cheerful words allay'd the common grief:
079:01,277@a   | "Endure, and conquer! Jove will soon dispose
079:01,278@a   | To future good our past and present woes.
079:01,279@a   | With me, the rocks of Scylla you have tried;
079:01,280@a   | Th' inhuman Cyclops and his den defied.
079:01,281@a   | What greater ills hereafter can you bear?
079:01,282@a   | Resume your courage and dismiss your care,
079:01,283@a   | An hour will come, with pleasure to relate
079:01,284@a   | Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
079:01,285@a   | Thro' various hazards and events, we move
079:01,286@a   | To Latium and the realms foredoom'd by Jove.
079:01,287@a   | Call'd to the seat (the promise of the skies)
079:01,288@a   | Where Trojan kingdoms once again may rise,
079:01,289@a   | Endure the hardships of your present state;
079:01,290@a   | Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate."
079:01,291['  ]| These words he spoke, but spoke not from his heart;
079:01,292['  ]| His outward smiles conceal'd his inward smart.
079:01,293['  ]| The jolly crew, unmindful of the past,
079:01,294['  ]| The quarry share, their plenteous dinner haste.
079:01,295['  ]| Some strip the skin; some portion out the spoil;
079:01,296['  ]| The limbs, yet trembling, in the caldrons boil;
079:01,297['  ]| Some on the fire the reeking entrails broil.
079:01,298['  ]| Stretch'd on the grassy turf, at ease they dine,
079:01,299['  ]| Restore their strength with meat, and cheer their souls with wine.
079:01,300['  ]| Their hunger thus appeas'd, their care attends
079:01,301['  ]| The doubtful fortune of their absent friends:
079:01,302['  ]| Alternate hopes and fears their minds possess,
079:01,303['  ]| Whether to deem 'em dead, or in distress.
079:01,304['  ]| Above the rest, AEneas mourns the fate
079:01,305['  ]| Of brave Orontes, and th' uncertain state
079:01,306['  ]| Of Gyas, Lycus, and of Amycus.
079:01,307['  ]| The day, but not their sorrows, ended thus.
079:01,308['  ]| When, from aloft, almighty Jove surveys
079:01,309['  ]| Earth, air, and shores, and navigable seas,
079:01,310['  ]| At length on Libyan realms he fix'd his eyes ~~ 
079:01,311['  ]| Whom, pond'ring thus on human miseries,
079:01,312['  ]| When Venus saw, she with a lowly look,
079:01,313['  ]| Not free from tears, her heav'nly sire bespoke:
079:01,314@e   | "O King of Gods and Men! whose awful hand
079:01,315@e   | Disperses thunder on the seas and land,
079:01,316@e   | Disposing all with absolute command;
079:01,317@e   | How could my pious son thy pow'r incense?
079:01,318@e   | Or what, alas! is vanish'd Troy's offense?
079:01,319@e   | Our hope of Italy not only lost,
079:01,320@e   | On various seas by various tempests toss'd,
079:01,321@e   | But shut from ev'ry shore, and barr'd from ev'ry coast.
079:01,322@e   | You promis'd once, a progeny divine
079:01,323@e   | Of Romans, rising from the Trojan line,
079:01,324@e   | In after times should hold the world in awe,
079:01,325@e   | And to the land and ocean give the law.
079:01,326@e   | How is your doom revers'd, which eas'd my care
079:01,327@e   | When Troy was ruin'd in that cruel war?
079:01,328@e   | Then fates to fates I could oppose; but now,
079:01,329@e   | When Fortune still pursues her former blow,
079:01,330@e   | What can I hope? What worse can still succeed?
079:01,331@e   | What end of labors has your will decreed?
079:01,332@e   | Antenor, from the midst of Grecian hosts,
079:01,333@e   | Could pass secure, and pierce th' Illyrian coasts,
079:01,334@e   | Where, rolling down the steep, Timavus raves
079:01,335@e   | And thro' nine channels disembogues his waves.
079:01,336@e   | At length he founded Padua's happy seat,
079:01,337@e   | And gave his Trojans a secure retreat;
079:01,338@e   | There fix'd their arms, and there renew'd their name,
079:01,339@e   | And there in quiet rules, and crown'd with fame.
079:01,340@e   | But we, descended from your sacred line,
079:01,341@e   | Entitled to your heav'n and rites divine,
079:01,342@e   | Are banish'd earth; and, for the wrath of one,
079:01,343@e   | Remov'd from Latium and the promis'd throne.
079:01,344@e   | Are these our scepters? these our due rewards?
079:01,345@e   | And is it thus that Jove his plighted faith regards?"
079:01,346['  ]| To whom the Father of th' immortal race,
079:01,347['  ]| Smiling with that serene indulgent face,
079:01,348['  ]| With which he drives the clouds and clears the skies,
079:01,349['  ]| First gave a holy kiss; then thus replies:
079:01,350@d   | "Daughter, dismiss thy fears; to thy desire
079:01,351@d   | The fates of thine are fix'd, and stand entire.
079:01,352@d   | Thou shalt behold thy wish'd Lavinian walls;
079:01,353@d   | And, ripe for heav'n, when fate AEneas calls,
079:01,354@d   | Then shalt thou bear him up, sublime, to me:
079:01,355@d   | No councils have revers'd my firm decree.
079:01,356@d   | And, lest new fears disturb thy happy state,
079:01,357@d   | Know, I have search'd the mystic rolls of Fate:
079:01,358@d   | Thy son (nor is th' appointed season far)
079:01,359@d   | In Italy shall wage successful war,
079:01,360@d   | Shall tame fierce nations in the bloody field,
079:01,361@d   | And sov'reign laws impose, and cities build,
079:01,362@d   | Till, after ev'ry foe subdued, the sun
079:01,363@d   | Thrice thro' the signs his annual race shall run:
079:01,364@d   | This is his time prefix'd. Ascanius then,
079:01,365@d   | Now call'd Iulus, shall begin his reign.
079:01,366@d   | He thirty rolling years the crown shall wear,
079:01,367@d   | Then from Lavinium shall the seat transfer,
079:01,368@d   | And, with hard labor, Alba Longa build.
079:01,369@d   | The throne with his succession shall be fill'd
079:01,370@d   | Three hundred circuits more: then shall be seen
079:01,371@d   | Ilia the fair, a priestess and a queen,
079:01,372@d   | Who, full of Mars, in time, with kindly throes,
079:01,373@d   | Shall at a birth two goodly boys disclose.
079:01,374@d   | The royal babes a tawny wolf shall drain:
079:01,375@d   | Then Romulus his grandsire's throne shall gain,
079:01,376@d   | Of martial tow'rs the founder shall become,
079:01,377@d   | The people Romans call, the city Rome.
079:01,378@d   | To them no bounds of empire I assign,
079:01,379@d   | Nor term of years to their immortal line.
079:01,380@d   | Ev'n haughty Juno, who, with endless broils,
079:01,381@d   | Earth, seas, and heav'n, and Jove himself turmoils;
079:01,382@d   | At length aton'd, her friendly pow'r shall join,
079:01,383@d   | To cherish and advance the Trojan line.
079:01,384@d   | The subject world shall Rome's dominion own,
079:01,385@d   | And, prostrate, shall adore the nation of the gown.
079:01,386@d   | An age is ripening in revolving fate
079:01,387@d   | When Troy shall overturn the Grecian state,
079:01,388@d   | And sweet revenge her conqu'ring sons shall call,
079:01,389@d   | To crush the people that conspir'd her fall.
079:01,390@d   | Then Caesar from the Julian stock shall rise,
079:01,391@d   | Whose empire ocean, and whose fame the skies
079:01,392@d   | Alone shall bound; whom, fraught with eastern spoils,
079:01,393@d   | Our heav'n, the just reward of human toils,
079:01,394@d   | Securely shall repay with rites divine;
079:01,395@d   | And incense shall ascend before his sacred shrine.
079:01,396@d   | Then dire debate and impious war shall cease,
079:01,397@d   | And the stern age be soften'd into peace:
079:01,398@d   | Then banish'd Faith shall once again return,
079:01,399@d   | And Vestal fires in hallow'd temples burn;
079:01,400@d   | And Remus with Quirinus shall sustain
079:01,401@d   | The righteous laws, and fraud and force restrain.
079:01,402@d   | Janus himself before his fane shall wait,
079:01,403@d   | And keep the dreadful issues of his gate,
079:01,404@d   | With bolts and iron bars: within remains
079:01,405@d   | Imprison'd Fury, bound in brazen chains;
079:01,406@d   | High on a trophy rais'd, of useless arms,
079:01,407@d   | He sits, and threats the world with vain alarms."
079:01,408['  ]| He said, and sent Cyllenius with command
079:01,409['  ]| To free the ports, and ope the Punic land
079:01,410['  ]| To Trojan guests; lest, ignorant of fate,
079:01,411['  ]| The queen might force them from her town and state.
079:01,412['  ]| Down from the steep of heav'n Cyllenius flies,
079:01,413['  ]| And cleaves with all his wings the yielding skies.
079:01,414['  ]| Soon on the Libyan shore descends the god,
079:01,415['  ]| Performs his message, and displays his rod:
079:01,416['  ]| The surly murmurs of the people cease;
079:01,417['  ]| And, as the fates requir'd, they give the peace:
079:01,418['  ]| The queen herself suspends the rigid laws,
079:01,419['  ]| The Trojans pities, and protects their cause.
079:01,420['  ]| Meantime, in shades of night AEneas lies:
079:01,421['  ]| Care seiz'd his soul, and sleep forsook his eyes.
079:01,422['  ]| But, when the sun restor'd the cheerful day,
079:01,423['  ]| He rose, the coast and country to survey,
079:01,424['  ]| Anxious and eager to discover more.
079:01,425['  ]| It look'd a wild uncultivated shore;
079:01,426['  ]| But, whether humankind, or beasts alone
079:01,427['  ]| Possess'd the new-found region, was unknown.
079:01,428['  ]| Beneath a ledge of rocks his fleet he hides:
079:01,429['  ]| Tall trees surround the mountain's shady sides;
079:01,430['  ]| The bending brow above a safe retreat provides.
079:01,431['  ]| Arm'd with two pointed darts, he leaves his friends,
079:01,432['  ]| And true Achates on his steps attends.
079:01,433['  ]| Lo! in the deep recesses of the wood,
079:01,434['  ]| Before his eyes his goddess mother stood:
079:01,435['  ]| A huntress in her habit and her mien;
079:01,436['  ]| Her dress a maid, her air confess'd a queen.
079:01,437['  ]| Bare were her knees, and knots her garments bind;
079:01,438['  ]| Loose was her hair, and wanton'd in the wind;
079:01,439['  ]| Her hand sustain'd a bow; her quiver hung behind.
079:01,440['  ]| She seem'd a virgin of the Spartan blood:
079:01,441['  ]| With such array Harpalyce bestrode
079:01,442['  ]| Her Thracian courser and outstripp'd the rapid flood.
079:01,443@e   | "Ho, strangers! have you lately seen," 
079:01,443['  ]| she said,
079:01,444@e   | "One of my sisters, like myself array'd,
079:01,445@e   | Who cross'd the lawn, or in the forest stray'd?
079:01,446@e   | A painted quiver at her back she bore;
079:01,447@e   | Varied with spots, a lynx's hide she wore;
079:01,448@e   | And at full cry pursued the tusky boar."
079:01,449['  ]| Thus Venus: thus her son replied again:
079:01,450@a   | "None of your sisters have we heard or seen,
079:01,451@a   | O virgin! or what other name you bear
079:01,452@a   | Above that style ~~ O more than mortal fair!
079:01,453@a   | Your voice and mien celestial birth betray!
079:01,454@a   | If, as you seem, the sister of the day,
079:01,455@a   | Or one at least of chaste Diana's train,
079:01,456@a   | Let not an humble suppliant sue in vain;
079:01,457@a   | But tell a stranger, long in tempests toss'd,
079:01,458@a   | What earth we tread, and who commands the coast?
079:01,459@a   | Then on your name shall wretched mortals call,
079:01,460@a   | And offer'd victims at your altars fall."
079:01,461@e   | "I dare not," 
079:01,461['  ]| she replied, 
079:01,461@e   | "assume the name
079:01,462@e   | Of goddess, or celestial honors claim:
079:01,463@e   | For Tyrian virgins bows and quivers bear,
079:01,464@e   | And purple buskins o'er their ankles wear.
079:01,465@e   | Know, gentle youth, in Libyan lands you are ~~ 
079:01,466@e   | A people rude in peace, and rough in war.
079:01,467@e   | The rising city, which from far you see,
079:01,468@e   | Is Carthage, and a Tyrian colony.
079:01,469@e   | Phoenician Dido rules the growing state,
079:01,470@e   | Who fled from Tyre, to shun her brother's hate.
079:01,471@e   | Great were her wrongs, her story full of fate;
079:01,472@e   | Which I will sum in short. Sichaeus, known
079:01,473@e   | For wealth, and brother to the Punic throne,
079:01,474@e   | Possess'd fair Dido's bed; and either heart
079:01,475@e   | At once was wounded with an equal dart.
079:01,476@e   | Her father gave her, yet a spotless maid;
079:01,477@e   | Pygmalion then the Tyrian scepter sway'd:
079:01,478@e   | One who contemn'd divine and human laws.
079:01,479@e   | Then strife ensued, and cursed gold the cause.
079:01,480@e   | The monarch, blinded with desire of wealth,
079:01,481@e   | With steel invades his brother's life by stealth;
079:01,482@e   | Before the sacred altar made him bleed,
079:01,483@e   | And long from her conceal'd the cruel deed.
079:01,484@e   | Some tale, some new pretense, he daily coin'd,
079:01,485@e   | To soothe his sister, and delude her mind.
079:01,486@e   | At length, in dead of night, the ghost appears
079:01,487@e   | Of her unhappy lord: the specter stares,
079:01,488@e   | And, with erected eyes, his bloody bosom bares.
079:01,489@e   | The cruel altars and his fate he tells,
079:01,490@e   | And the dire secret of his house reveals,
079:01,491@e   | Then warns the widow, with her household gods,
079:01,492@e   | To seek a refuge in remote abodes.
079:01,493@e   | Last, to support her in so long a way,
079:01,494@e   | He shows her where his hidden treasure lay.
079:01,495@e   | Admonish'd thus, and seiz'd with mortal fright,
079:01,496@e   | The queen provides companions of her flight:
079:01,497@e   | They meet, and all combine to leave the state,
079:01,498@e   | Who hate the tyrant, or who fear his hate.
079:01,499@e   | They seize a fleet, which ready rigg'd they find;
079:01,500@e   | Nor is Pygmalion's treasure left behind.
079:01,501@e   | The vessels, heavy laden, put to sea
079:01,502@e   | With prosp'rous winds; a woman leads the way.
079:01,503@e   | I know not, if by stress of weather driv'n,
079:01,504@e   | Or was their fatal course dispos'd by Heav'n;
079:01,505@e   | At last they landed, where from far your eyes
079:01,506@e   | May view the turrets of new Carthage rise;
079:01,507@e   | There bought a space of ground, which (Byrsa call'd,
079:01,508@e   | From the bull's hide) they first inclos'd, and wall'd.
079:01,509@e   | But whence are you? what country claims your birth?
079:01,510@e   | What seek you, strangers, on our Libyan earth?"
079:01,511['  ]| To whom, with sorrow streaming from his eyes,
079:01,512['  ]| And deeply sighing, thus her son replies:
079:01,513@a   | "Could you with patience hear, or I relate,
079:01,514@a   | O nymph, the tedious annals of our fate!
079:01,515@a   | Thro' such a train of woes if I should run,
079:01,516@a   | The day would sooner than the tale be done!
079:01,517@a   | From ancient Troy, by force expell'd, we came ~~ 
079:01,518@a   | If you by chance have heard the Trojan name.
079:01,519@a   | On various seas by various tempests toss'd,
079:01,520@a   | At length we landed on your Libyan coast.
079:01,521@a   | The good AEneas am I call'd ~~ a name,
079:01,522@a   | While Fortune favor'd, not unknown to fame.
079:01,523@a   | My household gods, companions of my woes,
079:01,524@a   | With pious care I rescued from our foes.
079:01,525@a   | To fruitful Italy my course was bent;
079:01,526@a   | And from the King of Heav'n is my descent.
079:01,527@a   | With twice ten sail I cross'd the Phrygian sea;
079:01,528@a   | Fate and my mother goddess led my way.
079:01,529@a   | Scarce sev'n, the thin remainders of my fleet,
079:01,530@a   | From storms preserv'd, within your harbor meet.
079:01,531@a   | Myself distress'd, an exile, and unknown,
079:01,532@a   | Debarr'd from Europe, and from Asia thrown,
079:01,533@a   | In Libyan desarts wander thus alone."
079:01,534['  ]| His tender parent could no longer bear;
079:01,535['  ]| But, interposing, sought to soothe his care.
079:01,536@e   | "Whoe'er you are ~~ not unbelov'd by Heav'n,
079:01,537@e   | Since on our friendly shore your ships are driv'n ~~ 
079:01,538@e   | Have courage: to the gods permit the rest,
079:01,539@e   | And to the queen expose your just request.
079:01,540@e   | Now take this earnest of success, for more:
079:01,541@e   | Your scatter'd fleet is join'd upon the shore;
079:01,542@e   | The winds are chang'd, your friends from danger free;
079:01,543@e   | Or I renounce my skill in augury.
079:01,544@e   | Twelve swans behold in beauteous order move,
079:01,545@e   | And stoop with closing pinions from above;
079:01,546@e   | Whom late the bird of Jove had driv'n along,
079:01,547@e   | And thro' the clouds pursued the scatt'ring throng:
079:01,548@e   | Now, all united in a goodly team,
079:01,549@e   | They skim the ground, and seek the quiet stream.
079:01,550@e   | As they, with joy returning, clap their wings,
079:01,551@e   | And ride the circuit of the skies in rings;
079:01,552@e   | Not otherwise your ships, and ev'ry friend,
079:01,553@e   | Already hold the port, or with swift sails descend.
079:01,554@e   | No more advice is needful; but pursue
079:01,555@e   | The path before you, and the town in view."
079:01,556['  ]| Thus having said, she turn'd, and made appear
079:01,557['  ]| Her neck refulgent, and dishevel'd hair,
079:01,558['  ]| Which, flowing from her shoulders, reach'd the ground.
079:01,559['  ]| And widely spread ambrosial scents around:
079:01,560['  ]| In length of train descends her sweeping gown;
079:01,561['  ]| And, by her graceful walk, the Queen of Love is known.
079:01,562['  ]| The prince pursued the parting deity
079:01,563['  ]| With words like these: 
079:01,563@a   | "Ah! whither do you fly?
079:01,564@a   | Unkind and cruel! to deceive your son
079:01,565@a   | In borrow'd shapes, and his embrace to shun;
079:01,566@a   | Never to bless my sight, but thus unknown;
079:01,567@a   | And still to speak in accents not your own."
079:01,568['  ]| Against the goddess these complaints he made,
079:01,569['  ]| But took the path, and her commands obey'd.
079:01,570['  ]| They march, obscure; for Venus kindly shrouds
079:01,571['  ]| With mists their persons, and involves in clouds,
079:01,572['  ]| That, thus unseen, their passage none might stay,
079:01,573['  ]| Or force to tell the causes of their way.
079:01,574['  ]| This part perform'd, the goddess flies sublime
079:01,575['  ]| To visit Paphos and her native clime;
079:01,576['  ]| Where garlands, ever green and ever fair,
079:01,577['  ]| With vows are offer'd, and with solemn pray'r:
079:01,578['  ]| A hundred altars in her temple smoke;
079:01,579['  ]| A thousand bleeding hearts her pow'r invoke.
079:01,580['  ]| They climb the next ascent, and, looking down,
079:01,581['  ]| Now at a nearer distance view the town.
079:01,582['  ]| The prince with wonder sees the stately tow'rs,
079:01,583['  ]| Which late were huts and shepherds' homely bow'rs,
079:01,584['  ]| The gates and streets; and hears, from ev'ry part,
079:01,585['  ]| The noise and busy concourse of the mart.
079:01,586['  ]| The toiling Tyrians on each other call
079:01,587['  ]| To ply their labor: some extend the wall;
079:01,588['  ]| Some build the citadel; the brawny throng
079:01,589['  ]| Or dig, or push unwieldly stones along.
079:01,590['  ]| Some for their dwellings choose a spot of ground,
079:01,591['  ]| Which, first design'd, with ditches they surround.
079:01,592['  ]| Some laws ordain; and some attend the choice
079:01,593['  ]| Of holy senates, and elect by voice.
079:01,594['  ]| Here some design a mole, while others there
079:01,595['  ]| Lay deep foundations for a theater;
079:01,596['  ]| From marble quarries mighty columns hew,
079:01,597['  ]| For ornaments of scenes, and future view.
079:01,598['  ]| Such is their toil, and such their busy pains,
079:01,599['  ]| As exercise the bees in flow'ry plains,
079:01,600['  ]| When winter past, and summer scarce begun,
079:01,601['  ]| Invites them forth to labor in the sun;
079:01,602['  ]| Some lead their youth abroad, while some condense
079:01,603['  ]| Their liquid store, and some in cells dispense;
079:01,604['  ]| Some at the gate stand ready to receive
079:01,605['  ]| The golden burthen, and their friends relieve;
079:01,606['  ]| All with united force, combine to drive
079:01,607['  ]| The lazy drones from the laborious hive:
079:01,608['  ]| With envy stung, they view each other's deeds;
079:01,609['  ]| The fragrant work with diligence proceeds.
079:01,610@a   | "Thrice happy you, whose walls already rise!"
079:01,611['  ]| AEneas said, and view'd, with lifted eyes,
079:01,612['  ]| Their lofty tow'rs; then, ent'ring at the gate,
079:01,613['  ]| Conceal'd in clouds (prodigious to relate)
079:01,614['  ]| He mix'd, unmark'd, among the busy throng,
079:01,615['  ]| Borne by the tide, and pass'd unseen along.
079:01,616['  ]| Full in the center of the town there stood,
079:01,617['  ]| Thick set with trees, a venerable wood.
079:01,618['  ]| The Tyrians, landing near this holy ground,
079:01,619['  ]| And digging here, a prosp'rous omen found:
079:01,620['  ]| From under earth a courser's head they drew,
079:01,621['  ]| Their growth and future fortune to foreshew.
079:01,622['  ]| This fated sign their foundress Juno gave,
079:01,623['  ]| Of a soil fruitful, and a people brave.
079:01,624['  ]| Sidonian Dido here with solemn state
079:01,625['  ]| Did Juno's temple build, and consecrate,
079:01,626['  ]| Enrich'd with gifts, and with a golden shrine;
079:01,627['  ]| But more the goddess made the place divine.
079:01,628['  ]| On brazen steps the marble threshold rose,
079:01,629['  ]| And brazen plates the cedar beams inclose:
079:01,630['  ]| The rafters are with brazen cov'rings crown'd;
079:01,631['  ]| The lofty doors on brazen hinges sound.
079:01,632['  ]| What first AEneas in this place beheld,
079:01,633['  ]| Reviv'd his courage, and his fear expell'd.
079:01,634['  ]| For while, expecting there the queen, he rais'd
079:01,635['  ]| His wond'ring eyes, and round the temple gaz'd,
079:01,636['  ]| Admir'd the fortune of the rising town,
079:01,637['  ]| The striving artists, and their arts' renown;
079:01,638['  ]| He saw, in order painted on the wall,
079:01,639['  ]| Whatever did unhappy Troy befall:
079:01,640['  ]| The wars that fame around the world had blown,
079:01,641['  ]| All to the life, and ev'ry leader known.
079:01,642['  ]| There Agamemnon, Priam here, he spies,
079:01,643['  ]| And fierce Achilles, who both kings defies.
079:01,644['  ]| He stopp'd, and weeping said: 
079:01,644@a   | "O friend! ev'n here
079:01,645@a   | The monuments of Trojan woes appear!
079:01,646@a   | Our known disasters fill ev'n foreign lands:
079:01,647@a   | See there, where old unhappy Priam stands!
079:01,648@a   | Ev'n the mute walls relate the warrior's fame,
079:01,649@a   | And Trojan griefs the Tyrians' pity claim."
079:01,650['  ]| He said (his tears a ready passage find),
079:01,651['  ]| Devouring what he saw so well design'd,
079:01,652['  ]| And with an empty picture fed his mind:
079:01,653['  ]| For there he saw the fainting Grecians yield,
079:01,654['  ]| And here the trembling Trojans quit the field,
079:01,655['  ]| Pursued by fierce Achilles thro' the plain,
079:01,656['  ]| On his high chariot driving o'er the slain.
079:01,657['  ]| The tents of Rhesus next his grief renew,
079:01,658['  ]| By their white sails betray'd to nightly view;
079:01,659['  ]| And wakeful Diomede, whose cruel sword
079:01,660['  ]| The sentries slew, nor spar'd their slumb'ring lord,
079:01,661['  ]| Then took the fiery steeds, ere yet the food
079:01,662['  ]| Of Troy they taste, or drink the Xanthian flood.
079:01,663['  ]| Elsewhere he saw where Troilus defied
079:01,664['  ]| Achilles, and unequal combat tried;
079:01,665['  ]| Then, where the boy disarm'd, with loosen'd reins,
079:01,666['  ]| Was by his horses hurried o'er the plains,
079:01,667['  ]| Hung by the neck and hair, and dragg'd around:
079:01,668['  ]| The hostile spear, yet sticking in his wound,
079:01,669['  ]| With tracks of blood inscrib'd the dusty ground.
079:01,670['  ]| Meantime the Trojan dames, oppress'd with woe,
079:01,671['  ]| To Pallas' fane in long procession go,
079:01,672['  ]| In hopes to reconcile their heav'nly foe.
079:01,673['  ]| They weep, they beat their breasts, they rend their hair,
079:01,674['  ]| And rich embroider'd vests for presents bear;
079:01,675['  ]| But the stern goddess stands unmov'd with pray'r.
079:01,676['  ]| Thrice round the Trojan walls Achilles drew
079:01,677['  ]| The corpse of Hector, whom in fight he slew.
079:01,678['  ]| Here Priam sues; and there, for sums of gold,
079:01,679['  ]| The lifeless body of his son is sold.
079:01,680['  ]| So sad an object, and so well express'd,
079:01,681['  ]| Drew sighs and groans from the griev'd hero's breast,
079:01,682['  ]| To see the figure of his lifeless friend,
079:01,683['  ]| And his old sire his helpless hand extend.
079:01,684['  ]| Himself he saw amidst the Grecian train,
079:01,685['  ]| Mix'd in the bloody battle on the plain;
079:01,686['  ]| And swarthy Memnon in his arms he knew,
079:01,687['  ]| His pompous ensigns, and his Indian crew.
079:01,688['  ]| Penthisilea there, with haughty grace,
079:01,689['  ]| Leads to the wars an Amazonian race.
079:01,690['  ]| In their right hands a pointed dart they wield;
079:01,691['  ]| The left, for ward, sustains the lunar shield.
079:01,692['  ]| Athwart her breast a golden belt she throws,
079:01,693['  ]| Amidst the press alone provokes a thousand foes,
079:01,694['  ]| And dares her maiden arms to manly force oppose.
079:01,695['  ]| Thus while the Trojan prince employs his eyes,
079:01,696['  ]| Fix'd on the walls with wonder and surprise,
079:01,697['  ]| The beauteous Dido, with a num'rous train
079:01,698['  ]| And pomp of guards, ascends the sacred fane.
079:01,699['  ]| Such on Eurotas' banks, or Cynthus' height,
079:01,700['  ]| Diana seems; and so she charms the sight,
079:01,701['  ]| When in the dance the graceful goddess leads
079:01,702['  ]| The choir of nymphs, and overtops their heads:
079:01,703['  ]| Known by her quiver, and her lofty mien,
079:01,704['  ]| She walks majestic, and she looks their queen;
079:01,705['  ]| Latona sees her shine above the rest,
079:01,706['  ]| And feeds with secret joy her silent breast.
079:01,707['  ]| Such Dido was; with such becoming state,
079:01,708['  ]| Amidst the crowd, she walks serenely great.
079:01,709['  ]| Their labor to her future sway she speeds,
079:01,710['  ]| And passing with a gracious glance proceeds;
079:01,711['  ]| Then mounts the throne, high plac'd before the shrine:
079:01,712['  ]| In crowds around, the swarming people join.
079:01,713['  ]| She takes petitions, and dispenses laws,
079:01,714['  ]| Hears and determines ev'ry private cause;
079:01,715['  ]| Their tasks in equal portions she divides,
079:01,716['  ]| And, where unequal, there by lots decides.
079:01,717['  ]| Another way by chance AEneas bends
079:01,718['  ]| His eyes, and unexpected sees his friends,
079:01,719['  ]| Antheus, Sergestus grave, Cloanthus strong,
079:01,720['  ]| And at their backs a mighty Trojan throng,
079:01,721['  ]| Whom late the tempest on the billows toss'd,
079:01,722['  ]| And widely scatter'd on another coast.
079:01,723['  ]| The prince, unseen, surpris'd with wonder stands,
079:01,724['  ]| And longs, with joyful haste, to join their hands;
079:01,725['  ]| But, doubtful of the wish'd event, he stays,
079:01,726['  ]| And from the hollow cloud his friends surveys,
079:01,727['  ]| Impatient till they told their present state,
079:01,728['  ]| And where they left their ships, and what their fate,
079:01,729['  ]| And why they came, and what was their request;
079:01,730['  ]| For these were sent, commission'd by the rest,
079:01,731['  ]| To sue for leave to land their sickly men,
079:01,732['  ]| And gain admission to the gracious queen.
079:01,733['  ]| Ent'ring, with cries they fill'd the holy fane;
079:01,734['  ]| Then thus, with lowly voice, Ilioneus began:
079:01,735[W  ]| "O queen! indulg'd by favor of the gods
079:01,736[W  ]| To found an empire in these new abodes,
079:01,737[W  ]| To build a town, with statutes to restrain
079:01,738[W  ]| The wild inhabitants beneath thy reign,
079:01,739[W  ]| We wretched Trojans, toss'd on ev'ry shore,
079:01,740[W  ]| From sea to sea, thy clemency implore.
079:01,741[W  ]| Forbid the fires our shipping to deface!
079:01,742[W  ]| Receive th' unhappy fugitives to grace,
079:01,743[W  ]| And spare the remnant of a pious race!
079:01,744[W  ]| We come not with design of wasteful prey,
079:01,745[W  ]| To drive the country, force the swains away:
079:01,746[W  ]| Nor such our strength, nor such is our desire;
079:01,747[W  ]| The vanquish'd dare not to such thoughts aspire.
079:01,748[W  ]| A land there is, Hesperia nam'd of old;
079:01,749[W  ]| The soil is fruitful, and the men are bold ~~ 
079:01,750[W  ]| Th' OEnotrians held it once ~~ by common fame
079:01,751[W  ]| Now call'd Italia, from the leader's name.
079:01,752[W  ]| To that sweet region was our voyage bent,
079:01,753[W  ]| When winds and ev'ry warring element
079:01,754[W  ]| Disturb'd our course, and, far from sight of land,
079:01,755[W  ]| Cast our torn vessels on the moving sand:
079:01,756[W  ]| The sea came on; the South, with mighty roar,
079:01,757[W  ]| Dispers'd and dash'd the rest upon the rocky shore.
079:01,758[W  ]| Those few you see escap'd the storm, and fear,
079:01,759[W  ]| Unless you interpose, a shipwreck here.
079:01,760[W  ]| What men, what monsters, what inhuman race,
079:01,761[W  ]| What laws, what barb'rous customs of the place,
079:01,762[W  ]| Shut up a desart shore to drowning men,
079:01,763[W  ]| And drive us to the cruel seas again?
079:01,764[W  ]| If our hard fortune no compassion draws,
079:01,765[W  ]| Nor hospitable rights, nor human laws,
079:01,766[W  ]| The gods are just, and will revenge our cause.
079:01,767[W  ]| AEneas was our prince: a juster lord,
079:01,768[W  ]| Or nobler warrior, never drew a sword;
079:01,769[W  ]| Observant of the right, religious of his word.
079:01,770[W  ]| If yet he lives, and draws this vital air,
079:01,771[W  ]| Nor we, his friends, of safety shall despair;
079:01,772[W  ]| Nor you, great queen, these offices repent,
079:01,773[W  ]| Which he will equal, and perhaps augment.
079:01,774[W  ]| We want not cities, nor Sicilian coasts,
079:01,775[W  ]| Where King Acestes Trojan lineage boasts.
079:01,776[W  ]| Permit our ships a shelter on your shores,
079:01,777[W  ]| Refitted from your woods with planks and oars,
079:01,778[W  ]| That, if our prince be safe, we may renew
079:01,779[W  ]| Our destin'd course, and Italy pursue.
079:01,780[W  ]| But if, O best of men, the Fates ordain
079:01,781[W  ]| That thou art swallow'd in the Libyan main,
079:01,782[W  ]| And if our young Iulus be no more,
079:01,783[W  ]| Dismiss our navy from your friendly shore,
079:01,784[W  ]| That we to good Acestes may return,
079:01,785[W  ]| And with our friends our common losses mourn."
079:01,786['  ]| Thus spoke Ilioneus: the Trojan crew
079:01,787['  ]| With cries and clamors his request renew.
079:01,788['  ]| The modest queen a while, with downcast eyes,
079:01,789['  ]| Ponder'd the speech; then briefly thus replies:
079:01,790[B  ]| "Trojans, dismiss your fears; my cruel fate,
079:01,791[B  ]| And doubts attending an unsettled state,
079:01,792[B  ]| Force me to guard my coast from foreign foes.
079:01,793[B  ]| Who has not heard the story of your woes,
079:01,794[B  ]| The name and fortune of your native place,
079:01,795[B  ]| The fame and valor of the Phrygian race?
079:01,796[B  ]| We Tyrians are not so devoid of sense,
079:01,797[B  ]| Nor so remote from Phoebus' influence.
079:01,798[B  ]| Whether to Latian shores your course is bent,
079:01,799[B  ]| Or, driv'n by tempests from your first intent,
079:01,800[B  ]| You seek the good Acestes' government,
079:01,801[B  ]| Your men shall be receiv'd, your fleet repair'd,
079:01,802[B  ]| And sail, with ships of convoy for your guard:
079:01,803[B  ]| Or, would you stay, and join your friendly pow'rs
079:01,804[B  ]| To raise and to defend the Tyrian tow'rs,
079:01,805[B  ]| My wealth, my city, and myself are yours.
079:01,806[B  ]| And would to Heav'n, the storm, you felt, would bring
079:01,807[B  ]| On Carthaginian coasts your wand'ring king.
079:01,808[B  ]| My people shall, by my command, explore
079:01,809[B  ]| The ports and creeks of ev'ry winding shore,
079:01,810[B  ]| And towns, and wilds, and shady woods, in quest
079:01,811[B  ]| Of so renown'd and so desir'd a guest."
079:01,812['  ]| Rais'd in his mind the Trojan hero stood,
079:01,813['  ]| And long'd to break from out his ambient cloud:
079:01,814['  ]| Achates found it, and thus urg'd his way:
079:01,815@f   | "From whence, O goddess-born, this long delay?
079:01,816@f   | What more can you desire, your welcome sure,
079:01,817@f   | Your fleet in safety, and your friends secure?
079:01,818@f   | One only wants; and him we saw in vain
079:01,819@f   | Oppose the storm, and swallow'd in the main.
079:01,820@f   | Orontes in his fate our forfeit paid;
079:01,821@f   | The rest agrees with what your mother said."
079:01,822['  ]| Scarce had he spoken, when the cloud gave way,
079:01,823['  ]| The mists flew upward and dissolv'd in day.
079:01,824['  ]| The Trojan chief appear'd in open sight,
079:01,825['  ]| August in visage, and serenely bright.
079:01,826['  ]| His mother goddess, with her hands divine,
079:01,827['  ]| Had form'd his curling locks, and made his temples shine,
079:01,828['  ]| And giv'n his rolling eyes a sparkling grace,
079:01,829['  ]| And breath'd a youthful vigor on his face;
079:01,830['  ]| Like polish'd iv'ry, beauteous to behold,
079:01,831['  ]| Or Parian marble, when enchas'd in gold:
079:01,832['  ]| Thus radiant from the circling cloud he broke,
079:01,833['  ]| And thus with manly modesty he spoke:
079:01,834@a   | "He whom you seek am I; by tempests toss'd,
079:01,835@a   | And sav'd from shipwreck on your Libyan coast;
079:01,836@a   | Presenting, gracious queen, before your throne,
079:01,837@a   | A prince that owes his life to you alone.
079:01,838@a   | Fair majesty, the refuge and redress
079:01,839@a   | Of those whom fate pursues, and wants oppress,
079:01,840@a   | You, who your pious offices employ
079:01,841@a   | To save the relics of abandon'd Troy;
079:01,842@a   | Receive the shipwreck'd on your friendly shore,
079:01,843@a   | With hospitable rites relieve the poor;
079:01,844@a   | Associate in your town a wand'ring train,
079:01,845@a   | And strangers in your palace entertain:
079:01,846@a   | What thanks can wretched fugitives return,
079:01,847@a   | Who, scatter'd thro' the world, in exile mourn?
079:01,848@a   | The gods, if gods to goodness are inclin'd;
079:01,849@a   | If acts of mercy touch their heav'nly mind,
079:01,850@a   | And, more than all the gods, your gen'rous heart,
079:01,851@a   | Conscious of worth, requite its own desert!
079:01,852@a   | In you this age is happy, and this earth,
079:01,853@a   | And parents more than mortal gave you birth.
079:01,854@a   | While rolling rivers into seas shall run,
079:01,855@a   | And round the space of heav'n the radiant sun;
079:01,856@a   | While trees the mountain tops with shades supply,
079:01,857@a   | Your honor, name, and praise shall never die.
079:01,858@a   | Whate'er abode my fortune has assign'd,
079:01,859@a   | Your image shall be present in my mind."
079:01,860['  ]| Thus having said, he turn'd with pious haste,
079:01,861['  ]| And joyful his expecting friends embrac'd:
079:01,862['  ]| With his right hand Ilioneus was grac'd,
079:01,863['  ]| Serestus with his left; then to his breast
079:01,864['  ]| Cloanthus and the noble Gyas press'd;
079:01,865['  ]| And so by turns descended to the rest.
079:01,866['  ]| The Tyrian queen stood fix'd upon his face,
079:01,867['  ]| Pleas'd with his motions, ravish'd with his grace;
079:01,868['  ]| Admir'd his fortunes, more admir'd the man;
079:01,869['  ]| Then recollected stood, and thus began:
079:01,870[B  ]| "What fate, O goddess-born; what angry pow'rs
079:01,871[B  ]| Have cast you shipwrack'd on our barren shores?
079:01,872[B  ]| Are you the great AEneas, known to fame,
079:01,873[B  ]| Who from celestial seed your lineage claim?
079:01,874[B  ]| The same AEneas whom fair Venus bore
079:01,875[B  ]| To fam'd Anchises on th' Idaean shore?
079:01,876[B  ]| It calls into my mind, tho' then a child,
079:01,877[B  ]| When Teucer came, from Salamis exil'd,
079:01,878[B  ]| And sought my father's aid, to be restor'd:
079:01,879[B  ]| My father Belus then with fire and sword
079:01,880[B  ]| Invaded Cyprus, made the region bare,
079:01,881[B  ]| And, conqu'ring, finish'd the successful war.
079:01,882[B  ]| From him the Trojan siege I understood,
079:01,883[B  ]| The Grecian chiefs, and your illustrious blood.
079:01,884[B  ]| Your foe himself the Dardan valor prais'd,
079:01,885[B  ]| And his own ancestry from Trojans rais'd.
079:01,886[B  ]| Enter, my noble guest, and you shall find,
079:01,887[B  ]| If not a costly welcome, yet a kind:
079:01,888[B  ]| For I myself, like you, have been distress'd,
079:01,889[B  ]| Till Heav'n afforded me this place of rest;
079:01,890[B  ]| Like you, an alien in a land unknown,
079:01,891[B  ]| I learn to pity woes so like my own."
079:01,892['  ]| She said, and to the palace led her guest;
079:01,893['  ]| Then offer'd incense, and proclaim'd a feast.
079:01,894['  ]| Nor yet less careful for her absent friends,
079:01,895['  ]| Twice ten fat oxen to the ships she sends;
079:01,896['  ]| Besides a hundred boars, a hundred lambs,
079:01,897['  ]| With bleating cries, attend their milky dams;
079:01,898['  ]| And jars of gen'rous wine and spacious bowls
079:01,899['  ]| She gives, to cheer the sailors' drooping souls.
079:01,900['  ]| Now purple hangings clothe the palace walls,
079:01,901['  ]| And sumptuous feasts are made in splendid halls:
079:01,902['  ]| On Tyrian carpets, richly wrought, they dine;
079:01,903['  ]| With loads of massy plate the sideboards shine,
079:01,904['  ]| And antique vases, all of gold emboss'd
079:01,905['  ]| (The gold itself inferior to the cost),
079:01,906['  ]| Of curious work, where on the sides were seen
079:01,907['  ]| The fights and figures of illustrious men,
079:01,908['  ]| From their first founder to the present queen.
079:01,909['  ]| The good AEneas, whose paternal care
079:01,910['  ]| Iulus' absence could no longer bear,
079:01,911['  ]| Dispatch'd Achates to the ships in haste,
079:01,912['  ]| To give a glad relation of the past,
079:01,913['  ]| And, fraught with precious gifts, to bring the boy,
079:01,914['  ]| Snatch'd from the ruins of unhappy Troy:
079:01,915['  ]| A robe of tissue, stiff with golden wire;
079:01,916['  ]| An upper vest, once Helen's rich attire,
079:01,917['  ]| From Argos by the fam'd adultress brought,
079:01,918['  ]| With golden flow'rs and winding foliage wrought,
079:01,919['  ]| Her mother Leda's present, when she came
079:01,920['  ]| To ruin Troy and set the world on flame;
079:01,921['  ]| The scepter Priam's eldest daughter bore,
079:01,922['  ]| Her orient necklace, and the crown she wore;
079:01,923['  ]| Of double texture, glorious to behold,
079:01,924['  ]| One order set with gems, and one with gold.
079:01,925['  ]| Instructed thus, the wise Achates goes,
079:01,926['  ]| And in his diligence his duty shows.
079:01,927['  ]| But Venus, anxious for her son's affairs,
079:01,928['  ]| New counsels tries, and new designs prepares:
079:01,929['  ]| That Cupid should assume the shape and face
079:01,930['  ]| Of sweet Ascanius, and the sprightly grace;
079:01,931['  ]| Should bring the presents, in her nephew's stead,
079:01,932['  ]| And in Eliza's veins the gentle poison shed:
079:01,933['  ]| For much she fear'd the Tyrians, double-tongued,
079:01,934['  ]| And knew the town to Juno's care belong'd.
079:01,935['  ]| These thoughts by night her golden slumbers broke,
079:01,936['  ]| And thus alarm'd, to winged Love she spoke:
079:01,937@e   | "My son, my strength, whose mighty pow'r alone
079:01,938@e   | Controls the Thund'rer on his awful throne,
079:01,939@e   | To thee thy much-afflicted mother flies,
079:01,940@e   | And on thy succor and thy faith relies.
079:01,941@e   | Thou know'st, my son, how Jove's revengeful wife,
079:01,942@e   | By force and fraud, attempts thy brother's life;
079:01,943@e   | And often hast thou mourn'd with me his pains.
079:01,944@e   | Him Dido now with blandishment detains;
079:01,945@e   | But I suspect the town where Juno reigns.
079:01,946@e   | For this 't is needful to prevent her art,
079:01,947@e   | And fire with love the proud Phoenician's heart:
079:01,948@e   | A love so violent, so strong, so sure,
079:01,949@e   | As neither age can change, nor art can cure.
079:01,950@e   | How this may be perform'd, now take my mind:
079:01,951@e   | Ascanius by his father is design'd
079:01,952@e   | To come, with presents laden, from the port,
079:01,953@e   | To gratify the queen, and gain the court.
079:01,954@e   | I mean to plunge the boy in pleasing sleep,
079:01,955@e   | And, ravish'd, in Idalian bow'rs to keep,
079:01,956@e   | Or high Cythera, that the sweet deceit
079:01,957@e   | May pass unseen, and none prevent the cheat.
079:01,958@e   | Take thou his form and shape. I beg the grace
079:01,959@e   | But only for a night's revolving space:
079:01,960@e   | Thyself a boy, assume a boy's dissembled face;
079:01,961@e   | That when, amidst the fervor of the feast,
079:01,962@e   | The Tyrian hugs and fonds thee on her breast,
079:01,963@e   | And with sweet kisses in her arms constrains,
079:01,964@e   | Thou may'st infuse thy venom in her veins."
079:01,965['  ]| The God of Love obeys, and sets aside
079:01,966['  ]| His bow and quiver, and his plumy pride;
079:01,967['  ]| He walks Iulus in his mother's sight,
079:01,968['  ]| And in the sweet resemblance takes delight.
079:01,969['  ]| The goddess then to young Ascanius flies,
079:01,970['  ]| And in a pleasing slumber seals his eyes:
079:01,971['  ]| Lull'd in her lap, amidst a train of Loves,
079:01,972['  ]| She gently bears him to her blissful groves,
079:01,973['  ]| Then with a wreath of myrtle crowns his head,
079:01,974['  ]| And softly lays him on a flow'ry bed.
079:01,975['  ]| Cupid meantime assum'd his form and face,
079:01,976['  ]| Foll'wing Achates with a shorter pace,
079:01,977['  ]| And brought the gifts. The queen already sate
079:01,978['  ]| Amidst the Trojan lords, in shining state,
079:01,979['  ]| High on a golden bed: her princely guest
079:01,980['  ]| Was next her side; in order sate the rest.
079:01,981['  ]| Then canisters with bread are heap'd on high;
079:01,982['  ]| Th' attendants water for their hands supply,
079:01,983['  ]| And, having wash'd, with silken towels dry.
079:01,984['  ]| Next fifty handmaids in long order bore
079:01,985['  ]| The censers, and with fumes the gods adore:
079:01,986['  ]| Then youths, and virgins twice as many, join
079:01,987['  ]| To place the dishes, and to serve the wine.
079:01,988['  ]| The Tyrian train, admitted to the feast,
079:01,989['  ]| Approach, and on the painted couches rest.
079:01,990['  ]| All on the Trojan gifts with wonder gaze,
079:01,991['  ]| But view the beauteous boy with more amaze,
079:01,992['  ]| His rosy-color'd cheeks, his radiant eyes,
079:01,993['  ]| His motions, voice, and shape, and all the god's disguise;
079:01,994['  ]| Nor pass unprais'd the vest and veil divine,
079:01,995['  ]| Which wand'ring foliage and rich flow'rs entwine.
079:01,996['  ]| But, far above the rest, the royal dame,
079:01,997['  ]| (Already doom'd to love's disastrous flame,)
079:01,998['  ]| With eyes insatiate, and tumultuous joy,
079:01,999['  ]| Beholds the presents, and admires the boy.
079:01,000['  ]| The guileful god about the hero long,
079:01,001['  ]| With children's play, and false embraces, hung;
079:01,002['  ]| Then sought the queen: she took him to her arms
079:01,003['  ]| With greedy pleasure, and devour'd his charms.
079:01,004['  ]| Unhappy Dido little thought what guest,
079:01,005['  ]| How dire a god, she drew so near her breast;
079:01,006['  ]| But he, not mindless of his mother's pray'r,
079:01,007['  ]| Works in the pliant bosom of the fair,
079:01,008['  ]| And molds her heart anew, and blots her former care.
079:01,009['  ]| The dead is to the living love resign'd;
079:01,010['  ]| And all AEneas enters in her mind.
079:01,011['  ]| Now, when the rage of hunger was appeas'd,
079:01,012['  ]| The meat remov'd, and ev'ry guest was pleas'd,
079:01,013['  ]| The golden bowls with sparkling wine are crown'd,
079:01,014['  ]| And thro' the palace cheerful cries resound.
079:01,015['  ]| From gilded roofs depending lamps display
079:01,016['  ]| Nocturnal beams, that emulate the day.
079:01,017['  ]| A golden bowl, that shone with gems divine,
079:01,018['  ]| The queen commanded to be crown'd with wine:
079:01,019['  ]| The bowl that Belus us'd, and all the Tyrian line.
079:01,020['  ]| Then, silence thro' the hall proclaim'd, she spoke:
079:01,021[B  ]| "O hospitable Jove! we thus invoke,
079:01,022[B  ]| With solemn rites, thy sacred name and pow'r;
079:01,023[B  ]| Bless to both nations this auspicious hour!
079:01,024[B  ]| So may the Trojan and the Tyrian line
079:01,025[B  ]| In lasting concord from this day combine.
079:01,026[B  ]| Thou, Bacchus, god of joys and friendly cheer,
079:01,027[B  ]| And gracious Juno, both be present here!
079:01,028[B  ]| And you, my lords of Tyre, your vows address
079:01,029[B  ]| To Heav'n with mine, to ratify the peace."
079:01,030['  ]| The goblet then she took, with nectar crown'd
079:01,031['  ]| (Sprinkling the first libations on the ground,)
079:01,032['  ]| And rais'd it to her mouth with sober grace;
079:01,033['  ]| Then, sipping, offer'd to the next in place.
079:01,034['  ]| 'T was Bitias whom she call'd, a thirsty soul;
079:01,035['  ]| He took the challenge, and embrac'd the bowl,
079:01,036['  ]| With pleasure swill'd the gold, nor ceas'd to draw,
079:01,037['  ]| Till he the bottom of the brimmer saw.
079:01,038['  ]| The goblet goes around: Iopas brought
079:01,039['  ]| His golden lyre, and sung what ancient Atlas taught:
079:01,040['  ]| The various labors of the wand'ring moon,
079:01,041['  ]| And whence proceed th' eclipses of the sun;
079:01,042['  ]| Th' original of men and beasts; and whence
079:01,043['  ]| The rains arise, and fires their warmth dispense,
079:01,044['  ]| And fix'd and erring stars dispose their influence;
079:01,045['  ]| What shakes the solid earth; what cause delays
079:01,046['  ]| The summer nights and shortens winter days.
079:01,047['  ]| With peals of shouts the Tyrians praise the song:
079:01,048['  ]| Those peals are echo'd by the Trojan throng.
079:01,049['  ]| Th' unhappy queen with talk prolong'd the night,
079:01,050['  ]| And drank large draughts of love with vast delight;
079:01,051['  ]| Of Priam much enquir'd, of Hector more;
079:01,052['  ]| Then ask'd what arms the swarthy Memnon wore,
079:01,053['  ]| What troops he landed on the Trojan shore;
079:01,054['  ]| The steeds of Diomede varied the discourse,
079:01,055['  ]| And fierce Achilles, with his matchless force;
079:01,056['  ]| At length, as fate and her ill stars requir'd,
079:01,057['  ]| To hear the series of the war desir'd.
079:01,058[B  ]| "Relate at large, my godlike guest," 
079:01,058['  ]| she said,
079:01,059[B  ]| "The Grecian stratagems, the town betray'd:
079:01,060[B  ]| The fatal issue of so long a war,
079:01,061[B  ]| Your flight, your wand'rings, and your woes, declare;
079:01,062[B  ]| For, since on ev'ry sea, on ev'ry coast,
079:01,063[B  ]| Your men have been distress'd, your navy toss'd,
079:01,064[B  ]| Sev'n times the sun has either tropic view'd,
079:01,065[B  ]| The winter banish'd, and the spring renew'd."
079:02,000@@@@@| <THE SECOND BOOK OF THE AENEIS>
079:02,000['  ]| <THE ARGUMENT. ~~  AEneas relates how the city of Troy was taken, after a ten>
079:02,000['  ]| <years' siege, by the treachery of Sinon, and the stratagem of a wooden>
079:02,000['  ]| <horse. He declares the fix'd resolution he had taken not to survive the>
079:02,000['  ]| <ruins of his country, and the various adventures he met with in the>
079:02,000['  ]| <defense of it. At last, having been before advis'd by Hector's ghost, and>
079:02,000['  ]| <now by the appearance of his mother Venus, he is prevail'd upon to leave the>
079:02,000['  ]| <town, and settle his household gods in another country. In order to this,>
079:02,000['  ]| <he carries off his father on his shoulders, and leads his little son by the>
079:02,000['  ]| <hand, his wife following them behind. When he comes to the place appointed>
079:02,000['  ]| <for the general rendezvouze, he finds a great confluence of people, but>
079:02,000['  ]| <misses his wife whose ghost afterwards appears to him, and tells him the>
079:02,000['  ]| <land which was design'd for him.>
079:02,001['  ]| ALL were attentive to the godlike man,
079:02,002['  ]| When from his lofty couch he thus began:
079:02,003[A  ]| "Great queen, what you command me to relate
079:02,004[A  ]| Renews the sad remembrance of our fate:
079:02,005[A  ]| An empire from its old foundations rent,
079:02,006[A  ]| And ev'ry woe the Trojans underwent;
079:02,007[A  ]| A peopled city made a desart place;
079:02,008[A  ]| All that I saw, and part of which I was:
079:02,009[A  ]| Not ev'n the hardest of our foes could hear,
079:02,010[A  ]| Nor stern Ulysses tell without a tear.
079:02,011[A  ]| And now the latter watch of wasting night,
079:02,012[A  ]| And setting stars, to kindly rest invite;
079:02,013[A  ]| But, since you take such int'rest in our woe,
079:02,014[A  ]| And Troy's disastrous end desire to know,
079:02,015[A  ]| I will restrain my tears, and briefly tell
079:02,016[A  ]| What in our last and fatal night befell.
079:02,017[A  ]| By destiny compell'd, and in despair,
079:02,018[A  ]| The Greeks grew weary of the tedious war,
079:02,019[A  ]| And by Minerva's aid a fabric rear'd,
079:02,020[A  ]| Which like a steed of monstrous height appear'd:
079:02,021[A  ]| The sides were plank'd with pine; they feign'd it made
079:02,022[A  ]| For their return, and this the vow they paid.
079:02,023[A  ]| Thus they pretend, but in the hollow side
079:02,024[A  ]| Selected numbers of their soldiers hide:
079:02,025[A  ]| With inward arms the dire machine they load,
079:02,026[A  ]| And iron bowels stuff the dark abode.
079:02,027[A  ]| In sight of Troy lies Tenedos, an isle
079:02,028[A  ]| (While Fortune did on Priam's empire smile)
079:02,029[A  ]| Renown'd for wealth; but, since, a faithless bay,
079:02,030[A  ]| Where ships expos'd to wind and weather lay.
079:02,031[A  ]| There was their fleet conceal'd. We thought, for Greece
079:02,032[A  ]| Their sails were hoisted, and our fears release.
079:02,033[A  ]| The Trojans, coop'd within their walls so long,
079:02,034[A  ]| Unbar their gates, and issue in a throng,
079:02,035[A  ]| Like swarming bees, and with delight survey
079:02,036[A  ]| The camp deserted, where the Grecians lay:
079:02,037[A  ]| The quarters of the sev'ral chiefs they show'd;
079:02,038[A  ]| Here Phoenix, here Achilles, made abode;
079:02,039[A  ]| Here join'd the battles; there the navy rode.
079:02,040[A  ]| Part on the pile their wond'ring eyes employ:
079:02,041[A  ]| The pile by Pallas rais'd to ruin Troy.
079:02,042[A  ]| Thymoetes first ('t is doubtful whether hir'd,
079:02,043[A  ]| Or so the Trojan destiny requir'd)
079:02,044[A  ]| Mov'd that the ramparts might be broken down,
079:02,045[A  ]| To lodge the monster fabric in the town.
079:02,046[A  ]| But Capys, and the rest of sounder mind,
079:02,047[A  ]| The fatal present to the flames designed,
079:02,048[A  ]| Or to the wat'ry deep; at least to bore
079:02,049[A  ]| The hollow sides, and hidden frauds explore.
079:02,050[A  ]| The giddy vulgar, as their fancies guide,
079:02,051[A  ]| With noise say nothing, and in parts divide.
079:02,052[A  ]| Laocoon, follow'd by a num'rous crowd,
079:02,053[A  ]| Ran from the fort, and cried, from far, aloud:
079:02,054@w   | "O wretched countrymen! what fury reigns?
079:02,055@w   | What more than madness has possess'd your brains?
079:02,056@w   | Think you the Grecians from your coasts are gone?
079:02,057@w   | And are Ulysses' arts no better known?
079:02,058@w   | This hollow fabric either must inclose,
079:02,059@w   | Within its blind recess, our secret foes;
079:02,060@w   | Or 't is an engine rais'd above the town,
079:02,061@w   | T' o'erlook the walls, and then to batter down.
079:02,062@w   | Somewhat is sure design'd, by fraud or force:
079:02,063@w   | Trust not their presents, nor admit the horse."
079:02,064[A  ]| Thus having said, against the steed he threw
079:02,065[A  ]| His forceful spear, which, hissing as it flew,
079:02,066[A  ]| Pierc'd thro' the yielding planks of jointed wood,
079:02,067[A  ]| And trembling in the hollow belly stood.
079:02,068[A  ]| The sides, transpierc'd, return a rattling sound,
079:02,069[A  ]| And groans of Greeks inclos'd come issuing thro' the wound.
079:02,070[A  ]| And, had not Heav'n the fall of Troy design'd,
079:02,071[A  ]| Or had not men been fated to be blind,
079:02,072[A  ]| Enough was said and done t' inspire a better mind.
079:02,073[A  ]| Then had our lances pierc'd the treach'rous wood,
079:02,074[A  ]| And Ilian tow'rs and Priam's empire stood.
079:02,075[A  ]| Meantime, with shouts, the Trojan shepherds bring
079:02,076[A  ]| A captive Greek, in bands, before the king;
079:02,077[A  ]| Taken to take; who made himself their prey,
079:02,078[A  ]| T' impose on their belief, and Troy betray;
079:02,079[A  ]| Fix'd on his aim, and obstinately bent
079:02,080[A  ]| To die undaunted, or to circumvent.
079:02,081[A  ]| About the captive, tides of Trojans flow;
079:02,082[A  ]| All press to see, and some insult the foe.
079:02,083[A  ]| Now hear how well the Greeks their wiles disguis'd;
079:02,084[A  ]| Behold a nation in a man compris'd.
079:02,085[A  ]| Trembling the miscreant stood, unarm'd and bound;
079:02,086[A  ]| He star'd, and roll'd his haggard eyes around,
079:02,087[A  ]| Then said: 
079:02,087@g   | ""Alas! what earth remains, what sea
079:02,088@g   | Is open to receive unhappy me?
079:02,089@g   | What fate a wretched fugitive attends,
079:02,090@g   | Scorn'd by my foes, abandon'd by my friends?""
079:02,091[A  ]| He said, and sigh'd, and cast a rueful eye:
079:02,092[A  ]| Our pity kindles, and our passions die.
079:02,093[A  ]| We cheer the youth to make his own defense,
079:02,094[A  ]| And freely tell us what he was, and whence:
079:02,095[A  ]| What news he could impart, we long to know,
079:02,096[A  ]| And what to credit from a captive foe.
079:02,097[A  ]| His fear at length dismiss'd, he said: 
079:02,097@g   | ""Whate'er
079:02,098@g   | My fate ordains, my words shall be sincere:
079:02,099@g   | I neither can nor dare my birth disclaim;
079:02,100@g   | Greece is my country, Sinon is my name.
079:02,101@g   | Tho' plung'd by Fortune's pow'r in misery,
079:02,102@g   | 'T is not in Fortune's pow'r to make me lie.
079:02,103@g   | If any chance has hither brought the name
079:02,104@g   | Of Palamedes, not unknown to fame,
079:02,105@g   | Who suffer'd from the malice of the times,
079:02,106@g   | Accus'd and sentenc'd for pretended crimes,
079:02,107@g   | Because these fatal wars he would prevent;
079:02,108@g   | Whose death the wretched Greeks too late lament ~~ 
079:02,109@g   | Me, then a boy, my father, poor and bare
079:02,110@g   | Of other means, committed to his care,
079:02,111@g   | His kinsman and companion in the war.
079:02,112@g   | While Fortune favor'd, while his arms support
079:02,113@g   | The cause, and rul'd the counsels, of the court,
079:02,114@g   | I made some figure there; nor was my name
079:02,115@g   | Obscure, nor I without my share of fame.
079:02,116@g   | But when Ulysses, with fallacious arts,
079:02,117@g   | Had made impression in the people's hearts,
079:02,118@g   | And forg'd a treason in my patron's name
079:02,119@g   | (I speak of things too far divulg'd by fame),
079:02,120@g   | My kinsman fell. Then I, without support,
079:02,121@g   | In private mourn'd his loss, and left the court.
079:02,122@g   | Mad as I was, I could not bear his fate
079:02,123@g   | With silent grief, but loudly blam'd the state,
079:02,124@g   | And curs'd the direful author of my woes.
079:02,125@g   | 'T was told again; and hence my ruin rose.
079:02,126@g   | I threaten'd, if indulgent Heav'n once more
079:02,127@g   | Would land me safely on my native shore,
079:02,128@g   | His death with double vengeance to restore.
079:02,129@g   | This mov'd the murderer's hate; and soon ensued
079:02,130@g   | Th' effects of malice from a man so proud.
079:02,131@g   | Ambiguous rumors thro' the camp he spread,
079:02,132@g   | And sought, by treason, my devoted head;
079:02,133@g   | New crimes invented; left unturn'd no stone,
079:02,134@g   | To make my guilt appear, and hide his own;
079:02,135@g   | Till Calchas was by force and threat'ning wrought ~~ 
079:02,136@g   | But why ~~ why dwell I on that anxious thought?
079:02,137@g   | If on my nation just revenge you seek,
079:02,138@g   | And 't is t' appear a foe, t' appear a Greek;
079:02,139@g   | Already you my name and country know;
079:02,140@g   | Assuage your thirst of blood, and strike the blow:
079:02,141@g   | My death will both the kingly brothers please,
079:02,142@g   | And set insatiate Ithacus at ease.""
079:02,143[A  ]| This fair unfinish'd tale, these broken starts,
079:02,144[A  ]| Rais'd expectations in our longing hearts:
079:02,145[A  ]| Unknowing as we were in Grecian arts.
079:02,146[A  ]| His former trembling once again renew'd,
079:02,147[A  ]| With acted fear, the villain thus pursued:
079:02,148@g   | ""Long had the Grecians (tir'd with fruitless care,
079:02,149@g   | And wearied with an unsuccessful war)
079:02,150@g   | Resolv'd to raise the siege, and leave the town;
079:02,151@g   | And, had the gods permitted, they had gone;
079:02,152@g   | But oft the wintry seas and southern winds
079:02,153@g   | Withstood their passage home, and chang'd their minds.
079:02,154@g   | Portents and prodigies their souls amaz'd;
079:02,155@g   | But most, when this stupendous pile was rais'd:
079:02,156@g   | Then flaming meteors, hung in air, were seen,
079:02,157@g   | And thunders rattled thro' a sky serene.
079:02,158@g   | Dismay'd, and fearful of some dire event,
079:02,159@g   | Eurypylus t' enquire their fate was sent.
079:02,160@g   | He from the gods this dreadful answer brought:
079:02,161@w   | "O Grecians, when the Trojan shores you sought,
079:02,162@w   | Your passage with a virgin's blood was bought:
079:02,163@w   | So must your safe return be bought again,
079:02,164@w   | And Grecian blood once more atone the main."
079:02,165@g   | The spreading rumor round the people ran;
079:02,166@g   | All fear'd, and each believ'd himself the man.
079:02,167@g   | Ulysses took th' advantage of their fright;
079:02,168@g   | Call'd Calchas, and produc'd in open sight:
079:02,169@g   | Then bade him name the wretch, ordain'd by fate
079:02,170@g   | The public victim, to redeem the state.
079:02,171@g   | Already some presag'd the dire event,
079:02,172@g   | And saw what sacrifice Ulysses meant.
079:02,173@g   | For twice five days the good old seer withstood
079:02,174@g   | Th' intended treason, and was dumb to blood,
079:02,175@g   | Till, tir'd, with endless clamors and pursuit
079:02,176@g   | Of Ithacus, he stood no longer mute;
079:02,177@g   | But, as it was agreed, pronounc'd that I
079:02,178@g   | Was destin'd by the wrathful gods to die.
079:02,179@g   | All prais'd the sentence, pleas'd the storm should fall
079:02,180@g   | On one alone, whose fury threaten'd all.
079:02,181@g   | The dismal day was come; the priests prepare
079:02,182@g   | Their leaven'd cakes, and fillets for my hair.
079:02,183@g   | I follow'd nature's laws, and must avow
079:02,184@g   | I broke my bonds and fled the fatal blow.
079:02,185@g   | Hid in a weedy lake all night I lay,
079:02,186@g   | Secure of safety when they sail'd away.
079:02,187@g   | But now what further hopes for me remain,
079:02,188@g   | To see my friends, or native soil, again;
079:02,189@g   | My tender infants, or my careful sire,
079:02,190@g   | Whom they returning will to death require;
079:02,191@g   | Will perpetrate on them their first design,
079:02,192@g   | And take the forfeit of their heads for mine?
079:02,193@g   | Which, O! if pity mortal minds can move,
079:02,194@g   | If there be faith below, or gods above,
079:02,195@g   | If innocence and truth can claim desert,
079:02,196@g   | Ye Trojans, from an injur'd wretch avert.""
079:02,197[A  ]| False tears true pity move; the king commands
079:02,198[A  ]| To loose his fetters, and unbind his hands:
079:02,199[A  ]| Then adds these friendly words: 
079:02,199@h   | ""Dismiss thy fears;
079:02,200@h   | Forget the Greeks; be mine as thou wert theirs.
079:02,201@h   | But truly tell, was it for force or guile,
079:02,202@h   | Or some religious end, you rais'd the pile?""
079:02,203[A  ]| Thus said the king. He, full of fraudful arts,
079:02,204[A  ]| This well-invented tale for truth imparts:
079:02,205@g   | ""Ye lamps of heav'n!"" 
079:02,205[A  ]| he said, and lifted high
079:02,206[A  ]| His hands now free, 
079:02,206@g   | ""thou venerable sky!
079:02,207@g   | Inviolable pow'rs, ador'd with dread!
079:02,208@g   | Ye fatal fillets, that once bound this head!
079:02,209@g   | Ye sacred altars, from whose flames I fled!
079:02,210@g   | Be all of you adjur'd; and grant I may,
079:02,211@g   | Without a crime, th' ungrateful Greeks betray,
079:02,212@g   | Reveal the secrets of the guilty state,
079:02,213@g   | And justly punish whom I justly hate!
079:02,214@g   | But you, O king, preserve the faith you gave,
079:02,215@g   | If I, to save myself, your empire save.
079:02,216@g   | The Grecian hopes, and all th' attempts they made,
079:02,217@g   | Were only founded on Minerva's aid.
079:02,218@g   | But from the time when impious Diomede,
079:02,219@g   | And false Ulysses, that inventive head,
079:02,220@g   | Her fatal image from the temple drew,
079:02,221@g   | The sleeping guardians of the castle slew,
079:02,222@g   | Her virgin statue with their bloody hands
079:02,223@g   | Polluted, and profan'd her holy bands;
079:02,224@g   | From thence the tide of fortune left their shore,
079:02,225@g   | And ebb'd much faster than it flow'd before:
079:02,226@g   | Their courage languish'd, as their hopes decay'd;
079:02,227@g   | And Pallas, now averse, refus'd her aid.
079:02,228@g   | Nor did the goddess doubtfully declare
079:02,229@g   | Her alter'd mind and alienated care.
079:02,230@g   | When first her fatal image touch'd the ground,
079:02,231@g   | She sternly cast her glaring eyes around,
079:02,232@g   | That sparkled as they roll'd, and seem'd to threat:
079:02,233@g   | Her heav'nly limbs distill'd a briny sweat.
079:02,234@g   | Thrice from the ground she leap'd, was seen to wield
079:02,235@g   | Her brandish'd lance, and shake her horrid shield.
079:02,236@g   | Then Calchas bade our host for flight prepare,
079:02,237@g   | And hope no conquest from the tedious war,
079:02,238@g   | Till first they sail'd for Greece; with pray'rs besought
079:02,239@g   | Her injur'd pow'r, and better omens brought.
079:02,240@g   | And now their navy plows the wat'ry main,
079:02,241@g   | Yet soon expect it on your shores again,
079:02,242@g   | With Pallas pleas'd; as Calchas did ordain.
079:02,243@g   | But first, to reconcile the blue-ey'd maid
079:02,244@g   | For her stol'n statue and her tow'r betray'd,
079:02,245@g   | Warn'd by the seer, to her offended name
079:02,246@g   | We rais'd and dedicate this wondrous frame,
079:02,247@g   | So lofty, lest thro' your forbidden gates
079:02,248@g   | It pass, and intercept our better fates:
079:02,249@g   | For, once admitted there, our hopes are lost;
079:02,250@g   | And Troy may then a new Palladium boast;
079:02,251@g   | For so religion and the gods ordain,
079:02,252@g   | That, if you violate with hands profane
079:02,253@g   | Minerva's gift, your town in flames shall burn,
079:02,254@g   | (Which omen, O ye gods, on Graecia turn!)
079:02,255@g   | But if it climb, with your assisting hands,
079:02,256@g   | The Trojan walls, and in the city stands;
079:02,257@g   | Then Troy shall Argos and Mycenae burn,
079:02,258@g   | And the reverse of fate on us return.""
079:02,259[A  ]| With such deceits he gain'd their easy hearts,
079:02,260[A  ]| Too prone to credit his perfidious arts.
079:02,261[A  ]| What Diomede, nor Thetis' greater son,
079:02,262[A  ]| A thousand ships, nor ten years' siege, had done ~~ 
079:02,263[A  ]| False tears and fawning words the city won.
079:02,264[A  ]| A greater omen, and of worse portent,
079:02,265[A  ]| Did our unwary minds with fear torment,
079:02,266[A  ]| Concurring to produce the dire event.
079:02,267[A  ]| Laocoon, Neptune's priest by lot that year,
079:02,268[A  ]| With solemn pomp then sacrific'd a steer;
079:02,269[A  ]| When, dreadful to behold, from sea we spied
079:02,270[A  ]| Two serpents, rank'd abreast, the seas divide,
079:02,271[A  ]| And smoothly sweep along the swelling tide.
079:02,272[A  ]| Their flaming crests above the waves they show;
079:02,273[A  ]| Their bellies seem to burn the seas below;
079:02,274[A  ]| Their speckled tails advance to steer their course,
079:02,275[A  ]| And on the sounding shore the flying billows force.
079:02,276[A  ]| And now the strand, and now the plain they held;
079:02,277[A  ]| Their ardent eyes with bloody streaks were fill'd;
079:02,278[A  ]| Their nimble tongues they brandish'd as they came,
079:02,279[A  ]| And lick'd their hissing jaws, that sputter'd flame.
079:02,280[A  ]| We fled amaz'd; their destin'd way they take,
079:02,281[A  ]| And to Laocoon and his children make;
079:02,282[A  ]| And first around the tender boys they wind,
079:02,283[A  ]| Then with their sharpen'd fangs their limbs and bodies grind
079:02,284[A  ]| The wretched father, running to their aid
079:02,285[A  ]| With pious haste, but vain, they next invade;
079:02,286[A  ]| Twice round his waist their winding volumes roll'd;
079:02,287[A  ]| And twice about his gasping throat they fold.
079:02,288[A  ]| The priest thus doubly chok'd, their crests divide,
079:02,289[A  ]| And tow'ring o'er his head in triumph ride.
079:02,290[A  ]| With both his hands he labors at the knots;
079:02,291[A  ]| His holy fillets the blue venom blots;
079:02,292[A  ]| His roaring fills the flitting air around.
079:02,293[A  ]| Thus, when an ox receives a glancing wound,
079:02,294[A  ]| He breaks his bands, the fatal altar flies,
079:02,295[A  ]| And with loud bellowings breaks the yielding skies.
079:02,296[A  ]| Their tasks perform'd, the serpents quit their prey,
079:02,297[A  ]| And to the tow'r of Pallas make their way:
079:02,298[A  ]| Couch'd at her feet, they lie protected there
079:02,299[A  ]| By her large buckler and protended spear.
079:02,300[A  ]| Amazement seizes all; the gen'ral cry
079:02,301[A  ]| Proclaims Laocoon justly doom'd to die,
079:02,302[A  ]| Whose hand the will of Pallas had withstood,
079:02,303[A  ]| And dared to violate the sacred wood.
079:02,304[A  ]| All vote t' admit the steed, that vows be paid
079:02,305[A  ]| And incense offer'd to th' offended maid.
079:02,306[A  ]| A spacious breach is made; the town lies bare;
079:02,307[A  ]| Some hoisting-levers, some the wheels prepare
079:02,308[A  ]| And fasten to the horse's feet; the rest
079:02,309[A  ]| With cables haul along th' unwieldly beast.
079:02,310[A  ]| Each on his fellow for assistance calls;
079:02,311[A  ]| At length the fatal fabric mounts the walls,
079:02,312[A  ]| Big with destruction. Boys with chaplets crown'd,
079:02,313[A  ]| And choirs of virgins, sing and dance around.
079:02,314[A  ]| Thus rais'd aloft, and then descending down,
079:02,315[A  ]| It enters o'er our heads, and threats the town.
079:02,316[A  ]| O sacred city, built by hands divine!
079:02,317[A  ]| O valiant heroes of the Trojan line!
079:02,318[A  ]| Four times he struck: as oft the clashing sound
079:02,319[A  ]| Of arms was heard, and inward groans rebound.
079:02,320[A  ]| Yet, mad with zeal, and blinded with our fate,
079:02,321[A  ]| We haul along the horse in solemn state;
079:02,322[A  ]| Then place the dire portent within the tow'r.
079:02,323[A  ]| Cassandra cried, and curs'd th' unhappy hour;
079:02,324[A  ]| Foretold our fate; but, by the god's decree,
079:02,325[A  ]| All heard, and none believ'd the prophecy.
079:02,326[A  ]| With branches we the fanes adorn, and waste,
079:02,327[A  ]| In jollity, the day ordain'd to be the last.
079:02,328[A  ]| Meantime the rapid heav'ns roll'd down the light,
079:02,329[A  ]| And on the shaded ocean rush'd the night;
079:02,330[A  ]| Our men, secure, nor guards nor sentries held,
079:02,331[A  ]| But easy sleep their weary limbs compell'd.
079:02,332[A  ]| The Grecians had embark'd their naval pow'rs
079:02,333[A  ]| From Tenedos, and sought our well-known shores,
079:02,334[A  ]| Safe under covert of the silent night,
079:02,335[A  ]| And guided by th' imperial galley's light;
079:02,336[A  ]| When Sinon, favor'd by the partial gods,
079:02,337[A  ]| Unlock'd the horse, and op'd his dark abodes;
079:02,338[A  ]| Restor'd to vital air our hidden foes,
079:02,339[A  ]| Who joyful from their long confinement rose.
079:02,340[A  ]| Tysander bold, and Sthenelus their guide,
079:02,341[A  ]| And dire Ulysses down the cable slide:
079:02,342[A  ]| Then Thoas, Athamas, and Pyrrhus haste;
079:02,343[A  ]| Nor was the Podalirian hero last,
079:02,344[A  ]| Nor injur'd Menelaus, nor the fam'd
079:02,345[A  ]| Epeus, who the fatal engine fram'd.
079:02,346[A  ]| A nameless crowd succeed; their forces join
079:02,347[A  ]| T' invade the town, oppress'd with sleep and wine.
079:02,348[A  ]| Those few they find awake first meet their fate;
079:02,349[A  ]| Then to their fellows they unbar the gate.
079:02,350[A  ]| 'T was in the dead of night, when sleep repairs
079:02,351[A  ]| Our bodies worn with toils, our minds with cares,
079:02,352[A  ]| When Hector's ghost before my sight appears:
079:02,353[A  ]| A bloody shroud he seem'd, and bath'd in tears;
079:02,354[A  ]| Such as he was, when, by Pelides slain,
079:02,355[A  ]| Thessalian coursers dragg'd him o'er the plain.
079:02,356[A  ]| Swoln were his feet, as when the thongs were thrust
079:02,357[A  ]| Thro' the bor'd holes; his body black with dust;
079:02,358[A  ]| Unlike that Hector who return'd from toils
079:02,359[A  ]| Of war, triumphant, in AEacian spoils,
079:02,360[A  ]| Or him who made the fainting Greeks retire,
079:02,361[A  ]| And launch'd against their navy Phrygian fire.
079:02,362[A  ]| His hair and beard stood stiffen'd with his gore;
079:02,363[A  ]| And all the wounds he for his country bore
079:02,364[A  ]| Now stream'd afresh, and with new purple ran.
079:02,365[A  ]| I wept to see the visionary man,
079:02,366[A  ]| And, while my trance continued, thus began:
079:02,367@a   | "O light of Trojans, and support of Troy,
079:02,368@a   | Thy father's champion, and thy country's joy!
079:02,369@a   | O, long expected by thy friends! from whence
079:02,370@a   | Art thou so late return'd for our defense?
079:02,371@a   | Do we behold thee, wearied as we are
079:02,372@a   | With length of labors, and with toils of war?
079:02,373@a   | After so many fun'rals of thy own
079:02,374@a   | Art thou restor'd to thy declining town?
079:02,375@a   | But say, what wounds are these? What new disgrace
079:02,376@a   | Deforms the manly features of thy face?"
079:02,377[A  ]| To this the specter no reply did frame,
079:02,378[A  ]| But answer'd to the cause for which he came,
079:02,379[A  ]| And, groaning from the bottom of his breast,
079:02,380[A  ]| This warning in these mournful words express'd:
079:02,381@i   | "O goddess-born! escape, by timely flight,
079:02,382@i   | The flames and horrors of this fatal night.
079:02,383@i   | The foes already have possess'd the wall;
079:02,384@i   | Troy nods from high, and totters to her fall.
079:02,385@i   | Enough is paid to Priam's royal name,
079:02,386@i   | More than enough to duty and to fame.
079:02,387@i   | If by a mortal hand my father's throne
079:02,388@i   | Could be defended, 't was by mine alone.
079:02,389@i   | Now Troy to thee commends her future state,
079:02,390@i   | And gives her gods companions of thy fate:
079:02,391@i   | From their assistance happier walls expect,
079:02,392@i   | Which, wand'ring long, at last thou shalt erect."
079:02,393[A  ]| He said, and brought me, from their blest abodes,
079:02,394[A  ]| The venerable statues of the gods,
079:02,395[A  ]| With ancient Vesta from the sacred choir,
079:02,396[A  ]| The wreaths and relics of th' immortal fire.
079:02,397[A  ]| Now peals of shouts come thund'ring from afar,
079:02,398[A  ]| Cries, threats, and loud laments, and mingled war:
079:02,399[A  ]| The noise approaches, tho' our palace stood
079:02,400[A  ]| Aloof from streets, encompass'd with a wood.
079:02,401[A  ]| Louder, and yet more loud, I hear th' alarms
079:02,402[A  ]| Of human cries distinct, and clashing arms.
079:02,403[A  ]| Fear broke my slumbers; I no longer stay,
079:02,404[A  ]| But mount the terrace, thence the town survey,
079:02,405[A  ]| And hearken what the frightful sounds convey.
079:02,406[A  ]| Thus, when a flood of fire by wind is borne,
079:02,407[A  ]| Crackling it rolls, and mows the standing corn;
079:02,408[A  ]| Or deluges, descending on the plains,
079:02,409[A  ]| Sweep o'er the yellow year, destroy the pains
079:02,410[A  ]| Of lab'ring oxen and the peasant's gains;
079:02,411[A  ]| Unroot the forest oaks, and bear away
079:02,412[A  ]| Flocks, folds, and trees, an undistinguish'd prey:
079:02,413[A  ]| The shepherd climbs the cliff, and sees from far
079:02,414[A  ]| The wasteful ravage of the wat'ry war.
079:02,415[A  ]| Then Hector's faith was manifestly clear'd,
079:02,416[A  ]| And Grecian frauds in open light appear'd.
079:02,417[A  ]| The palace of Deiphobus ascends
079:02,418[A  ]| In smoky flames, and catches on his friends.
079:02,419[A  ]| Ucalegon burns next: the seas are bright
079:02,420[A  ]| With splendor not their own, and shine with Trojan light.
079:02,421[A  ]| New clamors and new clangors now arise,
079:02,422[A  ]| The sound of trumpets mix'd with fighting cries.
079:02,423[A  ]| With frenzy seiz'd, I run to meet th' alarms,
079:02,424[A  ]| Resolv'd on death, resolv'd to die in arms,
079:02,425[A  ]| But first to gather friends, with them t' oppose
079:02,426[A  ]| (If fortune favor'd) and repel the foes;
079:02,427[A  ]| Spurr'd by my courage, by my country fir'd,
079:02,428[A  ]| With sense of honor and revenge inspir'd.
079:02,429[A  ]| Pantheus, Apollo's priest, a sacred name,
079:02,430[A  ]| Had scap'd the Grecian swords, and pass'd the flame:
079:02,431[A  ]| With relics loaden, to my doors he fled,
079:02,432[A  ]| And by the hand his tender grandson led.
079:02,433@a   | "What hope, O Pantheus? whither can we run?
079:02,434@a   | Where make a stand? and what may yet be done?"
079:02,435[A  ]| Scarce had I said, when Pantheus, with a groan:
079:02,436@w   | "Troy is no more, and Ilium was a town!
079:02,437@w   | The fatal day, th' appointed hour, is come,
079:02,438@w   | When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom
079:02,439@w   | Transfers the Trojan state to Grecian hands.
079:02,440@w   | The fire consumes the town, the foe commands;
079:02,441@w   | And armed hosts, an unexpected force,
079:02,442@w   | Break from the bowels of the fatal horse.
079:02,443@w   | Within the gates, proud Sinon throws about
079:02,444@w   | The flames; and foes for entrance press without,
079:02,445@w   | With thousand others, whom I fear to name,
079:02,446@w   | More than from Argos or Mycenae came.
079:02,447@w   | To sev'ral posts their parties they divide;
079:02,448@w   | Some block the narrow streets, some scour the wide:
079:02,449@w   | The bold they kill, th' unwary they surprise;
079:02,450@w   | Who fights finds death, and death finds him who flies.
079:02,451@w   | The warders of the gate but scarce maintain
079:02,452@w   | Th' unequal combat, and resist in vain."
079:02,453[A  ]| I heard; and Heav'n, that well-born souls inspires,
079:02,454[A  ]| Prompts me thro' lifted swords and rising fires
079:02,455[A  ]| To run where clashing arms and clamor calls,
079:02,456[A  ]| And rush undaunted to defend the walls.
079:02,457[A  ]| Ripheus and Iph'itus by my side engage,
079:02,458[A  ]| For valor one renown'd, and one for age.
079:02,459[A  ]| Dymas and Hypanis by moonlight knew
079:02,460[A  ]| My motions and my mien, and to my party drew;
079:02,461[A  ]| With young Coroebus, who by love was led
079:02,462[A  ]| To win renown and fair Cassandra's bed,
079:02,463[A  ]| And lately brought his troops to Priam's aid,
079:02,464[A  ]| Forewarn'd in vain by the prophetic maid.
079:02,465[A  ]| Whom when I saw resolv'd in arms to fall,
079:02,466[A  ]| And that one spirit animated all:
079:02,467@a   | "Brave souls!" 
079:02,467[A  ]| said I, ~~ 
079:02,467@a   | "but brave, alas! in vain ~~ 
079:02,468@a   | Come, finish what our cruel fates ordain.
079:02,469@a   | You see the desp'rate state of our affairs,
079:02,470@a   | And heav'n's protecting pow'rs are deaf to pray'rs.
079:02,471@a   | The passive gods behold the Greeks defile
079:02,472@a   | Their temples, and abandon to the spoil
079:02,473@a   | Their own abodes: we, feeble few, conspire
079:02,474@a   | To save a sinking town, involv'd in fire.
079:02,475@a   | Then let us fall, but fall amidst our foes:
079:02,476@a   | Despair of life the means of living shows."
079:02,477[A  ]| So bold a speech incourag'd their desire
079:02,478[A  ]| Of death, and added fuel to their fire.
079:02,479[A  ]| As hungry wolves, with raging appetite,
079:02,480[A  ]| Scour thro' the fields, nor fear the stormy night ~~ 
079:02,481[A  ]| Their whelps at home expect the promis'd food,
079:02,482[A  ]| And long to temper their dry chaps in blood ~~ 
079:02,483[A  ]| So rush'd we forth at once; resolv'd to die,
079:02,484[A  ]| Resolv'd, in death, the last extremes to try.
079:02,485[A  ]| We leave the narrow lanes behind, and dare
079:02,486[A  ]| Th' unequal combat in the public square:
079:02,487[A  ]| Night was our friend; our leader was despair.
079:02,488[A  ]| What tongue can tell the slaughter of that night?
079:02,489[A  ]| What eyes can weep the sorrows and affright?
079:02,490[A  ]| An ancient and imperial city falls:
079:02,491[A  ]| The streets are fill'd with frequent funerals;
079:02,492[A  ]| Houses and holy temples float in blood,
079:02,493[A  ]| And hostile nations make a common flood.
079:02,494[A  ]| Not only Trojans fall; but, in their turn,
079:02,495[A  ]| The vanquish'd triumph, and the victors mourn.
079:02,496[A  ]| Ours take new courage from despair and night:
079:02,497[A  ]| Confus'd the fortune is, confus'd the fight.
079:02,498[A  ]| All parts resound with tumults, plaints, and fears;
079:02,499[A  ]| And grisly Death in sundry shapes appears.
079:02,500[A  ]| Androgeos fell among us, with his band,
079:02,501[A  ]| Who thought us Grecians newly come to land.
079:02,502@w   | "From whence," 
079:02,502[A  ]| said he, 
079:02,502@w   | "my friends, this long delay?
079:02,503@w   | You loiter, while the spoils are borne away:
079:02,504@w   | Our ships are laden with the Trojan store;
079:02,505@w   | And you, like truants, come too late ashore."
079:02,506[A  ]| He said, but soon corrected his mistake,
079:02,507[A  ]| Found, by the doubtful answers which we make:
079:02,508[A  ]| Amaz'd, he would have shunn'd th' unequal fight;
079:02,509[A  ]| But we, more num'rous, intercept his flight.
079:02,510[A  ]| As when some peasant, in a bushy brake,
079:02,511[A  ]| Has with unwary footing press'd a snake;
079:02,512[A  ]| He starts aside, astonish'd, when he spies
079:02,513[A  ]| His rising crest, blue neck, and rolling eyes;
079:02,514[A  ]| So from our arms surpris'd Androgeos flies.
079:02,515[A  ]| In vain; for him and his we compass'd round,
079:02,516[A  ]| Possess'd with fear, unknowing of the ground,
079:02,517[A  ]| And of their lives an easy conquest found.
079:02,518[A  ]| Thus Fortune on our first endeavor smil'd.
079:02,519[A  ]| Coroebus then, with youthful hopes beguil'd,
079:02,520[A  ]| Swoln with success, and of a daring mind,
079:02,521[A  ]| This new invention fatally design'd.
079:02,522@w   | "My friends," 
079:02,522[A  ]| said he, 
079:02,522@w   | "since Fortune shows the way,
079:02,523@w   | 'T is fit we should th' auspicious guide obey.
079:02,524@w   | For what has she these Grecian arms bestow'd,
079:02,525@w   | But their destruction, and the Trojans' good?
079:02,526@w   | Then change we shields, and their devices bear:
079:02,527@w   | Let fraud supply the want of force in war.
079:02,528@w   | They find us arms." 
079:02,528[A  ]| This said, himself he dress'd
079:02,529[A  ]| In dead Androgeos' spoils, his upper vest,
079:02,530[A  ]| His painted buckler, and his plumy crest.
079:02,531[A  ]| Thus Ripheus, Dymas, all the Trojan train,
079:02,532[A  ]| Lay down their own attire, and strip the slain.
079:02,533[A  ]| Mix'd with the Greeks, we go with ill presage,
079:02,534[A  ]| Flatter'd with hopes to glut our greedy rage;
079:02,535[A  ]| Unknown, assaulting whom we blindly meet,
079:02,536[A  ]| And strew with Grecian carcasses the street.
079:02,537[A  ]| Thus while their straggling parties we defeat,
079:02,538[A  ]| Some to the shore and safer ships retreat;
079:02,539[A  ]| And some, oppress'd with more ignoble fear,
079:02,540[A  ]| Remount the hollow horse, and pant in secret there.
079:02,541[A  ]| But, ah! what use of valor can be made,
079:02,542[A  ]| When heav'n's propitious pow'rs refuse their aid!
079:02,543[A  ]| Behold the royal prophetess, the fair
079:02,544[A  ]| Cassandra, dragg'd by her dishevel'd hair,
079:02,545[A  ]| Whom not Minerva's shrine, nor sacred bands,
079:02,546[A  ]| In safety could protect from sacrilegious hands:
079:02,547[A  ]| On heav'n she cast her eyes, she sigh'd, she cried ~~
079:02,548[A  ]| 'T was all she could ~~ her tender arms were tied.
079:02,549[A  ]| So sad a sight Coroebus could not bear;
079:02,550[A  ]| But, fir'd with rage, distracted with despair,
079:02,551[A  ]| Amid the barb'rous ravishers he flew:
079:02,552[A  ]| Our leader's rash example we pursue.
079:02,553[A  ]| But storms of stones, from the proud temple's height,
079:02,554[A  ]| Pour down, and on our batter'd helms alight:
079:02,555[A  ]| We from our friends receiv'd this fatal blow,
079:02,556[A  ]| Who thought us Grecians, as we seem'd in show.
079:02,557[A  ]| They aim at the mistaken crests, from high;
079:02,558[A  ]| And ours beneath the pond'rous ruin lie.
079:02,559[A  ]| Then, mov'd with anger and disdain, to see
079:02,560[A  ]| Their troops dispers'd, the royal virgin free,
079:02,561[A  ]| The Grecians rally, and their pow'rs unite,
079:02,562[A  ]| With fury charge us, and renew the fight.
079:02,563[A  ]| The brother kings with Ajax join their force,
079:02,564[A  ]| And the whole squadron of Thessalian horse.
079:02,565[A  ]| Thus, when the rival winds their quarrel try,
079:02,566[A  ]| Contending for the kingdom of the sky,
079:02,567[A  ]| South, east, and west, on airy coursers borne;
079:02,568[A  ]| The whirlwind gathers, and the woods are torn:
079:02,569[A  ]| Then Nereus strikes the deep; the billows rise,
079:02,570[A  ]| And, mix'd with ooze and sand, pollute the skies.
079:02,571[A  ]| The troops we squander'd first again appear
079:02,572[A  ]| From several quarters, and enclose the rear.
079:02,573[A  ]| They first observe, and to the rest betray,
079:02,574[A  ]| Our diff'rent speech; our borrow'd arms survey.
079:02,575[A  ]| Oppress'd with odds, we fall; Coroebus first,
079:02,576[A  ]| At Pallas' altar, by Peneleus pierc'd.
079:02,577[A  ]| Then Ripheus follow'd, in th' unequal fight;
079:02,578[A  ]| Just of his word, observant of the right:
079:02,579[A  ]| Heav'n thought not so. Dymas their fate attends,
079:02,580[A  ]| With Hypanis, mistaken by their friends.
079:02,581[A  ]| Nor, Pantheus, thee, thy miter, nor the bands
079:02,582[A  ]| Of awful Phoebus, sav'd from impious hands.
079:02,583[A  ]| Ye Trojan flames, your testimony bear,
079:02,584[A  ]| What I perform'd, and what I suffer'd there;
079:02,585[A  ]| No sword avoiding in the fatal strife,
079:02,586[A  ]| Expos'd to death, and prodigal of life;
079:02,587[A  ]| Witness, ye heavens! I live not by my fault:
079:02,588[A  ]| I strove to have deserv'd the death I sought.
079:02,589[A  ]| But, when I could not fight, and would have died,
079:02,590[A  ]| Borne off to distance by the growing tide,
079:02,591[A  ]| Old Iphitus and I were hurried thence,
079:02,592[A  ]| With Pelias wounded, and without defense.
079:02,593[A  ]| New clamors from th' invested palace ring:
079:02,594[A  ]| We run to die, or disengage the king.
079:02,595[A  ]| So hot th' assault, so high the tumult rose,
079:02,596[A  ]| While ours defend, and while the Greeks oppose
079:02,597[A  ]| As all the Dardan and Argolic race
079:02,598[A  ]| Had been contracted in that narrow space;
079:02,599[A  ]| Or as all Ilium else were void of fear,
079:02,600[A  ]| And tumult, war, and slaughter, only there.
079:02,601[A  ]| Their targets in a tortoise cast, the foes,
079:02,602[A  ]| Secure advancing, to the turrets rose:
079:02,603[A  ]| Some mount the scaling ladders; some, more bold,
079:02,604[A  ]| Swerve upwards, and by posts and pillars hold;
079:02,605[A  ]| Their left hand gripes their bucklers in th' ascent,
079:02,606[A  ]| While with their right they seize the battlement.
079:02,607[A  ]| From their demolish'd tow'rs the Trojans throw
079:02,608[A  ]| Huge heaps of stones, that, falling, crush the foe;
079:02,609[A  ]| And heavy beams and rafters from the sides
079:02,610[A  ]| (Such arms their last necessity provides)
079:02,611[A  ]| And gilded roofs, come tumbling from on high,
079:02,612[A  ]| The marks of state and ancient royalty.
079:02,613[A  ]| The guards below, fix'd in the pass, attend
079:02,614[A  ]| The charge undaunted, and the gate defend.
079:02,615[A  ]| Renew'd in courage with recover'd breath,
079:02,616[A  ]| A second time we ran to tempt our death,
079:02,617[A  ]| To clear the palace from the foe, succeed
079:02,618[A  ]| The weary living, and revenge the dead.
079:02,619[A  ]| A postern door, yet unobserv'd and free,
079:02,620[A  ]| Join'd by the length of a blind gallery,
079:02,621[A  ]| To the king's closet led: a way well known
079:02,622[A  ]| To Hector's wife, while Priam held the throne,
079:02,623[A  ]| Thro' which she brought Astyanax, unseen,
079:02,624[A  ]| To cheer his grandsire and his grandsire's queen.
079:02,625[A  ]| Thro' this we pass, and mount the tow'r, from whence
079:02,626[A  ]| With unavailing arms the Trojans make defense.
079:02,627[A  ]| From this the trembling king had oft descried
079:02,628[A  ]| The Grecian camp, and saw their navy ride.
079:02,629[A  ]| Beams from its lofty height with swords we hew,
079:02,630[A  ]| Then, wrenching with our hands, th' assault renew;
079:02,631[A  ]| And, where the rafters on the columns meet,
079:02,632[A  ]| We push them headlong with our arms and feet.
079:02,633[A  ]| The lightning flies not swifter than the fall,
079:02,634[A  ]| Nor thunder louder than the ruin'd wall:
079:02,635[A  ]| Down goes the top at once; the Greeks beneath
079:02,636[A  ]| Are piecemeal torn, or pounded into death.
079:02,637[A  ]| Yet more succeed, and more to death are sent;
079:02,638[A  ]| We cease not from above, nor they below relent.
079:02,639[A  ]| Before the gate stood Pyrrhus, threat'ning loud,
079:02,640[A  ]| With glitt'ring arms conspicuous in the crowd.
079:02,641[A  ]| So shines, renew'd in youth, the crested snake,
079:02,642[A  ]| Who slept the winter in a thorny brake,
079:02,643[A  ]| And, casting off his slough when spring returns,
079:02,644[A  ]| Now looks aloft, and with new glory burns;
079:02,645[A  ]| Restor'd with pois'nous herbs, his ardent sides
079:02,646[A  ]| Reflect the sun; and rais'd on spires he rides;
079:02,647[A  ]| High o'er the grass, hissing he rolls along,
079:02,648[A  ]| And brandishes by fits his forky tongue.
079:02,649[A  ]| Proud Periphas, and fierce Automedon,
079:02,650[A  ]| His father's charioteer, together run
079:02,651[A  ]| To force the gate; the Scyrian infantry
079:02,652[A  ]| Rush on in crowds, and the barr'd passage free.
079:02,653[A  ]| Ent'ring the court, with shouts the skies they rend;
079:02,654[A  ]| And flaming firebrands to the roofs ascend.
079:02,655[A  ]| Himself, among the foremost, deals his blows,
079:02,656[A  ]| And with his ax repeated strokes bestows
079:02,657[A  ]| On the strong doors; then all their shoulders ply,
079:02,658[A  ]| Till from the posts the brazen hinges fly.
079:02,659[A  ]| He hews apace; the double bars at length
079:02,660[A  ]| Yield to his ax and unresisted strength.
079:02,661[A  ]| A mighty breach is made: the rooms conceal'd
079:02,662[A  ]| Appear, and all the palace is reveal'd;
079:02,663[A  ]| The halls of audience, and of public state,
079:02,664[A  ]| And where the lonely queen in secret sate.
079:02,665[A  ]| Arm'd soldiers now by trembling maids are seen,
079:02,666[A  ]| With not a door, and scarce a space, between.
079:02,667[A  ]| The house is fill'd with loud laments and cries,
079:02,668[A  ]| And shrieks of women rend the vaulted skies;
079:02,669[A  ]| The fearful matrons run from place to place,
079:02,670[A  ]| And kiss the thresholds, and the posts embrace.
079:02,671[A  ]| The fatal work inhuman Pyrrhus plies,
079:02,672[A  ]| And all his father sparkles in his eyes;
079:02,673[A  ]| Nor bars, nor fighting guards, his force sustain:
079:02,674[A  ]| The bars are broken, and the guards are slain.
079:02,675[A  ]| In rush the Greeks, and all the apartments fill;
079:02,676[A  ]| Those few defendants whom they find, they kill.
079:02,677[A  ]| Not with so fierce a rage the foaming flood
079:02,678[A  ]| Roars, when he finds his rapid course withstood;
079:02,679[A  ]| Bears down the dams with unresisted sway,
079:02,680[A  ]| And sweeps the cattle and the cots away.
079:02,681[A  ]| These eyes beheld him when he march'd between
079:02,682[A  ]| The brother kings: I saw th' unhappy queen,
079:02,683[A  ]| The hundred wives, and where old Priam stood,
079:02,684[A  ]| To stain his hallow'd altar with his brood.
079:02,685[A  ]| The fifty nuptial beds (such hopes had he,
079:02,686[A  ]| So large a promise, of a progeny),
079:02,687[A  ]| The posts, of plated gold, and hung with spoils,
079:02,688[A  ]| Fell the reward of the proud victor's toils.
079:02,689[A  ]| Where'er the raging fire had left a space,
079:02,690[A  ]| The Grecians enter and possess the place.
079:02,691[A  ]| Perhaps you may of Priam's fate enquire.
079:02,692[A  ]| He, when he saw his regal town on fire,
079:02,693[A  ]| His ruin'd palace, and his ent'ring foes,
079:02,694[A  ]| On ev'ry side inevitable woes,
079:02,695[A  ]| In arms, disus'd, invests his limbs, decay'd,
079:02,696[A  ]| Like them, with age; a late and useless aid.
079:02,697[A  ]| His feeble shoulders scarce the weight sustain;
079:02,698[A  ]| Loaded, not arm'd, he creeps along with pain,
079:02,699[A  ]| Despairing of success, ambitious to be slain!
079:02,700[A  ]| Uncover'd but by heav'n, there stood in view
079:02,700[A  ]| An altar; near the hearth a laurel grew,
079:02,701[A  ]| Dodder'd with age, whose boughs encompass round
079:02,702[A  ]| The household gods, and shade the holy ground.
079:02,703[A  ]| Here Hecuba, with all her helpless train
079:02,704[A  ]| Of dames, for shelter sought, but sought in vain.
079:02,705[A  ]| Driv'n like a flock of doves along the sky,
079:02,706[A  ]| Their images they hug, and to their altars fly.
079:02,707[A  ]| The Queen, when she beheld her trembling lord,
079:02,708[A  ]| And hanging by his side a heavy sword,
079:02,709@j   | "What rage," 
079:02,709[A  ]| she cried, 
079:02,709@j   | "has seiz'd my husband's mind?
079:02,710@j   | What arms are these, and to what use design'd?
079:02,711@j   | These times want other aids! Were Hector here,
079:02,712@j   | Ev'n Hector now in vain, like Priam, would appear.
079:02,713@j   | With us, one common shelter thou shalt find,
079:02,714@j   | Or in one common fate with us be join'd."
079:02,715[A  ]| She said, and with a last salute embrac'd
079:02,716[A  ]| The poor old man, and by the laurel plac'd.
079:02,717[A  ]| Behold! Polites, one of Priam's sons,
079:02,718[A  ]| Pursued by Pyrrhus, there for safety runs.
079:02,719[A  ]| Thro' swords and foes, amaz'd and hurt, he flies
079:02,720[A  ]| Thro' empty courts and open galleries.
079:02,721[A  ]| Him Pyrrhus, urging with his lance, pursues,
079:02,722[A  ]| And often reaches, and his thrusts renews.
079:02,723[A  ]| The youth, transfix'd, with lamentable cries,
079:02,724[A  ]| Expires before his wretched parent's eyes:
079:02,725[A  ]| Whom gasping at his feet when Priam saw,
079:02,726[A  ]| The fear of death gave place to nature's law;
079:02,727[A  ]| And, shaking more with anger than with age,
079:02,728@h   | "The gods," 
079:02,728[A  ]| said he, 
079:02,728@h   | "requite thy brutal rage!
079:02,729@h   | As sure they will, barbarian, sure they must,
079:02,730@h   | If there be gods in heav'n, and gods be just ~~ 
079:02,731@h   | Who tak'st in wrongs an insolent delight;
079:02,732@h   | With a son's death t' infect a father's sight.
079:02,733@h   | Not he, whom thou and lying fame conspire
079:02,734@h   | To call thee his ~~ not he, thy vaunted sire,
079:02,735@h   | Thus us'd my wretched age: the gods he fear'd,
079:02,736@h   | The laws of nature and of nations heard.
079:02,737@h   | He cheer'd my sorrows, and, for sums of gold,
079:02,738@h   | The bloodless carcass of my Hector sold;
079:02,739@h   | Pitied the woes a parent underwent,
079:02,740@h   | And sent me back in safety from his tent."
079:02,741[A  ]| This said, his feeble hand a javelin threw,
079:02,742[A  ]| Which, flutt'ring, seem'd to loiter as it flew:
079:02,743[A  ]| Just, and but barely, to the mark it held,
079:02,744[A  ]| And faintly tinkled on the brazen shield.
079:02,745[A  ]| Then Pyrrhus thus: 
079:02,745@k   | "Go thou from me to fate,
079:02,746@k   | And to my father my foul deeds relate.
079:02,747@k   | Now die!" 
079:02,747[A  ]| With that he dragg'd the trembling sire,
079:02,748[A  ]| Slidd'ring thro' clotter'd blood and holy mire,
079:02,749[A  ]| (The mingled paste his murder'd son had made,)
079:02,750[A  ]| Haul'd from beneath the violated shade,
079:02,751[A  ]| And on the sacred pile the royal victim laid.
079:02,752[A  ]| His right hand held his bloody falchion bare,
079:02,753[A  ]| His left he twisted in his hoary hair;
079:02,754[A  ]| Then, with a speeding thrust, his heart he found:
079:02,755[A  ]| The lukewarm blood came rushing thro' the wound,
079:02,756[A  ]| And sanguine streams distain'd the sacred ground.
079:02,757[A  ]| Thus Priam fell, and shar'd one common fate
079:02,758[A  ]| With Troy in ashes, and his ruin'd state:
079:02,759[A  ]| He, who the scepter of all Asia sway'd,
079:02,760[A  ]| Whom monarchs like domestic slaves obey'd.
079:02,761[A  ]| On the bleak shore now lies th' abandon'd king,
079:02,762[A  ]| A headless carcass, and a nameless thing.
079:02,763[A  ]| Then, not before, I felt my cruddled blood
079:02,764[A  ]| Congeal with fear, my hair with horror stood:
079:02,765[A  ]| My father's image fill'd my pious mind,
079:02,766[A  ]| Lest equal years might equal fortune find.
079:02,767[A  ]| Again I thought on my forsaken wife,
079:02,768[A  ]| And trembled for my son's abandon'd life.
079:02,769[A  ]| I look'd about, but found myself alone,
079:02,770[A  ]| Deserted at my need! My friends were gone.
079:02,771[A  ]| Some spent with toil, some with despair oppress'd,
079:02,772[A  ]| Leap'd headlong from the heights; the flames consum'd the rest.
079:02,773[A  ]| Thus, wand'ring in my way, without a guide,
079:02,774[A  ]| The graceless Helen in the porch I spied
079:02,775[A  ]| Of Vesta's temple; there she lurk'd alone;
079:02,776[A  ]| Muffled she sate, and, what she could, unknown:
079:02,777[A  ]| But, by the flames that cast their blaze around,
079:02,778[A  ]| That common bane of Greece and Troy I found.
079:02,779[A  ]| For Ilium burnt, she dreads the Trojan sword;
079:02,780[A  ]| More dreads the vengeance of her injur'd lord;
079:02,781[A  ]| Ev'n by those gods who refug'd her abhorr'd.
079:02,782[A  ]| Trembling with rage, the strumpet I regard,
079:02,783[A  ]| Resolv'd to give her guilt the due reward:
079:02,784@a   | "Shall she triumphant sail before the wind,
079:02,785@a   | And leave in flames unhappy Troy behind?
079:02,786@a   | Shall she her kingdom and her friends review,
079:02,787@a   | In state attended with a captive crew,
079:02,788@a   | While unreveng'd the good old Priam falls,
079:02,789@a   | And Grecian fires consume the Trojan walls?
079:02,790@a   | For this the Phrygian fields and Xanthian flood
079:02,791@a   | Were swell'd with bodies, and were drunk with blood?
079:02,792@a   | 'T is true, a soldier can small honor gain,
079:02,793@a   | And boast no conquest, from a woman slain:
079:02,794@a   | Yet shall the fact not pass without applause,
079:02,795@a   | Of vengeance taken in so just a cause;
079:02,796@a   | The punish'd crime shall set my soul at ease,
079:02,797@a   | And murm'ring manes of my friends appease."
079:02,798[A  ]| Thus while I rave, a gleam of pleasing light
079:02,799[A  ]| Spread o'er the place; and, shining heav'nly bright,
079:02,800[A  ]| My mother stood reveal'd before my sight
079:02,801[A  ]| Never so radiant did her eyes appear;
079:02,802[A  ]| Not her own star confess'd a light so clear:
079:02,803[A  ]| Great in her charms, as when on gods above
079:02,804[A  ]| She looks, and breathes herself into their love.
079:02,805[A  ]| She held my hand, the destin'd blow to break;
079:02,806[A  ]| Then from her rosy lips began to speak:
079:02,807@e   | "My son, from whence this madness, this neglect
079:02,808@e   | Of my commands, and those whom I protect?
079:02,809@e   | Why this unmanly rage? Recall to mind
079:02,810@e   | Whom you forsake, what pledges leave behind.
079:02,811@e   | Look if your helpless father yet survive,
079:02,812@e   | Or if Ascanius or Creusa live.
079:02,813@e   | Around your house the greedy Grecians err;1
079:02,814@e   | And these had perish'd in the nightly war,
079:02,815@e   | But for my presence and protecting care.
079:02,816@e   | Not Helen's face, nor Paris, was in fault;
079:02,817@e   | But by the gods was this destruction brought.
079:02,818@e   | Now cast your eyes around, while I dissolve
079:02,819@e   | The mists and films that mortal eyes involve,
079:02,820@e   | Purge from your sight the dross, and make you see
079:02,821@e   | The shape of each avenging deity.
079:02,822@e   | Enlighten'd thus, my just commands fulfil,
079:02,823@e   | Nor fear obedience to your mother's will.
079:02,824@e   | Where yon disorder'd heap of ruin lies,
079:02,825@e   | Stones rent from stones; where clouds of dust arise ~~ 
079:02,826@e   | Amid that smother Neptune holds his place,
079:02,827@e   | Below the wall's foundation drives his mace,
079:02,828@e   | And heaves the building from the solid base.
079:02,829@e   | Look where, in arms, imperial Juno stands
079:02,830@e   | Full in the Scaean gate, with loud commands,
079:02,831@e   | Urging on shore the tardy Grecian bands.
079:02,832@e   | See! Pallas, of her snaky buckler proud,
079:02,833@e   | Bestrides the tow'r, refulgent thro' the cloud:
079:02,834@e   | See! Jove new courage to the foe supplies,
079:02,835@e   | And arms against the town the partial deities.
079:02,836@e   | Haste hence, my son; this fruitless labor end:
079:02,837@e   | Haste, where your trembling spouse and sire attend:
079:02,838@e   | Haste; and a mother's care your passage shall befriend."
079:02,839[A  ]| She said, and swiftly vanish'd from my sight,
079:02,840[A  ]| Obscure in clouds and gloomy shades of night.
079:02,841[A  ]| I look'd, I listen'd; dreadful sounds I hear;
079:02,842[A  ]| And the dire forms of hostile gods appear.
079:02,843[A  ]| Troy sunk in flames I saw (nor could prevent),
079:02,844[A  ]| And Ilium from its old foundations rent;
079:02,845[A  ]| Rent like a mountain ash, which dar'd the winds,
079:02,846[A  ]| And stood the sturdy strokes of lab'ring hinds.
079:02,847[A  ]| About the roots the cruel ax resounds;
079:02,848[A  ]| The stumps are pierc'd with oft-repeated wounds:
079:02,849[A  ]| The war is felt on high; the nodding crown
079:02,850[A  ]| Now threats a fall, and throws the leafy honors down.
079:02,851[A  ]| To their united force it yields, tho' late,
079:02,852[A  ]| And mourns with mortal groans th' approaching fate:
079:02,853[A  ]| The roots no more their upper load sustain;
079:02,854[A  ]| But down she falls, and spreads a ruin thro' the plain.
079:02,855[A  ]| Descending thence, I scape thro' foes and fire:
079:02,856[A  ]| Before the goddess, foes and flames retire.
079:02,857[A  ]| Arriv'd at home, he, for whose only sake,
079:02,858[A  ]| Or most for his, such toils I undertake,
079:02,859[A  ]| The good Anchises, whom, by timely flight,
079:02,860[A  ]| I purpos'd to secure on Ida's height,
079:02,861[A  ]| Refus'd the journey, resolute to die
079:02,862[A  ]| And add his fun'rals to the fate of Troy,
079:02,863[A  ]| Rather than exile and old age sustain.
079:02,864@l   | "Go you, whose blood runs warm in ev'ry vein.
079:02,865@l   | Had Heav'n decreed that I should life enjoy,
079:02,866@l   | Heav'n had decreed to save unhappy Troy.
079:02,867@l   | 'T is, sure, enough, if not too much, for one,
079:02,868@l   | Twice to have seen our Ilium overthrown.
079:02,869@l   | Make haste to save the poor remaining crew,
079:02,870@l   | And give this useless corpse a long adieu.
079:02,871@l   | These weak old hands suffice to stop my breath;
079:02,872@l   | At least the pitying foes will aid my death,
079:02,873@l   | To take my spoils, and leave my body bare:
079:02,874@l   | As for my sepulcher, let Heav'n take care.
079:02,875@l   | 'T is long since I, for my celestial wife
079:02,876@l   | Loath'd by the gods, have dragg'd a ling'ring life;
079:02,877@l   | Since ev'ry hour and moment I expire,
079:02,878@l   | Blasted from heav'n by Jove's avenging fire."
079:02,879[A  ]| This oft repeated, he stood fix'd to die:
079:02,880[A  ]| Myself, my wife, my son, my family,
079:02,881[A  ]| Intreat, pray, beg, and raise a doleful cry ~~ 
079:02,882@x   | "What, will he still persist, on death resolve,
079:02,883@x   | And in his ruin all his house involve!"
079:02,884[A  ]| He still persists his reasons to maintain;
079:02,884[A  ]| Our pray'rs, our tears, our loud laments, are vain.
079:02,886[A  ]| Urg'd by despair, again I go to try
079:02,887[A  ]| The fate of arms, resolv'd in fight to die:
079:02,888@a   | "What hope remains, but what my death must give?
079:02,889@a   | Can I, without so dear a father, live?
079:02,890@a   | You term it prudence, what I baseness call:
079:02,891@a   | Could such a word from such a parent fall?
079:02,892@a   | If Fortune please, and so the gods ordain,
079:02,893@a   | That nothing should of ruin'd Troy remain,
079:02,894@a   | And you conspire with Fortune to be slain,
079:02,895@a   | The way to death is wide, th' approaches near:
079:02,896@a   | For soon relentless Pyrrhus will appear,
079:02,897@a   | Reeking with Priam's blood ~~ the wretch who slew
079:02,898@a   | The son (inhuman) in the father's view,
079:02,899@a   | And then the sire himself to the dire altar drew.
079:02,900@a   | O goddess mother, give me back to Fate;
079:02,901@a   | Your gift was undesir'd, and came too late!
079:02,902@a   | Did you, for this, unhappy me convey
079:02,903@a   | Thro' foes and fires, to see my house a prey?
079:02,904@a   | Shall I my father, wife, and son behold,
079:02,905@a   | Welt'ring in blood, each other's arms infold?
079:02,906@a   | Haste! gird my sword, tho' spent and overcome:
079:02,907@a   | 'T is the last summons to receive our doom.
079:02,908@a   | I hear thee, Fate; and I obey thy call!
079:02,909@a   | Not unreveng'd the foe shall see my fall.
079:02,910@a   | Restore me to the yet unfinish'd fight:
079:02,911@a   | My death is wanting to conclude the night."
079:02,912[A  ]| Arm'd once again, my glitt'ring sword I wield,
079:02,913[A  ]| While th' other hand sustains my weighty shield,
079:02,914[A  ]| And forth I rush to seek th' abandon'd field.
079:02,915[A  ]| I went; but sad Creusa stopp'd my way,
079:02,916[A  ]| And cross the threshold in my passage lay,
079:02,917[A  ]| Embrac'd my knees, and, when I would have gone,
079:02,918[A  ]| Shew'd me my feeble sire and tender son:
079:02,919@m   | "If death be your design, at least," 
079:02,919[A  ]| said she,
079:02,920@m   | "Take us along to share your destiny.
079:02,921@m   | If any farther hopes in arms remain,
079:02,922@m   | This place, these pledges of your love, maintain.
079:02,923@m   | To whom do you expose your father's life,
079:02,924@m   | Your son's, and mine, your now forgotten wife!"
079:02,925[A  ]| While thus she fills the house with clam'rous cries,
079:02,926[A  ]| Our hearing is diverted by our eyes:
079:02,927[A  ]| For, while I held my son, in the short space
079:02,928[A  ]| Betwixt our kisses and our last embrace;
079:02,929[A  ]| Strange to relate, from young Iulus' head
079:02,930[A  ]| A lambent flame arose, which gently spread
079:02,931[A  ]| Around his brows, and on his temples fed.
079:02,932[A  ]| Amaz'd, with running water we prepare
079:02,933[A  ]| To quench the sacred fire, and slake his hair;
079:02,934[A  ]| But old Anchises, vers'd in omens, rear'd
079:02,935[A  ]| His hands to heav'n, and this request preferr'd:
079:02,936@l   | "If any vows, almighty Jove, can bend
079:02,937@l   | Thy will; if piety can pray'rs commend,
079:02,938@l   | Confirm the glad presage which thou art pleas'd to send."
079:02,939[A  ]| Scarce had he said, when, on our left, we hear
079:02,940[A  ]| A peal of rattling thunder roll in air:
079:02,941[A  ]| There shot a streaming lamp along the sky,
079:02,942[A  ]| Which on the winged lightning seem'd to fly;
079:02,943[A  ]| From o'er the roof the blaze began to move,
079:02,944[A  ]| And, trailing, vanish'd in th' Idaean grove.
079:02,945[A  ]| It swept a path in heav'n, and shone a guide,
079:02,946[A  ]| Then in a steaming stench of sulphur died.
079:02,947[A  ]| The good old man with suppliant hands implor'd
079:02,948[A  ]| The gods' protection, and their star ador'd.
079:02,949@l   | "Now, now," 
079:02,949[A  ]| said he, 
079:02,949@l   | "my son, no more delay!
079:02,950@l   | I yield, I follow where Heav'n shews the way.
079:02,951@l   | Keep, O my country gods, our dwelling place,
079:02,952@l   | And guard this relic of the Trojan race,
079:02,953@l   | This tender child! These omens are your own,
079:02,954@l   | And you can yet restore the ruin'd town.
079:02,955@l   | At least accomplish what your signs foreshow:
079:02,956@l   | I stand resign'd, and am prepar'd to go."
079:02,957[A  ]| He said. The crackling flames appear on high.
079:02,958[A  ]| And driving sparkles dance along the sky.
079:02,959[A  ]| With Vulcan's rage the rising winds conspire,
079:02,960[A  ]| And near our palace roll the flood of fire.
079:02,961@a   | "Haste, my dear father, ('t is no time to wait,)
079:02,962@a   | And load my shoulders with a willing freight.
079:02,963@a   | Whate'er befalls, your life shall be my care;
079:02,964@a   | One death, or one deliv'rance, we will share.
079:02,965@a   | My hand shall lead our little son; and you,
079:02,966@a   | My faithful consort, shall our steps pursue.
079:02,967@a   | Next, you, my servants, heed my strict commands:
079:02,968@a   | Without the walls a ruin'd temple stands,
079:02,969@a   | To Ceres hallow'd once; a cypress nigh
079:02,970@a   | Shoots up her venerable head on high,
079:02,971@a   | By long religion kept; there bend your feet,
079:02,972@a   | And in divided parties let us meet.
079:02,973@a   | Our country gods, the relics, and the bands,
079:02,974@a   | Hold you, my father, in your guiltless hands:
079:02,975@a   | In me 't is impious holy things to bear,
079:02,976@a   | Red as I am with slaughter, new from war,
079:02,977@a   | Till in some living stream I cleanse the guilt
079:02,978@a   | Of dire debate, and blood in battle spilt."
079:02,979[A  ]| Thus, ord'ring all that prudence could provide,
079:02,980[A  ]| I clothe my shoulders with a lion's hide
079:02,981[A  ]| And yellow spoils; then, on my bending back,
079:02,982[A  ]| The welcome load of my dear father take;
079:02,983[A  ]| While on my better hand Ascanius hung,
079:02,984[A  ]| And with unequal paces tripp'd along.
079:02,985[A  ]| Creusa kept behind; by choice we stray
079:02,986[A  ]| Thro' ev'ry dark and ev'ry devious way.
079:02,987[A  ]| I, who so bold and dauntless, just before,
079:02,988[A  ]| The Grecian darts and shock of lances bore,
079:02,989[A  ]| At ev'ry shadow now am seiz'd with fear,
079:02,990[A  ]| Not for myself, but for the charge I bear;
079:02,991[A  ]| Till, near the ruin'd gate arriv'd at last,
079:02,992[A  ]| Secure, and deeming all the danger past,
079:02,993[A  ]| A frightful noise of trampling feet we hear.
079:02,994[A  ]| My father, looking thro' the shades, with fear,
079:02,995[A  ]| Cried out: 
079:02,995@l   | "Haste, haste, my son, the foes are nigh;
079:02,996@l   | Their swords and shining armor I descry."
079:02,997[A  ]| Some hostile god, for some unknown offense,
079:02,998[A  ]| Had sure bereft my mind of better sense;
079:02,999[A  ]| For, while thro' winding ways I took my flight,
079:02,000[A  ]| And sought the shelter of the gloomy night,
079:02,001[A  ]| Alas! I lost Creusa: hard to tell
079:02,002[A  ]| If by her fatal destiny she fell,
079:02,003[A  ]| Or weary sate, or wander'd with affright;
079:02,004[A  ]| But she was lost for ever to my sight.
079:02,005[A  ]| I knew not, or reflected, till I meet
079:02,006[A  ]| My friends, at Ceres' now deserted seat.
079:02,007[A  ]| We met: not one was wanting; only she
079:02,008[A  ]| Deceiv'd her friends, her son, and wretched me.
079:02,009[A  ]| What mad expressions did my tongue refuse!
079:02,010[A  ]| Whom did I not, of gods or men, accuse!
079:02,011[A  ]| This was the fatal blow, that pain'd me more
079:02,012[A  ]| Than all I felt from ruin'd Troy before.
079:02,013[A  ]| Stung with my loss, and raving with despair,
079:02,014[A  ]| Abandoning my now forgotten care,
079:02,015[A  ]| Of counsel, comfort, and of hope bereft,
079:02,016[A  ]| My sire, my son, my country gods I left.
079:02,017[A  ]| In shining armor once again I sheathe
079:02,018[A  ]| My limbs, not feeling wounds, nor fearing death.
079:02,019[A  ]| Then headlong to the burning walls I run,
079:02,020[A  ]| And seek the danger I was forc'd to shun.
079:02,021[A  ]| I tread my former tracks; thro' night explore
079:02,022[A  ]| Each passage, ev'ry street I cross'd before.
079:02,023[A  ]| All things were full of horror and affright,
079:02,024[A  ]| And dreadful ev'n the silence of the night.
079:02,025[A  ]| Then to my father's house I make repair,
079:02,026[A  ]| With some small glimpse of hope to find her there.
079:02,027[A  ]| Instead of her, the cruel Greeks I met;
079:02,028[A  ]| The house was fill'd with foes, with flames beset.
079:02,029[A  ]| Driv'n on the wings of winds, whole sheets of fire,
079:02,030[A  ]| Thro' air transported, to the roofs aspire.
079:02,031[A  ]| From thence to Priam's palace I resort,
079:02,032[A  ]| And search the citadel and desart court.
079:02,033[A  ]| Then, unobserv'd, I pass by Juno's church:
079:02,034[A  ]| A guard of Grecians had possess'd the porch;
079:02,035[A  ]| There Phoenix and Ulysses watch the prey,
079:02,036[A  ]| And thither all the wealth of Troy convey:
079:02,037[A  ]| The spoils which they from ransack'd houses brought,
079:02,038[A  ]| And golden bowls from burning altars caught,
079:02,039[A  ]| The tables of the gods, the purple vests,
079:02,040[A  ]| The people's treasure, and the pomp of priests.
079:02,041[A  ]| A rank of wretched youths, with pinion'd hands,
079:02,042[A  ]| And captive matrons, in long order stands.
079:02,043[A  ]| Then, with ungovern'd madness, I proclaim,
079:02,044[A  ]| Thro' all the silent street, Creusa's name:
079:02,045[A  ]| Creusa still I call; at length she hears,
079:02,046[A  ]| And sudden thro' the shades of night appears ~~ 
079:02,047[A  ]| Appears, no more Creusa, nor my wife,
079:02,048[A  ]| But a pale specter, larger than the life.
079:02,049[A  ]| Aghast, astonish'd, and struck dumb with fear,
079:02,050[A  ]| I stood; like bristles rose my stiffen'd hair.
079:02,051[A  ]| Then thus the ghost began to soothe my grief
079:02,052@n   | "Nor tears, nor cries, can give the dead relief.
079:02,053@n   | Desist, my much-lov'd lord, 't indulge your pain;
079:02,054@n   | You bear no more than what the gods ordain.
079:02,055@n   | My fates permit me not from hence to fly;
079:02,056@n   | Nor he, the great controller of the sky.
079:02,057@n   | Long wand'ring ways for you the pow'rs decree;
079:02,058@n   | On land hard labors, and a length of sea.
079:02,059@n   | Then, after many painful years are past,
079:02,060@n   | On Latium's happy shore you shall be cast,
079:02,061@n   | Where gentle Tiber from his bed beholds
079:02,062@n   | The flow'ry meadows, and the feeding folds.
079:02,063@n   | There end your toils; and there your fates provide
079:02,064@n   | A quiet kingdom, and a royal bride:
079:02,065@n   | There fortune shall the Trojan line restore,
079:02,066@n   | And you for lost Creusa weep no more.
079:02,067@n   | Fear not that I shall watch, with servile shame,
079:02,068@n   | Th' imperious looks of some proud Grecian dame;
079:02,069@n   | Or, stooping to the victor's lust, disgrace
079:02,070@n   | My goddess mother, or my royal race.
079:02,071@n   | And now, farewell! The parent of the gods
079:02,072@n   | Restrains my fleeting soul in her abodes:
079:02,073@n   | I trust our common issue to your care."
079:02,074[A  ]| She said, and gliding pass'd unseen in air.
079:02,075[A  ]| I strove to speak: but horror tied my tongue;
079:02,076[A  ]| And thrice about her neck my arms I flung,
079:02,077[A  ]| And, thrice deceiv'd, on vain embraces hung.
079:02,078[A  ]| Light as an empty dream at break of day,
079:02,079[A  ]| Or as a blast of wind, she rush'd away.
079:02,080[A  ]| Thus having pass'd the night in fruitless pain,
079:02,081[A  ]| I to my longing friends return again,
079:02,082[A  ]| Amaz'd th' augmented number to behold,
079:02,083[A  ]| Of men and matrons mix'd, of young and old;
079:02,084[A  ]| A wretched exil'd crew together brought,
079:02,085[A  ]| With arms appointed, and with treasure fraught,
079:02,086[A  ]| Resolv'd, and willing, under my command,
079:02,087[A  ]| To run all hazards both of sea and land.
079:02,088[A  ]| The Morn began, from Ida, to display
079:02,089[A  ]| Her rosy cheeks; and Phosphor led the day:
079:02,090[A  ]| Before the gates the Grecians took their post,
079:02,091[A  ]| And all pretense of late relief was lost.
079:02,092[A  ]| I yield to Fate, unwillingly retire,
079:02,093[A  ]| And, loaded, up the hill convey my sire."
079:03,000@@@@@| 
079:03,000['  ]| <THE THIRD BOOK OF THE AENEIS>
079:03,000['  ]| <THE ARGUMENT. ~~  AEneas proceeds in his relation: he gives>
079:03,000['  ]| <an account of  the fleet with which he sail'd, and the success of his>
079:03,000['  ]| <first voyage to Thrace. From thence he directs his course to Delos,>
079:03,000['  ]| <and asks the oracle what place the gods had appointed for his>
079:03,000['  ]| <habitation. By a mistake of the oracle's answer, he settles in Crete;>
079:03,000['  ]| <his household gods give him the true sense of the oracle, in a dream.>
079:03,000['  ]| <He follows their advice, and makes the best of his way for Italy. He>
079:03,000['  ]| <is cast on several shores, and meets with very surprising adventures,>
079:03,000['  ]| <till at length he lands on Sicily, where his father Anchises dies. This>
079:03,000['  ]| <is the place which he was sailing from, when the tempest rose, and>
079:03,000['  ]| <threw him upon the Carthaginian coast.>
079:03,001[A  ]| "WHEN Heav'n had overturn'd the Trojan state
079:03,002[A  ]| And Priam's throne, by too severe a fate;
079:03,003[A  ]| When ruin'd Troy became the Grecians' prey,
079:03,004[A  ]| And Ilium's lofty tow'rs in ashes lay;
079:03,005[A  ]| Warn'd by celestial omens, we retreat,
079:03,006[A  ]| To seek in foreign lands a happier seat.
079:03,007[A  ]| Near old Antandros, and at Ida's foot,
079:03,008[A  ]| The timber of the sacred groves we cut,
079:03,009[A  ]| And build our fleet; uncertain yet to find
079:03,010[A  ]| What place the gods for our repose assign'd.
079:03,011[A  ]| Friends daily flock; and scarce the kindly spring
079:03,012[A  ]| Began to clothe the ground, and birds to sing,
079:03,013[A  ]| When old Anchises summon'd all to sea:
079:03,014[A  ]| The crew my father and the Fates obey.
079:03,015[A  ]| With sighs and tears I leave my native shore,
079:03,016[A  ]| And empty fields, where Ilium stood before.
079:03,017[A  ]| My sire, my son, our less and greater gods,
079:03,018[A  ]| All sail at once, and cleave the briny floods.
079:03,019[A  ]| Against our coast appears a spacious land,
079:03,020[A  ]| Which once the fierce Lycurgus did command,
079:03,021[A  ]| (Thracia the name ~~ the people bold in war;
079:03,022[A  ]| Vast are their fields, and tillage is their care,)
079:03,023[A  ]| A hospitable realm while Fate was kind,
079:03,024[A  ]| With Troy in friendship and religion join'd.
079:03,025[A  ]| I land; with luckless omens then adore
079:03,026[A  ]| Their gods, and draw a line along the shore;
079:03,027[A  ]| I lay the deep foundations of a wall,
079:03,028[A  ]| And AEnos, nam'd from me, the city call.
079:03,029[A  ]| To Dionaean Venus vows are paid,
079:03,030[A  ]| And all the pow'rs that rising labors aid;
079:03,031[A  ]| A bull on Jove's imperial altar laid.
079:03,032[A  ]| Not far, a rising hillock stood in view;
079:03,033[A  ]| Sharp myrtles on the sides, and cornels grew.
079:03,034[A  ]| There, while I went to crop the sylvan scenes,
079:03,035[A  ]| And shade our altar with their leafy greens,
079:03,036[A  ]| I pull'd a plant ~~ with horror I relate
079:03,037[A  ]| A prodigy so strange and full of fate.
079:03,038[A  ]| The rooted fibers rose, and from the wound
079:03,039[A  ]| Black bloody drops distill'd upon the ground.
079:03,040[A  ]| Mute and amaz'd, my hair with terror stood;
079:03,041[A  ]| Fear shrunk my sinews, and congeal'd my blood.
079:03,042[A  ]| Mann'd once again, another plant I try:
079:03,043[A  ]| That other gush'd with the same sanguine dye.
079:03,044[A  ]| Then, fearing guilt for some offense unknown,
079:03,045[A  ]| With pray'rs and vows the Dryads I atone,
079:03,046[A  ]| With all the sisters of the woods, and most
079:03,047[A  ]| The God of Arms, who rules the Thracian coast,
079:03,048[A  ]| That they, or he, these omens would avert,
079:03,049[A  ]| Release our fears, and better signs impart.
079:03,050[A  ]| Clear'd, as I thought, and fully fix'd at length
079:03,051[A  ]| To learn the cause, I tugged with all my strength:
079:03,052[A  ]| I bent my knees against the ground; once more
079:03,053[A  ]| The violated myrtle ran with gore.
079:03,054[A  ]| Scarce dare I tell the sequel: from the womb
079:03,055[A  ]| Of wounded earth, and caverns of the tomb,
079:03,056[A  ]| A groan, as of a troubled ghost, renew'd
079:03,057[A  ]| My fright, and then these dreadful words ensued:
079:03,058@w   | "Why dost thou thus my buried body rend?
079:03,059@w   | O spare the corpse of thy unhappy friend!
079:03,060@w   | Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood:
079:03,061@w   | The tears distil not from the wounded wood;
079:03,062@w   | But ev'ry drop this living tree contains
079:03,063@w   | Is kindred blood, and ran in Trojan veins.
079:03,064@w   | O fly from this unhospitable shore,
079:03,065@w   | Warn'd by my fate; for I am Polydore!
079:03,066@w   | Here loads of lances, in my blood embrued,
079:03,067@w   | Again shoot upward, by my blood renew'd."
079:03,068[A  ]| My falt'ring tongue and shiv'ring limbs declare
079:03,069[A  ]| My horror, and in bristles rose my hair.
079:03,070[A  ]| When Troy with Grecian arms was closely pent,
079:03,071[A  ]| Old Priam, fearful of the war's event,
079:03,072[A  ]| This hapless Polydore to Thracia sent:
079:03,073[A  ]| Loaded with gold, he sent his darling, far
079:03,074[A  ]| From noise and tumults, and destructive war,
079:03,075[A  ]| Committed to the faithless tyrant's care;
079:03,076[A  ]| Who, when he saw the pow'r of Troy decline,
079:03,077[A  ]| Forsook the weaker, with the strong to join;
079:03,078[A  ]| Broke ev'ry bond of nature and of truth,
079:03,079[A  ]| And murder'd, for his wealth, the royal youth.
079:03,080[A  ]| O sacred hunger of pernicious gold!
079:03,081[A  ]| What bands of faith can impious lucre hold?
079:03,082[A  ]| Now, when my soul had shaken off her fears,
079:03,083[A  ]| I call my father and the Trojan peers;
079:03,084[A  ]| Relate the prodigies of Heav'n, require
079:03,085[A  ]| What he commands, and their advice desire.
079:03,086[A  ]| All vote to leave that execrable shore,
079:03,087[A  ]| Polluted with the blood of Polydore;
079:03,088[A  ]| But, ere we sail, his fun'ral rites prepare,
079:03,089[A  ]| Then, to his ghost, a tomb and altars rear.
079:03,090[A  ]| In mournful pomp the matrons walk the round,
079:03,091[A  ]| With baleful cypress and blue fillets crown'd,
079:03,092[A  ]| With eyes dejected, and with hair unbound.
079:03,093[A  ]| Then bowls of tepid milk and blood we pour,
079:03,094[A  ]| And thrice invoke the soul of Polydore.
079:03,095[A  ]| Now, when the raging storms no longer reign,
079:03,096[A  ]| But southern gales invite us to the main,
079:03,097[A  ]| We launch our vessels, with a prosp'rous wind,
079:03,098[A  ]| And leave the cities and the shores behind.
079:03,099[A  ]| An island in th' AEgaean main appears;
079:03,100[A  ]| Neptune and wat'ry Doris claim it theirs.
079:03,101[A  ]| It floated once, till Phoebus fix'd the sides
079:03,102[A  ]| To rooted earth, and now it braves the tides.
079:03,103[A  ]| Here, borne by friendly winds, we come ashore,
079:03,104[A  ]| With needful ease our weary limbs restore,
079:03,105[A  ]| And the Sun's temple and his town adore.
079:03,106[A  ]| Anius, the priest and king, with laurel crown'd,
079:03,107[A  ]| His hoary locks with purple fillets bound,
079:03,108[A  ]| Who saw my sire the Delian shore ascend,
079:03,109[A  ]| Came forth with eager haste to meet his friend;
079:03,110[A  ]| Invites him to his palace; and, in sign
079:03,111[A  ]| Of ancient love, their plighted hands they join.
079:03,112[A  ]| Then to the temple of the god I went,
079:03,113[A  ]| And thus, before the shrine, my vows present:
079:03,114@a   | "Give, O Thymbraeus, give a resting place
079:03,115@a   | To the sad relics of the Trojan race;
079:03,116@a   | A seat secure, a region of their own,
079:03,117@a   | A lasting empire, and a happier town.
079:03,118@a   | Where shall we fix? where shall our labors end?
079:03,119@a   | Whom shall we follow, and what fate attend?
079:03,120@a   | Let not my pray'rs a doubtful answer find;
079:03,121@a   | But in clear auguries unveil thy mind."
079:03,122[A  ]| Scarce had I said: he shook the holy ground,
079:03,123[A  ]| The laurels, and the lofty hills around;
079:03,124[A  ]| And from the tripos rush'd a bellowing sound.
079:03,125[A  ]| Prostrate we fell; confess'd the present god,
079:03,126[A  ]| Who gave this answer from his dark abode:
079:03,127@o   | "Undaunted youths, go, seek that mother earth
079:03,128@o   | From which your ancestors derive their birth.
079:03,129@o   | The soil that sent you forth, her ancient race
079:03,130@o   | In her old bosom shall again embrace.
079:03,131@o   | Thro' the wide world th' AEneian house shall reign,
079:03,132@o   | And children's children shall the crown sustain."
079:03,133[A  ]| Thus Phoebus did our future fates disclose:
079:03,134[A  ]| A mighty tumult, mix'd with joy, arose.
079:03,135[A  ]| All are concern'd to know what place the god
079:03,136[A  ]| Assign'd, and where determin'd our abode.
079:03,137[A  ]| My father, long revolving in his mind
079:03,138[A  ]| The race and lineage of the Trojan kind,
079:03,139[A  ]| Thus answer'd their demands: 
079:03,139@l   | "Ye princes, hear
079:03,140@l   | Your pleasing fortune, and dispel your fear.
079:03,141@l   | The fruitful isle of Crete, well known to fame,
079:03,142@l   | Sacred of old to Jove's imperial name,
079:03,143@l   | In the mid ocean lies, with large command,
079:03,144@l   | And on its plains a hundred cities stand.
079:03,145@l   | Another Ida rises there, and we
079:03,146@l   | From thence derive our Trojan ancestry.
079:03,147@l   | From thence, as 't is divulg'd by certain fame,
079:03,148@l   | To the Rhoetean shores old Teucrus came;
079:03,149@l   | There fix'd, and there the seat of empire chose,
079:03,150@l   | Ere Ilium and the Trojan tow'rs arose.
079:03,151@l   | In humble vales they built their soft abodes,
079:03,152@l   | Till Cybele, the mother of the gods,
079:03,153@l   | With tinkling cymbals charm'd th' Idaean woods,
079:03,154@l   | She secret rites and ceremonies taught,
079:03,155@l   | And to the yoke the savage lions brought.
079:03,156@l   | Let us the land which Heav'n appoints, explore;
079:03,157@l   | Appease the winds, and seek the Gnossian shore.
079:03,158@l   | If Jove assists the passage of our fleet,
079:03,159@l   | The third propitious dawn discovers Crete."
079:03,160[A  ]| Thus having said, the sacrifices, laid
079:03,161[A  ]| On smoking altars, to the gods he paid:
079:03,162[A  ]| A bull, to Neptune an oblation due,
079:03,163[A  ]| Another bull to bright Apollo slew;
079:03,164[A  ]| A milk-white ewe, the western winds to please,
079:03,165[A  ]| And one coal-black, to calm the stormy seas.
079:03,166[A  ]| Ere this, a flying rumor had been spread
079:03,167[A  ]| That fierce Idomeneus from Crete was fled,
079:03,168[A  ]| Expell'd and exil'd; that the coast was free
079:03,169[A  ]| From foreign or domestic enemy.
079:03,170[A  ]| We leave the Delian ports, and put to sea;
079:03,171[A  ]| By Naxos, fam'd for vintage, make our way;
079:03,172[A  ]| Then green Donysa pass; and sail in sight
079:03,173[A  ]| Of Paros' isle, with marble quarries white.
079:03,174[A  ]| We pass the scatter'd isles of Cyclades,
079:03,175[A  ]| That, scarce distinguish'd, seem to stud the seas.
079:03,176[A  ]| The shouts of sailors double near the shores;
079:03,177[A  ]| They stretch their canvas, and they ply their oars.
079:03,178@w   | "All hands aloft! for Crete! for Crete!" 
079:03,178[A  ]| they cry,
079:03,179[A  ]| And swiftly thro' the foamy billows fly.
079:03,180[A  ]| Full on the promis'd land at length we bore,
079:03,181[A  ]| With joy descending on the Cretan shore.
079:03,182[A  ]| With eager haste a rising town I frame,
079:03,183[A  ]| Which from the Trojan Pergamus I name:
079:03,184[A  ]| The name itself was grateful; I exhort
079:03,185[A  ]| To found their houses, and erect a fort.
079:03,186[A  ]| Our ships are haul'd upon the yellow strand;
079:03,187[A  ]| The youth begin to till the labor'd land;
079:03,188[A  ]| And I myself new marriages promote,
079:03,189[A  ]| Give laws, and dwellings I divide by lot;
079:03,190[A  ]| When rising vapors choke the wholesome air,
079:03,191[A  ]| And blasts of noisome winds corrupt the year;
079:03,192[A  ]| The trees devouring caterpillars burn;
079:03,193[A  ]| Parch'd was the grass, and blighted was the corn:
079:03,194[A  ]| Nor 'scape the beasts; for Sirius, from on high,
079:03,195[A  ]| With pestilential heat infects the sky:
079:03,196[A  ]| My men ~~ some fall, the rest in fevers fry.
079:03,197[A  ]| Again my father bids me seek the shore
079:03,198[A  ]| Of sacred Delos, and the god implore,
079:03,199[A  ]| To learn what end of woes we might expect,
079:03,200[A  ]| And to what clime our weary course direct.
079:03,201[A  ]| 'T was night, when ev'ry creature, void of cares,
079:03,202[A  ]| The common gift of balmy slumber shares:
079:03,203[A  ]| The statues of my gods (for such they seem'd),
079:03,204[A  ]| Those gods whom I from flaming Troy redeem'd,
079:03,205[A  ]| Before me stood, majestically bright,
079:03,206[A  ]| Full in the beams of Phoebe's ent'ring light.
079:03,207[A  ]| Then thus they spoke, and eas'd my troubled mind:
079:03,208@a   | "What from the Delian god thou go'st to find,
079:03,209@a   | He tells thee here, and sends us to relate.
079:03,210@a   | Those pow'rs are we, companions of thy fate,
079:03,211@a   | Who from the burning town by thee were brought,
079:03,212@a   | Thy fortune follow'd, and thy safety wrought.
079:03,213@a   | Thro' seas and lands as we thy steps attend,
079:03,214@a   | So shall our care thy glorious race befriend.
079:03,215@a   | An ample realm for thee thy fates ordain,
079:03,216@a   | A town that o'er the conquer'd world shall reign.
079:03,217@a   | Thou, mighty walls for mighty nations build;
079:03,218@a   | Nor let thy weary mind to labors yield:
079:03,219@a   | But change thy seat; for not the Delian god,
079:03,220@a   | Nor we, have giv'n thee Crete for our abode.
079:03,221@a   | A land there is, Hesperia call'd of old,
079:03,222@a   | (The soil is fruitful, and the natives bold ~~ 
079:03,223@a   | Th' OEnotrians held it once,) by later fame
079:03,224@a   | Now call'd Italia, from the leader's name.
079:03,225@a   | Iasius there and Dardanus were born;
079:03,226@a   | From thence we came, and thither must return.
079:03,227@a   | Rise, and thy sire with these glad tidings greet.
079:03,228@a   | Search Italy; for Jove denies thee Crete."
079:03,229[A  ]| Astonish'd at their voices and their sight,
079:03,230[A  ]| (Nor were they dreams, but visions of the night;
079:03,231[A  ]| I saw, I knew their faces, and descried,
079:03,232[A  ]| In perfect view, their hair with fillets tied;)
079:03,233[A  ]| I started from my couch; a clammy sweat
079:03,234[A  ]| On all my limbs and shiv'ring body sate.
079:03,235[A  ]| To heav'n I lift my hands with pious haste,
079:03,236[A  ]| And sacred incense in the flames I cast.
079:03,237[A  ]| Thus to the gods their perfect honors done,
079:03,238[A  ]| More cheerful, to my good old sire I run,
079:03,239[A  ]| And tell the pleasing news. In little space
079:03,240[A  ]| He found his error of the double race;
079:03,241[A  ]| Not, as before he deem'd, deriv'd from Crete;
079:03,242[A  ]| No more deluded by the doubtful seat:
079:03,243[A  ]| Then said: 
079:03,243@l   | "O son, turmoil'd in Trojan fate!
079:03,244@l   | Such things as these Cassandra did relate.
079:03,245@l   | This day revives within my mind what she
079:03,246@l   | Foretold of Troy renew'd in Italy,
079:03,247@l   | And Latian lands; but who could then have thought
079:03,248@l   | That Phrygian gods to Latium should be brought,
079:03,249@l   | Or who believ'd what mad Cassandra taught?
079:03,250@l   | Now let us go where Phoebus leads the way."
079:03,251[A  ]| He said; and we with glad consent obey,
079:03,252[A  ]| Forsake the seat, and, leaving few behind,
079:03,253[A  ]| We spread our sails before the willing wind.
079:03,254[A  ]| Now from the sight of land our galleys move,
079:03,255[A  ]| With only seas around and skies above;
079:03,256[A  ]| When o'er our heads descends a burst of rain,
079:03,257[A  ]| And night with sable clouds involves the main;
079:03,258[A  ]| The ruffling winds the foamy billows raise;
079:03,259[A  ]| The scatter'd fleet is forc'd to sev'ral ways;
079:03,260[A  ]| The face of heav'n is ravish'd from our eyes,
079:03,261[A  ]| And in redoubled peals the roaring thunder flies.
079:03,262[A  ]| Cast from our course, we wander in the dark.
079:03,263[A  ]| No stars to guide, no point of land to mark.
079:03,264[A  ]| Ev'n Palinurus no distinction found
079:03,265[A  ]| Betwixt the night and day; such darkness reign'd around
079:03,266[A  ]| Three starless nights the doubtful navy strays,
079:03,267[A  ]| Without distinction, and three sunless days;
079:03,268[A  ]| The fourth renews the light, and, from our shrouds,
079:03,269[A  ]| We view a rising land, like distant clouds;
079:03,270[A  ]| The mountain-tops confirm the pleasing sight,
079:03,271[A  ]| And curling smoke ascending from their height.
079:03,272[A  ]| The canvas falls; their oars the sailors ply;
079:03,273[A  ]| From the rude strokes the whirling waters fly.
079:03,274[A  ]| At length I land upon the Strophades,
079:03,275[A  ]| Safe from the danger of the stormy seas.
079:03,276[A  ]| Those isles are compass'd by th' Ionian main,
079:03,277[A  ]| The dire abode where the foul Harpies reign,
079:03,278[A  ]| Forc'd by the winged warriors to repair
079:03,279[A  ]| To their old homes, and leave their costly fare.
079:03,280[A  ]| Monsters more fierce offended Heav'n ne'er sent
079:03,281[A  ]| From hell's abyss, for human punishment:
079:03,282[A  ]| With virgin faces, but with wombs obscene,
079:03,283[A  ]| Foul paunches, and with ordure still unclean;
079:03,284[A  ]| With claws for hands, and looks for ever lean.
079:03,285[A  ]| We landed at the port, and soon beheld
079:03,286[A  ]| Fat herds of oxen graze the flow'ry field,
079:03,287[A  ]| And wanton goats without a keeper stray'd.
079:03,288[A  ]| With weapons we the welcome prey invade,
079:03,289[A  ]| Then call the gods for partners of our feast,
079:03,290[A  ]| And Jove himself, the chief invited guest.
079:03,291[A  ]| We spread the tables on the greensward ground;
079:03,292[A  ]| We feed with hunger, and the bowls go round;
079:03,293[A  ]| When from the mountain-tops, with hideous cry,
079:03,294[A  ]| And clatt'ring wings, the hungry Harpies fly;
079:03,295[A  ]| They snatch the meat, defiling all they find,
079:03,296[A  ]| And, parting, leave a loathsome stench behind.
079:03,297[A  ]| Close by a hollow rock, again we sit,
079:03,298[A  ]| New dress the dinner, and the beds refit,
079:03,299[A  ]| Secure from sight, beneath a pleasing shade,
079:03,300[A  ]| Where tufted trees a native arbor made.
079:03,301[A  ]| Again the holy fires on altars burn;
079:03,302[A  ]| And once again the rav'nous birds return,
079:03,303[A  ]| Or from the dark recesses where they lie,
079:03,304[A  ]| Or from another quarter of the sky;
079:03,305[A  ]| With filthy claws their odious meal repeat,
079:03,306[A  ]| And mix their loathsome ordures with their meat.
079:03,307[A  ]| I bid my friends for vengeance then prepare,
079:03,308[A  ]| And with the hellish nation wage the war.
079:03,309[A  ]| They, as commanded, for the fight provide,
079:03,310[A  ]| And in the grass their glitt'ring weapons hide;
079:03,311[A  ]| Then, when along the crooked shore we hear
079:03,312[A  ]| Their clatt'ring wings, and saw the foes appear,
079:03,313[A  ]| Misenus sounds a charge: we take th' alarm,
079:03,314[A  ]| And our strong hands with swords and bucklers arm.
079:03,315[A  ]| In this new kind of combat all employ
079:03,316[A  ]| Their utmost force, the monsters to destroy.
079:03,317[A  ]| In vain ~~ the fated skin is proof to wounds;
079:03,318[A  ]| And from their plumes the shining sword rebounds.
079:03,319[A  ]| At length rebuff'd, they leave their mangled prey,
079:03,320[A  ]| And their stretch'd pinions to the skies display.
079:03,321[A  ]| Yet one remain'd ~~ the messenger of Fate:
079:03,322[A  ]| High on a craggy cliff Celaeno sate,
079:03,323[A  ]| And thus her dismal errand did relate:
079:03,324@v   | "What! not contented with our oxen slain,
079:03,325@v   | Dare you with Heav'n an impious war maintain,
079:03,326@v   | And drive the Harpies from their native reign?
079:03,327@v   | Heed therefore what I say; and keep in mind
079:03,328@v   | What Jove decrees, what Phoebus has design'd,
079:03,329@v   | And I, the Furies' queen, from both relate ~~ 
079:03,330@v   | You seek th' Italian shores, foredoom'd by fate:
079:03,331@v   | Th' Italian shores are granted you to find,
079:03,332@v   | And a safe passage to the port assign'd.
079:03,333@v   | But know, that ere your promis'd walls you build,
079:03,334@v   | My curses shall severely be fulfill'd.
079:03,335@v   | Fierce famine is your lot for this misdeed,
079:03,336@v   | Reduc'd to grind the plates on which you feed."
079:03,337[A  ]| She said, and to the neighb'ring forest flew.
079:03,338[A  ]| Our courage fails us, and our fears renew.
079:03,339[A  ]| Hopeless to win by war, to pray'rs we fall,
079:03,340[A  ]| And on th' offended Harpies humbly call,
079:03,341[A  ]| And whether gods or birds obscene they were,
079:03,342[A  ]| Our vows for pardon and for peace prefer.
079:03,343[A  ]| But old Anchises, off'ring sacrifice,
079:03,344[A  ]| And lifting up to heav'n his hands and eyes,
079:03,345[A  ]| Ador'd the greater gods: 
079:03,345@l   | "Avert," 
079:03,345[A  ]| said he,
079:03,346@l   | "These omens; render vain this prophecy,
079:03,347@l   | And from th' impending curse a pious people free!"