Fruits of my plighted faith and boasted care! Which myriads of our martial men surround. If by her fatal destiny she fell, Your turbans underneath your chins are tied. Sergesthus, who began the Sergian race, Auruncan youth, and those Sacrana yields, The dam and offspring white as falling snow: And sounding tempests in dark prisons binds. Propp’d on a pillar, which the ceiling bore, Requires our utmost vigour, and our speed. The rafters are with brazen cov’rings crown’d; The little Amazon could scarcely go: And crown with honours of the conquer’d field: Like lightning, fierce Aeneas, rolling on, Or will the Trojan and the Tyrian line He stood; and, while secure they fed below, Thus Turnus: “Then begin, and try thy fate: Resume your courage and dismiss your care, Meantime my worthy wife our arms mislaid, Found, by the doubtful answers which we make: Capys, and Numitor, of endless fame. On your account I wag’d an impious war— And the loud trumpets break the yielding skies. And thus the tenor of her suit express’d: “O Aeolus! The wars that fame around the world had blown, Here modest matrons, in soft litters driv’n, He leaves the hilly pass, the woods in vain Or trace thro’ valleys the discover’d floods. All obstinate to die, or gain the race. The fix’d foundations of my stubborn heart. He calls to the winds and demands that … But sprawls in pangs of death, and spurns the ground. Still for the growing liver digg’d his breast; Who courted Clytius in his beardless bloom, From her black bloody locks the Fury shakes High on her head she rears two twisted snakes, In deep suspense the Trojan seem’d to stand, Yet, after all his boasts, forsook the fight, Your fame exacts. Now Lucagus and Liger scour the plains, What groans of men shall fill the Martian field! New clamours and new clangours now arise, “The gods have found a fitter sacrifice.” Thro’ the bor’d holes; his body black with dust; And on thy succour and thy faith relies. The fearful train shall take their speedy flight, And scarce their walls the Trojan troops defend: My death is wanting to conclude the night.’ The rest in rout she follows o’er the plain: But chaste Diana, who his death deplor’d, Since on our friendly shore your ships are driv’n: He tries his goring horns against a tree, Glitt’ring in Phrygian arms amidst the war, Ah! Thus, at the signal giv’n, the cranes arise Was laid on Tiber’s banks, oppress’d with grief, Thou hadst not liv’d to see his shameful fate: Evander receives him kindly, furnishes him with men, and So many piercing eyes inlarge her sight; how unlike the living is the dead! Glides by the Sirens’ cliffs, a shelfy coast, Meantime the King of Gods and Mortal Man And arms against the town the partial deities. All seek the mountains, and forsake the town: Glaucus and Medon, high above the rest, When thirty rolling years have run their race, He said, and sent Cyllenius with command Fierce Turnus view’d the Trojan from afar, Aloud she cries: A barren heifer, Proserpine, to thee, Aeneas said, and view’d, with lifted eyes, Rent like a mountain ash, which dar’d the winds, From whence thou least shalt hope, a Grecian town.”. My kingdom claims your birth; my late defence Then, rising on his car, he turn’d his look, At this, she cast a loud and frightful cry. Which aids the cure, with this foments the part; Juturna from afar beheld her fly, Have sent me to these regions void of light, Struck with the sight, and seiz’d with rage divine, Caicus from the rampire saw it rise, Then Liger thus: “Thy confidence is vain Receive our offer’d faith, and give us thine; And others try the twanging bow to bend; Let gifts be to the mighty queen design’d, Ye living fountains, and ye running floods, Look’d back, and doubted in the middle space, Parting, she spoke; and with immortal force Whose brawny back supports the starry skies; Prepar’d for fight; the fatal dart arrives, Green altars, rais’d of turf, with gifts she crown’d, A robe of Tyrian dye the rider wore. “The Volscians overthrown, Camilla kill’d; His fainting limbs against an oak he leant. The first of these obtains a stately steed, A rising temple to the Paphian queen. And ebbing tides bear back upon th’ uncertain sand. (Such is our doom), a chief renown’d in war, You seek the good Acestes’ government, Long since from Neptune’s bars in triumph brought. He star’d about, nor aid nor issue found; Messapus, eager to confound the peace, With thousand others, whom I fear to name, Thus ranges eager Turnus o’er the plain. From land a gentle breeze arose by night, They blow for blow return, and wound for wound; These are your studied cares, your lewd delight: Hard by, the leaping Salian priests advance; Androgeos’ death, and off’rings to his ghost; Such, and so vast as Polypheme appears, Renown’d for peace, and for an age of gold, As when you stemm’d the strong Malean flood, In which the youths to sportful arms he led. Tow’ring his height, and ample was his breast; Oft have our augurs, in prediction skill’d, By Caedicus, Alcathous was slain; And Vulcan rides in triumph o’er the waste; And, overpress’d with nature’s heavy load, This hate, this rage, had been more timely shown. Their souls to hatred, and their hands to war.”, Smear’d as she was with black Gorgonian blood, Since call’d Carmental by the Roman state; And moulds her heart anew, and blots her former care. Heav’ns! “Since in my pow’r and goodness you confide, And on the mountain’s brow Petilia stands, Then thus, with lowly voice, Ilioneus began: “O Queen! Another’s crimes th’ unhappy hunter bore, My Lausus lies extended on the plain: And, more than all the gods, your gen’rous heart. Their fun’ral honours claim’d, and ask’d their quiet graves. vī superum, saevae memorem Iūnōnis ob īram, multa quoque et bellō passus, dum conderet urbem 5. īnferretque deōs Latiō; genus unde Latīnum. Aeneas, with his own ship and six more, arrives safe at an African port. thou hast fail’d thy plighted word, At last, tho’ late, by Lynceus he was seen. As when loud Boreas, with his blust’ring train, Victors and vanquish’d, in the various field, He rose, the coast and country to survey, Then round the rock they steer, and seek the former shores. “Know, first, that heav’n, and earth’s compacted frame, Now, studious of the sight, a num’rous throng No haulsers need to bind the vessels here, Before the throne of angry Jove they stand, And Rome, triumphant, with his presence bless’d. The monstrous body, stretch’d along the ground: Thither his warlike train the Trojan led, A sop, in honey steep’d, to charm the guard; A mother kneels a suppliant for her son. Thus having mourn’d, he gave the word around, And where with shoaly fords Vulturnus roars, His father’s peril Lausus view’d with grief; He broke the heavy links, the mountain clos’d, The Latian lands my progeny receive, The god, insulting with superior strength, Cowards incurable, a woman’s hand The gate, and iron arch above it, stands For breach of public faith, and unexampled deeds. And with new force his fainting foe oppress’d. With serpents girt alike, and crown’d with hissing hair. Young Pallas did his father’s steps attend, Her darling plague, the fav’rite of her snakes; The same, at Hector’s fun’rals, undertook Is fix’d by fate on his eternal chair; In hopes of his embrace, the worst of pain. At Thoas’ ample front, and pierc’d the bone: If you in pity grant this one request, And yet another, fam’d for warlike toils, Swoln with applause, and aiming still at more, and what may yet be done?’ And on the secret shelves with fury cast. I tread my former tracks; thro’ night explore Tiber my name; among the rolling floods And Trojan griefs the Tyrians’ pity claim.” Her heav’nly limbs distill’d a briny sweat. Warm’d in his lungs, and in his vital blood. And leaves her horse at large among her train; Their temples crown, and shade their sweaty brows: the various adventures he met with in defence of it. But, having found it, sicken’d at the sight, To tyrants others have their country sold, Classical Antiquity His eyes, and unexpected sees his friends, And some with sword in hand assault the foe. Usurps her organs and inspires her soul. With juice of med’c’nal herbs prepar’d to bathe the wound. And on the shaded ocean rush’d the night; Of hope bereft, And hence the golden times deriv’d their name. These first infus’d, to lenify the pain, The beauteous Opis thither bent her flight, And to the ceiling flash the glaring day. In high Lyrnessus, and in Troy, he held Know all are foreign, in a larger sense, Thro’ the brown air precipitates his flight. His sire unworthy of so brave a son; And eyes, tho’ clos’d in death, restores to light. Behold the royal prophetess, the fair Appear’d a Greek, and such indeed he was. Now Turnus leads his troops without delay, ‘Haste, my dear father, (’tis no time to wait,) The driving dust proclaims the danger near; But, O! Till in her lap infus’d, he lay possess’d Their friends convey the dead fun’ral fires; With lifted hands and eyes, invokes relief; Then fall so hard, they bound and rise again. Her alter’d mind and alienated care. This fair unfinish’d tale, these broken starts, Now tempt the war no more.” He said, and flew His table on the turf, with cakes of bread; And in a peaceful grave my corpse compose; She feeds their altars with Sabaean smoke, As many more has added in his own.”, Scarce had he said; Achates and his guest, Meantime, his father, now no father, stood, Aeneas draws his forces to the field, Some strike from clashing flints their fiery seed; The Cyprian goddess now inspires her son He whets his fury, and with joy prepares The gloves of death, with sev’n distinguish’d folds Sharp with desire, and furious with disdain; Which I will sum in short. Or set me shipwreck’d on some desert shore, Not for myself, but for the charge I bear; She spoke; and mix’d her speech with mournful cries, Then whirl’d aloft his sword with all his might: To draw the dastard from the fighting crowd, And the disdainful soul came rushing thro’ the wound. What pow’r, O Muses, could avert the flame quarrel Mezentius, Camilla, Messapus, and many other of the neighbouring princes; And sent his voice before him as he flew: The noise and busy concourse of the mart. And, as Ebusus with a thund’ring pace Nor less by land than sea my deeds declare From the fierce virgin when the Grecians fled; And Morini, the last of humankind. Dismiss that vanity: And their mix’d mourning rends the vaulted sky. They rush along; the rattling woods give way; Where proud Pactolus floats the fruitful lands, Time urges, now, to perfect this affair: And lofty Carthage for a dow’r convey.” What speech to frame, and what excuse to find. Snatch’d up, and sav’d from his prevailing foes, Thus much he spoke, and more he would have said; Exert your vigour; tug the lab’ring oar; To plunge the Latins in the last despair. Of particular relevance is the use he makes of the sidus Iulium, an image found in the Eclogues and important in connection with the apocalyptic outlook abroad at the time of Caesar's assassination. Avoiding one, incurs another fate. ’Tis no dishonour for the brave to die, Attend her curses and avenge her death! Now, sinking underneath a load of grief, To him the crown and beauteous bride remain.”, To whom the king sedately thus replied: And all the wounds he for his country bore That Turnus is permitted still to live, Thus chang’d, amidst the crying crowd she ran, White foam at first on the curl’d ocean fries; Aeneas sees, Lest, of the guide bereft, the rudder lost, We seem to run; and, destitute of force, Then I command to weigh; the seamen ply Amidst the press alone provokes a thousand foes, (Queen Dido’s gift,) about his waist he wore; His own Praeneste sends a chosen band, Then thus the goddess of the skies bespoke, thy flight no longer I detain; I lost Creusa: hard to tell Off’ring their gifts at great Anchises’ tomb: Five sheep, according to the rites, he slew; Is freely yours: your anxious fears remove, Your instant arms against the town prepare, But wedg’d within her breast the weapon stands; The mothers listen; but the bleating lambs Four sons of Sulmo, four whom Ufens bred, Thine are the bolts, or the blind work of chance? Then brims his ample bowl. Supply the lamp, and call the maids to rise;— And the large walls, where mighty Gela was; Compell’d to drink the deep Lethaean flood, Tyrrheus, chief ranger to the Latian king: Each will be heard, and all at once advise. Like winds, or empty dreams that fly the day. And you, my lords of Tyre, your vows address ‘Sent by her sire, this dedicated maid! And both the people near destruction brought; And laces on, and wears the waving crest. Strong Halys stands in vain; weak Phlegys flies; His inborn ardour, now invades the field; What priestly rites, alas! No frightful face of danger can be new. “Nor Phoebus flatter’d, nor his answers lied; The silence first, and thus the king bespoke: Surpris’d with fear, he fled along the field, And both the radiant lights, one common soul Thro’ air she flies a suppliant to thy shrine; Roll in his breast, and rouse him to the fight. So fire your mind, in arms assert your right, Thus, when a fearful stag is clos’d around Then lewd Anchemolus he laid in dust, Janus himself before his fane shall wait, Those peals are echo’d by the Trojan throng. She to the Latian palace took her flight: The work which duty binds me to fulfil. Vanquish’d without resource; laid flat by fate; These in the body plac’d, on either hand And the Sun’s temple and his town adore. But Butes breast to breast: the spear descends In perfect view, their hair with fillets tied;) Yet, fond of gaudy spoils, the boy would stay “My friends, and Hector’s followers heretofore, And threat’ning oracles denounce the war. Much less against the tempest force their way. Then, pierc’d with pain, she shook her haughty head, Who long had shunn’d the dangers of the field: The chief beheld their chariots from afar, Th’ effect of fancy, or an idle dream, Who sent you down from heav’n, involv’d in air, She stops the torrents, leaves the channel dry, And wash’d his wounds by Tiber’s yellow flood: And Jove himself gave way to Cynthia’s wrath, And all my vows are terminated there. And life at length forsook his heaving heart, I was not forc’d with ease to quit my ground. The dewy shadows, and restor’d the day, And fierce Numidians there your frontiers bound; Nor knew to fix revenge: “But thou,” he cries, The trembling pilot, from his rudder torn, Like a resistless flood, come rolling on: And dire Tisiphone there keeps the ward, Then loud he call’d Aeneas thrice by name: In fear of this, the Father of the Gods Confessing fate with wonder in his eyes: You have no shores to search, no seas to plow, With prayers and vows. By Tullus’ doom: the brambles drink his blood, To warn him hence; as if the peaceful state Polluted with the blood of Polydore; I gave the Trojan prince, to speed his flight. His leader’s honour and his danger share?” Haste; arm your Ardeans; issue to the plain; And now the sword, and now the sea took place, Uncurl their ridgy backs, and at his foot appear. Could I have thought this threat’ning blow so near, Now, to renew the charge, th’ Arcadians came: Thus said the king. Bellowing his voice, and horrid is his hue. What he design’d, what mischief might arise, But whirl from leathern slings huge balls of lead, Hope arms their courage: from their tow’rs they throw But secret shelves too cautiously he fear’d, Their arms, their numbers, and their names declare. Had found success, and from the cloud retires. Reclaim’d his rage, and sooth’d him into sleep. Your cables cut, and on your oars rely! Son of the God of Winds: none so renown’d There lies a lake, Amsanctus is the name, As all the Dardan and Argolic race Such endless anger in her bosom bear? All in the compass of one mournful night, Heav’n calls me to the war: th’ expected sign That bath’d within, or basked upon his side, Whole sheets of water from the clouds are sent, With roses then the sepulcher he strow’d Witness, ye heavens! Appear by turns, as fortune shifts the scene: And know the soft approaches to his heart. Crown’d with success, I for thyself prepare, The name and fortune of your native place, Two doves, descending from their airy flight, And sacred incense in the flames I cast. Three graceful leaders at their head were seen; Immovable their bodies, fix’d their sight. As rode, before, tall vessels on the deep. There a Massylian priestess I have found, Now board to board the rival vessels row, To quench the sacred fire, and slake his hair; Not far from hence, if I observ’d aright Allur’d with hope of plunder, and intent The queen, Aeneas, and the Tyrian court He, when his country, threaten’d with alarms, Now, fill’d with fear, on their behalf I come; Much better had he curb’d his high desires, He bar’d an ancient oak of all her boughs; And gives her gods companions of thy fate: The rest impower’d, that soon a truce is made. Sprinkling her body from the crystal spring Foretold, alas! The frighted soldiers, when their captains fly, Call’d from his mean abode a scepter to sustain. as a pious and virtuous youth. The ditch with fagots fill’d, the daring foe Justice is fled, and Truth is now no more! ’Tis long since I, for my celestial wife The canvas falls; their oars the sailors ply; Which his own hands on beams and rafters rais’d; Contagion caught the posts; it spread along, Fix’d in the mast the feather’d weapon stands: So Turnus, hasting headlong to the town, One who delights in wars and human woes. Confessing great Camilla, save thy shame.” One shoulder with her painted quiver press’d. In arms prepar’d to combat, hand to hand, Then, fir’d with pious rage, the gen’rous train “Unhappy youth! No more advice is needful; but pursue “Shalt pay for both,” and at the pris’ner flies from whence The fire descends, or mounts, but still prevails; Whose thunder signs the peace, who seals it with his nod; And the loud yell of wat’ry wolves to hear. By what strange blessing are you now restor’d? My goddess mother, whose indulgent care Inflam’d with rage the youthful hero’s heart. Propos’d the terms; his own small strength declar’d; Their images they hug, and to their altars fly. His armour-bearer first, and next he kills Then Saturn came, who fled the pow’r of Jove, And loud laments that rent the liquid air. Amaz’d with fear, I spread a cloud before the victor’s sight, Who forc’d a passage with his pointed spear, “Best of the Greeks, to whom, by fate’s command, or how should he begin? Which with the bord’ring paint of purple glows; By whate’er hand Camilla shall be slain, Who sent the tusky boar to Calydon; The doubt is all from Jove and destiny; So stoops the yellow eagle from on high, Loos’d from your crooked anchors, launch at large, On diff’rent sides, and both by winds are blown; Or thinks he sees, the moon’s uncertain light,) From the bull’s hide, they first inclos’d, and wall’d. Ev’n death stands still; nor from above they throw Now had the morning thrice renew’d the light, Above the sounding waves Camilla flew. So many sons of gods, in bloody fight, Her face is furrow’d, and her front obscene; When love assail’d you, on the Libyan coast.” And miss’d his friend, and cast his eyes around: They turned their prows to the sea, secured the ships’ anchors, by the grip of their flukes, and the curved boats lined the beach. The mighty Thund’rer heard; What he commands, and their advice desire. “Those fatal weapons, which, inur’d to blood, Contract your swelling sails, and luff to wind.” And with our friends our common losses mourn.” But from his headstrong horse his fate he found, She saw the gath’ring crowd; and, gliding thence, From the mid ocean, drives the waves before; This mov’d the murderer’s hate; and soon ensued Nor thy resistless arm the bull withstood, Who till Fescennian or Flavinian lands. A prince that owes his life to you alone. A lofty tow’r, and strong on ev’ry side Ye gods below, Nor could my kindness your compassion move. Six hundred Populonia sent along, All fear’d, and each believ’d himself the man. And strikes so justly where his helmet ends, What right hast thou to rule the Latian state, (Could warning make the world more just or wise): And trembled for my son’s abandon’d life. To nearest land, and make the Libyan shores. Thou art foredoom’d to view the Stygian state: “At length ’tis granted, what I long desir’d! Such troops as these in shining arms were seen, Let Turnus leave the realm to your command, The god was wroth, and at his temples threw Long has my soul desir’d this time and place, Ye Muses, open all your Helicon. Despair, and secret shame, and conscious thought The crowding troops about their gen’ral stand, And sacred priests in order stand around, The priestess and his son thro’ swarms of shades, Yet one remain’d, the messenger of Fate: Dire auguries from hence the Trojans draw; His heavy limbs on jointed pinions bore, Begins at length the light of heav’n to hate, Patient of human hands and earthly steel? Then, where the boy disarm’d, with loosen’d reins, You beg a truce, which I would gladly give, The fabric’s front with cypress twigs they strew, The war was mine: I fly from their relief; The fiery sun had finish’d half his race, Last, the dear corpse embracing, thus he said: Supplies new pilots, and new sweeping oars. And with a storm of darts to distance drive The Grecians had embark’d their naval pow’rs With fates averse, the rout in arms resort, He makes a sour retreat, nor mends his pace; A king and prophet, by King Turnus lov’d: Remov’d from Latium and the promis’d throne. To watch the wasting flames, and weep their burning friends; Among yourselves debate On ev’ry side are seen, descending down, Then Aruns, doom’d to death, his arts assay’d, And golden chains on their white necks they wear. The radiant stars, and heav’n and earth controls: With rattling clangour, rouse the sleepy war. Borne off in state, are buried in the town; And fill his soul with thy celestial fire! The topmost part his glitt’ring arms adorn; His heels flew up; and on the grassy floor Thus looks the prop my declining years! Contented now to gall them from below Much fam’d for arms, and more for filial love, And antique vases, all of gold emboss’d And sacrifice to strife her house and husband’s age. Unhappy Dido little thought what guest, And order’d you the prize without the lot. From which your ancestors derive their birth. Aeneas and Dido into the same cave, where their marriage is supposed to be Thy fatal hour is come, and this the field.” He strided onward, and in vain essay’d Or in the pride of youth o’erleaps the mounds, Some lead their youth abroad, while some condense Himself, meantime, the softest hours would choose, Inflames your alter’d minds? That falchion labour’d for the hero’s sire; And nurs’d his youth along the marshy shore, New objects viewing still, with new surprise; Not fiery coursers, in a chariot race, In shady woods we pass the tedious night, In friendly labour join’d, the list prepar’d. Thro’ smoking fields, his hast’ning enemies; Not far from these Phoenician Dido stood, To access this article, please, Access everything in the JPASS collection, Download up to 10 article PDFs to save and keep, Download up to 120 article PDFs to save and keep. His former youthful mien and shape he wears, Reviews his forces: they with early care And now (the sacred altars plac’d around) Nor he, nor they, with force infringe the peace. Resolv’d to sail, in sleep he pass’d the night; The subject world shall Rome’s dominion own, And drives a storm before her thro’ the skies. What vows avail to cure a bleeding heart! From whence these murmurs, and this change of mind, Steeds are prepar’d to mount the Trojan band, But to the Phrygian pirate, and to thee! They fled for fear; with these, he chas’d along From his bor’d eye the gutt’ring blood he laves: Coroebus then, with youthful hopes beguil’d, Fresh from her wound, her bosom bath’d in blood; Now, Erato, thy poet’s mind inspire, When all th’ united states of Greece combin’d, Her scourge aloft, and crest of hissing snakes. Co Collection internetarchivebooks; americana; greekclassicslist Digitizing sponsor Internet Archive Contributor Internet Archive Language English. He calls new succours, and assaults the prince: Then Turnus, from his chariot leaping light, Then, thro’ the gate of iv’ry, he dismiss’d She saw the Trojan and his joyful train Thou shalt behold a sow upon the ground, An island shades it from the rolling sea, The walls of Pluto’s palace are in view; Oblige the father, and protect the son. Their exercise the chase; the running flood “And what if that request, your tongue denies, He, when he saw his regal town on fire, Now, sacred sisters, open all your spring! The sight of high Phaeacia soon we lost, And goes, with gods averse, o’ermatch’d in might, He calls the gods to witness their offence, Then these elects, the landing to prevent; New counsels tries, and new designs prepares: Which from the Trojan Pergamus I name: One on his sinews and his giant size. All bred in arms, unanimous, and brave. Resolv’d on fight, I am no longer free (on Ida’s holy hill And listen’d ev’ry breath of air to try; “A wand’ring prince enjoy Lavinia’s bed? Against all omens of their ill success. The burthen of his feeble father bore! And, as young striplings whip the top for sport, Each in his longing arms by turns he took; If e’er my pious father, for my sake, And search the citadel and desert court. The den and death of Cacus crown the feast. The grove itself resembles Ida’s wood; The greater part perform’d, achieve the less. With greedy pleasure, and devour’d his charms. Beheld the progress of the moving war: Such as he was, when, by Pelides slain, What should our rest and rising walls withstand, A jarring sound results, and mingles in the sky, “I heard; and Heav’n, that well-born souls inspires, Where ships expos’d to wind and weather lay. All pressing on, pursuers and pursued, “For faith repos’d on seas, and on the flatt’ring sky, And sought the shelter of the gloomy night, The fiery Tarchon, flying o’er the plains, You, who your pious offices employ Is beaten by the winds, with foggy vapours bound. With eyes dejected, and with trembling hands; My thoughts presage! The sleeping guardians of the castle slew, A foreign son is sought, and a mix’d mungril brood. Which in the Cretan fields with care she sought: In Sila’s shades, or on Taburnus’ height; Pleas’d with his motions, ravish’d with his grace; And name of Troy, with that detested town. When nothing could prevail upon him, she contrives her own death, with which The morn had now dispell’d the shades of night, Stoops from above, incumbent on the main; Fair queen, oppose not what the gods command; Nor always errs; for oft the gauntlet draws Hail, holy relics! And since have sought you thro’ the Tuscan main. Your Roman race, and Julian progeny. And where Feronia’s grove and temple stands, He heav’d for wind, and thus his wrath express’d: The cavern rings with clatt’ring; out she flies, And, on a chimney’s top, or turret’s height, or is Hector fled, Proud of his purple trappings, paws the ground, The tracks averse a lying notice gave, Then turning short, at once she seiz’d the rein, While he, th’ undoubted author of our harms, And hangs the monumental crowns on high. The Aeneid Introduction + Context. And brought the needful presence of a god. Here, in his lofty palace, Turnus lay, Then, gazing up, repeated peals they hear; “Hail, O ye holy manes! “What mad expressions did my tongue refuse! or what other name you bear The lover gaz’d, and, burning with desire, I wish, might err thro’ causeless fears, And sing an act so noble and so new, And smooth our passage to the port assign’d!’ Assumes his shape, his armour, and his mien, The hostile spear, yet sticking in his wound, First in the council hall to steer the state, To pay my penance till my years expire. And cuff the cliffs with pinions not their own. Resolv’d to give her guilt the due reward: Meantime, intent upon their siege, the foes Then, waving high her torch, the signal made, And giv’n his rolling eyes a sparkling grace, What means thy ling’ring in the Libyan land? Whom first we serve, whole woods of unctuous pine What arms are these, and to what use design’d? But in a narrower ring she makes the race; We met in fight; I know him, to my cost: This plant Latinus, when his town he wall’d, And young Ascanius till his manhood owe.”, “And I, whose welfare in my father lies,” To scorn Hyarbas, and his love reject, Your sire, and you, resolve on foreign blood, The crackling crop a noisome scent expires. “O king, of Faunus’ royal family! To fruitful Italy their course they steer, In altar-wise, a stately pile they rear; Such reverend rites their fathers us’d to pay. Snatch’d the first weapon which his haste could find. Could they not fall unpitied on the plain, What madness has your alter’d minds possess’d, Nor thought so dire a rage possess’d her mind. Thus lessen’d in her form, with frightful cries His father Hyrtacus of noble blood; Was view’d at first by the young hero’s hounds, What are his vain designs! Clashing his sword against his brazen shield, As priests, were added the Pinarian house, Dispers’d and dash’d the rest upon the rocky shore. Blind in their fear, they bounce against the wall, Beheld whole heaps of foes in battle kill’d; And Priam’s ruin’d palace to restore. And, flying with a force, that force assists his way. Young Ornithus bestrode a hunter steed, And groves are planted round his blest abode. And dreadful ev’n the silence of the night. The wrathful sword, or fewer foes destroys; With him she strove to join Lavinia’s hand, Our exil’d crew has sought th’ Ausonian ground; Then, with a leap, his lofty chariot gains, Minerva’s gift, your town in flames shall burn, Why thus, unforc’d, should we so tamely yield, To whom Mezentius thus: “Thy vaunts are vain. But after, when exempt from mortal earth, When spoils by lot the victor shall obtain— Then thrice around his neck his arms he threw; The lodging is well worthy of the guest. Down sunk the monster bulk and press’d the ground; And seek the homely cots, or mountain’s hollow side. The steel remains. And lie by noble Hector on the plain, “This when the priest with friendly voice declar’d, All cause of hate was ended in their death; She In which he wraps his queen, and hides the flying host. To gratify the queen, and gain the court. Receiv’d Alcides, then a conqueror. And, till Aeneas shall Lavinia wed, Last follows in the rear th’ Arcadian throng. Alive or dead, I shall deserve a name; But good Aeneas, tho’ he much desir’d By thousands follow’d thro’ the flow’ry plain, Saw Dido fetter’d in the chains of love, Wishing some nobler beast to cross his way, Such boding omens, and prejudge the war. Then, what he suffer’d, when by Fate betray’d! 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