tio
	POPE'S	TRANSLATIONS.
	"	Meanwhile	our	vessels	plough	the	liquid	plain,
	And	soon	the	known	ffiolian	coast	regain,
	Our	groans	the	rocks	remurmur'd	to	the	main.
	We	loap'd	on	shore,	and	with	a	scanty	feast
	Our	thirst	and	hunger	hastily	repress'd;
	That	done,	two	chosen	heralds	straight	attend
	Our	second	progress	to	my	royal	friend	:
	And	hirn	amidst	his	jovial	sons	we	found	;
	The	banquet	steaming,	and	the	goblets	crown'd:
	There	humbly	stopp'd	with	conscious	shame	and
	awe,
	Nor	nearer	than	the	gate	presum'd	to	draw.
	But	soon	his	sons	their	well-known	guest	descry'd,
	And,	starting	from	their	couches,	loudly	cry'd	:
	'	Ulysses	here	!	what	demon	could'st	thou	meet
	To	thwart	thy	passage,	and	repel	thy	fleet	?
	Wast	thou	not	t'urnish'd	by	our	choicest	care
	For	Greece,	ft>r	home,	and	all	thy	soul	held	dear	!'
	Thus	they	:	in	silence	long	my	fate	I	mourn'd,
	At	length	these	words	with	accent	low	return'd	:
	'	Me,	lock'd	in	sleep,	my	faithless	crew	bereft
	Of	all	the	blessings	of	your	godlike	gift!
	But	grant,	oh	grant,	our	loss	we	may	retrieve	!
	A	favour	you,	and	you	alone,	can	give.'	.
	"	Thus	I	with	art	to	move	their	pity	try'd,
	And	touch'd	the	youths	;	but	their	stern	sire
	reply'd:
	'	Vile	wretch,	begone!	this	instant	I	command
	Thy	fleet	accurs'd	to	leave	our	hallow'd	land.
	His	baneful	suit	pollutes	these	bless'd	abodes,
	Whose	fate	proclaims	him	hateful	to	the	gods.'
	"	Thus	fierce	he	said	:	we	sighing	went	our	way,
	And	with	desponding	hearts	put	oft'	to	sea.
	The	sailors,	spent	with	toils,	their	folly	mourn,
	But	mourn	in	vain	;	no	prospect	of	return.
	Six	clays	and	nights	a	doubtful	course	we	steer,
	The	next	proud	Lamos'	stately	towers	appear,
	And	Laistrigonia's	gates	arise	distinct	in	air.
	The	shepherd,	quitting	here	at	night	the	plain,
	Cajls,	to	succeed	his	cares,	the	watchful	swain;
	But	he	that	scorns	the	chains	of	sleep	to	wear,
	And	adds	the	herdsman's	to	the	shepherd's	care,
	So	near	the	pastures,	and	so	short,	the	way,
	His	double	toils	may	claim	a	double	pay,
	And	join	the	labours	of	the	night	and	day.
	"	Within	a	long	recess	a	bay	there	lies,
	Edg'd	round	with	cliffs,	high	pointing	to	the	skies:
	The	jutting	shores	that	swell	on	either	side
	Contract	its	mouth,	and	break	the	rushing	tide.
	Our	eager	sailors	seize	the	fair	retreat,
	And	bound	within	the	port	their	crowded	fleet	j
	For	here	retird	the	sinking	billows	sleep,
	And	smiling	calmness	silver'd	o'er	the	deep.
	I	only	in	the	bay	refus'd	to	moor,
	And	fix'd,	without,	my	halsers	to	the	shore,	[brow
	"	From	thence	we	climb'd	a	point,	whose	airy
	Commands	the	prospect	of	the	plains	below	:
	No	tracts	of	beasts,	or	signs	of	men,	we	found,
	But	smoky	volumes	rolling	from	the	ground.
	Two	with	our	herald	thither	we	command,
	"With	speed	to	learn	what	men	possess'd	the	land.
	They	went,	and	kept	the	wheel's	smooth	beaten
	road,
	Which	to	the	city	drew	the	mountain	wood	;
	When	lo	!	they	met,	beside	a	crystal	spring,
	The	daughter	of	Antiphates	the	king	;
	She	to	Artacia's	silver	streams	came	down
	(	Artacia's	streams	alone	supply	the	town)	:
	The	damsel	they	approach'd,	and	ask'd	what	race
	The	feoplc	were	?	who	monarch	of	the	place	?
	With	joy	the	maid	th'	unwary	stranger's	heard,
	And	show'd	them	where	the	royal	dome	appenr'd.
	They	went	;	but,	as	they	entering	saw	the	queen
	Of	size	enormous,	and	terrific	mien,
	(Not	yielding	to	some	bulky	mountain's	height)
	A	sudden	horrour	struck	their	aking	sight.
	Swift,	at	her	call,	her	husband	scour'd	away,
	To	wreak	his	hunger	on	the	destin'd	prey	;
	One	for	his	food	the	raging	glutton	slew,
	But	two	rush'd	out,	and	to	the	nav}'	flew.
	Balk'd	of	his	prey,	the	yelling	monster	flics,
	And	fills	the	city	with	his	hideous	cries	;
	A	ghastly	band	of	giants	hear	the	roar,
	And,	pouring	down	the	mountains,	crowd	the	shore.
	Fragments	they	rend	from	off	the	craggy	brow,
	And	dash	the	ruins	on	the	ships	below	:
	The	crackling	vessels	burst	;	hoarse	groans	arise,
	And	mingled	horrours	echo	to	the	skies	;
	The	men,	like	fish,	they	stuck	upon	the	flood,
	And	cramm'd	their	iilthy	throats	with	human	food.
	Whilst	thus	their	fury	rages	at	the	bay,
	My	sword	our	cables	cut,	I	cat	I'd	to	weigh	;
	And	charg'd	my	men,	as	they	from	fate	would	fly,
	Each	nerve	to	strain,	each	bending	oar	to	ply.
	The	sailors	catch	the	word,	their	oars	they	seize,
	And	sweep	with	equal	strokes	the	smoky	seas	:
	Clear	of	the	rocks	th'	impatient	vessel	flies	;
	Whilst	in	the	port	each	wretch	encumber'd	dies.
	With	earnest	haste	my	frighted	sailors	press,
	While	kindling	transports	glow'd	at	our	success;
	But	the	sad	fate	that	did	our	friends	destroy
	Cool'd	every	breast,	and	damp'd	the	rising	joy.
	"	Now	dropp'd	our	anchors	in	th'	JEaean	bay,
	Where	Circe	dwelt,	the	daughter	of	the	day	;
	Her	mother	Perse,	of	old	Ocean's	strain,
	Thus	from	the	Sun	descended	and	the	Main
	(From	the	same	lineage	stern	JEastcs	came,
	The	far-fam'd	brother	of	th'	enchantress	dame)	;
	Goddess,	and	queen,	to	whom	the	powers	belong
	Of	dreadful	magic,	and	commanding	song.
	Some	god	directing,	to	this	peaceful	bay
	Silent	we	came,	and	melancholy	lay,
	Spent	and	o'erwatch'd.	Two	days	and	nights
	roll'd	on,
	And	now	the	third	succeeding	morning	shone.
	I	climb'd	a	cliff,	with	spear	and	sword	in	hand,
	Whose	ridge	o'erlook'd	a	shady	length	of	land	:
	To	learn	if	aught	of	mortal	works	appear,
	Or	cheerful	voice	of	mortal	strike	the	ear.
	From	the	high	point	I	mark'd,	in	distant	view,
	A	stream	of	curling	smoke	ascending	blue,
	And	spiry	tops,	the	tufted	trees	above,
	Of	Circe's	palace	bosom'd	in	the	grove.
	"	Thither	to	haste,	the	region	to	explore,
	Was	first	my	thought	:	but,	speeding	back	to	shore,
	I	deem'd	it	bert	to	visit	first	my	crew,
	And	send	out	spies	the	dubious	coast	to	view.
	As	down	the	hill	I	solitary	go,
	Some	power	divine,	who	pities	human	woe,
	Sent	a	tall	stag,	descending	from	the	wood,
	To	cool	his	fervour	in	the	crystal	flood	;
	Luxuriant	on	the	wave-worn	bank	he	lay,
	Stretch'd	forth,	and	panting	in	the	sunny	ray.
	1	lanch'd	rny	spear,	and	with	a	sudden	wound
	Transpierc'd	his	back,	and	fix'd	him	to	the	ground.
	He	fulls,	and	mourns	his	fate	with	human	cries	^
	Through	the	wide	wound	the	vital	spirit	flies.
	I	drew,	and	casting	on	the	river's	side
	The	bloody	spear,	his	gather'd	feet	I	ty'd
	With	twining	osiers,	which	th,e	bank	supplied.


HOMER'S	ODYSSFA'.	BOOK	XIV.
	2.31
	Nine	ships	I	marm'd,	equipp'd	with	ready	stores,
	Intent	to	voyage	to	th'	Egyptian	shores	;
	In	feast	an<l	sacrifice	rhy	chosen	train	fmain.
	Six	days	consuni'd	;	the	seventh	we	plough'd	the
	Crete's	ample	fiel	Is	diminish	to	our	eye;
	Before	the	Horeal	blasts	the	vessels	fly	;
	Safe	through	the	level	seas	we	sweep	our	way	:
	The	steer-man	governs,	and	the	ships	obey.
	The	fifth	fair	morn	we	st-	m	th'	^Egyptian	tide	:
	And	tilting	o'er	the	bay	the	vessels	ride	:
	To	anchor	there	my	fellows	I	command,
	And	spies	commission	to	explore	the	land.
	But,	sway'd	by	lust	of	gain,	and	headlong	will,
	The	coasts	they	ravage,	and	the	natives	kill.
	The	spr	ading	clamour	to	their	city	flies,
	And	horse	and	foot	in	mingled	tumults	rise.
	The	reddening	dawn	reveals	the	circling	fields,
	Horrid	with	bristly	spears,	and	glancing	shields.
	Jove	thnnder'd	on	their	side.	Our	guilty	head
	We	tum'd	to	flight;	the	gathering	vengeance
	spread
	On	ail	parts	round,	and	heaps	on	heafis	lie	dead.
	I	then	explor'd	my	thought,	what	course	to	prove	;
	(	And	sure	the	thought	was	dictated	by	Jove,)
	Oh	!	had	he	left	me	to	that	happier	doom,
	And	sav'd	a	life	of	miseries	to	come	!
	The	radiant	helmet	from	my	brows	unlac'd
	And	low	on	earth	my	shield	and	javelin	cast,
	I	met	the	monarch	with	a	suppliant's	face,
	Approach	his	chariot,	and	his	knees	embrace.
	He	hear'd,	he	sav'd,	he	placM	me	at	his	side	;
	My	state	he	pity'd,	and	my	tears	he	dried,
	Jlestrain'd	the	rage	the	vengeful	foe	express'd,
	And	turn'd	the	deadly	weapons	from	my	breast.
	Pious	!	$o	guard	the	hospitable	rite,
	And	fearing	Jove,	whom	mercy's	works	delight.
	"	In	.^Egypt	thus	with	peaoe	and	plenty	blest,
	I	liv'd	(and	happy	still	had	liv'd)	a	guest,
	On	seven	bright	years	successive	blessings	wait	;
	The	next	chang'd	all	the	colour	of	my	fate.
	A	false	Phoenician,	of	insidious	mind,
	Vers'd	in	vile	arts,	and	foe	to	human	kind,
	With	semblance	fair	invites	me	to	his	home;
	I	seiz'd	the	proffer	(ever	fond	to	roam)
	Domestic	in	his	faithless	roof	I	stay'd,
	Till	the	swift	'Sun	his	annual	circle	made.
	To	Libya	then	he	meditates	the-way	;
	With	guileful	art	a	stranger	to	betray,
	And	sell	to	bondage	in	a	foreign	land	:	>
	Much	doubting	yet	compell'd,	I	quit	the	strand.
	Through	the	mid	seas	the	nimble	pinnace	sails,
	Aloof	from	Crete,	before	the	northers	gales:
	But	when	remote	her	chalky	cliffs	we	lost,
	And	far	from	ken	of	any	other	coast,
	When	all	was	wild	expanse	of	sea	and	air	;
	Then	doom'd	high	Jove	due	vengeance	to	prepare,
	He	hung	a	night	of	honours	o'er	their	head
	(The	shaded	ocean	bla'	ken'd	as	it	spread)	;
	He	lanch'd	the	fiery	bolt	;	from	pole	to	pole
	Broad	burst	the	lightnings,	deep	the	thunders	roll;
	Iti	giddy	rounds	the	whirling	ship	is	tost,
	And	all	in	clouds	of	smothering	sulphur	lost.
	As	from	a	hanging	rock's	tremendous	height,
	The	snble	crows	with	intercepted	flight	[hue	:
	Drop	headloug	:	searr'd	and	black	with	sulphurous
	So	from	the	deck	are	hurl'd	the	ghastly	crew.
	Such	end	the	wicked	found	!	but	Jove's	intent
	Wa?	yet	to	save	th'	oppress'd	and	innocent.
	Plac'd	on	the	mast	(the	last	recourse	of	life)
	With	winds	and	waves	I	held	unequal	strife	;
	For	nine	long	days	the	billows	tilting	o'er,
	The	tenth	soft	wafts	me	to	Tbesprotia's	shore.
	The	monarch's	son	a	shipwreck'd	wretch	relicv'd,
	The	sire	with	hospitable	rites	receiv'd,	,
	And	in	his	palace	like	a	brother	plac'd,.
	With	aii'ts	of	price	and	gorgeous	garments	grac'd.
	While	here	I	sojourn'd,	oft	I	^eard	the	fame
	How	late	Ulysses	to	the	country	came,
	How	lov'd,	how	honour'd,	in	this	court	he	stay'd,
	And	here	his	whole	collected	treasure	lay'd	j
	I	saw	myself	the	vast	nnnumber'd	store
	Of	steel	elaborate	and	refulgent	ore,
	And	brass	hi^h	heap'd	amidst	the	regal	dome;
	Immense	supplies	for	ages	yet	to	come	!
	Meantime	he	voyag'd	to	explore	the	will
	Of	Jove,	on	high	Doduna's	holy	hill,
	What	means	might	best	his	safe	return	avail,
	To	come	in	pomp,	or	bear	a	secret	sail	?
	Full	oft	has	Phidon,	whilst	he	potir'd	the	wine,
	Attesting	solemn	all	the	powers	divine,
	That	soon	Ulysses	would	return,	dedar'd,
	The	sailors	waiting,	and	the	ships	pn-par'd,
	But	first	the	king	dismiss'd	me	from	his	shores,
	For	fair	Dulichium	crown'd	with	fruitful	stores	j
	To	good	Acastus'	friendly	care	consign'd	:
	But	other	counsels	pleas';!	the	sailor's	mind:
	New	frauds	were	plotted	by	the	faithless	train,
	And	misery	demands	me	once	again.
	Soon	as	remote	from	shore	they	plough	the	ware,
	With	ready	hands	they	msh	to	seize	their	slave	;
	Then	with	these	tatter'd	rags	they	wrapp'd	me
	round,
	(Stripp'd	of	my	own)	and	to	the	vessel	bound.
	At	eve,	at	Ithaca's	delightful	land
	The	ship	arriv'd	:	forth	issuing	on	the	land
	They	sought	repast	;	while	to	th'	unhappy	kind.,
	The	pitying	gods	themselves	my	chains	unbind.
	Soft	I	descended,	to	the	sea	applied
	My	naked	breast,	and	shot	along	the	tide.
	Soon	past	beyond	their	sight,	I	left	the	flood,
	And	took	the	spreading	shelter	of	the	wood.
	Their	prize	escap'd	the	faithless	pirates	mourn'd	;
	But	deem'd	enquiry	vain,	and	to	their	ship	return'd.
	Screen'd	by	protecting	gods	from	hostile	eyes,
	They	led	me	to	a	good	man	and	a	wise,
	To	live	beneath	thy	hospitable	care,
	And	wait	the	woes	Heaven	dooms	me	yet	to	bear."
	"	Unhappy	guest!	whose	sorrows	touch	mymind!"
	(Thus	good	Eumacus	with	a	sigh	rejoin'd)
	"	For	real	sufferings	since	I	grieve	sincere,
	Check	not	with	fallacies	the	springing	tear;
	Nor	turn	the	passion	into	groundless	joy
	For	him,	whom	Heaven	has	destin'd	to	destroy.
	Oh	!	had	he	perish'd	on	come	well-fought	day,
	Or	in	his	friend's	embraces	died	away	!
	That	grateful,	Greece	with	streaming	eyes	might
	raise
	Historic	marbles,	to	record	his	praise	:
	His	praise,	eternal	on	the	faithful	stone,
	Had	with	transmissive	honours	grac'd	his	son.
	Now	snatch'd	by	harpies	to	the	dreary	coast,
	Sunk	is	tiie	hero,	and	his	glory	lost	!
	While	pensive	in	this	solitary	den,
	Far	from	gay	cities	and	the	ways	of	men,
	I	linger	life	;	nor	to	the	court	repair,
	But	when	the	constant	quetn	commands	my	care	;
	Or	when,	to	taste	her	hos;.itable	board,
	.Some	guest	arrives,	with	rumours	of	her	lord;
	And	these	indulge	their	w--.nt,	and	those	their	woe,
	And	here	the	tears,	and	there	the	goblets	flow,


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	POPE'S	TRANSLATIONS.
	Of	the	proud	son	;	as	that	we	stand	this	hour
	In	lasting	safety	from	the	father's	power	!"
	So	spoke	the	wretch,	but,	shunning	farther	fray,
	Turn'd	his	proud	stop,	and	left	them	on	their	way.
	Straight	to	the	fcastftil	palace	he	repair'd,
	Familiar	enter'd,	and	the	banquet	shar'd	;
	Beneath	Eurymachus,	his	patron	lord,
	He	took	his	place,	and	plenty	heap'd	the	board.
	Meantime	they	heard,	soft-circling	in	the	sky,
	Sweet	airs	ascend,	and	heavenly	minstrelsy
	(For	Phemius	to	the	lyre	attun'd	the	strain)	:
	Ulysses	hearkcn'd,	then	addressM	the	swain	:
	"	Well	may	this	palace	admiration	claim,
	Great	and	respondent	to	the	master's	fame	!
	Stage	above	stage	th'	imperial	structure	stands,
	Holds	the	chief	honours,	and	the	town	commands:
	High	walls	and	battlements	the	courts	enclose,
	And	the	strong	gates	defy	an	host	of	foes.
	Far	other	cares	its	dwellers	now	employ	:
	The	throng'd	assembly,	and	the	feast	of	joy	:
	I	see	the	smokes	of	sacrifice	aspire,
	And	here	(what	graces	every	feast)	the	lyre."
	Then	thus	Eumouis	:	"	Judge	we	which	were
	Amidst	yon	revellers	a	sudden	guest	[best	;
	Chuse	you	to	mingle,	while	behind	I	stay?
	Or	I	first	entering	introduce	the	way	?
	Wait	for	a	space	without,	but	wait	not	long;
	This	is	the	house	of	violence	and	wrong	:
	Some	rude	insult	thy	reverend	age	may	bear	;
	For	like	their	lawless	lords	the	servants	are.
	"	Just	is,	O	friend	!	thy	caution,	and	a'.ldress'd"
	(Replied	the	chief)	"	to	no	unht-edful	breast	;
	"	The	wrongs	and	injuries	of	base	mankind
	Fresh	to	my	sense,	and	always	in	my	mind.
	The	bravely	patient	to	no	fortune	yields	:
	On	roiling	oceans,	and	in	fighting	fields,
	Storms	have	I	pass'd,	and	many	a	stern	debate;
	And	now	in	humbler	scene	submit	to	fate.
	What	cannot	want	?	The	blest	she	will	expose,
	And	I	am	learn'd	in	all	her	train	of	woes	;
	She	fills	with	navies,	hosts,	and	loud	alarms,
	The	sea,	the	land,	and	shakes	the	world	w	ith	arms	!	"
	t^^Thus,	near	the	gates	conferring	as	they	drew,
	Xrgus,	the	dog,	his	ancient	master	knew	;
	He,	not	unconscious	of	the	voice	and	tread,
	Lifts	to	the	sound	his	ear,	and	rears	his	head	;
	Bred	by	Ulysses,	nourisli'd	at	his	hoard,
	But,	ah	!	not	fated	long	to	please	his	lord	!
	To	him,	his	swiftness	and	his	strength	were	vain	;
	The	voice	of	glory	call'd	him	o'er	the	main.
	Till	then	in	every	sylvan	chase	renown'd,
	With	Argus,	Argus,	rung	the	woods	around	;
	With	him	'he	youth	pursued	the	goat	or	fawn,
	Or	trac'd	the	mazy	leveret	o'er	the	lawn.
	Kow	left	to	man's	ingratitude	lie	lay,
	Unhous	d,	neglected	in	the	public	way	;
	And	where	on	heaps	the	rich	manure	was	spread,
	Obscene	with	reptiles,	took	his	sordid	bed.
	He	knew	his	lord;	he	knew,	and	strove	to	meet;
	In	vain	h	strove	to	crawl,	and	kiss	his	feet	;
	Yet	(all	he	could;	his	tail,	his	tars,	his	eyes,
	Salute	his	mastPr,	and	confess	his	joys.
	Soft	pity	touch'd	the	mighty	master's	soul;
	Adown	his	check	a	tear	unhidden	stole,
	Stole	unporcciv'd	;	he	turn'd	his	head,	and	dry'd
	The	drop	humane	:	then	thus	impassion'd	cry'd	;
	"	What	noble	beast	in	this	abaudon'd	state
	Lies	h	re	all	helpless	at	Ulysses'	gate?
	His	bulk	and	beauty	spe:rk	no	vulgar	praise;
	If	as	ke	seems	he	was	in	better	days,
	Some	care	his	age	deserves	:	or	was	he	pri/,'d
	For	worthless	beauty	!	therefore	now	d-spis'd	?
	Such	dogs	and	men	there,	are,	mere	things	of	state,
	And	always	cherish'd	by	their	friends,	the	great."
	"	Not	Argus	so"	(Eumanis	thus	rejoiu'dj
	"	But	serv'd	a	master	of	a.	nobler	kind,
	Who	never,	never	shall	behold	him	more!
	Long,	long	since	perislrd	on	a	distant	shore	!
	Oh	!	had	you	seen	him,	vigorous,	bold,	and	young,
	Swift	as	a	stag,	and	as	a	lion	strong	;
	Him	no	fell	savage	on	the	plain	withstood,
	None	'scap'd	him,	bosom'd	in	the	gloomy	wood,
	His	eye	how	piercing,	and	his	scent	how	true,
	To	wind	the	vapour	in	the	tainted	dew	!
	Such,	when	Ulysses	left	his	natal	coast	;
	Now	years	unnerve	him,	and	his	lord	is	lost!
	The	women	keep	the	generous	creature	bare,
	A	sleek	and	idle	race	is	all	their	care	:
	The	master	gone,	the	servants	what	restrains	?
	Or	dwells	humanity	where	riot	reigns	?
	Jove	nVd	it	certain,	that	whatever	day
	Makes	man	a	slave,	takes	half	his	worth	away."
	This	said,	the	honest	herdsman	stixxle	before	;
	The	musing	monarch	pauses	at	the	door	:
	The	dog,	whom	fat	had	granted	to	behold
	His	lord,	when	twenty	tedious	years	had	roll'd,
	Takes	a	last	look,	and	having	seen	him,	dies	;
	So	clos'd	for	ever	faithful	Argus'	eyes	!
	And	now	Telemachus,	the	first	of	all,
	Observ'd	Eumasus	entering	in	the	hall	;
	Distant	he	saw,	across	the	shady	dome	;
	Then	gave	a	sign,	and	beckon'd	him	to	come	:
	There	stood	an	empty	scat,	where	late	was	plac'd,
	In	order	due,	the	steward	of	the	feast
	(Who	now	was	busied	carving	round	the	board)	;
	Eumasus	took,	and	plac'd	it	near	his	lord.
	Before	him	instant	was	the	banquet	spread,
	And	the	bright	basket	pi	I'd	with	.loaves	of	bread.
	Next	came	Ulysses	lowly	at	the	door,
	A	figure	despicable,	old,	and	poor,
	In	squalid	vests,	with	many	a	gaping	rent,
	Propp'd	on	a	staff,	and	trembling	as	he	went,
	Then,	resting	on	the	threshold	of	the	gate,
	Against	a	cypress	pillar	lean'd	his	weight
	(Smooth'd	by	the	workman	to	a	polish'd	plain)	;
	The	thoughtful	son	beheld,	and	call'd	his	swain	:
	"These	viands,	and	this	bread,	Eumreus	!	bear.
	And	let	yon	mendicant	our	plenty	share	:
	Then	let	him	circle	round	the	suitors'	board,
	And	try	the	bounty	of	each	gracious	lord:
	Wold	let	him	act,	encourag'd	thus	b}'	me	;
	How	ill,	alas!	do	want	and	shame	agree	!"
	His	lord's	command	the	faithful	servant	bears	;
	The	seeming	beggar	answers	with	his	prayers.
	"	Blest	be	Telemachus	!	in	every	deed
	Inspire	him,	Jove	!	in	every	wish	succeed	!
	This	said,	the	portion	from	his	son	convey	'd
	With	smiles	receiving	on	his	scrip	he	lay'd.
	Long	as	the	minstrel	swept	the	sounding	wire,
	He	fed,	and	ceas'd	when	silence	held	the	lyre.
	Soon	as	the	suitors	from	the	banquet	rosr,
	Minerva	prompts	the	man	of	mighty	woes
	To	tempt	their	bounties	with	a	suppliant's	art,
	And	learn	the	generous	from	th'	ignoble	heart
	(Not	but	his	soul,	resentful	as	humane,
	Dooms	to	full	vengeance	all	the	offending	train)	;
	With	speaking	eyes,	and	voice	of	plaintive	sound,"
	Humble	he	moves,	imploring	all	around.
	The	proud	feel	pity,	and	relief	bestow,	,
	With	such	an	image	touch'd	of	human	woe;


VIRGIL'S	JENEIS.	BOOK	I.
	365
	But	Venus,	anxious	for	her	son's	affairs,
	New	counsels	tries	;	and	new	designs	prepares	:
	That	Cupid	should	assume	the	shape	and	face
	Of	sweet	Ascanius,	and	the	sprightly	grace	:
	Should	bring	her	presents,	in	her	nephew's	stead,
	And	in	Eliza's	veins	the	gentle	poison	shed.
	For	much	she	fear'd	the	Tyrians,	double-tongued,
	And	knew	the	town	to	Juno's	care	belong'd.
	These	thoughts	by	night	her	golden	slumbers
	broke	;
	And	thus	alarm'd	to	winged	Love	she	spoke	:
	"	My	son,	my	strength,	whose	mighty	power	alone
	Controls	the	thunderer	on	his	awful	throne	j
	To	tliee	thy	much-afflicted	mother	flies,
	And	on	thy	succour,	and	thy	faith	relies.
	Thou	know'st,	my	son,	how	Jove's	revengeful	wife,
	By	force	and	fraud,	attempts	thy	brother's	life.
	And	often	hast	thou	mourn'd	with	me	his	pains;
	Him	Dido	now	with	blandishment	detains	;
	But	I	suspect	the	town	where	Juno	reigns.
	For	this,	'tis	needful	to	prevent	her	art,
	And	fire	with	love	the	proud	Phffinician's	heart.
	A	love	so	violent,	so	strong,	so	sure,
	As	neither	age	can	change,	nor	art	can	cure.
	How	this	may	be	perform'd,	now	take	my	mind	:
	Ascanius,	by	his	father,	is	design'd
	To	come,	with	presents,	laden	from	the	port,
	To	gratify	the	queen,	and	gain	the	court.
	I	mean	to	plunge	the	boy	in	pleasing	sleep,
	And,	ravish'd,	in	Idalian	bowers	to	keep,
	Or	high	Cythera	:	that	the	sweet	deceit
	May	pass	unseen,	and	none	prevent	the	cheat,
	Take	thou	his	fbrm	and	shape.	I	beg	the	grace
	But	only	for	a	night's	revolving	space	;
	Thyself	a	boy,	assume	a	boy's	dissembled	face.
	That	when,	amidst	the	fervour	of	the	feast,
	The	Tyrian	hugs,	and	fonds	thee	on	her	breast,
	And	with	sweet	kisses	in	her	arms	constrains,
	Thou	may'st	infuse	thy	venom	in	her	veins."
	The	god	of	love	obeys,	and	sets	aside
	His	bow	and	quiver,	and	his	plumy	pride	:
	He	walks	lulus	in	his	mother's	sight	;
	And	in	the	sweet	resemblance	takes	delight.
	The	goddess	then	to	young	Ascauius	flies,
	And,	in	a	pleasing	slumber,	seals	his	eyes	;
	Lull'd	in	her	lap,	amidst	a	train	of	loves,
	She	gently	bears	him	to	her	blissful	groves	:
	Then	with	a	wreath	of	myrtle	crowns	his	head,
	And	softly	lays	him	on	a	flowery	bed.
	Cupid,	meantime,	assum'd	his	form	and	face,
	Following	Achates	with	a	shorter	pace,
	And	brought	the	gifts.	The	queen	already	sat,
	Amidst	the	Trojan	lords,	in	shining	state,
	High	on	a	golden	bed	:	her	princ-ely	guest
	Was	next	her	side,	in	order	sat	the	rest.
	Then	canisters	with	bread	are	heap'd	on	high	;
	Th'	attendants	water	for	their	hands	supply	;
	And,	having	wash'd,	with	silken	towels	dry.
	Next,	fifty	handmaids	in	long	order	bore
	The	censers,	and	with	fumes	the	gods	adore.
	Then	youths,	and	virgins,	twice	as	many,	join
	To	place	the	dishes,	and	to	serve	the	wine.
	The	Tyrian	train,	admitted	to	the	feast,
	Approach,	and	on	the	painted	couches	rest.
	All	on	the	Trojan	gifts	with	wonder	gaze	;
	But	view	the	beauteous	boy	with	more	amaze	!
	His	rosy-colourM	Cheeks,	his	radiant	eyes,	[guise.
	His	motions,	voice,	and	shape,	and	all	the	god's	dis-
	Nor	pass	unprais'd	the	vest	and	veil	divine,
	Which	wandering	foliage	and	rich	flowers	entwine.
	But,	far	above	the	rest,	the	royal	dame,
	(Already	doom'd	to	love's	disastrous	flame)
	With	eyes	insatiate,	and	tumultuous	joy,
	Beholds	the	presents,	and	admires	the	boy.
	The	guileful	god,	about	the	hero	long,
	With	children's	play,	and	false	embraces,,	hung	;
	Then	sought	the	queen	;	she	took	him	to	her	arms
	With	greedy	pleasure,	and	devour'd	his	charms,
	Unhappy	Dido	little	thought	what	guest,
	How	dire	a	god	she	drew	so	near	her	breast.
	But	he,	not	mindless	of	his	mother's	prayer,
	Works	in	the	pliant	bosom	of	the	fair	;	[care*
	And	moulds	her	heart	anew,	and	blots	her	former
	The	dead	is	to	the	living	love	resign'd,
	And	all	JEneas	enters	in	her	mind.
	Now,	when	the	rage	of	hunger	was	appeas'd,
	The	meat	remov'd,	and	every	guest	was	pleas'd,
	The	golden	bowls	with	sparkling	wine	are	crown'd,
	And	through	the	palace	cheerful	cries	resound.
	From	gilded	roofs	depending	lamps,display
	Nocturnal	beams	that	emulate	the	day.
	A	golden	bowl,	that	shone	with	gems	divine,
	The	queen	commanded	to	be	crown'd	with	wine,
	The	bowl	that	Belus	us'd,	and	all	the	Tyrian	line.
	Then,	silence	through	the	hall	proclaim'd,	she
	"	O	hospitable	Jove	!	we	thus	invoke,	[spoke	i
	With	solemn	rites,	thy	sacred	name	and	power	1
	Bless	to	both	nations	this	auspicious	hour!
	So	may	the	Trojan	and	the	Tynan	line,
	In	lasting	concord,	from	this	day	combine.
	Thou,	Bacchus,	god	of	joys	and	friendly	cheer,
	And	gracious	Juno,	both	be	present	here	:
	And	you,	my	lords	of	Tyre,	your	vows	address
	To	Heaven	with	mine,	to	ratify	the	peace."
	The	goblet	then	she	took,	with	nectar	crown'd
	(Sprinkling	the	first	libations	on	the	ground),
	And	rais'd	it	to	her	mouth	with	sober	grace,
	Then,	sipping,	offer'd	to	the	next	in	place.
	'Twas	Bitias,	whom	she	call'd,	a	thirsty	soul,
	He	took	the	challenge,	and	embrac'd	the	bowl	:
	With	pleasure	swill'd	the	gold,	nor	ceas'd	to	draw.
	Till	he	the	bottom	of	the	brimmer	saw.
	The	goblet	goes	around	;	16'pas	brought
	His	golden	lyre,	and	sung	what	ancient	Atlas	taught;
	The	various	labours	of	the	wandering	Moon,
	And	whence	proceed	th'	eclipses	of	Sun.
	Th'	original	of	men	and	bc-asts	;	and	whence
	The	rains	arise,	and	fires	their	warmth	dispense	;
	And	fix'd	and	erring	stars	dispose	their	influence.
	What	shakes	the	solid	Earth,	what	cause	delays
	The	summer-nights,	and	shortens	winter-days.
	With	peals	of	shouts	the	Tyrians	praise	the	song	J
	Those	peals	are	echo'd	by	the	Trojan	throng.
	Th'	unhappy	queen	with	talk	prolong'd	the	night,
	And	drank	large	draughts	of	love	with	vast	delight;
	Of	Priam	much	inquir'd,	of	Elector	more;
	Then	ask'd	what	arms	the	swarthy	Memnon	wore;
	What	troops	he	landed	on	the	Trojan	shore.
	The	steeds	of	Diomede	vary'd	the	discourse,
	And	fierce	Achilles,	with	his	matchless	force.
	At	length,	as	fate	and	her	ill	stars	requir'd,
	To	hear	the	series	of	the	war	desir'd	:
	'	Relate	at	large,	my	godlike	guest,"	she	said,
	"	The	Grecian	stratagems,	the	town	betray'd	;
	The	fatal	issue	of	so	long	a	war,	[clare.
	Your	flight,	your	wanderings,	and	your	woes,	de-
	For,	since	on	every	sea,	on	every	coast,
	Your	m-'	n	have	been	distress'd,	your	navy	toss'd,
	Seven	times	the	Sun	has	either	tropic	view'd,
	The	winter	banish'd,	and	the	spring	renew'd."


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	DRYDEN'S	TRANSLATIONS.
	Thus,	riding	on	his	curls,	he	seem'd	to	pass
	A	rolling	fire	along,	and	singe	the	grass.
	More	various	colours	through	his	body	run,
	Than	Iris,	when	her	bow	imbibes	the	Sun	:
	Betwixt	the	rising	altars,	and	around,
	The	sacred	monster	shot	along	the	ground	;
	With	harmless	play	amidst	the	bowls	he	pass'd,
	And,	with	his	lolling	tongue,	assay'd	the	taste	:
	Thus	fed	with	holy	food,	the	wondrous	guest
	Within	the	hollow	tomb	retir'd	to	rest.
	The	pious	prince,	surpris'd	at	what	life	view'd,
	The	funeral	honours	with	more	zeal	renew'd	:
	Doubtful	if	this	the	place's	genius	were,
	Or	guardian	of	his	father's	sepulchre.
	Five	sheep,	nccording	to	the	rites,	he	slew,	v
	As	many	swine,	and	steers	of	sable	hue	j
	Now	generous	wine	he	from	the	goblets	pour'd,
	And	call'd	his	father's	ghost,	from	Hell	restor'd.
	The	glad	attendants	in	long	order	fome,
	Offering	their	gifts	at	great	Anchises'	tomb	;
	Some	add	more	oxen	;	some	divide	the	spoil	j
	Some	place	the	chargers	on	the	grassy	soil	;
	Some	blow	the	(ires,	and	offer'd	entrails	broil.
	Now	came	the	day	desir'd	:	the	skies	were
	bright
	With	rosy	lustre	of	the	rising	light	;
	The	bordering	people,	rous'd	by	sounding	fame
	Of	Trojan	feasts,	and	great	Acestes'	name,
	The	crowded	shore	with	acclamations	fill,
	Part	to	behold,	and	part	to	prove	their	skill.
	And	first	the	gifts	in	public	view	they	place.
	Green	laurel	wreaths,	and	palm	'the	victor's
	Within	the	circle,	arms	and	tripods	lie,	[grace)	:
	Ingots	of	gold	and	silver	heap'd	on	high,
	And	vests	embroider'd	of	the	Tyrian	dye.
	The	trumpet's	clangour	then	the	feast	proclaims,
	And	al	I	prepare	for	their	appointed	games.
	Four	gallics	first,	with	equal	rowers	bear,
	Advancing,	in	the	watery	lists	appear.
	The	speedy	Dolphin,	that	outstrips	the	wind,
	Bore	Mnestheus,	author	of	the	Memmian	kind	:
	CJyas	the	vast	Chimasra's	bulk	commands,
	Which	rising	like	a	towering	city	stands	:
	Three	Trojans	tug	at	every	labouring	oar	;
	Three	banks	in	three	degrees	the	sailors	bore	;
	Beneath	their	sturdy	strokes	the	billows	roar.
	Sergesthus,	who	began	the	Sergian	race,
	In	fhe	great	Centaur	took	the	leading	place	:
	Cloanthu?	on	the	sea-green	Scylla	stood,
	From	whom	Cluentins	draws	his	Trojan	blood.
	Far	in	the	sea,	against	the	foaming	shore,
	There	stands	a	rock	;	the	raging	billows	roar
	Above	his	head	in	storms	;	but,	when	'tis	clear,
	Uncurl	their	ridgy	backs,	and	at	his	foot	appear.
	Jn	peace	below	the	gentle	waters	run	;
	The	cormorants	above	lie	basking	in	the	Sun.
	Op	this	the	hero	fix'd	an	oak	insight,
	The	mark	to	guide	the	mariners	aright.
	To	bear	with	this,	the	seamen	stretch	their	oars	;
	Then	round	the	rock	they	steer,	and	seek	the
	former	shores.
	The	lots	decide	their	place	:	above	the	rest,
	Kach	leader	shining	in	bis	Tyrian	vest	:
	The	common	crew,	with	wreaths	of	poplar	boughs,
	Their	temples	crown,	and	shade	their	sweaty	brows.
	BeBmear'd	with	oil,	their	naked	shoulders	shine:
	All	take	their	seats,	and	wait	the	sounding	sign.
	Thev	gripe	their	oars,	and	every	panting	breast
	la	rais'd	by	turns	with	hope,	by	turns	wjiii	fear	cle-
	press'd.
	The	clangour	of	the	trumpet	gives	the	sign	;
	At	once	they	start	advancing	in	a	line.
	With	shouts	the	sailors	rend	the	starry	skies	;
	Lash'd	with	their	oars,	the	smoky	billows	rise	;
	Sparkles	the	briny	main,	and	the	vex'd	ocean	fries.
	Exact	in	time,	with	equal	strokes	they	row	:
	At	once	the	brushing	oars	and	brazen	prow
	Dasii	lip	the	sandy	waves,	and	ope	the	depths
	Not	fiery	coursers,	in	a	chariot	race,	[below.
	Invade	the	field	with	half	so	swift	a	pace.
	Not	the	fierce	driver	with	more	fury	lends
	The	sounding	lash	;	and,	ere	the	stroke	descends,
	Low	to	the	wheels	his	pliant	body"	bends.	..
	The	partial	crowd	their	hopes	and	fears	divide,
	And	aid,	with	eager	shouts,	the	favour'd	side.
	Cries,	murmurs,	clamours,	with	a	mixing	sound,
	From	woods	to	woods,	from	hills	to	hills	rebound.
	Amidst	the	loud	applauses	of	the	shore,
	Gyas	outstripp'd	the	rest,	and	sprung	before	;
	Cloanthus,	better	mann'd,	pursu'd	him	fast;
	But	his	o'er-masted	galley	check'd	his	haste.
	The	Centaur,	and	the	Dolphin	brush	the	brine
	With	equal	oars,	advancing	in	a	line	:
	And	now	the	mighty	Centaur	seems	to	lead,
	And	now	the	speedy	Dolphin	gets	a-head	:
	Now	board	to	board	the	rival	vessels	row	;
	The	billows	lave	the	skies,	and	ocean	groans	below*
	They	reach'd	the	mark	:	proud	Gyas	and	his	train
	In	triumph	rode	the	victors	of	the	main	:
	But	steering	round,	he	charg'd	his	pilot	stand
	More	close	to	shore,	and	skim	along	the	sand.
	Let	others	bear	to	sea.	Menates	heard^
	But	secret	shelves	too	cautiously	he	fear'd	:
	And,	fearing,	sought	the	deep	;	and	still	aloof	he
	steer'd.
	With	louder	cries	the	captain-	ral	I'd	again	;
	"	Bear	to	the	rocky	shore,	and	shun	the	main."
	He	spoke,	and,	speaking	at	his	stern,	he	saw
	The	bold	Cloanthus	near	the	shelvings	draw	:
	Betwixt	the	mark	and	him	the	Scylla	stood,
	And,	in	a	closer	compass,	plough'd	the	flood	:
	He	pass'd	the	mark,	and	wheeling	got	before	:
	Gyas	blasphem'd	the	gods,	devoutly	swore,
	Cry'd	out	for	anger,	and	his	hair	he	tore.
	Mindless	of	others'	lives	(so	high	was	grown
	His	rising	rage)	and	careless	of	his	own,
	The	trembling	dotard	to	the	deck	he	drew,
	And	hoisted	up,	and	over-board	he	threw.
	This	done	he	seiz'd	the	helm,	his	fellows	cheer'd,
	Turn'd	short	upon	the	shelves,	and	madly	steer'd.
	Hardly	his	head	the	plunging	pilot	rears,
	Clogg'd	with	his	clothes,	and	cuniber'd	with	hit)
	years	:
	Now	dropping	wet,	he	climbs	the	cliff	with	pain	j
	The	crowd,	that	saw	him	fall,	and	float	again,
	Shout	from	the	distant	shore,	and	loudly	laugh'c],
	To	see	his	heaving	breast	disgorge	the	briny
	draught.
	The	following	Centaur,	and	the	Dolphin's	crew,
	Their	vauish'd	hopes	of	victory	renew	:
	While	Gyas	lags,	they	kindle	in	the	race,
	To	reach	the	mark	:	Sergesthu?	takes	the	place	;
	Mnestheus	pursurs	;	and,	while	around	they	wind,
	Comes	up,	not	half	his	gal	ley's	length	behind.
	Then	on	the	deck	amidst	his	mates	appear'd.
	And	thus	their	drooping-	courages	he	cheer'd:
	"	My	friends,	and	Hector's	followers	heretofore,
	Exert	your	vigour;	tog	the	labouring	oar	;	["<.!,
	Stretch	d	to	your	strokes,	my	still-unconquer'd
	Whom	from	the	flaming	walls	of	Troy	I	drew.


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	DRYDEN'S	TRANSLATIONS.
	Acestes	in	the	bottom	last	reraain'd	;
	Whom	not	his	age	from	youthful	sports	restrain'd.
	Soon	all	with	vigour	bend	their	trusty	bows,
	And,	from	the	quiver,	each	his	arrow	chose	:
	Hippocoon's	was	the	first	:	with	forceful	sway
	It	flew,	anil,	whizzing,	cut	the	liquid	way.
	Fix'd	in	the	mast	the	feather'd	weapon	stands	;
	The	fearful	pigeon	nutters	in	her	bands	;
	And	the	tree	trembled	;	and	the	shouting	cries
	Of	the	pleas'd	people	rend	the	vaulted	skies.
	Then	Mnestheus	to	the	head	his	arrow	drove,
	With	lifted	eyes,	and	took	his	aim	above	;
	But	made	a	glancing	shot,	and	miss'd	the	dove.
	Yet	miss'd	so	narrow,	that	he	cut	the	cord
	Which	fasten'd,	by	the	foot,	the	flitting	bird.
	The	captive	thus	releas'd,	away	she	flies,
	And	beats,	with	clapping	wings,	the	yielding	skies.
	His	bow	already	bent,	Eurytion	stood,
	And,	having	first	invok'd	his	brother	god,
	His	winged	shaft	with	eager	haste	he	sped	;
	The	fatal	message	reach'd	her	as	she	fled	:
	She	leaves	her	life	aloft	:	she	strikes	the	ground,
	And	renders	back	the	weapon	in	the	wound.
	Acestes,	grudging	at	his	lot,	remains
	Without	a	prize	to	gratify	his	pains.
	Yet	shooting	upward,	sends	his	shaft,	to	show
	An	archer's	art,	and	boast	his	twanging	bow.
	The	feather'd	arrow	gave	a	dire	portent	:
	And	latter	augurs	judge	from	this	event.
	Chaf'd	by	the	speed,	it	fir'd	;	and,	as	it	flew,
	A	trail	of	following	flames	ascending	drew	:
	Kindling	they	mount,	and	mark	the	shiny	way
	Across	the	skies,	as	falling	meteors	play,
	An4	vanish	into	wind,	or	in	a	blaze	decay.
	The	Trojans	and	Sicilians	wildly	stare	;
	And,	trembling,	turn	their	wonder	into	prayer.
	The	Dardan	prince	put	on	a	smiling	face,
	And	strain'd	Acestes	with	a	close	embrace	:
	Then,	honouring	him	\vith	gifts	above	the	rest,
	Turn'd	the	bad	omen,	nor	his	fears	confess'd.
	"	The	gods,"	said	he,	"	this	miracle	have	wrought	;
	And	order'd	you	the	prize	without	the	lot.
	Accept	this	goblet	rough	with	figur'd	gold,
	Which	Thracian	Cisseus	gave	my	sire	of	old	:
	This	pledge	of	ancient	amity	receive,
	Which	to	my	second	sire	I	justly	give."
	He	said	;	and,	with	the	trumpet's	cl*erful	sound,
	Proclaim'd	him	victor,	and	with	laurel	crown'd.
	Nor	good	Eurytion	envy'd	him	the	prize	;
	Though	he	transfix'd	the	pigpon	in	the	skies..
	Who	cut	the	line,	with	second	gifts	was	grac'd	;
	The	third	was	his,	whose	arrow	pierc'd	the	mast.
	The	chief,	before	the	games	were	wholly	done,
	Call'd	Periphantes,	tutor	to	his	son	;
	And	whisper'd	thus	:	"	With	speed	Ascanius	find,
	And	if	his	childish	troop	be	ready	join'd,
	On	horseback	let	him	grace	his	grandsire's	day	;
	And	lead	his	equals	arm'd	in	just	array."
	He	said	;	and,	calling	out,	the	cirque-	he	clears	:
	The	crowd	withdrawn,	an	open	plain	appears.
	And	now	the	noble	youths,	of	form	divine,
	Advance	before	their	fathers	in	a	line	:
	The	riders	grace	the	steeds	;	the	steeds	with	glory
	shine.
	Thus	marching	on,	in	military	pride,
	Shouts	of	applause	resound	from	side	to	side.
	Their	casques,	adoni'd	with	laurel	wreaths,	they
	Each	brandishing	aloft	a	cornel	spear.	[wear,
	Some	at	their	back?	their	gilded	quivers	bore	;
	Their	chains	of	burnish'ti	gold	bung	down	before	:
	Three	graceful	troops	they	form'd	upon	the	green	;
	Three	graceful	leaders	at	their	head	were	seen	;
	Twelve	follow'd	every	chief,	and	left	a	space	be
	tween.
	The	first	young	Priam	led	;	a	lovely	boy,
	Whose	grandsire	was	th'	unhappy	king	of	Troy	5
	His	race,	in	after-time,	was	known	to	fame,
	New	honours	adding	to	the	Latian	name	;
	And	well	the	royal	boy	his	Thracian	steed	became*
	White	were	the	fetlocks	of	his	feet	before,
	Aud	on	his	front	a	snowy	star	he	bore	:
	Then	beauteous	Atis,	with	lulus	bred,
	Of	equal	age,	the	second	squadron	led.
	The	last	in	order,	but	the	first	in	place,
	First	in	the	lovely	features	of	his	face,
	Rode	fair	Ascanius	on	a	.fiery	steed,
	Queen	Dido's	gift,	and	of	the	Tyrian	breed.
	Sure	coursers	for	the	rest	the	king	ordains,
	With	golden	bits	adorn'd,	and	purple	reins.
	The	pleas'd	spectators	peals	of	shouts	renew,
	And	all	the	parents	in	the	children	view:
	Their	make,	their	motions,	and	their	sprightly
	grace:
	And	hopes	and	fears	alternate	in	their	face.
	Th'	unfledg'd	commanders,	and	their	martial
	First	make	the	circuit	of	the	sandy	plain,	[train,
	Around	their	sires	:	and,	at	th'	appointed	sign,
	Drawn	up	in	beauteous	order,	form	a	line.
	The	second	signal	sounds	:	the	troop	divides
	In	three	distinguish'd	parts,	with	three	distinguished
	guides.
	Again	they	close,	and	once	again	disjoin,
	And	troop	to	troop	oppos'd,	and	line	to	line.
	They	meet,	they	wheel,	they	throw	their	darts	afar
	With	harmless	rage,	and	well-dissembled	war.
	Then	in	a	round	the	mingled	bodies	run	;
	Flying	they	follow,	and	pursuing	shun.
	Broken	they	break,	and	rallying,	they	renew,
	In	other	forms,	the	military	shew.
	At	last,	in	order,	undiscern'd	they	joia;
	And	march	together,	in	a	friendly	line.
	And,	as	the	Cretan	labyrinth	of	old,
	With	wandering	ways,	and	many	a	winding	fold,
	Involv'd	the	weary	feet,	without	redress,
	In	a	round	errour,	which	deny'd	recess	;
	So	fought	the	Trojan	boys	in	warlike	play,
	Turn'd,	and	return'd,	and	still	a	diflerent	way.
	Thus	dolphins,	in	the	deep,	each	other	chase,
	In	circles,	when	they	swim	around	the	watery	race.
	This	game,	these	carousals,	Ascanius	taught	j
	And,	building	Alba,	to	the	Latins	brought	;
	Show'd	what	he	learn'd	:	the	Latin	sires	impart,
	To	their	succeeding	sons,	the	graceful	art	:
	From	these	imperial	Rome	receiv'd	the	game;
	Which	Troy,	the	youths	the	Trojan	troop,	they
	name.
	Thus	far	the	sacred	sports	they	celebrate	:
	But	Fortune	soon	resum'd	her	ancient	hate	:
	For	while	they	pay	the	dead	his	annual	dues,
	Those	envy'd	rites	Saturnian	Juno	views	;
	And	sends	the	goddess	of	the	various	bow,
	To	try	new	methods	of	revenge	below	:
	Supplies	the	winds	to	wing	her	airy	way	;
	Where	in	the	port	secure	the	navy	lay.
	Swiftly	fair	Ins	down	her	arch	descends;
	And,	undisct-	rn'd,	her	fatal	voyage	ends.
	She	saw	the	gathering	crowd	;	and	gliding	thenc%
	The	desert	shore,	and	fleet	without	defence.
	The	Trojan	matrons	on	the	sands	alone,
	With	sighs	and	tears,	Auchises'	death	bemoan.


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	397
	Thus	having	arm'd	with	hopes	her	anxious	mind,
	His	finny	team	Saturnian	Neptune	join'd.
	Then	adds	a	foamy	bridle	to	their	jaws,
	And	to	the	loosen'd	reins	permits	the	laws.
	High	on	the	waves	his	azure	car	he	guides	;
	Its	axles	thunder,	and	the	sea	subsides	;
	And	the	smooth	ocean	rolls	her	silent	tides.
	The	tempests	fly	before	their	father's	face	;
	Trains	of	inferior	gods	his	triumph	grace;
	And	monster	whales	before	their	master	play,
	And	choirs	of	Tritons	crowd	the	watery	way.
	The	martial	powers	in	equal	troops	divide
	To	right	and	left	:	the	gods	his	better	side
	Enclose,	and	on	the	worse	the	nymphs	and	nereids
	Now	smiling	hope,	with	sweet	vicissitude,	[ride.
	Within	the	hero's	mind,	his	joys	renew'd.
	He	calls	to	raise	the	masts,	the	sheets	display	;
	The	cheerful	crew	with	diligence	obey	;
	They	scud	before	the	wind,	and	sail	in	open	sea.
	A-head	of	all	the	master	pilot	steers,
	And,	as	he	leads,	the	following	navy	veers.
	The	steeds	of	night	had	traveled	half	the	sky,
	The	drowsy	rowers	on	their	benches	lie	;
	When	the	soft	god	of	sleep,	with	easy	flight,
	Descends,	and	draws	behind	a	trail	of	light.
	Thou,	Palinurus,	art	his	destin'd	prey	;
	To	thee	alone	he	takes	his	fatal	way.
	Dire	dreams	to	thee,	and	iron	sleep,	he	bears	;
	And,	lighting	on	thy	prow,	the	form	of	Phorbas
	Then	thus	the	traitor	god	begaa	his	tale	:	[wears.
	"	The	winds,	my	friend,	inspire	a	pleasing	gale	;
	Th,e	ships,	without	thy	care,	securely	sail.
	Now	steal	an	hour	of	sweet	repose	;	and	I
	Will	take	the	rudder,	and	thy	room	supply."
	To	whom	the	yawning	pilot,	half	asleep	:
	.	"	Me	dost	thou	bid	to	trust	the	treacherous	deep	!
	The	harlot	smiles	of	her	dissembling	face,
	And	to	her	faith	commit	the	Trojan	race	f
	Shall	I	believe	the	syren	south	again,
	And,	oft	betray'd,	not	know	the	monster	main:'*
	He	said,	his	fasten'd	hands	the	rudder	keep,
	And,	fix'd	on	Heavea,	his	eyes	repel	invading	sleep.
	The	god	was	wroth,	and	at	his	temples	threw
	A	branch	in	Lethe	dipp'd,	and	drunk	with	Stygian
	The	pilot,	vanquish'd	by	the,	power	divine,	[dew	:
	Soon	clos'd	his	swimming,	eyes,	and	lay	supine.
	Scarce	were	his	limbs	extended	at	their	length,
	The	god,	insulting	with	superior	strength,
	Fell	heavy	on	him,	plung'd	him	in	the	sea,
	And,	with	the	stern,	the	rudder	tore	away.
	Headlong	he	fell,	and,	struggling	in	the	main,
	Cry'd	out	for	helping	hands,	but	cry'd	in	vain	:
	The	victor	demon	mounts	obscure	in	air	;
	While	the	ship	sails	without	the	pilot's	care.
	On	Neptune's	faith	the	floating	fleet	relies	:
	But	what	the	man	forsook,	the	god	supplies	;
	And	e'er	the	dangerous	deep	secure	the	navy	flies	:
	Glides	by	the	syren's	cliffs,	a	shelfy	coast,
	long	infamous	for	ships	and	sailors	lost	;
	And	white	with	bones	:	th'	impetuous	ocean	roars	;
	And	rocks	rebellow	fryn	resounding	shores.
	The	watchful	hero	felt	the	knocks	;	and	found
	The	tossing	vessel	sail'd	on	shoaly	ground.
	Sure	of	his	pilot's	loss,	he	takes	himself
	The	helm,	and	steers	aloof,	and	shuns	the	shelf.
	Inly	he	griev'd,	and,	groaning	from	the	breast,
	Deplor'd	his	death	;	and	thus	his	painjexpress'd	:
	"	For	faith	repos'd	on	seas,	and	on	the	flattering	sky,
	Thy	naked	corpse	is	doom'd	on	shores	unknown
	to	lie."
	THE	SIXTH	BOOK	Of
	THE	JEXEIS.
	THE	ARGUMENT.
	THE	Sibyl	foretels	.flBneas	the	adventures	he	should
	meet	with	in	Italy	:	she	attends	him	to	Hell	:
	describing	to	him	the	various	scenes	of	that
	place,	and	conducting	him	to	his	father	An-
	chises	:	who	instructs	him	in	those	sublime	mys
	teries	of	the	soul	of	the	world,	and	the	trans
	migration	:	and	shows	him	that	glorious	race	of
	heroes	which,	was	to	descend	from	him	and	his
	posterity.
	HE	said,	and	wept	:	then	spread	his	sails	before
	The	winds,	and	reach'd	at	length	the	Cuman	shore	:
	Their	anchors	dropt,	bis	crew	the	vessels	moor.
	They	turn	their	heads	to	sea,	their	sterns	to	land	;
	And	greet,	with	greedy	joy,	th'	Italian	strand.
	Some	strike	from	clashing	flints	their	fiery	seed	;
	Some	gather	sticks	the	kindled	flames	to	feed	;
	Or	search	for	hollow	trees,	and	fell	the	woods,
	Or	trace	through	vallies	the	discover'd	floods.
	Thus,	while	their	several	charges	they	fulfil,
	The	pious	prince	ascends	the	sacred	hill
	Where	Phcebus	is	ador'd,	and	seeks	the	shade
	Which	hides	from	sight	his	venerable	maid.
	Deep	in	a	cave	the	Sibyl	makes	abode	;
	Thence	full	of	fate	returns,	and	of	the	god.
	Thro'	Trivia's	grove	they	walk	;	and	now	behold,
	And	enter	now	the	temple	roof'd	with	gold.
	Wheu	Daedalus,	to	fly	the	Cretan	shore,
	His	heavy	limbs	on	jointed	pinions	bore,
	(The	f\rst	who	sail'd	in	air)	'tis	sung	by	fama,
	To	the	Cumaean	coast	at	length	he	came	;
	And	here	alighting,	built	this	costly	frame.
	Inscrib'd	to	Phcebus,	here	he	hung	on	high
	The	steerage	of	his	wings,	that	cuts	the	sky	;
	Then	o'er	the	lofty	gate	his	art	emboss'd
	Androgeos'	death,	and	offerings	to	his	ghost	:
	Seven	youths	from	Athens	yearly	sent,	to	meet
	The	fate	appointed	by	revengeful	Crete.
	And	next	to	those	the	dreadful	urn	was	plac'd,
	In	which	the	destin'd	names	by	lots	were	cast	;
	The	mournful	parents	stand	around	in	tears	$
	And	rising	Crete	against	their	shore	appears.
	There	too,	in	living	sculpture,	might	be	seen
	The	mad	affection	of	the	Cretan	queen	:
	Then	how	she	cheats	her	bellowing	lover's	eye	:
	The	rushing	leap,	the	doubtful	progeny,
	The	lower	part	a	beast,	a	man	above,
	The	monument	of	their	polluted	love.
	Nor	far	from	thence	he	grav'd	the	wondrous	maze	>
	A	thousand	doors,	a	thousand	winding	ways	;
	Here	dwells	the	monster,	hid	from	human	view-,
	Not	to	be	found	but	by	the	faithful	clue	:
	Till	the	kind	artist,	mov'd	with	pious	grief,
	Lent	to	the	loving	maid	this	last	relief;
	And	all	those	erring	paths	describ'd	so	well,
	That	Theseus	conquer'd,	and	the	monster	fell.
	Here	hapless	Icarus	had	found	his	part	;
	Had	not	the	father's	grief	restrain'd	his	art.
	He	twice	essay'd	to	cast	his	son	in	gold	;
	Twice	from	his	hands	he	dropp'd	the	forming
	mould.


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	407
	crown.	Turnus,	being	in	love	with	her,	fa
	voured	by	her	mother,	and	stirred	up	by	Juno
	and	Alecto,	breaks	the	treaty	which	was	made,
	and	engages	in	his	quarrel	Mezentius,	Camilla,
	Messapus,	and	many	other	of	the	neighbouring
	princes	;	whose	forces,	and	the	names	of	their
	commanders,	are	particularly	related.
	AND	thou,	O	matron	of	immortal	fame	!
	Here	dyine,	to	the	shore	hast	left	thy	name;
	Cajeta	still	the	place'is	called	from	thee,
	The	nurse	of	great	JJneas'	infancy.
	Here	rest	thy	bones	in	rich	Hespi	ria's	plains,
	Thy	name	('tis	all	a	ghost	can	have)	remains.
	Now,	when	the	prince	her	funeral	rites	had	paid,
	He	plough'd	the	Tyrrhene	seas	with	sails	display'd.
	From	land	a	gentle	breeze	arose	by	night,
	Serenely	shone	the	stars,	the	Moon	was	bright,
	And	the	sea	trembled	with	her	silver	light.
	Now	near	the	shelves	of	Circe's	shores	they	run,
	(Circe	the	rich,	the	daughter	of	the	Sun)
	A	dangerous	coast	:	the	goddess	wastes	her	days
	In	joyous	songs,	the	rocks	resound	her	Ia3	r	s	:
	In	spinning,	or	the	loom,	she	spends	the	night,
	And	cedar	brands	supply	her	father's	light.
	From	herioe	were	heard	(rebellowing	to	the	main)
	The	roars	of	lions	that	refuse	the	chain,
	The	gYunts	of	bristled	boars	;	and	groans	of	bears,
	And	herds	of	howling	wolves,	that	stun	the	sailors'
	ears.
	These	from	their	caverns,	at	the	close	of	night,
	Fill	the	sad	isle	with	horrour	and	affright.
	Darkling	they	rnourn	their	fate,	whom	Circe's	power
	(That	watch'd	the	Moon,	and	planetary	hour)
	With	words	and	wicked	herbs,	from	human	kind
	Had	alter'd,	and	in	wicked	shapes	confin'd.
	Which	monsters,	lest	the	Trojan	pious	host
	Should	bear	or	touch	upon	th'	enchanted	coast	:
	Propitious	Neptune	steer'd	their	course	by	night,
	With	rising	gales,	that	sped	their	happy	flight.
	Supply'd	with	these,	they	skim	the	sounding	shore,
	And	hear	the	swelling	surges	vainly	roar.
	Now	when	the	rosy	Morn	began	to	rise,
	And	weav'd	her	saffron	streamer	through	the	skies	;
	When	Thetis	blush'd	in	purple,	not	her	own,
	And	from	her	face	the	breathing	winds	are	blown,
	A	sudden	silence	sat	upon	the	sea,
	And	sweeping	oars,	with	struggling,	urge	their	way.
	The	Trojan,	from	the	main,	beheld	a	wood,
	Which	thick	with	shades	and	a	brown	horrour	stood:
	Betwixt	the	trees	the	Tiber	took	his	course,
	With	whirlpools	dimpled	;	and	with	downward	force
	That	drove	the	sand	along,	he	took	his	way,
	And	roll'd	his	yellow	billows	to	the	sea.
	About	him,	and	above,	and	round	the	wood,
	The	birds	that	haunt	the	borders	of	his	flood	;
	That	bath'd	within,	or	bask'd	upon	his	side,
	To	tuneful	songs	their	narrow	throats	apply'd,
	The	captain	gives	command;	the	joyful	train
	Glide	thro'	the	gloomy	shade,	and	leave	the	main.
	Now,	Erato,	thy	poet's	mind	inspire,
	And	(ill	his	soul	with	thy	celestial	(ire.
	Relate	what	Latium	was:	her	ancient	kings:
	Declare	the	past,	and	present	state	of	things	:
	When	first	the	Trojan	fleet	Ausonia	sought	;
	And	how	the	rivals	lov'd,	and	how	they	fought,
	These	are	my	theme,	and	how	the	war	began,
	And	how	concluded	by	the	godlike	man.
	For	I	shall	sing	of	battles,	blood,	and	rage,
	Which	princes	and	their	people	did	engage.
	And	haughty	souls,	that,	mov'd	with	mutual
	hate,
	In	fighting	fields	pursu'd	and	found	their	fate	:
	That	rous'd	the	Tyrrhene	realm	with	loud	alarms,
	And	peaceful	Italy	involv'd	in	arms.
	A	larger	scene	of	action	is	display'd,
	And,	rising	hence,	a	greater	work	is	weigh'd.
	Latinus,	old	and	mild,	had	long	possess'd
	The	Latian	sceptre,	and	his	people	bless'd	:
	His	father	Faunus	;	a	Laurentian	dame
	His	mother,	fair	Marica	was	her	name.
	But	Faunus	came	from	Picus,	Picus	drew
	His	birth	from	Saturn,	if	records	be	true.
	Thus	king	Latinus,	in	the	third	degree,
	Had	Saturn	author	of	his	family.
	But	this	old	peaceful	prince,	as	Heaven	decreed,
	Was	bless'd	with	no	male	issue	to	succeed	:
	His	sons	in	blooming	youth	were	snatch'd	by	fate	:
	One	only	daughter	heir'd	the	royal	state.
	Fir'd	with	her	love,	and	with	ambition	led,
	The	neighbouring	princes	court	her	nuptial	bed.
	Among	the	crowd,	but	far	above	the	rest,
	Young	Turnus	to	the	beauteous	maid	address'd.
	Turnus,	for	high	descent	and	graceful	mien,
	Was	first,	and	favour'd	by	the	Latian	queen	:
	With	him	she	strove	to	join	Lavinia's	hand	;
	But	dire	portents	the	ptirpos'd	match	withstand.
	Deep	in	the	palace,	of	long	growth,	there	stood
	A	laurel's	trunk,	a	venerable	wood	;
	Where	rites	divine	were	paid	;	whose	holy	hair
	Was	kept,	and	cut	with	superstitious	care.
	This	plant	Latinns,	when	his	town	he	wall'd,
	Then	found,	and	from	the	tree	Laurentum	call'd	:
	And	last,	in	honour	of	his	new	abode,
	He	vow'd	the	1-inrel	to	the	laurel's	god.
	It	happen'd	once	(a	boding	prodigy)
	A	swarm	of	bees	that	cut	the	liquid	sky,
	Unknown	from	whence	they	took	their	airy	flight,
	Upon	the	topmast	branch	in	clouds	alight	:
	There,	with	their	clasping	feet	together	clung,
	And	a	long	cluster	from	the	laurel	hung.
	An	ancient	augur	prophesy'd	from	hence	:
	"	Behold	on	Latian	shores	a	foreign	prince	!
	From	the	same	parts	of	Heaven	his	navy	stands,
	To	the	same	parts	on	Earth	:	his	army	lands;
	The	town	he	conquers,	and	the	tower	commands.'
	Yet	more,	when	fair	Lavinia	fed	the	fire
	Before	the	gods,	and	stood	beside	her	sire	;
	Strange	to	relate,	the	flames	involv'd	the	smoke
	Of	incense,	from	the	sacred	altar	broke	:
	Caught	her	dishevell'd	hair	and	rich	attire;
	Her	crowns	and	jewels	crackled	in	the	tire	:
	From	thence	the	fuming	trail	began	to	spread,
	And	lambent	glories	danc'd	about	her	head.
	This	new	r	portent	the	seer	with	wonder	views;
	Then	pausing,	thus	his	prophecy	renews	:
	"	The	nymph	who	scatters	flaming	fires	around
	Shall	shine	with	honour,	shall	herself	be	crowri'd	;
	But,	caus'd	by	her	irrevocable	fate,
	War	shall	the	country	waste,	and	change	the	state."
	Latinus,	frighted	with	this	dire	ostent,
	For	counsel	to	his	father	Faunus	went	:
	And	sought	the	shades	renown'd	for	prophecy,
	Which	near	Albunea's	sulphurous	fountain	lie.
	To	those	the	Latian	and	the	Sabine	land
	Fly,	when	distress'd,	and	thence	relief	demand.
	The	priest	on	skins	of	offerings	takes	his	ease	;
	And	nightly	visions	in	his	slumber	sees	:


DRYDEN'S	TRANSLATIONS.
	To	hang	his	budding	horns	:	with	ribbons	ty'd
	liis	tender	neck,	and	coaib'd	his	silken	hide	$
	And	bath'd	his	body.	Patient	of	command,
	In	time	he	grew,	and,	growing,	us'd	to	hand,
	lie	waited	at	his	master's	board	for	food	;
	Then	sought	his	savage	kinSred	in	the	wood	:
	Where,	gazing	all	the	day,	at	night	he	came
	To	his	known	lodgings,	and	his	country	danie.
	This	household	beast,	that	us'd	the	woodland
	grounds,
	Was	view'd	at	first	by	the	young	hero's	hounds	;
	As	down	the	stream	he	swam,	to	seek	retreat
	In	the	cool	waters,	and	to	quench	his	heat.
	Ascanius,	young,	and	eager	of	his	game,
	Soon	bent	his	i>ow,	uncertain	in	his	aim	:
	But	the	dire	fiend	the	fatal	arrow	guides,
	Which	pierc'd	his	bowels	through	his	panting	sides.
	The	bleeding	creature	issues	from	the	floods,
	Possest	with	fear,	and	seeks	his	known	abodes	j
	His	old	familiar	hearth,	and	household	gods,
	fie	falls,	he	lills	the	house	with	heavy	groans;
	Implores	their	pity,	and	his	pain	bemoans.
	Young	Sylvia	beats	her	breast,	and	cries	aloud
	For	succour	from	the	clownish	neighbourhood:
	The	churls	assemble	;	for	the	fiend	who	lay
	In	the	close	woody	covert	urg'd	their	way.
	One	with	a	brand,	yet	burning	from	the	flame	;
	Arm'd	with	a	knotty	club,	another	came	:
	Whate'er	they	catch	or	find,	without	their	care,
	Their	fury	makes	an	instrument	of	war.
	Tyrrheus,	the	foster-father	of	the	beast,
	.Then	clench'd	a	hatchet	in	his	horny	fist	:
	But	held	his	hand	from	the	descending	stroke,
	And	left	his	wedge	within	the	cloven	oak,
	To	whet	their	courage,	and	their	rage	provoke.
	And	now	the	goddess,	exercis'd	in	ill,
	Who	watch'd	an	hour	to	work	her	impious	will,
	Ascends	the	roof,	and	to	her	crooked	horn,
	Such	as	was	then	by	Latian	shepherds	borne,
	Adds	all	her	breath	;	the	rocks	and	woods	around,
	And	mountains,	tremble	at	th'	infernal	sound.
	The	sacred	lake	of	Trivia	from	afar,
	The	Veline	fountains,	and	sulphureous	Nar,
	Shake	at	the	baleful	blast,	the	signal	of	the	war.
	Young	mothers	wildly	stare,	with	fear	possest,
	And	strain	their	helpless	infants	to	their	breast.
	The	clowns,	a	boisterous,	rude,	ungovern'd
	crew,
	With	.furious	haste	to	the	loud	summons	flew.
	The	powers	of	Troy,	then	issuing	on	the	plain,
	With	fresh	recruits	their	youthful	chief	sustain:
	Nor	theirs	a	raw	and	unexperienc'd	train,
	But	a	firm	body	of	embattled	men.
	At	first,	while	fortune	favour'd	neither	side,
	The	fight	with	clubs	and	burning	brands	was	try'd	:
	But	now,	both	parties	reinforc'd,	the	fields
	Are	bright	with	flaming	swords	and	brazen	shields.
	A	shining	harvest	cither	host	displays,
	And	shoots	against	the	Sun	with	equal	rays.
	Thus	when	a	black-brow'd	gust	begins	to	rise,
	White	foam	at	first	on	the	curl'd	ocean	fries	;
	Then	roars	-the	main,	the	billows	mount	the	skies	:
	Till,	by	the	fury	of	the	storm	full	blown,
	The	muddy	bottom	o'er	the	clouds	is	thrown.
	First	Almou	falls,	old	Tyrrheus'	eldest	care,
	Pierc'd	with	an	arrow	from	the	distant	war	:
	Fixt	in	his	throat	the	flying	weapon	stood,
	And	stopp'd	his	breath,	and	drank	his	vital	blood.
	Huge	heaps	of	s	ain	around	the	body	risej
	Among	ihe	rest,	the	rich	Galesus	lies	:
	A	good	old	man,	while	peace	he	preach'd	in	vain,
	Amidst	the	madness	of	th'	unruly	train	:
	Five	herds,	five	bleating	flocks,	his	pastures	fii	I'd;
	His	lands	a	hundred	yoke	of	oxen	till'd.
	Thus,	while	in	equal	scales	their	fortune	stood,
	The	fury	bath'd	them	in	each	other's	blood.
	Then,	having	fix'd	the	fight,	exulting	flies,
	And	bears	fulfill'd	her	promise	to	the	skies	;
	To	Juno	thus	she	speaks	:	"	Behold	'tis	done	;
	The	blood	already	drawn,	the	war	begun	;
	The	discord	is	complete,	nor	can	they	cease
	The	dire	debate,	nor	you	command	the	peace.
	Now	since	the	Latian	and	the	Trojan	brood
	Have	tasted	vengeance,	and	the	sweets	of	blood,
	Speak,	and	my	power	shall	add	this	office	more	j
	The	neighbouring	nations	of	th'	Ausonian	shore
	Shall	hear	the	dreadful	rumour	from	afar,
	Of	arm'd	invasion,	and	embrace	the	war.
	Then	Juno	thus	:	"	The	grateful	work	is	done	;
	The	seed	of	discord	sow'd,	the	war	begun	;
	Frauds,	fears,	and	fury,	have	possess'd	the	state,
	And	fix'd	the	causes	of	a	lasting	hate	:
	A	bloody	Hymen	shall	th'	alliance	join
	Betwixt	the	Trojan	and	Ausonian	line	:
	But	thou	with	speed	to	Night	and	Hell	repair,
	For	not	the	gods	nor	angry	Jove	will	bear
	Thy	lawless	wandering	walks	in	upper	air.
	Leave	what	remains	to	me.."	Saturnia	said:
	The	sullen	fiend	her	sounding	wings	display'd,
	Unwilling	left	the	light,	and	sought	the	nether
	In	midst	of	Italy,	well	known	to	fame,	[shade.
	There	lies	a	lake,	Amsanctus	is	the	name,
	Below	the	lofty	mounts	on	either	side	;
	Thir	J;	forests	the	forbidden	entrance	hide	:
	Full	in	the	centre	of	the	sacred	wood
	An	arm	arises	of	the	Stygian	flood	;	[sound,
	Which,	breaking	from	beneath	with	bellowing
	Whirls	the	black	waves	and	rattling	stones	around.
	Here	Pluto	pants	for	breath	from	out	his	cell,	'
	And	opens	wide	the	grinning	jaws	of	Hell.
	To	this	infernal	lake	the	fury	flies	;	[skies.
	Here	hides	her	hated	head,	and	frees	the	labouring
	Saturnian	Juno,	now,	with	double	care,
	Attends	the	fatal	process	of	the	war.
	The	clowns	return'd	from	battle	bear	the	slain,
	Implore	the	gods,	and	to	their	king	complain.
	The	corpse	of	Almon	and	the	rest	are	shown,
	Shrieks,	clamours,	murmurs,	fill	the	frighted	town.
	Ambitious	Turnus	in	the	press	appears,
	And,	aggravating	crimes,	augments	their	fears	:
	Proclaims	his	private	injuries	aloud,
	A	solemn	promise	made,	and	disavowed	;
	A	foreign	son	is	sought,	and	a	mixt	mongrel	brood.
	Then	they,	whose	mothers,	frantic	with	their	fear,
	In	woods	and	wilds	the	flags	of	Bacchus	bear,
	And	lead	his	dances	with	dishevell'd	hair	;
	Increase	the	clamour,	and	the	war	demand
	(Such	was	Amata's	interest	in	the	land)
	Against	the	public	sanctians	of	the	peace/;
	Against	all	omens	of	their	ill	success;
	With	fates	averse,	th	rout	in	arms	resort,
	To	force	their	monarch,	and	insult	the	court.
	But,	like	a	rock	unmov'd,	a	rock	that	braves
	The	raging	tempest	and	the	rising	waves,
	Propp'd	on	himself	he	stands	;	his	solid	sides
	Wash	off	the	sea-weeds,	and	the	sounding	tides	:
	So	stood	the	pious	prince	unmov'd,	and	long
	Sustain'd	the	madness	of	the	noisy	throng.
	But	when	he	found	that	.Juno's	power	prevail'd,
	And	all	the	methods	of	cool	counsel	fail'd,


VIRGIL'S	^NEIS.	BOOK	VIII.
	417
	With	swift	supplies	you	shall	be	sent	away	:
	Now	celebrate,	with	us,	this	solemn	day	;
	Whose	holy	rites	admit	no	long	delay.
	Honour	our	annual	feast	;	and	take	your	seat
	With	friendly	welcome,	at	a	homely	treat."
	Thus	having	said,	the	bowls	(remov'd	for	fear)
	The	youths	replac'd	;	and	soon	restored	the	elver.
	On	sods	of	turf	he	set	the	soldiers	round	;
	A	maple	throne,	rais'd	higher	from	the	ground,
	Receiv'cTthe	Trojan	chief:	and	o'er	the	bed,
	A	lion's	shaggy	hide	for	ornament	they	spread.
	The	loaves	were	serv'd	in	canisters,	the	wine
	In	bowls,	the	priest	renew'd	the	rites	divine	:
	Broil'd	entrails	are	their	food,	and	beef's	con
	tinued	chine.
	But,	when	the	rage	of	hunger	was	repress'd,
	Thus	spoke	Evander	to	his	royal	guest	:
	"	These	rites,	these	altars,	and	this	feast,	O	king	1	,
	From	no	vain	fears,	or	superstition,	spring	;
	Or	blind	devotion,	or	from	blinder	chance	j
	Or	heady	zeal,	or	brutal	ignorance	:
	Butsav'd	from	danger,	with	a	grateful	sense,
	The	labours	of	a	god	we	recompense.
	See,	from	afar,	yon	rock	that	mates	the	sky,
	About	whose	feet	such	heaps	of	rubbish	lie	:
	Such	indigested	ruin	;	bleak	and	bare,
	How	desert	now	it	stands,	expos'd	in	air	!
	'Twas	once	a	robber's	den	;	enclos'd	around
	With	living	stone,	and	deep	beneath	the	ground..
	The	monster	Cacus,	more	than	half	a	beast,
	This	hold,	impervious	to	the	Sun,	possess'd.
	The	pavement	ever	foul	with	human	gore	;
	Heads,	and	their	mangled	members,	hung	the	door.
	Vulcan	this	plague	begot	;	and,	like	his	sire,
	Black	clouds	he	belch'd,	and	flakes	of	livid	fire.
	Time,	long	expected,	eas'd	us	of	our	load	:
	And	brought	the	needful	presence	of	a	god.
	Th'	avenging	force	of	Hercules,	from	Spain,
	Arriv'd	in	triumph	from	Geryon	slain	;
	Thrice	liv'd	the	giant,	and	thrice	liv'd	in	vain.
	His	prize,	the	lowing	herds,	Alcides	drove
	Near	Tiber's	bank,	to	graze	the	shady	grove.
	AHur'd	with	hope	of	plunder,	and	intent
	By	force	to	rob,	by	fraud	to	circumvent.
	The	brutal	Cacus,	as	by	chance	they	stray'd,
	Four	oxen	thence,	and	four	fair	kine	convey'd	:
	And,	lest	the	printed	footsteps	might	be	seen,
	He	dragg'd	them	backwards	to	his	rocky	den	:
	The	tracts	averse,	a	lying	notice	gave,
	And	led	the	searcher	backward	from	the	cave	:
	Meantime	the	herdsman	hero	shifts	his	place,
	To	find	fresh	pasture,	and	untrodden	grass	:
	The	beasts,	who	miss'd	their	mates,	ft)	I'd	all	around
	With	bellowings,	and	the	ro;,-ks	restor'd	the	sound.
	One	heifer,	who	hail	heard	her	love	complain,
	Roar'd	from	the	cave,	and	made	the	project	vain.
	Alcides	found	the	fraud	:	with	rage	he	shook,
	And	toss'd	about	his	he-ad	his	knotted	oak.
	Swift	as	the	winds,	or	Scythian	arrows	flight,
	He	clotnb,	with	eager	haste,	th'	aerial	height.
	Then	iirst	we	saw	the	monster	mend	his	pace	:
	Fear	in	his	eyes,	and	paleness	in	his	face,
	Confess'd	the	god's	approach	:	trembling	he	springs,
	As	terrour	had	increas'd	hi*	feet	with	wings	:
	Nor	stay'd	for	stairs	;	but	down	the	depth	he	threw
	His	body	;	on	his	back	the	door	he	drew.
	The	door,	a	rib	of	living	rock	;	with	pains
	His	father	hew'd	it,	out,	and	bound	with	iron	chains.
	He	broke	the	heavy	links	:	the	mountain	cjps'd,
	And	bars	and	levers	to	his	foe	oppos'd,
	VOL.	XIX.
	The	wretch	had	hanlly	made	his	dungeon	fesl;
	The	fierce	avenger	came	with	bounding	haste	:
	Survey'd	the	mouth	of	Ihe	forbidden	hold	;
	And	here	and	there	his	raging	eyes	he	roll'd.
	He	gnash'd	his	teeth	;	and	thrice	he	compass'd
	round
	With	winged	speed,	the	circuit	of	the	ground.
	Thrice	at	the	cavern's	mouth	he	pull'd	in	vain.
	And,	panting,	thrice	desisted	from	his	pain.
	A	pointed	flinty	rock,	all	bare,	and	black,
	Grew	gibbous	from	behind	the	mountain's	backs
	Owls,	ravens,	all	ill	omens	of	the	night,
	Here	built	their	nests,	and	hither	wing'd	their	flight.
	The	leaning	head	hung	threatening	o'er	the	flood,
	And	nodded	to	the	left	:	the	hero	stood
	Averse,	with	planted	feet,	and,	from	the	right,
	Tugg'd	at	the	solid	stone	Wh	all	his	might.
	Thus	heav'd,	the	fix'd	foundations	of	the	rock
	Gave	way	:	Heav'n	echo'd	at	the	rattling	shock.
	Tumbling	it	chok'd	the	flood	:	on	either	side
	The	banks	leap	backward,	and	the	streams	divider
	The	sky	shrunk	upward	with	unusual	dread	;
	And	trembling	Tiber	div'd	beneath	his	bed.
	The	court	of	Cacus	stands	reveal'd	to	sight;
	The	cavern	glares	with	new-admitted	light
	So	pent	the	vapours	with	a	rumbling	sound
	Heave	from	below,	and	rend	the	hollow	ground	:
	A	sounding	flaw	succeeds	:	and,	from	on	high,
	The	gods	with	hate	beheld	the	nether	sky	:
	The	ghosts	repine	at	violated	night,
	And	curse	th'	invading	Sun,	and	sicken	at	the	sight.
	The	graceless	monster,	caught	in	open	dav,
	Enclos'd,	and	in	despair	to	fly	away,
	Howls	horrible	from	underneath,	and	fills
	His	hollow	palace	with	unmanly	yells.
	The	hero	stands	above	;	and	from	afar
	Plies	him	with	darts,	and	stones,	and	distant	war.
	He,	from	his	nostrils	and	huge	mouth,	expires
	Black	clouds	of	smoke,	amidst	his	father's	fires.
	Gathering,	with	each	repeated	blast,	the	night:
	To	make	uncertain	aim,	and	erring	fi._'iit.
	The	wrathful	god	then	plunges	from	above,
	And	where	in	thickest	waves	the	sparkles	drove,
	There	lights,	and	wades	through	fumes,	and	gropes
	his	way	:
	Half	sing'd,	half	stifled,	till	he	grasp'd	his	prey.
	The	monster,	spewing	fruitless	flames,	he	found	;
	He	squeez'd	his	throat,	he	writh'd	his	neck	around",
	And	in	a	knot	his	crippled	members	bound.
	Then,	from	their	sockets,	tore	his	burning	eyes	;
	Koll'd	on	a	heap	the	breathless	robber	lies.
	The	doors,	unbarr'd,	raceive	the	rushinj?	day,
	And	thorough	lights	disclose	the	ravish'd	prey.
	1'he	bulls	mleem'd,	breathe	open	air	again	:
	Next,	by	the	feet,	they	drag	him	from	his	den.
	The	wondering	neighbourhood,	with	glad	surprise,
	Beheld	his	shagged	breast,	liis	giant	size,	[eyes.
	His	mouth	that	flames	no	more,	and	his	extinguished
	From	that	auspicious	day,	with	rites	divine,
	We	worship	at	the	hero's	holy	shrine.
	Potitius	first	ordain'd	these	annual	vows,
	As	priests,	were	added	the	Pinarian	house	:
	Who	rais'd	this	altar	in	the	sacred	shade,
	Where	honours,	ever	due,	for	ever	shall	be	paid.
	For	these	deserts,	and	this	high	virtue	shown,
	Ye	warlike	youths,	your	heads	with	garlands	crown.
	Fill	high	the	goblets	with	a	sparkling	flood	:
	And,	with	deep	draughts,	invoke	our	common	god."
	This	said,	a	double	wreath	Evander	twin'd	:
	And	poplars,	black	and	white,	his	temples	bind.


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	DRYDEN'S	TRANSLATIONS.
	Ev'n	then	h	dreamt	of	drink	and	lucky	play;
	More	lucky	had	it	lasted	till	the	day.
	The	famish'd	lion	thus,	with	hunger	bold,
	O'erleaps	the	fences	of	the	nightly	fold,
	And	tears	the	peaceful	flocks;	with	silent	awe
	Trembling	they	lie,	and	pant	beneath	his	paw.
	Nor	with	less	rage	Euryalus	employs
	The	wrathful	sword,	or	fewer	foes	destroys	:
	.But	on	th'	ignoble	crowd	his	fury	flew	:
	He	Fad	us,	Hebesus,	and	Rhaetus	slew.
	Oppress'd	with	heavy	sleep	the	former	fall,
	But	Rhaetus,	wakeful,	and	observing	all,
	Behind	a	spacious	jar	he	s'.ink'd	for	fear:
	The	fatal	iron	found,	and	reach'd	him	there.
	For,	as	he	rose,	it	pierc'd	his	naked	side,
	And,	reeking,	thence	return'd	in	crimson	dy'd.
	The	wound	pours	out	a	stream	of	wine	and	blood	:
	The	purple	soul	comes	floating	in	the	flood.
	Now	where	Messapus	quarter'd	they	arrive	;
	The	fires	were	fainting	there,	and	just	alive.
	The	warrior-horses	tied	in	order	fed	;
	Nisus	observ'd	the	discipline,	and	said	:
	*'	t>ur	eager	thirst	of	blood	may	both	betray-;
	And	see	the	scatter'	d	streaks	of	dawning*	day,
	Foe	to	nocturnal	thefts	:	no	more,	my	friend,
	Here	let	our	glutted	execution	end	:
	A	lane	through	slaughter'd	bodies	we	have	made	:"
	The	bold	Euryalus,	though	loth,	obey'd.
	Of	arms,	and	arras,	and	of	plate,	they	find
	Ajprecious	load	;	but	these	they	leave	behind.
	Yet,	fond	of	gaudy	spoils,	the	boy	would	stay
	To	make	the	rich	caparison	his	prey,
	Which	on	the	steed	of	conquer'd	Rhamnes	lay.
	Nor	did	his	eyes	less	longingly	behold
	The	girdle	belt,	with	nails	of	burnish'd	gold.
	This	present	Cedicus	the	rich	bestow	'd
	On	Remulus,	when	friendship	first	they	vow'd	:
	And	absent,	join'd	in	hospitable	ties	;
	He	dying,	to	his	heir	bequeath'd	the	prize	:
	Till	by	the	conquering	Ardean	troops	opprest,
	He	fell	;	and	they	the	glorious	gift	possess'd.
	These	glittering	spoils	(now	made	the	victor's	gain)
	He	to	his	body	suits	;	but	suits	in	vain.
	Messapus'	helm	he	finds	among	the	rest,
	And	laces	on,	and	wears	the	waving	crest.
	Proud	of	their	conquest,	prouder	of	their	prey,
	They	lea've^ihe	camp,	and	take	the	ready	way.
	But	far	they	had	not	pass'd,	before	they	spy'd
	Three	hundred	horse,	with	Volscens	for	their	guide.
	The	queen	a	legion	to	king	Turnus	sent,
	But	the	swift	horse	the	slower	foot	prevent	:
	And	now,	advancing,	sought	the	leader's	tent.
	They	saw	the	pair	;	for,	thro'	the	doubtful	shade,
	His	shining	helm	Euryalus	betray'd,
	On	which	the	Moon	with	full	reflection	play'd.
	"	'Tis	not	for	nought,"	ci	y'd	Volscens,	from	the
	crowd,
	*'	These	men	go	there	;"	then	rais'd	his	voice	aloud	:
	"	Stand,	stand	!	Why	thus	in	arms,	and	whither
	bent?
	From	whence,	to	whom,	and	on	what	errand	sent	?"
	Silent	they	scud	away,	and	haste	their	flight
	To	neighbouring	woods,	and	trust	themselves	to
	3Tbe	speedy	horse	all	passages	belay,	[night.
	And	spur	their	smoking	steeds	to	cross	their	way,
	And	watch	each	entrance	of	the	winding	wood	;
	Black	was	the	forest,	thick	with	beech	it	stood	;
	Horrid	with	fern,	and	intricate	with	thorn,
	Few	paths	of	human	feet	or	tracks	of	beasts	were
	The	darkness	of	the	shades,	his	heavy	proy,
	And	fear,	misled	the	younger	from	his	way.
	But	Nisus	hit	the	turns	with	happier	haste,
	And,	thoughtless	of	his	friend,	the	forest	pass'd	:
	And	Alban	plains,	from	Alba's	name	so	call'd,
	Where	king	Latinus	then	his	oxen	stall'd.
	Till,	turning	at	the	length,	he	stood	his	ground,
	And	miss'd	his	friend,	and	cast	his	eyes	around	:
	''	Ah,	wretch	!"	he	cry'd,	"	where	have	I	left
	behind
	Th'	unhappy	youth	?	where	shall	I	hope	to	find	?
	Or	what	way	take	!"	Again	he	ventures	back	:
	And	treads	the	mazes	of	his	former	track.
	Sie	winds	the	wood,	and	listening	hears	the	noise
	Of	trampling	coursers,	and	the	rider's	voice.
	The	sound	approach'd,	and	suddenly	he	view'd
	The	foes	enclosing,	and	his	friend	pursu'd:
	Forelay'd	and	taken,	while	he	strove,	in	vain,
	The	shelter	of	the	friendly	shades	to	gain.
	What	should	he	next	attempt	?	What	arms	employ	r
	What	fruitless	force	to	free	the	captive	boy	!
	Or	desperate	should	he	rush,	and	lose	his	life,
	With	odds	oppress,	in	such	unequal	strife	?
	Resolv'd	at	length,	his	pointed	spear	he	took	;
	And,	casting	on	the	Moon	a	mournful	look,
	"	Guardian	of	groves,	and	goddess	of	the	night,
	Fair	queen,"	he	said,	"	direct	my	dart	aright:
	If	e'er	my	pious	father,	for	my	sake,
	Did	grateful	offerings	on	thy	altars	make	;
	Or	I	increas'd	them	with	my	sylvan	toils,
	And	hung	the	holy	roofs	with	savage	spoils,
	Give	me	to	scatter	these."	Then	from	his	ear
	He	pois'd,	and	aim'd,	and	lanch'd	the	trembling
	spear.
	The	deadly	weapon,	hissing	from	the	grove,
	Impetuous	on	the	back	of	Sulmo	drove;
	Pierc'd	his	thin	armour,	drank	his	vital	blood,
	And	in	his	body	left	the	broken	wood.
	He	staggers	round	;	his	eye-balls	roll	in	death,
	And	with	short	sobs	he	gasps	away	hid	breath.
	All	stand	amaz'd	;	a	second	javelin	flies
	With	equal	strength,	and	quivers	through	the	skies	:
	This	through	thy	temples,	Tagus,	forc'd	the	way,
	And	in	the	brain-pan	warmly	buried	lay.
	Fierce,	Volscens	foams	with	rage,	and	gazing	round,
	Descry'd	not	him	who	gave	the	fatal	wound	:
	Nor	knew	to	fix	revenge	:	"	Butthou,"	he	cries,
	"	Shalt	pay	for	both	!"	and	at	the	prisoner	flies
	With	his	drawn	sword.	Then,	struck	with	deep
	despair,
	That	cruel	sight	the	lover	could	not	bear	:
	But	from	his	covert	rush'd	in	open	view,
	And	sent	his	voice	before	him	as	he	flew	:
	"	Me,	me,"	he	cry'd,	"	turn	all	your	swords	alone
	On	me	!	the	fact	confest,	the	fault	my	own.
	He	neither	could,	nor	durst,	the	guiltless	youth	;
	Ye	Moon	and	Stars,	bear	witness	to	the	truth	1	.
	His	only	crime	(if	friendship	can	offend)
	Is	too	much	love	to	his	unhappy	friend	"
	Too	late	he	speaks	;	the	sword,	which	fury	guides,
	Driven	with	full	force	had	pierc'd	his	tender	sides.
	Down	fell	the	beauteous	youth;	the	yawning
	wound
	Gush'd	out	a	purple	stream,	and	stain'd	the	ground.
	His	snowy	neck	reclines	upon	his	breast,
	Like	a	fair	flower	by	the	keen	share	oppress'd	:
	Like	a	white	poppy	sinking	on	the	plain,
	Whose	heavy	head	is	overcharged	with	rain.
	Despair,	and	rage,	and	vengeance	justly	vow'd.
	Drove	Nisus	headlong	on	the	hostile	crowd	:


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	That	course	he	steer'd,	and	thus	he	gave	command,
	"	Here	ply	your	oars,	and	at	all	hazard	land	:
	Force	on	the	vessel,	that	her	keel	may	wound
	This	hated	soil,	and	furrow	hostile	ground.
	Let	me.	securely	land,	I	ask	no	more,
	Then	sink	my	ships,	or	shatter	on	the	shore."
	This	tiery	speech	inflames	his	fearful	friends,
	They	tug	at	every	oar	;	and	every	stretcher	hends	:
	Tlvy	run	their	ships	aground,	the	vessels	knock,
	(Thusforc'd	ashore)	and	tremble	with	the	shock.
	Tarchon's	alone	was	lost,	and	stranded	stood,
	Stuck	on	a	bank,	and	beaten	by	the	flood.
	She	breaks	her	back,	the	loosen'd	sides	give	way,
	And	plunge	the	Tuscan	soldiers	in	the	sea.
	Their	broken	oars	and	floating	planks	withstand
	Their	passage,	while	they	labour	to	the	land;
	And	eblting	tides	bear	back	upon	th'	uncertain
	sand.
	Now	Turnus	leads	his	troops,	without	delay,
	Advancing	to	the	margin	of	the	sea.
	The	trumpets	sound	:	^Eneas	first	assail'd
	The	clowns	new-rais'd	and	raw	;	and	soon	pre-
	Great	Theron	fell,	an	omen	of	the	fight	:	[vail'd.
	Great	Theron	large	of	limbs,	of	giant	height.
	He	first	in	open	fields	defy'd	the	prince,
	But	armour	scal'd	with	gold	was	no	defence
	Against	the	fated	sword,	which	open'd	wide
	His	plated	shield,	and	pierc'd	his	naked	side.
	Next,	Lycas	fell	;	who,	not	like	others	born,
	Was	from	his	wretched	mother	ripp'd	and	torn	:
	Sacred,	O	Phoebus	!	from	his	birth	to	thee,
	For	his	beginning	life	from	biting	steel	was	free.
	Nor	far	from	him	was	Gyas	laid	along,
	Of	monstrous	bulk	;	with	Cisseus	tierce	and	strong;
	Vain	bulk	and	strength	;	for	when	the	chief	assail'd,
	Nor	valour,	nor	Herculean	arms,	avail'd;
	Nor	their	fam'd	father,	wontln	war	to	go
	With	great	Alcides,	while	he	toil'd	below.
	The	noisy	Pharos	next	receiv'd	his	death,
	^Eneas	writh'd	his	d;irt,	and	stopp'd	his	bawling
	breath.
	Then	wretched	Cydon	had	receiv'd	his	doom,
	Who	courted	Clytius	in	his	beardless	bloom,
	And	sought	with	lust	obscene	polluted	joys	:
	The	Trojan	sword	had	cur'd	his	love	of	boys,
	Had	not	his	seven	bold	brethren	stopp'd	the	course
	Of	the	fierce	champion,	with	united	force.
	Seven	darts	are	thrown	at	once,	and	some	rebound
	From	his	bright	shield,	some	on	his	helmet	sound	:
	The	rest	had	reach'd	him,	but	his	mother's	care
	Prevented	those,	and	turn'd	aside	in	air.
	The	prince	then	call'd	Achates,	to	supply
	The	spears	that	knew	the	way	to	victory.
	Those	fatal	weapons,	which,	inur'd	to	blood,
	In	Grecian	bodit-s	under	Ilium	stood	:
	"	Not	one	of	those	my	hand	shall	toss	in	Tain
	Against	our	fo.s,	on	this	contended	plain,"
	He	said	:	then	sei/.'d	a	mighty	spear,	and	threw	:
	Which,	wing'd	with	fate,	through	Mason's	buckler
	flew;
	Pierc'd	all	the	brazen	plates,	and	reach'd	his
	He	stagger'd	with	intolerable	smart.	[heart:
	Alcanor	saw	;	and	reach'd,	but	reach'd	in	vain.
	His	helping	hand,	his	brother	to	sustain.
	A	second	spear,	which	kept	the	former	course,
	From	the	same	hand,	and	sent	with	equal	force,
	His	right	arm	pierc'd,	and,	holding	on,	bereft
	His	use	of	both,	and	pinion'd	down	his	left.
	Then	Numitor,	from	his	dead	brother,	drew
	Th'	iU-omen'J	spear,	and	at	the	Trojan	threw	:
	Preventing	fate	directs	the	lance	awry,
	Which,	glancing,	only	mark'd	Achates'	thigh.
	In	pride	of	youth	the	Sahine	Clausus	came,
	And	from	afar	at	Dryops	took	his	aim.
	The	spear	flew	hissing	through	the	middle	space,
	And	pierc'd	his	throat,	directed	at	his	face	:
	It	stopp'd	at	once	the	passage	of	his	wind,
	And	the	free	soul	to	flitting	air	resign'd	:
	His	forehead	was	the	first	that	struck	the	ground;
	Life-blood	and	life	rush'd	mingled	through	the
	-	wound.
	HP	slew	three	brothers	of	the	Borean	race,
	And	three,	whom	Ismarus,	their	native	place,
	Had	sv-nt	to	war,	but	all	the	sons	of	Thrace.
	Halesiis	next,	the	bold	Aurunci	leads	;
	The	son	of	Neptune	to	his	aid	succeeds,
	Conspicuous	on	his	horse	:	on	either	hand
	These	fight	to	keep,	and	those	to	win	the	land.
	With	mutual	blood	th'	Ausonian	soil	is	dy'd,
	While	on	its	borders	each	their	claim	decide.
	As	wintery	winds,	contending	in	the	sky,
	With	equal	force	of	lungs	their	titles	try	:
	They	rage,	they	roar	;	the	doubtful	rack	of	Heaven
	Stands	without	motion,	and	the	tide	undriven:
	Each	bent	to	conquer,	neither	side	to	yield	;
	They	long	suspend	the	fortune	of	the	field.
	Both	armies	thus	perform	what	courage	can	:
	Foot	set	to	foot,	and	mingled	man	to	man.
	But	in	another	part,	th'	Arcadian	horse,
	With	ill-success	engage	the	Latin	force,
	For	where	th'	impetuous	torrent,	rushing	down,
	Huge	craggy	stones,	and	rooted	trees	had	thrown,
	They	left	tkeir	coursers,	and,	unus'd	to	fight
	On	foot,	were	scatter'd	in	a	shameful	flight.
	Pallas,	who	with	disdain	and	grief	had	view'd
	His	foes	pursuing,	and	his	friends	pursu'd,	[source;
	Us'd	threatnings	mix'd	with	prayers,	his	last	re-
	With	these	to	move	their	minds,	with	those	to	fire
	their	force.
	"	Which	way,	companions	!	whither	would	you	run	2
	By	you	yourselves,	and	mighty	battles	won	,
	By	my	great	sire,	by	his	es^ablish'd	name,
	And	early	promise	of	my	future	fame	;
	By	my	youth,	emulous	of	equal	right
	To	share	his	honours,	shun	ignoble	flight.
	Trust	not	your	feet;	your	hands	must	hew
	your	way
	Through	yon	black	body,	and	that	thick	array	:
	'Tis	through	that	forward	path	that	we	must
	come:
	There	lies	our	way,	and	that	our	passage	home.
	Nor	powers	above,	nor	destinies	below,
	Oppress	our	arms	;	with	equal	strength	we	go	;
	With	mortal	hands	to	meet	a	mortal	foe.
	See	on	what	foot	we	stand	:	a	scanty	shore	J
	The	sea	behind,	our	enemies	before	:
	No	passage	left,	unless	we	swim	the	main	;
	Or,	forcing	these,	the	Trojan	trenches	gain.'	1
	This	said,	he	strode	with	eager	haste	along.
	And	bore	amidst	the	thickest	of	the	throng.
	Lagus,	the	first	he	met,	with	fate	to	foe,
	Had	heav'd	a	stone	of	mighty	weight	to	throw	;
	Stooping,	the	spear	descended	on	his	chine,
	Just	where	the	bone	distinguish'd	either	It/in	:
	It	stuck	so	fast,	so	deeply	bury'd	lay,
	That	scarce	the	victor	forc'd	the	steel	away.
	Hisbon	came	on,	but	while	he	mov'd	too	slow
	To	wish'd	revenge,	the	prince	prevents	his	blow	;
	For,	warding	his	at	once,	at	once	he	press'd;
	And	plwng'd	the	fatal	weapon	ia	his	UreagU


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	Here,	over-match'd	in	fight,	in	heaps	they	lie,
	There,	scatter'd	o'er	the	fields,	ignobly	fly.
	Gape	wide,	O	Earth	!	and	draw	me	down	alive,
	Or,	oh,	ye	pitying	winds	!	a	wretch	relieve	;
	On	sands	or	shelves	the	splitting	vessel	drive	:
	Or	set	rne	shipwreck'd	on	some	desert	shore,
	Wl	ere	no	Rutulian	eyes	may	see	me	more	;
	Unknown	to	friends,	or	foes,	or	conscious	fame,
	Lest	she	should	follow,	and	my	flight	proclaim	'"
	Thus	Turnus	rav'd,	and	various	fates	revolv'd,
	The	choice	was	doubtful,	but	the	death	resolv'd.
	An\l	now	the	sword,	and	now	the	sea	took	place	:
	That	to	revenge,	arid	this	to	purge	disgrace.
	Sometimes	he	thought	to	swim	the	stormy	main,
	3>y	stretch	of	arms	the	distant	shore	to	gain	:
	Thrio"	he	the	sword	assay	'd,	and	thrice	the	flood	;
	But	Juno,	mov'd	with	pity,	both	withstood	;
	And	thrice	repress'd	his	rage	;	strong	gales	supply'd,
	And	push'd	the	vessel	o'er	the	swelling	tide.
	At	length	she	lands	him	on	his	native	shores,
	And	to	his	father's	longing	arms	restores.
	Meantime,	by	Jove's	impulse,	Mezentius	arm'd,
	Succeeding	Turuus,	with	his	ardour	warm'd
	His	fainting	friends,	reproach'd	their	shameful
	flight,
	Repell'd	the	victors,	and	renew'd	the	fight.
	Against	their	king	the	Tuscan	troops	conspire,
	Such	is	their	hate,	and	such	their	fierce	desire
	Of	wish'd	revenge	:	on	him,	and	him	alone,
	All	hands	employ'd,	and	all	their	darts	are	thrown.
	He,	like	a	solid	rock	by	seas	enclos'd,
	To	raging	winds	and	roaring	waves	oppos'd	;
	From	his	proud	summit	looking	down,	disdains
	Their	empty	menace,	and	unmov'd	remains.
	Beneath	his	feet	fell	haughty	Hebrtis	dead,
	Then	I.atagus;	and	Palmus,	as	he	fled:
	At	Latagus	a	weighty	stone	he	flung,
	His	face	was	flatted,	and	his	helmet	rung.
	But	Palmus	from	behind	receives	his	wound,
	Hamstring'd	he	falls,	and	grovels	on	the	ground	:
	His	crest	and	armour,	from	his	body	torn,
	Thy	shoulders,	Lausus,	and	thy	head	adorn.
	Evas	and	Mymas,	both	of	Troy,	he	slew	;
	Mymas	his	birth	from	fair	Theano	drew:
	Born	on	that	fatal	night,	when,	big	with	fire,
	The	queen	produc'd	young	Paris	to	his	sire.
	But	Paris	in	the	Phrygian	fields	was	slain	;
	Unthinking	Mymas,	on	the	Latian	plain.
	And	as	a	savage	boar	on	mountains	bred,
	With	forest	mast	and	fattening	marshes	fed	;
	When	once	he	sees	himself	in	toils	enclos'd,
	By	huntsmen	and	their	eager	hounds	oppos'd,
	He	whets	his	tusks,	and	turns,	and	dares	the	war	;
	Th'	invaders	dart	their	javelins	from	afar;
	All	keep	aloof,	and	safely	shout	around,
	But	none	presumes	to	give	a	nearer	wound.
	He	frets	and	froths,	erects	his	bristled	hide,
	And	shakes	a	grove	of	lances	from	his	side	:
	Not	otherwise	the	troops,	with	hate	inspir'd
	And	just	revenge,	against	the	tyrant	fir'd	;
	Their	darts	with	clamour	at	a	distance	drive,
	And	only	keep	the	languished	war	alive.
	From	Cc-ritus	came	Acron	to	the	light,	[night.
	Who	left	his	spouse	betroth'd	and	unconsummate
	MfZ(	ntius	sees	him	through^	the	squadrons	ride,
	Proud	of	the	purple	favours	of	his	bride.
	Then,	as	a	hungry	lion,	who	beholds
	A	gamesome	goat,	who	frisks	about	the	folds,
	Or	beamy	stag,	that	grazes	on	the	plain	;
	He	runs,	he	roars,	he	shakes	his	rising	mane	;
	He	grins,	and	opens	wide	his	greedy	jatrs,
	The.	prey	lies	panting	underneath	his	paws	;
	He	fills	his	f'amish'd	maw,	his	mouth	runs	o'er
	With	unchew'd	morsels,	while	he	churns	the	gore:
	So	proud	Mezentius	rushes	on	his	foes,
	And	first	unhappy	Acron	overthrows	:
	Stretch	'd	at	his	length,	he	spurns	the	swarthy
	ground,	[wound.
	The	lance,	besmear'd	with	blood,	lies	broken	in	the.
	Then	with	disdain	the	haughty	victor	view'd
	Orodes	flying,	nor	the	wretch	pursu'd	:
	Nor	thought	the	dastard's	back	deserv'd	a	wound,
	But	running	gain'd	th'	advantage	of	the	ground.
	Then,	turning	short,	he	met	him	face	to	face,
	To	give	his	victory	the	better	grace.
	Orodes	falls,	in	equal	fight	opprest:
	Mezentius	fix'd	his	foot	upon	his	breast,
	And	rested	lauce	:	and	thus	aloud	he	cries,
	"	Lo,	here	the	champion	of	my	rebels	lies	!"
	The	fields	around	with	16	Paean	ring,
	And	peals	of	shouts	applaud	the	conqu'ring	king.
	At	this	the	vanquish'd,	with	his	dying	breath,
	Thus	faintly	spoke,	and	prophesy'd	in	death	:
	"	Nor	thou,	proud	man,	unpunish'd	shalt	remain	;
	Like	death	attends	thee	on	this	fatal	plain."
	Then,	sourly	smiling,	thus	the	kingreply'd:
	"	For	what	belongs	to	rne,	let	Jove	provide;
	But	die	thou	first,	whatever	chance	ensue."
	He	said,	and	from	the	wound	the	weapon	drew	:
	A	hovering	mist	came	swimming	o'er	his	sight,
	And	seal'd	his	eyes	in	everlasting	night.
	By	Cadicus,	Alcathous	was	slain	;
	Sacrator	laid	Hydaspes	on	the	plain	:
	Orses	the	strong	to	greater	strength	must	yield	:
	He,	with	Parthenius,	were	by	Rapo	kill'd.
	Then	brave	Mcssapus	F.ricetes	slew,
	Who	from	Lycaon's	blood	his	lineage	drew.
	But	from	his	headstrong	horse	his	fate	he	found,
	Who	threw	his	master	as	he	made	a	bound	;
	The	chief,	alighting,	stuck	him	to	the	ground.
	Then	Clonius	hand	in	hand,	on	foot	assails,
	The	Trojan	sinks,	and	Neptune's	son	prevails.
	Agis	the	Lycian,	stepping	forth	with	pride,
	To	single	fight	the	boldest	foe	defy'd	;
	Whom	Tuscan	Valerus	by	force	o'ercame,
	And	notbely'd	his	mighty	father's	fame.
	Salius	to	death	the	great	Antronius	sent,
	But	the	same	fate	the	victor	underwent	;
	Slain	by	Nealces'	hand,	well	skill'd	to	throw
	The	flying	dart,	and	draw	the	far-deceiving	bow.
	Thus	equal	deaths	are	dealt	with	equal	chance;
	By	turns	they	quit	their	ground,	by	turns	advance	:
	Victors,	and	vanquish'd,	in	the	various	field,
	Nor	wholly	overcome,	nor	wholly	yield.
	The	gods	from	Heaven	survey	the	fatal	strife,
	And	rnourn	the	miseries	of	human	life.
	Above	the	rest	two	goddesses	appear
	ConceniM	for	each	:	here	Venus,	Juno	there	:
	Amidst	the	crowd	infernal	Ate	shakes
	Her	scourge	aloft,	and	crest	of	hissing	snakes.
	Once	more	the	proud	Mezentius,	with	disdain,
	Brandish'd	his	spear,	and	rush'd	into	the	plain	:
	Where	towering	in	the	midmost	ranks	he	stood,
	TJke	tall	Orion	stalking	o'er	the	flood	:
	When	with	his	brawny	breast	he	cuts	the	waves,
	His	shoulders	scarce	the	topmost	billow	laves.
	Or	like	a	mountain-ash,	whose	roots	are	spread,
	Deep	fixt	in	earth,	in	clouds	he	hides	his	head.
	The	Trojan	prince	beheld	him	from	afar.
	And	dauntless	.undertook	the	doubtful	war.


VIRGIL'S	JENEIS.	BOOK	X.
	Collected	in	his	strength,	and	like	a	rock,
	Pois'd	on	his	base,	Mczentius	stood	the	shock.
	He	stood,	and,	measuring	first	with	careful	eyes
	The	space	his	spear	could	reach,	aloud	he	cries:
	"	My	strong	right	hand	and	sword,	assist	my
	(Those	only	gods	Mexentius	will	invoke.)	[stroke	;
	His	armour,	from	the	Trojan	pirate	torn,
	By	my	triumphant	Lausus	shall	he	worn."
	He	said',	and	with	his	utmost	force	he	threw
	The	massy	spear,	which,	hissing	as	it	flew,
	Reach'd	the	celestial	shield	that	stopp'd	the	course	;
	But	glancing	thence,	the	yet	unbroken	force
	Took	a	new	bent	obliquely,	and	betwixt
	The	sides	and	bowels	fam'd	Anthores	fix'd.
	Anthores	had	from	Argos	travel	I'd	far,
	Alcides'	friend,	and	brother	of	the	war	:
	Till,	tir'd	with	toils,	fair	Italy	he	chose,
	And	in	Evander's	palace	sought	repose	:
	Kow	falling	by	another	wound,	his	eyes
	He	cast	to	Heaven,	on	Argos	thinks,	and	dies.
	The	pious	Trojan	then	his	javelin	sent;
	The	shield	gave	way	:	through	treble	plates	it	went
	Of	solid	brass,	of	linni	trebly	rolPd,
	And	three	bull-hides,	which	round	the	bucklerroll'd.
	All	these	it	pass'd,	resistless	in	the	course,
	Transpierc'd	his	thigh,	and	spent	its	dying	force.
	The	gaping	wound	gush'd	out	a	crimson	flood	;
	The	Trojan,	glad	with	sight	of	hostile	blood,
	His	falchion	drew,	to	closer	fight	address'd,
	And	with	new	force	his	fainting	foe	oppress'd.
	His	father's	peril	Lausus	view'd	with	grief,
	Hesigh'd,	he	wept,	he	ran	to	his	relief:
	And	here,	heroic	youth,	'tis	here	I	must
	To	thy	immortal	memory	be	just;
	And	sing	an	act	so	noble	and	so	new,
	Posterity	will	scarce	believe	'tis	true.
	Pain'd	with	his	wound,	and	useless	for	the	fight,
	The	father	sought	to	save	himself	by	flight:
	Encumber'd,	slow	he	dragg'd	the	spear	along,
	Which	pierc'd	his	thigh,	and	in	his	buckler	hung.
	The	pious	youth,	resolv'd	on	death,	below
	The	lifted	sword	springs	forth,	to	face	the	foe	;
	Protects	his	parent,	and	prevents	the	blow.
	Shouts	of	applause	ran	ringing	through	the	field,
	To	see	fie	son	the	vanquish'd	father	shield	:
	All	fir'd	with	generous	indignation	strive;
	And,	with	a	storrn	of	darts,	at	distance	drive
	The	Trojan	chief:	who,	held	at	bay	from	far,
	On	his	Vulcanian	orb	sustain'd	the	war.
	As	when	thick	hail	comes	rattling	in	the	wind,
	The	ploughman,	passenger,	and	labouring	hind,
	For	shelter	to	the	neighbouring	covert	fly	;
	Or	hous'd,	or	safe	in	hollow	caverns	lie	;
	But,	that	o'erblown,	when	Heaven	above	them
	Return	to	travel,	and	renew	their	toils	;	[smiles,
	.ffineas,	thus,	o'erwhelm'd	on	every	side,
	The	storm	of	darts,	undaunted',	did	abide	;	[cry'd	:
	And	thus	to	Lausus	loud,	with	friendly	threatening,
	"	Why	wilt	thou	rush	to	certain	death,	and	rage
	In	rash	attempts,	beyond	thy	tender	age,
	Betray	'd	by	pious	love	?"	Nor,	thus	foreborn,
	The	youth	desists,	but	with	insulting	scorn
	Provokes	the	lingering	prince,	whose	patience,
	tir'd,
	Gave	place,	and	all	his	breast	with	fury	fir'd.
	For	now	the	Fates	prc-par'd	their	sharpen'd	sheers;
	And,	lifted	high,	the	flaming	sword	appears,
	Which	full	descending,	with	a	frightful	sway,
	Thro'	shield	and	corslet	1'orc'd	th'	impetuous	way,
	And	buried	deep	in	bis	fair	bosom	lay.
	The	purple	streams	through	the	thin	Armour	strovt
	And	drenc/i'd	th'	embroider'd	coat	his	mother
	wove	;
	And	life	at	length	forsook	his	heaving	heart,
	Loth	from	so	sweet	a	mansio	<	to	depart.
	But	when,	with	blood	and	paleness	all	o'erspread,
	The	pious	p.	ince	beheld	young	Lausiss	dead	;
	He	griev'd.	he	wept,	the	sight	an	image	brought
	Of	his	own	filial	love;	a	sadly	pleasing	thought!
	Then	stretch'd	his	hand	to	hold	him	up,	and	s-a.t),
	"	Poor	halpless	youth	!	what	praises	can	be	paid
	To	love	so	great,	to	such	transcendent	store
	Of	early	worth,	and	sure	presage	of	more	!
	Accept	hate'er	.SSm-as	can	afford	:
	Untouch'd	thy	arms,	untaken	be	thy	sword	!
	And	all	that	pleas'd	th^e	living,	still	remain
	Inviolate,	and	sacred	to	the	slain'	!
	Thy	body	on	thy	parents	I	bestow
	To	rest	thy	soul,	at	least	if	shadows	know,
	Or	have	a	sense,	of	human	things	below.
	There	to	thy	fellow-ghosts	with	glory	tell,
	'	'Twas	by	the	great	./Eneas'	hand	I	fell.'	"
	With	this	his	distant	friends	he	beckons	near,
	Provokes	their	duty,	and	prevents	their	fear	:
	Himself	assists	to	lift	him	from	the	ground,
	With	clotted	locks,	and	blood	that	w^ll'd	from	out
	the	wound.
	Meantime	his	father,	now	no	father,	stood,
	And	wash'd	his	wounds	by	Tiber's	yellow	flood	:
	Opprest	with	anguish,	nanting,	and	o'erspent.
	His	fainting	limbs	against	an	oak	he	leant.
	A	bough	his	brazen	helmet	did	sustain,
	His	heavier	arms	lay	scatter'd	on	the	plain	:
	A	chosen	train	of	youth	around	him-stand.
	His	drooping	head	was	rested	on	his	hand	:
	His	grisly	beard	his	pensive	bosom	sought,
	And	all	on	Laustis	ran	his	restless	thought.
	Careful,	concern'd	his	danger	to	prevent,
	He	much	inquir'd,	and	many	a	message	sent
	To	warn	him	from	the	field	:	alas	!	in	vain	;
	Behold	his	mournful	followers	bear	him	slain	'.
	O'er	his	broad	shield	still	gush'd	the	yawning
	wound,
	And	drew	a	bloody	trail	along	the	ground.
	Far	off	he	heard	their	cries,	far	off	divin'd
	The	dire	event	with	a	foreboding	mind.
	With	dust	he	sprinkled	first	his	hoary	head,
	Then	both	his	lifted	hands	to	Heaven	he	spread	;
	Last	the	dear	corpse	embracing,	thus	he	said	:
	"	What	joys,	alas	!	could	this	frail	being	give.
	That	I	have	been	so	covetous	to	live	?
	To	see	my	son,	an.)	such	a	son,	resign
	His	life,	a	ransom	for	preserving	mine?
	And	am	I	then	preserved,	and	art	thou	lost	?
	How	moon	too	dear	has	that	redemption	cost	!
	'Tis	now	my	bitter	banishment	I	feel	;
	1	his	is	a	wound	too	deep	for	time	to	heal.
	My	guilt	thy	growing	virtues	did	defame,
	My	blackness	blotted	thy	unblemish'd	name.
	Chas'd	from	a	throne,	abandon'd,	and	exil'd,
	For	foul	misdeeds,	were	punishments	too	mild	:
	I	ow'd	my	people	these,	and	from	their	hate
	With	less	resentment	could	have	borne	my	fate.
	And	yet	I	live,	and	yet	sustain	the	sig;ht
	Of	hated	men.	and	of	more	hated	light:
	But	will	not	long."	With	that	he	rais'd	from
	ground
	His	fainting	limbs,	that	stagger'd	with	his	wound.
	Yet	with	a	mind	resolv'd,	and	unappall'd
	With	pains	or	perils,	for	his	courser	call'd	:


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	443
	Around	the	piles	a	careful	troop	attends,
	To	watch	the	wasting	flames,	and	weep	their	burn
	ing	friends.
	Liugering	along	the	shore,	till	dewy	night
	New	decks	the	face	of	Heaven	with	starry	light.
	The	conquer'd	Latians,	with	like	pious	care,
	Piles	without	numher	for	their	dead	prepare	j
	Part,	in	the	places	where	they	fell	are	laid;
	And	part	are	to	the	neighbouring	fields	convey'd.
	The	corpse	of	kings,	and	captains	of	renown,
	Borne	off	in	state,	are	bury'd	in	the	town	:
	The	rest	unhonour'd,	and	without	a	name,
	Are	cast	a	common	heap,	to	feed	the	flame.
	Trojans	and	Latians	vie	with	like	desires
	To	make	the	field	of	battle	shine	with	fires	;
	And	the	promiscuous	blaze	to	Heaven	aspires.
	Now	had	the	morning	thrice	renew'd	the	light,
	And	thrice	dispell'd	the	shadows	of	the	night	;
	When	those	who	round	the	wasted	fires	remain,
	Perform	the	last	sad	office	to	the	slain	:
	They	rake	the	yet	warm	ashes	from	below	;
	These,	and	the	bones	unburn'd,	in	earth	bestow	:
	These	relics	with	their	country-rites	they	grace	;
	And	raise	a	mount	of	turf	to	mark	the	place.
	But,	in	the	palace	of	the	king,	appears
	A	scene	more	solemn,	and	a	pomp	of	tears.
	Maids,	matrons,	widows,	mix	their	common	moans	:
	Orphans	their	sires,	and	sires	lament	their	sons.
	All	in	that	universal	sorrow	share,
	And	curse	the	cause	of	this	unhappy	war.
	A	broken	league,	a	bride	unjustly	sought,
	A	crown	usurp'd,	which	with	their	blood	is	brought	!
	These	are	the	crimes,	with	which	they	load	the
	Of	Turnus,	and	on	him	alone	exclaim.	[name
	"	Let	him,	who	lords	it	o'er	th'	Ausonian	land,
	Engage	the	Trojan	hero	hand	to	hand	:
	His	is	the	gain,	our	lot	is	but	to	serve	:
	"Pis	just,	the	sway	he	seeks,	he	should	deserve."
	This	Drances	aggravates	;	and	adds,	with	spite,
	His	foe	expects,	and	dares	him	to	the	fight.
	Nor	Turnus	wants	a	party,	to	support
	His	cause	and	credit,	in	the	Latian	court.
	His	former	acts	secure	his	present	fame	;
	And	the	queen	shades	him	with	her	mighty	name.
	While	thus	their	factious	minds	with	fury	burn;
	The	legates	from	th'	JEio\\an	prince	return	:
	Sad	news	they	bring,	that,	after	all	the	cost,
	And	care	employ'd,	their	embassy	is	lost	:
	That	Diomede	refus'd	his	aid	in	war	;
	Unmov'd	with	presents,	and	as	deaf	to	prayer.
	Some	new	alliance	must	elsewhere	be	sought	;
	Or	peace	with	Troy	on	hard	conditions	bought.
	Latinus,	sunk	in	sorrow,	finds	too	late
	A	foreign	son	is	pointed	out	by	fate	:
	And	still	/Eneas	shall	Lavinia	wed,
	The	wrath	of	Heaven	is	hovering	o'er	his	head.
	The	gods,	he	saw,	espous'd	the	juster	side,
	When	late	their	titles	in	the	field	were	try'd	:
	Witness	the	fresh	laments,	aad	funeral	tears	un-
	dry'd.
	Thus,	full	of	anxious	thought,	he	summons	all
	The	Latian	senate	to	the	council	-hall	:
	The	princes	come,	commanded	by	their	head,
	And	crowd	the	paths	that	to	the	palace	lead.
	Supreme	in	power,	and	reverenc'd	for	his	years,
	He	takes	the	throne,	and	in	the	midst	appears	:
	Majestically	sad,	he	sits	in	state,
	And	bids	his	envoys	their	success	relate.
	When	Venultis	began,	the	murmuring	sound
	Was	hush'd,	and	sacred	silence	reigu'd	around.
	"	We	have,"	said	he,	"	perform'd	your	high	com-
	And	pass'd	with	peril	a	long	tract	of	land	:	[mand:
	We	reach'd	the	place	desir'd,	with	wonder	iill'd,
	The	Grecian	tents	and	rising	towers	beheld.
	Great	Diomede	has	compass'd	round	with	walls
	The	city	which	Argyripa	he	calls;
	From	his	own	Argos	nam'd	:	we	touch'd,	with	joy,
	The	royal	hand	that	ras'd	unhappy	Troy.
	When	introduc'd,	our	presents	first	we	bring,
	Then	crave	an	instant	audience	from	the	king:
	His	leave	obtain'd,	our	native	soil	we	name;
	And	tell	th'	important	cause	for	which	we	came.
	Attentively	he	heard	us,	while	we	spoke;
	Then,	with	soft	accents,	and	a	pleasing	look,
	Made	this	return	:	'	Ausonian	race,	of	old
	Renown'd	for	peace,	and	for	an	age	of	gold,
	What	madness	has	your	alter'd	minds	possess'd,
	To	change	for	war	hereditary	r>	st	?
	Solicit	arms	unknown,	and	tempt	the	sword
	(A	needless	ill	your	ancestors	abhorr'd).
	We	(for	myself	I	speak,	and	all	the	name
	Of	Grecians,	who	to	Troy's	destruction	came)
	Omitting	those	who	were	in	battfe	slain,
	Or	borne	by	rolling	Simois	to	the	main	:
	Not	one	butsuflvr'd,	and	too	dearly	bought
	The	prize	of	honour	which	in	arms	he	sought,
	Somedoom'd	to	death,	and	some	in	exile	driven,
	Out-casts,	abandon'd	by	the	care	of	Heaven:
	So	worn,	so	wretched,	so	despis'd	a	crew,
	As	ev'n	old	Priam	might	with	pity	view.
	Witness	the	vessels	by	Minerva	tost
	In	storms,	the	vengeful	Capharaean	coast	;
	Th'	Eubaean	rocks	;	the	prince,	whose	brother	led
	Our	armies	to	revenge	his	injur'd	bed,
	In	Egypt	lost	;	Ulysses,	with	his	men,
	Have	seen	Charybdis,	and	the	Cyclops'	den	:
	Why	should	I	name	Idomeneus,	in	vain,
	Restor'd	to	sceptres,	and	expell'd	again?
	Or	young	Achilles,	by	his	rival	slain	?
	Fv'n	he,	the	king	of	men,	the	foremost	name
	Of	all	the	Greeks,	and	most	renown'd	by	fame,
	The	proud	revenger	of	another's	wife,
	Yet	by	his	own	adulteress	lost	his	life	:
	Fell	at	his	threshold,	and	the	spoils	of	Troy
	The	foul	polluters	of	his	bed	enjoy.
	The	gods	have	envy'd	me	the	sweets	of	life,
	My	much-lov'd	country,	and	my	more	lov'd	wifej
	Banish'd	from	both,	I	mourn	;	while	in	the	sky,
	Transform'd	to	birds,	my	lost	companions	fly	:
	Hovering	about	the	coasts	they	make	their	moan	;
	And	cuff"	the	cliffs	with	pinions	not	their	own.
	What	squalid	spectres,	in	the	dead	of	night,
	Break	my	short	sleep,	and	skim	before	my	sight	!
	I	might	have	promis'd	to	myself	those	harms,
	Mad	as	I	was,	when	I	with	mortal	arms
	Presum'd	against	immortal	powers	to	move,
	And	violate	with	wounds	the	queen	of	love.
	Such	arms	this	hand	shall	never	more	employ;
	Vo	hate	remains	with	me	to	ruin'd	Troy.
	[	war	not	with	its	dust;	nor	am	I	glad
	To	think	of	past	events,	or	good	or	bad.
	Your	presents	I	return	:	whate'er	you	bring
	To	buy	my	friendship,	send	the	Trojan	king.
	We	met	in	fight,	I	know	him	to	my	cost;
	AVith	what	a	whirling	force	his	lance	he	toss'd	:
	fleaven	!	what	a	spring	was	in	his	aim,	to	throw	!
	How	high	he	held	his	shield,	and	rose	at	every
	blow	!
	lad	Troy	produc'd	two	more,	his	match	in	might,
	They	would	have	chang'd	the	fortune	of	the	fight	: