Forth rush the winds, and scour the land:
Then lighting heavily on the main,

East, South, and West with storms in train,
Heave from its depth the watery floor,
And roll great billows to the shore.
Then come the clamor and the shriek,
The sailors shout, the main-ropes creak;
All in a moment sun and skies

Are blotted from the Trojan's eyes:
Black night is brooding o'er the deep,
Sharp thunder peals, live lightnings leap:
The stoutest warrior holds his breath,
And looks as on the face of death.

[Neptune, the Ocean God, Rebukes the Winds and Stills the Tempest.]-(DRYDEN.)

Fierce Boreas drove against his flying sails,
And rent the sheets; the raging billows rise,
And mount the tossing vessel to the skies;
Nor can the shivering oars sustain the blow;
The galley gives her side, and turns her prow;
While those astern, descending down the steep,
Through gaping waves behold the boiling deep.
Three ships were hurried by the southern blast,
And on the secret shelves with fury cast.
Those hidden rocks the Ausonian sailors knew,
They called them altars, when they rose in view,
And showed their spacious backs above the flood.
Three more, fierce Eurus in his angry mood,
Dashed on the shallows of the moving sand,
And in mid-ocean left them moored-aland.
Oronte's barque, that bore the Lycian crew,
(A horrid sight), even in the hero's view,
From stem to stern by waves was overborne;

The trembling pilot, from his rudder torn,

Was headlong hurled, thrice round the ship was tossed,
Then bulged at once, and in the deep was lost.

And here and there above the waves were seen
Arms, pictures, precious goods, and floating men.
The stoutest vessel to the storm gave way,

And sucked through loosened planks the rushing sea.

Meantime, imperial Neptune heard the sound Of raging billows breaking on the ground; Displeased, and fearing for his watery reign, He reared his awful head above the main; Serene in majesty, then rolled his eyes Around the space of earth, and seas, and skies. He saw the Trojan fleet dispersed, distressed, By stormy winds and wintry heaven oppressed. Full well the god his sister's envy knew, And what her aims and what her arts pursue. He summoned Eurus and the western blast, And first an angry glance on both he cast, Then thus rebuked: "Audacious winds; from whence This bold attempt, this rebel insolence?

Is it for you to ravage seas and land

Unauthorized by my supreme command?

To raise such mountains on the troubled main?
Whom I-but first 'tis fit the billows to restrain,

And then you shall be taught obedience to my reign.

Hence, to your lord my royal mandate bear,

The realms of ocean and the fields of air

Are mine, not his; by fatal lot to me

The liquid empire fell, and trident of the sea.
His power to hollow caverns is confined,
There let him reign, the jailer of the wind;

With hoarse commands his breathing subjects call,

And boast and bluster in his empty hall."

He spoke; and while he spoke he smoothed the sea,

Dispelled the darkness and restored the day.
Cymothoe, Triton, and the sea-green train
Of beauteous nymphs, the daughters of the main,
Clear from the rocks the vessels with their hands.
The god himself, with ready trident stands,
And opes the deep and spreads the moving sands,
Then heaves them off the shoals. Where'er he guides
His finny courses, and in triumph rides,

The waves unruffle and the sea subsides.

[The Remnant of the Fleet Reaches the Libyan Coast.]-(CRANCH.)

The weary Trojans aim to reach the shores
That nearest lie, and turn to the Libyan coasts.
Within a deep recess there is a place

Where with its jutting sides an island forms
A port, by which the rolling ocean waves
Are broken, and divide in lesser curves.
On either side vast rocks and twin-like cliffs
Threaten the sky; beneath whose towering tops
The sea lies safe and tranquil all around.
Above, a wall with trembling foliage stands,
O'ershadowed by a dark and gloomy grove;
And underneath the opposing front, a cave
Amid the hanging cliffs is seen. Within
Are pleasant springs, and seats of natural rock,
A dwelling for the nymphs/ No cable here,
Nor any anchor holds with crooked fluke
The weary ships. Hither Æneas brings
Seven of the ships collected from his fleet.
And here, with a great longing for the land,
The Trojans disembark, and gain the beach
Desired; and drenched and dripping with the brine,
• They stretch their weary limbs upon the shore.

[Venus Pleads with Jove to Protect Eneas.]-(CONINGTON.)

And now an end had come, when Jove
His broad view casting from above,
The countries and their people scanned,
The sail-fledged sea, the lowly land,
Last on the summit of the sky
Paused, and on Libya fixed his eye.
'Twas then sad Venus, as he mused,
Her starry eyes with tears suffused,

Bespoke him: "Thou whose lightnings awe,
Whose will on heaven and earth is law,
What has Æneas done, or how

Could my poor Trojans cloud thy brow,
To suffer as they suffer now? * * *
Once didst thou promise with an oath
The Romans hence should have their growth,
Great chiefs, from Teucer's line renewed,

The masters of a world subdued:

Fate heard the pledge: what power has wrought
To turn the channel of thy thought? * * *

But now the self-same fortune hounds

The lorn survivors yet:

And hast thou, mighty King, no bounds

To that their misery set?"

[Jove Promises Great Glory for Æneas and His Son Ascanius.]-(DRYDEN.)

To whom the father of immortal race,

Smiling with that serene, indulgent face

With which he drives the clouds and clears the skies,

First gave a holy kiss; then thus replies:

*

"Daughter, dismiss thy fears; * * No councils have reversed my firm decree.