Then round th' Italian coast your navy steer, Arriv'd at Cume, when you view the food
And, after this, to Circe's island veer.

Of black Avernus, and the sounding wood,
And last, before your new foundations rise, The mad prophetic Sibyl you shall find,
Must pass the Stygian lake, and view the nether Dark in a cave, and on a rock reclin'd.

She sings the fates, and in her frantic fits,
Now mark the signs of future ease and rest, The notes and names inscrib'd, to leaves commits.
And bear them safely treasur'd in thy breast. What she commits to leaves, in order laid,
When in the shady shelter of a wood,

Before the cavern's entrance are display'd :
And near the margin of a gentle flood,

Unmov'd they lie: but if a blast of wind Thou shalt behold a sow upon the ground,

Without, or vapours issue from behind,
With thirty sucking young encompass'd round; The leaves are borne aloft in liquid air,
The dam and offspring white as falling snow :

And she resumes no more her museful care :
These on thy city shall their name bestow, Nor gathers from the rocks her scatter'd verse :
And there shall end thy labour and thy woe. Nor sets in order what the winds disperse.
Nor let the threaten'd famine fright thy mind, Thus, many not succeeding, most upbraid
For Phæbus will assist, and fate the way will find. The madness of the visionary maid ;
Let not thy course to that ill coast be bent, And, with loud curses, leave the mystic shade:
Which fronts from far th' Epirian continent;

** Think it not loss of time awhile to stay:
Those parts are all by Grecian foes possessid : Though thy companions chide thy long delay,
The savage Locrians here the shores infest. Though summond to the seas, though pleasing
There fierce Idomeneus his city builds,

And guards, with arms, the Balentinian fields. Invite thy course, and stretch thy swelling sails,
And on the mountain's brow Petilia stands, But beg the sacred priestess to relate
Which Philoctetes with his troops commands. With swelling words, and not to write thy fate.
Ev'n when thy fleet is landed on the shore,

The fierce Italian people she will show;
And priests with holy vows the gods adore;

And all thy wars and all thy future woe; (dergo. Then with a purple veil involve your eyes; And what thou may'st avoid, and what must unLest hostile faces blast the sacrifice.

She shall direct thy course ; instruct thy mind;
These rites and customs to the rest commend, And teach thee how the happy shores to find.
That to your pious race they may descend.

This is what Heaven allows me to relate:
" • When parted bence, the wind that ready Now part in peace; pursue thy better fate,
For Sicily, shall bear you to the straits: [waits And raise, by strength of arms, the Trojan state.'
Where proud Pelorus opes a wider way,

“This when the priest with friendly voice declar'd,
Tack to the larboard, and stand off to sea : He gave me licence, and rich gifts prepard :
Veer starboard sea and land. Th' Italian shore, Bounteous of treasure, he supply'd my want
And fair Sicilia's coast were one, before

With heavy gold, and polish'd elephant.
An earthquake caus'd the flaw, the roaring tides Then Dodonæan caldrons put on board,
The passage broke, and land from land divides : And every ship with suins of silver stor'd.
And where the lands retir'd, the rushing ocean A trusty coat of mail to me he sent,

Thrice chain'd with gold, for use and ornament:
Distinguish'd by the straits, on either hand, The helm of Pyrrhus added to the rest,
Now rising cities in long order stand,

Then flourish'd with a plume and waving crest.
And fruitful fields (so much can time invade Nor was my sire forgotten, nor my friends :
The mouldering work that beauteous Nature made). | And large recruits he to my nary sends ;
Far on the right, her dogs foul Scylla hides : Men, horses, captains, arms, and warlike stores :
Charybdis roaring on the left presides ;

Supplies new pilots, and new sweeping oars.
And in her greedy whirlpool sucks the tides: Meantime my sire commands to hoist our sails :
Then spouts them from below; with fury driven, Lest we should lose the first auspicious gales.
The waves mount up, and wash the face of The prophet blest the parting crew: and last,

With words like these, his ancient friend embrac'd :
But Scylla from her den, with open jaws, ‘Old happy man, the care of gods above,
The sinking vessel in her eddy draws;

Whom breavenly Venus honour'd with her love,
Then clashes on the rocks : a human face,

And twice preserv'd thy life when Troy was lost, And virgin-bosom, hides her tail's disgrace.

Behold from far the wish'd Ausonian coast : Her parts obscene below the waves descend, There land; but take a larger compass round; With dogs enclos'd, and in a dolphin end.

For that before is all forbidden ground. 'Tis safer, then, to bear aloof to sea,

The shore that Phoebus has design'd for you, And coast Pachynus, though with more delay; At farther distance lies, conceal'd from view. Than once to view mishapen Scylla near,

Gu happy hence, and seek your new abodes; And the lond yell of watery wolves to hear. Bless'd in a son, and favour'd by the gods : “ ' Besides, if faith to Helenus be due,

For ( with useless words prolong your stay, And if prophetic Phæbus tell me true,

When southern gales have summon'd you away.' Do not this precept of rour friend forget :

“Nor less the queen our parting thence deplor'd, Which therefore more than once I must repeat. Nor was less bounteous than her Trojan lord. Above the rest great Juno's name adore :

A noble present to my son she brought, Pay vows to Juno ; Juno's aid implore.

A robe with flowers on golden tissue wrought;
Let gifts be to the mighty queen design'd;

A Phrygian vest ; and loads, with gifts beside
And mollify with prayers her haughty mind, Of precious texture, and of Asian pride.
Thus, at the length, your passage shall be free, Accept,' she said, ' these monuments of love ;
And you shall safe descend on Italy.

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Regard these trifles for the giver's sake;

We furl our sails, and turn the prows to shore ; 'Tis the last present Hector's wife can make. The curling waters round the galleys rear ; Thou call'st my lost Astyanax to mind :

The land lies open to the raging east, In thee his features and his form I find.

Then, bending like a bow, with rocks comprest, His eyes so sparkled with a lively flame;

Shuts out the storms; the winds and waves comSuch were his motions, such was all his frame; And vent their malice on the cliffs in vain. (plain, And, ah! had Heaven so pleas'd, his years had The port lies hid within ; on either side been the same.'

T'wo towering rocks the narrow mouth divide. “With tears I took my last adieu, and said, The temple, which aloft we view'd before, • Your fortune, happy fair, already made, To distance Aies, and seems to shun the shore. Leaves you no farther wish : my different state, Scarce landed, the first omens I beheld [field, Avoiding one, incurs another fate.

Were four white steeds that cropp'd the flowery To you a quiet seat the gods allow,

"War, war is threaten'd from this foreign ground,' You have no shores to search, no seas to plough, (My father cry'd) where warlike steeds are found. Nor fields of Aying Italy to chase :

Yet, since reclajın'd to chariots they submit, (Deluding visions, and a vain embrace !)

And bend to stubborn yokes, and champ the bit, You see another Simois, and enjoy

Peace may succeed to war.' Our way we bend The labour of your hands, anotber Troy ;

To Pallas, and the sacred hills ascend. With better auspice than her ancient towers, There prostrate to the fierce virago pray ; And less obnoxious to the Grecian powers.

Whose temple was the land-mark of our way. If e'er the gods, whom I with vows adore,

Fach with a Phrygian mantle veil'd his head; Conduct my steps to Tiber's happy shore: And all commands of Helenus obey'd ; If ever I ascend the Latian throne:

And pious rites to Grecian Juno paid. (stand And build a city I may call my own,

These dues perform’d, we stretch our sails, and As both of us onr birth from Troy derive,

To sea, forsaking that suspected land. So let our kindred lives in concord live;

From hence Tarentum's bay appears in view; And both in acts of equal friendship strive. For Hercules renown'd, if fame be true. Our fortunes, good or bad, shall be the same, Just opposite, Lacinian Juno stands : The double Troy shall differ but in name : Caulonian towers, and Scylacæan strands That what we now begin, may never end ; For shipwrecks feard : Mount Ætna thence we spy, But long, to late posterity descend.'

Known by the smoky flames which cloud the sky. “ Near the Ceraunian rocks our course we bore Far off we hear the waves with surly sound (The shortest passage to th' Italian shore). Invade the rocks, the rocks their groans rebound. Now had the Sun withdrawn his radiant light, The billows break upon the sounding strand; And hills were hid in dusky shades of night, And roll the rising tide, impare with sand. We land : and, on the bosom of the ground, Then thus Anchises, in experience old, A safe retreat and a bare lodging found;

"'Tis that Charybdis which the seer foretold : Close by the shore we lay; the sailors keep And those the promis'd rocks; bear off to sea :' Their watches, and the rest securely sleep. With haste the frighted mariners obey. The night, proceeding on with silent pace,

First Palinurus to the larboard veer'd; Stood in her noon, and view'd with equal face Then all the fleet by his example steerd. Her steepy rise, and her declining race.

To Heaven aloft on rigid waves we ride; Then wakeful Palinurus rose, to spy

Then down to Hell descend, when they divide. The face of Heaven, and the nocturnal sky; And thrice our gallies knock'd the stony ground, And listen'd every breath of air to try ;

And thrice the hollow rocks returo'd the sound, Observes the stars, and notes their sliding And thrice we saw the stars, that stood with dews course,

The Pleiads, Hyads, and their watery force; The flagging winds forsook us with the Sun ;
And both the Bears is careful to behold;

And, weary'd, on Cyclopean shores we run.
And bright Orion arm'd with burnish'd gold. The port capacious, and secure from wind,
Then, when he saw no threatening tempest nigh, Is to the foot of thundring Ætna join'd.
But a sure promise of a settled sky;

By turns a pitchy cloud she rolls on high;
He gave the sign to weigh : we break our sleep; By turns hot embers from her entrails fly ;
Forsake the pleasing shore, and plough the deep. And flakes of mountain flames, that lick the sky.
And now the rising morn, with rosy light, Oft from her bowels massy rocks are thrown,
Adorns the skies, and puts the stars to fight : And shiver'd by the force come piece-meal down.
When we from far, like bluish mists, descry Oft liquid lakes of burning sulphur flow,
The hills, and then the plains of Italy.

Fed from the fiery springs that burn below. Achates first pronounc'd the joyful sound; Enceladus, they say, transfix'd by Jove, Then Italy the cheerful crew rebound;

With blasted limbs came trembling from above : My sire Anchises crown'd a cup with wine, And when he fell, th’avenging father drew And offering, thus implor'd the powers divine : This flaming hill, and on his body threw : “Ye gods, presiding over lands and seas,

As often as he turns his weary sides, [hides. And you who raging winds and waves appease, He shakes the solid isle, and smoke the Heavens Breathe on our swelling sails a prosperous wind, In shady woods we pass the tedious night, And smooth our passage to the port assign'd. Where bellowing sounds and groans our souls The gentle gales their flagging force renew;

affright; And now the happy harbour is in view.

Of wbich no cause is offered to the sight. Minerva's temple then salutes our sight;

For not one star was kindled in the sky; Plac'd as a landmark, on the mountain's height; Nor could the Moon her borrow'd light supply :

For misty clouds involv'd the firmament; Beneath his frowning forehead lay his eye
The stars were mufflled, and the Moon was pent. (For only one did the vast frame supply);
Scarce had the rising Sun the day reveal'd; But that a globe so large, his front it Glid,
Scarce had his heat the pearly-dews dispellid ; Like the Sun's disk, or like a Grecian shield.
When from the woods there bolts, before our sight, The stroke succeeds; aud down the pupil bends ;
Somewhat betwixt a mortal and a sprite.

This vengeance follow'd for our slaughter'd friends. So thin, so ghastly meagre, and so wan,

But haste, unhappy wretches, haste to fly; So bare of Aesh, he scarce resembled man. Your cables cut, and on your oars rely, This thing, all tatter'd, seem'd from far t'implore Such and so vast as Polypheme appears, Our pious aid, and pointed to the shore.

A hundred more this hated island bears : We look behind; then view his shaggy beard ; Like him, in caves they shut their woolly sheep ; His clothes were tagg'd with thorns, and filth bis Like him, their herds on tops of mountains keep: limbs besmeard ;

Like him, with mighty strides, they stalk froin The rest, in mien, in habit, and in face,

steep to steep. Appear'd a Greek, and such indeed he was.' And now three moons their sharpen'd horns renew, He cast ou us, from far, a frightful view,

Since thus in woods and wilds, obscure from view, Whom soon for Trojans and for foes he knew : I drag my loathsome days with mortal fright; Stood still, and pausd; thence all at once began And, in deserted caverns, lodge by night, To stretch bis limbs, and trembled as he ran. Oft from the rocks a dreadful prospect see Soon as approach'd, upon his knees he falls, Of the huge Cyclops, like a walking tree : And thus, with tears and sighs, for pity calls : From far I hear his thundering voice resound; . Now by the powers above and what we share And trampling feet that shake the solid ground, From Nature's common gift, this vital air, Cornels, and savage berries of the wood, O Trojans, take me hence; I beg no more, And roots, and herbs, have been my meagre food, But bear me far from this unhappy shore !

"• While all around my longing eyes are cast, 'Tis true, I am a Greek, and farther own,

I saw your happy ships appear at last : Among your foes besieg'd th' imperial town; On those I fix'd my hopes, to these I run, For such dernerits if my death be due,

'Tis all I ask, this cruel race to shun : No more for this abandon'd life I sue :

What other death you please yourselves, bestow,' This only favour let my tears obtain,

Scarce had he said, when, on the mountain's brow, To throw me headlong in the rapid main :

We saw the giant-shepherd stalk before Since nothing more than death my crime demands: His following flock, and leading to the shore, I die content, to die by human hands.'

A monstrous bolk, deforin'd, depriv'd of sight, He said, and on his knees my knees embrac'd: His staff a trunk of pine to guide his steps arighte I bade him boldly tell his fortune past;

His ponderous whistle from his neck descends; His present state, his lineage, and his name; His woolly care their pensive lord attends : Th' occasion of bis fears, and whence he came. This only solace his hard fortune sends. The good Anchises rais'd him with his hand ; Soon as he reach'd the shore, and touch'd the waves, Who, thus encourag'd, answer'd our demand : From his bor'd eye the guttering blood he laves : From Ithaca my native soil I came

He gnash'd his teeth and groan'd; through seas he To Troy, and Achæmenides my name.

strides, Me, my poor father with Ulysses sent ;

and scarce the topmast billows touch his sides. (Oh had I stay'd with poverty content !)

“ Seiz'd with a sudden fear, we run to sea, But, fearful for themselves, my countrymen The cables cut, and silent baste away: Left me forsaken in the Cyclops' den.

The well-deserving stranger entertain; (main. The cave, though large, was dark; the dismal Then, buckling to the work, our oars divide the fioor

The giant hearken'd to the dasbing sound : Was pav d with mangled limbs and patrid gore. But when our vessels out of reach he found, Our monstrous host, of more than buman size, He strided onward; and in vain essay'd Erects his head, and stares within the skies, 'Th' länian deep, and durst no farther wade. Beilowing his voice, and horrid is his hue.

With that he roar'd aloud : the dreadful cry
Ye gods, remove this plague from mortal view! Shakes earth, and air, and seas; the billows fly,
The joints of slaughter'd wretches are his food : Before the bellowing noise, to distant Italy.
And for bis wine he quaffs the streaming blood. The neighbouring Ætna trembling all around :
These eyes beheld, when with his spacious hand The winding caveros echo to the sound.
He seiz'd two captives of our Grecian band; His brother Cyclops hear the yelling roar:
Stretch'd on his back, be dash'd against the stones And, rushing down the mountains, crowd the shore.
Their broken bodies, and their crackling bones : We saw their stern distorted looks from far,
With spouting blood the purple pavement swims, And one-ey'd glance, that vainly threaten'd war,
Wbile the dirt glutton grinds the trembling limbs. A dreadful council with their heads on high ;
Not unreveng'd, Ulysses bore their fate

The misty clouds about their foreheads fy:
Nor thoughtless of his own unhappy state ; Not yielding to the towering tree of Jove,
For, gorg'd with flesh, and drunk with human wine, Or tallest cypress of Diana's grove.
While fast asleep the giant lay supine :

New pangs of mortal fear our minds assail, Snoring aloud, and belching from his mave We tug at every oar, and hoist up every sail;. His indigested foam, and morsels raw :

And take th’advantage of the friendly gale.
We pray, we cast the lots, and then surround Forewarn’d by Helenus we strive to shun

The monstrous body, stretch'd along the ground: Charybdis' gulph, nor dare to Scylla run.
Each, as he could approach him, lends a hand An equal fate on either side appears ;
To bore his eyeball with a flaming brand ; We, tacking to the left, are free from fears:

For from Pelorus' point, the north arose, The hero's valour, acts, and birth, inspire
And drove us back where swift Pantagias flows. Her sout with love, and fan the secret fire.
His rocky mouth we pass, and make our way His words, his looks imprinted in her heart,
By Thapsus, and Megara's winding bay;

Improve the passion, and increase the smart,
This passage Achæmenides had shown,

Now when the purple morn had chas'd away Tracing the course wbich he before had run. The dewy shadows, and restor’d the day, Right o'er against Plemmyrium's watery strand Her sister first with early care she sought, There lies an isle, once call'd th’ Ortygian land : And thus, in mournful accents, eas'd her thought: Alpheus, as old fame reports, has found

My dearest Anna, what new dreams affright Froin Greece a secret passage under ground: My labouring soul, what visions of the night By love to beauteous Arethusa led, [bed. Disturb my quiet, and distract my breast And mingling here, they roll in the same sacred With strange ideas of our Trojan guest ? As Helenus enjoin'd, we next adore

His worth, his actions, and majestic air,
Diana's name, protectress of the shore.

A man descended from the gods declare.
With prosperous gales we pass the quiet sounds Fear ever argues a degenerate kind,
Of still Elorus, and his fruitful bounds.

His birth is well asserted by his mind.
Then doubling Cape Pachynus, we survey

Then what he suffer'd, when by fate betray'd, The rocky shore extended to the sea.

What brave attempts for falling Troy he made ! The town of Camarine from far we see ;

Such were his looks, so gracefully he spoke, And fenny lake undrain'd, by fate's decree, That, were I not resolv'd against the yoke In sight of the Geloan fields we pass,

Of hapless marriage, never to be curs d And the large walls, where mighty Gela was : With second love, so fatal was my first, Then Agragas with lofty summits crown'd: To this one errour I might yield again : Long for the race of warlike steeds renown'd; Por since Sichæus was untimely slain, We pass Selinus, and the palmy land,

This only man is able to subvert And widely shun the Lilybean strand,

The fix'd foundations of my stubborn heart. Unsafe, for secret rocks, and moving sand. And, to confess my frailty, to my shame, At length on shore the weary fleet arriv'd : Somewhat I find within, if not the same, Which Drepanum's unhappy port receiv’d. Too like the sparkles of my former flame. Here, after endless labours, often tost

But first, let yawning Earth a passage rend, By raging storms, and driven on every coast, And let me through the dark abyss descend : My dear, dear father, spent with age, I lost : First let avenging Jove, with flames from high, Ease of my cares and solace of my pain,

Drive down this body to the nether sky, Sav'd through a thousand toils, but sav'd in vain. Condemn'd with ghosts in endless night to lie, The prophet, who my future woes reveald, Before I break the plighted faith I gave: Yet this, the greatest and the worst, conceal'd, No; he who had my vows, shall ever have: And dire Celæno, whose foreboding skill

For whom I lov'd on Earth, I worship in the Denounc'd all else, was silent of this ill:

grave." This my last labour was. Some friendly god

She said: the tears ran gushing from her eyes, From thence convey'd us to your blest abode." And stopp'd her speech. Her sister thus replies :

Thus, to the listening queen, the royal guest “ O dearer than the vital air I breathe,
His wandering course, and all his toils express'd, Will you to grief your blooming years bequeath?
And here concluding, he retir'd to rest.

Condemn'd to waste in woes your lonely life,
Without the joys of mother or of wife?

Think you these tears, this pompous trajn of woe,

Are known or valued by the ghost below ?

I grant, that while your sorrows yet were green,

It well became a woman and a queen
The vows of Tyrian princes to neglect,

To scorn lärbas, and his love reject;

With all the Libyan lords of mighty name;
Dido discovers to her sister her passion for Æneas, But will you fight against a pleasing flame?

and her thoughts of marrying him: she perpares This little spot of land, which Heaven bestows,
a hunting-match for his entertainment. Juno, On every side is hemm'd with warlike foes :
by Venus's consent, raises a storm, which sepa- Getulian cities here are spread around;
rates the hunters, and drives Æneas and Dido And fierce Numidians there your frontiers bound;
into the same cave, where their marriage is Here lies a barren waste of thirsty land,
supposed to be completed. Jupiter dispatches And there the Syrtes raise the moving sand:
Mercury to Æneas, to warn him from Carthage: Barcæan troops besiege the narrow shore,
Æneas secretly prepares for his voyage: Dido And from the sea Pygmalion threatens more.
finds out his design; and, to put a stop to it, Propitious Heaven, and gracious Juno led
makes use of her own and her sister's entrea- This wandering navy to your needful aid ;
ties, and discovers all the variety of passions that How will your empire spread, your city rise
are incident to a neglected lover: when nothing from such an union, and with such allies !
would prevail upon bim, she contrives her own Implore the favour of the powers above,
death, with which this book concludes.

And leave the conduct of the rest to love.
Continue still your hospitable way,

And still invent occasions of their stay ;
But anxious cares already seiz'd the queen :

Till storms and winter winds shall cease to threat, She fed within her veins a fame unseen :

And planks and oars repair their shatter'd feet.”

These words, which from a friend and sister came, But shall celestial discord nerer cease!
With ease resolv'd the scruples of her fame,

'Tis better ended in a lasting peace. And added fury to the kindled flame.

You stand possessid of all your soul desir'd; Inspir'd with hope, the project they pursue; Poor Dido, with consuming love, is fir'd: On every altar sacrifice renew :

Your Trojan with my Tyrian let us join, A chosen ewe of two-years old they pay

So Dido shall be yours, Æneas mine: To Ceres, Bacchus, and the god of day :

One common kingdom, one united line. Preferring Juno's power : for Juno ties

Eliza shall a Dardan lord obey, The nuptial knot, and makes the marriage-joys.

And lofty Carthage for a dower convey." The beauteous queen before her altar stands, Then Venus, who her hidden fraud descry'd, And holds the golden goblet in her hands.

(Which would the sceptre of the world misguide A milk-white heifer she with flowers adorns, To Libyan shores), thus artfully reply'd: And pours the ruddy wine betwixt her horns ; “ Who but a fool would wars with Juno choose, And while the priests with prayer the gods invoke, And such alliance and such gifts refuse? She feeds their altars with Sabæan sinoke.

If Fortune with our joint desires comply: With hourly care the sacrifice renews,

The doubt is all from Jove, and Destiny: And anxiously the panting entrails views.

Lest he forbid with absolute command, What priestly rites, alas! what pious art, To mix the people in one common land. What vows avail to cure a bleeding beart! Or will the Trojan and the Tyrian line, A gentle fire she feeds within her veins,

in lasting leagues and sure succession join? Where the soft god secure in silence reigns. But you, the partner of his bed and throne,

Sick with desire, and seeking him she loves, May move his mind; my wishes are your own." From street to street the raving Dido roves.

Mine," said imperial Juno, “ be the care ; So when the watchful shepherd from the blind, Time urges now to perfect this affair: Wounds with a random shaft the careless hind, Attend my counsel, and the secret share. Distracted with her pain she flies the woods, When next the Sun his rising light displays, Bounds o'er the lawn, and seeks the silent floods; And gilds the world below with purple rays; With fruitless care : for still the fatal dart

The queen, Æneas, and the Tyrian court, Sticks in her side, and rankles in her heart.

Shall to the shady woods, for sylvan game, re. And now she leads the Trojan chief along

sort. The lofty walls, amidst the busy throng ;

There, while the huntsmen pitch their toils Displays her Tyrian wealth and rising town,

around, Which love, without his labour, makes his own. And cheerful horns, from side to side, resound, This pomp she shows to tempt her wandering A pitchy cloud shall cover all the plain guest ;

With hail and thunder, and teinpestuous rain : Her faltering tongue forbids to speak the rest. The fearful train shall take their speedy flight, When day declines, and feasts renew the night, Dispers’d, and all involv'd in gloomy night: Still on his face she feeds her famish'd sight: One cave a grateful shelter shall afford She longs again to hear the prince relate

To the fair princess and the Trojan lord. His own adventures, and the Trojan fate:

I will myself the bridal bed prepare, He tells it o'er and v'er: but still in vain; If you, to bless the nuptials, will be there: For still she begs to hear it once again.

So shall their loves be crown'd with due delights, The hearer on the speaker's mouth depends; And Hymen shall be present at the rites.” And thus the tragic story never ends.

The queen of love consents, and closely smiles Thus, when they part, when Phæbe's paler At her vain project, and discover'd wiles. light

The rosy morn was risen from the main, Withdraws, and falling stars to sleep invite, And horns and hounds awake the princely train : She last remains, when every guest is gone, They issue early through the city-gate, Sits on the bed he press'd, and sighs alone; Where the more wakeful huntsmea ready wait, Absent, her absent hiero sees and bears,

With nets, and toils, and darts, beside the force Or in her bosom young Ascanius bears:

Of Spartan dogs, and swift Massyliau horse. And seeks the father's image in the child,

The Tyrian peers and off cers of state
If love by likeness might be so beguild.

For the slow queen in anti-chambers wait:
Meantime the rising towers are at a stand: Her lofty courser in the court below
No labours exercise the youthful band :

(Who his majestic rider seems to know), Nor use of arts nor toils of arms they know; Proud of his purple trappings, paws the ground, The mole is left unfinish'd to the foe.

And champs the golden bit, and spreads the foam The mounds, the works, the walls, neglected lie,

around. Short of their promis'd height that seemd to threat The queen at length appears: on either hand the sky

The brawny guards in martial order stand. But when imperial Juno, from above, A flower'd cymarr, with golden fringe she wore; Saw Dido fetter'd in the chains of love;

And at her back a golden quiver bore : Hot with the venom which her veins inflam'd, Her fowing hair a golden canl restrains; And by no sense of shame to be reclaiin'd,

golden clasp the Tyrian robe sustains. With soothing words to Venus she begun :

Then young Ascanius, with a sprightly grace, “ High praises, endless honours you have won, Leads on the Trojan youth to view the chase. And wighty trophies with your worthy sou: But far above the rest in beanty shines Two gods a silly woman have undone.

The great Æneas, when the troop he joins : Nor am I ignorant, you both suspect

Like fair Apollo, wheu he leaves the frost This rising city, which my hands erect:

Of winiery Xanthius, and the Lycian coast :

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