When to his native Delos he resorts,

Talk is her business; and her chief delight * Ordains the dances, and renews the sports : To tell of prodigies, and cause affright.

Where painted Scythians, mix'd with Cretan bands, She fills the people's ears with Dido's name; Before the joyful altars join their hands.

Who, lost to honour, and the sense of shame, Himself, on Cynthus walking, sees below

Admits into her throne and nuptial bed The merry madness of the sacred show.

A wandering guest, who from his country fled: Green wreaths of bays his length of hair enclose; Whole days with him she passes in delights ; A golden fillet binds his awful brows;

And wastes in luxury long winter-nights; His quiver sounds: not less the prince is seen Forgetful of her fame, and royal trust; In manly presence, or in lofty mien. (seat Dissolv'd in ease, abandon'd to her lust.

Now had they reach'd the hills, and storm'd the The goddess widely spreads the loud report; Of savage beasts, in dens, their last retreat: And flies at length to king Hiarba's court. The cry pursues the mountain-goats; they bound When first possess'd with this unwelcome news, From rock to rock, and keep the craggy ground: Whom did he not of men and gods accuse? Quite otherwise the stags, a trembling train, This prince, from ravish'd Garamantis.born, In herds unsingled, scour the dusty plain; A hundred temples did with spoils adorn, And a long chase, in open view, maintain,

In Ammon's honour, his celestial sire ; The glad Ascanius, as his courser guides,

A hundred altars fed with wakeful fire; Spurs through the vale, and these and those And through his vast dominions priests ordain'd, outrides.

Whose watchful care these holy rites maintain'd. His horse's flanks and sides are forc'd to feel The gates and columns were with garlands crown'd, The clanking lash, and goring of the steel.

And blood of victim-beasts enrich the ground. Impatiently he views the feeble prey,

He, when he heard a fugitive could move Wishing some nobler beast to cross his way ; The Tyrian princess, who disdain'd his love, And rather would the tusky boar attend,

His breast with fury burn’d, his eyes with fire; Or see the tawny lion downward bend. [skies: Mad with despair, impatient with desire.

Meantime the gathering clouds obscure the Then on the sacred altars pouring wine, From pole to pole the forky lightning flies; He thus with prayers implor'd his sire divine: The rattling thunder rolls: and Juno pours “ Great Jove, propitious to the Moorisb race, A wintry deluge down, and sounding showers. Who feast on painted beds, with offerings grace The company dispers'd, to coverts ride, (side. Thy temples, and adore thy power divine and seek the homely cots, or mountain's hollow With blood of victims, and with sparkling wine ; The rapid rains, descending from the hills,

Seest thou not this? or do we fear in vain To rolling torrents raise the creeping rills.

Thy boasted thunder, and thy tboughtless reign? The queen and prince, as love or fortune guides, Do thy broad hands the forky lightnings lance, One common cavern in her bosom hides.

Thine are the bolts, or the blind work of chance; Then first the trembling Earth the signal gave; A wandering woman builds, within our state, And flashing fires enlighten all the cave:

A little town, bought at an easy rate; Hell from below, and Juno from above,

She pays me homage, and my grants allow
And howling nymphs were conscious to their love. A narrow space of Libyan lands to plough.
From this ill-omen'd hour, in time arose

Yet, scorning me, by passion blindly led,
Debate and death and all succeeding woes. Admits a banish'd Trojan to her bed :
The queen whom sense of honour could not move, And now this other Paris, with his train
No longer made a secret of her love;

Of conquer'd cowards, must in Afric reign! But call'd it marriage, hy that specious name (Whom, what they are, their looks and garb 'To reil the crime, and sinctify the shame.

confuss; The loud report through Libyan cities goes; Their locks with oil perfum'd, their Libyan dress :) Fame, the great ill, from small beginnings grows, He takes the spoil, enjoys the princely dame; Swift from the first; and every moment brings And I, rejected I, adore an empty naine.” New vigour to her fights, new pinions to her wings. His vows, in haughty terins, he thus preferr'd, Soon grows the pigmy to gigantic size;

And held bis altar's horns: the mighty thunderer Her feet on Earth, her forehead in the skies:

heard, Enrag'd against the gods revengeful Earth Then cast his eyes on Carthage, where he found Produc'd her, last of the Titanian birin.

The lustful pair, in lawless pleasure drown'd. Swift in her walk, more swift her winged haste: Lost in their loves, insensible of shame, A monstrous phantom, horrible and vast :

And both forgetful of their better fame. As many plumes as raise her lofty fight,

He calls Cyllenius; and the god attends; So many piercing eyes enlarge her sight :

By whom his menacing command he sends : Millions of opening mouths to Fame belong: Go, mount the western winds, and cleave the sky; And every mouth is furnish'd with a tongue: Then, with a swift descent, to Carthage fly: And round with listening ears the flying plague There find the Trojan chief, who wastes his days is hung.

In slothful riot and inglorious ease, She fills the peaceful universe with cries;

Nor minds the future city, giv'n by fate ; No slumbers ever close her wakeful eyes.

To him this message from my mouth relate: By day from lofty towers her head she shews : Not so, fair Venus hop'd, when twice she won And spreads, through trembling crowds, dis- Thy life with prayers; nor promis'd such a solo astrous news

Her's was a hero, destin'd to couxnand With court-informers haunts, and royal spies, A martial race; and rule the Latian land: This done relaies, not done she feigus; and win- Who should his ancient line from Teucer draw; gles uutta wiila lies.

Aud, cu the conquer'd world, impose the law.

If glory cannot move a mind so mean,

What should he say, or how should he begirl, Nor future praise from fading pleasure wean, What course, alas! remains, to steer between Yet why should he defraud his son of fame; Th' offended lover, and the powerful queen! And grudge the Romans their immortal natne! This way, and that, he turns his anxious mind, What are his vain designs ? what hopes he more, And all expedients tries and none can find : From his long linyeting on a hostile shore ? Fixt on the deed, but doubtful of the means; Regardless to redeem his honour lost,

After long thought to this advice he leans:
And for bis race to gain th' Ausonian coast ! Three chiefs he calls, commands them to repair
Bid him with speed the Tyrian court forsake ; The fleet, and ship their men with silent care:
With this command the slumbering warrior wake. Some plausible pretence he bids them find,

Hermes obeys; with golden pinions binds To colour what in secret he design'd.
His flying feet, and mounts the western winds : Hinself, meantime, the softest hours would choosey-
And whether o'er the seas or earth he flies,

Before the love-sick lady heard the news;
With rapid force they bear bim down the skies. And move her tender mind, by slow degrees,
But first he grasps, within his awful hand, To suffer what the sovereign power decrees:
The mark of sovereign power, his magic wand : Jove will inspire him, when, and what to say.
With this he draws the ghosts from hollow graves, They hear with pleasure, and with baste obey.
With this he drives them down the Stygian waves; But soon the queen perceives the thin disa
With this he seals in sleep the wakeful sight;

guise : And eyes, though clos'd in death, restores to (What arts can blind a jealous woman's eyes?) light.

She was the first to find the secret fraud,
Thus arm’d, the god begins his airy race,

Before the fatal news was blaz'd abroad.
And drives the racking clouds along the liquid Love the first motions of the lover bears,
Now sees the tops of Atlas, as he flies, [space; Quick to presage, and ev’n in safety fears.
Whose brawny back supports the starry skies ; Nor impious fame was wanting, to report
Atlas, whose head, with piny forests crown'd, The ships repair'd; the Trojans thick resort,
Is beaten by the winds, with foggy vapours And purpose to forsake the 'Tyrian court.

Frantic with fear, impatient of the wound,
Snows hide his shoulders; from beneath his chin And impotent of mind, she roves the city round:
The founts of rolling streains their race begin: Less wild the Bacchanalian dames appear,
A beard of ice on bis large breast depends: When, from afar, their nightly god they hear,
Here, pois'd upon his wings, the god descends; And howl about the hills, and shake the wreathy
Then, rested thus, he from the towering height

Plung'd downward, with precipitated flight: At length she finds the dear perfidious man;
Lights on the seas, and skins along the food : Prevents his form'd excuse, and thus began:
As water-fowl, who seek their fishy food,

“ Base and ungrateful, could you hope to fly,
Less, and yet less, to distant prosp'ct show, And undiscover'd 'scape a lover's eye?
By turns they dance aloft, and dive below: Nor could my kindness your compassion move,
Like these, the steerage of his wings he plies, Nor plighted vows, nor dearer bands of lore?
And near the surface of the water Hies:

Or is the death of a despairing queen Till, having pass’d the seas, and cross'd the sands, Not worth preventing, though too well foreseen? He clos'd his wings, and stoop'd on Libyan lands : Ev'n when the wintery winds command your stay, Here shepherds once were hous'd in homely sheds, You dare the tempest, and defy the sea. Now towers within the clouds advance their beads. False as you are, suppose you were not bound Arriving there, he found the Trojan prince To lands unknown, and foreign coasts to sound; New ramparts raising for the town's defence: Were Troy restord, and Priam's happy reign, A purple scarf, with gold embroider'd o'er, Now durst you tempt, for Troy, the raging main? (Queen Dido's gift), about his waste he wore; See whom you fly; am I the foe you shun? A sword with glittering gems diversify'd,

Now, by those holy vows so late begun, For ornament, not use, hung idly by his side. By this right hand, (since I have nothing more Then thus, with winged words, the god began To challenge, but the faith you gave before) (Resuming his own shape): Degenerate man, I beg you by these tears too truly shed, Thou woman's property, what mak'st thou here, By the new pleasures of our nuptial bed; These foreign walls and Tyrian towers to rear? If ever Dido, when you most were kind, Forgetful of thy own? All-powerful Jove, Were pleasing in your eyes, or touch'd your mind; Who sways the world below, and Heaven above, By these my prayers, if prayers may yet have place; Has sent me down, with this severe command: Pity the fortunes of a falling race. What means thy lingering in the Libyan land? For you I have provok'd a tyrant's hate; If glory cannot move a mind so mean,

Incens'd the Libyan and the Tyrian state; Nor future praise, from fitting pleasure wean, For you alone I suffer in my fame: Regard the fortunes of thy rising heir ;

Bereft of honour, and expos'd to shame:
The promis'd crown let young Ascanius wear; Whom have I now to trust? (ungrateful guest !
To whom th’ Ausonian sceptre and the state That only name remains of all the rest!)
Of Rome's imperial name is ow'd by fate.” What have I left, or whither can I fy;
So spoke the god; and speaking took his flight, Must I attend Pygmalion's cruelty?
Involv'd in clouds; and vanish'd out of sight. Or till Hiarbas shall in triumph lead

The pious prince was seiz'd with sudden fear; A queen, that proudly scorn d his proffer'd bed?
Mute was his tongue, and uprighit stood his hair; Had you deferr'd at least your basty fight,
Revolving in his mind the stern command, And left behind some pledge of our delight,
He longs to Ay, and loaths the charming land. Some babe to bless the mother's mournful-sight;

Some young Æneas to supply your place : Now Lycian lots, and now the Delian god,
Whose features might express his father's face; Now Hermes is employd from Jove's abude,
I should not then complain, to live bereft

To warn him hence; as if the peaceful state
Of all my husband, or be wholly left!" (eyes, of heavenly powers were touch'd with human fate!

Here paus'd the queen; unmov'd he holds his But go; thy flight no longer I detain; By Jove's command; nor suffer'd love to rise, Go seek thy promis'd kingdom through the main: Though heaving in his heart ; and thus at length Yot, if the Heavens will hear my pious vow i replies:

The faithless waves, not half so false as thou, Pair queen, you never can enough repeat Or secret sands, shall sepulchres afford Your boundless favours, or I own my debt; To thy proud vessels and their perjur'd lord. Nor can my mind forget Eiza's name,

Then shalt thou call on injur'd Dido's name: While vital breath inspires this mortal frame. Dido shall come, in a black sulphury Dame; This only let me speak in my defence ;

When death has once dissolv'd her mortal frame: I never hop'd a secret fight from hence:

Shall smile to see the traitor vainly weep; Much less pretended to the lawful-claim

Her angry ghost, arising from the deep, of sacred nuptials, or a husband's name.

Shall haunt thee waking, and disturb thy sleep. For if indulgent Heaven would leave me free, At least my shade thy punishment shall know; And not submit my life to fate's decree,

And fame shall spread the pleasing news below.” My choice would lead me to the Trojan shore, Abruptly bere she stops: then tums away Those relics to review, their dust adore ;

Her loathing eyes, and shuns the sight of day. And Priam's ruin'd palace to restore.

Amaz'd he stood, revolving in bis mind But now the Delpbian oracle commands,

What speech to frame, and what excuse to find. , And fate invites me to the Latian lands.

Her fearful maids their fainting mistress led; That is the promis'd place to which I steer,

And softly laid her on her ivory bed. And all my vows are terminated there,

But good Æneas, though he much desir'd If you, a Tyrian, and a stranger born,

To give that pity, which her grief requird, With walls and towers a Libyan town adorn; Though much he mourn'd and labour'd with his Why may not we, like you a foreign race,

Resolv'd at length, obeys the will of Jove: (love, Like you seek shelter in a foreign place?

Reviews his forces; they with varly care As often as the night obscures the skies

Unmoor their vessels, and for sea prepare. With humid shades, or twinkling stars arise, The fleet is soon afloat, in all its pride: Anchises' angry ghost in dreams appears,

And well-caulk'd gallies in the harbour ride. Chides my delay, and fills my soul with fears; 'Then oaks for oars they felld; or, as they stood, And young Ascanius justly may complain, Of its green arms despoil'd the growing wood, Of his defrauded fate, and destin'd reign.

Studious of Aight: the beach is cover'd o'er Ev'n now the herald of the gods appear'd,

With 'Trojan bands that blacken all the shore: Waking I sáw him, and his message heard. On every side are seen, descending down, From Jove he came commission'd, heavenly Thick swarms of soldiers loaden from the town. bright

Thus, in battalia, march embodied ants, Withiradiant beams, and manifest to sight. Fearful of winter, and of future wants, The sender and the sent, I both attest,

T'invade the corn, and to their cells convey These walls he enter'd, and those words express'd: The plunder'd forage of their vellow prey. Fair queen, oppose not what the gods command; The sable troops, along the narrow tracks, Forc'd by my fate, I leave your happy land.” Scarce bear the weighty burden on their backs:

Thus while he spoke, already she began, Some set their shoulders on the ponderous grain ; With sparkling eyes, to view the guilty man: Some guard the spoil; some lash the largiog train; From head to foot survey'd his person o'er, All ply their several tasks, and equal toil sustain. Nor longer these outrageous threats forbore: What paurs the tender breast of Dido tore, “False as thou art, and more than false, forsworn; When, froin the tower, she saw the cover'd shore; Not sprung from noble blood, nor goldess-born, And heard the shouts of sailors from afar, But hewn from harden's entrails of a rock; Mix'd with the murmurs of the watery war! And rough Hyrcanian tigers gave thee suck. All-powerful love, what changes capst thou cause Why should I fawn? what have I worse to fear? In human hearts, subjected to thy laws! Did he once look, or lend a listening ear;

Once more her haughty soul the tyrant bends; Sigh'd when I sobb’d, or shed one kindly tear? Το prayers and mean submissions she descends. All symptoms of a base ungrateful mind,

No female art or aids she left untry'd, So foul, that which is worse, 'tis hard to find. Nor coupsels unexplor'd, before she dy'd. Of man's injastice, why should I complain? Look, Anna, look; the Trojans crowd to sea : The gods, and Jove himself, behold in vain They spread their canvass, and their anchors weigh: Triumphant treason, yet no thunder flies :

The shouting crew, their ships with garlands bind, Nor Juno views my wrongs with equal eyes; Invoke the sea-gods, and invite the wind. Faithless is Earth, and faithless are the skies ! Could I have thought this threatening blow so near, Justice is fled, and truth is now no more ;

My tender soul had been forewarn’d to beur. I sav'd the shipwreck'd exile on my shore:

But do not you my last request seny,
With needful food his hungry Trojans fed : With yon perfidious man your loterest try;
I took the traitor to my throne and bed:

And bring me news, if I must live or die.'
Fool that I was!—'tis little to repeat

You are his favourite, you alone can find
The rest, I stor'd and rigg'd his ruin'd fleet. The dark recesses of his inmost mind :
I rave, I rare! A god's command he pleads ! In all his trusty secrets you have part,
And makes Hearen accessary to his deeds. And kuow the soft approaches to his heart.


Haste then, and humbly seek my haughty foe; Or mad Orestes, when his mother's ghost
Tell him, I did not with the Grecians go ;

Full in his face infernal torches toss'd;
Nor did iny feet against his friends employ, And shook her snaky locks: he shuns the sight,
Nor swore the ruin of unhappy Troy ;

Flies o'er the stage, surpris'd with mortal fright; Nor mov'd with hands prophane his father's dust; The furies guard the door, and intercept his Why should he then reject a suit so just !

flight. Whom does he shun, and whither would he ny? Now, sinking underneath a load of grief, Can be this last, this only prayer deny!

From death alone she seeks ber last relief: Let him at least his dangerous flight delay, The time and means resolv'd within her breast, Wait better winds, and hope a calmer sea.

She to her mournful sister thus address'd The nuptials he disclaiins, I urge no more; (Dissembling hope, her cloudy front she clears, Let him pursue the promis'd Latian shore. And a false vigour in her eyes appears): A short delay is all I ask him now,

“ Rejoice," she said, “ instructed from above, A pause of grief, an interval froin woe:

My lover I shall gain, or lose my love. Till my soft soul be temper'd to sustain

Nigh rising Atlas, next the falling Sun, Accustoin'd sorrows, and inur'd to pain.

Long tracts of Æthiopian climates run: If you in pity grant this one request,

There a Massylian princess I have found, My death shall glut the hatred of his breast.”. Honour'd for age, for magic arts renown'd; This mourniul message pious Anna bears,

Th' Hesperian temple was lier trusted care; And seconds, with her own, her sister's tears: 'Twas she supply'd the wakeful dragon's fare. But all her arts are still en ploy'd in vaill; She poppy-seeds in honey taught to steep, Again she comes, and is retus'd again. (move; Reclaim'd his rage, and sooth'd him into sleep. His hardend heart nor prayers nor threatenings She watch'd the golden fruit; her charms unbiud Fate, and the god, liad stopp'd his ears to love. The chains of love, or fix them on the mind.

As when the winds their airy quarrel try, She stops the torrents, leaves the channel dry; Justling froni cvery quarter of the sky,

Repels the stars, and backward bears the sky. This way and that the mountain oak they bend, The yawning earth rebellows to her call, His boughs they shatter, and his branches rend; Pale ghosts ascend, and mountain ashes fall. With leaves and falling mast they spread the Witness, ye gods, and thou my better part, The hollow valleys echo to the sound; [ground, How luth I am to try this impious art Unmov'd, the royal plant their fury mocks, Within the secret court with silent care, Or, sbaken, clings more closely to the rocks: Erect a lofty pile, expos'd in air; Far as he shoots his towering bead on high, Hang on the topmost part the Trojan vest, So deep in earth his fix'd foundations lie:

Spoils, arms and presents of my faithless guest. No less a storm the Trojan hero bears;

Next, under these, the bridal bed be plac'd, Thick messages and loud complaints he hears, Where I my ruin in his arms embrac'd: and bandy'd words still beating on his ears. All relics of the wretch are doom'd to fire, Sighs, groans, and tears, proclaim ; his inward For so the priestess and her charms require.” pains,

Thus far she said, and farther speech forBut the firm purpose of his heart remains.

The wretched queen, pursu'd by crurl fate, A mortal paleness in her face appears :
Begins at length the light of Heaven to hate, Yet the mistrustless Anna could not find
And loaths to live: then dire portents she sees, The secret funeral in these rites design'd,
To hasten-on the death her soul deerees;

Nor thought so dire a rage possess'd ber mind.
Strange to relate: for when, before the shrine, Unknowing of a train conceal'd so well,
She pours, in sacrifice, the purple wine,

She fear'd no worse than when Sichæus fell: The purple wine is turn'd to putrid blood,

Therefvre obeys. The fatal pile they rear And the white offer'd milk converts to mud. Within the secret court, expos'd in air. This dire presage, to her alone revealid,

The cloven holms and pines are heap'd on high; From all, and ev'n her sister, she conccal'd. And garlands on the hollow spaces lie. A marble temple stood within the grove,

Sad cypress, vervain, yew, compose the wreath, Sacred to death, and to her murder'd love;

And every baleful green denoting death. That honour'd chapel she had hung around The queen, determin'd to the fatal deed, With stowy fleeces, and with garlands crown'd: The spoils and sword he left, in order spread: Oit, when she visited this lonely dome,

And the man's image on the nuptial bed. Strange voices issued from her husband's tomb: And now (the sacred altars plac'd around) She thought she heard him summon her away, The priestess enters, with her bair unbound, Invite her to his grave, and chide her stay.

And thrice invokes the powers below the ground. Hourly 'tis heard, when, with a bouing note, Night, Erebus, and Chaos, she proclaims, The solitary screech-owl strains her throat: And threefold Hecate, with her hundred names, And on a chimney's top, or turret's height, And three Dianas: next she sprinkles round, With songs obscene disturbs the silence of the night. With füign'd Avernian drops, the hallow'd ground: Besides, old prophecies augment her fears, Culls hoary simples, found by Pbæbe's light, And stern Æneas in her dreams appears

With brazen sickles reap'd at noon of night.
Disdainful as by day: she seems alone

Then mixes baleful jnices in the bowl,
To wander in her sleep, through ways unknown, And cuts the forehead of a new-born foal;
Guideicss and dark: or, in a desert plain,

Robbing the mother's love. The destin'd queen To seek her subjects, and to seek in vain.

Observes, assisting at the rites obscene!
Like Pentheus, when, distracted with his fear, A leaven'd cake in her devoted hands
He saw two suns, and double Thebes appear: She bolds, and next the highest altar stands :

One tender foot was shod, her other bare, Prevent her rage, while night obscures the skies ;
Girt was her gather'd gown, and loose her hair. And sail before the purple morn arise.
Thus dress'd, she summon’d, with her Jying

Who knows what hazards thy delay may bring? breath,

Woman's a various and a changeful thing." The Hearens and planets, conscious of her death; Thus Hermes in the dream ; then took his flight, And every power, if any rules above,

Aloft in air unseen ; and mix'd with night. Who minds, or who revenges, injur'd love.

Twice warn’d by the celestial messenger, 'Twas dead of night, when weary bodies close The pious prince arose with hasty fear: Their eyes in balmy sleep and soft repose : Then rons'd his drowsy train without delay. The winds no longer whisper through the woods, Haste to your banks; your crooked anchors weigh; Nor murmuring tides disturb the gentle floods, And spread your flying sails, and stand to sea. The stars in silent order mov'd around,

A god commands; he stood before my sight; And peace, with downy wings, was brooding on And urg'dl us once again to speedy fight. the ground.

O sacred power, what power soe'er thou art, The flocks and berds, and partycolour'd fowl, To thy bless'd orders I resign my heart : Which haunt the woods, or swim the weedy pool, Lead thou the way; protect thy Trojan bands; Stretch'd on the quiet earth securely lay,

And prosper the design thy will commands.” Porgetting the past labours of the day.

He said, and, drawing forth his flaming sword, All else of Nature's common gift partake;

His thundering arm divides the many-twisted cord: Unhappy Dido was alone awake.

An emulating zeal inspires his train; Nor sleep nor ease the furious queen can find; They run, they snatch ; they rush into the main. Sleep fed her eyes, as quiet fled her mind. With headlong haste they leave the desert shores, Despair, and rage, and love, divide her heart : And brush the liqaid seas with labouring oars. Despair and rage had some, but love the greater Aurora now had left her saffron bed, part.

And beams of early light the Heavens o'erspread, Then thus she said within her secret mind: When from a tower the queen, with wakeful eyes, “ What shall I do ; what succour can I find ? Saw day point upward from the rosy skies : Become a suppliant to Hiarba's pride,

She look'd to seaward, but the sea was void, And take my turn, to court and be deny'd ! And scarce in ken the sailing ships descry'd; Shall I with this ungrateful Trojan go,

Stung with despite, and furious with despair, Forsake an empire, and attend a foe?

She struck her trembling breast, and tore her hair. Himself I refug'd, and his train reliev'd;

“ And shall th' ungrateful traitor go," she said, 'Tis true: but am I sure to be receiv'd ?

My land forsaken, and my love betray'd? Can gratitude in Trojan souls have place? Shall we not arm, not rush from every street, Laomedon still lives ja all his race!

To follow, sink, and burn his perjur'd feet? Then, shall I seek alone the churlish crew, Laste; haul my gallies out; pursue the foe: And with my fleet their tiying sails pursue ? Bring flaming brands, set sail, and swiftly row. What force have I but those, whom scarce before What have ) said ? Where am I? Fury turus I drew reluctant from their native shore?

My brain, and my distemper'd bosom burns. Will they again embark at my desire

Then, when I gave my person and my throne, Once more sustain the seas, and quit their This hate, this rage, had been more timely shown. : second Tyre?

See now the promis'd faith, the vaunted name, Rather with steel thy guilty breast invade, The pious man, who, rushing through the flame, And take the fortune thou thyself hast made. Preserv'd his gods and to the Phrygian shore Your pity, sister, first seduc'd my mind;

The burden of his feeble father bore! [floods Or seconded too well what I design'd.

I should have torn him piece-meal; strow'd in These dear-bought pleasures had I never known, His scatter'd limbs, or left cxpos'd in woods; Hat I continued free, and still my own;

Destroy'd bis friends and son ; and, from the fire, Avoiding love, I had not found despair :

Have set the reeking boy before the sire. But shar'd, with savage beasts, the common air; Events are doubtful which on battle wait; Like them a lonely life I might have led,

Yet where's the doubt to souls secure of fate ! Not mouro'd the living, nor disturb'd the dead.” My Tyrians, at their injur'd queen's command, These thonghts she brooded in her anxious breast; Had toss'd their fires amid the Trojan band : On board, the Trojan found more easy rest. At once extinguish'd all the faithless name ; Resolvd to sail, in sleep he pass'd the night; And I myseli in vengeance of my shame, And order'd all things for bis early flight,

Had fall’n upon the pile to mend the funeral flame. To whom once more the winged god appears: Thou Sun, who view'st at once the world below, His former youthful inien and shape he wears, Thou Juno, guardian of the nuptial vow, And, with this new alarm, invades his ears : 'Thou Hecate, hearken from thy dark abodes; “ Sleep’st thou, O goddess-born ! and canst thou Ye furies, fiends, and violated gods, drown

All powers invok'd with Dido's dying breath, Thy needful cares, so near a hostile town,

Attend her curses, and avenge her death. Reset with fues? nor hear'st the western gales !f so the fates ordain, and Jove commands, Invite thy passage, and inspire thy sails?

Th’ungiateful wretch should find the Latian lands, She barbours in her heart a furious hate ;

Yet let a race inain'd, and haughty foes, And thou shalt find the dire effects too late; His peaceful entrance with dire arms oppose ; Fixt on revenge, and obstinate to die;

Opprest with numbers in th' unequal field, Haste swiftly hence, while thou hast power to fly. His men discourag'd, and himself expell’d; The sea with ships will soon be cover'd o'er, Let him for succour sue from place to place, And blazing firebrands kindle all the shore. Torn froin bis subjects, and bis sou's embrace:

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