But thus the Sibyl chides their long delay : Of mimic thunder, and the glittering blaze Night rushes down, and headlong drives the Of pointed lightnings, and their forky rays. day:

Through Elis and the Grecian towns he flew : 'Tis here, in different paths, the way divides; Th' audacious wretch four fiery coursers drew; The right, to Pluto's golden palace guides ;

He wav'd a torch aloft, and, madly vain, The left to that unhappy region tends,

Songht godlike worship from a servile train. Which to the depth of Tartarus descends;

Ambitious fool, with horny hoofs to pass
The seat of night profound, and punish'd fiends.” O'er hollow arches of resounding brass ;
Then thus Deiphobus: “O sacred maid !

To rival thunder, in its rapid course,
Forbear to chide; and be your will obey'd : And imitate inimitable force.
Lo to the secret shadows I retire,

But he, the king of Heaven, obscure on high, To pay my penance till my years expire.

Bar'd his red arm, and lanching from the sky Proceed, auspicious prince, with glory crown'd, His writhen bolt, not shaking empty smoke, And born to better fates than I have found.” Down to the deep abyss the flaming felon strook. He said ; and while he said, his steps he turn'd There Tityus was to see, who took his birth To secret shadows, and in silence mourn'd. From Heaven ; his nursing from the foodful Earth. The hero, looking on the left, espy'd

Here his gigantic limbs, with large embrace, A lofty tower, and strong on every side

Enfold nine acres of infernal space.
With treble walls, which Phlegethon surrounds, A ravenous vulture in his open'd side,
Whose fiery tlood the burning empire bounds : Her crooked beak and cruel talons try'd :
And, press'd betwixt the rocks, the bellowing Still for the growing liver digg'd his breast;
noise resounds.

The growing liver still supply'd the feast.
Wide is the fronting gate, and rais'd on high Still are his entrails fruitful to their pains :
With adamantine columns, threats the sky. Th’immortal hunger lasts, th' immortal food re-
Vain is the force of man, and Heaven's as vain, Ixion and Pirithous I conld name; (mains.
To crush the pillars which the pile sustain. And more Thessalian chiefs of mighty fame.
Sublime on these a tower of steel is rear'd,

High o'er their heads a mouldering rock is plac'd, And dire Tisiphone there keeps the ward.

That promises a fall, and shakes at every blast. Giet in her sanguine gown, by night and day, They lie below, on golden beds display'd, Observant of the souls that


the downward way: And genial feasts, with regal pomp, are made. From hence are heard the groans of ghosts, the | The queen of furies by their sides is set, pains

And snatches from their mouths th' untasted meat. Of sounding lashes, and of dragging chains. Which if they touch, her hissing snakes she rears: The Trojan stood astonishi'd at their cries,

Tossing her torch, and thundering in their ears.
And ask'd his guide, from whence those yells arise? Then they, who brothers' better claim disown,
And what the crimes and what the tortures were, Expel their parents, and usurp the throne ;
And loud laments that rent the liquid air?

Defraud their clients, and to lucre sold,
She thus reply'd: “The chaste and holy race Sit brooding on unprofitable gold :
Are all forbidden this polluted place.

Who dare not give, and ev'n refuse to lend But Hecate, when she gave to rule the woods, To their poor kindred, or a wanting friend ; Then led me trembling through those dire abodes, Vast is the throng of these ; por less the train And taught the tortures of th' avenging gods. Of lustful youths, for foul adultery slain. These are the realms of unrelenting fate:

Hosts of deserters, who their honour sold, And awful Rhadamanthus rules the state :

And basely broke their faith for bribes of gold : He hears and judges each commited crime; All these within the dungeon's depth remain, Inquires into the manner, place, and time. Despairing pardon, and expecting pain. The conscious wretch must all his acts reveal : Ask not what pains; por farther seek to know Loth to confess, unable to conceal :

Their process, or the forms of law below. From the first moment of his vital breath,

Some roll a mighty stone ; some laid along, To this last hour of unrepenting death.

And, bound with burning wires, on spokes of Straight, o'er the guilty ghost, the fury shakes

wheels are hung.
The sounding whip, and brandishes her snakes : Unhappy Theseus, duom'd for ever there,
And the pale sioner, with her sisters, takes. Is fixt by fate on his eternal chair:
Then, of itself, unfolds th’ eternal door :

And wretched Phlegias warns the world with cries
With dreadful sounds the brazen binges roar. (Could warning make the world more just or wise)
You see, before the gate, what stalking ghost Learn righteousness, and dread th'avenging deities.
Commands the guard, what sentries keep the post. To tyrants others have their country sold,
More formidable Hydra stands within ;

Imposing foreign lords, for foreign gold : Whose jaws with iron teeth severely grin.

Some have old laws repeal'd, new statutes made; The gaping gulph, low to the centre lies;

Not as the people pleas'd, but as they paid. And twice as deep as Earth is distant from the With incest some their daughters' bed profan'd. The rivals of the gods, the Titan race, [skies. All dar'd the worst of ills, and what they dar'd, atHere sing'd with lightning, roll within th’ un- Had I a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues, (tain'd.

And throats of brass, inspir'd with iron lungs, Here lie th’ Alæan twins (I saw them both), I could not half those horrid crimes repeat, Enormous bodies, of gigantic growth;

Nor half the punishments those crimes have met, Who dar'd in fight the thunderer to defy ;

But let us haste our voyage to pursue ; Affect his Heaven, and force him from the sky, The walls of Pluto's palace are in view : Salmoneus suffering cruel pains, I found,

The gate, and iron arch abore it, stauds For emulating Jove; the rattling sound

On anvils, labour'd by the Cyclops' hands.

fathom'd space.

Before our farther way the fates allow, i

Those happy spirits, which, ordain'd by fate, Here must we fix on bigh the golden bough.” For future being, and new bodies wait, She said ; and through the gloomy shades they With studious thought observ'd th' illustrious past,

Iu nature's order as they pass'd along. (throng, And chose the middle path: arriv'd at last, Their naines, their fates, their conduct, and their The prince, with living water, sprinkled o'er In peaceful senates, and successful war. [cure, His limbs and body, then approach'd the door,

He, when Æneas on the plain appears, Possess'd the porch, and on the front above Meets him with open arms, and falling tears. He fix'd the fatal bough, requir'd by Pluto's love. “ Welcome,” he said, “ the gods' undoubted race, These holy rites perform'd, they took their way, O long expected to my dear embrace; Where long-extended plains of pleasure lay. Once more tis' given me to behold your face! The verdant fields with those of Heaven may vie;

The love and pious duty which you pay, With ether vested, and a purple sky:

Have pass'd the perils of so hard a way. The blissful seats of happy souls below :

'Tis true, computing times, I now believ'd Stars of their own, and their own suns they know. The happy day approachd, por are my hopes Their airy limbs in sports they exercise,

deceiv'd. And, on the green, contend the wrestler's prize. What length of Jands, what oceans bave you pass'd, Some, in heroic verse, divinely sing,

What storms sustain'd, and on what shores been Others in artful measures lead the ring.

cast? The Thracian bard, surrounded by the rest, How have I feard your fate! But fear'd it most There stands conspicuous in his flowing vest. When love assail'd you on the Libyan coast.” His flying fingers, and harmonious quill,

To this, the filial duty thus replies : Strike seven distinguish'd notes, and seven at “ Your sacred ghost before my sleeping eyes once they fll.

Appeard ; and often urg'd this painful enterprise. Here found they Teucer's old heroic race; After long tossing on the Tyrrhent sea, Born better tiines, and happier years to grace. My navy rides at anchor in the bay. Assaracus and Ilus here enjoy

But reach your hand, oh parent shade, nor shun Perpetual fame, with him who founded Troy. The dear embraces of your longing son!” The chief beheld their chariots from afar,

He said, and falling tears his face bedew : Their shining arms, and coursers train'd to war: Then thrice around his neck his arms be thres : Their lances fixt in earth, their steeds around, And thrice the fitting shadow slipp'd away, Free from their harness, graze the flowery ground. Like winds, or empty dreams that fly the day. The love of horses which they had, alive,

Now, in a secret vale, the Trojan sees And care of chariots, after death survive.

A separate grove, through which a gentle breeze Some cheerful souls, were feasting on the plain; Plays with a passing breath, and whispers through Some did the song and some the choir maintain :

the trees, Beneath a laurel shade, where mighty Po

And just before the confines of the wood, Mounts np to woods above, and hides his head The gliding Lethe leads her silent flood. below.

About the boughs an airy nation flew, Here patriots live, who for their country's good, Thick as the humming bees, that bunt the golden In fighting fields, were prodigal of blood;

In summer's heat, on tops of lilies feed, (dew; Priests of imblemish'd lives here made abode, And creep within their bells, to suck the balmy And poets worthy their aspiring god :

The winged army roams the field around; [seed. And searching wits, of more mechanic parts, The rivers and the rocks remurmur to the sound. Who grac'd their age with new invented arts. Æneas wondering stood : then ask'd the cause, Those who, to worth, their bounty did extend ; Which to the stream the crowding people draws. And those who knew that bounty to commend. Then thus the sire : “ The souls that throng the The heads of these with holy fillets bound,


[ow'd: And all their temples were with garlands crown'd. Are those, to whom, by fate, are other bodies

To these, the Sibyl thus her speech address'd; In Lethe's lake they long oblivion taste; And first to him surrounded by the rest ;

Of future life secure, forgetful of the past. Towering his height, and ample was bis breast : Long has my soul desir'd this time and place, Say, happy souls, divine Musæus say,

To set before your sight your glorious race. Where lives Anchises, and where lies our way That this presaging joy may fire your mind, To find the hero, for whose only sake

To seek the shores by destiny design'd.” We sought the dark abodes, and cross'd the bitter“ O father, can it be, that souls sublime, lake?”

Return to visit our terrestrial clime? To this the sacred poet thus reply'd :

And that the generous mind, releas'd by death, “ In no fixt place the happy souls reside ;

Can covet lazy limbs, and mortal breath ?" In groves we live, and lie on mossy beds,

Anchises, then, in order thus begun By crystal streams, that murmur through the To clear those wonders to his godlike son : meads:

Know first, that Heaven and Earth's comBut pass yon easy hill, and thence descend,

pacted frame, The path conducts you to your journey's end." And flowing waters, and the starry flame, This said, he led them up the mountain's brow, And both the radiant lights, one common soul And shows them all the shining fields below; Inspires and feeds, and animates the whole. They wind the hill, and through the blissful mea- This active mind infus'd through all the space, dows go.

Unites and mingles with the mighty mass. But old Anchises, in a flowery vale,

Hence men and beasts the breath of life obtain ; Review'd his muster'd race, and took the tale. And birds of air, and monsters of the main

Th'ethereal vigour is in all the same,

This prince, a priestess of your blood shall bear; And every soul is fill'd with equal fame:

And, like his sire, in arins he shall appear. As much as earthy limbs, and gross allay

Two rising crests his royal head adorn; Of mortal members, subject to decay,

Born from a god, himself to godhead born. Blunt not the beams of Heaven and edge of day. His sirè, already, signs him for the skies, From this coarse mixture of terrestrial parts, And marks the seat amidst the deities. Desire and fear by turns possess their hearts; Auspicious chief! thy race in times to come And grief and joy ; bor can the groveling mind, Shall spread the conquest of imperial Rome. In the dark dungeon of the limbs confin'd, Rome, whose ascending towers shall Heaven invade; Assert the native skies, or own its heavenly kind. Involving earth and ocean in her shade. Nor death itself can wholly wash their stains : High as the mother of the gods in place; But long-contracted filth, e'en in the soul, remains. And proud, like her, of an immortal race. The relics of inveterate vice they wear:

Then when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round, And spots of sin obscene in every face appear. With golden turrets on her temples crown'd, For this are various penances enjoin'd;

A hundred gods her sweeping train supply ; And some are hung to bleach upon the wind; Her offspring all, and all command the sky. Some plung'd in waters, others purg'd in fires, Now fix your sight, and stand intent, to see Till all the dregs are drain'd, and all the rest ex

Your Roman race, and Julian progeny. pires !

" The mighty Cæsar waits his vital hour, All have their manes, and those manes bear : Impatient for the world, and grasps his promis'd The few, so cleans'd, to these abodes repair,

And breathe, in ample fields, the soft Elysian air. But next behold the youth of form divine,
Then are they happy, when, by length of time, Cæsar himself, exalted in his line;
The scurf is worn away of each committed crime. Augustus, promis'd oft, and long foretold,
No speck is left of their habitual stains ;

Sent to the realin that Saturn rul'd of old;
But the pure ether of the soul remains.

Born to restore a better age of gold. But when a thousand rolling years are past

Afric and India shall bis power obey, (So long their punishments and penance last ;)

He shall extend his propagated sway Whole droves of minds are, by the driving god, Beyond the solar year, without the starry way. Compell?d to drink the deep Lethæan food : Where Atlas turns the rolling Heavens around: In large forgetful draughts to steep the cares

And his broad shoulders with their lights are Of their past labours, and their irksome years.

At his foreseen approach, already quake (crown'd. That, unremembering of its former pain,

The Caspian kingdoms, and Mæot.an lake. The soul inay suffer mortal flesh again."

Their seers behold the tempests from afar, Thus having said, the father spirit leads

And threatening oracles denounce the war. The priestess and his son thro'swarms of shades, Nile hears him knocking at his seven-fold gates, And takes a rising ground, from thence to see And seeks his hidden spring, and fears his nephew The long procession of his progeny.

Nor Hercules more lands or labours knew, (fales. Survey,"

,pursu'd the sire, “ this airy throng; Not though the brazen-footed bind he slew; As, offer d to the view, they pass along.

Freed Erymanthus from the foaming boar, These are th' Italian names, which fate will join And dipp'd his arrows in Lernæan gore. With ours, and graft upon the Trojan line. Nor Bacchus, turning from his Indian war, Observe the youth who first appears in sight,

By tigers drawn triumphant in his car, And holds the nearest station to the light,

From Nisus' top descending on the plains, Already seems to snuff the vital air,

With curling vines around his purple reins. And leans just forward on a shining spear;

And doubt we yet through dangers to pursue Silvius is he: thy last-begotten race,

The paths of honour, and a crown in view ? But first in order sent, to fill thy place.

But what's the man, who from afar appears, An Alban name, but mix'd with Dardan blood : His head with olive crown'd, his hand a censer Born in the covert of a shady wood:

His hoary head and holy vestments bring (bears ? Himn fair Lavinia, thy surviving wife,

His lost idea back: I know the Roman king. Shall breed in groves, to lead a solitary life. He shall to peaceful Rome new laws orilain : In Alba he shall fix his royal seat :

Call'd from his mean abode, a sceptre to sustain. And, born a king, a race of kings beget.

Him Tullus next in dignity succeeds; Then Procas, honour of the Trojan name,

An active prince, and prone to martial deeds. Capys, and Numitor, of endless fame.

He shall his troops for fighting fields prepare, And second Silvius after these appears;

Disus'd to toils, and triumphs of the war. Şilvius Æneas, for thy name he bears,

By dint o sword, his crown he shall increase, For arms and justice equally renown'd:

And scour his armour from the rust of peace. Who, late restor’d, in Alba shall be crown'd. Whom Ancus follows, with a fawning air, How great they look, how vigorously they wield But vain within, and proudly popular. Their weighty lances, and sustain the shield ! Next view the Tarquin kings: th' avenging sword But they, who crown'd with oaken wreaths appear, Of Brutus justly drawn, and Rome restor'd. Shall Gabian walls and strong Fidenæ rear : He first renews the rods, and ax severe; Nomentum, Bola, with Pometia found;

And gives the consuls royal robes to wear, And raise Colatian towers on rocky ground.

His sons, who seek the tyrant to sustain, All these shall then be towns of mighty fame, And long for arbitrary lords again, Though now they lie obscure, and lands without a With ignominy scourg'd, in open sight, See Romulus the great, born to restore [name. He dooms to death deserv'd: asserting publie The crown that once his injur'd grandsire wore.


Unhappy man, to break the pious laws

He saw, and, wondering, ask'd his airy guide, Of Nature, pleading in his children's cause! What, and of whence was he, who press'd the hero's Howe'er the doubtful fact is understood,

His son, or one of his illustrious name,

(side? "Tis love of honour, and his country's good : How like the former, and almost the same! The consul, not the father, sheds the blood.

Observe the crowds that compass him around: Behold Torquatus the same track pursue;

All gaze, and all admire, and raise a shouting And next, the two devoted Decii view.

sound: The Drusian line, Camillus loaded bome

But hovering mists around his brows are spread, With standards well redeem'd, and foreign foes And night, with sable shades, involves his head. o'ercome.

“Seek not to know," the ghost reply'd with tears, The pair you see in e tual armour shine;

“ The sorrows of thy sons in future years.
(Now, friends below, in close embraces join : This youth (the blissful vision of a day)
But when they leave the shady realms of night, Shall just be shown on Earth, and snatch'd away.
And, cloth'd in bodies, breathe your upper light) The gods too bigh had rais'd the Roman state;
With mortal heat each other shall pursue : (ensue! Were but their gifts as permanent as great.
What wars, what wounds, what slaughter, shall What groans of men shall fill the Martian field!
From Alpine heights the father first descends; How fierce a blaze his flaming pile shall yield!
His daughter's husband in the plain attends: What funeral pomp shall floating Tiber see,
His daughter's husband arms his eastern friends. When, rising from his bed, he views the sad so-
Embrace again, my sons ; be foes no more :

Nor stain your country with her children's gore. No youth shall equal hopes of glory gire:
And thou, the first, lay down thy lawl ss claim; No youth afford so great a cause to grieve.
Thou, of my blood, who bear'st the Julian name. The Trojan honour, and the Roman boast;
Another comes, who shall in triumph ride, Admir'd when living, and ador'd when lost !
And to the capitol his chariot guide;

Mirror of ancient faith in early youth !
From conquer'd Corinth, rich with Grecian spoils. Undaunted worth, inviolable truth !
And yet another, fam'd for warlike toils,

No foe unpunish'd in the fighting field, On Argos shall impose the Roman laws:

Shall dare thee foot to foot, with sword and shield: And, on the Greeks, revenge the 'Trojan cause : Much less, in arms oppose thy matchless force, Shall drag in chains their Achillæan race;

When the sharp spurs shall urge thy foaming horse. Shall vindicate his ancestors' disgrace:

Ah, couldst thou break through fate's severe decree, And Pallas, for her violated place.

A new Marcellus shall arise in thee!
Great Cato there, for gravity renown'd,

Full canisters of fragrant lilies bring,
And conquering Cossus goes with laurels crown'd. Mix'd with the purple roses of the spring:
Who can omit the Gracchi, who declare

Let me with funeral flowers his body strou, The Scipios' worth, those thunderbolts of war, This gift which parents to their children ove, The double bane of Carthage? Who can see, This unavailing gift, at least I may bestow !" Without esteem for virtuous poverty,

This having said, he led the hero round Severe Fabricius, or can cease t' admire

The confines of the blest Elysian ground, The ploughman consul in his coarse attire !

Which, when Anchises to his son had shown, Tir'd as I am, my praise the Fabii claim;

And fir'd his mind to mount the promis'd throne, And thou, great hero, greatest of thy name, He tells the future wars ordain'd hy fate; Ordain'd in war to save the sinking state,

The strength and customs of the Latian state: And, by delays, to put a stop to fate!

The prince, and people: and fore-arins his care Let others better mould the running mass

With rules, to push his fortune, or to bear. Of melals, and inform the breathing brass; Two gates the silent house of sleep adom; And soften into flesh a marble face:

Of polish'd ivory this, that of transparent horn; Plead better at the bar; describe the skies, True visions through transparent horn arises And when the stars descend, and when they rise. Through polish'd ivory pass deluding lics. But, Rome, 'tis thine alone, with avfu sway, Of various things discoursing as he pass'd, To rule mankind, and make the world obey, Anchises hither bends his steps at last. Disposing peace, and war, thy own majestic way. Then, through the gate of ivory, he dismiss'd To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free; Ilis valiant offspring, and divining guest. These are imperial arts, and worthy thee.” Straight to the ships Æneas took his was; He paus’d: and while with wondering eyes they Embark'd his men, and skiinm'd along the sea: view'd

Still coasting, till he gain'd Cajeta's bay.
The passing spirits, thus his speech rencw'd : At length on oozy ground his gallies moor:
“ See great Marcellus! how, untir'd in toils, Their heads are turn’d to sea, their sterns to shore.
He moves with manly grace, bow rich with regal

spoils !
He, when his country (threatend with alarms)
Requires his courage, and his conqnering arms,
Shall more than once the Punic bands affright:
Shall kill the Gaulish king in single fight :

Then to the capitol in triumph move,
And the third spoils shall grace Feretrian Jove."
Æneas, here, bebeld of form divine
A godlike yonth, in glittering armoar shine;
With great Marcellus keeping equal pace; King Latinus entertains Æneas, and promises him
But gloomy were his eyes, dejected was his face : his ouly daughter, Lavinia, the heiress of his




erown. - Tarnus, being in love with her, fa- | For I shall sing of battles, blood, and rage,
voured by her mother, and stirred up by Juno Which princes and their people did engage.
and Alecto, breaks the treaty which was made, And haughty souls, that, mov'd with mutual
and engages in his quarrel Mezentius, Camilla, hate,
Messapus, and many other of the neighbouring In fighting fields pursu'd and found their fate:
prioces; whose forces, and the names of their That rous'd the Tyrrhene realm with loud alarms,
commanders, are particularly related.

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
And thou, O matron of immortal fame ! The Latian sceptre, and his people bless'd:
Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name; His father Faunus; a Laurentian dama
Cajeta still the place is called from thee,

His mother, fair Marica was her name. The nurse of great Æneas' infancy.

But Faunus came from Picus, Picus drew Here rest thy bones in rich Hesperia's plains, His birth from Saturn, if records be true. Thy name ('tis all a ghost can have) remains. Thus king Latinus, in the third degree,

Now, when the prince her funeral rites had paid, Had Saturn author of his family. He plough'd the Tyrrhene seas with sails display'd. But this old peaceful prince, as Heaven decreed, From land a gentle breeze arose by night,

Was bless'd with no male issue to succeed : Serenely shone the stars, the Moon was bright, His sons in blooming youth were snatch'd by fate : And the sea trembled with her silver light. One only daughter heir'd the royal state. Now near the shelves of Circe's shores they run, Fir'd with her love, and with ambition led, (Circe the rich, the daughter of the Sun) The neighbouring princes court her nuptial bedo A dangerous coast: the goddess wastes her days Among the crowd, but far above the rest, In joyous songs, the rocks resound her lays : Young Turnus to the beauteous maid address'd. In spinning, or the loom, she spends the night, Turnus, for high descent and graceful mien, And cedar brands supply her father's light.

Was first, and favour'd by the Latian queen : From hepce were heard (rebellowing to the main) With him she strove to join Lavinia's band; The roars of lions that refuse the chain,

But dire portents the purpos'd match withstand. The grunts of bristled boars; and groans of bears, Deep in the palace, of long growth, there stood And herds of howling wolves, that stun the sailors' A laurel's trunk, a venerable wood;

Where rites divine were paid; whose holy hair These from their caverns, at the close of night, Was kept, and cut with superstitious care. Fill the sad isle with horrour and affright.

This plant Latinus, when his town he wall’d, Darkling they mourn their fate, whom Circe's power Then found, and from the tree Laurentum call's : (That watch'd the Moon, and planetary hour) And last, in honour of his new abode, With words and wicked herbs, from buman kind He vow'd the laurel to the laurel's god. Had alter'd, and in wicked shapes confin'd. It happen'd once (a boding prodigy) Which monsters, lest the Trojan pious host A swarm of bees that cut the liquid sky, Should bear or touch upon th' enchanted coast : Unknown from whence they took their airy flight, Propitious Neptune steer'd their course by night, Upon the topmast branch in clouds alight: With rising gales, that sped their happy flight. There, with their clasping feet together clung, Supply'd with these, they skim the sounding shore, And a long cluster from the laurel hung. And hear the swelling surges vainly roar.

An ancient augur prophesy'd from hence : Now when the rosy Morn began to rise,

“ Behold on Latian shores a foreign prince ! And weav'd her saffron streamer through the skies; Prom the same parts of Heaven bis navy stands, When Thetis blush'd in purple, not her own, To the same parts on Earth : his army lands; And from her face the breathing winds are blown, The town he conquers, and the tower commands.', A sudden silence sat upon the sea,

Yet more, when fair Lavinia fed the fire. And sweeping oars, with struggling, urge their way. Before the gods, and stood beside her sire ;

The Trojan, from the main, beheld a wood, Strange to relate, the flames involv'd the smoke Which thick with shades and a brown horrour stood: Of incense, from the sacred altar broke: Betwixt the trees the Tiber took his course, Caught her dishevell'd hair and rich attire; With whirlpools dimpled; and with downward force Her crowns and jewels crackled in the fire : That drove the sand along, he took his way, From thence the fuming trail began to spread, And roll'd his yellow billows to the sea.

And lambent glories danc'd about her head. About him, and above, and round the wool, This new portent the seer with wonder views.; The birds that haunt the borders of his food ; Then pausing, thus his prophecy renews : That bath'd within, or bask'd upon his side, “ The nymph who scatters flaming fires around To tuneful songs their narrow throats apply'd, Shall shine with honour, shall herself be crown'd; The captain gives command; the joyful train But, caus’d by her irrevocable fate, Glide thro’ the gloomy shade, and leave the main. Warshall the country waste, and change the state." Now, Erato, thy poet's mind inspire,

Latinus, frighted with this dire ostent, And fill his sont with thy celestial fire.

Por counsel to his father Faunus went : Relate what Latium was: her ancient kings : And sought the shades renown'd for prophecy, Declare the past, and present state of things : Which near Albunea's sulphurous fountain lie. When first the Trojan Heet Ausonia sought; To those the Latian and the Sabine land And how the rivals lov'd, and how they fought, Fly, when distress'd, and thence relief demand. These are my theme, and how the war began, The priest on skins of offerings takes bis ease; And how concluded by the godlike man.

And nightly visions in his slumber sees ;

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