And chang'd to snowy plumes his boary hair, To-morrow's Sun, unless my skill be vain,
An) wing'd his fight, to chant aloft in air. Shall see huge heaps of foes in battle slain.”
His son Cupavo brosh'd the briny flood :

Parting, she spoke; and, with immortal force,
Upon his stern a brawny Centaur stood,

Push'd on the vessel in her watery course,
Who heav'd a rock, and threatening still to throw, (For well she knew the way). Impell’d behind,
With lifted hands, alarm’d the seas below: The ship flew forward, and outstript the wind.
They seem to fear the formidable sight,

The rest make up ; unknowing of the cause,
And rollid their billows on, to speed his flight. The chief admires their speed, and happy omen
Ocnus was next, who led his native train


Of hardy warriors tbrough the watery plain, Then thus he pray'd, and fix'd on Heaven his
The son of Manto, by the Tuscan stream, “Hear thou, great mother of the deities,
From whence the Mantuan town derives the name, With turrets crown'd, (on Ida's holy bill,
An ancient city, but of mixt descent,

Fierce tigers, reip'd and curb’d, obey thy will).
Three several tribes compose the government: Firm thy own omens, lead us on to fight,
Four towns are under each; but all obey And let thy Phrygians conquer in thy right."*
The Mantuan laws, and own the Tuscan sway. He said no more. And now renewing day

Hate to Mezentius arm'd five hundred more, Had chas'd the shadows of the night away.
Whộin Mincius fiom his sire Benacus bore; He charg'd the soldiers with preventing care,
(Mincius with wreaths of reeds his forehead cover'd Their flags to follow, and their arms prepare;

Warn'd of th' ensuing fight, and bade them hope
These grave Auletes leads. A hundred sweep,

the war.
With stretching oars, at once the glassy deep: Now, from bis lofty poop, he view'd below,
Him, and bis martial train, the Tritou bears, His camp encompass'd, and thenclosing foe.
High on bis poop the sea-green god appears : His blazing shield embrac'd, he held on high ;
Prowning he seems his crooked shell to sound, The camp receive the sign, and with loud shouts
And at the blast the billows dance around.


[throw A hairy man above the waste he shows,

Hope arms their courage : from their towers they
A porpoise tail beneath his belly grows;

Their darts with double force, and drive the foe.
And ends a fish: his breast the waves divides, Thus, at the signal given, the cranes arise
And froth and foam augment the murmuring tides. Before the stormy south, and blacken all the
Full thirty ships transport the chosen train,

For Troy's relief, and scour the bring main. King Turnus wonder'd at the fight renewd;

Now was the world forsaken by the Sun, Till, looking back, the Trojan feet he view'd;
And Phæbe half her nightly race bad run. The seas with swelling canvass cover'd o'er ;
The careful chief, who never clos'd his eyes, And the swift ships descending on the shore.
Himself the rudder holds, the sails supplies. The Latians saw from far, with dazzled eyes,
A choir of Nereids meet him on the flood,

The radiant crest that seem'd in flames to rise,
Once his own gallies, hewn from Ida's wood : And dart diffusive fires around the field;
Bet now as many nymphs the sea they sweep, And the keen glittering of the golden shield.
As rode before tall vessels on the deep.

Thus threatening comets, when by night they rise,
They know him from afar; and in a ring

Shoot sanguine streams, and sadden all the skies: Enclose the ship that bore the Trojan king.. So Sirius, Aashing forth sinister lights, Cymodoce, whose voice excell'd the rest,

Pale human-kind with plagues and with dry famine Above the waves advanc'd her snowy breast.

Her right hand stops the stern, her left divides Yet Turnus, with undaunted mind, is bent“
The curling ocean, and corrects the tides :

To man the shores, and hinder their descent:
She spoke for all the choir ; and thus began And thus awakes the courage of his friends :
With pleasing words to warn th' unknowing man: “ What you so long have wish’d, kind fortunes ends:
* Sleeps our lov'd lord ? O goddess-born! awake, In ardent arms to meet th' invadiog foe:
Spread every sail, pursue your watery track; You find, and find him at advantage now.
And haste your course. Your navy once were we, Yours is the day, you need but only dare :
From Ida's height descending to the sea :

Your swords will make you masters of the war.
Till Turnus, as at anchor fix'd we stood,

Your sires, your sons, your houses, and your lands, Presum'd to violate our holy wood.

And dearest wives, are all within your hands, Then loos'd from shore we fled his fires profane

Be mindful of the race from whence you c'me; (Unwillingly we broke our master's chain); And emulate in arms your fathers' fame. And since have sought you through the Tuscan Now take the time, while staggering yet they stand main.

With feet unfirm ; and prepossess the strand :
The mighty mother chang'd our forms to these, Fortune befriends the bold.” No more he said,
And gave us lite immortal, in the seas.

But balaac'd whoin to leave, and whim to lead :
But young Ascanius, in his camp distrest, Then these elects, the landing to prevent;
By your insulting foes is hardly prest;

And those he leaves, to keep the city pent.
Th' Arcadian horsemen, and Etrurian host,

Meantime the Trojan sends his troops on shore :
Advance in order on the latian coast :

Some are by boats expos'd, by bridges more.
To cut their way the Daunian chief designs, With labouring oars they bear along the strand,
Before their troops can reach the 'Trojan lines. Where the tide languishes, and leap a-land.
Thou, when the mosy morn restores the light, Tarchon observes the coast with careful eyes,
First arm thy soldiers for th? ensuing light; And where po ford he finds, no water fries,
Thyself the fated sword of Vulca' wield,

Nor billows with unequal murmur roar,
And bear aloft ta' impenetrable shields

But smoothly slide along and swell the shore : VOL XIX.

That course he steer'd, and thus he gave command, Preventing fate directs the lance atry,
Here ply your oars, and at all hazard land : Which, glancing, only mark'd Acbates' thighie
Force on the vessel, that her keel may wound In pride of youth the Sabine Clausus came,
This hated soil, and furrow hostile ground. And froin afar at Dryops took his aim.
Let me securely land, I ask no more,

The spear flew hissing through the middle space
Then sink my ships, or shatter on the shore." And pierc'd his throat, directed at his face :
This fiery speech inflames his fearful friends, It stopp'd at once the passage of his wind,
They tug ai every oar; and every stretcher bends: And the free soul to Aitting air resign'd:
They run their ships aground, the vessels knock, His forehead was the first that struck the ground;
(Thus forc'd ashore) and tremble with the shock. Life-blood and life rush'd mingled through the
Tarchon's alone was lost, and stranded stood,

wound. Stuck on a bank, and beaten by the flood.

He slew three brothers of the Borean race, She breaks her back, the loosen'd sides give way, And three, whom Ismarus, their native place And plunge the Tuscan soldiers in the sea.

Had sent to war, but all the sons of Thrace. Their broken oars and floating planks withstand Halesus next, the bold Aurunci leads ; Their passare, while they labour to the land; The son of Neptune to his aid succeeds, And ebbing tides bear back upon th' uncertain Conspicuous on bis horse : on either hand sand.

These fight to keep, and those to win the land, Now Turnus leads his troops, without delay, With mutual blood th’ Ausonian soil is dy'd, Advancing to the margin of the sea.

While on its borders each their claim decide. The trumpets sound: Æneas first assail'd

As wintery winds, contending in the sky, The clowns new-rajs'd and raw; and soon pre- With equal force of lungs their titles try : Great Theron fell, an omen of the fight : (vail'd. They rage, they roar; the doubtful rack of Heaven Grcar Theron large of limbs, of giant height. Stands withont motion, and the tide undriven: He first in open fields defy'd the prince,

Each bent to conquer, neither side to yield; But armour scal'd with gold was no defence They long suspend the fortune of the field. Against the fated sword, which opeo'd wide Both armies thus perform what courage caps His plated shield, and pierc'd his naked side. Foot set to foot, and mingled man to nian.

Next, Lycas fell ; who,' not like others horn, But in another part, th’ Arcadian horse, Was from bis wretched mother ripp'd and torn : With ill-success engage the Latin force, Sacred, 0 Phæbus ! froin his birth to thee, For where th' impetuous torrent, rushing down, For his beginning life from biting steel was free. Huge craggy stones, and rooted trees had thrown, Non far from himu was Gyas laid along,

They left their coursers, and, unus'd to fight Of monstrous bulk; with Cisseus tierce and strong; On foot, were scatter'd in a shameful flight. Vain bulk and strength; for when the chief assail'd, Pallas, who with disdain and grief bad view'd Nor valoar, nor Herculean arms, avail'd; His foes pursuing, and his friends pursu'd, (soarce; Northeir fam's father, wont in war to go

Us’d threatnings mix'd with prayers, his last re. With great Alcides, while he toil'd below.

With these to move their minds, with those to fire The noisy Pharos next receiv'd his death,

their force. Æneas writh'd his dart, and stopp'd bis bawling “Which way, coinpanions! whither would you run? breath.

By you yourselves, and mighty battles won, Then wretched Cydon had receiv'd his doom, By my great sire, by his establish'd name, Who courted Clytius in his beardless bloom, And early promise of my future fame; And sought with lust obscene polluted joys : By my youth, emulous of equal right The Trojan sword had cur'd his love of boys, To share his honours, shun ignoble night. Had not his seven bold brethren stopp'd the ourse | Trust not your feet; your hands inust her Of the fierce champion, with united force.

your way Beven darts are thrown at once, and some rebound Through yon black body, and that thick array: From his bright shield, some on his helmet sound: 'Tis through that forward path that we must The rest had reach'd bim, but his mother's care Prevented those, and turn'd aside in air.

There lies our way, and that our passage bome The prince then call’d Achates, to supply Nor powers above, nor destinies below, The spears that knew the way to victory.

Oppress our arms; with equal strength we go i Those fatal weapons, which, inur’d to blood, With mortal hands to meet a mortal foe. In Grecian bodies under llium stood :

See on what foot we stand : a scanty shore ; “Not one of those my hand shall toss in vain The sea behind, our enemies before : against our foes, on this contended plain," No passage left, unless we swim the main ; He said : then seiz'd a mighty spear, and threw : Or, forcing these, the Trojan trenches gain." Whicb, wing'd with fate, through Mæon's buckler This said, he strole with eager haste along,

And bore amidst the thickest of the throng. Pierc'd all the brazen plates, and reach'd his Lagus, the first he met, with fate to foe, He stagger'd with intolerable smart. (heart: Had heav'd a stone of mighty weight to throw } Hicanor saw; and reach'd, but reach'd in vain, Stooping, the spear descended on his chine, His helping land, his brother to sustain.

Just where the bone distinguish'd either loia : A second spear, which kept the former course, It stuck so fast, so deeply bury'd lay, From the same hand, and sent with equal force, That scarce the victor forc'd the steel away. His right arm pierc'd, and, holding on, bereft Hisbon came on, but while he mov'd too slow His use of both, and pinion'd down his left. To wish'd revenge, the prince prevents his blow; Then Numitor, from his dead brother, drew For, warding bis at once, at once he prossit ; I'd showcu'à spear, and at the Trojan tbrew : And plung'd the fatal weapon in his breasca



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Then lewd Anchemolus he laid in dust,

The rear so press'd the front, they could not wield Who stain'd his stepdam's bed with impious lust. Their angry weapons, to dispute the field. And after him the Daunian twins were slain, Here Pallas urges on, and Lausus there, Laris and Thimbrus, on the Latian plain :

Of equal youth and beauty both appear, So wondrous like in feature, shape, and size, But both by fate forbid to breathe their native air. As caus'd an errour in their parents' eyes. Their congress in the field great Jove withstands, Grateful mistake! but soon the sword deeides Both doom'd to fall, but fall by greater hands. The nice distinction, and their fate divides.

Mean time Juturna warns the Daunian chief Por Thimbrus' head was lopp'd: and Laris' hand, Of Lausus' danger, urging swift relief. Dismember'd, sought its owner on the strand : With his driv'n chariot he divides the crowd, The trembling fingers yet the falchion strain, and, making to his friends, thus calls aloud : And threaten still th' intended stroke in vain. Let none presume his needless aid to join ;

Now, to renew the charge, th' Arcadians came : Retire, and clear the field, the fight is inine: Sight of such acts, and sense of honest shame, To this right hand is Pallas only due ; And grief, with anger mix'd, their minds inflame. Oh were his father here my just revenge to view !" Then with a casual blow was Rhæteys slain, From the forbidden space his men retir'd, Who chanc'd, as Pallas threw, to cross the plain! Pallas their awe and the stern words admir'd, The flying spear was after Ilus sent,

Survey'd him o'er and o'er with wondering sight, But Rhæteus happend on a death unmeant: Struck with his haughty mien, and towering height. From Teuthras and from Tyrus while he filed, Then to the king: “Your empty vaunts forbear ; The lance, athwart his body, laid bim dead. Success I hope, and fate I cannot fear. Roll'd from his chariot with a mortal wound, Alive or dead, I shall deserve a name: And intercepted fate, he spurn’d the ground. Jove is impartial, and to both the same.”

As when in suinmer welcome winds arise, He said, and to the void advanc'd his pace;
The watchful shepherd to the forest flies,

Pale horrour sat on each Arcadian Race.
And fires the midmost plants ; contagion spreads, Then Turnus, from his chariot leaping light,
And catching flames infect the neighbouring Address'd himself on foot to single fight.
heads ;

And, as a lion, when he spies from far
Around the forest flies the furious blast,

A bull that seems to meditate the war, And all the leafy nation sinks at last;

Bending his neck, and spurning back the sand, And Vulcan rides in triumph o'er the waste ; Runs roaring downward from his hilly strand : The pastor, pleas'd with his dire victory,

Imagine eager Turnus not more slow, Beholds the satiate flames in sheets ascend the To rush from high on his unequal foe.

Young Pallas, when he saw the chief advance So Pallas' troops their scatter'd strength unite; Within due distance of his flying lance, And, pouring

on their foes, their prince delight. Prepares to charge him first, resolv'd to try Halesus came, fierce with desire of blood If fortune would his want of force supply ; (But first collected in his arms he stood);

And thus to Heaven and Hercules address'd: Advancing then he ply'd the spear so well, “ Alcides, once on Earth Evander's guest, Ladon, Demodochus, and Pheres, fell :

His son adjures you by those holy rites, Around his head he toss'd his glittering brand, That hospitable board, those genial nights ; And from Strymonius hew'd his better hand, Assist my great attempt to gain this prize, Held up to guard his throat: then hurl'd a stone And let proud Turnus view, with dying eyes, At Thoas' ample front, and pierc'd the bone : His ravish'd spoils.” 'Twas heard, the vain reIt struck beneath the space of either eye,

quest; And blood, and mingled brains, together ily. Alcides mourn’d; and stifled sighs within his breast. Deep skill'd in future fates, Halesus' sire

Then Jove, to sooth his sorrow, thus began : Did with the youth to lonely groves retire:

“ Short bounds of life are set to mortal man; But, when the father's mortal race was run,

'Tis virtue's work alone to stretch the narrow spam. Dire Destiny laid hold upon the sun,

So many sons of gods in bloody fight, and hauld him to the war: to find beneath Around the walls of Troy, have lost the light: Th’Evandrian spear a memorable death.

My own Sarpedon fell beneath his fue,
Pallas th' encounter seeks; but, ere he throws, Nor I, his mighty sire, could ward the blow.
To Tuscan Tiber tbus address'd his vows:

Ev'n Turous shortly shall resign his breath; "O sacred stream, direct my flying dart,

And stands already on the verge of death.”' And give to pass the proud Halesus' heart: This said, the god permits the fatal fight, His arms and spoils thy holy oak shall bear.” But from the Latian fields averts his sight. Pleas'd with the bribe, the god receiv'd his prayer;

Now with full force his spear young Pallas For, while his shield protects a friend distrest,

threw; The dart came driving on, and pierc'd his breast. And, having thrown, his shining falchion drew;

But Lausus, no sinall portion of the war, The steel just graz'd along the shoulder-joint, Permits not papic fear to reign too far,

And mark'd it slightly with the glancing point. Caus'd by the death of so renown'd a knight;

Fierce Turnus first to nearer distance drew, But by his own example cheers the fight

And pois'd his pointed spear before he threw : Fierce Abas first he slew; Abas, the stay

Then, as the winged weapon whizz'd along, Of Trojan hopes, and hindrance of the day. " See now," said he," whose arm is better strung." The Phrygian troops escap'd the Greeks in vain, The spear kept on the fatal course, unstay'd They, and their mix'd allies, now load the plaja. By plates of iron, which o'er the shield were laid: To the rule shock of war both armies came, Through folded brass and tough bull-hides it pass'd, The leaders cqual, and their strength the same. His couslet piere'd, and reacb'd bis hcart at last


Ip vain the youth tugs at the broken wood,

Apollo's priest, Hæmonides, was rear,
The soul comes issuing with the vital blood : His holy fillets on his front appear ;
H. falls ; lis arms upon his body sound ;

Glittering in arms he shone amidst the crowd; And with his bloodly teeth le bites the ground. Much of his god, more of his purple proud:

Turaus bestrude the corpse: “ Arcaclians hear," Him the fierce Trojan follow'd through the field, Said be; “my message to your master bear: The holy coward fell: and, forc'd to yield, Such as the sire deserv'd, the son I send :

The prince stood o'er the priest; and at one blow It costs him dear to be the Phrygians' friend. Sent him an offering to the shades below. The lifeless body, tell him, I bestow,

His arms Seresthus on his shoulders bears, Unask'd, to rest his wandering ghost below.” Desigu'd a trophy to the god of wars. He said, and trampled down with all the force Vulcanian Ceculus renews the fight; Of his left foot, and spurn'd the wretched corse : And Umbro born upon the mountain's height. Then snatch'd the shining belt, with gold inlaid; The champion cheers his troops t encounter those; The belt Eurytion's artful hands had made : And seeks revenge bimself on other foes. Where fifty fatal brides, exprest to sight,

At Anxur's shield he drore, and at the blow All, in the compass of one mournful night, Both shield and arm to gronnd together go. Depriv'd their bridegrooms of returning light. Anxur had boasted much of magic charms, Jo an ill hour insulting Turnus tore

And thought he wore impenetrable arms; Those golden spoils, and in a worse he wore. So made by mutter'd spells: and from the sphera O mortals ! blind in fate, who never know

Had life secur'd in vain, for length of years. To bear high fortune, or endure the low!

Then Tarquitus the field in triumph trod; The time shall come, when Turmus, but in vain, A nymph his mother, and his sire a god. Shall wish untouch'd the trophies of the slain : Exulting in bright arms, he braves the prince; Shall wish the fatal belt were far away ;

With bis portended lance he makes defence: And curse the dire remembrance of the day. Bears back his feeble foe; then, pressing on,

The sad Arcadians from th' unhappy field, Arrests his better hand, and drags him down. Bear back the breathless body on a shield.

Stands o'er the prostrate wretch, and as he lay, O grace and grief of war! at once restor'd Vain tales inventing, and prepar'd to pray, With praises to thy sire, at once deplor'd.

Mows off his.head; the truok a moment stood, One day first sent thee to the fighting field, Then sunk, and roll'd along the sand in blood. Beheld whole heaps of foes in battle kill'd;

The vengeful victor thus upbraids the slain ; One day beheld thee dead, and borne upon thy Lie there, proud man, unpity'd on the plain : sbi Id.

Lie there, inglorious, and without a tomb, This dismal news, not from uncertain fame, Far from thy mother, and thy native home: But sad spectators, to the hero came:

Exposid to savage beasts, and birds of prey ; His friends upon the brink of ruin stand,

Or thrown for food to monsters of the sea.” Unless reliev'd by his victorious hand.

On Lycas and Antæus next be ran, He whirls his sword around, without delay, Two chiefs of Turnus, and who led his van. And bews through adverse foes an ample way; They fled for fear; with these he chas'd along To find fierce Turnus, of his conquest proud: Camers the yellow-lock'd, and Numa strong. Evander, Pallas, all that friendship ow'd

Both great in arms, and both were fair and young: To large deserts, are present to his eyes;

Camers was son to Volscens lately slain, His plighted hand, and hospitable ties.

In wealth surpassing all the Latian train, . Four sons of Sulino, four whom Ufens bred, And in Amvcla fix'd his silent easy reign. He took in fight, and living victiins led,

And as Ægeon, when with Heaven he strove, To please the ghost of Pallas; and expire

Stood opposite in arms to mighty Jove ; In sacrifice, before bis funeral fire.

Mov'd all his hundred hands, provok'd the war, At Magus next he threw: he stoop'd below Defy'd the forky lightning from afar: The flying spear, and shunn'd the promis'd blow: At fifty mouths bis Aaming breath expires, Then, creeping, clasp'd the hero's knees, and And flash for fash returns, and fires for fires : “ By:young lulus, by thy father's shade, (pray'd: In his right-hand as many swords he wields, O spare my life, and send me back to see

And takes the thunder on as many shields : My longing sire, and tender progeny.

Witla strength like his the Trojan hero stood, A lofty house I have, and wealth untold,

And soon the fields with falling crops were strow'd, In silver ingots, and in bars of gold :

When once his falchion found the taste of blood, All these, and sums besides, which see no day, With fury scarce to be conceiv'd, he ficw The ransom of this one poor life shall pay. Against Niphæus, whom four coursers drew. If I survive, shall Troy the less prevail ?

They, when they see the fiery ebief advance, A single soul's too light to turn the scale."

And pushing at their chests his pointed lance, He said. The hero sternly thus reply'd :

Wheeld with so swift a motion, mad with fear, “ Thy bars, and ingots, and the sums beside, They drew their master headlong from the chair : Leave for thy children's lot. Thy Turnus broke

They stare, they start, nor stop their course, All rules of war, by one relentless stroke,

before When Pallas fell : so deems, nor deems alone, They bear the bounding chariot to the shore. My father's shadow, but my living son."

Now Lucagus and Liger scour the plains, Å Thus having said, of kind reinorse bereft,

With two white steeds, but Liger holds the reinsa He seiz'd his helm, and dragg'd him with his left: And Lucagus the lofty seat maintains. Then with his right-hand, whilst his neck he Bold brethren both, the former ward in air wreath'd,

His flaming sword: Æneas couch'd his spear, Up ta tlac bilts his shining falchion sheath'de Unus'd to threats, and more unus'd to fear.

Then Liger thus: “Thy confidence is vain But if some secret meaning lies beneath,
To 'scape from hence, as from the Trojan plain : To save the short-liv'd youth from destin'd death :
Nor these the steeds which Diomede bestrode, Or if a farther thought you entertain,
Nor this the chariot where Achilles rode :

To change the fates, you feed your hopes in Nor Venus' veil is here, nor Neptune's shield:

vain." Thy fatal hour is come: and this the field.”

To whom the goddess thus, with weeping eyes: Thus Liger rainly vaunts: the Trojan peer

“And what if that request your tongue denies, Return'd his answer with his flying spear.

Your heart should grant; and not a short reprieve, As Lucagus to lash his horses bends,

But length of certain life to Turnus give? Prone to the wheels, and liis left foot protends, Now specdy death attends the quiltless youth, Prepard for flight, the fatal dart arrives,

If my presaging soul divines with truth: And through the border of his buckler drives; Which, O! I wish might err thro' causeless fears, Pass'd through, and pierc'd his groin ; the deadly And you (for you have power) prolong his years.” wound,

Thus having said, involv'd in clouds, she flies, Cast from his chariot, roll'd him on the ground. And drives a storm before her through the skies. Whom thus the chicf upbraids with scornful pite: Swift she descends, alighting on the plain, " Blame not the slowness of your steeds in flight; Where the fierce foes a dubious fight maintain. Vain shadows did not force their swift retreat: Of air condens'd, a spectre soon she made, But you yourself forsake your empty seat." Aud what Eneas was, such seem'd the shade. He said, and seiz'd at once the loosen'd rein Adorn'd with Dardan arms, the phantom bore (For Liger lay already ou the plain

His head aloft, a plumy crest he wore : By the same shock); then, stretching out his hands, This hand appear'd a shining sword to wield, The recreant thus bis wretched life demands : And that sustain'd an imitated shield: * Now by thyself, O more than mortal man ! With manly mien he stalk'd along the ground; By her and him froin wliom thy breath began, Nor wanted voice bely'd, nor vaunting sound. Who forin'd thee thus divine, I beg thee spare (Thus haunting ghosts appear to waking sight, This forfeit life, and hear thy suppliant's prayer."

Or dreadful visions in our dreams by night.) Thus much he spoke; and more he would have The spectre seems the Daunian chief to dare, said,

And flourishes his empty sword in air : But the stern hero turn'd aside his head,

At this advancing, Turnus hurl's his spear; And cut him short: “I hear another man, The phantom wheel'd, and seem'd to Ay for fear. You talk'd vot thus before the fight began :

Deluded Turnus thought the Trojan Aled, Now take your turn: and, as a brother should, Aud with vain hopes bis haughty fancy fed. Attend your brother to the Stygian flood:”

Whither, O coward!” (thus he calls aloud, Then through his breast his fatal sword he sent, Nor found he spoke to wind, and chas'd a cloud ;) And the soul issued at the gaping vent.

“Why thus forsake your bride! Receive from me As storms the skies, and torrents tear the ground, The fated land you sought so long by sea." Thus rag'd the prince, and scatter'd deaths around: He said ; and, brandishing at once his blade, At length Ascanius, and the Trojan train,

With eager pace pursu'd the flying shade. Broke from the camp, so long besieg'd in vain. By chance a ship was fasten'd to the shore, Meantime the king of gods and mortal man

Which from old Clusium king Osinius bore : Held conference with his queen, and thus began:

The plank was ready laid for safe ascent; “ My sister-goddess, and well pleasing wife, For shelter there the trembling shadow bent, Still think you Venus' aid supports the strife ; And skipp'd, and sculk'd, and under hatches went Sustains her Trojans, or themselves alone,

Exulting Turnus, with regardless baste, With inborn valour, force their fortune on?

Ascends the plank, and to the galley pass'd. How fierce in fight, with courage undecay'd !

Scarce had he reach'd the prow, Saturnia's hand Judge if such warriors want immortal aid.” The bausers cuts, and shoots the ship from land. To whom the goddess with the charming eyes,

With wind in poop, the vessel ploughs the sea, Soft in her tone, submissively replies :

And measures back with speed her former way. “Why, O my sorereign lord, whose frown I fear, Meantime Æneas seeks his absent foe, And cannot, unconcern'd, your anger bear; And sends his slaughter'd troops to shades below. Why urge you thus my grief? when, if I still The guileful phantom now forsook the shrowd, (As once I was) were mistress of your will,

And flew sublime, and vanish'd in a cloud. From your almighty power, your pleasing wife Too late young Turnus the delusion found, Might gain the grace of lengthening Turnus' life; Far on the sea, still making from the ground, Securely snatch him from the fatal fight;

Then, thankless for a life redeem'd by shame, And give him to his aged father's sight.

With sense of honour stung, and forfeit fame, Now let him perish, since you hold it good,

Pearful besides of what in fight had pass'd, And glut the Trojans with his pious blood.

His hands and haggard eyes to Heaven he cast. Yet from our lineage he derives his name,

“ () Jove!” he cry'd, “ for what offence have I And in the fourth degree from god Pilumnus came! Deserv'd to bear this endless infamy? Yet he devoutly pays you rites divine,

Whence am I forc'd, and whither am I borne, And offers daily incense at your shrine.”

How, and with what reproach, shall I return! Then shortly thus the sovereign god reply'd : Shall ever I behold the Latian plain, "Since in my power and goodness you confide; Or sce Laurentum's lofty towers again? If for a little space, a lengtben'd span,

What will they say of their deserting chief? You beg reprieve for this expiring man :

The war was mine, i Ry from their relief: grant you leave to take your Turnus hence, I led to slaughter, and in slaughter leave; From instant fate, and can so far dispense.

And ev'n from hence their dying groans receive

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