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Soon leaves the taken works and mounted walls, And oft his trembling knees their aid refuse,
Yet pressing foot by foot his foe pursues.
Thus, when a fearful stag is clos'd around His jointed armour rattles in the course.
With crimson toils, or in a river found; Like Eryx, or like Athos, great he shows,
High on the bank the deep-mouth'd hound appears; Or father Appenine, when, white with snows, Still opening, following still, where'er he steers > His head divine, obscure in clouds he hides, The persecuted creature to and fro, And shakes the sounding forest on his sides. Turns here and there, to 'scape his Umbrian foe:
The nations, overaw'd, surcease the fight, Steep is th' ascent, and if he gains the land, Immoveable their bodies, fixt their sight:
The purple death is pitch'd along the strand : Ev'n Death stands still; nor from above they throw His eager foe, deterinin'd to the chase, Their darts, nor drive their battering rams below. Stretch'd at his length, gains ground at every pace : In silent order ejther army stands;
Now to his beamy head he makes his way, And drop their swords, unknowing, from their And now he holds, or thinks he holds, bis prey: hands.
Just at the pinch the stag springs out with fear, Th’ Ausonian king beholds, with wondering sight, He bites the wind, and fills his sounding jaws with Two mighty champions match'd in single fight,
air. Born under climes remote, and brought by fate The rocks, the lakes, the meadows, ring with cries; With swords to try their titles to the state. The mortal tumult mounts, and thunders in the Now, in clos'd field, each other from afar
skies. They view; a id, rushing on, begin the war.
Thus flies the Daunian prince: and, flying, blames They lanch their spears, then hand to hand they His tardy troops : and, calling by their names, meet;
Demands his trusty sword. The Trojan threats The trembling soil resounds beneath their feet : The realm with ruin, and their ancient seats Their bucklers clash; thick blows descend from To lay in ashes, if they dare supply, high,
With arms or aid, his vanquish'd enemy: And fakes of fire from their hard helmets fly. Thus menacing, he still pursues the course Couiag conspires with chance; and both engage With vigour, though diminish'd of his force. With equal fortune yet, and mutual rage. Ten times, already, round the listed place
As when two bulls for their fair female fight, One chief had fed, and t’ other given the chase : Iu Sila's shades, or on Taburnus' height;
No trivial prize is play'd; for on the life With horns adverse they meet: the keeper fies : Or death of Turnus, now depends the strife. Mute stands the herd, the heifers roll their eyes, Within the space an olive-tree had stood, And wait th'event; which victor they shall bear, A sacred shade, a venerable wood, And who shall be the lord, to rule the lusty year : For vows to Faunus paid, the Latins' guardian god. With rage of love the jealous rivals buro, Here hung the vests, and tablets were engravid, And push for push, and wound for wound, return: Of sinking mariners from shipwreck sav'd. Their dewlaps gor'd, their sides are lav'd in blood : With beedless hands the Trojans fell’d the tree, Loud cries and roaring sounds rebellow through To make the ground enclos'd for combat free. the wood :
Deep in the root, whether by fate, or chance, Such was the combat in the listed ground; Or erring haste, the Trojan drove his lance: [free So clash their swords and so their shields resound. Then stoop'd, and tugg'd with force immense, to
Jove sets the beam; in either scale he lays Th’ encumber'd spear froin the tenacious tree : The champion's fate, and each exactly weighs. That whom bis fainting limbs pursued in vain, On this side life, and lucky chance ascends; His flying weapon might from far attain. Loaded with death, that other scale descends, Confus'd with fear, bereft with human aid, Rais'd on the stretch, young Turnus aims a blow Then Turnus to the gods, and first to Faunus Full on the helm of his unguarded for :
pray'd : Shrill shouts and clamours ring on either side: “O Faunus, pity, and, thou mother Farth, As hop s and fears their panting hearts divide. Where I, thy foster-son, receiv'd my birth, But all in pieces fies the traitor sword,
Hold fast the steel; if my religious hand And, in the middle stroke, deserts his lord. Your plant has honour'd, which your foes profan'd; Now ts but death, or fight : disarm'd he flies, Propitious hear my pious prayer !” He said, When in his band an unknown hilt he spies. Nor with successless vows invok'd the aid. Fame says that Turnus, when his steeds he join'd, Th’ incumbent hero wrenchi'd, and pull’d, and Hurrying to war, disorderd in his mind,
strain'd, Snatch'd the first weapon which his haste could find. But still the stubborn earth the steel detain'd. 'Twas not the fated sword his father bore;
Juturna took her time: and, while in vain But that his charioteer Metiscus wore.
He strove, assum'd Metiscus' form again : This, while the Trojans filed, the toughness held; And, in that imitated shape, restor'd, But vain agaiøst the great Vulcanian shield. To the despairing prince, his Daunian sword. The mortal-temper'd steel deceiv'd his hand : The queen of love, who, with disdain and grief, The shiver'd fragments shone amid the sand. Saw the bold nymph afford this prompt relief;
Surpris'd with fear, he fled along the field; T'assert her offspring with a greater deed, And now forthright, and now in orbits, wheeld. From the tough root the lingering weapon freedo For here the Trojan troops the list surround ; Once more erect, the rival chiefs advance; And there the pass is clos’d with pools and marshy One trusts the sword, and one the pointed lance: ground.
And both resolv'd, alike, to try their fatal chance. Æneas hastens, though with heavier pace,
Meantime imperial Jove to Juno spoke, His wound, so dewly knit, retards the chase: Who from a shining cloud beheld the shock:
" What new arrest, О queen of Heaven! is sent from blood so mixt, a pious race shall low;
Or greater offerings on your altars lay.”
To force the watery goddess from the wars. [pares And awful honour of a god elect,
Deep in the dismal regions, void of light, A wound unworthy of our state to feel;
Three daughters at a birth were born to Night: Patient of human hands, and earthly steel? These their brown mother, brooding on her care, Or seems it just, the sister should restore
Indulg'd with windy wings to fit in air; (hair.
Before the throne of angry Jove they stand,
The minds of mortal men with fears to fill;
Whene'er the moody sire, to wreak his hate Reclin'd upon my breast, thy grief unload; On realms, or towns, deserving of their fate, Who should relieve the goddess but the god? Hurls down diseases, death, and deadly care, Now, all things to their utmost issue tend; And terrifies the guilty world with war. Push'd by the fates to their appointed end : One sister-plagne of these from Heaven he sent, While leave was giv’n thee, and a lawful hour To fright Juturna with a dire portent For vengeance, wrath, and unresisted power : The pest comes whirling down: by far more slow Tost on the seas thou could'st thy foes distress, Springs the swist arrow from the Parthian bow, And driven ashore, with hostile arms oppress : Or Cydon yew; when traversing the skies, Deform the royal house, and from the side And drench'd in poisonous juice, the sure destruce Of the just bridegroom, tear the plighted bride:
tion flies. “Now cease at my command." The thunderer With such a sudden and unseen a flight, said ;
Shot through the clouds the daughter of the night. And, with dejected eyes, this answer Juno made: Soon as the field enclos'd she had in view, “ Because your dread decree too well I knew; And from afar her destin'd quarry knew : From Turnus and from Earth unwilling I withdrew. Contracted to the boding bird she turns, Else should you not behold me here alone,
Which haunts the ruin'd piles, and hallow'd urns, Involv'd in empty clouds, my friends bemoan; And beats about the tombs with nightly wings; But, girt with vengeful flames, in open sight, Where songs obscene on sepulchres she sings. Engag'd against my foes in mortal fight.
Thus lessen'd in her form, with frightful cries Tis true, Juturna mingled in the strife
The fury round unhappy Turnus flies,
A lazy chillness crept along his blood,
And stridour of her wing. Amaz'd with fear, And tir'd with fruitless toils, I loath the fight. Her beauteous breast she beat, and rent her flowing This let me beg (and this no fates withstand)
hair. Both for myself, and for your father's land; “Ah me," she cries, “ in this unequal strife, That when the nuptial bed shall bind the peace, What can thy sister more to save thy life! (Which I, since you ordain, consent to bless) Weak as I am, can I, alas! coniend The laws of either nation be the same;
In arins, with that inexorable fiend! But let the Latins still retain their name:
Now, now, I quit the field! forbear to fright Speak the same language which they spoke before; My tender soul, ye baleful birds of night! Wear the same habits which their grandsires wore : The lashing of your wings I know too well : Call them not Trojans : perish the renown
The sounding Aight, and funeral screams of Hell ! And name of Troy with that detested town; These are the gifts you bring from haughty Jove, Latium be Latium still; let Alba reign,
The worthy recompense of ravish'd love! And Rome's iminortal majesty remain."
Did he for this exempt my life from fate? Then thus the founder of mankind replies O hard conditions of immortal state! (Unrused was his front, serene his eyes):
Though born to death, not privileg'd to die, “Can Saturn's issue, and Heaven's other heir, But forc'd to bear impos'd eternity! Such endless anger in her bosom bear?
Take back your envious bribes, and let me go Be mistress, and your full desires obtain : Companion to my brother's ghost below! But quench the choler you fornent in vain. The joys are vanish'd: nothing now remains From ancient blood th’ Ausonian people sprung, Of life iminortal, but immortal pains. Shall keep their name, their habit, and their tongue. What carth will open her devouring womb, The Trojans to their customs shall be ty'd, To rest a weary goddess in the tomb !" I will, myself, their common rites provide ; She drew a length of sighs; nor more she said, The natives shall command, the foreigners subside. But in her azure inantle wrapp'd her head : All shall be Latium: Troy without a nanie : Theo plung'd into her stream, with deep despair, And her lost sons forget from whence they came. And hier last sobs came bubbling up in air.
Now stern Æneas waves his weighty spear Yet think ; oh think, if mercy may be shown, Against his foe, and thus upbraids his fear: (Thou hadst a father once, and hadst a son) : “ What farther subterfuge can Turnus find ? Pity my sire, now sinking to the grave; What empty hopes are harbour'd in his mind? And, for Anchises' sake, old Daunus sare! "Tis not thy swiftness can secure thy flight: Or, if they vow'd revenge, pursue my death; Not with their feet, but hands, the valiant fight. Give to my friends my body void of breath! Vary thy shape in thousand forms, and dare The Latian chiefs have seen me beg my life; What skill and courage can attempt in war: Thine is the conquest, thine the royal wife; Wish for the wings of wind to mount the sky; Against a yielded man, 'tis mean ignoble strife." Or bid within the hollow Earth to lie."
In deep suspence the Trojan seem'd to stand; The chainpiou shook his head, and made this short And, just appear'd to strike, repress'd his hand. reply :
He rolld his eyes, and every moment felt " No threats of thine my manly mind can move : His manly soul with more compassion melt. 'Tis hostile Heaven I dread; and partial Jove." When, casting down a casual glance, he spy'd He said no more; but, with a sigh, repress'd The golden belt that glitter'd on his side: The mighty sorrow in his swelling breast.
The fatal spoils which haughty Turnus tore Then, as he rollid his troubled eyes around, From dying Pallas, and in triumph wore. An antique stone he saw; the common bound Then, rous'd anew to wrath, he loudly cries Of neighbouring fields, and barrier of the ground: (Plames, while he spoke, came fiasbing from his So vast, that twelve strong men of modern days
eyes); Th' enormous weight from earth could hardly raise. “ Traitor, dost thou, dost thou to grace pretend, He heav'd it at a lift : and, pois'd on high, Clad, as thou art, in trophies of my friend? Ran, staggering on, against his enemy.
To his sad soul a grateful offering go; But so disorder'd, that he scarcely knew
'Tis Pallas, Pallas gives this deadly blow." His way; or what unwieldy weight he threw. He rais'd bis arm aloft ; and at the word, His knocking knees are bent beneath the load; Deep in his bosom drove the shining sword. And shivering cold congeals his vital blood.
The streaming blood distain'd bis arms around, The stone drops from his arms; and falling short, And the disdainful soul came rashing through the For want of vigour, mocks his vain effort.
wound. And as, when heavy sleep has clos'd the sight, The sickly fancy labours in the night:
POSTCRIPT. We seem to run ; and destitute of force, Our sinking limbs forsake us in the course : What Virgil wrote in the vigour of his age, in In vain we heave for breath; in vain we cry: plenty and at ease, I have undertaken to transThe nerves unbrac'd their usual strength deny, late in my declining years : struggling with wants, And on the tongue the faultering accents die : oppressed with sickness, curbed in my genius, So Turnus far'd, whatever means he try'd, liable to be misconstrued in all I write; and my All force of arms, and points of art employ'd, judges, if they are not very equitable, already The fury flew atbwart, and made th’ endea rour prejudiced against me, by the lying character void.
which has been given them of my morals. Yet, A thousand various thoughts his soul confound : steady to my principles, and not dispirited with He star'd about; nor aid nor issue found:
my afflictions, I wave, by the blessing of God on His own men stop the pass, and his own walls my endeavours, overcome all difficulties; and, in surround.
some measure, acquitted myself of the debt which Once more he pauses, and looks out again; I owed the public, when I undertook this work. And seeks the goddess charioteer in vain.
In the first place, therefore, I thankfully acknowTrembling, he views the thundering chief advance, ledge to the Almighty Power, the assistance he And brandishing aloft the deadly lance:
has given me in the beginning, the prosecution, Amaz'd he cowers beneath his conquering foe, and conclusion of my present studies, which are Forgets to ward, and waits the coming blow. more happily performed, than I could have proAstonish'd while he stands, and fixt with fear, mised to myself, when I laboured under such disAim'd at his shield he sees th' impending spear. couragements. For what I have done, imperfect
The hero measur'd first, with narrow view, as it is, for want of health and leisure to correct The destin'd mark: and, rising as he threw, it, will be judged in after-ages, and possibly in With its full swing the fatal weapon flew.
the present, to be no dishonour to my native country; Not with less rage the rattling thunder falls, whose language and poetry would be more esteemOr stores from battering engines break the walls : ed abroad, if they were better understood. SomeSwift as a whirlwind, from an arm so stroug, what (give me leave to say) I have added to both The lance drove on; and bore the death along. of them, in the choice of words, and harmony Nought could his seven-fold shield the prince avail, of numbers, which were wanting, especially the Nor aught beneath his arms the coat of mail; last, in all our poets, even in those who, being It pierc'd through all ; and, with a grisly wound, endued with genius, yet have not cultivated their Transfix'd his thigh, and doubled him to ground. mother-tongue with sufficient care; or, relying With groans the Latins rend the vaulted sky: on the beauty of their thoughts, have judged the Woods, bills, and valleys, to the voice reply. ornament of words, and sweetness of sound, unNow low on earth the lofty chief is laid,
necessary. One is for raking in Chaucer (out With eyes cast upwards, and with arms display'd; English Ennius) for antiquated words, which are And recreant thus to the prond victor pray'd : never to be revived, but when sound or signifi“I know my death deserv'd, nor hope to live : cancy is wanting in the present language. But Use what the gods and thy good fortune give. many of his deserve pot this redemption, any
more than the crowds of men who daily die, or shortest, and the most judicious. Pabrini I had are slain for sixpence in a battle, merit to be re- also sent me from Italy; but either he understands stored to life, if a wish could revive them. Others Virgil but very imperfectly, or I have no knowhave no ear for verse, nor choice of words, nor ledge of my author. distinction of thoughts; but mingle farthings with Being invited, by that worthy gentleman sir their gold to make up the sum. Here is a field of William Bowyer, to Denhamn-court, I translated satire opened to me: but, since the Revolution, the first Georgic at his house, and the greatest have wholly renounced that talent. For who part of the last Æneid. A more friendly enterwonld give physic to the great, when he is un- tainment no man ever found. Nor wonder, there. called, to do his patient no good, and endanger forc, if both those versions surpass the rest, and himself for his prescription? Neither am I igno- own the satisfaction I received in his converse, rant, but I may justly be condemned for many of with whom I had the honour to be bred in Cam. those faults, of which I have too liberally arraigned bridge, and in the same college. The seventh others.
Æneid was made English at Burleigh, the mag. Cynthius aurem vellit, & admonuit. nificent abode of the earl of Exeter: in a village
belonging to his family I was born, and under his It is enough for me, if the government will let me roof i endeavoured to make that Æneid appear in pass unquestioned. In the mean time, I am oblig- English with as much lustre as I could : though ed, in gratitude, to return my thanks to many of my author has not given the finishing strokes either them, who have not only distinguished me from to it, or to the eleventh, as I perhaps could prove others of the same party, by a particular excep- in both, if I durst presume to criticise my mastion of grace; but, without considering the man, have been bountiful to the poet: have encouraged By a letter from William Walsh, of Alberly, Virgil to speak such English as I could teach hin, esq. (who has so long honoured me with his friendand reward his interpreter, for the pains he has ship, and who, without tattery, is the best critic taken, in bringing him over into Britain, by de- of our nation) I have been informed, that his grace fraying the charges of his voyage. Even Cer- the duke of Shrewsbury has procured a printed berus, when he had received the sop, permitted copy of the Pastorals, Georgies, and six first Æneas to pass freely to Elysium. Had it been Æneids, from my bookseller, and has read them offered me, and I had refus'd it, yet still some in the country, together with my friend. This gratitude is due to such who were willing to oblige noble person having been pleased to give them a me. But how much more to those from whom commendation, which I presume not to insert; have received the favours which they have offered to has made me vain enough to boast of so great a one of a different persuasion ? amongst whom I favour, and to think I have succeeded beyond my cannot omit naming the earls of Derby and of hopes; the character of his excellent judgment, Peterborough. To the first of these, I have not the acuteness of his wit, and his general knowthe honour to be known; and therefore his libera- ledge of good letters, being known as well to all lity was as much unexpected, as it was undeserved. the world, as the sweetness of his disposition, his The present earl of Peterborough has been pleased humanity, his easiness of access, and desire of long since to accept the tenders of my service: his obliging those who stand in need of his protection, favours are so frequent to me, that I receive them are known to all who have approached him; and almost by prescription. No difference of interests to me in particular, who have formerly bad the or opinion have been able to withdraw his pro- honour of his conversation. Whoever has given tection from me: and I might justly be con- the world the translation of part of the third demned for the most unthankful of mankind, if I Georgic, which he calls The Power of Love, has did not always preserve for him a most profound put me to sufficient pains to make my own not inrespect and inviolable gratitude. I must also add, ferior to his : as my lord Roscommon's Silenus that if the last Æneid shine among its fellows, it had formerly given me the same trouble. The is owing to the commands of sir William Trumball,| most ingenious Mr. Addison, of Oxford, has also been one of the principal secretaries of state, who re- as troublesome to me as the other two, and on the commended it, as his favourite, to my care; and, same account. After his bees, my latter swarm is for his sake particularly, I have made it mine. scarcely worth the hiving. Mr. Cowley's Praise For who would confess weariness, when he enjoined of a Country Life is excellent; but is rather an a fresh labour? I could not but invoke the assist- imitation of Virgil, than a version. That I have ance of a Muse, for this last office.
recovered in some measure the health which I had Extreinum hunc Arethusa :
lost by too much application to this work, is owNegat quis carmina Gallo?
ing, next to God's mercy, to the skill and care of
Dr. Guibbons and Dr. Hobbs, the two ornaments Neither am I to forget the noble present which of their profession; whom I can only pay by this tas made me by Gilbert Dolben, esg. the worthy acknowledgment. The whole faculty has always son of the late archbishop of York; who, when I be- been ready to oblige me: and the only one of gan this work, enriched me with all the several them, who endeavoured to defame me, had it not editions of Virgil, and all the commentaries of in his power'. those editions in Latin ; amongst which, I could not but prefer the Dauphine's, as the last, thel
Sir Richard Blackmore.
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
LORD CHAMBERLAIN OF
KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE ORDER OF TNE
It is true, I have one privilege which is almost TRANSLATIONS FROM JUVENAL particular to myself, that I saw you in the east
at your first arising above the hemisphere : I was as soon sensible as any man of that light, when it
was but just shooting out, and beginning to travel CHARLES,
upward to the meridian. I made my early adEARL OF DORSET AND MIDDLESEX,
dresses to your lordship, in my Essay of Dramatic HIS MAJESTY's morsehold, Poetry; and therein bespoke you to the world,
wherein I have the right of a first discoverer. When I was myself in the rudiments of my Poetry,
without name or reputation in the world, having The wishes and desires of all good men, which
rather the ambition of a writer, than the skill; have attended your lordship from your first ap- when I was drawing the out-lines of an art, without pearance in the world, are at length accomplished, any living master to instruct me in it; an art in your obtaining those honours and diguities, which had been better praised than studied here which you have so long deserved. There are no
in England, wherein Shakspeare, who created the factions, though irreconcileable to one another, stage among us, had rather written happily, than that are not united in their affection to you, and knowingly and justly: and Jonson, who, by study. the respect they pay you. They are equally ing Horace, had been acquainted with the rules, pleased in your prosperity, and would be equally yet seemed to envy posterity that knowledge, and concerned in your amiction. Titus Vespasian was
like an inventor of some useful art, to make a not more the delight of human-kind. The uni- monopoly of his learning: when thus, as I may versal empire made him only more known, and
say, before the use of the loadstone, or knowmore powerful, but could not make him more
ledge of the compass, I was sailing in a vast beloved. He had greater ability of doing good, occan, without other help than the pole-star of but your inclination to it is not less : and though the ancients, and the rules of the French stage you could not extend your beneficence to so many amongst the moderns, which are extremely differpersons, yet you have lost as few days as that
ent from ours, by reason of their opposite taste; excellent emperor, and never had his complaint to
yet, even then, I had the presumption to dedicate make when you went to bed, that the Sun had
to your lordship: a very unfinished piece, I must shone upon you in vain, when you had the oppor- confess, and which only can be excused by the tunity of relieving some unhappy man.
little experience of the author, and the modesty lord, has justly acquired you as many friends as of the title, An Essay. Yet I was stronger in there are persons who have the honour to be prophecy than I was in criticism; I was inspired known to you: mere acquaintance you have none; to foretel you to mankind, as the restorer of you have drawn them all into a nearer line; and poetry, the greatest genius, the truest judge, and they who have conversed with you are for ever
the best patron. after inviolably yours. This is a truth so generally Good sense and good nature are never separated, acknowledged, that it needs no proof: it is of the though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. nature of a first principle, which is received as
Good nature, by which I mean beneficence and soon as it is proposed ; and needs not the reforma- candour, is the product of right reason; which of tion which Descartes uscd to bis: for we doubt
necessity will give allowance to the failings of not, neither can we properly say, we think we
others, by considering that there is nothing perfect admire and love you, above all other den: there in mankind; and, by distinguishiog that which is a certainty in the proposition, and we know it.
comes nearest to excelleney, though not absolutely With the same assurance can I say, you neither free from faults, will certainly produce a candour have enemies, nor can scarce have any; for they in the judge. It is incident to an elevated underwho have never heard of you, can neither love standing, like your lordship’s, to ind out the or hate you; and they who have, can have no errours of other men : but it is your prerogative to other notion of you, than that which they receive pardon them; to look with pleasure on those from the public, that you are the best of men. things, which are somewhat congenial, and of After this, my testimony can be of no farther use, a remote kindred to your own conceptions; and to than to declare it to be day-light at high noon: and forgise the many failings of those, who, with all who have the benefit of sight, cau look up as their wretched art, cannot arrive to those heights well and see tbe Sun.
that you possess from a happs, abundant, and