Virgil

“ And haughty Juno's unrelenting Hate;
Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan Shoar:
Long Labours, both by Sea and Land he bore
And in the doubtful War, before he won ⁠5
The Latian Realm, and built the destin'd Town:
His banish'd Gods restor'd to Rites Divine,
And setl'd sure Succession in his Line:
From whence the Race of Alban Fathers come,
And the long Glories of Majestick Rome.⁠10
O Muse! the Causes and the Crimes relate,
What Goddess was provok'd, and whence her hate:
For what Offence the Queen of Heav'n began
To persecute so brave, so just a Man! ”

“ Dispers'd and dash'd the rest upon the Rocky Shoar.
Those few you see escap'd the Storm, and fear,
Unless you interpose, a Shipwreck here;
What Men, what Monsters, what inhuman Race, ⁠760
What Laws, what barb'rous Customs of the Place,
Shut up a desart Shoar to drowning Men,
And drive us to the cruel Seas agen!
If our hard Fortune no Compassion draws,
Nor hospitable Rights, nor human Laws, ⁠765
The Gods are just, and will revenge our Cause. ”

“ When in the Dance the graceful Goddess leads
The Quire of Nymphs, and overtops their Heads.
Known by her Quiver, and her lofty Meen,
She walks Majestick, and the looks their Queen:
Latona sees her shine above the rest, ⁠705
And feeds with secret Joy her silent Breast.
Such Dido was; with such becoming State,
Amidst the Crowd, the walks serenely great.
Their Labour to her future Sway she speeds,
And passing with a gracious Glance proceeds: ⁠710
Then mounts the Throne, high plac'd before the Shrine;
In Crowds around the swarming People join. ”

“ The Tyrant Æolus from his Airy Throne,
With Pow'r Imperial curbs the strugling Winds,⁠80
And sounding Tempests in dark Prisons binds.
This Way, and that, th' impatient Captives tend,
And pressing for Release, the Mountains rend;
High in his Hall, th' undaunted Monarch stands,
And shakes his Scepter, and their Rage commands:⁠85
Which did he not, their unresisted Sway
Wou'd sweep the World before them, in their Way:
Earth, Air, and Seas through empty Space wou'd rowl,
And Heav'n would fly before the driving Soul. ”

“ Mad are their Motions, and their Tongues are loud;
And Stones and Brands in ratling Vollies fly,⁠215
And all the Rustick Arms that Fury can supply:
If then some grave and Pious Man appear,
They hush their Noise, and lend a list'ning Ear;
He sooths with sober Words their angry Mood,
And quenches their innate Desire of Blood: ⁠220
So when the Father of the Flood appears,
And o'er the Seas his Sov'raign Trident rears,
Their Fury falls: He skims the liquid Plains,
High on his Chariot, and with loosen'd Reins,
Majestick moves along, and awful Peace maintains. ”

“ Who has not heard the story of your Woes?
The Name and Fortune of your Native Place,
The Fame and Valour of the Phrygian Race? ⁠795
We Tyrians are not so devoid of Sense,
Nor so remote from Phœbus influence.
Whether to Latian Shores your Course is bent,
Or driv'n by Tempests from your first intent,
You seek the good Acestes Government; ⁠800
Your Men shall be receiv'd, your Fleet repair'd,
And sail, with Ships of Convoy for your guard;
Or, wou'd you stay, and join your friendly Pow'rs,
To raise and to defend the Tyrian Tow'rs;
My Wealth, my City, and my Self are yours. ”

“ With Words like these: Ah! whither dost thou fly?
Unkind and cruel, to deceive your Son
In borrow'd Shapes, and his Embrace to shun: ⁠565
Never to bless my Sight, but thus unknown;
And still to speak in Accents not your own.
Against the Goddess these Complaints he made;
But took the Path, and her Commands obey'd.
They march obscure, for Venus kindly shrowds, ⁠570
With Mists, their Persons, and involves in Clouds:
That, thus unseen, their Passage none might stay,
Or force to tell the Causes of their Way.
This part perform'd, the Goddess flies sublime,
To visit Paphos ”

“ The raging Winds rush through the hollow Wound,
And dance aloft in Air, and skim along the Ground:
Then setling on the Sea, the Surges sweep;
Raise liquid Mountains, and disclose the deep. ⁠125
South, East, and West, with mix'd Confusion roar,
And rowl the foaming Billows to the Shoar.
The Cables crack, the Sailors fearful Cries
Ascend; and sable Night involves the Skies ”

“ The Pow'r of Tempests, and of Winds has giv'n:
Thy Force alone their Fury can restrain,
And smooth the Waves, or swell the troubl'd Main.
A race of wand'ring Slaves, abhorr'd by me, ⁠101
With prosp'rous Passage cut the Thuscan Sea:
To fruitful Italy their Course they steer,
And for their vanquish'd Gods design new Temples there.
Raise all thy Winds, with Night involve the Skies ”

“ Admonish'd thus, and seiz'd with mortal fright,⁠495
The Queen provides Companions of her flight:
They meet; and all combine to leave the State,
Who hate the Tyrant, or who fear his hate.
They seize a Fleet, which ready rigg'd they find:
Nor is Pigmalion's Treasure left behind.⁠500
The Vessels, heavy laden, put to Sea
With prosp'rous Winds; a Woman leads the way. ”

“ Endure, and conquer; Jove will soon dispose
To future Good, our past and present Woes.
With me, the Rocks of Scylla you have try'd;
Th' inhuman Cyclops, and his Den defy'd.⁠280
What greater Ills hereafter you can bear?
Resume your Courage, and dismiss your Care.
An Hour will come, with Pleasure to relate
Your Sorrows past, as Benefits of Fate.
Through various Hazards, and Events we move⁠285
To Latium, and the Realms foredoom'd by Jove.
Call'd to the Seat, (the Promise of the Skies,)
Where Trojan Kingdoms once again may rise. ”

“ The Winds are chang'd, your Friends from danger free,
Or I renounce my Skill in Augury.
Twelve Swans behold, in beauteous order move,
And stoop with closing Pinions from above:⁠545
Whom late the Bird of jove had driv'n along,
And through the Clouds pursu'd the scattring Throng:
Now all united in a goodly Team,
They skim the Ground, and seek the quiet Stream.
As they, with Joy returning, clap their Wings,⁠550
And ride the Circuit of the Skies in Rings:
Not otherwise your Ships, and ev'ry Friend,
Already hold the Port, or with swift Sails descend. ”

“ The Trojans, after a Seven Years Voyage, set sail for Italy, but are overtaken by a dreadful Storm, which Æolus raises at Juno's Request. The Tempest sinks one, and scatters the rest: Neptune drives off the Winds, and calms the Sea. Æneas with his own Ship, and six more, arrives safe at an Affrican Port. Venus complains to Jupiter of her Son's Misfortunes. ”

“ Remov'd from Latium, and the promis'd Throne.
Are these our Scepters? These our due Rewards?
And is it thus that Jove his plighted Faith Regards?
To whom, the Father of th' immortal Race,⁠346
Smiling with that serene indulgent Face,
With which he drives the Clouds, and clears the Skies:
First gave a holy Kiss; then thus replies.
⁠Daughter, dismiss thy Fears: To thy desire⁠350
The Fates of thine are fix'd, and stand entire. ”

“ Ev'n haughty Juno, who, with endless Broils,⁠380
Earth, Seas, and Heav'n, and Jove himself turmoils;
At length atton'd, her friendly Pow'r shall joyn,
To cherish and advance the Trojan Line.
The subjećt World shall Rome's Dominion own,
And, prostrate, shall adore the Nation of the Gown.
An Age is ripening in revolving Fate,⁠386
When Troy shall overturn the Grecian State:
And sweet Revenge her conqu'ring Sons shall call,
To crush the People that conspir'd her Fall.
Then Cæsar from the Julian Stock shall rise,⁠390
Whose Empire Ocean, and whose Fame the Skies
Alone shall bound. ”

“ Restore their Strength with Meat, and chear their Souls with Wine.
Their Hunger thus appeas'd, their Care attends⁠300
The doubtful Fortune of their absent Friends:
Alternate Hopes and Fears their Minds possess,
Whether to deem 'em dead, or in Distress. ”

“ First, good Achates, with repeated stroaks⁠245
Of clashing Flints, their hidden Fire provokes;
Short Flame succeeds, a Bed of wither'd Leaves
The dying Sparkles in their Fall receives:
Caught into Life, in smoaking Fumes they rise,
And, fed with stronger Food, invade the Skies.⁠250
The Trojans, dropping wet, or stand around
The chearful blaze, or lye along the Ground:
Some dry their Corn infected with the Brine,
Then grind with Marbles, and prepare to dine.
Æneas climbs the Mountain's airy Brow,⁠255
And takes a Prospect of the Seas below:
If Capys thence, or Antheus he cou'd spy ”

“ And cleaves with all his Wings the yielding Skies.
Soon on the Lybian Shoar descends the God;
Performs his Message, and displays his Rod:⁠415
The surly Murmurs of the People cease,
And, as the Fates requir'd, they give the Peace.
The Queen her self suspends the rigid Laws,
The Trojans pities, and protects their Cause.
⁠Mean time, in Shades of Night Æneas lies;⁠420
Care seiz'd his Soul, and Sleep forsook his Eyes. ”