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Reader | Aeneid, Book 8
Aeneid
Virgil
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| John Dryden | English |
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Primary When Turnus had assembled all his pow'rs, Line 1Permalink |
Primary His standard planted on Laurentum's tow'rs; Line 2Permalink |
Primary When now the sprightly trumpet, from afar, Line 3Permalink |
Primary Had giv'n the signal of approaching war, Line 4Permalink |
Primary Had rous'd the neighing steeds to scour the fields, Line 5Permalink |
Primary While the fierce riders clatter'd on their shields; Line 6Permalink |
Primary Trembling with rage, the Latian youth prepare Line 7Permalink |
Primary To join th' allies, and headlong rush to war. Line 8Permalink |
Primary Fierce Ufens, and Messapus, led the crowd, Line 9Permalink |
Primary With bold Mezentius, who blasphem'd aloud. Line 10Permalink |
Primary These thro' the country took their wasteful course, Line 11Permalink |
Primary The fields to forage, and to gather force. Line 12Permalink |
Primary Then Venulus to Diomede they send, Line 13Permalink |
Primary To beg his aid Ausonia to defend, Line 14Permalink |
Primary Declare the common danger, and inform Line 15Permalink |
Primary The Grecian leader of the growing storm: Line 16Permalink |
Primary Aeneas, landed on the Latian coast, Line 17Permalink |
Primary With banish'd gods, and with a baffled host, Line 18Permalink |
Primary Yet now aspir'd to conquest of the state, Line 19Permalink |
Primary And claim'd a title from the gods and fate; Line 20Permalink |
Primary What num'rous nations in his quarrel came, Line 21Permalink |
Primary And how they spread his formidable name. Line 22Permalink |
Primary What he design'd, what mischief might arise, Line 23Permalink |
Primary If fortune favor'd his first enterprise, Line 24Permalink |
Primary Was left for him to weigh, whose equal fears, Line 25Permalink |
Primary And common interest, was involv'd in theirs. Line 26Permalink |
Primary While Turnus and th' allies thus urge the war, Line 27Permalink |
Primary The Trojan, floating in a flood of care, Line 28Permalink |
Primary Beholds the tempest which his foes prepare. Line 29Permalink |
Primary This way and that he turns his anxious mind; Line 30Permalink |
Primary Thinks, and rejects the counsels he design'd; Line 31Permalink |
Primary Explores himself in vain, in ev'ry part, Line 32Permalink |
Primary And gives no rest to his distracted heart. Line 33Permalink |
Primary So, when the sun by day, or moon by night, Line 34Permalink |
Primary Strike on the polish'd brass their trembling light, Line 35Permalink |
Primary The glitt'ring species here and there divide, Line 36Permalink |
Primary And cast their dubious beams from side to side; Line 37Permalink |
Primary Now on the walls, now on the pavement play, Line 38Permalink |
Primary And to the ceiling flash the glaring day. Line 39Permalink |
Primary 'T was night; and weary nature lull'd asleep Line 40Permalink |
Primary The birds of air, and fishes of the deep, Line 41Permalink |
Primary And beasts, and mortal men. The Trojan chief Line 42Permalink |
Primary Was laid on Tiber's banks, oppress'd with grief, Line 43Permalink |
Primary And found in silent slumber late relief. Line 44Permalink |
Primary Then, thro' the shadows of the poplar wood, Line 45Permalink |
Primary Arose the father of the Roman flood; Line 46Permalink |
Primary An azure robe was o'er his body spread, Line 47Permalink |
Primary A wreath of shady reeds adorn'd his head: Line 48Permalink |
Primary Thus, manifest to sight, the god appear'd, Line 49Permalink |
Primary And with these pleasing words his sorrow cheer'd: Line 50Permalink |
Primary "Undoubted offspring of ethereal race, Line 51Permalink |
Primary O long expected in this promis'd place! Line 52Permalink |
Primary Who thro' the foes hast borne thy banish'd gods, Line 53Permalink |
Primary Restor'd them to their hearths, and old abodes; Line 54Permalink |
Primary This is thy happy home, the clime where fate Line 55Permalink |
Primary Ordains thee to restore the Trojan state. Line 56Permalink |
Primary Fear not! The war shall end in lasting peace, Line 57Permalink |
Primary And all the rage of haughty Juno cease. Line 58Permalink |
Primary And that this nightly vision may not seem Line 59Permalink |
Primary Th' effect of fancy, or an idle dream, Line 60Permalink |
Primary A sow beneath an oak shall lie along, Line 61Permalink |
Primary All white herself, and white her thirty young. Line 62Permalink |
Primary When thirty rolling years have run their race, Line 63Permalink |
Primary Thy son Ascanius, on this empty space, Line 64Permalink |
Primary Shall build a royal town, of lasting fame, Line 65Permalink |
Primary Which from this omen shall receive the name. Line 66Permalink |
Primary Time shall approve the truth. For what remains, Line 67Permalink |
Primary And how with sure success to crown thy pains, Line 68Permalink |
Primary With patience next attend. A banish'd band, Line 69Permalink |
Primary Driv'n with Evander from th' Arcadian land, Line 70Permalink |
Primary Have planted here, and plac'd on high their walls; Line 71Permalink |
Primary Their town the founder Pallanteum calls, Line 72Permalink |
Primary Deriv'd from Pallas, his great-grandsire's name: Line 73Permalink |
Primary But the fierce Latians old possession claim, Line 74Permalink |
Primary With war infesting the new colony. Line 75Permalink |
Primary These make thy friends, and on their aid rely. Line 76Permalink |
Primary To thy free passage I submit my streams. Line 77Permalink |
Primary Wake, son of Venus, from thy pleasing dreams; Line 78Permalink |
Primary And, when the setting stars are lost in day, Line 79Permalink |
Primary To Juno's pow'r thy just devotion pay; Line 80Permalink |
Primary With sacrifice the wrathful queen appease: Line 81Permalink |
Primary Her pride at length shall fall, her fury cease. Line 82Permalink |
Primary When thou return'st victorious from the war, Line 83Permalink |
Primary Perform thy vows to me with grateful care. Line 84Permalink |
Primary The god am I, whose yellow water flows Line 85Permalink |
Primary Around these fields, and fattens as it goes: Line 86Permalink |
Primary Tiber my name; among the rolling floods Line 87Permalink |
Primary Renown'd on earth, esteem'd among the gods. Line 88Permalink |
Primary This is my certain seat. In times to come, Line 89Permalink |
Primary My waves shall wash the walls of mighty Rome." Line 90Permalink |
Primary He said, and plung'd below. While yet he spoke, Line 91Permalink |
Primary His dream Aeneas and his sleep forsook. Line 92Permalink |
Primary He rose, and looking up, beheld the skies Line 93Permalink |
Primary With purple blushing, and the day arise. Line 94Permalink |
Primary Then water in his hollow palm he took Line 95Permalink |
Primary From Tiber's flood, and thus the pow'rs bespoke: Line 96Permalink |
Primary "Laurentian nymphs, by whom the streams are fed, Line 97Permalink |
Primary And Father Tiber, in thy sacred bed Line 98Permalink |
Primary Receive Aeneas, and from danger keep. Line 99Permalink |
Primary Whatever fount, whatever holy deep, Line 100Permalink |
Primary Conceals thy wat'ry stores; where'er they rise, Line 101Permalink |
Primary And, bubbling from below, salute the skies; Line 102Permalink |
Primary Thou, king of horned floods, whose plenteous urn Line 103Permalink |
Primary Suffices fatness to the fruitful corn, Line 104Permalink |
Primary For this thy kind compassion of our woes, Line 105Permalink |
Primary Shalt share my morning song and ev'ning vows. Line 106Permalink |
Primary But, O be present to thy people's aid, Line 107Permalink |
Primary And firm the gracious promise thou hast made!" Line 108Permalink |
Primary Thus having said, two galleys from his stores, Line 109Permalink |
Primary With care he chooses, mans, and fits with oars. Line 110Permalink |
Primary Now on the shore the fatal swine is found. Line 111Permalink |
Primary Wondrous to tell!- She lay along the ground: Line 112Permalink |
Primary Her well-fed offspring at her udders hung; Line 113Permalink |
Primary She white herself, and white her thirty young. Line 114Permalink |
Primary Aeneas takes the mother and her brood, Line 115Permalink |
Primary And all on Juno's altar are bestow'd. Line 116Permalink |
Primary The foll'wing night, and the succeeding day, Line 117Permalink |
Primary Propitious Tiber smooth'd his wat'ry way: Line 118Permalink |
Primary He roll'd his river back, and pois'd he stood, Line 119Permalink |
Primary A gentle swelling, and a peaceful flood. Line 120Permalink |
Primary The Trojans mount their ships; they put from shore, Line 121Permalink |
Primary Borne on the waves, and scarcely dip an oar. Line 122Permalink |
Primary Shouts from the land give omen to their course, Line 123Permalink |
Primary And the pitch'd vessels glide with easy force. Line 124Permalink |
Primary The woods and waters wonder at the gleam Line 125Permalink |
Primary Of shields, and painted ships that stem the stream. Line 126Permalink |
Primary One summer's night and one whole day they pass Line 127Permalink |
Primary Betwixt the greenwood shades, and cut the liquid glass. Line 128Permalink |
Primary The fiery sun had finish'd half his race, Line 129Permalink |
Primary Look'd back, and doubted in the middle space, Line 130Permalink |
Primary When they from far beheld the rising tow'rs, Line 131Permalink |
Primary The tops of sheds, and shepherds' lowly bow'rs, Line 132Permalink |
Primary Thin as they stood, which, then of homely clay, Line 133Permalink |
Primary Now rise in marble, from the Roman sway. Line 134Permalink |
Primary These cots (Evander's kingdom, mean and poor) Line 135Permalink |
Primary The Trojan saw, and turn'd his ships to shore. Line 136Permalink |
Primary 'T was on a solemn day: th' Arcadian states, Line 137Permalink |
Primary The king and prince, without the city gates, Line 138Permalink |
Primary Then paid their off'rings in a sacred grove Line 139Permalink |
Primary To Hercules, the warrior son of Jove. Line 140Permalink |
Primary Thick clouds of rolling smoke involve the skies, Line 141Permalink |
Primary And fat of entrails on his altar fries. Line 142Permalink |
Primary But, when they saw the ships that stemm'd the flood, Line 143Permalink |
Primary And glitter'd thro' the covert of the wood, Line 144Permalink |
Primary They rose with fear, and left th' unfinish'd feast, Line 145Permalink |
Primary Till dauntless Pallas reassur'd the rest Line 146Permalink |
Primary To pay the rites. Himself without delay Line 147Permalink |
Primary A jav'lin seiz'd, and singly took his way; Line 148Permalink |
Primary Then gain'd a rising ground, and call'd from far: Line 149Permalink |
Primary "Resolve me, strangers, whence, and what you are; Line 150Permalink |
Primary Your bus'ness here; and bring you peace or war?" Line 151Permalink |
Primary High on the stern Aeneas his stand, Line 152Permalink |
Primary And held a branch of olive in his hand, Line 153Permalink |
Primary While thus he spoke: "The Phrygians' arms you see, Line 154Permalink |
Primary Expell'd from Troy, provok'd in Italy Line 155Permalink |
Primary By Latian foes, with war unjustly made; Line 156Permalink |
Primary At first affianc'd, and at last betray'd. Line 157Permalink |
Primary This message bear: 'The Trojans and their chief Line 158Permalink |
Primary Bring holy peace, and beg the king's relief.' Line 159Permalink |
Primary Struck with so great a name, and all on fire, Line 160Permalink |
Primary The youth replies: "Whatever you require, Line 161Permalink |
Primary Your fame exacts. Upon our shores descend. Line 162Permalink |
Primary A welcome guest, and, what you wish, a friend." Line 163Permalink |
Primary He said, and, downward hasting to the strand, Line 164Permalink |
Primary Embrac'd the stranger prince, and join'd his hand. Line 165Permalink |
Primary Conducted to the grove, Aeneas broke Line 166Permalink |
Primary The silence first, and thus the king bespoke: Line 167Permalink |
Primary "Best of the Greeks, to whom, by fate's command, Line 168Permalink |
Primary I bear these peaceful branches in my hand, Line 169Permalink |
Primary Undaunted I approach you, tho' I know Line 170Permalink |
Primary Your birth is Grecian, and your land my foe; Line 171Permalink |
Primary From Atreus tho' your ancient lineage came, Line 172Permalink |
Primary And both the brother kings your kindred claim; Line 173Permalink |
Primary Yet, my self-conscious worth, your high renown, Line 174Permalink |
Primary Your virtue, thro' the neighb'ring nations blown, Line 175Permalink |
Primary Our fathers' mingled blood, Apollo's voice, Line 176Permalink |
Primary Have led me hither, less by need than choice. Line 177Permalink |
Primary Our founder Dardanus, as fame has sung, Line 178Permalink |
Primary And Greeks acknowledge, from Electra sprung: Line 179Permalink |
Primary Electra from the loins of Atlas came; Line 180Permalink |
Primary Atlas, whose head sustains the starry frame. Line 181Permalink |
Primary Your sire is Mercury, whom long before Line 182Permalink |
Primary On cold Cyllene's top fair Maia bore. Line 183Permalink |
Primary Maia the fair, on fame if we rely, Line 184Permalink |
Primary Was Atlas' daughter, who sustains the sky. Line 185Permalink |
Primary Thus from one common source our streams divide; Line 186Permalink |
Primary Ours is the Trojan, yours th' Areadian side. Line 187Permalink |
Primary Rais'd by these hopes, I sent no news before, Line 188Permalink |
Primary Nor ask'd your leave, nor did your faith implore; Line 189Permalink |
Primary But come, without a pledge, my own ambassador. Line 190Permalink |
Primary The same Rutulians, who with arms pursue Line 191Permalink |
Primary The Trojan race, are equal foes to you. Line 192Permalink |
Primary Our host expell'd, what farther force can stay Line 193Permalink |
Primary The victor troops from universal sway? Line 194Permalink |
Primary Then will they stretch their pow'r athwart the land, Line 195Permalink |
Primary And either sea from side to side command. Line 196Permalink |
Primary Receive our offer'd faith, and give us thine; Line 197Permalink |
Primary Ours is a gen'rous and experienc'd line: Line 198Permalink |
Primary We want not hearts nor bodies for the war; Line 199Permalink |
Primary In council cautious, and in fields we dare." Line 200Permalink |
Primary He said; and while spoke, with piercing eyes Line 201Permalink |
Primary Evander view'd the man with vast surprise, Line 202Permalink |
Primary Pleas'd with his action, ravish'd with his face: Line 203Permalink |
Primary Then answer'd briefly, with a royal grace: Line 204Permalink |
Primary "O valiant leader of the Trojan line, Line 205Permalink |
Primary In whom the features of thy father shine, Line 206Permalink |
Primary How I recall Anchises! how I see Line 207Permalink |
Primary His motions, mien, and all my friend, in thee! Line 208Permalink |
Primary Long tho' it be, 't is fresh within my mind, Line 209Permalink |
Primary When Priam to his sister's court design'd Line 210Permalink |
Primary A welcome visit, with a friendly stay, Line 211Permalink |
Primary And thro' th' Arcadian kingdom took his way. Line 212Permalink |
Primary Then, past a boy, the callow down began Line 213Permalink |
Primary To shade my chin, and call me first a man. Line 214Permalink |
Primary I saw the shining train with vast delight, Line 215Permalink |
Primary And Priam's goodly person pleas'd my sight: Line 216Permalink |
Primary But great Anchises, far above the rest, Line 217Permalink |
Primary With awful wonder fir'd my youthful breast. Line 218Permalink |
Primary I long'd to join in friendship's holy bands Line 219Permalink |
Primary Our mutual hearts, and plight our mutual hands. Line 220Permalink |
Primary I first accosted him: I sued, I sought, Line 221Permalink |
Primary And, with a loving force, to Pheneus brought. Line 222Permalink |
Primary He gave me, when at length constrain'd to go, Line 223Permalink |
Primary A Lycian quiver and a Gnossian bow, Line 224Permalink |
Primary A vest embroider'd, glorious to behold, Line 225Permalink |
Primary And two rich bridles, with their bits of gold, Line 226Permalink |
Primary Which my son's coursers in obedience hold. Line 227Permalink |
Primary The league you ask, I offer, as your right; Line 228Permalink |
Primary And, when to-morrow's sun reveals the light, Line 229Permalink |
Primary With swift supplies you shall be sent away. Line 230Permalink |
Primary Now celebrate with us this solemn day, Line 231Permalink |
Primary Whose holy rites admit no long delay. Line 232Permalink |
Primary Honor our annual feast; and take your seat, Line 233Permalink |
Primary With friendly welcome, at a homely treat." Line 234Permalink |
Primary Thus having said, the bowls (remov'd for fear) Line 235Permalink |
Primary The youths replac'd, and soon restor'd the cheer. Line 236Permalink |
Primary On sods of turf he set the soldiers round: Line 237Permalink |
Primary A maple throne, rais'd higher from the ground, Line 238Permalink |
Primary Receiv'd the Trojan chief; and, o'er the bed, Line 239Permalink |
Primary A lion's shaggy hide for ornament they spread. Line 240Permalink |
Primary The loaves were serv'd in canisters; the wine Line 241Permalink |
Primary In bowls; the priest renew'd the rites divine: Line 242Permalink |
Primary Broil'd entrails are their food, and beef's continued chine. Line 243Permalink |
Primary But when the rage of hunger was repress'd, Line 244Permalink |
Primary Thus spoke Evander to his royal guest: Line 245Permalink |
Primary "These rites, these altars, and this feast, O king, Line 246Permalink |
Primary From no vain fears or superstition spring, Line 247Permalink |
Primary Or blind devotion, or from blinder chance, Line 248Permalink |
Primary Or heady zeal, or brutal ignorance; Line 249Permalink |
Primary But, sav'd from danger, with a grateful sense, Line 250Permalink |
Primary The labors of a god we recompense. Line 251Permalink |
Primary See, from afar, yon rock that mates the sky, Line 252Permalink |
Primary About whose feet such heaps of rubbish lie; Line 253Permalink |
Primary Such indigested ruin; bleak and bare, Line 254Permalink |
Primary How desart now it stands, expos'd in air! Line 255Permalink |
Primary 'T was once a robber's den, inclos'd around Line 256Permalink |
Primary With living stone, and deep beneath the ground. Line 257Permalink |
Primary The monster Cacus, more than half a beast, Line 258Permalink |
Primary This hold, impervious to the sun, possess'd. Line 259Permalink |
Primary The pavement ever foul with human gore; Line 260Permalink |
Primary Heads, and their mangled members, hung the door. Line 261Permalink |
Primary Vulcan this plague begot; and, like his sire, Line 262Permalink |
Primary Black clouds he belch'd, and flakes of livid fire. Line 263Permalink |
Primary Time, long expected, eas'd us of our load, Line 264Permalink |
Primary And brought the needful presence of a god. Line 265Permalink |
Primary Th' avenging force of Hercules, from Spain, Line 266Permalink |
Primary Arriv'd in triumph, from Geryon slain: Line 267Permalink |
Primary Thrice liv'd the giant, and thrice liv'd in vain. Line 268Permalink |
Primary His prize, the lowing herds, Alcides drove Line 269Permalink |
Primary Near Tiber's bank, to graze the shady grove. Line 270Permalink |
Primary Allur'd with hope of plunder, and intent Line 271Permalink |
Primary By force to rob, by fraud to circumvent, Line 272Permalink |
Primary The brutal Cacus, as by chance they stray'd, Line 273Permalink |
Primary Four oxen thence, and four fair kine convey'd; Line 274Permalink |
Primary And, lest the printed footsteps might be seen, Line 275Permalink |
Primary He dragg'd 'em backwards to his rocky den. Line 276Permalink |
Primary The tracks averse a lying notice gave, Line 277Permalink |
Primary And led the searcher backward from the cave. Line 278Permalink |
Primary "Meantime the herdsman hero shifts his place, Line 279Permalink |
Primary To find fresh pasture and untrodden grass. Line 280Permalink |
Primary The beasts, who miss'd their mates, fill'd all around Line 281Permalink |
Primary With bellowings, and the rocks restor'd the sound. Line 282Permalink |
Primary One heifer, who had heard her love complain, Line 283Permalink |
Primary Roar'd from the cave, and made the project vain. Line 284Permalink |
Primary Alcides found the fraud; with rage he shook, Line 285Permalink |
Primary And toss'd about his head his knotted oak. Line 286Permalink |
Primary Swift as the winds, or Scythian arrows' flight, Line 287Permalink |
Primary He clomb, with eager haste, th' aerial height. Line 288Permalink |
Primary Then first we saw the monster mend his pace; Line 289Permalink |
Primary Fear his eyes, and paleness in his face, Line 290Permalink |
Primary Confess'd the god's approach. Trembling he springs, Line 291Permalink |
Primary As terror had increas'd his feet with wings; Line 292Permalink |
Primary Nor stay'd for stairs; but down the depth he threw Line 293Permalink |
Primary His body, on his back the door he drew Line 294Permalink |
Primary (The door, a rib of living rock; with pains Line 295Permalink |
Primary His father hew'd it out, and bound with iron chains): Line 296Permalink |
Primary He broke the heavy links, the mountain clos'd, Line 297Permalink |
Primary And bars and levers to his foe oppos'd. Line 298Permalink |
Primary The wretch had hardly made his dungeon fast; Line 299Permalink |
Primary The fierce avenger came with bounding haste; Line 300Permalink |
Primary Survey'd the mouth of the forbidden hold, Line 301Permalink |
Primary And here and there his raging eyes he roll'd. Line 302Permalink |
Primary He gnash'd his teeth; and thrice he compass'd round Line 303Permalink |
Primary With winged speed the circuit of the ground. Line 304Permalink |
Primary Thrice at the cavern's mouth he pull'd in vain, Line 305Permalink |
Primary And, panting, thrice desisted from his pain. Line 306Permalink |
Primary A pointed flinty rock, all bare and black, Line 307Permalink |
Primary Grew gibbous from behind the mountain's back; Line 308Permalink |
Primary Owls, ravens, all ill omens of the night, Line 309Permalink |
Primary Here built their nests, and hither wing'd their flight. Line 310Permalink |
Primary The leaning head hung threat'ning o'er the flood, Line 311Permalink |
Primary And nodded to the left. The hero stood Line 312Permalink |
Primary Adverse, with planted feet, and, from the right, Line 313Permalink |
Primary Tugg'd at the solid stone with all his might. Line 314Permalink |
Primary Thus heav'd, the fix'd foundations of the rock Line 315Permalink |
Primary Gave way; heav'n echo'd at the rattling shock. Line 316Permalink |
Primary Tumbling, it chok'd the flood: on either side Line 317Permalink |
Primary The banks leap backward, and the streams divide; Line 318Permalink |
Primary The sky shrunk upward with unusual dread, Line 319Permalink |
Primary And trembling Tiber div'd beneath his bed. Line 320Permalink |
Primary The court of Cacus stands reveal'd to sight; Line 321Permalink |
Primary The cavern glares with new-admitted light. Line 322Permalink |
Primary So the pent vapors, with a rumbling sound, Line 323Permalink |
Primary Heave from below, and rend the hollow ground; Line 324Permalink |
Primary A sounding flaw succeeds; and, from on high, Line 325Permalink |
Primary The gods with hate beheld the nether sky: Line 326Permalink |
Primary The ghosts repine at violated night, Line 327Permalink |
Primary And curse th' invading sun, and sicken at the sight. Line 328Permalink |
Primary The graceless monster, caught in open day, Line 329Permalink |
Primary Inclos'd, and in despair to fly away, Line 330Permalink |
Primary Howls horrible from underneath, and fills Line 331Permalink |
Primary His hollow palace with unmanly yells. Line 332Permalink |
Primary The hero stands above, and from afar Line 333Permalink |
Primary Plies him with darts, and stones, and distant war. Line 334Permalink |
Primary He, from his nostrils huge mouth, expires Line 335Permalink |
Primary Black clouds of smoke, amidst his father's fires, Line 336Permalink |
Primary Gath'ring, with each repeated blast, the night, Line 337Permalink |
Primary To make uncertain aim, and erring sight. Line 338Permalink |
Primary The wrathful god then plunges from above, Line 339Permalink |
Primary And, where in thickest waves the sparkles drove, Line 340Permalink |
Primary There lights; and wades thro' fumes, and gropes his way, Line 341Permalink |
Primary Half sing'd, half stifled, till he grasps his prey. Line 342Permalink |
Primary The monster, spewing fruitless flames, he found; Line 343Permalink |
Primary He squeez'd his throat; he writh'd his neck around, Line 344Permalink |
Primary And in a knot his crippled members bound; Line 345Permalink |
Primary Then from their sockets tore his burning eyes: Line 346Permalink |
Primary Roll'd on a heap, the breathless robber lies. Line 347Permalink |
Primary The doors, unbarr'd, receive the rushing day, Line 348Permalink |
Primary And thoro' lights disclose the ravish'd prey. Line 349Permalink |
Primary The bulls, redeem'd, breathe open air again. Line 350Permalink |
Primary Next, by the feet, they drag him from his den. Line 351Permalink |
Primary The wond'ring neighborhood, with glad surprise, Line 352Permalink |
Primary Behold his shagged breast, his giant size, Line 353Permalink |
Primary His mouth that flames no more, and his extinguish'd eyes. Line 354Permalink |
Primary From that auspicious day, with rites divine, Line 355Permalink |
Primary We worship at the hero's holy shrine. Line 356Permalink |
Primary Potitius first ordain'd these annual vows: Line 357Permalink |
Primary As priests, were added the Pinarian house, Line 358Permalink |
Primary Who rais'd this altar in the sacred shade, Line 359Permalink |
Primary Where honors, ever due, for ever shall be paid. Line 360Permalink |
Primary For these deserts, and this high virtue shown, Line 361Permalink |
Primary Ye warlike youths, your heads with garlands crown: Line 362Permalink |
Primary Fill high the goblets with a sparkling flood, Line 363Permalink |
Primary And with deep draughts invoke our common god." Line 364Permalink |
Primary This said, a double wreath Evander twin'd, Line 365Permalink |
Primary And poplars black and white his temples bind. Line 366Permalink |
Primary Then brims his ample bowl. With like design Line 367Permalink |
Primary The rest invoke the gods, with sprinkled wine. Line 368Permalink |
Primary Meantime the sun descended from the skies, Line 369Permalink |
Primary And the bright evening star began to rise. Line 370Permalink |
Primary And now the priests, Potitius at their head, Line 371Permalink |
Primary In skins of beasts involv'd, the long procession led; Line 372Permalink |
Primary Held high the flaming tapers in their hands, Line 373Permalink |
Primary As custom had prescrib'd their holy bands; Line 374Permalink |
Primary Then with a second course the tables load, Line 375Permalink |
Primary And with full chargers offer to the god. Line 376Permalink |
Primary The Salii sing, and cense his altars round Line 377Permalink |
Primary With Saban smoke, their heads with poplar bound- Line 378Permalink |
Primary One choir of old, another of the young, Line 379Permalink |
Primary To dance, and bear the burthen of the song. Line 380Permalink |
Primary The lay records the labors, and the praise, Line 381Permalink |
Primary And all th' immortal acts of Hercules: Line 382Permalink |
Primary First, how the mighty babe, when swath'd in bands, Line 383Permalink |
Primary The serpents strangled with his infant hands; Line 384Permalink |
Primary Then, as in years and matchless force he grew, Line 385Permalink |
Primary Th' Oechalian walls, and Trojan, overthrew. Line 386Permalink |
Primary Besides, a thousand hazards they relate, Line 387Permalink |
Primary Procur'd by Juno's and Eurystheus' hate: Line 388Permalink |
Primary "Thy hands, unconquer'd hero, could subdue Line 389Permalink |
Primary The cloud-born Centaurs, and the monster crew: Line 390Permalink |
Primary Nor thy resistless arm the bull withstood, Line 391Permalink |
Primary Nor he, the roaring terror of the wood. Line 392Permalink |
Primary The triple porter of the Stygian seat, Line 393Permalink |
Primary With lolling tongue, lay fawning at thy feet, Line 394Permalink |
Primary And, seiz'd with fear, forgot his mangled meat. Line 395Permalink |
Primary Th' infernal waters trembled at thy sight; Line 396Permalink |
Primary Thee, god, no face of danger could affright; Line 397Permalink |
Primary Not huge Typhoeus, nor th' unnumber'd snake, Line 398Permalink |
Primary Increas'd with hissing heads, in Lerna's lake. Line 399Permalink |
Primary Hail, Jove's undoubted son! an added grace Line 400Permalink |
Primary To heav'n and the great author of thy race! Line 401Permalink |
Primary Receive the grateful off'rings which we pay, Line 402Permalink |
Primary And smile propitious on thy solemn day!" Line 403Permalink |
Primary In numbers thus they sung; above the rest, Line 404Permalink |
Primary The den and death of Cacus crown the feast. Line 405Permalink |
Primary The woods to hollow vales convey the sound, Line 406Permalink |
Primary The vales to hills, and hills the notes rebound. Line 407Permalink |
Primary The rites perform'd, the cheerful train retire. Line 408Permalink |
Primary Betwixt young Pallas and his aged sire, Line 409Permalink |
Primary The Trojan pass'd, the city to survey, Line 410Permalink |
Primary And pleasing talk beguil'd the tedious way. Line 411Permalink |
Primary The stranger cast around his curious eyes, Line 412Permalink |
Primary New objects viewing still, with new surprise; Line 413Permalink |
Primary With greedy joy enquires of various things, Line 414Permalink |
Primary And acts and monuments of ancient kings. Line 415Permalink |
Primary Then thus the founder of the Roman tow'rs: Line 416Permalink |
Primary "These woods were first the seat of sylvan pow'rs, Line 417Permalink |
Primary Of Nymphs and Fauns, and salvage men, who took Line 418Permalink |
Primary Their birth from trunks of trees and stubborn oak. Line 419Permalink |
Primary Nor laws they knew, nor manners, nor the care Line 420Permalink |
Primary Of lab'ring oxen, or the shining share, Line 421Permalink |
Primary Nor arts of gain, nor what they gain'd to spare. Line 422Permalink |
Primary Their exercise the chase; the running flood Line 423Permalink |
Primary Supplied their thirst, the trees supplied their food. Line 424Permalink |
Primary Then Saturn came, who fled the pow'r of Jove, Line 425Permalink |
Primary Robb'd of his realms, and banish'd from above. Line 426Permalink |
Primary The men, dispers'd on hills, to towns he brought, Line 427Permalink |
Primary And laws ordain'd, and civil customs taught, Line 428Permalink |
Primary And Latium call'd the land where safe he lay Line 429Permalink |
Primary From his unduteous son, and his usurping sway. Line 430Permalink |
Primary With his mild empire, peace and plenty came; Line 431Permalink |
Primary And hence the golden times deriv'd their name. Line 432Permalink |
Primary A more degenerate and discolor'd age Line 433Permalink |
Primary Succeeded this, with avarice and rage. Line 434Permalink |
Primary Th' Ausonians then, and bold Sicanians came; Line 435Permalink |
Primary And Saturn's empire often chang'd the name. Line 436Permalink |
Primary Then kings, gigantic Tybris, and the rest, Line 437Permalink |
Primary With arbitrary sway the land oppress'd: Line 438Permalink |
Primary For Tiber's flood was Albula before, Line 439Permalink |
Primary Till, from the tyrant's fate, his name it bore. Line 440Permalink |
Primary I last arriv'd, driv'n from my native home Line 441Permalink |
Primary By fortune's pow'r, and fate's resistless doom. Line 442Permalink |
Primary Long toss'd on seas, I sought this happy land, Line 443Permalink |
Primary Warn'd by my mother nymph, and call'd by Heav'n's command." Line 444Permalink |
Primary Thus, walking on, he spoke, and shew'd the gate, Line 445Permalink |
Primary Since call'd Carmental by the Roman state; Line 446Permalink |
Primary Where stood an altar, sacred to the name Line 447Permalink |
Primary Of old Carmenta, the prophetic dame, Line 448Permalink |
Primary Who to her son foretold th' Aenean race, Line 449Permalink |
Primary Sublime in fame, and Rome's imperial place: Line 450Permalink |
Primary Then shews the forest, which, in after times, Line 451Permalink |
Primary Fierce Romulus for perpetrated crimes Line 452Permalink |
Primary A sacred refuge made; with this, the shrine Line 453Permalink |
Primary Where Pan below the rock had rites divine: Line 454Permalink |
Primary Then tells of Argus' death, his murder'd guest, Line 455Permalink |
Primary Whose grave and tomb his innocence attest. Line 456Permalink |
Primary Thence, to the steep Tarpeian rock he leads; Line 457Permalink |
Primary Now roof'd with gold, then thatch'd with homely reeds. Line 458Permalink |
Primary A reverent fear (such superstition reigns Line 459Permalink |
Primary Among the rude) ev'n then possess'd the swains. Line 460Permalink |
Primary Some god, they knew- what god, they could not tell- Line 461Permalink |
Primary Did there amidst the sacred horror dwell. Line 462Permalink |
Primary Th' Arcadians thought him Jove; and said they saw Line 463Permalink |
Primary The mighty Thund'rer with majestic awe, Line 464Permalink |
Primary Who took his shield, and dealt his bolts around, Line 465Permalink |
Primary And scatter'd tempests on the teeming ground. Line 466Permalink |
Primary Then saw two heaps of ruins, (once they stood Line 467Permalink |
Primary Two stately towns, on either side the flood,) Line 468Permalink |
Primary Saturnia's and Janicula's remains; Line 469Permalink |
Primary And either place the founder's name retains. Line 470Permalink |
Primary Discoursing thus together, they resort Line 471Permalink |
Primary Where poor Evander kept his country court. Line 472Permalink |
Primary They view'd the ground of Rome's litigious hall; Line 473Permalink |
Primary (Once oxen low'd, where now the lawyers bawl;) Line 474Permalink |
Primary Then, stooping, thro' the narrow gate they press'd, Line 475Permalink |
Primary When thus the king bespoke his Trojan guest: Line 476Permalink |
Primary "Mean as it is, this palace, and this door, Line 477Permalink |
Primary Receiv'd Alcides, then a conqueror. Line 478Permalink |
Primary Dare to be poor; accept our homely food, Line 479Permalink |
Primary Which feasted him, and emulate a god." Line 480Permalink |
Primary Then underneath a lowly roof he led Line 481Permalink |
Primary The weary prince, and laid him on a bed; Line 482Permalink |
Primary The stuffing leaves, with hides of bears o'erspread. Line 483Permalink |
Primary Now Night had shed her silver dews around, Line 484Permalink |
Primary And with her sable wings embrac'd the ground, Line 485Permalink |
Primary When love's fair goddess, anxious for her son, Line 486Permalink |
Primary (New tumults rising, and new wars begun,) Line 487Permalink |
Primary Couch'd with her husband in his golden bed, Line 488Permalink |
Primary With these alluring words invokes his aid; Line 489Permalink |
Primary And, that her pleasing speech his mind may move, Line 490Permalink |
Primary Inspires each accent with the charms of love: Line 491Permalink |
Primary "While cruel fate conspir'd with Grecian pow'rs, Line 492Permalink |
Primary To level with the ground the Trojan tow'rs, Line 493Permalink |
Primary I ask'd not aid th' unhappy to restore, Line 494Permalink |
Primary Nor did the succor of thy skill implore; Line 495Permalink |
Primary Nor urg'd the labors of my lord in vain, Line 496Permalink |
Primary A sinking empire longer to sustain, Line 497Permalink |
Primary Tho'much I ow'd to Priam's house, and more Line 498Permalink |
Primary The dangers of Aeneas did deplore. Line 499Permalink |
Primary But now, by Jove's command, and fate's decree, Line 500Permalink |
Primary His race is doom'd to reign in Italy: Line 501Permalink |
Primary With humble suit I beg thy needful art, Line 502Permalink |
Primary O still propitious pow'r, that rules my heart! Line 503Permalink |
Primary A mother kneels a suppliant for her son. Line 504Permalink |
Primary By Thetis and Aurora thou wert won Line 505Permalink |
Primary To forge impenetrable shields, and grace Line 506Permalink |
Primary With fated arms a less illustrious race. Line 507Permalink |
Primary Behold, what haughty nations are combin'd Line 508Permalink |
Primary Against the relics of the Phrygian kind, Line 509Permalink |
Primary With fire and sword my people to destroy, Line 510Permalink |
Primary And conquer Venus twice, in conqu'ring Troy." Line 511Permalink |
Primary She said; and straight her arms, of snowy hue, Line 512Permalink |
Primary About her unresolving husband threw. Line 513Permalink |
Primary Her soft embraces soon infuse desire; Line 514Permalink |
Primary His bones and marrow sudden warmth inspire; Line 515Permalink |
Primary And all the godhead feels the wonted fire. Line 516Permalink |
Primary Not half so swift the rattling thunder flies, Line 517Permalink |
Primary Or forky lightnings flash along the skies. Line 518Permalink |
Primary The goddess, proud of her successful wiles, Line 519Permalink |
Primary And conscious of her form, in secret smiles. Line 520Permalink |
Primary Then thus the pow'r, obnoxious to her charms, Line 521Permalink |
Primary Panting, and half dissolving in her arms: Line 522Permalink |
Primary "Why seek you reasons for a cause so just, Line 523Permalink |
Primary Or your own beauties or my love distrust? Line 524Permalink |
Primary Long since, had you requir'd my helpful hand, Line 525Permalink |
Primary Th' artificer and art you might command, Line 526Permalink |
Primary To labor arms for Troy: nor Jove, nor fate, Line 527Permalink |
Primary Confin'd their empire to so short a date. Line 528Permalink |
Primary And, if you now desire new wars to wage, Line 529Permalink |
Primary My skill I promise, and my pains engage. Line 530Permalink |
Primary Whatever melting metals can conspire, Line 531Permalink |
Primary Or breathing bellows, or the forming fire, Line 532Permalink |
Primary Is freely yours: your anxious fears remove, Line 533Permalink |
Primary And think no task is difficult to love." Line 534Permalink |
Primary Trembling he spoke; and, eager of her charms, Line 535Permalink |
Primary He snatch'd the willing goddess to his arms; Line 536Permalink |
Primary Till in her lap infus'd, he lay possess'd Line 537Permalink |
Primary Of full desire, and sunk to pleasing rest. Line 538Permalink |
Primary Now when the Night her middle race had rode, Line 539Permalink |
Primary And his first slumber had refresh'd the god- Line 540Permalink |
Primary The time when early housewives leave the bed; Line 541Permalink |
Primary When living embers on the hearth they spread, Line 542Permalink |
Primary Supply the lamp, and call the maids to rise- Line 543Permalink |
Primary With yawning mouths, and with half-open'd eyes, Line 544Permalink |
Primary They ply the distaff by the winking light, Line 545Permalink |
Primary And to their daily labor add the night: Line 546Permalink |
Primary Thus frugally they earn their children's bread, Line 547Permalink |
Primary And uncorrupted keep the nuptial bed- Line 548Permalink |
Primary Not less concern'd, nor at a later hour, Line 549Permalink |
Primary Rose from his downy couch the forging pow'r. Line 550Permalink |
Primary Sacred to Vulcan's name, an isle there lay, Line 551Permalink |
Primary Betwixt Sicilia's coasts and Lipare, Line 552Permalink |
Primary Rais'd high on smoking rocks; and, deep below, Line 553Permalink |
Primary In hollow caves the fires of Aetna glow. Line 554Permalink |
Primary The Cyclops here their heavy hammers deal; Line 555Permalink |
Primary Loud strokes, and hissings of tormented steel, Line 556Permalink |
Primary Are heard around; the boiling waters roar, Line 557Permalink |
Primary And smoky flames thro' fuming tunnels soar. Line 558Permalink |
Primary Hether the Father of the Fire, by night, Line 559Permalink |
Primary Thro' the brown air precipitates his flight. Line 560Permalink |
Primary On their eternal anvils here he found Line 561Permalink |
Primary The brethren beating, and the blows go round. Line 562Permalink |
Primary A load of pointless thunder now there lies Line 563Permalink |
Primary Before their hands, to ripen for the skies: Line 564Permalink |
Primary These darts, for angry Jove, they daily cast; Line 565Permalink |
Primary Consum'd on mortals with prodigious waste. Line 566Permalink |
Primary Three rays of writhen rain, of fire three more, Line 567Permalink |
Primary Of winged southern winds and cloudy store Line 568Permalink |
Primary As many parts, the dreadful mixture frame; Line 569Permalink |
Primary And fears are added, and avenging flame. Line 570Permalink |
Primary Inferior ministers, for Mars, repair Line 571Permalink |
Primary His broken axletrees and blunted war, Line 572Permalink |
Primary And send him forth again with furbish'd arms, Line 573Permalink |
Primary To wake the lazy war with trumpets' loud alarms. Line 574Permalink |
Primary The rest refresh the scaly snakes that fold Line 575Permalink |
Primary The shield of Pallas, and renew their gold. Line 576Permalink |
Primary Full on the crest the Gorgon's head they place, Line 577Permalink |
Primary With eyes that roll in death, and with distorted face. Line 578Permalink |
Primary "My sons," said Vulcan, "set your tasks aside; Line 579Permalink |
Primary Your strength and master-skill must now be tried. Line 580Permalink |
Primary Arms for a hero forge; arms that require Line 581Permalink |
Primary Your force, your speed, and all your forming fire." Line 582Permalink |
Primary He said. They set their former work aside, Line 583Permalink |
Primary And their new toils with eager haste divide. Line 584Permalink |
Primary A flood of molten silver, brass, and gold, Line 585Permalink |
Primary And deadly steel, in the large furnace roll'd; Line 586Permalink |
Primary Of this, their artful hands a shield prepare, Line 587Permalink |
Primary Alone sufficient to sustain the war. Line 588Permalink |
Primary Sev'n orbs within a spacious round they close: Line 589Permalink |
Primary One stirs the fire, and one the bellows blows. Line 590Permalink |
Primary The hissing steel is in the smithy drown'd; Line 591Permalink |
Primary The grot with beaten anvils groans around. Line 592Permalink |
Primary By turns their arms advance, in equal time; Line 593Permalink |
Primary By turns their hands descend, and hammers chime. Line 594Permalink |
Primary They turn the glowing mass with crooked tongs; Line 595Permalink |
Primary The fiery work proceeds, with rustic songs. Line 596Permalink |
Primary While, at the Lemnian god's command, they urge Line 597Permalink |
Primary Their labors thus, and ply th' Aeolian forge, Line 598Permalink |
Primary The cheerful morn salutes Evander's eyes, Line 599Permalink |
Primary And songs of chirping birds invite to rise. Line 600Permalink |
Primary He leaves his lowly bed: his buskins meet Line 601Permalink |
Primary Above his ankles; sandals sheathe his feet: Line 602Permalink |
Primary He sets his trusty sword upon his side, Line 603Permalink |
Primary And o'er his shoulder throws a panther's hide. Line 604Permalink |
Primary Two menial dogs before their master press'd. Line 605Permalink |
Primary Thus clad, and guarded thus, he seeks his kingly guest. Line 606Permalink |
Primary Mindful of promis'd aid, he mends his pace, Line 607Permalink |
Primary But meets Aeneas in the middle space. Line 608Permalink |
Primary Young Pallas did his father's steps attend, Line 609Permalink |
Primary And true Achates waited on his friend. Line 610Permalink |
Primary They join their hands; a secret seat they choose; Line 611Permalink |
Primary Th' Arcadian first their former talk renews: Line 612Permalink |
Primary "Undaunted prince, I never can believe Line 613Permalink |
Primary The Trojan empire lost, while you survive. Line 614Permalink |
Primary Command th' assistance of a faithful friend; Line 615Permalink |
Primary But feeble are the succors I can send. Line 616Permalink |
Primary Our narrow kingdom here the Tiber bounds; Line 617Permalink |
Primary That other side the Latian state surrounds, Line 618Permalink |
Primary Insults our walls, and wastes our fruitful grounds. Line 619Permalink |
Primary But mighty nations I prepare, to join Line 620Permalink |
Primary Their arms with yours, and aid your just design. Line 621Permalink |
Primary You come, as by your better genius sent, Line 622Permalink |
Primary And fortune seems to favor your intent. Line 623Permalink |
Primary Not far from hence there stands a hilly town, Line 624Permalink |
Primary Of ancient building, and of high renown, Line 625Permalink |
Primary Torn from the Tuscans by the Lydian race, Line 626Permalink |
Primary Who gave the name of Caere to the place, Line 627Permalink |
Primary Once Agyllina call'd. It flourish'd long, Line 628Permalink |
Primary In pride of wealth and warlike people strong, Line 629Permalink |
Primary Till curs'd Mezentius, in a fatal hour, Line 630Permalink |
Primary Assum'd the crown, with arbitrary pow'r. Line 631Permalink |
Primary What words can paint those execrable times, Line 632Permalink |
Primary The subjects' suff'rings, and the tyrant's crimes! Line 633Permalink |
Primary That blood, those murthers, O ye gods, replace Line 634Permalink |
Primary On his own head, and on his impious race! Line 635Permalink |
Primary The living and the dead at his command Line 636Permalink |
Primary Were coupled, face to face, and hand to hand, Line 637Permalink |
Primary Till, chok'd with stench, in loath'd embraces tied, Line 638Permalink |
Primary The ling'ring wretches pin'd away and died. Line 639Permalink |
Primary Thus plung'd in ills, and meditating more- Line 640Permalink |
Primary The people's patience, tir'd, no longer bore Line 641Permalink |
Primary The raging monster; but with arms beset Line 642Permalink |
Primary His house, and vengeance and destruction threat. Line 643Permalink |
Primary They fire his palace: while the flame ascends, Line 644Permalink |
Primary They force his guards, and execute his friends. Line 645Permalink |
Primary He cleaves the crowd, and, favor'd by the night, Line 646Permalink |
Primary To Turnus' friendly court directs his flight. Line 647Permalink |
Primary By just revenge the Tuscans set on fire, Line 648Permalink |
Primary With arms, their king to punishment require: Line 649Permalink |
Primary Their num'rous troops, now muster'd on the strand, Line 650Permalink |
Primary My counsel shall submit to your command. Line 651Permalink |
Primary Their navy swarms upon the coasts; they cry Line 652Permalink |
Primary To hoist their anchors, but the gods deny. Line 653Permalink |
Primary An ancient augur, skill'd in future fate, Line 654Permalink |
Primary With these foreboding words restrains their hate: Line 655Permalink |
Primary 'Ye brave in arms, ye Lydian blood, the flow'r Line 656Permalink |
Primary Of Tuscan youth, and choice of all their pow'r, Line 657Permalink |
Primary Whom just revenge against Mezentius arms, Line 658Permalink |
Primary To seek your tyrant's death by lawful arms; Line 659Permalink |
Primary Know this: no native of our land may lead Line 660Permalink |
Primary This pow'rful people; seek a foreign head.' Line 661Permalink |
Primary Aw'd with these words, in camps they still abide, Line 662Permalink |
Primary And wait with longing looks their promis'd guide. Line 663Permalink |
Primary Tarchon, the Tuscan chief, to me has sent Line 664Permalink |
Primary Their crown, and ev'ry regal ornament: Line 665Permalink |
Primary The people join their own with his desire; Line 666Permalink |
Primary And all my conduct, as their king, require. Line 667Permalink |
Primary But the chill blood that creeps within my veins, Line 668Permalink |
Primary And age, and listless limbs unfit for pains, Line 669Permalink |
Primary And a soul conscious of its own decay, Line 670Permalink |
Primary Have forc'd me to refuse imperial sway. Line 671Permalink |
Primary My Pallas were more fit to mount the throne, Line 672Permalink |
Primary And should, but he's a Sabine mother's son, Line 673Permalink |
Primary And half a native; but, in you, combine Line 674Permalink |
Primary A manly vigor, and a foreign line. Line 675Permalink |
Primary Where Fate and smiling Fortune shew the way, Line 676Permalink |
Primary Pursue the ready path to sov'reign sway. Line 677Permalink |
Primary The staff of my declining days, my son, Line 678Permalink |
Primary Shall make your good or ill success his own; Line 679Permalink |
Primary In fighting fields from you shall learn to dare, Line 680Permalink |
Primary And serve the hard apprenticeship of war; Line 681Permalink |
Primary Your matchless courage and your conduct view, Line 682Permalink |
Primary And early shall begin t' admire and copy you. Line 683Permalink |
Primary Besides, two hundred horse he shall command; Line 684Permalink |
Primary Tho' few, a warlike and well-chosen band. Line 685Permalink |
Primary These in my name are listed; and my son Line 686Permalink |
Primary As many more has added in his own." Line 687Permalink |
Primary Scarce had he said; Achates and his guest, Line 688Permalink |
Primary With downcast eyes, their silent grief express'd; Line 689Permalink |
Primary Who, short of succors, and in deep despair, Line 690Permalink |
Primary Shook at the dismal prospect of the war. Line 691Permalink |
Primary But his bright mother, from a breaking cloud, Line 692Permalink |
Primary To cheer her issue, thunder'd thrice aloud; Line 693Permalink |
Primary Thrice forky lightning flash'd along the sky, Line 694Permalink |
Primary And Tyrrhene trumpets thrice were heard on high. Line 695Permalink |
Primary Then, gazing up, repeated peals they hear; Line 696Permalink |
Primary And, in a heav'n serene, refulgent arms appear: Line 697Permalink |
Primary Redd'ning the skies, and glitt'ring all around, Line 698Permalink |
Primary The temper'd metals clash, and yield a silver sound. Line 699Permalink |
Primary The rest stood trembling, struck with awe divine; Line 700Permalink |
Primary Aeneas only, conscious to the sign, Line 701Permalink |
Primary Presag'd th' event, and joyful view'd, above, Line 702Permalink |
Primary Th' accomplish'd promise of the Queen of Love. Line 703Permalink |
Primary Then, to th' Arcadian king: "This prodigy Line 704Permalink |
Primary (Dismiss your fear) belongs alone to me. Line 705Permalink |
Primary Heav'n calls me to the war: th' expected sign Line 706Permalink |
Primary Is giv'n of promis'd aid, and arms divine. Line 707Permalink |
Primary My goddess mother, whose indulgent care Line 708Permalink |
Primary Foresaw the dangers of the growing war, Line 709Permalink |
Primary This omen gave, when bright Vulcanian arms, Line 710Permalink |
Primary Fated from force of steel by Stygian charms, Line 711Permalink |
Primary Suspended, shone on high: she then foreshow'd Line 712Permalink |
Primary Approaching fights, and fields to float in blood. Line 713Permalink |
Primary Turnus shall dearly pay for faith forsworn; Line 714Permalink |
Primary And corps, and swords, and shields, on Tiber borne, Line 715Permalink |
Primary Shall choke his flood: now sound the loud alarms; Line 716Permalink |
Primary And, Latian troops, prepare your perjur'd arms." Line 717Permalink |
Primary He said, and, rising from his homely throne, Line 718Permalink |
Primary The solemn rites of Hercules begun, Line 719Permalink |
Primary And on his altars wak'd the sleeping fires; Line 720Permalink |
Primary Then cheerful to his household gods retires; Line 721Permalink |
Primary There offers chosen sheep. Th' Arcadian king Line 722Permalink |
Primary And Trojan youth the same oblations bring. Line 723Permalink |
Primary Next, of his men and ships he makes review; Line 724Permalink |
Primary Draws out the best and ablest of the crew. Line 725Permalink |
Primary Down with the falling stream the refuse run, Line 726Permalink |
Primary To raise with joyful news his drooping son. Line 727Permalink |
Primary Steeds are prepar'd to mount the Trojan band, Line 728Permalink |
Primary Who wait their leader to the Tyrrhene land. Line 729Permalink |
Primary A sprightly courser, fairer than the rest, Line 730Permalink |
Primary The king himself presents his royal guest: Line 731Permalink |
Primary A lion's hide his back and limbs infold, Line 732Permalink |
Primary Precious with studded work, and paws of gold. Line 733Permalink |
Primary Fame thro' the little city spreads aloud Line 734Permalink |
Primary Th' intended march, amid the fearful crowd: Line 735Permalink |
Primary The matrons beat their breasts, dissolve in tears, Line 736Permalink |
Primary And double their devotion in their fears. Line 737Permalink |
Primary The war at hand appears with more affright, Line 738Permalink |
Primary And rises ev'ry moment to the sight. Line 739Permalink |
Primary Then old Evander, with a close embrace, Line 740Permalink |
Primary Strain'd his departing friend; and tears o'erflow his face. Line 741Permalink |
Primary "Would Heav'n," said he, "my strength and youth recall, Line 742Permalink |
Primary Such as I was beneath Praeneste's wall; Line 743Permalink |
Primary Then when I made the foremost foes retire, Line 744Permalink |
Primary And set whole heaps of conquer'd shields on fire; Line 745Permalink |
Primary When Herilus in single fight I slew, Line 746Permalink |
Primary Whom with three lives Feronia did endue; Line 747Permalink |
Primary And thrice I sent him to the Stygian shore, Line 748Permalink |
Primary Till the last ebbing soul return'd no more- Line 749Permalink |
Primary Such if I stood renew'd, not these alarms, Line 750Permalink |
Primary Nor death, should rend me from my Pallas' arms; Line 751Permalink |
Primary Nor proud Mezentius, thus unpunish'd, boast Line 752Permalink |
Primary His rapes and murthers on the Tuscan coast. Line 753Permalink |
Primary Ye gods, and mighty Jove, in pity bring Line 754Permalink |
Primary Relief, and hear a father and a king! Line 755Permalink |
Primary If fate and you reserve these eyes, to see Line 756Permalink |
Primary My son return with peace and victory; Line 757Permalink |
Primary If the lov'd boy shall bless his father's sight; Line 758Permalink |
Primary If we shall meet again with more delight; Line 759Permalink |
Primary Then draw my life in length; let me sustain, Line 760Permalink |
Primary In hopes of his embrace, the worst of pain. Line 761Permalink |
Primary But if your hard decrees- which, O! I dread- Line 762Permalink |
Primary Have doom'd to death his undeserving head; Line 763Permalink |
Primary This, O this very moment, let me die! Line 764Permalink |
Primary While hopes and fears in equal balance lie; Line 765Permalink |
Primary While, yet possess'd of all his youthful charms, Line 766Permalink |
Primary I strain him close within these aged arms; Line 767Permalink |
Primary Before that fatal news my soul shall wound!" Line 768Permalink |
Primary He said, and, swooning, sunk upon the ground. Line 769Permalink |
Primary His servants bore him off, and softly laid Line 770Permalink |
Primary His languish'd limbs upon his homely bed. Line 771Permalink |
Primary The horsemen march; the gates are open'd wide; Line 772Permalink |
Primary Aeneas at their head, Achates by his side. Line 773Permalink |
Primary Next these, the Trojan leaders rode along; Line 774Permalink |
Primary Last follows in the rear th' Arcadian throng. Line 775Permalink |
Primary Young Pallas shone conspicuous o'er the rest; Line 776Permalink |
Primary Gilded his arms, embroider'd was his vest. Line 777Permalink |
Primary So, from the seas, exerts his radiant head Line 778Permalink |
Primary The star by whom the lights of heav'n are led; Line 779Permalink |
Primary Shakes from his rosy locks the pearly dews, Line 780Permalink |
Primary Dispels the darkness, and the day renews. Line 781Permalink |
Primary The trembling wives the walls and turrets crowd, Line 782Permalink |
Primary And follow, with their eyes, the dusty cloud, Line 783Permalink |
Primary Which winds disperse by fits, and shew from far Line 784Permalink |
Primary The blaze of arms, and shields, and shining war. Line 785Permalink |
Primary The troops, drawn up in beautiful array, Line 786Permalink |
Primary O'er heathy plains pursue the ready way. Line 787Permalink |
Primary Repeated peals of shouts are heard around; Line 788Permalink |
Primary The neighing coursers answer to the sound, Line 789Permalink |
Primary And shake with horny hoofs the solid ground. Line 790Permalink |
Primary A greenwood shade, for long religion known, Line 791Permalink |
Primary Stands by the streams that wash the Tuscan town, Line 792Permalink |
Primary Incompass'd round with gloomy hills above, Line 793Permalink |
Primary Which add a holy horror to the grove. Line 794Permalink |
Primary The first inhabitants of Grecian blood, Line 795Permalink |
Primary That sacred forest to Silvanus vow'd, Line 796Permalink |
Primary The guardian of their flocks and fields; and pay Line 797Permalink |
Primary Their due devotions on his annual day. Line 798Permalink |
Primary Not far from hence, along the river's side, Line 799Permalink |
Primary In tents secure, the Tuscan troops abide, Line 800Permalink |
Primary By Tarchon led. Now, from a rising ground, Line 801Permalink |
Primary Aeneas cast his wond'ring eyes around, Line 802Permalink |
Primary And all the Tyrrhene army had in sight, Line 803Permalink |
Primary Stretch'd on the spacious plain from left to right. Line 804Permalink |
Primary Thether his warlike train the Trojan led, Line 805Permalink |
Primary Refresh'd his men, and wearied horses fed. Line 806Permalink |
Primary Meantime the mother goddess, crown'd with charms, Line 807Permalink |
Primary Breaks thro' the clouds, and brings the fated arms. Line 808Permalink |
Primary Within a winding vale she finds her son, Line 809Permalink |
Primary On the cool river's banks, retir'd alone. Line 810Permalink |
Primary She shews her heav'nly form without disguise, Line 811Permalink |
Primary And gives herself to his desiring eyes. Line 812Permalink |
Primary "Behold," she said, "perform'd in ev'ry part, Line 813Permalink |
Primary My promise made, and Vulcan's labor'd art. Line 814Permalink |
Primary Now seek, secure, the Latian enemy, Line 815Permalink |
Primary And haughty Turnus to the field defy." Line 816Permalink |
Primary She said; and, having first her son embrac'd, Line 817Permalink |
Primary The radiant arms beneath an oak she plac'd, Line 818Permalink |
Primary Proud of the gift, he roll'd his greedy sight Line 819Permalink |
Primary Around the work, and gaz'd with vast delight. Line 820Permalink |
Primary He lifts, he turns, he poises, and admires Line 821Permalink |
Primary The crested helm, that vomits radiant fires: Line 822Permalink |
Primary His hands the fatal sword and corslet hold, Line 823Permalink |
Primary One keen with temper'd steel, one stiff with gold: Line 824Permalink |
Primary Both ample, flaming both, and beamy bright; Line 825Permalink |
Primary So shines a cloud, when edg'd with adverse light. Line 826Permalink |
Primary He shakes the pointed spear, and longs to try Line 827Permalink |
Primary The plated cuishes on his manly thigh; Line 828Permalink |
Primary But most admires the shield's mysterious mold, Line 829Permalink |
Primary And Roman triumphs rising on the gold: Line 830Permalink |
Primary For these, emboss'd, the heav'nly smith had wrought Line 831Permalink |
Primary (Not in the rolls of future fate untaught) Line 832Permalink |
Primary The wars in order, and the race divine Line 833Permalink |
Primary Of warriors issuing from the Julian line. Line 834Permalink |
Primary The cave of Mars was dress'd with mossy greens: Line 835Permalink |
Primary There, by the wolf, were laid the martial twins. Line 836Permalink |
Primary Intrepid on her swelling dugs they hung; Line 837Permalink |
Primary The foster dam loll'd out her fawning tongue: Line 838Permalink |
Primary They suck'd secure, while, bending back her head, Line 839Permalink |
Primary She lick'd their tender limbs, and form'd them as they fed. Line 840Permalink |
Primary Not far from thence new Rome appears, with games Line 841Permalink |
Primary Projected for the rape of Sabine dames. Line 842Permalink |
Primary The pit resounds with shrieks; a war succeeds, Line 843Permalink |
Primary For breach of public faith, and unexampled deeds. Line 844Permalink |
Primary Here for revenge the Sabine troops contend; Line 845Permalink |
Primary The Romans there with arms the prey defend. Line 846Permalink |
Primary Wearied with tedious war, at length they cease; Line 847Permalink |
Primary And both the kings and kingdoms plight the peace. Line 848Permalink |
Primary The friendly chiefs before Jove's altar stand, Line 849Permalink |
Primary Both arm'd, with each a charger in his hand: Line 850Permalink |
Primary A fatted sow for sacrifice is led, Line 851Permalink |
Primary With imprecations on the perjur'd head. Line 852Permalink |
Primary Near this, the traitor Metius, stretch'd between Line 853Permalink |
Primary Four fiery steeds, is dragg'd along the green, Line 854Permalink |
Primary By Tullus' doom: the brambles drink his blood, Line 855Permalink |
Primary And his torn limbs are left the vulture's food. Line 856Permalink |
Primary There, Porsena to Rome proud Tarquin brings, Line 857Permalink |
Primary And would by force restore the banish'd kings. Line 858Permalink |
Primary One tyrant for his fellow-tyrant fights; Line 859Permalink |
Primary The Roman youth assert their native rights. Line 860Permalink |
Primary Before the town the Tuscan army lies, Line 861Permalink |
Primary To win by famine, or by fraud surprise. Line 862Permalink |
Primary Their king, half-threat'ning, half-disdaining stood, Line 863Permalink |
Primary While Cocles broke the bridge, and stemm'd the flood. Line 864Permalink |
Primary The captive maids there tempt the raging tide, Line 865Permalink |
Primary Scap'd from their chains, with Cloelia for their guide. Line 866Permalink |
Primary High on a rock heroic Manlius stood, Line 867Permalink |
Primary To guard the temple, and the temple's god. Line 868Permalink |
Primary Then Rome was poor; and there you might behold Line 869Permalink |
Primary The palace thatch'd with straw, now roof'd with gold. Line 870Permalink |
Primary The silver goose before the shining gate Line 871Permalink |
Primary There flew, and, by her cackle, sav'd the state. Line 872Permalink |
Primary She told the Gauls' approach; th' approaching Gauls, Line 873Permalink |
Primary Obscure in night, ascend, and seize the walls. Line 874Permalink |
Primary The gold dissembled well their yellow hair, Line 875Permalink |
Primary And golden chains on their white necks they wear. Line 876Permalink |
Primary Gold are their vests; long Alpine spears they wield, Line 877Permalink |
Primary And their left arm sustains a length of shield. Line 878Permalink |
Primary Hard by, the leaping Salian priests advance; Line 879Permalink |
Primary And naked thro' the streets the mad Luperci dance, Line 880Permalink |
Primary In caps of wool; the targets dropp'd from heav'n. Line 881Permalink |
Primary Here modest matrons, in soft litters driv'n, Line 882Permalink |
Primary To pay their vows in solemn pomp appear, Line 883Permalink |
Primary And odorous gums in their chaste hands they bear. Line 884Permalink |
Primary Far hence remov'd, the Stygian seats are seen; Line 885Permalink |
Primary Pains of the damn'd, and punish'd Catiline Line 886Permalink |
Primary Hung on a rock- the traitor; and, around, Line 887Permalink |
Primary The Furies hissing from the nether ground. Line 888Permalink |
Primary Apart from these, the happy souls he draws, Line 889Permalink |
Primary And Cato's holy ghost dispensing laws. Line 890Permalink |
Primary Betwixt the quarters flows a golden sea; Line 891Permalink |
Primary But foaming surges there in silver play. Line 892Permalink |
Primary The dancing dolphins with their tails divide Line 893Permalink |
Primary The glitt'ring waves, and cut the precious tide. Line 894Permalink |
Primary Amid the main, two mighty fleets engage Line 895Permalink |
Primary Their brazen beaks, oppos'd with equal rage. Line 896Permalink |
Primary Actium surveys the well-disputed prize; Line 897Permalink |
Primary Leucate's wat'ry plain with foamy billows fries. Line 898Permalink |
Primary Young Caesar, on the stern, in armor bright, Line 899Permalink |
Primary Here leads the Romans and their gods to fight: Line 900Permalink |
Primary His beamy temples shoot their flames afar, Line 901Permalink |
Primary And o'er his head is hung the Julian star. Line 902Permalink |
Primary Agrippa seconds him, with prosp'rous gales, Line 903Permalink |
Primary And, with propitious gods, his foes assails: Line 904Permalink |
Primary A naval crown, that binds his manly brows, Line 905Permalink |
Primary The happy fortune of the fight foreshows. Line 906Permalink |
Primary Rang'd on the line oppos'd, Antonius brings Line 907Permalink |
Primary Barbarian aids, and troops of Eastern kings; Line 908Permalink |
Primary Th' Arabians near, and Bactrians from afar, Line 909Permalink |
Primary Of tongues discordant, and a mingled war: Line 910Permalink |
Primary And, rich in gaudy robes, amidst the strife, Line 911Permalink |
Primary His ill fate follows him- th' Egyptian wife. Line 912Permalink |
Primary Moving they fight; with oars and forky prows Line 913Permalink |
Primary The froth is gather'd, and the water glows. Line 914Permalink |
Primary It seems, as if the Cyclades again Line 915Permalink |
Primary Were rooted up, and justled in the main; Line 916Permalink |
Primary Or floating mountains floating mountains meet; Line 917Permalink |
Primary Such is the fierce encounter of the fleet. Line 918Permalink |
Primary Fireballs are thrown, and pointed jav'lins fly; Line 919Permalink |
Primary The fields of Neptune take a purple dye. Line 920Permalink |
Primary The queen herself, amidst the loud alarms, Line 921Permalink |
Primary With cymbals toss'd her fainting soldiers warms- Line 922Permalink |
Primary Fool as she was! who had not yet divin'd Line 923Permalink |
Primary Her cruel fate, nor saw the snakes behind. Line 924Permalink |
Primary Her country gods, the monsters of the sky, Line 925Permalink |
Primary Great Neptune, Pallas, and Love's Queen defy: Line 926Permalink |
Primary The dog Anubis barks, but barks in vain, Line 927Permalink |
Primary Nor longer dares oppose th' ethereal train. Line 928Permalink |
Primary Mars in the middle of the shining shield Line 929Permalink |
Primary Is grav'd, and strides along the liquid field. Line 930Permalink |
Primary The Dirae souse from heav'n with swift descent; Line 931Permalink |
Primary And Discord, dyed in blood, with garments rent, Line 932Permalink |
Primary Divides the prease: her steps Bellona treads, Line 933Permalink |
Primary And shakes her iron rod above their heads. Line 934Permalink |
Primary This seen, Apollo, from his Actian height, Line 935Permalink |
Primary Pours down his arrows; at whose winged flight Line 936Permalink |
Primary The trembling Indians and Egyptians yield, Line 937Permalink |
Primary And soft Sabaeans quit the wat'ry field. Line 938Permalink |
Primary The fatal mistress hoists her silken sails, Line 939Permalink |
Primary And, shrinking from the fight, invokes the gales. Line 940Permalink |
Primary Aghast she looks, and heaves her breast for breath, Line 941Permalink |
Primary Panting, and pale with fear of future death. Line 942Permalink |
Primary The god had figur'd her as driv'n along Line 943Permalink |
Primary By winds and waves, and scudding thro' the throng. Line 944Permalink |
Primary Just opposite, sad Nilus opens wide Line 945Permalink |
Primary His arms and ample bosom to the tide, Line 946Permalink |
Primary And spreads his mantle o'er the winding coast, Line 947Permalink |
Primary In which he wraps his queen, and hides the flying host. Line 948Permalink |
Primary The victor to the gods his thanks express'd, Line 949Permalink |
Primary And Rome, triumphant, with his presence bless'd. Line 950Permalink |
Primary Three hundred temples in the town he plac'd; Line 951Permalink |
Primary With spoils and altars ev'ry temple grac'd. Line 952Permalink |
Primary Three shining nights, and three succeeding days, Line 953Permalink |
Primary The fields resound with shouts, the streets with praise, Line 954Permalink |
Primary The domes with songs, the theaters with plays. Line 955Permalink |
Primary All altars flame: before each altar lies, Line 956Permalink |
Primary Drench'd in his gore, the destin'd sacrifice. Line 957Permalink |
Primary Great Caesar sits sublime upon his throne, Line 958Permalink |
Primary Before Apollo's porch of Parian stone; Line 959Permalink |
Primary Accepts the presents vow'd for victory, Line 960Permalink |
Primary And hangs the monumental crowns on high. Line 961Permalink |
Primary Vast crowds of vanquish'd nations march along, Line 962Permalink |
Primary Various in arms, in habit, and in tongue. Line 963Permalink |
Primary Here, Mulciber assigns the proper place Line 964Permalink |
Primary For Carians, and th' ungirt Numidian race; Line 965Permalink |
Primary Then ranks the Thracians in the second row, Line 966Permalink |
Primary With Scythians, expert in the dart and bow. Line 967Permalink |
Primary And here the tam'd Euphrates humbly glides, Line 968Permalink |
Primary And there the Rhine submits her swelling tides, Line 969Permalink |
Primary And proud Araxes, whom no bridge could bind; Line 970Permalink |
Primary The Danes' unconquer'd offspring march behind, Line 971Permalink |
Primary And Morini, the last of humankind. Line 972Permalink |
Primary These figures, on the shield divinely wrought, Line 973Permalink |
Primary By Vulcan labor'd, and by Venus brought, Line 974Permalink |
Primary With joy and wonder fill the hero's thought. Line 975Permalink |
Primary Unknown the names, he yet admires the grace, Line 976Permalink |
Primary And bears aloft the fame and fortune of his race. Line 977Permalink |