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While these affairs in distant places pass'd,

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The various Iris Juno sends with haste,

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To find bold Turnus, who, with anxious thought,

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The secret shade of his great grandsire sought.

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Retir'd alone she found the daring man,

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And op'd her rosy lips, and thus began:

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"What none of all the gods could grant thy vows,

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That, Turnus, this auspicious day bestows.

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Aeneas, gone to seek th' Arcadian prince,

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Has left the Trojan camp without defense;

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And, short of succors there, employs his pains

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In parts remote to raise the Tuscan swains.

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Now snatch an hour that favors thy designs;

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Unite thy forces, and attack their lines."

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This said, on equal wings she pois'd her weight,

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And form'd a radiant rainbow in her flight.

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The Daunian hero lifts his hands eyes,

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And thus invokes the goddess as she flies:

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"Iris, the grace of heav'n, what pow'r divine

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Has sent thee down, thro' dusky clouds to shine?

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See, they divide; immortal day appears,

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And glitt'ring planets dancing in their spheres!

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With joy, these happy omens I obey,

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And follow to the war the god that leads the way."

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Thus having said, as by the brook he stood,

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He scoop'd the water from the crystal flood;

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Then with his hands the drops to heav'n he throws,

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And loads the pow'rs above with offer'd vows.

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Now march the bold confed'rates thro' the plain,

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Well hors'd, well clad; a rich and shining train.

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Messapus leads the van; and, in the rear,

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The sons of Tyrrheus in bright arms appear.

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In the main battle, with his flaming crest,

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The mighty Turnus tow'rs above the rest.

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Silent they move, majestically slow,

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Like ebbing Nile, or Ganges in his flow.

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The Trojans view the dusty cloud from far,

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And the dark menace of the distant war.

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Caicus from the rampire saw it rise,

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Black'ning the fields, and thick'ning thro' the skies.

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Then to his fellows thus aloud he calls:

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"What rolling clouds, my friends, approach the walls?

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Arm! arm! and man the works! prepare your spears

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And pointed darts! the Latian host appears."

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Thus warn'd, they shut their gates; with shouts ascend

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The bulwarks, and, secure, their foes attend:

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For their wise gen'ral, with foreseeing care,

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Had charg'd them not to tempt the doubtful war,

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Nor, tho' provok'd, in open fields advance,

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But close within their lines attend their chance.

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Unwilling, yet they keep the strict command,

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And sourly wait in arms the hostile band.

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The fiery Turnus flew before the rest:

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A piebald steed of Thracian strain he press'd;

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His helm of massy gold, and crimson was his crest.

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With twenty horse to second his designs,

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An unexpected foe, he fac'd the lines.

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"Is there," he said, "in arms, who bravely dare

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His leader's honor and his danger share?"

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Then spurring on, his brandish'd dart he threw,

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In sign of war: applauding shouts ensue.

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Amaz'd to find a dastard race, that run

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Behind the rampires and the battle shun,

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He rides around the camp, with rolling eyes,

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And stops at ev'ry post, and ev'ry passage tries.

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So roams the nightly wolf about the fold:

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Wet with descending show'rs, and stiff with cold,

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He howls for hunger, and he grins for pain,

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(His gnashing teeth are exercis'd in vain,)

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And, impotent of anger, finds no way

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In his distended paws to grasp the prey.

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The mothers listen; but the bleating lambs

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Securely swig the dug, beneath the dams.

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Thus ranges eager Turnus o'er the plain.

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Sharp with desire, and furious with disdain;

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Surveys each passage with a piercing sight,

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To force his foes in equal field to fight.

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Thus while he gazes round, at length he spies,

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Where, fenc'd with strong redoubts, their navy lies,

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Close underneath the walls; the washing tide

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Secures from all approach this weaker side.

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He takes the wish'd occasion, fills his hand

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With ready fires, and shakes a flaming brand.

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Urg'd by his presence, ev'ry soul is warm'd,

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And ev'ry hand with kindled firs is arm'd.

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From the fir'd pines the scatt'ring sparkles fly;

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Fat vapors, mix'd with flames, involve the sky.

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What pow'r, O Muses, could avert the flame

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Which threaten'd, in the fleet, the Trojan name?

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Tell: for the fact, thro' length of time obscure,

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Is hard to faith; yet shall the fame endure.

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'T is said that, when the chief prepar'd his flight,

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And fell'd his timber from Mount Ida's height,

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The grandam goddess then approach'd her son,

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And with a mother's majesty begun:

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"Grant me," she said, "the sole request I bring,

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Since conquer'd heav'n has own'd you for its king.

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On Ida's brows, for ages past, there stood,

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With firs and maples fill'd, a shady wood;

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And on the summit rose a sacred grove,

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Where I was worship'd with religious love.

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Those woods, that holy grove, my long delight,

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I gave the Trojan prince, to speed his flight.

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Now, fill'd with fear, on their behalf I come;

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Let neither winds o'erset, nor waves intomb

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The floating forests of the sacred pine;

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But let it be their safety to be mine."

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Then thus replied her awful son, who rolls

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The radiant stars, and heav'n and earth controls:

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"How dare you, mother, endless date demand

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For vessels molded by a mortal hand?

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What then is fate? Shall bold Aeneas ride,

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Of safety certain, on th' uncertain tide?

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Yet, what I can, I grant; when, wafted o'er,

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The chief is landed on the Latian shore,

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Whatever ships escape the raging storms,

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At my command shall change their fading forms

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To nymphs divine, and plow the wat'ry way,

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Like Dotis and the daughters of the sea."

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To seal his sacred vow, by Styx he swore,

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The lake of liquid pitch, the dreary shore,

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And Phlegethon's innavigable flood,

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And the black regions of his brother god.

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He said; and shook the skies with his imperial nod.

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And now at length the number'd hours were come,

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Prefix'd by fate's irrevocable doom,

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When the great Mother of the Gods was free

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To save her ships, and finish Jove's decree.

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First, from the quarter of the morn, there sprung

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A light that sign'd the heav'ns, and shot along;

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Then from a cloud, fring'd round with golden fires,

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Were timbrels heard, and Berecynthian choirs;

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And, last, a voice, with more than mortal sounds,

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Both hosts, in arms oppos'd, with equal horror wounds:

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"O Trojan race, your needless aid forbear,

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And know, my ships are my peculiar care.

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With greater ease the bold Rutulian may,

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With hissing brands, attempt to burn the sea,

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Than singe my sacred pines. But you, my charge,

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Loos'd from your crooked anchors, launch at large,

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Exalted each a nymph: forsake the sand,

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And swim the seas, at Cybele's command."

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No sooner had the goddess ceas'd to speak,

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When, lo! th' obedient ships their haulsers break;

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And, strange to tell, like dolphins, in the main

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They plunge their prows, and dive, and spring again:

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As many beauteous maids the billows sweep,

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As rode before tall vessels on the deep.

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The foes, surpris'd with wonder, stood aghast;

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Messapus curb'd his fiery courser's haste;

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Old Tiber roar'd, and, raising up his head,

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Call'd back his waters to their oozy bed.

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Turnus alone, undaunted, bore the shock,

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And with these words his trembling troops bespoke:

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"These monsters for the Trojans' fate are meant,

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And are by Jove for black presages sent.

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He takes the cowards' last relief away;

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For fly they cannot, and, constrain'd to stay,

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Must yield unfought, a base inglorious prey.

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The liquid half of all the globe is lost;

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Heav'n shuts the seas, and we secure the coast.

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Theirs is no more than that small spot of ground

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Which myriads of our martial men surround.

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Their fates I fear not, or vain oracles.

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'T was giv'n to Venus they should cross the seas,

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And land secure upon the Latian plains:

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Their promis'd hour is pass'd, and mine remains.

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'T is in the fate of Turnus to destroy,

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With sword and fire, the faithless race of Troy.

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Shall such affronts as these alone inflame

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The Grecian brothers, and the Grecian name?

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My cause and theirs is one; a fatal strife,

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And final ruin, for a ravish'd wife.

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Was 't not enough, that, punish'd for the crime,

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They fell; but will they fall a second time?

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One would have thought they paid enough before,

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To curse the costly sex, and durst offend no more.

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Can they securely trust their feeble wall,

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A slight partition, a thin interval,

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Betwixt their fate and them; when Troy, tho' built

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By hands divine, yet perish'd by their guilt?

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Lend me, for once, my friends, your valiant hands,

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To force from out their lines these dastard bands.

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Less than a thousand ships will end this war,

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Nor Vulcan needs his fated arms prepare.

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Let all the Tuscans, all th' Arcadians, join!

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Nor these, nor those, shall frustrate my design.

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Let them not fear the treasons of the night,

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The robb'd Palladium, the pretended flight:

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Our onset shall be made in open light.

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No wooden engine shall their town betray;

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Fires they shall have around, but fires by day.

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No Grecian babes before their camp appear,

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Whom Hector's arms detain'd to the tenth tardy year.

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Now, since the sun is rolling to the west,

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Give we the silent night to needful rest:

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Refresh your bodies, and your arms prepare;

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The morn shall end the small remains of war."

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The post of honor to Messapus falls,

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To keep the nightly guard, to watch the walls,

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To pitch the fires at distances around,

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And close the Trojans in their scanty ground.

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Twice seven Rutulian captains ready stand,

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And twice seven hundred horse these chiefs command;

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All clad in shining arms the works invest,

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Each with a radiant helm and waving crest.

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Stretch'd at their length, they press the grassy ground;

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They laugh, they sing, (the jolly bowls go round,)

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With lights and cheerful fires renew the day,

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And pass the wakeful night in feasts and play.

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The Trojans, from above, their foes beheld,

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And with arm'd legions all the rampires fill'd.

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Seiz'd with affright, their gates they first explore;

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Join works to works with bridges, tow'r to tow'r:

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Thus all things needful for defense abound.

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Mnestheus and brave Seresthus walk the round,

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Commission'd by their absent prince to share

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The common danger, and divide the care.

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The soldiers draw their lots, and, as they fall,

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By turns relieve each other on the wall.

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Nigh where the foes their utmost guards advance,

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To watch the gate was warlike Nisus' chance.

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His father Hyrtacus of noble blood;

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His mother was a huntress of the wood,

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And sent him to the wars. Well could he bear

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His lance in fight, and dart the flying spear,

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But better skill'd unerring shafts to send.

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Beside him stood Euryalus, his friend:

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Euryalus, than whom the Trojan host

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No fairer face, or sweeter air, could boast-

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Scarce had the down to shade his cheeks begun.

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One was their care, and their delight was one:

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One common hazard in the war they shar'd,

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And now were both by choice upon the guard.

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Then Nisus thus: "Or do the gods inspire

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This warmth, or make we gods of our desire?

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A gen'rous ardor boils within my breast,

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Eager of action, enemy to rest:

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This urges me to fight, and fires my mind

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To leave a memorable name behind.

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Thou see'st the foe secure; how faintly shine

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Their scatter'd fires! the most, in sleep supine

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Along the ground, an easy conquest lie:

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The wakeful few the fuming flagon ply;

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All hush'd around. Now hear what I revolve-

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A thought unripe- and scarcely yet resolve.

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Our absent prince both camp and council mourn;

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By message both would hasten his return:

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If they confer what I demand on thee,

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(For fame is recompense enough for me,)

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Methinks, beneath yon hill, I have espied

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A way that safely will my passage guide."

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Euryalus stood list'ning while he spoke,

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With love of praise and noble envy struck;

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Then to his ardent friend expos'd his mind:

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"All this, alone, and leaving me behind!

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Am I unworthy, Nisus, to be join'd?

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Thinkist thou I can my share of glory yield,

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Or send thee unassisted to the field?

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Not so my father taught my childhood arms;

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Born in a siege, and bred among alarms!

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Nor is my youth unworthy of my friend,

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Nor of the heav'n-born hero I attend.

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The thing call'd life, with ease I can disclaim,

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And think it over-sold to purchase fame."

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Then Nisus thus: "Alas! thy tender years

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Would minister new matter to my fears.

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So may the gods, who view this friendly strife,

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Restore me to thy lov'd embrace with life,

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Condemn'd to pay my vows, (as sure I trust,)

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This thy request is cruel and unjust.

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But if some chance- as many chances are,

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And doubtful hazards, in the deeds of war-

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If one should reach my head, there let it fall,

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And spare thy life; I would not perish all.

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Thy bloomy youth deserves a longer date:

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Live thou to mourn thy love's unhappy fate;

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To bear my mangled body from the foe,

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Or buy it back, and fun'ral rites bestow.

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Or, if hard fortune shall those dues deny,

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Thou canst at least an empty tomb supply.

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O let not me the widow's tears renew!

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Nor let a mother's curse my name pursue:

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Thy pious parent, who, for love of thee,

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Forsook the coasts of friendly Sicily,

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Her age committing to the seas and wind,

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When ev'ry weary matron stay'd behind."

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To this, Euryalus: "You plead in vain,

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And but protract the cause you cannot gain.

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No more delays, but haste!" With that, he wakes

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The nodding watch; each to his office takes.

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The guard reliev'd, the gen'rous couple went

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To find the council at the royal tent.

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All creatures else forgot their daily care,

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And sleep, the common gift of nature, share;

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Except the Trojan peers, who wakeful sate

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In nightly council for th' indanger'd state.

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They vote a message to their absent chief,

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Shew their distress, and beg a swift relief.

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Amid the camp a silent seat they chose,

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Remote from clamor, and secure from foes.

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On their left arms their ample shields they bear,

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The right reclin'd upon the bending spear.

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Now Nisus and his friend approach the guard,

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And beg admission, eager to be heard:

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Th' affair important, not to be deferr'd.

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Ascanius bids 'em be conducted in,

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Ord'ring the more experienc'd to begin.

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Then Nisus thus: "Ye fathers, lend your ears;

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Nor judge our bold attempt beyond our years.

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The foe, securely drench'd in sleep and wine,

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Neglect their watch; the fires but thinly shine;

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And where the smoke in cloudy vapors flies,

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Cov'ring the plain, and curling to the skies,

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Betwixt two paths, which at the gate divide,

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Close by the sea, a passage we have spied,

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Which will our way to great Aeneas guide.

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Expect each hour to see him safe again,

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Loaded with spoils of foes in battle slain.

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Snatch we the lucky minute while we may;

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Nor can we be mistaken in the way;

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For, hunting in the vale, we both have seen

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The rising turrets, and the stream between,

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And know the winding course, with ev'ry ford."

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He ceas'd; and old Alethes took the word:

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"Our country gods, in whom our trust we place,

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Will yet from ruin save the Trojan race,

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While we behold such dauntless worth appear

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In dawning youth, and souls so void of fear."

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Then into tears of joy the father broke;

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Each in his longing arms by turns he took;

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Panted and paus'd; and thus again he spoke:

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"Ye brave young men, what equal gifts can we,

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In recompense of such desert, decree?

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The greatest, sure, and best you can receive,

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The gods and your own conscious worth will give.

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The rest our grateful gen'ral will bestow,

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And young Ascanius till his manhood owe."

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"And I, whose welfare in my father lies,"

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Ascanius adds, "by the great deities,

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By my dear country, by my household gods,

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By hoary Vesta's rites and dark abodes,

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Adjure you both, (on you my fortune stands;

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That and my faith I plight into your hands,)

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Make me but happy in his safe return,

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Whose wanted presence I can only mourn;

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Your common gift shall two large goblets be

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Of silver, wrought with curious imagery,

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And high emboss'd, which, when old Priam reign'd,

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My conqu'ring sire at sack'd Arisba gain'd;

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And more, two tripods cast in antic mold,

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With two great talents of the finest gold;

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Beside a costly bowl, ingrav'd with art,

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Which Dido gave, when first she gave her heart.

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But, if in conquer'd Italy we reign,

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When spoils by lot the victor shall obtain-

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Thou saw'st the courser by proud Turnus press'd:

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That, Nisus, and his arms, and nodding crest,

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And shield, from chance exempt, shall be thy share:

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Twelve lab'ring slaves, twelve handmaids young and fair

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All clad in rich attire, and train'd with care;

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And, last, a Latian field with fruitful plains,

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And a large portion of the king's domains.

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But thou, whose years are more to mine allied-

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No fate my vow'd affection shall divide

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From thee, heroic youth! Be wholly mine;

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Take full possession; all my soul is thine.

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One faith, one fame, one fate, shall both attend;

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My life's companion, and my bosom friend:

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My peace shall be committed to thy care,

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And to thy conduct my concerns in war."

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Then thus the young Euryalus replied:

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"Whatever fortune, good or bad, betide,

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The same shall be my age, as now my youth;

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No time shall find me wanting to my truth.

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This only from your goodness let me gain

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(And, this ungranted, all rewards are vain)

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Of Priam's royal race my mother came-

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And sure the best that ever bore the name-

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Whom neither Troy nor Sicily could hold

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From me departing, but, o'erspent and old,

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My fate she follow'd. Ignorant of this

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(Whatever) danger, neither parting kiss,

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Nor pious blessing taken, her I leave,

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And in this only act of all my life deceive.

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By this right hand and conscious Night I swear,

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My soul so sad a farewell could not bear.

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Be you her comfort; fill my vacant place

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(Permit me to presume so great a grace)

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Support her age, forsaken and distress'd.

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That hope alone will fortify my breast

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Against the worst of fortunes, and of fears."

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He said. The mov'd assistants melt in tears.

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Then thus Ascanius, wonderstruck to see

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That image of his filial piety:

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"So great beginnings, in so green an age,

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Exact the faith which I again ingage.

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Thy mother all the dues shall justly claim,

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Creusa had, and only want the name.

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Whate'er event thy bold attempt shall have,

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'T is merit to have borne a son so brave.

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Now by my head, a sacred oath, I swear,

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(My father us'd it,) what, returning here

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Crown'd with success, I for thyself prepare,

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That, if thou fail, shall thy lov'd mother share."

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He said, and weeping, while he spoke the word,

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From his broad belt he drew a shining sword,

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Magnificent with gold. Lycaon made,

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And in an ivory scabbard sheath'd the blade.

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This was his gift. Great Mnestheus gave his friend

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A lion's hide, his body to defend;

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And good Alethes furnish'd him, beside,

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With his own trusty helm, of temper tried.

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Thus arm'd they went. The noble Trojans wait

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Their issuing forth, and follow to the gate

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With prayers and vows. Above the rest appears

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Ascanius, manly far beyond his years,

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And messages committed to their care,

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Which all in winds were lost, and flitting air.

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The trenches first they pass'd; then took their way

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Where their proud foes in pitch'd pavilions lay;

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To many fatal, ere themselves were slain.

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They found the careless host dispers'd upon the plain,

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Who, gorg'd, and drunk with wine, supinely snore.

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Unharness'd chariots stand along the shore:

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Amidst the wheels and reins, the goblet by,

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A medley of debauch and war, they lie.

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Observing Nisus shew'd his friend the sight:

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"Behold a conquest gain'd without a fight.

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Occasion offers, and I stand prepar'd;

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There lies our way; be thou upon the guard,

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And look around, while I securely go,

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And hew a passage thro' the sleeping foe."

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Softly he spoke; then striding took his way,

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With his drawn sword, where haughty Rhamnes lay;

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His head rais'd high on tapestry beneath,

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And heaving from his breast, he drew his breath;

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A king and prophet, by King Turnus lov'd:

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But fate by prescience cannot be remov'd.

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Him and his sleeping slaves he slew; then spies

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Where Remus, with his rich retinue, lies.

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His armor-bearer first, and next he kills

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His charioteer, intrench'd betwixt the wheels

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And his lov'd horses; last invades their lord;

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Full on his neck he drives the fatal sword:

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The gasping head flies off; a purple flood

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Flows from the trunk, that welters in the blood,

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Which, by the spurning heels dispers'd around,

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The bed besprinkles and bedews the ground.

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Lamus the bold, and Lamyrus the strong,

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He slew, and then Serranus fair and young.

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From dice and wine the youth retir'd to rest,

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And puff'd the fumy god from out his breast:

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Ev'n then he dreamt of drink and lucky play-

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More lucky, had it lasted till the day.

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The famish'd lion thus, with hunger bold,

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O'erleaps the fences of the nightly fold,

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And tears the peaceful flocks: with silent awe

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Trembling they lie, and pant beneath his paw.

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Nor with less rage Euryalus employs

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The wrathful sword, or fewer foes destroys;

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But on th' ignoble crowd his fury flew;

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He Fadus, Hebesus, and Rhoetus slew.

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Oppress'd with heavy sleep the former fell,

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But Rhoetus wakeful, and observing all:

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Behind a spacious jar he slink'd for fear;

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The fatal iron found and reach'd him there;

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For, as he rose, it pierc'd his naked side,

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And, reeking, thence return'd in crimson dyed.

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The wound pours out a stream of wine and blood;

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The purple soul comes floating in the flood.

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Now, where Messapus quarter'd, they arrive.

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The fires were fainting there, and just alive;

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The warrior-horses, tied in order, fed.

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Nisus observ'd the discipline, and said:

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"Our eager thirst of blood may both betray;

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And see the scatter'd streaks of dawning day,

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Foe to nocturnal thefts. No more, my friend;

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Here let our glutted execution end.

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A lane thro' slaughter'd bodies we have made."

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The bold Euryalus, tho' loth, obey'd.

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Of arms, and arras, and of plate, they find

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A precious load; but these they leave behind.

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Yet, fond of gaudy spoils, the boy would stay

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To make the rich caparison his prey,

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Which on the steed of conquer'd Rhamnes lay.

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Nor did his eyes less longingly behold

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The girdle-belt, with nails of burnish'd gold.

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This present Caedicus the rich bestow'd

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On Remulus, when friendship first they vow'd,

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And, absent, join'd in hospitable ties:

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He, dying, to his heir bequeath'd the prize;

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Till, by the conqu'ring Ardean troops oppress'd,

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He fell; and they the glorious gift possess'd.

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These glitt'ring spoils (now made the victor's gain)

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He to his body suits, but suits in vain:

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Messapus' helm he finds among the rest,

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And laces on, and wears the waving crest.

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Proud of their conquest, prouder of their prey,

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They leave the camp, and take the ready way.

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But far they had not pass'd, before they spied

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Three hundred horse, with Volscens for their guide.

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The queen a legion to King Turnus sent;

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But the swift horse the slower foot prevent,

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And now, advancing, sought the leader's tent.

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They saw the pair; for, thro' the doubtful shade,

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His shining helm Euryalus betray'd,

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On which the moon with full reflection play'd.

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"'T is not for naught," cried Volscens from the crowd,

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"These men go there;" then rais'd his voice aloud:

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"Stand! stand! why thus in arms? And whither bent?

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From whence, to whom, and on what errand sent?"

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Silent they scud away, and haste their flight

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To neighb'ring woods, and trust themselves to night.

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The speedy horse all passages belay,

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And spur their smoking steeds to cross their way,

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And watch each entrance of the winding wood.

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Black was the forest: thick with beech it stood,

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Horrid with fern, and intricate with thorn;

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Few paths of human feet, or tracks of beasts, were worn.

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The darkness of the shades, his heavy prey,

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And fear, misled the younger from his way.

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But Nisus hit the turns with happier haste,

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And, thoughtless of his friend, the forest pass'd,

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And Alban plains, from Alba's name so call'd,

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Where King Latinus then his oxen stall'd;

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Till, turning at the length, he stood his ground,

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And miss'd his friend, and cast his eyes around:

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"Ah wretch!" he cried, "where have I left behind

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Th' unhappy youth? where shall I hope to find?

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Or what way take?" Again he ventures back,

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And treads the mazes of his former track.

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He winds the wood, and, list'ning, hears the noise

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Of tramping coursers, and the riders' voice.

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The sound approach'd; and suddenly he view'd

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The foes inclosing, and his friend pursued,

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Forelaid and taken, while he strove in vain

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The shelter of the friendly shades to gain.

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What should he next attempt? what arms employ,

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What fruitless force, to free the captive boy?

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Or desperate should he rush and lose his life,

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With odds oppress'd, in such unequal strife?

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Resolv'd at length, his pointed spear he shook;

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And, casting on the moon a mournful look:

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"Guardian of groves, and goddess of the night,

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Fair queen," he said, "direct my dart aright.

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If e'er my pious father, for my sake,

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Did grateful off'rings on thy altars make,

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Or I increas'd them with my sylvan toils,

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And hung thy holy roofs with savage spoils,

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Give me to scatter these." Then from his ear

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He pois'd, and aim'd, and launch'd the trembling spear.

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The deadly weapon, hissing from the grove,

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Impetuous on the back of Sulmo drove;

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Pierc'd his thin armor, drank his vital blood,

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And in his body left the broken

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He staggers round; his eyeballs roll in death,

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And with short sobs he gasps away his breath.

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All stand amaz'd- a second jav'lin flies

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With equal strength, and quivers thro' the skies.

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This thro' thy temples, Tagus, forc'd the way,

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And in the brainpan warmly buried lay.

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Fierce Volscens foams with rage, and, gazing round,

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Descried not him who gave the fatal wound,

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Nor knew to fix revenge: "But thou," he cries,

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"Shalt pay for both," and at the pris'ner flies

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With his drawn sword. Then, struck with deep despair,

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That cruel sight the lover could not bear;

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But from his covert rush'd in open view,

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And sent his voice before him as he flew:

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"Me! me!" he cried- "turn all your swords alone

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On me- the fact confess'd, the fault my own.

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He neither could nor durst, the guiltless youth:

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Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth!

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His only crime (if friendship can offend)

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Is too much love to his unhappy friend."

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Too late he speaks: the sword, which fury guides,

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Driv'n with full force, had pierc'd his tender sides.

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Down fell the beauteous youth: the yawning wound

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Gush'd out a purple stream, and stain'd the ground.

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His snowy neck reclines upon his breast,

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Like a fair flow'r by the keen share oppress'd;

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Like a white poppy sinking on the plain,

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Whose heavy head is overcharg'd with rain.

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Despair, and rage, and vengeance justly vow'd,

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Drove Nisus headlong on the hostile crowd.

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Volscens he seeks; on him alone he bends:

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Borne back and bor'd by his surrounding friends,

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Onward he press'd, and kept him still in sight;

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Then whirl'd aloft his sword with all his might:

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Th' unerring steel descended while he spoke,

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Piered his wide mouth, and thro' his weazon broke.

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Dying, he slew; and, stagg'ring on the plain,

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With swimming eyes he sought his lover slain;

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Then quiet on his bleeding bosom fell,

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Content, in death, to be reveng'd so well.

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O happy friends! for, if my verse can give

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Immortal life, your fame shall ever live,

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Fix'd as the Capitol's foundation lies,

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And spread, where'er the Roman eagle flies!

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The conqu'ring party first divide the prey,

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Then their slain leader to the camp convey.

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With wonder, as they went, the troops were fill'd,

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To see such numbers whom so few had kill'd.

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Serranus, Rhamnes, and the rest, they found:

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Vast crowds the dying and the dead surround;

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And the yet reeking blood o'erflows the ground.

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All knew the helmet which Messapus lost,

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But mourn'd a purchase that so dear had cost.

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Now rose the ruddy morn from Tithon's bed,

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And with the dawn of day the skies o'erspread;

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Nor long the sun his daily course withheld,

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But added colors to the world reveal'd:

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When early Turnus, wak'ning with the light,

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All clad in armor, calls his troops to fight.

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His martial men with fierce harangue he fir'd,

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And his own ardor in their souls inspir'd.

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This done- to give new terror to his foes,

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The heads of Nisus and his friend he shows,

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Rais'd high on pointed spears- a ghastly sight:

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Loud peals of shouts ensue, and barbarous delight.

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Meantime the Trojans run, where danger calls;

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They line their trenches, and they man their walls.

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In front extended to the left they stood;

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Safe was the right, surrounded by the flood.

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But, casting from their tow'rs a frightful view,

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They saw the faces, which too well they knew,

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Tho' then disguis'd in death, and smear'd all o'er

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With filth obscene, and dropping putrid gore.

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Soon hasty fame thro' the sad city bears

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The mournful message to the mother's ears.

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An icy cold benumbs her limbs; she shakes;

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Her cheeks the blood, her hand the web forsakes.

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She runs the rampires round amidst the war,

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Nor fears the flying darts; she rends her hair,

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And fills with loud laments the liquid air.

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"Thus, then, my lov'd Euryalus appears!

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Thus looks the prop my declining years!

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Was't on this face my famish'd eyes I fed?

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Ah! how unlike the living is the dead!

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And could'st thou leave me, cruel, thus alone?

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Not one kind kiss from a departing son!

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No look, no last adieu before he went,

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In an ill-boding hour to slaughter sent!

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Cold on the ground, and pressing foreign clay,

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To Latian dogs and fowls he lies a prey!

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Nor was I near to close his dying eyes,

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To wash his wounds, to weep his obsequies,

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To call about his corpse his crying friends,

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Or spread the mantle (made for other ends)

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On his dear body, which I wove with care,

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Nor did my daily pains or nightly labor spare.

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Where shall I find his corpse? what earth sustains

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His trunk dismember'd, and his cold remains?

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For this, alas! I left my needful ease,

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Expos'd my life to winds and winter seas!

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If any pity touch Rutulian hearts,

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Here empty all your quivers, all your darts;

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Or, if they fail, thou, Jove, conclude my woe,

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And send me thunderstruck to shades below!"

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Her shrieks and clamors pierce the Trojans' ears,

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Unman their courage, and augment their fears;

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Nor young Ascanius could the sight sustain,

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Nor old Ilioneus his tears restrain,

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But Actor and Idaeus jointly sent,

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To bear the madding mother to her tent.

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And now the trumpets terribly, from far,

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With rattling clangor, rouse the sleepy war.

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The soldiers' shouts succeed the brazen sounds;

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And heav'n, from pole to pole, the noise rebounds.

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The Volscians bear their shields upon their head,

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And, rushing forward, form a moving shed.

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These fill the ditch; those pull the bulwarks down:

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Some raise the ladders; others scale the town.

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But, where void spaces on the walls appear,

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Or thin defense, they pour their forces there.

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With poles and missive weapons, from afar,

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The Trojans keep aloof the rising war.

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Taught, by their ten years' siege, defensive fight,

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They roll down ribs of rocks, an unresisted weight,

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To break the penthouse with the pond'rous blow,

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Which yet the patient Volscians undergo:

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But could not bear th' unequal combat long;

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For, where the Trojans find the thickest throng,

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The ruin falls: their shatter'd shields give way,

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And their crush'd heads become an easy prey.

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They shrink for fear, abated of their rage,

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Nor longer dare in a blind fight engage;

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Contented now to gall them from below

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With darts and slings, and with the distant bow.

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Elsewhere Mezentius, terrible to view,

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A blazing pine within the trenches threw.

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But brave Messapus, Neptune's warlike son,

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Broke down the palisades, the trenches won,

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And loud for ladders calls, to scale the town.

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Calliope, begin! Ye sacred Nine,

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Inspire your poet in his high design,

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To sing what slaughter manly Turnus made,

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What souls he sent below the Stygian shade,

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What fame the soldiers with their captain share,

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And the vast circuit of the fatal war;

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For you in singing martial facts excel;

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You best remember, and alone can tell.

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There stood a tow'r, amazing to the sight,

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Built up of beams, and of stupendous height:

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Art, and the nature of the place, conspir'd

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To furnish all the strength that war requir'd.

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To level this, the bold Italians join;

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The wary Trojans obviate their design;

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With weighty stones o'erwhelm their troops below,

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Shoot thro' the loopholes, and sharp jav'lins throw.

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Turnus, the chief, toss'd from his thund'ring hand

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Against the wooden walls, a flaming brand:

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It stuck, the fiery plague; the winds were high;

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The planks were season'd, and the timber dry.

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Contagion caught the posts; it spread along,

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Scorch'd, and to distance drove the scatter'd throng.

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The Trojans fled; the fire pursued amain,

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Still gath'ring fast upon the trembling train;

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Till, crowding to the corners of the wall,

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Down the defense and the defenders fall.

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The mighty flaw makes heav'n itself resound:

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The dead and dying Trojans strew the ground.

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The tow'r, that follow'd on the fallen crew,

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Whelm'd o'er their heads, and buried whom it slew:

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Some stuck upon the darts themselves had sent;

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All the same equal ruin underwent.

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Young Lycus and Helenor only scape;

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Sav'd- how, they know not- from the steepy leap.

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Helenor, elder of the two: by birth,

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On one side royal, one a son of earth,

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Whom to the Lydian king Licymnia bare,

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And sent her boasted bastard to the war

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(A privilege which none but freemen share).

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Slight were his arms, a sword and silver shield:

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No marks of honor charg'd its empty field.

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Light as he fell, so light the youth arose,

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And rising, found himself amidst his foes;

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Nor flight was left, nor hopes to force his way.

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Embolden'd by despair, he stood at bay;

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And- like a stag, whom all the troop surrounds

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Of eager huntsmen and invading hounds-

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Resolv'd on death, he dissipates his fears,

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And bounds aloft against the pointed spears:

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So dares the youth, secure of death; and throws

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His dying body on his thickest foes.

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But Lycus, swifter of his feet by far,

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Runs, doubles, winds and turns, amidst the war;

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Springs to the walls, and leaves his foes behind,

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And snatches at the beam he first can find;

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Looks up, and leaps aloft at all the stretch,

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In hopes the helping hand of some kind friend to reach.

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But Turnus follow'd hard his hunted prey

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(His spear had almost reach'd him in the way,

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Short of his reins, and scarce a span behind)

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"Fool!" said the chief, "tho' fleeter than the wind,

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Couldst thou presume to scape, when I pursue?"

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He said, and downward by the feet he drew

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The trembling dastard; at the tug he falls;

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Vast ruins come along, rent from the smoking walls.

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Thus on some silver swan, or tim'rous hare,

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Jove's bird comes sousing down from upper air;

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Her crooked talons truss the fearful prey:

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Then out of sight she soars, and wings her way.

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So seizes the grim wolf the tender lamb,

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In vain lamented by the bleating dam.

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Then rushing onward with a barb'rous cry,

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The troops of Turnus to the combat fly.

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The ditch with fagots fill'd, the daring foe

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Toss'd firebrands to the steepy turrets throw.

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Ilioneus, as bold Lucetius came

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To force the gate, and feed the kindling flame,

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Roll'd down the fragment of a rock so right,

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It crush'd him double underneath the weight.

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Two more young Liger and Asylas slew:

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To bend the bow young Liger better knew;

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Asylas best the pointed jav'lin threw.

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Brave Caeneus laid Ortygius on the plain;

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The victor Caeneus was by Turnus slain.

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By the same hand, Clonius and Itys fall,

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Sagar, and Ida, standing on the wall.

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From Capys' arms his fate Privernus found:

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Hurt by Themilla first-but slight the wound-

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His shield thrown by, to mitigate the smart,

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He clapp'd his hand upon the wounded part:

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The second shaft came swift and unespied,

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And pierc'd his hand, and nail'd it to his side,

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Transfix'd his breathing lungs and beating heart:

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The soul came issuing out, and hiss'd against the dart.

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The son of Arcens shone amid the rest,

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In glitt'ring armor and a purple vest,

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(Fair was his face, his eyes inspiring love,)

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Bred by his father in the Martian grove,

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Where the fat altars of Palicus flame,

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And send in arms to purchase early fame.

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Him when he spied from far, the Tuscan king

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Laid by the lance, and took him to the sling,

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Thrice whirl'd the thong around his head, and threw:

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The heated lead half melted as it flew;

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It pierc'd his hollow temples and his brain;

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The youth came tumbling down, and spurn'd the plain.

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Then young Ascanius, who, before this day,

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Was wont in woods to shoot the savage prey,

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First bent in martial strife the twanging bow,

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And exercis'd against a human foe-

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With this bereft Numanus of his life,

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Who Turnus' younger sister took to wife.

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Proud of his realm, and of his royal bride,

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Vaunting before his troops, and lengthen'd with a stride,

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In these insulting terms the Trojans he defied:

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"Twice-conquer'd cowards, now your shame is shown-

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Coop'd up a second time within your town!

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Who dare not issue forth in open field,

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But hold your walls before you for a shield.

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Thus threat you war? thus our alliance force?

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What gods, what madness, hether steer'd your course?

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You shall not find the sons of Atreus here,

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Nor need the frauds of sly Ulysses fear.

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Strong from the cradle, of a sturdy brood,

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We bear our newborn infants to the flood;

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There bath'd amid the stream, our boys we hold,

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With winter harden'd, and inur'd to cold.

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They wake before the day to range the wood,

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Kill ere they eat, nor taste unconquer'd food.

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No sports, but what belong to war, they know:

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To break the stubborn colt, to bend the bow.

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Our youth, of labor patient, earn their bread;

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Hardly they work, with frugal diet fed.

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From plows and harrows sent to seek renown,

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They fight in fields, and storm the shaken town.

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No part of life from toils of war is free,

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No change in age, or diff'rence in degree.

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We plow and till in arms; our oxen feel,

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Instead of goads, the spur and pointed steel;

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Th' inverted lance makes furrows in the plain.

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Ev'n time, that changes all, yet changes us in vain:

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The body, not the mind; nor can control

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Th' immortal vigor, or abate the soul.

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Our helms defend the young, disguise the gray:

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We live by plunder, and delight in prey.

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Your vests embroider'd with rich purple shine;

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In sloth you glory, and in dances join.

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Your vests have sweeping sleeves; with female pride

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Your turbants underneath your chins are tied.

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Go, Phrygians, to your Dindymus again!

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Go, less than women, in the shapes of men!

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Go, mix'd with eunuchs, in the Mother's rites,

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Where with unequal sound the flute invites;

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Sing, dance, and howl, by turns, in Ida's shade:

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Resign the war to men, who know the martial trade!"

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This foul reproach Ascanius could not hear

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With patience, or a vow'd revenge forbear.

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At the full stretch of both his hands he drew,

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And almost join'd the horns of the tough yew.

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But, first, before the throne of Jove he stood,

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And thus with lifted hands invok'd the god:

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"My first attempt, great Jupiter, succeed!

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An annual off'ring in thy grove shall bleed;

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A snow-white steer, before thy altar led,

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Who, like his mother, bears aloft his head,

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Butts with his threat'ning brows, and bellowing stands,

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And dares the fight, and spurns the yellow sands."

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Jove bow'd the heav'ns, and lent a gracious ear,

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And thunder'd on the left, amidst the clear.

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Sounded at once the bow; and swiftly flies

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The feather'd death, and hisses thro' the skies.

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The steel thro' both his temples forc'd the way:

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Extended on the ground, Numanus lay.

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"Go now, vain boaster, and true valor scorn!

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The Phrygians, twice subdued, yet make this third return."

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Ascanius said no more. The Trojans shake

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The heav'ns with shouting, and new vigor take.

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Apollo then bestrode a golden cloud,

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To view the feats of arms, and fighting crowd;

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And thus the beardless victor he bespoke aloud:

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"Advance, illustrious youth, increase in fame,

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And wide from east to west extend thy name;

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Offspring of gods thyself; and Rome shall owe

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To thee a race of demigods below.

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This is the way to heav'n: the pow'rs divine

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From this beginning date the Julian line.

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To thee, to them, and their victorious heirs,

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The conquer'd war is due, and the vast world is theirs.

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Troy is too narrow for thy name." He said,

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And plunging downward shot his radiant head;

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Dispell'd the breathing air, that broke his flight:

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Shorn of his beams, a man to mortal sight.

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Old Butes' form he took, Anchises' squire,

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Now left, to rule Ascanius, by his sire:

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His wrinkled visage, and his hoary hairs,

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His mien, his habit, and his arms, he wears,

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And thus salutes the boy, too forward for his years:

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"Suffice it thee, thy father's worthy son,

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The warlike prize thou hast already won.

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The god of archers gives thy youth a part

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Of his own praise, nor envies equal art.

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Now tempt the war no more." He said, and flew

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Obscure in air, and vanish'd from their view.

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The Trojans, by his arms, their patron know,

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And hear the twanging of his heav'nly bow.

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Then duteous force they use, and Phoebus' name,

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To keep from fight the youth too fond of fame.

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Undaunted, they themselves no danger shun;

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From wall to wall the shouts and clamors run.

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They bend their bows; they whirl their slings around;

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Heaps of spent arrows fall, and strew the ground;

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And helms, and shields, and rattling arms resound.

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The combat thickens, like the storm that flies

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From westward, when the show'ry Kids arise;

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Or patt'ring hail comes pouring on the main,

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When Jupiter descends in harden'd rain,

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Or bellowing clouds burst with a stormy sound,

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And with an armed winter strew the ground.

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Pand'rus and Bitias, thunderbolts of war,

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Whom Hiera to bold Alcanor bare

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On Ida's top, two youths of height and size

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Like firs that on their mother mountain rise,

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Presuming on their force, the gates unbar,

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And of their own accord invite the war.

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With fates averse, against their king's command,

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Arm'd, on the right and on the left they stand,

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And flank the passage: shining steel they wear,

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And waving crests above their heads appear.

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Thus two tall oaks, that Padus' banks adorn,

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Lift up to heav'n their leafy heads unshorn,

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And, overpress'd with nature's heavy load,

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Dance to the whistling winds, and at each other nod.

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In flows a tide of Latians, when they see

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The gate set open, and the passage free;

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Bold Quercens, with rash Tmarus, rushing on,

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Equicolus, that in bright armor shone,

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And Haemon first; but soon repuls'd they fly,

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Or in the well-defended pass they die.

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These with success are fir'd, and those with rage,

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And each on equal terms at length ingage.

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Drawn from their lines, and issuing on the plain,

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The Trojans hand to hand the fight maintain.

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Fierce Turnus in another quarter fought,

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When suddenly th' unhop'd-for news was brought,

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The foes had left the fastness of their place,

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Prevail'd in fight, and had his men in chase.

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He quits th' attack, and, to prevent their fate,

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Runs where the giant brothers guard the gate.

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The first he met, Antiphates the brave,

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But base-begotten on a Theban slave,

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Sarpedon's son, he slew: the deadly dart

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Found passage thro' his breast, and pierc'd his heart.

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Fix'd in the wound th' Italian cornel stood,

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Warm'd in his lungs, and in his vital blood.

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Aphidnus next, and Erymanthus dies,

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And Meropes, and the gigantic size

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Of Bitias, threat'ning with his ardent eyes.

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Not by the feeble dart he fell oppress'd

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(A dart were lost within that roomy breast),

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But from a knotted lance, large, heavy, strong,

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Which roar'd like thunder as it whirl'd along:

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Not two bull hides th' impetuous force withhold,

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Nor coat of double mail, with scales of gold.

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Down sunk the monster bulk and press'd the ground;

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His arms and clatt'ring shield on the vast body sound,

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Not with less ruin than the Bajan mole,

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Rais'd on the seas, the surges to control-

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At once comes tumbling down the rocky wall;

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Prone to the deep, the stones disjointed fall

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Of the vast pile; the scatter'd ocean flies;

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Black sands, discolor'd froth, and mingled mud arise:

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The frighted billows roll, and seek the shores;

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Then trembles Prochyta, then Ischia roars:

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Typhoeus, thrown beneath, by Jove's command,

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Astonish'd at the flaw that shakes the land,

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Soon shifts his weary side, and, scarce awake,

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With wonder feels the weight press lighter on his back.

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The warrior god the Latian troops inspir'd,

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New strung their sinews, and their courage fir'd,

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But chills the Trojan hearts with cold affright:

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Then black despair precipitates their flight.

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When Pandarus beheld his brother kill'd,

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The town with fear and wild confusion fill'd,

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He turns the hinges of the heavy gate

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With both his hands, and adds his shoulders to the weight

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Some happier friends within the walls inclos'd;

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The rest shut out, to certain death expos'd:

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Fool as he was, and frantic in his care,

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T' admit young Turnus, and include the war!

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He thrust amid the crowd, securely bold,

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Like a fierce tiger pent amid the fold.

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Too late his blazing buckler they descry,

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And sparkling fires that shot from either eye,

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His mighty members, and his ample breast,

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His rattling armor, and his crimson crest.

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Far from that hated face the Trojans fly,

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All but the fool who sought his destiny.

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Mad Pandarus steps forth, with vengeance vow'd

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For Bitias' death, and threatens thus aloud:

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"These are not Ardea's walls, nor this the town

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Amata proffers with Lavinia's crown:

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'T is hostile earth you tread. Of hope bereft,

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No means of safe return by flight are left."

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To whom, with count'nance calm, and soul sedate,

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Thus Turnus: "Then begin, and try thy fate:

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My message to the ghost of Priam bear;

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Tell him a new Achilles sent thee there."

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A lance of tough ground ash the Trojan threw,

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Rough in the rind, and knotted as it grew:

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With his full force he whirl'd it first around;

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But the soft yielding air receiv'd the wound:

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Imperial Juno turn'd the course before,

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And fix'd the wand'ring weapon in the door.

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"But hope not thou," said Turnus, "when I strike,

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To shun thy fate: our force is not alike,

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Nor thy steel temper'd by the Lemnian god."

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Then rising, on his utmost stretch he stood,

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And aim'd from high: the full descending blow

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Cleaves the broad front and beardless cheeks in two.

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Down sinks the giant with a thund'ring sound:

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His pond'rous limbs oppress the trembling ground;

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Blood, brains, and foam gush from the gaping wound:

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Scalp, face, and shoulders the keen steel divides,

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And the shar'd visage hangs on equal sides.

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The Trojans fly from their approaching fate;

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And, had the victor then secur'd the gate,

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And to his troops without unclos'd the bars,

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One lucky day had ended all his wars.

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But boiling youth, and blind desire of blood,

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Push'd on his fury, to pursue the crowd.

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Hamstring'd behind, unhappy Gyges died;

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Then Phalaris is added to his side.

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The pointed jav'lins from the dead he drew,

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And their friends' arms against their fellows threw.

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Strong Halys stands in vain; weak Phlegys flies;

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Saturnia, still at hand, new force and fire supplies.

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Then Halius, Prytanis, Alcander fall-

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Ingag'd against the foes who scal'd the wall:

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But, whom they fear'd without, they found within.

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At last, tho' late, by Lynceus he was seen.

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He calls new succors, and assaults the prince:

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But weak his force, and vain is their defense.

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Turn'd to the right, his sword the hero drew,

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And at one blow the bold aggressor slew.

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He joints the neck; and, with a stroke so strong,

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The helm flies off, and bears the head along.

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Next him, the huntsman Amycus he kill'd,

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In darts invenom'd and in poison skill'd.

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Then Clytius fell beneath his fatal spear,

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And Creteus, whom the Muses held so dear:

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He fought with courage, and he sung the fight;

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Arms were his bus'ness, verses his delight.

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The Trojan chiefs behold, with rage and grief,

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Their slaughter'd friends, and hasten their relief.

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Bold Mnestheus rallies first the broken train,

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Whom brave Seresthus and his troop sustain.

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To save the living, and revenge the dead,

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Against one warrior's arms all Troy they led.

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"O, void of sense and courage!" Mnestheus cried,

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"Where can you hope your coward heads to hide?

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Ah! where beyond these rampires can you run?

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One man, and in your camp inclos'd, you shun!

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Shall then a single sword such slaughter boast,

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And pass unpunish'd from a num'rous host?

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Forsaking honor, and renouncing fame,

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Your gods, your country, and your king you shame!"

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This just reproach their virtue does excite:

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They stand, they join, they thicken to the fight.

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Now Turnus doubts, and yet disdains to yield,

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But with slow paces measures back the field,

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And inches to the walls, where Tiber's tide,

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Washing the camp, defends the weaker side.

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The more he loses, they advance the more,

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And tread in ev'ry step he trod before.

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They shout: they bear him back; and, whom by might

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They cannot conquer, they oppress with weight.

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As, compass'd with a wood of spears around,

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The lordly lion still maintains his ground;

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Grins horrible, retires, and turns again;

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Threats his distended paws, and shakes his mane;

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He loses while in vain he presses on,

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Nor will his courage let him dare to run:

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So Turnus fares, and, unresolved of flight,

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Moves tardy back, and just recedes from fight.

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Yet twice, inrag'd, the combat he renews,

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Twice breaks, and twice his broken foes pursues.

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But now they swarm, and, with fresh troops supplied,

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Come rolling on, and rush from ev'ry side:

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Nor Juno, who sustain'd his arms before,

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Dares with new strength suffice th' exhausted store;

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For Jove, with sour commands, sent Iris down,

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To force th' invader from the frighted town.

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With labor spent, no longer can he wield

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The heavy fanchion, or sustain the shield,

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O'erwhelm'd with darts, which from afar they fling:

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The weapons round his hollow temples ring;

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His golden helm gives way, with stony blows

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Batter'd, and flat, and beaten to his brows.

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His crest is rash'd away; his ample shield

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Is falsified, and round with jav'lins fill'd.

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The foe, now faint, the Trojans overwhelm;

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And Mnestheus lays hard load upon his helm.

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Sick sweat succeeds; he drops at ev'ry pore;

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With driving dust his cheeks are pasted o'er;

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Shorter and shorter ev'ry gasp he takes;

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And vain efforts and hurtless blows he makes.

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Plung'd in the flood, and made the waters fly.

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The yellow god the welcome burthen bore,

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And wip'd the sweat, and wash'd away the gore;

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Then gently wafts him to the farther coast,

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And sends him safe to cheer his anxious host.