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Arms and the man I sing who forc'd by fate	A
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate	A
Expell'd and exil'd left the Trojan shore	B
Long labors both by sea and land he bore	B
And in the doubtful war before he won	C
The Latian realm and built the destin'd town	D
His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine	E
And settled sure succession in his line	E
From whence the race of Alban fathers come	F
And the long glories of majestic Rome	G
O Muse the causes and the crimes relate	A
What goddess was provok'd and whence her hate	A
For what offense the Queen of Heav'n began	H
To persecute so brave so just a man	H
Involv'd his anxious life in endless cares	I
Expos'd to wants and hurried into wars	J
Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show	K
Or exercise their spite in human woe	K
Against the Tiber's mouth but far away	L
An ancient town was seated on the sea	M
A Tyrian colony the people made	N
Stout for the war and studious of their trade	N
Carthage the name belov'd by Juno more	B
Than her own Argos or the Samian shore	B
Here stood her chariot here if Heav'n were kind	O
The seat of awful empire she design'd	O
Yet she had heard an ancient rumor fly	P
Long cited by the people of the sky	P
That times to come should see the Trojan race	Q
Her Carthage ruin and her tow'rs deface	Q
Nor thus confin'd the yoke of sov'reign sway	L
Should on the necks of all the nations lay	L
She ponder'd this and fear'd it was in fate	A
Nor could forget the war she wag'd of late	A
For conqu'ring Greece against the Trojan state	A
Besides long causes working in her mind	O
And secret seeds of envy lay behind	O
Deep graven in her heart the doom remain'd	R
Of partial Paris and her form disdain'd	R
The grace bestow'd on ravish'd Ganymed	R
Electra's glories and her injur'd bed	R
Each was a cause alone and all combin'd	R
To kindle vengeance in her haughty mind	R
For this far distant from the Latian coast	R
She drove the remnants of the Trojan host	R
And sev'n long years th' unhappy wand'ring train	S
Were toss'd by storms and scatter'd thro' the main	S
Such time such toil requir'd the Roman name	T
Such length of labor for so vast a frame	T
Now scarce the Trojan fleet with sails and oars	J
Had left behind the fair Sicilian shores	J
Ent'ring with cheerful shouts the wat'ry reign	S
And plowing frothy furrows in the main	S
When lab'ring still with endless discontent	R
The Queen of Heav'n did thus her fury vent	R
Then am I vanquish'd must I yield said she	M
And must the Trojans reign in Italy	M
So Fate will have it and Jove adds his force	U
Nor can my pow'r divert their happy course	U
Could angry Pallas with revengeful spleen	V
The Grecian navy burn and drown the men	W
She for the fault of one offending foe	K
The bolts of Jove himself presum'd to throw	K
With whirlwinds from beneath she toss'd the ship	X
And bare expos'd the bosom of the deep	Y
Then as an eagle gripes the trembling game	T
The wretch yet hissing with her father's flame	T
She strongly seiz'd and with a burning wound	R
Transfix'd and naked on a rock she bound	R
But I who walk in awful state above	Z
The majesty of heav'n the sister wife of Jove	Z
For length of years my fruitless force employ	A2
Against the thin remains of ruin'd Troy	A2
What nations now to Juno's pow'r will pray	L
Or off'rings on my slighted altars lay	L
Thus rag'd the goddess and with fury fraught	R
The restless regions of the storms she sought	R
Where in a spacious cave of living stone	B2
The tyrant Aeolus from his airy throne	B2
With pow'r imperial curbs the struggling winds	C2
And sounding tempests in dark prisons binds	D2
This way and that th' impatient captives tend	R
And pressing for release the mountains rend	R
High in his hall th' undaunted monarch stands	E2
And shakes his scepter and their rage commands	E2
Which did he not their unresisted sway	L
Would sweep the world before them in their way	L
Earth air and seas thro' empty space would roll	F2
And heav'n would fly before the driving soul	F2
In fear of this the Father of the Gods	G2
Confin'd their fury to those dark abodes	G2
And lock'd 'em safe within oppress'd with mountain loads	G2
Impos'd a king with arbitrary sway	L
To loose their fetters or their force allay	L
To whom the suppliant queen her pray'rs address'd	R
And thus the tenor of her suit express'd	R
O Aeolus for to thee the King of Heav'n	B2
The pow'r of tempests and of winds has giv'n	B2
Thy force alone their fury can restrain	B2
And smooth the waves or swell the troubled main	B2
A race of wand'ring slaves abhorr'd by me	M
With prosp'rous passage cut the Tuscan sea	M
To fruitful Italy their course they steer	H2
And for their vanquish'd gods design new temples there	I2
Raise all thy winds with night involve the skies	G2
Sink or disperse my fatal enemies	G2
Twice sev'n the charming daughters of the main	B2
Around my person wait and bear my train	B2
Succeed my wish and second my design	B2
The fairest Deiopeia shall be thine	B2
And make thee father of a happy line	B2
To this the god 'T is yours O queen to will	J2
The work which duty binds me to fulfil	J2
These airy kingdoms and this wide command	R
Are all the presents of your bounteous hand	R
Yours is my sov'reign's grace and as your guest	R
I sit with gods at their celestial feast	R
Raise tempests at your pleasure or subdue	R
Dispose of empire which I hold from you	R
He said and hurl'd against the mountain side	R
His quiv'ring spear and all the god applied	R
The raging winds rush thro' the hollow wound	R
And dance aloft in air and skim along the ground	R
Then settling on the sea the surges sweep	Y
Raise liquid mountains and disclose the deep	Y
South East and West with mix'd confusion roar	B
And roll the foaming billows to the shore	B
The cables crack the sailors' fearful cries	G2
Ascend and sable night involves the skies	G2
And heav'n itself is ravish'd from their eyes	G2
Loud peals of thunder from the poles ensue	R
Then flashing fires the transient light renew	R
The face of things a frightful image bears	G2
And present death in various forms appears	G2
Struck with unusual fright the Trojan chief	Z
With lifted hands and eyes invokes relief	Z
And Thrice and four times happy those he cried	R
That under Ilian walls before their parents died	R
Tydides bravest of the Grecian train	B2
Why could not I by that strong arm be slain	B2
And lie by noble Hector on the plain	B2
Or great Sarpedon in those bloody fields	G2
Where Simois rolls the bodies and the shields	G2
Of heroes whose dismember'd hands yet bear	I2
The dart aloft and clench the pointed spear	H2
Thus while the pious prince his fate bewails	G2
Fierce Boreas drove against his flying sails	G2
And rent the sheets the raging billows rise	G2
And mount the tossing vessels to the skies	G2
Nor can the shiv'ring oars sustain the blow	J2
The galley gives her side and turns her prow	K2
While those astern descending down the steep	Y
Thro' gaping waves behold the boiling deep	Y
Three ships were hurried by the southern blast	R
And on the secret shelves with fury cast	R
Those hidden rocks th' Ausonian sailors knew	R
They call'd them Altars when they rose in view	R
And show'd their spacious backs above the flood	R
Three more fierce Eurus in his angry mood	R
Dash'd on the shallows of the moving sand	R
And in mid ocean left them moor'd aland	R
Orontes' bark that bore the Lycian crew	R
A horrid sight ev'n in the hero's view	R
From stem to stern by waves was overborne	R
The trembling pilot from his rudder torn	R
Was headlong hurl'd thrice round the ship was toss'd	R
Then bulg'd at once and in the deep was lost	R
And here and there above the waves were seen	R
Arms pictures precious goods and floating men	R
The stoutest vessel to the storm gave way	L
And suck'd thro' loosen'd planks the rushing sea	G2
Ilioneus was her chief Alethes old	R
Ac	G2

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