The Works of Virgil (Dryden)/Aeneid/Book II

by Virgil

Plate 37: Illustration of Aeneis 2, line 20

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The Second Book of the

ÆNEIS.

The ARGUMENT.

 

Æneas relates how the City of Troy was taken, after a Ten Tears Siege, by the Treachery of Sinon, and the Stratagem of a Wooden Horse. He declares the fixt Resolution be had taken not to survive the Ruins of his Country, and the various Adventures he met with in the Defence of it: at last, having been before advis'd by Hector's Ghost, and now by the Appearance of his Mother Venus, he is prevail'd upon to leave the Town, and settle his Houshold-Gods in another Country. In order to this, he carries off his Father on his Shoulders, and leads his little Son by the Hand, his Wife following him behind. When he comes to the Place appointed for the general Rendezvouze, he finds a great confluence of People, but misses his Wife, whose Ghost afterwards appears to him, and tells him the Land which was design'd for him.

 

ll were attentive to the God-like Man;When from his lofty couch he thus began. Great Queen, what you command me to relate, Renews the sad Remembrance of our Fate. An Empire from its old Foundations rent, 5And ev'ry Woe the Trojans underwent:A Peopl'd City made a Desart Place;All that I saw, and part of which I was: Not ev'n the hardest of our Foes cou'd hear,Nor stern Ulysses tell without a Tear. 10And now the latter Watch of wasting Night,And setting Stars to kindly Rest invite.But since you take such Int'rest in our Woe,And Troy's disast'rous end desire to know:I will restrain my Tears, and briefly tell 15What in our last and fatal Night befel.By Destiny compell'd, and in Despair,The Greeks grew weary of the tedious War:And by Minerva's Aid a Fabrick rear'd,Which like a Steed of monstrous height appear'd; 20The Sides were plank'd with Pine, they feign'd it madeFor their Return, and this the Vow they paid.Thus they pretend, but in the hollow Side,Selected Numbers of their Souldiers hide:With inward Arms the dire Machine they load, 25And Iron Bowels stuff the dark Abode.In sight of Troy lies Tenedos, an Isle,(While Fortune did on Priam's Empire smile)Renown'd for Wealth, but since a faithless Bay,Where Ships expos'd to Wind and Weather lay. 30There was their Fleet conceal'd: We thought for GreeceTheir Sails were hoisted, and our Fears release. The Trojans coop'd within their Walls so long,Unbar their Gates, and issue in a Throng,Like swarming Bees, and with Delight survey 35The Camp deserted, where the Grecians lay:$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$The Quarters of the sev'ral Chiefs they show'd,Here Phœnix, here Achilles made abode,Here join'd the Battels, there the Navy rode.Part on the Pile their wond'ring Eyes employ, 40(The Pile by Pallas rais'd to ruin Troy.)Thymætes first (tis doubtful whether hir'd,Or so the Trojan Destiny requir'd)Mov'd that the Ramparts might be broken down,To lodge the Monster Fabrique in the Town. 45But Capys, and the rest of sounder Mind,The fatal Present to the Flames design'd;Or to the wat'ry deep: At least to boreThe hollow sides, and hidden Frauds explore:The giddy Vulgar, as their Fancies guide, 50With Noise say nothing, and in parts divide.Laocoon, follow'd by a num'rous Crowd,Ran from the Fort; and cry'd, from far, aloud;O wretched Country-men! what Fury reigns? 54What more than Madness has possess'd your Brains?Think you the Grecians from your Coasts are gone,And are Ulysses Arts no better known?This hollow Fabrick either must inclose,Within its blind Recess, our secret Foes; Or tis an Engine rais'd above the Town, 60T' o'erlook the Walls, and then to batter down. Somewhat is sure design'd; by Fraud or Force; Trust not their Presents, nor admit the Horse. Thus having said, against the Steed he threw His forceful Spear, which, hissing as it flew, 65Pierc'd through the yielding Planks of jointed Wood, And trembling in the hollow Belly stood. The sides transpierc'd, return a ratling Sound, And Groans of Greeks inclos'd come issuing through the Wound. $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$And had not Heav'n the fall of Troy design'd, 70Or had not Men been fated to be blind, Enough was said and done, t'inspire a better Mind: Then had our Lances pierc'd the treach'rous Wood, And Ilian Tow'rs, and Priam's Empire stood. Mean time, with Shouts, the Trojan Shepherds bring A captive Greek in Bands, before the King: 76Taken, to take; who made himself their Prey, T'impose on their Belief, and Troy betray. Fix'd on his Aim, and obstinately bent To die undaunted, or to circumvent. 80About the Captive, tides of Trojans flow; All press to see, and some insult the Foe. Now hear how well the Greeks their Wiles disguis'd, Behold a Nation in a Man compris'd. Trembling the Miscreant stood, unarm'd and bound; He star'd, and rowl'd his hagger'd Eyes around: 86 Then said, Alas! what Earth remains, what Sea Is open to receive unhappy me! What Fate a wretched Fugitive attends, Scorn'd by my Foes, abandon'd by my Friends. 90 He said, and sigh'd, and cast a ruful Eye: Our Pity kindles, and our Passions dye. We chear the Youth to make his own Defence, And freely tell us what he was, and whence: What News he cou’d impart, we long to know, 95And what to credit from a captive Foe. His fear at length dismiss'd, he said, what e'er My Fate ordains, my Words shall be sincere: I neither can, nor dare my Birth disclaim, Greece is my Country, Simon is my Name: 100Though plung’d by Fortune's Pow'r in Misery, Tis not in Fortune's Pow’r to make me lye. If any chance has hither brought the Name Of Palamedes, not unknown to Fame, Who suffer'd from the Malice of the times; 105Accus’d and sentenc'd for pretended Crimes: Because the fatal Wars he would prevent; Whose Death the Wretched Greeks too late lament; $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Me, then a Boy, my Father, poor and bareOf other Means, committed to his Care: 110His Kinsman and Companion in the War. While Fortune favour'd, while his Arms support The Cause, and rul'd the Counsels of the Court, I made some figure there; nor was my Name Obscure, nor I without my share of Fame, 115But when Ulysses, with fallacious Arts, Had made Impression in the Peoples Hearts; And forg'd a Treason in my Patron's Name, (I speak of things too far divulg'd by Fame) My Kinsman fell; then I, without support, 120 In private mourn'd his Loss, and left the Court. Mad as I was, I cou'd not bear his Fate With silent Grief, but loudly blam'd the State:And curs'd the direful Author of my Woes. Twas told again, and hence my Ruin rose. 125 $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$I threaten'd, if indulgent Heav'n once moreWou'd land me safely on my Native Shore, His Death with double Vengeance to restore. This mov'd the Murd'rer's Hate, and soon ensu'd Th' Effects of Malice from a Man so proud. 130Ambiguous Rumors thro' the Camp he spread, And sought, by Treason, my devoted Head: New Crimes invented, left unturn'd no Stone, To make my Guilt appear, and hide his own. 134Till Calchas was by Force and Threatning wrought: But why———Why dwell I on that anxious Thought? If on my Nation just Revenge you seek, And tis t'appear a Foe, t'appear a Greek; Already you my Name aud Country know, Asswage your thirst of Blood, and strike the Blow: 140 My Death will both the Kingly Brothers please,And set insatiate Ithacus at ease.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$This fair unfinish'd Tale, these broken starts,Rais'd expectations in our longing Hearts,Unknowing as we were in Grecian Arts. 145His former trembling once again renew'd,With acted Fear, the Villain thus pursu'd. Long had the Grecians (tir'd with fruitless Care,And weary'd with an unsuccessful War,)Resolv'd to raise the Siege, and leave the Town; 150And had the Gods permitted, they had gone.But oft the Wintry Seas, and Southern Winds,Withstood their passage home, and chang'd their Minds.Portents and Prodigies their Souls amaz'd;But most, when this stupendious Pile was rais'd. 155Then flaming Meteors, hung in Air, were seen,And Thunders ratled through a Skie serene:Dismay'd, and fearful of some dire Event,Eurypylus, t'enquire their Fate, was sent; 159$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$He from the Gods this dreadful Answer brought;O Grecians, when the Trojan Shores you sought,Your Passage with a Virgin's Blood was bought:So must your safe Return be bought again;And Grecian Blood, once more attone the Main.The spreading Rumour round the People ran; 165All fear'd, and each believ'd himself the Man.Ulysses took th' advantage of their fright;Call'd Calchas, and produc'd in open sight: Then bade him name the Wretch, ordain'd by Fate,The Publick Victim, to redeem the State. 170Already some presag'd the dire Event,And saw what Sacrifice Ulysses meant.For twice five days the good old Seer withstoodTh' intended Treason, and was dumb to Blood.Till tir'd with endless Clamours, and pursuit 175Of Ithacas, he stood no longer Mute:But, as it was agreed, pronounc'd, that IWas destin'd by the wrathful Gods to die.All prais'd the Sentence, pleas'd the storm should fallOn one alone, whose Fury threaten'd all. 180The dismal day was come, the Priests prepareTheir leaven'd Cakes; and Fillets for my Hair.I follow'd Nature's Laws, and must avowI broke my Bonds, and fled the fatal blow.Hid in a weedy Lake all Night I lay, 185Secure of Safety when they sail'd away.But now what further Hopes for me remain,To see my Friends or Native Soil again?My tender Infants, or my careful Sire;Whom they returning will to Death require? 190Will perpetrate on them their first Design,And take the forfeit of their Heads for mine?Which, O if Pity Mortal Minds can move!If there be Faith below, or Gods above!If Innocence and Truth can claim desert, 195Ye Trojans from an injur'd Wretch avert. False Tears true Pity move: the King commandsTo loose his Fetters, and unbind his Hands:Then adds these friendly Words; Dismiss thy Fears,Forget the Greeks, be mine as thou wert theirs. 200But truly tell, was it for Force or Guile,Or some Religious End, you rais'd the Pile?Thus said the King. He full of fraudful Arts,This well invented Tale for Truth imparts.Ye Lamps of Heav'n! he said, and lifted high 205His hands now free, thou venerable Sky,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Inviolable Pow'rs, ador'd with dread,Ye fatal Fillets, that once bound this head,Ye sacred Altars, from whose flames I fled!Be all of you abjur'd; and grant I may, 210Without a Crime, th' ungrateful Greeks betray!Reveal the Secrets of the guilty State,And justly punish whom I justly hate!But you, O King, preserve the Faith you gave,If I to save my self your Empire save. 215The Grecian Hopes, and all th' Attempts they made,Were only founded on Minerva's Aid.But from the time when impious Diomede,And false Ulysses, that inventive Head,Her fatal Image from the Temple drew, 220The sleeping Guardians of the Castle slew,Her Virgin Statue with her bloody HandsPolluted, and prophan'd her holy Bands; From thence the Tide of Fortune left their Shore,And ebb'd much faster than it flow'd before: 215Their Courage languish'd, as their Hopes decay'd,And Pallas, now averse, refus'd her Aid.Nor did the Goddess doubtfully declareHer alter'd Mind, and alienated Care:When first her fatal Image touch'd the Ground, 230She sternly cast her glaring Eyes around;That sparkl'd as they rowl'd, and seem'd to threat: Her Heav'nly Limbs distill'd a briny Sweat.Thrice from the Ground she leap'd, was seen to wieldHer brandish'd Lance, and shake her horrid Shield. 235Then Calchas bad our Host for flight prepare,And hope no Conquest from the tedious War:Till first they fail'd for Greece; with Pray'rs besoughtHer injur'd Pow'r, and better Omens brought.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$And now their Navy ploughs the Wat'ry Main, 240Yet, soon expect it on your Shoars again,With Pallas pleas'd; as Calchas did ordain.But first, to reconcile the blue-ey'd Maid,For her stoln Statue, and her Tow'r betray'd;Warn'd by the Seer, to her offended Name 245We rais'd, and dedicate this wond'rous Frame:So lofty, lest through your forbidden GatesIt pass, and intercept our better Fates.For, once admitted there, our hopes are lost;And Troy may then a new Palladium boast. 250 For so Religion and the Gods ordain; That if you violate with Hands prophaneMinerva's Gift, your Town in Flames shall burn,(Which Omen, O'ye Gods, on Grecia turn!)But if it climb, with your assisting Hands, 255The Trojan Walls, and in the City stands;Then Troy shall Argos and Mycenæ burn,And the reverse of Fate on us return. With such Deceits he gain'd their easie Hearts,Too prone to credit his perfidious Arts. 260$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$What Diomede, nor Thetis greater Son,A thousand Ships, nor ten years Siege had done:False Tears and fawning Words the City won.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$A greater Omen, and of worse portent,Did our unwary Minds with fear torment; 265Concurring to produce the dire Event.Laocoon, Neptune's Priest by Lot that Year,With solemn Pomp then sacrific'd a Steer.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$When, dreadful to behold, from Sea we spy'dTwo Serpents rank'd abreast, the Seas divide, 270And smoothly sweep along the swelling Tide.Their flaming Crests above the Waves they show,Their Bellies seem to burn the Seas below:Their speckled Tails advance to steer their Course, 274And on the sounding Shoar the flying Billows force.And now the Strand, and now the Plain they held,Their ardent Eyes with bloody streaks were fill'd; Their nimble Tongues they brandish'd as they came,And lick'd their hissing Jaws, that sputter'd Flame.We fled amaz'd; their destin'd way they take, 280And to Laocoon and his Children make:And first around the tender Boys they wind, Then with their sharpen'd Fangs their Limbs and Bodies grind.The wretched Father, running to their Aid With pious Haste, but vain, they next invade: 285Twice round his Waste their winding Volumes rowl'd,And twice about his gasping Throat they fold.The Priest, thus doubly choak'd, their Crests divide,And tow'ring o'er his Head, in Triumph ride.With both his Hands he labours at the Knots, 290His Holy Fillets the blue Venom blots:His roaring fills the flitting Air around.Thus, when an Ox receives a glancing Wound,He breaks his Bands, the fatal Altar flies, 294And with loud Bellowings breaks the yielding Skies.Their Tasks perform'd, the Serpents quit their Prey,And to the Tow'r of Pallas make their way:Couch'd at her Feet, they lie protected there,By her large Buckler, and protended Spear.Amazement seizes all; the gen'ral Cry 300Proclaims Laocoon justly doom'd to die, Whose hand the Will of Pallas had withstood,And dar'd to violate the Sacred Wood.All Vote t'admit the Steed, that Vows be paid,And Incense offer'd to th' offended Maid. 305

Plate 38: Illustration of Aeneis 2, line 290

A spacious Breach is made, the Town lies bare,Some hoisting Leavers, some the Wheels prepare,And fasten to the Horses Feet: the restWith Cables haul along th' unwieldly Beast.Each on his Fellow for Assistance calls: 310At length the fatal Fabrick mounts the Walls,Big with Destruction. Boys with Chaplets crown'd,And Quires of Virgins sing, and dance around.Thus rais'd aloft, and then defending down,It enters o'er our Heads, and threats the Town. 315O sacred City! built by Hands Divine!O valiant Heroes of the Trojan Line!Four times he struck; as oft the clashing soundOf Arms was heard, and inward Groans rebound.Yet mad with Zeal, and blinded with our Fate, 320We hawl along the Horse, in solemn state;Then place the dire Portent within the Tow'r.Cassandra cry'd, and curs'd th' unhappy Hour;Foretold our Fate; but by the Gods decreeAll heard, and none believ'd the Prophecy. 325With Branches we the Fanes adorn, and wastIn jollity, the Day ordain'd to be the last.Mean time the rapid Heav'ns rowl'd down the Light,And on the shaded Ocean rush'd the Night:Our Men secure, nor Guards nor Centries held, 330But easie Sleep their weary Limbs compell'd.The Grecians had embark'd their Naval Pow'rsFrom Tenedos, and sought our well known Shoars: Safe under Covert of the silent Night,And guided by th'Imperial Galley's light. 335When Sinon, favour'd by the Partial Gods,Unlock'd the Horse, and op'd his dark abodes:Restor'd to vital Air our hidden Foes,Who joyful from their long Confinement rose.Tysander bold, and Sthenelus, their Guide, 340And dire Ulysses down the Cable slide:Then Thoas, Athamas, and Pyrrhus hast;Nor was the Podalyrian Heroe last:Nor injur'd Menelaus, nor the fam'dEpeus, who the fatal Engine fram'd. 345A nameless Crowd succeed; their Forces joinT' invade the Town, oppress'd with Sleep and Wine.Those few they find awake, first meet their Fate,Then to their Fellows they unbar the Gate.Twas in the dead of Night, when Sleep repairs 350Our Bodies worn with Toils, our Minds with Cares,When Hector's Ghost before my sight appears:A bloody Shrowd he seem'd, and bath'd in Tears.Such as he was, when, by Pelides slain,Thessalian Coursers drag'd him o'er the Plain. 355Swoln were his Feet, as when the Thongs were thrustThrough the bor'd holes, his Body black with dust.Unlike that Hector, who return'd from toilsOf War Triumphant, in Æacian Spoils:Or him, who made the fainting Greeks retire, 360And lanch'd against their Navy Phrygian Fire. His Hair and Beard stood stiffen'd with his gore;And all the Wounds he for his Country bore,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Now stream'd afresh, and with new Purple ran:I wept to see the visionary Man: 365And while my Trance continu'd, thus began.O Light of Trojans, and Support of Troy,Thy Father's Champion, and thy Country's Joy!O, long expected by thy Friends! from whenceArt thou so late return'd for our Defence? 370Do we behold thee, weary'd as we are,With length of Labours, and with Toils of War?After so many Fun'rals of thy own,Art thou restor'd to thy declining Town?But say, what Wounds are these? What new DisgraceDeforms the Manly Features of thy Face? 376To this the Spectre no Reply did frame;But answer'd to the Cause for which he came:And, groaning from the bottom of his Breast,This Warning, in these mournful Words express'd.O Goddess-born! escape, by timely flight, 381The Flames, and Horrors of this fatal Night.The Foes already have possess'd the Wall,Troy nods from high, and totters to her fall.Enough is paid to Priam's Royal Name, 385More than enough to Duty and to Fame.If by a Mortal Hand my Father's ThroneCou'd be defended, 'twas by mine alone: Now Troy to thee commends her future State,And gives her Gods Companions of thy Fate: 390From their assistance happier Walls expect,Which, wand'ring long, at last thou shalt erect.He said, and brought me, from their blest abodes,The venerable Statues of the Gods:With ancient Vesta from the sacred Quire, 395The Wreaths and Relicks of th' Immortal Fire.Now peals of Shouts come thund'ring from afar,Cries, Threats, and loud Laments, and mingl'd War:The Noise approaches, though our Palace stoodAloof from Streets, encompass'd with a Wood. 400Louder, and yet more loud, I hear th' AlarmsOf Human Cries distinct, and clashing Arms:$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Fear broke my Slumbers; I no longer stay,But mount the Terrass, thence the Town survey,And hearken what the frightful Sounds convey. 405Thus when a flood of Fire by Wind is born,Crackling it rowls, and mows the standing Corn:$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Or Deluges, descending on the Plains,Sweep o'er the yellow Year, destroy the painsOf lab'ring Oxen, and the Peasant's gains: 410Unroot the Forest Oaks, and bear awayFlocks, Folds, and Trees, an undistinguish'd Prey.The Shepherd climbs the Cliff, and sees from far,The wastful Ravage of the wat'ry War.Then Hector's Faith was manifestly clear'd; 415And Grecian Frauds in open light appear'd. The Palace of Deiphobus ascendsIn smoaky Flames, and catches on his Friends.Ucalegon burns next; the Seas are brightWith splendor, not their own; and thine with Trojan light.New Clamours and new Clangors now arise, 421The sound of Trumpets mix'd with fighting cries.With frenzy seiz'd, I run to meet th' Alarms,Resolv'd on death, resolv'd to die in Arms.But first to gather Friends, with them t'oppose, 425If Fortune favour'd, and repell the Foes.Spurr'd by my Courage, by my Country fir'd;With sense of Honour, and Revenge inspir'd. Pantheus, Apollo's Priest, a sacred Name,Had scap'd the Grecian Swords, and pass'd the Flame;With Reliques loaden, to my Doors he fled, 431And by the hand his tender Grand-son led.What hope, O Pantheus! whither can we run?Where make a stand? and what may yet be done?Scarce had I said, when Pantheus, with a groan, 435Troy is no more, and Ilium was a Town!The fatal Day, th' appointed Hour is come,When wrathful Jove's irrevocable DoomTransfers the Trojan State to Grecian Hands.The Fire consumes the Town, the Foe commands:And armed Hosts, an unexpected Force, 441Break from the Bowels of the Fatal Horse.Within the Gates, proud Sinon throws aboutThe Flames, and Foes for entrance press without. With thousand others, whom I fear to name, 445More than from Argos, or Mycenæ came.To sev'ral Posts their Parties they divide; Some block the narrow Streets, some scour the wide.The bold they kill, th' unwary they surprise; 449Who fights finds Death, and Death finds him who flies.The Warders of the Gate but scarce maintainTh' unequal Combat, and resist in vain.I heard; and Heav'n, that well born Souls inspires,Prompts me, thro' lifted Swords, and rising FiresTo run, where clashing Arms and Clamour calls, 455And rush undaunted to defend the Walls.Ripheus and Iph'itas by my side engage,For Valour one Renown'd, and one for Age.Dymas and Hypanis by Moonlight knew 459My Motions, and my Meen, and to my Party drew;With young Choræbus, who by Love was ledTo win Renown, and fair Cassandras Bed;And lately brought his Troops to Priam's aid:Forewarn'd in vain, by the Prophetic Maid.Whom, when I saw, resolv'd in Arms to fall, 465And that one Spirit animated all;Brave Souls, said I, but Brave, àlas! in vain:Come, finish what our Cruel Fates ordain.You see the desp'rate state of our Affairs;And Heav'ns protecting Pow'rs are deaf to Pray'rs. 470The passive Gods behold the Greeks defileTheir Temples, and abandon to the Spoil Their own Abodes: we, feeble few, conspireTo save a sinking Town, involv'd in Fire.Then let us fall, but fall amidst our Foes, 475Despair of Life, the Means of living shows.So bold a Speech incourag'd their desireOf Death, and added fuel to their Fire.As hungry Wolves, with raging appetite,Scour thro' the Fields, nor fear the Stormy Night; 480Their Whelps at home expect the promis'd Food,And long to temper their dry Chaps in Blood:So rush'd we forth at once, resolv'd to die,Resolv'd in Death the last Extreams to try.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$We leave the narrow Lanes behind, and dare 485Th' unequal Combat in the publick Square:Night was our Friend, our Leader was Despair.What Tongue can tell the Slaughter of that Night?What Eyes can weep the Sorrows and Affright!An ancient and imperial City falls, 490The Streets are fill'd with frequent Funerals:Houses and Holy Temples float in Blood,And hostile Nations make a common Flood.Not only Trojans fall, but in their turn,The vanquish'd Triumph, and the Victors mourn. 495Ours take new Courage from Despair and Night;Confus'd the Fortune is, confus'd the Fight.All parts resound with Tumults, Plaints, and Fears,And grisly Death in sundry shapes appears. Androgeos fell among us, with his Band, 500Who thought us Grecians newly come to Land:From whence, said he, my Friends this long delay?You loiter, while the Spoils are born away:Our Ships are laden with the Trojan Store,And you like Truants come too late ashore. 505He said, but soon corrected his Mistake,Found, by the doubtful Answers which we make:Amaz'd, he wou'd have shun'd th' unequal Fight,But we, more num'rous, intercept his flight.As when some Peasant in a bushy Brake, 510Has with unwary Footing press'd a Snake;$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$He starts aside, astonish'd, when he spiesHis rising Crest, blue Neck, and rowling Eyes;So from our Arms, surpriz'd Androgeos flies.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$In vain; for him and his we compass'd round, 515Possess'd with Fear, unknowing of the Ground;And of their Lives an easie Conquest found.Thus Fortune on our first Endeavour smil'd:Choræbus then, with youthful Hopes beguil'd,Swoln with Success, and of a daring Mind, 520This new Invention fatally design'd.My Friends, said he, since Fortune shows the way,Tis fit we shou'd th' auspicious Guide obey.For what has she these Grecian Arms bestow'd,But their Destruction, and the Trojans good? 525Then change we Shields, and their Devices bear,Let Fraud supply the want of Force in War.

Plate 39: Illustration of Aeneis 2, line 545

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$They find us Arms. This said, himself he dress'dIn dead Androgeos' Spoils, his upper Vest,His painted Buckler, and his plumy Crest. 530Thus Ripheus, Dymas, all the Trojan TrainLay down their own Attire, and strip the slain.Mix'd with the Greeks, we go with ill Presage,Flatter'd with hopes to glut our greedy Rage:Unknown, assaulting whom we blindly meet, 535And strew, with Grecian Carcasses, the Street.Thus while their stragling Parties we defeat,Some to the Shoar and safer Ships retreat:And some oppress'd with more ignoble Fear,Remount the hollow Horse, and pant in secret there. But ah! what use of Valour can be made, 541When Heav'ns propitious Pow'rs refuse their Aid!Behold the royal Prophetess, the FairCassandra, drag'd by her dishevel'd Hair;Whom not Minerva's Shrine, nor sacred Bands, 545In safety cou'd protect from sacrilegious Hands:On Heav'n she cast her Eyes, she sigh'd, she cry'd,(Twas all she cou'd) her tender Arms were ty'd.So sad a Sight Choræbus cou'd not bear,But fir'd with Rage, distracted with Despair; 550Amid the barb'rous Ravishers he slew:Our Leader's rash Example we pursue. But storms of Stones, from the proud Temple's heightPour down, and on our batter'd Helms alight: We from our Friends receiv'd this fatal Blow, 555Who thought us Grecians, as we seem'd in show.They aim at the mistaken Crests, from high,And ours beneath the pond'rous Ruin lie.Then, mov'd with Anger and Disdain, to seeTheir Troops dispers'd, the Royal Virgin free: 560The Grecians rally, and their Pow'rs unite;With Fury charge us, and renew the Fight.The Brother-Kings with Ajax join their force,And the whole Squadron of Thessalian Horse, Thus, when the Rival Winds their Quarrel try, 565Contending for the Kingdom of the Skie;South, East, and West, on airy Coursers born,The Whirlwind gathers, and the Woods are torn:Then Nereus strikes the deep, the Billows rise, 569And, mix'd with Ooze and Sand, pollute the Skies.The Troops we squander'd first, again appearFrom sev'ral Quarters, and enclose the Rear.They first observe, and to the rest betrayOur diff'rent Speech; our borrow'd Arms survey.Oppress'd with odds, we fall; Choræbus first, 575At Pallas Altar, by Peneleus pierc'd.Then Ripheus follow'd, in th' unequal Fight;Just of his Word, observant of the right;Heav'n thought not so: Dymas their Fate attends,With Hypanis, mistaken by their Friends. 580Nor Pantheus, thee, thy Mitre nor the BandsOf awful Phœbus, sav'd from impious Hands. Ye Trojan Flames your Testimony bear,What I perform'd, and what I suffer'd there:No Sword avoiding in the fatal Strife, 585Expos'd to Death, and prodigal of Life.Witness, ye Heav'ns! I live not by my Fault,I strove to have deserv'd the Death I sought.But when I cou'd not fight, and wou'd have dy'd,Born off to distance by the growing Tide, 590Old Iphitus and I were hurry'd thence,With Pelias wounded, and without Defence.New Clamors from th' invested Palace ring;We run to die, or disengage the King.So hot th' Assault, so high the Tumult rose, 595While ours defend, and while the Greeks oppose;As all the Dardan and Argolick RaceHad been contracted in that narrow Space;Or as all Ilium else were void of Fear,And Tumult, War, and Slaughter only there. 600Their Targets in a Tortoise cast, the FoesSecure advancing, to the Turrets rose:Some mount the scaling Ladders, some more boldSwerve upwards, and by Posts and Pillars hold:Their left hand gripes their Bucklers, in th' ascent,While with the right they seise the Battlement. 601From the demolish'd Tow'rs the Trojans throwHuge heaps of Stones, that falling, crush the Foe:And heavy Beams, and Rafters from the sides,(Such Arms their last necessity provides:) 605 And gilded Roofs come tumbling from on high,The marks of State, and ancient Royalty.The Guards below, fix'd in the Pass, attendThe Charge undaunted, and the Gate defend.Renew'd in Courage with recover'd Breath, 615A second time we ran to tempt our Death:To clear the Palace from the Foe, succeed.The weary living, and revenge the dead.A Postern-door, yet unobserv'd and free,Join'd by the length of a blind Gallery, 620To the King's Closet led; a way well knownTo Hector's Wife, while Priam held the Throne:Through which the brought Astyanax, unseen,To chear his Grandsire, and his Grandsire's Queen.Thro' this we pass, and mount the Tow'r, from whenceWith unavailing Arms the Trojans make defence. 626From this the trembling King had oft descry'dThe Grecian Camp, and saw their Navy ride.Beams from its lofty height with Swords we hew;Then wrenching with our hands, th' Assault renew. 630And where the Rasters on the Columns meet,We push them headlong with our Arms and Feet:The Lightning flies not swifter than the Fall;Nor Thunder louder than the ruin'd Wall:Down goes the top at once; the Greeks beneath 635Are piecemeal torn, or pounded into Death.Yet more succeed, and more to death are sent;We cease not from above, nor they below relent. Before the Gate stood Pyrrhus, threat'ning loud,With glitt'ring Arms conspicuous in the Crowd. 640So shines, renew'd in Youth, the crested Snake,Who slept the Winter in a thorny Brake:And casting off his Slough, when Spring returns,Now looks aloft, and with new Glory burns:Restor'd with pois'nous Herbs, his ardent sides 645Reflect the Sun, and rais'd on Spires he rides:High o'er the Grass, hissing he rowls along,And brandishes by fits his forky Tongue.Proud Periphas, and fierce Antomedon,His Father's Charioteer, together run 650To force the Gate: The Scyrian InfantryRush on in Crouds, and the barr'd Passage free.Ent'ring the Court, with Shouts the Skies they rend,And flaming Firebrands to the Roofs ascend.Himself, among the foremost, deals his Blows, 655And with his Ax repeated Stroaks bestowsOn the strong Doors: Then all their Shoulders ply,Till from the Posts the brazen Hinges fly.He hews apace, the double Bars at lengthYeild to his Ax, and unresisted Strength. 660A mighty Breach is made; the Rooms conceal'dAppear, and all the Palace is reveal'd.The Halls of Audience, and of publick State,And where the lonely Queen in secret sate.Arm'd Souldiers now by trembling Maids are seen, 665With not a Door, and scarce a Space between. The House is fill'd with loud Laments and Cries,And Shrieks of Women rend the vaulted Skies.The fearful Matrons run from place to place,And kiss the Thresholds, and the Posts embrace. 670The fatal work inhuman Pyrrhus plies,And all his Father sparkles in his Eyes,Nor Bars, nor fighting Guards his force sustain;The Bars are broken, and the Guards are slain.In ruth the Greeks, and all the Apartments fill; 675Those few Defendants whom they find, they kill.Not with so fierce a Rage, the foaming FloodRoars, when he finds his rapid Course withstood:Bears down the Dams with unresisted sway,And sweeps the Cattle and the Cots away. 680These Eyes beheld him, when he march'd betweenThe Brother-Kings: I saw th' unhappy Queen,The hundred Wives, and where old Priam stood,To stain his hallow'd Altar with his Blood.The fifty Nuptial Beds: (such Hopes had he, 685So large a Promise of a Progeny.)The Posts of plated Gold, and hung with Spoils,Fell the Reward of the proud Victor's Toils.Where e'er the raging Fire had left a space,The Grecians enter, and possess the Place. 690Perhaps you may of Priam's Fate enquire.He, when he saw his Regal Town on fire,His ruin'd Palace, and his ent'ring Foes,On ev'ry side inevitable woes; In Arms, difus'd, invests his Limbs decay'd 695Like them, with Age; a late and useless aid.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$His feeble shoulders scarce the weight sustain:Loaded, not arm'd, he creeps along, with pain;Despairing of Success; ambitious to be slain!Uncover'd but by Heav'n, there stood in view 700An Altar, near the hearth a Lawrel grew;Dodder'd with Age, whose Boughs encompass roundThe Household Gods, and shade the holy Ground.Here Hecuba, with all her helpless TrainOf Dames, for shelter sought, but sought in vain. 705Driv'n like a Flock of Doves along the Skie,Their Images they hugg, and to their Altars fly.The Queen, when she beheld her trembling Lord,And hanging by his side a heavy Sword,What Rage, she cry'd, has seiz'd my Husband's Mind;What Arms are these, and to what Use design'd? 711These times want other aids: were Hector here,Ev'n Hector now in vain, like Priam wou'd appear.With us, one common shelter thou shalt find,Or in one common Fate with us be join'd. 715She said, and with a last Salute embrac'dThe poor old Man, and by the Lawrel plac'd.Behold Polites, one of Priam's Sons,Pursu'd by Pyrrhus, there for safety runs.Thro' Swords, and Foes, amaz'd and hurt, he fliesThrough empty Courts, and open Galleries: 721 Him Pyrrhus, urging with his Lance, pursues;And often reaches, and his thrusts renews.The Youth transfix'd, with lamentable CriesExpires, before his wretched Parent's Eyes. 725Whom, gasping at his Feet, when Priam saw,The Fear of Death gave place to Nature's Law.And shaking more with Anger, than with Age,The Gods, said He, requite thy brutal Rage:As sure they will, Barbarian, sure they must, 730If there be Gods in Heav'n, and Gods be just:Who tak'st in Wrongs an insolent delight;With a Son's death t' infect a Father's sight.Not He, whom thou and lying Fame conspireTo call thee his; Not he, thy vaunted Sire, 735Thus us'd my wretched Age: The Gods he fear'd,The Laws of Nature and of Nations heard.He chear'd my Sorrows, and for Sums of GoldThe bloodless Carcass of my Hector sold.Pity'd the Woes a Parent underwent, 740And sent me back in safety from his Tent.This said, his feeble hand a Javelin threw,Which flutt'ring, seem'd to loiter as it flew:Just, and but barely, to the Mark it held,And faintly tinckl'd on the Brazen Shield. 745Then Pyrrhus thus: Go thou from me to Fate;And to my Father my foul deeds relate.Now dye: with that he dragg'd the trembling Sire,Slidd'ring through clotter'd Blood, and holy Mire,

Plate 40: Illustration of Aeneis 2, line 755

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$(The mingl'd Paste his murder'd Son had made,) 750Haul'd from beneath the violated Shade;And on the Sacred Pile, the Royal Victim laid.His right Hand held his bloody Fauchion bare;His left he twisted in his hoary Hair:$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Then, with a speeding Thrust, his Heart he found:The lukewarm Blood came rushing through the Wound, 756And sanguine Streams distain'd the sacred Ground.Thus Priam fell: and shar'd one common FateWith Troy in Ashes, and his ruin'd State:He, who the Scepter of all Asia sway'd, 760Whom Monarchs like Domestick Slaves obey'd,On the bleak Shoar now lies th' abandon'd King,^[1]A headless Carcass, and a nameless thing.Then, not before, I felt my crudled BloodCongeal with Fear, my Hair with horror stood: 765My Father's Image fill'd my pious Mind;Lest equal Years might equal Fortune find.Again I thought on my forsaken Wife;And trembl'd for my Son's abandon'd Life.I look'd about; but found my self alone: 770Deserted at my need, my Friends were gone,Some spent with Toil, some with Despair oppress'd,Leap'd headlong from the Heights; the Flames consum'd the rest. Thus, wand'ring in my way, without a Guide,The graceless Helen in the Porch I spy'd 775Of Vesta's Temple: there the lurk'd alone;Muffled he sate, and what she cou'd, unknown:But, by the Flames, that cast their Blaze around,That common Bane of Greece and Troy, I found.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$For Ilium burnt, she dreads the Trojan Sword; 780More dreads the Vengeance of her injur'd Lord;Ev'n by those Gods, who refug'd her, abhorr'd.Trembling with Rage, the Strumpet I regard;Resolv'd to give her Guilt the due reward.Shall she triumphant sail before the Wind, 785And leave in Flames, unhappy Troy behind?Shall she, her Kingdom and her Friends review,In State attended with a Captive Crew;While unreveng'd the good old Priam falls,And Grecian Fires consume the Trojan Walls? 790For this the Phrygian Fields, and Xanthian FloodWere swell'd with Bodies, and were drunk with Blood?Tis true a Souldier can small Honour gain:And boast no Conquest from a Woman slain:Yet shall the Fact not pass without Applause, 795Of Vengeance taken in so just a Cause.The punish'd Crime shall set my Soul at ease:And murm'ring Manes of my Friends appease.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Thus while I rove, a gleam of pleasing LightSpread o'er the Place, and shining Heav'nly bright, 800My Mother stood reveal'd before my Sight. Never so radiant did her Eyes appear; Nor her own Star confess'd a light so clear. Great in her Charms, as when on Gods above She looks, and breaths her self into their Love. 805She held my Hand, the destin'd Blow to break: Them from her rosie Lips began to speak. My Son, from whence this Madness, this neglect Of my Commands, and those whom I protect?Why this unmanly Rage? Recall to mind 810Whom you forsake, what Pledges leave behind. Look if your helpless Father yet survive; Or if Ascanius, or Creüsa live. $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ Around your House the greedy Grecians err;And these had perish’d in the nightly War, 815But for my Presence and protecting Care. Not Helen's Face, nor Paris was in fault: But by the Gods was this Destruction brought. Now cast your Eyes around; while I dissolve The Mists and Films that Mortal Eyes involve: 820Purge from your fight the Dross, and make you see The Shape of each avenging Deity. Enlightned thus, my just Commands fulfill: Nor fear Obedience to your Mother's Will. Where yon disorder'd heap of Ruin lies, 825Stones rent from Stones, where Clouds of Dust arise, $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Amid that smother, Neptune hold his place:Below the Wall's foundation drives his Mace: And heaves the Building from the solid Base. $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Look where, in Arms, Imperial Juno stands, 830Full in the Scæan Gate, with loud Commands;Urging on Shore the tardy Grecian Bands.See Pallas, of her snaky Buckler proud, Bestrides the Tow'r, refulgent through the Cloud:See Jove new Courage to the Foe supplies, 835And Arms against the Town, the partial Deities. $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Haste hence, my Son; this fruitless Labour end:Haste where your trembling Spouse, and Sire attend!Haste, and a Mother's Care your Passage shall befriend.She said: and swiftly vanish'd from my Sight, 840Obscure in Clouds, and gloomy Shades of Night.I look'd, I listen'd; dreadful Sounds I hear,And the dire Forms of hostile Gods appear.Troy sunk in Flames I saw, nor could prevent;And Ilium from its old Foundations rent. 845Rent like a Mountain Ash, which dar'd the Winds;And stood the sturdy Stroaks of lab'ring Hinds:About the Roots the cruel Ax resounds,The Stumps are pierc'd, with oft repeated Wounds.The War is felt on high, the nodding Crown 850Now threats a Fall, and throws the leafy Honours down.To their united Force it yields, though late;And mourns with mortal Groans th'approaching Fate:The Roots no more their upper load sustain; 854But down the falls, and spreads a ruin thro' the Plain. Descending thence, I scape through Foes, and Fire:Before the Goddess, Foes and Flames retire. Arriv'd at home, he for whose only sake, Or most for his, such Toils I undertake, The good Anchises, whom, by timely Flight, 860I purpos'd to secure on Ida's height, Refus’d the Journey: Resolute to die, And add his Fun’rals to the fate of Troy: Rather than Exile and old Age sustain. Go you, whose Blood runs warm in ev'ry Vein: 865Had Heav'n decreed that I shou'd Life enjoy, Heav'n had decreed to save unhappy Troy.Tis sure enough, if not too much for one; Twice to have seen our Ilium overthrown. Make haste to save the poor remaining Crew; 870And give this useless Corps a long Adieu. These weak old Hands suffice to stop my Breath: At least the pitying Foes will aid my Death, To take my Spoils; and leave my Body bare: As for my Sepulchre let Heav'n take Care. 875Tis long since I, for my Cœlestial Wife, Loath’d by the Gods, have drag'd a lingring Life: Since ev'ry Hour and Moment I expire, Blasted from Heav'n by Jove's avenging Fire. $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$This oft repeated, he stood fix’d to die: 880My self, my Wife, my Son, my Family, Intreat, pray, beg, and raise a doleful Cry. What, will he still persist, on Death resolve, And in his Ruin all his House involve! He still persists, his Reasons to maintain; 885Our Pray'rs, our Tears, our loud Laments are vain. Urg'd by Despair, again I go to tryThe fate of Arms, resolv'd in Fight to die.What hope remains, but what my Death must give?Can I without so dear a Father live? 890You term it Prudence, what I Baseness call:Cou'd such a Word from such a Parent fall?$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$If Fortune please, and so the Gods ordain,That nothing shou'd of ruin'd Troy remain:And you conspire with Fortune, to be slain; 895The way to Death is wide, th' Approaches near:For soon relentless Pyrrhus will appear,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Reeking with Priam's Blood: The wretch who slewThe Son (inhuman) in the Father's view, 899And then the Sire himself, to the dire Altar drew. O Goddess Mother, give me back to fate;Your Gift was undesir'd, and came too late.Did you for this, unhappy me conveyThrough Foes and Fires to see my House a Prey?Shall I, my Father, Wife, and Son, behold 905Welt'ring in Blood, each others Arms infold?Haste, gird my Sword, tho' spent, and overcome:Tis the last Summons to receive our Doom.I hear thee, Fate, and I obey thy Call:Not unreveng'd the Foe shall see my Fall. 210Restore me to the yet unfinish'd Fight:My Death is wanting to conclude the Night.

Plate 41: Illustration of Aeneis 2, line 915

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Arm'd once again, my glitt'ring Sword I wield,While th' other hand sustains my weighty Shield:And forth I rush to seek th' abandon'd Field. 915I went; but sad Creusa stop'd my way,And cross the Threshold in my Passage lay;Embrac'd my Knees; and when I cou'd have goneShew me my feeble Sire, and tender Son.If Death be your design, at least, said she, 920Take us along, to share your Destiny.If any farther hopes in Arms remain,This Place, these Pledges of your Love, maintain.To whom do you expose your Father's Life,Your Son's, and mine, your now forgotten Wife! 925While thus the fills the House with clam'rous Cries,Our Hearing is diverted by our Eyes.For while I held my Son, in the short space,Betwixt our Kisses and our last Embrace;$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Strange to relate, from young Iulus Head 930A lambent Flame arose, which gently spreadAround his Brows, and on his Temples fed.Amaz'd, with running Water we prepareTo quench'd the sacred Fire, and shake his Hair;But old Anchises, vers'd in Omens, rear'd 935His Hands to Heav'n, and this Request preferr'd.$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$If any Vows, Almighty Jove, can bendThy Will, if Piety can Pray'rs commend,Confirm the glad Presage which thou art pleas'd to send. Scarce had he said, when, on our left, we hear 940A peal of ratling Thunder rowl in Air:There shot a streaming Lamp along the Sky,Which on the winged Lightning seem'd to fly;From o'er the Roof the blaze began to move;And trailing vanish'd in th' Idean Grove. 945It swept a path in Heav'n, and shone a Guide;Then in a steaming stench of Sulphur dy'd.The good old Man with suppliant Hands implor'dThe Gods protection, and their Star ador'd.Now, now, said he, my Son, no more delay, 950I yield, I follow where Heav'n shews the way.Keep (O my Country Gods) our dwelling Place,And guard this Relick of the Trojan Race:This tender Child; these Omens are your own;And you can yet restore the ruin'd Town. 955At least accomplish what your Signs foreshow:I stand resign'd, and am prepar'd to go.He said; the crackling Flames appear on high,And driving Sparkles dance along the Sky.With Vulcan's rage the rising Winds conspire; 960And near our Palace rowl the flood of Fire.Haste, my dear Father, (tis no time to wait,)And load my Shoulders with a willing Fraight.What e'er befalls, your Life shall be my care,One Death, or one Deliv'rance we will share. 965My Hand shall lead our little Son; and youMy faithful Consort, shall our Steps pursue.

Plate 42: Illustration of Aeneis 2, line 985

Next, you my Servants, heed my strict Commands:Without the Walls a ruin'd Temple stands,To Ceres hallow'd once; a Cypress nigh 970Shoots up her venerable Head on high;By long Religion kept: there bend your Feet;And in divided Parties let us meet.Our Country Gods, the Relicks, and the Bands,Hold you, my Father, in your guiltless Hands: 975In me 'tis impious holy things to bear,Red as I am with Slaughter, new from War:Till in some living Stream I cleanse the GuiltOf dire Debate, and Blood in Battel spilt.Thus, ord'ring all that Prudence cou'd provide, 980I cloath my Shoulders with a Lion's Hide;And yellow Spoils: Then, on my bending Back,The welcome load of my dear Father take.While on my better Hand Ascanius hung,And with unequal Paces tript along. 985Creusa kept behind: by choice we strayThrough ev'ry dark and ev'ry devious Way.I, who so bold and dauntless just before,The Grecian Darts and shock of Lances bore,At ev'ry Shadow now am seiz'd with Fear: 990Not for my self, but for the Charge I bear.Till near the ruin'd Gate arriv'd at last,Secure, and deeming all the Danger past;A frightful noise of trampling Feet we hear; 994My Father looking through the Shades, with fear, Cry'd out, Haste, haste my Son, the Foes are nigh;Their Swords, and shining Armour I descry.Some hostile God, for some unknown Offence,Had sure bereft my Mind of better Sense:For while thro' winding Ways I took my Flight; 1000And fought the shelter of the gloomy Night;Alas! I lost Creusa: hard to tellIf by her fatal Destiny she fell,Or weary sate, or wander'd with affright;But she was lost for ever to my fight. 1005I knew not, or reflected, till I meetMy Friends, at Ceres now deserted Seat:We met: not one was wanting, only sheDeceiv'd her Friends, her Son, and wretched me.What mad expressions did my Tongue refuse! 1010Whom did I not of Gods or Men accuse!This was the fatal Blow, that pain'd me moreThan all I felt from ruin'd Troy before.Stung with my Loss, and raving with Despair,Abandoning my now forgotten Care, 1015Of Counsel, Comfort, and of Hope bereft,My Sire, my Son, my Country Gods, I left.In shining Armour once again I sheathMy Limbs, not feeling Wounds, nor fearing Death.Then headlong to the burning Walls I run, 1020And seek the Danger I was forc'd to shun.I tread my former Tracks: through Night exploreEach Passage, ev'ry Street I cross'd before. All things were full of Horrour and Affrighted,And dreadful ev'n the silence of the Night. 1025Then, to my Father's House I make repair,With some small Glimps of hope to find her there:Instead of her the cruel Greeks I met;The house was fill'd with Foes, with Flames beset.Driv'n on the wings of Winds, whole sheets of Fire,Through Air transported, to the Roofs aspire. 1031From thence to Priam's Palace I resort;And search the Citadel, and desart Court.Then, unobserv'd, I pass by Juno's Church;A guard of Grecians had possess'd the Porch: 1035There Phænix and Ulysses watch the Prey:And thither all the Wealth of Troy convey.The Spoils which they from ransack'd Houses brought;And golden Bowls from burning Altars caught.The Tables of the Gods, the Purple Vests; 1040The People's Treasure, and the Pomp of Priests.A rank of wretched Youths, with pinion'd Hands,And captive Matrons in long Order stands.Then, with ungovern'd Madness, I proclaim,Through all the silent Streets, Creusa's Name. 1045Creusa still I call: At length she hears;And sudden, through the Shades of Night appears.Appears, no more Creusa, nor my Wife:But a pale Spectre, larger than the Life.Aghast, astonish'd, and struck dumb with Fear, 1050I stood; like Bristles rose my stiffen'd Hair. Then thus the Ghost began to sooth my Grief:Nor Tears, nor Cries can give the dead Relief;Desist, my much lov'd Lord, t'indulge your Pain:You bear no more than what the Gods ordain. 1055My Fates permit me not from hence to fly;Nor he, the great Comptroller of the Sky.Long wandring Ways for you the Pow'rs decree:On Land hard Labours, and a length of Sea. Then, after many painful Years are past, 1060On Latium's happy Shore you shall be cast:Where gentle Tiber from his Bed beholdsThe flow'ry Meadows, and the feeding Folds.There end your Toils: And there your Fates provideA quiet Kingdom, and a Royal Bride: 1065There Fortune shall the Trojan Line restore;And you for lost Creusa weep no more.Fear not that I shall watch with servile Shame,Th' imperious Looks of some proud Grecian Dame:Or, stooping to the Victor's Lust, disgrace 1070My Goddess Mother, or my Royal Race.And now, farewell: the Parent of the GodsRestrains my fleeting Soul in her Abodes: I trust our common Issue to your Care.She said: And gliding pass'd unseen in Air. 1075$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$I strove to speak, but Horror ty'd my Tongue;And thrice about her Neck my Arms I flung;And thrice deceiv'd, on vain Embraces hung. Light as an empty Dream at break of Day,Or as a blast of Wind, she rush'd away. 1080Thus, having pass'd the Night in fruitless Pain,I, to my longing Friends, return again.Amaz'd th' augmented Number to behold,Of Men, and Matrons mix'd, of young and old:A wretched Exil'd Crew together brought, 1085With Arms appointed, and with Treasure fraught.Resolv'd, and willing under my Command,To run all hazards both of Sea and Land.The Morn began, from Ida, to displayHer rosy Cheeks, and Phosphor led the day; 1090Before the Gates the Grecians took their Post:And all pretence of late Relief was lost.I yield to Fate, unwillingly retire;And loaded, up the Hill convey my Sire.

 

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1. This whole line is taken from Sir John Denham.