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VIRGIL's
Æn. IV.
With hourly Care the Sacrifice renews,
And anxiously the panting Entrails views.
What Priestly Rites, alas! what Pious Art,
What Vows avail to cure a bleeding Heart! 90
A gentle Fire she feeds within her Veins;
Where the soft God secure in silence reigns.
Sick with desire, and seeking him she loves,
From Street to Street, the raving Dido roves.
So when the watchful Shepherd, from the Blind, 95
Wounds with a random Shaft the careless Hind;
Distracted with her pain she flies the Woods,
Bounds o'er the Lawn, and seeks the silent Floods;
With fruitless Care; for still the fatal Dart
Sticks in her side; and rankles in her Heart. 100
And now she leads the Trojan Chief, along
The lofty Walls, amidst the busie Throng;
Displays her Tyrian Wealth, and rising Town,
Which Love, without his Labour, makes his own.
This Pomp she shows to tempt her wandring Guest;
Her falt'ring Tongue forbids to speak the rest. 106
When Day declines, and Feasts renew the Night,
Still on his Face she feeds her famish'd sight;
She longs again to hear the Prince relate
His own Adventures, and the Trojan Fate: 110
He tells it o'er and o'er; but still in vain;
For still she begs to hear it, once again.
The Hearer on the Speaker's Mouth depends;
And thus the Tragick Story never ends.
And anxiously the panting Entrails views.
What Priestly Rites, alas! what Pious Art,
What Vows avail to cure a bleeding Heart! 90
A gentle Fire she feeds within her Veins;
Where the soft God secure in silence reigns.
Sick with desire, and seeking him she loves,
From Street to Street, the raving Dido roves.
So when the watchful Shepherd, from the Blind, 95
Wounds with a random Shaft the careless Hind;
Distracted with her pain she flies the Woods,
Bounds o'er the Lawn, and seeks the silent Floods;
With fruitless Care; for still the fatal Dart
Sticks in her side; and rankles in her Heart. 100
And now she leads the Trojan Chief, along
The lofty Walls, amidst the busie Throng;
Displays her Tyrian Wealth, and rising Town,
Which Love, without his Labour, makes his own.
This Pomp she shows to tempt her wandring Guest;
Her falt'ring Tongue forbids to speak the rest. 106
When Day declines, and Feasts renew the Night,
Still on his Face she feeds her famish'd sight;
She longs again to hear the Prince relate
His own Adventures, and the Trojan Fate: 110
He tells it o'er and o'er; but still in vain;
For still she begs to hear it, once again.
The Hearer on the Speaker's Mouth depends;
And thus the Tragick Story never ends.
