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Though prodigal of life, disdains to die
coast of Carthage, he was received by queen By common hands; but if he can descry
Dido, who, after the feast, desires him to Some nobler foe approach, to him he calls,
make the relation of the destruction of Troy ; And begs his fate, and then contented falls.
which is the Argument of this book.
While all with silence and attention wait,
Thus speaks Æneas from the bed of state ; This a more innocent and happy chase,
Madam, when you command us to review Than when of old, but in the self-same place,
Our fate, you make our old .wounds bleed Fair Liberty pursued', and meant a prey
anew, To lawless Power, here turn'd, and stood at
And all those sorrows to my sense restore, bay;
Whereof none saw so much, none suffer'd When in that remedy all hope was plac'd, Which was, or shonld have been at least the last. Not the most cruel of our conquering foes Here was that charter seal'd, wherein the
So unconcern'dly can relate our woes,
As not to lend a tear, then how can I Au marks of arbitrary power lays down :
Repress the horrour of my thoughts, which Tyrant and slave, those pames of hate and fear, fly The happier stile of king and subject bear:
The said remembrance ? Now th' expiring Happy, when both to the same center move,
night When kings give liberty, and subjects love.
And the declining stars to rest invite; Therefore not long in force this charter stood;
Yet since 'tis your command, what you so well Wanting that seal, it must be seal'd in blood. Are pleas'd to hear, I cannot grieve to tell. The subjects arm'd, the more their prin gare,
By Fate repell’d, and with repulses tird, Th’advantage only took, the more to crare :
The Greeks, so many lives and years expird, Till kings, by giving give themselves away,
A fabric like a moving mountain frame, And even that power, that should deny, be- Pretending vows for their return; this Fame
Divulges; then within the beast's vast womb " Who gives constrain'd, but his own fear re
The choice and flower of all their troops en
tomb. Not thank'd, but scorn'd; nor are they gifts, but spoils."
In view the isle of Tenedos, once high Thus kings, by grasping more than they could
In fame and wealth, while Troy remain'd, doth hold,
lie, First made their subjects, hy oppression bold;
(Now but an unsecure and open bay) And popular sway, by forcing kings to give
Thither by stealth the Greeks their fleet conMore than was fit for subjects to receive,
vey. Ran to the same extremes; and one excess
We gave them gone, and to Mycenæ sail'd, Made both, by striving to be greater, less.
And Troy reviv'd, her mourning face unvail'd; When a calm river, rais'd with sudden rains,
All through th' unguarded gates with joy reOr snows dissolv’d, o'erflows th’adjoining plains, To see the slighted camp, the racant port.
sort 'The husbandmen with high-rais'd banks secure Their greedy hopes; and this he can endure.
Here lay Ulysses, there Achilles; here But if with bays and dams they strive to force
The battle join'd, the Grecian feet rode there; Ilis channel to a new, or narrow course ;
Put the vast pile th' amazed vulgar views, No longer then within his banks he dwells,
Till they their reason in their wonder lose. First to a torrent, then a deluge swells:
And first Thy mætes moves (urg'd by the Sisinger and fiercer by restraint he roars,
But Capys and the graver sort thought fit
Th’ uncertain multitude with both engag'd,
Divided stands, till from the tower, enrag'd
friends) FECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S ÆNEIS. To think them gone? Judge rather their re
But a design, their gifts but a deceit;
For our destruction 'twas contrivki, no doubt,
Or from within by fraud, or from without
By force; yet kuot ye not llysses' shifts ? The first book speaks of Æneas's voyage by sea, Their swords less danger carry than their and hom, being cast by tempest upon the gifts.”
(This said) against the horse's side bis spear Runny Mead.
He throws, which trembles with encloscd fear,
AN ESSAY ON THE
Whilst from the hollows of his womb proceed Chiefly when this stupendous pile was ras'd,
“A virgin's slaughter did the storm appease, Meanwhile a fetter'd prisoner to the king When first towards Troy the Grecians took the With joyful shouts the Dardan shepherds bring,
seas; Who to betray us did himself betray,
Their safe retreat another Grecian's blood At once the taker, and at once the prey ;
Must purchase. All at this confounded stood; Firmly prepard, of one event secur'd,
Each thinks himself the man, the fear on an Or of his death or his design assur'd.
Of what, the mischief but on one can fall. The Trojan youth about the captive flock, Then Calchas (by Ulysses first inspird) To wonder, or to pity, or to mock.
Was urg'd to name whom th' angry gods reNow hear the Grecian fraud, and from this one
quir'd; Conjecture all the rest.
Yet was I warn'd (for many were as well Disarm’d, disorder'd, casting round his eyes Inspir'd as he, and did my fate foretel) On all the troops that guarded him, he cries, Ten days the prophet in suspence remain'd, " What land, what sea, for me what fate at- Would no man's fate pronounce; at last, contends?
strain'd Caught by my foes, condemned by my friends, By Ithacus, he solemnly design'd Incensed Troy a wretched captive seeks
Me for the sacrifice ; the people join'd To sacrifice; a fugitive, the Greeks.”
In glad consent, and all their common fear To pity this complaint our former rage
Determine in my fate. The day drew near, Converts, we now inquire his parentage, The sacred rites prepard, my temples crown'd What of their counsels or affairs he knew : With holy wreaths; then I confess I found Then fearless he replies, Great king, to you The means to my escape, my bonds I brake, All truth I shall relate: nor first can I
Fled from my guards, and in a muddy lake Myself to be of Grerian birth deny;
Amongst the sedges all the night lay hid, And though my out ! state misfortune hath Till they their sails had hoist (if so they did). Deprest thus low, it. Dnot reach my faith. And now, alas ! no hope remains for me You may by chance have lieard the famous My home, my father, and my sons to see,
Whom they, enrag'd, will kill for my offence, Of Palamede, who from old Belus came, And punish, for my guilt, their innocence, Whom, but for voting peace, the Greeks pursue, Those gods who know the truths I now relate, Accus'd unjustly, then unjustly slew,
That faith which yet remains inviolate Yet mourn'd bis death. My father was his By mortal men; by these I beg, redress friend.
My causeless wrongs, and pity such distress. And me to his commands did recommend, And now true pity in exchange he finds While laws and counsels did his throne support ; | For his false tears, his tongue his hands unI but a youth, yet some esteem and port
binds. We then did bear, till by Ulysses' craft
“ Then spake the king, Be ours, whoe'er thou (Things known I speak) he was of life bereft:
art, Since in dark sorrow 1 my days did spend, Forget the Greeks. But first the truth impart, Till now, disdaining his unworthy end,
Why did they raise, or to what use intend I could not silence my complaints, but vow'd This pile ? to a war-like, or religious end ?” Revenge, if ever fate or chance allow'd
Skilful in fraud (his native art), his hands My wish'd return to Greece; from hence his Toward Hearen he rais’d, deliver'd now from hate,
bands. From thence my crimes, and all my il!s bear “ Ye pure æthereal flames, ye powers ador'd date:
By mortal men, ye altars, and the sword Old guilt fresh malice gives; the peoples' ears I scap'd, ye sacred fillets that involv'd He fills with rumours, and their hearts with My destin'd head, grant I may stand absolvid fears,
From all their laws and rights, resource ail And then the prophet to his party drew. But why do I these thankless truths pursue : Of faith or love, their secret thoughts proclaim; Or why deser your rage? on me, for all Only, O) Troy, preserve thy faith to me, The Greeks, let your revenging fury fall.
If what I shall relate preserveth thee. Ulysses thrs, th’ Atridae this desire
From Pallas' favour, all our hopes, and all At any rate. We straight are set on fire Counsels and actions, took original, (Unpractis'd in such mysteries, to inquire Till Diomed (for such attempts made fit The manner and the cause, which thus he By dire conjunction with Ulysses' wit) told,
Assails the sacred tower, the guards they slay, With gestures humble, as his tale was bold. Defile with bloody hands, and thence convey “Oft have the Greeks (the siege detesting) The fatal image ; straight with our success tir'd
Our hopes fell back, whilst prodigies express With tedious war, a stolen retreat desir'd, Her just disdain, her flaming eyes did throw And would to Ileaven they'd gone : but still dis- Flashes of lightning, from each part did flow may'd
A briny sweat, thrice brandishing her spear, By seas or skies, unwillingly they stay'da Her statue from the ground itself did rear;
Then, that we should our sacrilege restore, Some dance, some haul the rope ; at last let And re-convey their gods from Argos' shore,
down Calchas persuades, till then we urge in vain It enters with a thundering noise the town, The fate of Troy. To measure back the main Oh Troy, the seat of gods, in war renown'd! They all consent, but to return again,
Three times it struck, as oft the clashing sound When reinforc'd with aids of gods and men. Of arms was heard, yet blinded by the power Thus Calchas; then, instead of that, this pile Of Fate, we place it in the sacred tower. To Pallas was design’d; to reconcile
Cassandra then foretels th' event, but she Th' offended power, and expiate our guilt ; Finds no belief (such was the gods' decree.) 'To this vast height and monstrous stature built, The altars with fresh flowers we crown, and Lest, through your gates receiv'd, it might re
In feasts that day, which was (alas !) our last. Your vows to her, and her defence to you. Now by the revolution of the skies, But if this sacred gift you disesteem,
Night's sable shadows from the ocean rise, The cruel plagues (which Heaven divert on Which heaven and earth, and the Greek frauds them!)
involv'd. Shall fall on Priam's state : but iftbe horse The city in secure repose dissolv'd, Your walls ascend, assisted by your force, When from the admiral's high poop appears A league'gainst Greece all Asia shall contract : A light, by which the Argive squadron steers Our sons then suffering what their sires would Their silent course to llium's well-known shore,
When Sinon (sav'd by the gods' partial power) Thus by his fraud and our own faith o'er- Opens the horse, and through the unlockt doors A feigned tear destroys us, against whom (come, To the free air the armed freight restores : Tydides nor Achilles could prevail,
Ulysses, Stheneleus, Tisander, slide Nor ten years conflict, nor a thousand sail. Down by a rope, Machaon was their guide ; This seconded by a most sad portent,
Atrides, Pyrrhus, Thoas, Athamas, Which credit to the first imposture lent ; And Epeus, who the fraud's contriver was : Laocoon, Neptune's priest, upon the day
The gates they seize; the guards, with sleep Devoted to that god, a bull did slay.
and wine When two prodigious serpents were descry'd, Opprest, surprise, and then their forces join. Whose circling strokes the sea's smooth face 'Twas then, when the first sweets of sleep redivide;
pair Above the deep they raise their scaly crests, Our bodies spent with toil, our minds with care, And stem the food with their erected breasts, (The gods' best gift) when, bath'd in tears and Their winding tails advance and steer their
Before my face lamenting Hector stood, And 'gainst the shore the breaking billows force. His aspect such when, soild with bloody dust, Now landing, from their brandish'd tongues there Draggʻd by the cords which through his feet came,
were thrust : A dreadful hiss, and from their eyes a flame. By his insulting foe, O how transform’d Amaz'd we fly, directly in aline
How much unlike that Hector, who return'd Laocoon they pursue, and first entwine
Clad in Achilles' spoils : when he among (Each preying upon one) his tender sons; A thousand ships, (like Jove) his lightning flung! Then him, who arined to their rescue runs, His horrid beard and knotted tresses stood They seiz'd, and with entangling fues embrac'd, Stiff with his gore, and all his wounds ran blood: His neck twice compassing, and twice his waist : Intranc'd Ilay, then (weeping) said, “ The joy, Their poisonous knots he strives to break and The hope and stay of thy declining Troy ! tear,
What region held thee, whence so much desir'd, W'bile slime and blood his sacred wreaths be- Art thou restor'd to us consum'd and tir'd smear;
With toils and deaths ; but what sad cause conThen loudly roars, as when th' enraged bull
founds From th' altar flies, and from his wounded skull | Thy once fair looks,or why appearthose wounds?” Shakes the huge axe; the conquering serpents Regardless of my words, he no reply To cruel Pallas' altar, and their lie
(tly Returns, but with a dreadful groan doth cry, Under her feet, within her shield's extent. “ Fly from the flame, O goddess-born, our walls We, in our fears, conclude this fate was sent The Greeks possess, and Troy confounded falls Justly on him, who struck the sacred oak From all her glories ; if it might have stood With his accursed lance. Then to invoke
By any power, by this right hand it should. The goddess, and let in the fatal horse,
What man could do, by me for 'Troy was done, We all consent.
Take here her reliques and her gods, to run A spacious breach we make, and Troy's proud With them thy fate, with them new walls ere wall.
pect, Built by the gods, by her own hands doth fall ; Which, tost on seas, thou shall at last erect:" Thus all their help to their own ruin give, Then brings old Vesta from her sacred quire, Some draw with cords and some the monster Her holy wreaths, and her eternal fire. drive
Meanwhile the walls with doubtful cries resound With rolls and levers : thus our works it climbs, Froin far (for shady coverts did surround Big with our fate ; the youth with songs and My father's house); approaching still more near shimes,
The clash of arms, and voice of men we hear i
Rouz’d from my bed, I speedily ascend
Nor only on the Trojans fell this doom, The houses' tops, and listening there attend. Their hearts at last the vanquish'd re-assume; As flames roll'd by the winds' conspiring force, And now the victors fall: on all sides fears, O'er full-eard corn, or torrents' raging course Groans and pale Death in all her shapes appears : Bears down th’ opposing oaks, the fields destroys, Androgeus first with his whole troop was cast And mocks the plough-man's toil, th’unlook'd Upon us, with civility misplac'd ; for noise
Thus greeting us,
“ You lose by your delay, From neighbouring hills th' amazed shepherd Your share both of the honour and the prey; hears;
Others the spoils of burning Troy convey Such my surprise, and such their rage appears. Back to those ships which you but now forsake." First fell thy house, Ucalegon, then thine We making no return, his sad mistake Deiphobus, Sigæan seas did shine
Too late he finds: as when an unseen snake Bright with Troy's flames; the trumpets dreadful A traveller's unwary fuot hath prest, sound
Who trembling starts when the snake's azure The louder groans of dying men confound; Swoln with his rising anger, he espies, (crest, “Give me my arms,” I cry'd, resolv'd to throw So from our view surpriz'd Androgeus flies. Myself 'mong any that oppos'd the foe :
But here an easy victory we meet : (fect. Rage, anger, and despair at once suggest, Fear binds their hands, and ignorance their That of all deaths to die in arms was best. Whilst fortune our first enterprize did aid, The first I met was Pantheus, Phoebus' priest, Encourag'd with success, Choræbus said, Who, 'scaping with his gods and reliques, fed, “O friends we now by better Fates are led, And towards the shore his little grandchild led. And the fair path they lead us, let as tread. “ Pantheus, what hope remains ? what force, First change your arms, and their distinctions what place
The same, in foes, deceit and virtue are.”[bear; Made good ?" but sighing, he replies, “ Alas! Then of bis arms Androgeus he divests, Trojans we were, and mighty Ilium was ; His sword, his shield he takes, and plumed erests, But the last period, and the fatal hour
Then Ripheus, Dymas, and the rest, all glad Of Troy is come: our glory and our power Of the occasion, in fresh spoils are clad. Incepsed Jove's transfers to Grecian hands; Thus mixt with Greeks, as if their fortune still The foe within the burning town commands; Follow'd their swords, we fight, pursue, and kill. And (like a smother'd fire) an unseen force Some re-ascend the horse, and he whose sides Breaks from the bowels of the fatal horse : Let forth the valiant, now the coward hides. Insulting Sinon flings about the flame,
Some to their safer guard, their ships, retire; And thousands more than e'er from Argos came But vain's that hope, 'gainst which the gods conPossess the gates, the passes, and the streets, Behold the royal virgin, the divine (spire : And these the sword o'ertakes, and those it meets. Cassandra, from Minerva's fatal shrine (vain, The guard nor fights, nor fies; their fate so Dragg'd by the hair, casting towards heaven, in
Her eyes; for cords her tender hands did strain ; at once suspends their courage and their fear.” Chorobus, at the spectacle enrag'd Thus by the gods, and by Atrides' words
Flies in amidst the foes: we thus engag'd, Inspir'd, 1 make my way through fire, through To second him, among the thickest ran; swords,
Here first our ruin from our friends began, Where noises, tumults, outcries, and alarms, Who from the temple's battlements a shower I heard. First Iphitus, renown'd for arms, Of darts and arrows on our heads did pour ; We meet, who knew us (for the Moon did shine); They us for Greeks, and now the Greeks (who Then Ripheus, Hypanis, and Dymas join Cassandra's rescue) us for Trojans slew. [knew Their force, and young Choræbus, Mygdon's Then from all parts Ulysses, Ajax then, Who, by the love of fair Cassandra, won, (son, | And then th’ Atridæ, rally all their men ; Arriv'd but lately in her father's aid;
As winds, that meet from several coasts, contest, Unhappy, whom the threats could not dissuade Their prisons being broke, the south and west, Of his prophetic spouse;
And Eurus on his winged coursers borne, Whom when I saw yet daring to maintain Triumphing in their speed, the woods are torn, The fight, I said, “ Brave spirits (but in vain) And chasing Nereus with his trident throws Are you resolv'd to follow one who dares The billows fri m the bottom; then all those Tempt all extremes; the state of our affairs Who in the dark our fury did escape, You see : the gods have left us, by whose aid Returning, know our borrow'd arms, and shape, Our empire stood ; nor can the flame be staid : And different dialect : then their numbers swell Then let us fall amidst our fues; this one
pon us. First Chorcebus fell Relief the vanquish'd have, to hope for none.” Before Minerva's altar, next did bleed Then reioforc'd, as in a stormy night
Just Ripheus, whom no Trojan did exceed Wolves urged by their raging appetite
In virtue, yet the gods his fate decreed. Forage for prey, which their neglected young Then Hypanis and Dymas, wounded by With greedy jaws expect, ev'n so among Their friends; nor thee, Pantheus, thy piety, Foes, fire, and swords, t assured death we pass, | Nor consecrated mitre, from the same Darkness our guide, Despair our leader was. Ill fate could save ; my country's funeral flame Who can relate that evening's woes and spoils, And Troy's cold ashes I attest, and call Or can his tears proportion to our toils ? To witness for myself, that in their fall The city, which so long had fourish'd, falls ; No foes, no death, nor danger, I declin'd, Death triumphs o'er the houses, temples, walls. Did, and deserv'd no less, iny fate to find.
Now Iphitus with me, and Pelias
And now between two sad extremes I stood, Slowly retire ; the one retarded was
Here Pyrrhus and th’ Atridæ drunk with blood, By feeble age, the other by a wound.
There th' hapless queen amongst an hundred To court the cry directs us, where we found
dames, Th' assault so hot, as if 'twere only there, And Priam quenching from his wounds those And all the rest secure from foes or fear :
fames The Greeks the gates approach'd, their targets Which his own hands had on the altar laid ; cast
Then they the secret cabinets invade, Over their heads ; some scaling ladders plac'd Where stood the fifty nuptial beds, the hopes Against the walls, the rest the steps ascend, Of that great race; the golden posts, whose tops And with their shields on their left arms defend Old hostile spoils adorn’d, demolish'd lay, Arrows and darts, and with their right hold fast Or to the foe, or to the fire a prey. The battlement; on them the Trojans cast Now Priam's fate perhaps you may inqnire : Stones, rafters, pillars, beams; such arms as Seeing his empire lost, his Troy on fire, these,
And his own palaee by the Greeks possest, Now hopeless, for their last defence they seize. Arms long disus'd his trembling limbs invest; The gilded roofs, the marks of ancient state, Thus on his foes he throws himself alone, They tumble down ; and now against the gate Not for their fate, but to provoke his own : Of th' inner court their growing force they There stood an altar pen to the view bring :
Of Heaven, ncar which an aged laurel grew, Now was our last effort to save the king,
Whose shady arms the household gods embrac'd; Relieve the fainting, and succeed the dead. Before whose feet the queen herself had cast A private gallery 'twixt th' apartments led, With all her daughters, and the Trojan wives, Not to the foe yet known, or not observ'd, As doves whom an approaching tempest drives (The way for Hector's hapless wife reserv'd, And frights into one flock; but having spy'd When to the aged king, her little son [run Old Priam clad in youthful arm, she cried, She would present) through this we pass, and “ Alas, my wretched husband, what pretence Up to the highest battlement, from whence To bear those arms, and in them what defence ? The Trojans threw their darts without offence, Such aid such times require not, when again A tower so high, it seem'd to reach the sky, If Hector were alive, he liv'd in vain ; Stood on the roof, from whence we could descry Or here weshall a sanctuary find, All Ilium-both the camps, the Grecian fleet; Or as in life we shall in death be join'd.” This, where the beams upon the columns weet, Then weeping, with kind force held and embrac'd, We loosen, which like thunder from the cloud And on the secret seat the king she plac'd. Breaks on their heads, as sudden and as loud. Meantime Polites, one of Priam's sons, But others still succeed : meantime, nor stones Flying the rage of bloody Pyrrhus, runs Nor any kind of weapons cease.
Through foes and swords, and ranges all the court, Before the gate in gilded armour shone [grown, And empty galleries, amaz’d and hurt ; Young Pyrrhus, like a snake, his skin new Pyrrhus pursues him, now o'ertakes, now kills, Who fed on poisonous herbs, all winter lay And his last blood in Priam's presence spills. Under the ground, and now reviews the day The king (though him so many deaths enclose) Fresh in his new apparel, proud and young, Nor fear, nor grief, but indignation shows; Rolls up his back, and brandishes his tongue, “ The gods requite thee, (if within the care And lifts his scaly breast against the Sun; Of those above th' affairs of mortals are) With him his father's squire, Automedon, Whose fury on the son but lost had been, And Peripas, who drove his winged steeds, Had not his parents' eyes his murder seen: Enter the court; whom all the youth succeeds Not that Achilles (whom thou feigo'st to be Of Scyros' isle, who flaming firebrands flung Thy father) so inhuman was to me; Up to the roof; Pyrrhus himself among
He blusht, when I the rights of arms implor'd; The foremost with an axe an entrance hews To me my Hector, me to Troy restor'd :" Through beams of solid oak, then freely views This said, his feeble arm a javelin fung, The chambers, galleries, and rooms of state, Which on the sounding shield, scarce entering, Where Priam and the ancient monarchs sat.
rung. At the first gate an armed guard appears ; Then Pyrrhus ; " Go a messenger to Hell But th’inner court with horrour, noise, and tears, of my black deeds, and to my father tell Confus'dly fill'd, the women's shrieks and cries The acts of his degenerate race.” So through The arch'd vaults re-echo to the skies;
His son's warm blood the trembling king he Sad matrops wandering through the spacions
To th’altar; in his hair one hand he wreaths; Embrace and kiss the posts : then Pyrrhus comes His sword the other in his bosom sheaths. Fi 'l of his father, neither men nor walls
T'has fell the king, who yet surviv'd the state, His force sustain, the torn portcullis falls, With such a signal and peculiar fate, Then from the hinge their strokes the gates di
Under so vast a ruin, not a grave, vorce,
Nor in such flames a funeral fire to have :