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Propitious heaven, and gracious Juno, lead
This wandering navy to your needful aid;
How will your empire spread, your city rise
From fuch an union, and with fuch allies!
Implore the favour of the powers above,
And leave the conduct of the reft to love.
Continue ftill your hofpitable way,

And ftill invent occafions of their stay;

Till ftorms and winter winds fhall ceafe to threat,
And planks and oars repair their shatter'd fleet.
Thefe words, which from a friend and fifter came,
With cafe refolv'd the fcruples of her fame,
And added fury to the kindled flame.
Infpir'd with hope, the project they pursue;
On every altar facrifice renew:

A chofen ewe of two-years old they pay
To Ceres, Bacchus, and the god of day:
Preferring Juno's power: for Juno ties

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The nuptial knot, and makes the marriage joys.
The beauteous queen before her altar ftands,
And holds the golden goblet in her hands.
A milk-white heifer fhe with flowers adorns,
And pours the ruddy wine betwixt her horns;
And while the priests with prayer the gods invoke, 85
She feeds their altars with Sabæan fmoke.
With hourly care the facrifice renews,
And anxioufly the panting entrails views.
What prieftly rites, alas! what pious art,
What vows avail to cure a bleeding heart!

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A gentle

A gentle fire fhe feeds within her veins,
Where the foft god fecure in filence reigns.

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Sick with defire, and feeking him fhe loves,.
From street to ftreet the raving Dido roves.
So when the watchful fhepherd from the blind,
Wounds with a random fhaft the carelefs hind,
Distracted with her pain fhe flies the woods,
Bounds o'er the lawn, and feeks the filent floods;
With fruitless care; for ftill the fatal dart
Sticks in her fide, and rankles in her heart.
And now the leads the Trojan chief along
The lofty walls, amidst the busy throng;
Difplays her Tyrian wealth and rising town,
Which love, without his labour, makes his own.
This pomp she shows to tempt her wandering gueft;.
Her faltering tongue forbids to fpeak the reft.
When day declines, and feafts renew the night,
Still on his face the feeds her famish'd fight:
She longs again to hear the prince relate
His own adventures, and the Trojan fate:
He tells it o'er and o'er: but ftill in vain;

For still she begs to hear it once again.
The hearer on the speaker's mouth depends;
And thus the tragic ftory never ends.

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Thus, when they part, when Phoebe's paler light 115 Withdraws, and falling ftars to fleep invite, She last remains, when every guest is gone, Sits on the bed he prefs'd, and fighs alone; Abfent, her abfent hero fees and hears, Or in her bofom young Afcanius bears :

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And feeks the father's image in the child,
If love by likeness might be so beguil❜d.

Mean time the rifing towers are at a stand :
No labours exercise the youthful band:

Nor ufe of arts nor toils of arms they know; 125 The mole is left unfinish'd to the foe.

The mounds, the works, the walls, neglected lie,

Short of their promis'd height that seem'd to threat the fky.

But when imperial Juno, from above,

Saw Dido fetter'd in the chains of love;

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Hot with the venom which her veins inflam'd,
And by no fenfe of shame to be reclaim'd,
With foothing words to Venus she begun :

High praifes, endless honours you have won,
And mighty trophies with your worthy fon:
Two gods a filly woman have undone.
Nor am I ignorant, you both fuípect
This rifing city, which my hands erect :
But fhall celeftial difcord never ceafe?
'Tis better ended in a lafting peace.
You ftand poffefs'd of all your foul defir'd;
Poor Dido, with confuming love, is fir'd:
Your Trojan with my Tyrian let us join,
So Dido fhall be yours, Æneas mine:
One common kingdom, one united line.
Eliza fhall a Dardan lord obey,
And lofty Carthage for a dower convey.

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Then Venus, who her hidden fraud descry'd,
(Which would the fceptre of the world mifguide
To Libyan fhores), thus artfully reply'd:
Who but a fool would wars with Juno choose,
And fuch alliance and fuch gifts refuse?
If Fortune with our joint defires comply:
The doubt is all from Jove, and Destiny;
Left he forbid with abfolute command,
To mix the people in one common land.
Or will the Trojan and the Tyrian line,
In lafting leagues and fure fucceffion join?
you, the partner
of his bed and throne,
May move his mind; my wifhes are your own.

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Mine, faid imperial Juno, be the care;

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Time urges now to perfect this affair:
Attend my counfel, and the fecret fhare.
When next the fun his rifing light difplays,
And gilds the world below with purple rays;
The queen, Æneas, and the Tyrian court,
Shall to the fhady woods, for fylvan game, refort.
There, while the huntsmen pitch their toils around,
And chearful horns, from fide to fide, refound,
A pitchy cloud fhall cover all the plain
With hail and thunder, and tempeftuous rain:
The fearful train fhall take their speedy flight,
Difpers'd, and all involv'd in gloomy night :
One cave a grateful shelter fhall afford
To the fair princefs and the Trojan lord.
I will myself the bridal bed prepare,
If you, to blefs the nuptials, will be there :

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So

So fhall their loves be crown'd with due delights,
And Hymen shall be prefent at the rites.
The queen of love confents, and clofely fimiles
At her vain project, and difcover'd wiles.

The rofy morn was rifen from the main,
And horns and hounds awake the princely train :
They iffue early through the city gate,
Where the more wakeful huntfmen ready wait,
With nets, and toils, and darts, befide the force
Of Spartan dogs, and fwift Maffylian horse.
The Tyrian peers and officers of state

For the flow queen in anti-chambers wait:
Her lofty courfer in the court below

(Who his majestic rider seems to know),

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Proud of his purple trappings, paws the ground, And champs the golden bit, and fpreads the foam around.

The queen at length appears on either hand

The brawny guards in martial order stand.

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A flower'd cymarr, with golden fringe fhe wore;
And at her back a golden quiver bore:

Her flowing hair a golden caul restrains;
A golden clafp the Tyrian robe fuftains.

Then young Afcanius, with a fprightly grace,
Leads on the Trojan youth to view the chace.
But far above the rest in beauty shines
The great Eneas, when the troop he joins:
Like fair Apollo, when he leaves the froft
Of wintery Xanthus, and the Lycian coast:

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