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ENEIS.

BOOK III.

ARGUMENT.

Aneas proceeds in his relation: he gives an account of the fleet with which he sailed, and the success of his first voyage to Thrace From thence he directs his course to Delos and asks the oracle what place the gods had appointed for his habitation? By a mistake of the oracle's answer, he settles in Crete. His household gods give him the true sense of the oracle, in a dream. He follows their advice, and makes the best of his way for Italy. He is cast on several shores, and meets with very surprising adventures, till at length he lands on Sicily, where his father Anchises dies. This is the place which he was sailing from, when the tempest rose, and threw him upon the Carthaginian coast.

WHEN heav'n had overturn'd the Trojan state,
And Priam's throne, by too severe a fate;
When ruin'd Troy became the Grecian's prey,
And Ilium's lofty tow'rs in ashes lay;
Warn'd by celestial omens, we retreat,
To seek in foreign lands a happier seat.
Near old Antandros, and at Ida's foot,
The timber of the sacred groves we cut,
And build our fleet-uncertain yet to find
What place the gods for our repose assign'd.
Friends daily flock; and scarce the kindly spring
Began to clothe the ground, and birds to sing,

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When old Anchises summon'd all to sea:
The crew my father and the Fates obey.
With sighs and tears I leave my native shore,
And empty fields, where Ilium stood before.
My sire, my son, our less and greater gods,
All sail at once, and cleave the briny floods.

Against our coast appears a spacious land,
Which once the fierce Lycurgus did command,
(Thracia the name-the people bold in war-
Vast are their fields, and tillage is their care)
A hospitable realm, while Fate was kind,
With Troy in friendship and religion join'd.
1 land, with luckless omens; then adore
Their gods, and draw a line along the shore:
I lay the deep foundations of a wall,
And Enos, nam'd from me, the city call.
To Dionæan Venus vows are paid,
And all the pow'rs that rising labours aid;
A bull on Jove's imperial altar laid.
Not far, a rising hillock stood in view:
Sharp myrtles, on the sides, and cornels grew.
There, while I went to crop the sylvan scenes,
And shade our altar with their leafy greens,
I pull'd a plant-with horror I relate
A prodigy so strange, and full of fate-
The rooted fibres rose: and, from the wound,
Black bloody drops distill'd upon the ground.
Mute and amaz'd, my hair with terror stood,
Fear shrunk my sinews, and congeal'd my blood.
Man'd once again, another plant I try :
That other gush'd with the same sanguine die.
Then, fearing guilt for some offence unknown,
With pray'rs and vows the Dryads I atone,
With all the sisters of the woods, and most
The god of arms, who rules the Thracian coast-
That they, or he, these omens would avert,
Release our fears, and better signs impart.

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Clear'd, as I thought, and fully fix'd at length
To learn the cause, I tugg'd with all my strength:
I bent my knees against the ground: once more
The violated myrtle ran with gore.

Scarce dare I tell the sequel: from the womb
Of wounded earth, and caverns of the tomb,
A groan, as of a troubled ghost, renew'd
My fright, and then these dreadful words ensu'd:
Why dost thou thus my bury'd body rend?
O spare the corpse of thy unhappy friend!
Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood:
The tears distil not from the wounded wood;
But ev'ry drop this living tree contains,
Is kindred blood, and ran in Trojan veins.
O fly from this unhospitable shore,
Warn'd by my fate, for I am Polydore !
Here loads of lances, in my blood embru'd
Again shoot upward, by my blood renew'd."

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My faultering tongue and shivering limbs declare

My horror; and in bristles rose my hair.

When Troy with Grecian arms was closely pent,
Old Priam, fearful of the war's event,
This hapless Polydore to Thracia sent:
Loaded with gold, he sent his darl

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From noise and tumults, and destructive war;
Committed to the faithless tyrant's care;
Who, when he saw the pow'r of Troy decline,
Forsook the weaker, with the strong to join-
Broke ev'ry bond of nature and of truth,
And murder'd, for his wealth, the royal youth.
O sacred hunger of pernicious gold!
What bands of faith can impious lucre hold?
Now, when my soul had shaken off her fears,
I call my father, and the Trojan peers-
Relate the prodigies of heav'n-require
What he commands, and their advice desire.
All vote to leave that execrable shore,
Polluted with the blood of Polydore;

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But, ere we sail, his fun'ral rites prepare,
Then, to his ghost, a tomb and altars rear.
In mournful pomp the matrons walk the round,
With baleful cypress, and blue fillets bound,
With eyes dejected, and with hair unbound.
Then bowls of tepid milk and blood we pour,
And thrice invoke the soul of Polydore.
Now, when the raging storms no longer reign,
But southern gales invite us to the main,
We launch our vessels, with a prosp'rous wind,
And leave the cities and the shores behind.
An island in the Egæan main appears:
Neptune and watery Doris clain it theirs.
It floated once, ull Phoebus fix'd the sides
To rooted earth; and now it braves the tides.
Here, borne by friendly winds, we come ashore,
With needful ease our weary limbs restore,
And the Sun's temple, and his town adore.

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Anius, the priest and king, with laurel crown'd,
His hoary locks with purple fillets bound,
Who saw my sire the Delian shore ascend,

Came forth with eager haste to meet his friend;
Invites him to his palace; and, in sign

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Of ancient love, the plighted hands they join.

Then to the temple of the god I went,

And thus before the shrine, my vows present:

"Give, O Thymbræus! give a resting place

To the sad relics of the Trojan race

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A seat secure, a region of their own,

A lasting empire, and a happier town.

Where shall we fix? where shall our labours end?

Whom shall we follow, and what fate attend?

Let not my pray'rs a doubtful answer find;

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But in clear auguries unveil thy mind.”
Scarce had I said: he shook the holy ground,
The laurels, and the lofty hills around:

And from the tripos rush'd a bellowing sound.

Prostrate we fell; confess'd the present god,
Who gave this answer from his dark abode:
"Undaunted youths! go, seek that nobler earth
From which our ancestors derive their birth.
The soil that sent you forth, her ancient race,
In her old bosom shall again embrace.

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Through the wide world th' Ænein house shall reign,

And children's children shall the crown sustain."
Thus Phoebus did our future fates disclose:

A mighty tumult, mix'd with joy, arose.

All are concern'd to know what place the god

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Assign'd, and where determin'd our abode.

My father, long revolving in his mind

The race and lineage of the Trojan kind

Thus answer'd their demands; "Ye princes, hear

Your pleasing fortune; and dispel your fear.

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The fruitful isle of Crete, well known to fame,

Sacred of old, to Jove's imperial name,

In the mid ocean lies, with large command;
And on its plains a hundred cities stand.
Another Ida rises there; and we
From thence derive our Trojan ancestry.
From thence, as 'tis divulg'd by certain fame,
To the Rhotean shores old Teucer came;
There fix'd, and there the seat of empire chose,
Ere Ilium and the Trojan tow'rs arose.

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In humble vales they built heir soft abodes;
Till Cybele, the mother of the gods,

With tinkling cymbals charm'd th' Idæan woods.
She secret rights and ceremonies taught,
And to the yoke the savage lions brought.

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Let us the land, which heav'n appoints, explore;

Appease the winds and seek the Gnossian shore.

If Jove assists the passage of our fleet,

The third propitious dawn discovers Crete."
Thus having said, the sacrifices laid
On smoking altars, to the gods he paid→→→

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