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Here did the tender tale of Picus ceafe,
Above belief the wonder, I confefs.
Again we fail, but more difafters meet,
Foretold by Circe, to our fuffering fleet.
Myself, unable further woes to bear,
Declin'd the voyage, and am refug'd here.


Thus Macareus-Now with a pious aim
Had good Æneas rais'd a funeral flame,
In honour of his hoary nurse's name.
Her epitaph he fix'd; and fetting fail,
Cajeta left, and catch'd at every gale.

He fteer'd at diftance from the faithlefs fhore Where the falfe Goddefs reigns with fatal power; And fought thofe grateful groves, that fhade the plain, Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,

And fattens, as he runs, the fair campain.
His kindred Gods the Hero's wishes crown
With fair Lavinia, and Latinus' throne:
But not without a war the prize he won.
Drawn up in bright array the battle ftands :
Turnus with arms his promis'd wife demands.
Hetrurians, Latians, equal fortune share;
And doubtful long appears the face of war.

Both powers from neighbouring princes feek supplies,
And embaflies appoint for new allies.

Æneas, for relief, Evander moves;

His quarrel he afferts, his cause approves.



The bold Rutilians, with an equal speed,
Sage Venelus difpatch to Diomede.

The king, late griefs revolving in his mind,
Thefe reafons for neutrality affign'd:

Shall I, of one poor dotal town possest,
My people thin, my wretched country wafte;
An exil'd prince, and on a shaking throne
Or risk my patron's fubjects, or my own?
You'll grieve the harshness of our hap to hear;
Nor can I tell the tale without a tear.



After fam'd Hium was by Argives won,
And flames had finish'd, what the sword begun;
Pallas, incens'd, pursued us to the main,

In vengeance of her violated fane.

Alone Oileus forc'd the Trojan maid,
Yet all were punish'd for the brutal deed.
A ftorm begins, the raging waves run high,.
The clouds look heavy, and benight the sky;
Red fheets of lightning o'er the feas are spread,
Our tackling yields, and wrecks at last fucceed..
'Tis tedious our difaftrous ftate to tell;

Even Priam would have pitied what befel.
Yet Pallas fay'd me from the fwallowing main;
At home new wrongs to meet, as Fates ordain.


Her brindled lions rein'd, unveil'd her head,
And, hovering o'er her favour'd fleet, she said;
Cease Turnus, and the heavenly powers respect,
Nor dare to violate what I protect.

These gallies, once fair trees, on Ida stood,
their fhade to each defcending God;

And gave

Nor fhall confume; irrevocable Fate

Allots their being no determin'd date.

Straight peals of thunder Heaven's high arches rend,
The hail-ftones leap, the showers in spouts defcend.
The winds with widen'd throats the signal give;
The cables break, the fmoaking veffels drive.
Now, wondrous, as they beat the foaming flood,
The timber foftens into flesh and blood;

The yards and oars new arms and legs design;
A trunk the hull; the flender keel, a spine;
The prow a female face; and by degrees
The gallies rife green daughters of the feas.
Sometimes on coral beds they fit in state,
Or wanton on the waves they fear'd of late.
The barks, that beat the feas, are ftill their care,
Themselves remembering what of late they were ;
To fave a Trojan fail, in throngs they press,
But fmile to fee Alcinous in diftrefs.

Unable were thofe wonders to deter

The Latians from their unsuccessful war.
Both fides for doubtful victory contend;
And on their courage, and their Gods, depend.
Nor bright Lavinia, nor Latinus' crown,
Warm their great foul to war, like fair renown.

Venus at last beholds her godlike fon

Triumphant, and the field of battle won ;
Brave Turnus flain; ftrong Ardea but a name,
And buried in fierce deluges of flame;

Her towers, that boafted once a fovereign fway,
The fate of fancy'd grandeur now betray.
A famish'd heron from the afhes fprings,
And beats the ruin with difaftrous wings;
Calamities of towns diftreft the feigns,

And oft', with woeful fhrieks, of war complains.



Now had Æneas, as ordain'd by Fate,
Surviv'd the period of Saturnia's hate :
And, by a fure irrevocable doom,
Fix'd the immortal majesty of Rome.
Fit for the station of his kindred stars,
His mother Goddess thus her fuit prefers :
Almighty arbiter, whofe powerful nod
Shakes diftant earth, and bows our own abode 3.
To thy great progeny indulgent be,
And rank the Goddess-born a deity.

Already has he view'd, with mortal eyes,
Thy brother's kingdoms of the nether skies.
Forthwith a conclave of the Godhead meets,

Where Juno in the shining fenate fits.
Remorse for past revenge the Goddess feels;
Then thundering Jove th' almighty mandate seals;


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Allots the prince of his celeftial line

An apotheofis, and rights divine.

The cryftal manfions echo with applaufe,

And, with her graces, Love's bright queen withdraws;
Shoots in a blaze of light along the skies,

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And, borne by turtle, to Laurentum flies;
Alights where through the reeds Numicius ftrays,
And to the feas his watery tribute pays.
The God the fupplicates, to wash away
The parts more grofs, and subject to decay,
And cleanse the Goddess-born from feminal allay.
The horned flood with glad attention stands,
Then bids his streams obey their fire's commands.
His better parts by luftral waves refin'd,
More pure, and nearer to æthereal mind,
With gums of fragrant fcent the Goddess ftrews,
And on his features breathes ambrofial dews.
Thus deify'd, new honours Rome decrees,
Shrines, feftivals; and ftiles him Indiges.

Afcanius now the Latian fceptre fways;
The Alban nation Sylvius next obeys.
Then young Latinus: Next an Alba came,
The grace and guardian of the Alban name.
Then Epitus; then gentle Capys reign'd;
Then Capetis the regal power sustain’d.
Next he who perifh'd on the Tuscan flood,
And honour'd with his name the River God.



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