And shoots against the sun with equal rays.

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Thus, when a black-brow'd gust begins to rise, White foam at first on the curl'd ocean fries; Then roars the main, the billows mount the skies; Till, by the fury of the storm full blown, The muddy bottom o'er the clouds is thrown. First Almon falls, old Tyrrheus' eldest care, Pierc'd with an arrow from the distant war: Fix'd in his throat the flying weapon stood,

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And stopp'd his breath, and drank his vital blood.
Huge heaps of slain around the body rise:
Among the rest, the rich Galesus lies;

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A good old man, while peace he preach'd in vain,
Amidst the madness of th' unruly train :
Five herds, five bleating flocks, his pastures fill'd;
His lands a hundred yoke of oxen till'd.
Thus, while in equal scales their fortune stood,
The Fury bath'd them in each other's blood;
Then, having fix'd the fight, exulting flies,
And bears fulfill'd her promise to the skies.
To Juno thus she speaks: "Behold! 'tis done, 755
The blood already drawn, the war begun;
The discord is complete; nor can they cease
The dire debate, nor you command the peace.
Now, since the Latian and the Trojan brood 759
Have tasted vengeance, and the sweets of blood;

Speak, and my pow'r shall add this office more:
The neighb'ring nations of th' Ausonian shore
Shall hear the dreadful rumour, from afar,

Of arm'd invasion, and embrace the war."

Then Juno thus: "The grateful work is done, 765
The seeds of discord sow'd, the war begun :
Frauds, fears, and fury, have possess'd the state,
And fix'd the causes of a lasting hate.

A bloody Hymen shall th' alliance join
Betwixt the Trojan and Ausonian line:
But thou with speed to night and hell repair;
For not the gods, nor angry Jove, will bear
Thy lawless wand'ring walks in upper air.
Leave what remains to me." Saturnia said:

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The sullen fiend her sounding wings display'd, 775
Unwilling left the light, and sought the nether shade.
In midst of Italy, well known to fame,
There lies a lake (Amsanctus is the name)
Below the lofty mounts: on either side

Thick forests the forbidden entrance hide.

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Full in the centre of the sacred wood,

An arm arises of the Stygian flood,

Which, breaking from beneath with bellowing sound, Whirls the black waves and rattling stones around. Here Pluto pants for breath from out his cell, 785 And opens wide the grinning jaws of hell.

To this infernal lake the Fury flies;

Here hides her hated head, and frees the lab'ring skies. Saturnian Junò now, with double care,

Attends the fatal process of the war.

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The clowns, return'd from battle, bear the slain,
Implore the gods, and to their king complain.
The corps of Almon, and the rest, are shown:
Shrieks, clamours, murmurs, fill the frighted town.
Ambitious Turnus in the press appears,

And, aggravating crimes, augments their fears;
Proclaims his private injuries aloud,

A solemn promise made, and disavow'd ;

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A foreign son is sought, and a mix'd mungrel brood.
Then they, whose mothers, frantic with their fear,
In woods and wilds the flags of Bacchus bear, 801
And lead his dances with dishevel'd hair,
Increase the clamour, and the war demand,
(Such was Amata's int'rest in the land)
Against the public sanctions of the peace,
Against all omens of their ill success.
With fates averse, the rout in arms resort,
To force their monarch, and insult the court.
But, like a rock unmov'd, a rock that braves
The raging tempest and the rising waves-
Propp'd on himself he stands: his solid sides
Wash off the sea-weeds, and the sounding tides-

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So stood the pious prince unmov'd, and long
Sustain❜d the madness of the noisy throng.

But, when he found that Juno's pow'r prevail'd, 815
And all the methods of cool counsel fail'd,

He calls the gods to witness their offence,
Disclaims the war, asserts his innocence.

"Hurry'd by fate," he cries," and borne before
A furious wind, we leave the faithful shore ! 820
O more than madmen! you yourselves shall bear
The guilt of blood and sacrilegious war:
Thou, Turnus, shalt atone it by thy fate,

And pray to heav'n for peace, but pray too late.
For me, my stormy voyage at an end,

I to the port of death securely tend.

The fun'ral pomp which to your kings you pay,
Is all I want, and all you take away."

He said no more, but, in his walls confin'd,

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Shut out the woes which he too well divin'd; 830

Nor with the rising storm would vainly strive,

But left the helm, and let the vessel drive.

A solemn custom was observ'd of old,

Which Latium held, and now the Romans hold, Their standard when in fighting fields they rear 835 Against the fierce Hyrcanians, or declare

The Scythian, Indian, or Arabian war →→→

Or from the boasting Parthians would regain

Their eagles, lost in Carra's bloody plain.

Two gates

gates of steel (the name of Mars they bear, And still are worshipp'd with religious fear)

Before his temple stand: the dire abode,

And the fear'd issues of the furious god,

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Are fenc'd with brazen bolts; without the gates,
The wary guardian Janus doubly waits.

Then, when the sacred senate votes the wars,

The Roman consul their decree declares,

And in his robes the sounding gates unbars.

The youth in military shouts arise,

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And the loud trumpets break the yielding skies. 850
These rites, of old by sov'reign princes us'd,
Were the king's office: but the king refus'd,
Deaf to their cries, nor would the gates unbar
Of sacred peace, or loose th' imprison'd war;
But hid his head, and, safe from loud alarms, 855
Abhorr'd the wicked ministry of arms.

Then heav'n's imperious queen shot down from high;
At her approach the brazen hinges fly;

The gates are forc'd, and ev'ry falling bar;
And, like a tempest, issues out the war.

The peaceful cities of th' Ausonian shore,

Lull'd in their ease, and undisturb'd before,

Are all on fire; and some, with studious care,

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Their restive steeds in sandy plains preparedS