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Mix'd with the first, the fierce virago fought,
Sustain'd the toils of arms, the danger sought,
Outstripp'd the winds in speed upon the plain, 1100
Flew o'er the field, nor hurt the bearded grain :
She swept the seas, and as she skimm'd along,
Her flying feet unbath'd on billows hung.
Men, boys, and women, stupid with surprise,
Where'er she passes, fix their wond'ring eyes: 1105
Longing they look, and, gaping at the sight,
Devour her o'er and o'er with vast delight;

Her purple habit sits with such a grace

On her smooth shoulders, and so suits her face;
Her head with ringlets of her hair is crown'd; 1110
And in a golden caul the curls are bound.
She shakes her myrtle jav'lin; and, behind,
Her Lycian quiver dances in the wind,

Æ NE ÏS,

BOOK VIII.

ARGUMENT.

The war being now begun, both the generals make all possible prepa rations. Turnus sends to Diomedes. Æneas goes in person to beg succours from Evander and the Tuscans. Evander receives him kindly, furnishes him with men, and sends his son Pallas with him. Vulcan, at the request of Venus, makes arms for her son Æneas, and draws on his shield the most memorable actions of his posterity.

WHEN Turnus had assembled all his pow'rs,
His standard planted on Laurentum's tow'rs,
When now the sprightly trumpet, from afar,
Had giv'n the signal of approaching war,

Had rous'd the neighing steeds to scour the fields, 5
While the fierce riders clatter'd on their shields,
Trembling with rage the Latian youth prepare
To join th' allies, and headlong rush to war.
Fierce Ufens, and Messapus, led the crowd,
With bold Mezentius, who blasphem'd aloud.

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These through the country took their wasteful course,

The fields to forage, and to gather force.

Then Venulus to Diomede they send,
To beg his aid Ausonia to defend,
Declare the common danger, and inform
The Grecian leader of the growing storm:
Æneas, landed on the Latian coast,
With banish'd gods, and with a baffled host,
Yet now aspir'd to conquest of the state,
And claim'd a title from the gods and fate;
What num'rous nations in his quarrel came,
And how they spread his formidable name.
What he design'd, what mischiefs might arise,
If fortune favour'd his first enterprise,
Was left for him to weigh, whose equal fears,
And common int'rest was involv'd in theirs."
While Turnus and th' allies thus urge the war,
The Trojan, floating in a flood of care,
Beholds the tempest which his foes prepare.
This way and that he turns his anxious mind ;
Thinks and rejects the counsels he design'd;
Explores himself in vain, in ev'ry part,

And gives no rest to his distracted heart.
So, when the sun by day, or moon by night,

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Strike on the polish'd brass their trembling light, 35 The glittring species here and there divide,

And cast their dubious beams from side to side;
Now on the walls, now on the pavement play,
And to the cieling flash the glaring day.

'Twas night and weary nature lull'd asleep 40 The birds of air, and fishes of the deep,

And beasts, and mortal men. The Trojan chief Was laid on Tyber's banks, oppress'd with grief, And found in silent slumber late relief.

Then, through the shadows of the poplar wood, 45 Arose the father of the Roman flood;

An azure robe was o'er his body spread,

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A wreath of shady reeds adorn'd his head :
Thus, manifest to sight, the god appear'd,
And with these pleasing words his sorrow cheer'd:
"Undoubted offspring of etherial race,

O long expected in this promis'd place!

Who, through the foes, hast borne thy banish'd gods,
Restor❜d them to their hearths, and old abodes-
This is thy happy home, the clime where fate 55
Ordains thee to restore the Trojan state.
Fear not! The war shall end in lasting peace,
And all the rage of haughty Juno cease.
And that this nightly vision may not seem

Th' effect of fancy, or an idle dream,

A sow beneath an oak shall lie along,

All white herself, and white her thirty young.

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When thirty rolling years have run their race,

Thy son Ascanius, on this empty space,
Shall build a royal town, of lasting fame,

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Which from this omen shall receive the name.

Time shall approve the truth.-For what remains, And how with sure success to crown thy pains,

With patience next attend. A banish'd band,

Driv'n with Evander from th' Arcadian land,

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Have planted here, and plac'd on high their walls :
Their town the founder Pallanteum calls,

Deriv'd from Pallas, his great grandsire's name:
But the fierce Latians old possession claim,
With war infesting the new colony.

These make thy friends, and on their aid rely.
To thy free passage I submit my streams.
Wake, son of Venus, from thy pleasing dreams;
And, when the setting stars are lost in day,
To Juno's pow'r thy just devotion pay;
With sacrifice the wrathful queen appease:
Her pride at length shall fall, her fury cease.
When thou return'st victorious from the war,
Perform thy vows to me with grateful care.
The god am I, whose yellow water flows
Around these fields, and fattens as it goes:
Tyber my name-among the rolling floods,
Renown'd on earth, esteem'd among the gods.

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