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Aeneid

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    Arms and the man I sing, who first made way,

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    predestined exile, from the Trojan shore

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    to Italy, the blest Lavinian strand.

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    Smitten of storms he was on land and sea

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    by violence of Heaven, to satisfy

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    stern Juno's sleepless wrath; and much in war

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    he suffered, seeking at the last to found

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    the city, and bring o'er his fathers' gods

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    to safe abode in Latium; whence arose

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    the Latin race, old Alba's reverend lords,

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    and from her hills wide-walled, imperial Rome.

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    O Muse, the causes tell! What sacrilege,

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    or vengeful sorrow, moved the heavenly Queen

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    to thrust on dangers dark and endless toil

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    a man whose largest honor in men's eyes

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    was serving Heaven? Can gods such anger feel?

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    In ages gone an ancient city stood—

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    Carthage, a Tyrian seat, which from afar

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    made front on Italy and on the mouths

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    of Tiber's stream; its wealth and revenues

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    were vast, and ruthless was its quest of war.

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    'T is said that Juno, of all lands she loved,

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    most cherished this,—not Samos' self so dear.

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    Here were her arms, her chariot; even then

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    a throne of power o'er nations near and far,

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    if Fate opposed not, 't was her darling hope

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    to 'stablish here; but anxiously she heard

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    that of the Trojan blood there was a breed

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    then rising, which upon the destined day

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    should utterly o'erwhelm her Tyrian towers,

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    a people of wide sway and conquest proud

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    should compass Libya's doom;—such was the web

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    the Fatal Sisters spun. Such was the fear

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    of Saturn's daughter, who remembered well

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    what long and unavailing strife she waged

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    for her loved Greeks at Troy. Nor did she fail

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    to meditate th' occasions of her rage,

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    and cherish deep within her bosom proud

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    its griefs and wrongs: the choice by Paris made;

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    her scorned and slighted beauty; a whole race

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    rebellious to her godhead; and Jove's smile

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    that beamed on eagle-ravished Ganymede.

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    With all these thoughts infuriate, her power

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    pursued with tempests o'er the boundless main

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    the Trojans, though by Grecian victor spared

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    and fierce Achilles; so she thrust them far

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    from Latium; and they drifted, Heaven-impelled,

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    year after year, o'er many an unknown sea—

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    O labor vast, to found the Roman line!

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    Below th' horizon the Sicilian isle

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    just sank from view, as for the open sea

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    with heart of hope they sailed, and every ship

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    clove with its brazen beak the salt, white waves.

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    But Juno of her everlasting wound

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    knew no surcease, but from her heart of pain

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    thus darkly mused: “Must I, defeated, fail

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    of what I will, nor turn the Teucrian King

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    from Italy away? Can Fate oppose?

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    Had Pallas power to lay waste in flame

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    the Argive fleet and sink its mariners,

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    revenging but the sacrilege obscene

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    by Ajax wrought, Oileus' desperate son?

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    She, from the clouds, herself Jove's lightning threw,

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    scattered the ships, and ploughed the sea with storms.

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    Her foe, from his pierced breast out-breathing fire,

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    in whirlwind on a deadly rock she flung.

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    But I, who move among the gods a queen,

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    Jove's sister and his spouse, with one weak tribe

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    make war so long! Who now on Juno calls?

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    What suppliant gifts henceforth her altars crown?”

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    So, in her fevered heart complaining still,

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    unto the storm-cloud land the goddess came,

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    a region with wild whirlwinds in its womb,

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    Aeolia named, where royal Aeolus

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    in a high-vaulted cavern keeps control

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    o'er warring winds and loud concourse of storms.

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    There closely pent in chains and bastions strong,

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    they, scornful, make the vacant mountain roar,

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    chafing against their bonds. But from a throne

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    of lofty crag, their king with sceptred hand

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    allays their fury and their rage confines.

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    Did he not so, our ocean, earth, and sky

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    were whirled before them through the vast inane.

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    But over-ruling Jove, of this in fear,

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    hid them in dungeon dark: then o'er them piled

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    huge mountains, and ordained a lawful king

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    to hold them in firm sway, or know what time,

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    with Jove's consent, to loose them o'er the world.

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    To him proud Juno thus made lowly plea:

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    “Thou in whose hands the Father of all gods

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    and Sovereign of mankind confides the power

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    to calm the waters or with winds upturn,

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    great Aeolus! a race with me at war

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    now sails the Tuscan main towards Italy,

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    bringing their Ilium and its vanquished powers.

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    Uprouse thy gales. Strike that proud navy down!

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    Hurl far and wide, and strew the waves with dead!

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    Twice seven nymphs are mine, of rarest mould;

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    of whom Deiopea, the most fair,

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    I give thee in true wedlock for thine own,

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