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Aeneid

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    or feared his cruelty. They seized his ships,

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    which haply rode at anchor in the bay,

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    and loaded them with gold; the hoarded wealth

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    of vile and covetous Pygmalion

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    they took to sea. A woman wrought this deed.

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    Then came they to these lands where now thine eyes

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    behold yon walls and yonder citadel

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    of newly rising Carthage. For a price

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    they measured round so much of Afric soil

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    as one bull's hide encircles, and the spot

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    received its name, the Byrsa. But, I pray,

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    what men are ye? from what far land arrived,

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    and whither going?” When she questioned thus,

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    her son, with sighs that rose from his heart's depths,

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    this answer gave:

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    “Divine one, if I tell

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    my woes and burdens all, and thou could'st pause

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    to heed the tale, first would the vesper star

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    th' Olympian portals close, and bid the day

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    in slumber lie. Of ancient Troy are we—

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    if aught of Troy thou knowest! As we roved

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    from sea to sea, the hazard of the storm

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    cast us up hither on this Libyan coast.

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    I am Aeneas, faithful evermore

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    to Heaven's command; and in my ships I bear

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    my gods ancestral, which I snatched away

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    from peril of the foe. My fame is known

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    above the stars. I travel on in quest

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    of Italy, my true home-land, and I

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    from Jove himself may trace my birth divine.

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    With twice ten ships upon the Phryglan main

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    I launched away. My mother from the skies

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    gave guidance, and I wrought what Fate ordained.

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    Yet now scarce seven shattered ships survive

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    the shock of wind and wave; and I myself

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    friendless, bereft, am wandering up and down

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    this Libyan wilderness! Behold me here,

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    from Europe and from Asia exiled still!”

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    But Venus could not let him longer plain,

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    and stopped his grief midway:

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    “Whoe'er thou art,

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    I deem that not unblest of heavenly powers,

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    with vital breath still thine, thou comest hither

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    unto our Tyrian town. Go steadfast on,

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    and to the royal threshold make thy way!

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    I bring thee tidings that thy comrades all

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    are safe at land; and all thy ships, conveyed

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    by favoring breezes, safe at anchor lie;

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    or else in vain my parents gave me skill

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    to read the skies. Look up at yonder swans!

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    A flock of twelve, whose gayly fluttering file,

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    erst scattered by Jove's eagle swooping down

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    from his ethereal haunt, now form anew

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    their long-drawn line, and make a landing-place,

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    or, hovering over, scan some chosen ground,

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    or soaring high, with whir of happy wings,

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    re-circle heaven in triumphant song:

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    likewise, I tell thee, thy Iost mariners

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    are landed, or fly landward at full sail.

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    Up, then! let yon plain path thy guidance be,”

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    She ceased and turned away. A roseate beam

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    from her bright shoulder glowed; th' ambrosial hair

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    breathed more than mortal sweetness, while her robes

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    fell rippling to her feet. Each step revealed

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    the veritable goddess. Now he knew

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    that vision was his mother, and his words

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    pursued the fading phantom as it fled:

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    “Why is thy son deluded o'er and o'er

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    with mocking dreams,—another cruel god?

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    Hast thou no hand-clasp true, nor interchange

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    of words unfeigned betwixt this heart and thine?”

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    Such word of blame he spoke, and took his way

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    toward the city's rampart. Venus then

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    o'erveiled them as they moved in darkened air,—

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    a liquid mantle of thick cloud divine,—

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    that viewless they might pass, nor would any

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    obstruct, delay, or question why they came.

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    To Paphos then she soared, her Ioved abode,

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    where stands her temple, at whose hundred shrines

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    garlands of myrtle and fresh roses breathe,

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    and clouds of orient sweetness waft away.

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    Meanwhile the wanderers swiftly journey on

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    along the clear-marked road, and soon they climb

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    the brow of a high hill, which close in view

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    o'er-towers the city's crown. The vast exploit,

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    where lately rose but Afric cabins rude,

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    Aeneas wondered at: the smooth, wide ways;

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    the bastioned gates; the uproar of the throng.

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    The Tyrians toil unwearied; some up-raise

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    a wall or citadel, from far below

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    lifting the ponderous stone; or with due care

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    choose where to build, and close the space around

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    with sacred furrow; in their gathering-place

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    the people for just governors, just laws,

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    and for their reverend senate shout acclaim.

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    Some clear the harbor mouth; some deeply lay

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    the base of a great theatre, and carve out

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    proud columns from the mountain, to adorn

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    their rising stage with lofty ornament.

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    so busy bees above a field of flowers

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