The Æneids of Virgil, Done into English Verse. Virgil

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Table of Contents

       THE ÆNEIDS OF VIRGIL.

       BOOK I.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK II.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK III.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK IV.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK V.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK VI.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK VII.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK VIII.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK IX.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK X.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK XI.

       ARGUMENT.

       BOOK XII.

       ARGUMENT.

THE ÆNEIDS OF VIRGIL.

       Table of Contents

BOOK I.

       Table of Contents

ARGUMENT.

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      ÆNEAS AND HIS TROJANS BEING DRIVEN TO LIBYA BY A TEMPEST, HAVE GOOD WELCOME OF DIDO, QUEEN OF CARTHAGE.

      Lo I am he who led the song through slender reed to cry, And then, come forth from out the woods, the fields that are thereby In woven verse I bade obey the hungry tillers' need: Now I, who sang their merry toil, sing Mars and dreadful deed.

      I sing of arms, I sing of him, who from the Trojan land

       Thrust forth by Fate, to Italy and that Lavinian strand

       First came: all tost about was he on earth and on the deep

       By heavenly might for Juno's wrath, that had no mind to sleep:

       And plenteous war he underwent ere he his town might frame

       And set his Gods in Latian earth, whence is the Latin name,

       And father-folk of Alba-town, and walls of mighty Rome.

      Say, Muse, what wound of godhead was whereby all this must come,

       How grieving, she, the Queen of Gods, a man so pious drave

       To win such toil, to welter on through such a troublous wave:10

       —Can anger in immortal minds abide so fierce and fell?

      There was a city of old time where Tyrian folk did dwell,

       Called Carthage, facing far away the shores of Italy

       And Tiber-mouth; fulfilled of wealth and fierce in arms was she,

       And men say Juno loved her well o'er every other land,

       Yea e'en o'er Samos: there were stored the weapons of her hand,

       And there her chariot: even then she cherished the intent

       To make her Lady of all Lands, if Fate might so be bent;

       Yet had she heard how such a stem from Trojan blood should grow,

       As, blooming fair, the Tyrian towers should one day overthrow,20

       That thence a folk, kings far and wide, most noble lords of fight,

       Should come for bane of Libyan land: such web the Parcæ dight.

       The Seed of Saturn, fearing this, and СКАЧАТЬ