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On Neptune's faith the floating fleet relics;
But what the man forsook the god supplies,
And o'er the dangerous deep secure the navy flies;
Glides by the Syren's cliffs, a shelfy coast,
Long infamous for ships and sailors lost,
And white with bones; the impetuous ocean roars,
And rocks rebellow from the sounding shores.
The watchful hero felt the knocks, and found
The tossing vessel sailed on shoaly ground.
Sure of his pilot's loss, he takes himself

The helm, and steers aloof, and shuns the shelf.
Inwardly he grieved, and groaning from the breast,
Deplored his death, and thus his pain expressed:
"For faith reposed on seas, and on the flattering sky,
Thy naked corpse is doomed on shores unknown to lie."

BOOK VI.

THE ARGUMENT.

The Sibyl foretells Aneas the adventures he should meet with in Italy. She attends him to hell; describing to him the various scenes of that place, and conducting him to his father Anchises, who instructs him in those sublime mysteries of the soul of the world, and the transmigration; and shows him that glorious race of heroes which was to descend from himn and his posterity.

HE said, and wept; then spread his sails before
The winds, and reached at length the Cuman shore ;
Their anchors dropped, his crew the ves-els moor;
They turn their heads to sea, their sterns to land,
And greet with greedy joy the Italian strand.
Some strike from clashing dints their fiery seed,
Some gather sticks the kindled flames to feed,
Or search for hollow trees and fell the woods,
Or trace through valleys the discovered loods.
Thus while their several charges they fulfil,
The pious prince ascends the sacred hill

. Where Phoebus is adored, and seeks the shade
Which hides from sight his venerable maid;
Deep in a cave the Sibyl makes abode ;
Thence full of fate returns and of the god ;
.Through Trivia's grove they walk, and now behold,

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And enter now the temple roofed with gold.

When Daedalus, to fly the Cretan shore,

His heavy limbs on jointed pinions bore

(The first who sailed in air), 'tis sung by fame,
To the Cumaan coast at length he came,
And here alighting built this costly frame,
Inscribed to Phoebus; here he hung on high
The steerage of his wings that cut the sky;
Then o'er the lofty gate his art embossed
Androgeos' death and offerings to his ghost.
Seven youths from Athens yearly sent to meet
The fate appointed by revengeful Crete;
And next to those the dreadful urn was placed
In which the destined names by lots were cast.

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The mournful parents stand around in tears,
And rising Crete against their shore appears.
There too, in living sculpture, might be seen
The mad affection of the Cretan Queen ;
Then how she cheats her bellowing lover's eye,
The rushing leap, the doubtful progeny,
The lower part a beast, a man above,
The monument of their polluted love.

Nor far from thence he graved the wondrous maze,
A thousand doors, a thousand winding ways;
Here dwells the monster, hid from human view,
Not to be found but by the faithful clue;
Till the kind artist, moved with pious grief,
Lent to the loving maid this last relief;
And all those erring paths described so well,
That Theseus conquered, and the monster fell.
Here hapless Icarus had found his part,
Had not the father's grief restrained his art.
He twice essayed to cast his son in gold;

Twice from his hands he dropped the forming mould.
All this with wondering eyes Æneas viewed,
Each varying object his delight renewed.
Eager to read the rest, Achates came,
And by his side the mad divining dame,
The priestess of the god, Deiphobe her name.
"Time suffers not," she said, "to feed your eyes
With empty pleasures: haste the sacrifice."
Seven bullocks yet unyoked, for Phœbus choose,
And for Diana seven unspotted ewes."
This said, the servants urge the sacred rites;
While to the temple she the prince invites.
A spacious cave within its farmost part,
Was hewed and fashioned by laborious art.
Through the hill's hollow sides, before the place,
A hundred doors a hundred entries grace;
As many voices issue; and the sound

Of Sibyl's words as many times rebound.
"Now to the mouth they come," aloud she cries,
"This is the time, enquire your destinies.

He comes-behold the god!" Thus while she said,
(And shivering at the sacred entry staid)
Her colour changed, her face was not the same,
And hollow groans from her deep spirit came.
Her hair stood up, convulsive rage possessed

Her trembling limbs, and heaved her labouring breast.
Greater than human kind she seemed to look,

And with an accent more than mortal spoke.
Her staring eyes with sparkling fury roll,
When all the god came rushing on her soul.
Swiftly she turned, and foaming as she spoke,
Why this delay," she cried, "the powers invoke :
Thy prayers alone can open this abode,
Else vain are my demands :" and dumb the god.
She said no more; the trembling Trojans hear,
O'erspread with a damp sweat and holy fear.
The Prince himself, with awful dread possessed,
His vows to great Apollo thus addressed;
"Indulgent god, propitious power to Troy,
Swift to relieve, unwilling to destroy,
Directed by whose hand, the Dardan dart
Pierced the proud Grecian's only mortal part;
Thus far, by Fate's decrees and thy commands,
Through ambient seas and through devouring sands,
Our exiled crew has fought the Ausonian ground,
And now at length the flying coast is found.
Thus far the fate of Troy, from place to place,
With fury has pursued her wandering rare.

Here cease, yejowers, and let you ve seance end,
Troy is no more, and cen no more ofter d.
And thou, O sacred maid, inspired to see
The event of things in dark futurity,

Give me, what heaven has promised to my fate,
To conquer and command the Latian state;
To fix my wandering gods and find a place
For the long exiles of the Trojan race.
Then shall my grateful hands a temple rear
To the twin gods, with vows and solemn prayer,
And annual rites, and festivals, and games,
Shall be performed to their auspicious names.
Nor shalt thou want thy honours in my land,
For there thy faithful oracles shall stand,
Preserved in shrines; and every sacred lay,
Which, by thy mouth, Apollo shall convey,
All shall be treasured by a chosen train
Of holy priests, and ever shall remain.
But, oh commit not thy prophetic mind
To flitting leaves, the sport of every wind,
Lest they disperse in air our empty fate:
Write not, but what the powers ordain relate."

Struggling in vain, impatient of her load,
And labouring underneath the ponderous god,
The more she strove to shake him from her breast,

With more and far superior force he pressed,
Commands his entrance, and without control,
Usurps her organs and inspires her soul.

Now, with a furious blast, the hundred doors
Ope of themselves, a rushing whirlwind roars
Within the cave, and Sibyl's voice restores.

"Escaped the dangers of the watery reign,
Yet more and greater ilis by land remain.
The coast so long desired (nor doubt the event)
Thy troops shall reach, but having reached, repent.
Wars, horrid wars I view; a field of blood,
And Tiber rolling with a purple flood.
Simois nor Xanthus shall be wanting there;
A new Achilles shall in arms appear,

And he, too. goddess-born; fierce Juno's hate,
Added to hostile force, shall urge thy fate.
To what strange nations shalt not thou resort?
Driven to solicit aid at every court!

The cause the same which lium once oppressed,
A foreign mistress and a foreign guest.

But thou, secure of soul, unbent with woes,

The more thy fortune frowns, the more oppose.

The dawnings of thy safety shall be shown

From whence thou least shalt hope, a Grecian town." Thus from the dark recess the Sibyl spoke,

And the resisting air the thunder broke,

The cave rebellowed, and the temple shook.

The ambiguous god who ruled her labouring breast
In these mysterious words his mind expressed,
Some truths revealed, in terms involved the rest.
At length her fury tell; her foaming ceased,
And, ebbing in her soul, the god decreased.
Then thus the chief: "No terror to my view,
No frightful face of danger can be new.
Inured to suffer and resolved to dare

The Fates, without my power, shall be without my care.
This let me crave, since near your grove the road
To hell lies open, and the dark abode

Which Acheron surrounds, the innavigable flood,
Conduct me through the regions void of light,
And lead me longing to my father's sight.
For him a thousand dangers I have sought,
And rushing where the thickest Grecians fought,
Safe on my back the sacred burthen brought.
He, for my sake, the raging ocean tried,
And wrath of heaven; my still auspicious guide,

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