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Arms and the man I sing, who first made way, predestined exile, from the Trojan shore to Italy, the blest Lavinian strand. Smitten of storms he was on land and sea by violence of Heaven, to satisfy stern Juno's sleepless wrath; and much in war he suffered, seeking at the last to found the city, and bring o'er his fathers' gods to safe abode in Latium; whence arose the Latin race, old Alba's reverend lords, and from her hills wide-walled, imperial Rome.
In ages gone an ancient city stood— Carthage, a Tyrian seat, which from afar made front on Italy and on the mouths of Tiber's stream; its wealth and revenues were vast, and ruthless was its quest of war. 'T is said that Juno, of all lands she loved, most cherished this,—not Samos' self so dear. Here were her arms, her chariot; even then a throne of power o'er nations near and far, if Fate opposed not, 't was her darling hope to 'stablish here; but anxiously she heard that of the Trojan blood there was a breed then rising, which upon the destined day should utterly o'erwhelm her Tyrian towers, a people of wide sway and conquest proud should compass Libya's doom;—such was the web the Fatal Sisters spun. Such was the fear of Saturn's daughter, who remembered well what long and unavailing strife she waged for her loved Greeks at Troy. Nor did she fail to meditate th' occasions of her rage, and cherish deep within her bosom proud its griefs and wrongs: the choice by Paris made; her scorned<
Below th' horizon the Sicilian isle just sank from view, as for the open sea with heart of hope they sailed, and every ship clove with its brazen beak the salt, white waves. But Juno of her everlasting wound knew no surcease, but from her heart of pain thus darkly mused: “Must I, defeated, fail of what I will, nor turn the Teucrian King from Italy away? Can Fate oppose? Had Pallas power to lay waste in flame the Argive fleet and sink its mariners, revenging but the sacrilege obscene by Ajax wrought, Oileus' desperate son? She, from the clouds, herself Jove's lightning threw, scattered the ships, and ploughed the sea with storms. Her foe, from his pierced breast out-breathing fire, in whirlwind on a deadly rock she flung. But I, who move among the gods a queen, Jove's sister and his spouse, with one weak tribe make war so long! Who now on Juno calls? What suppliant gifts henceforth her altars crown?
“Thou in whose hands the Father of all gods and Sovereign of mankind confides the power to calm the waters or with winds upturn, great Aeolus! a race with me at war now sails the Tuscan main towards Italy, bringing their Ilium and its vanquished powers. Uprouse thy gales. Strike that proud navy down! Hurl far and wide, and strew the waves with dead! Twice seven nymphs are mine, of rarest mould; of whom Deiopea, the most fair, I give thee in true wedlock for thine own, to mate thy noble worth; she at thy side shall pass long, happy years, and fruitful bring her beauteous offspring unto thee their sire.