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TOR C. SATHURST, J. BUCKLAND, W. STRAHAN, J. RIVING-
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M DCC LXXIX.

DR Y DE N'S

V I R G I L.

V O L U M E II.

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When ruin'd Troy became the Grecians prey,
And Ilium's lofty towers in afhes lay :
Warn’d by celestial omens, we retreat,
To seek in foreign lands a happier feat.
Near old Antandros, and at Ida's foot,
The timber of the sacred groves we cut;
And build our fleet: uncertain yet to find
What place the gods for our repose assign’d.
Friends daily fock, and scarce the kindly spring
Began to cloathe the ground, and birds to sing :
When old Anchises summon'd all to sea :
The crew, my father and the fates obey.
With fighs and tears I leave my native thore,
And empty fields, where Ilium stood before.
My fire, my son, our less, and greater gods,
All fail at once ; and cleave the briny floods.

Against our coast appears a spacious land,
Which once the fierce Lycurgus did command : 20
Thracia the name ; the people bold in war ;

their fields, and tillage is their care.
A hospitable realm, while fate was kind;
With Troy in friendship and religion join'd.
I land, with luckless omens; then adore
Their gods, and draw a line along the shore :
I lay the deep foundations of a wall :
And Enos, nam'd from me, the city call.
To Dionæan Venus vows are paid,
And all the powers that rising labours aid ;

30 A bull on Jove's imperial aitar laid.

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Not far, a rising hilloek stood in view;
Sharp myrtles, on the sides, and cornels grew.
There, while I went to crop the fylvan scenes,
And thade our altar with their leafy greens, 35
I pull'd a plant (with horror I relate
A prodigy so strange, and full of fate);
The rooted fibres rose; and from the wound,
Black bloody drops distill'd upon the ground.
Mute, and amaz’d, my hair with terror stood; 40
Fear Mrunk my sinews, and congeald my blood :
Man'd once again, another plant I try,
That other gush'd with the same fanguine dye.
Then, fearing guilt for some offence unknown,
With

prayers and vows the Dryads I atone ; 45
With all the sisters of the woods, and most
The god of arms, who rules the Thracian coast:
That they, or he, these omens would avert ;
Release our fears, and better signs impart.
Clear'd, as I thought, and fully fix'd at length
To learn the cause, I tugg'd with all my strength :
I bent my knees against the ground; once more
The violated myrtle ran with gore.
Scarce dare I tell the sequel : from the womb
Of wounded earth, and caverns of the tomb, 55
A groan as of a troubled ghost renew'd
My fright, and then these dreadful words ensued :
Why dost thou thus 'my bury'd body rend?
O spare the corpse of thy unhappy friend!
Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood : 6
The tears distil not from the wounded woods

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