Part 15 (1/2)
We, the followers of you and your fortune since the Dardan land sank in fla over the swollen main--we it is that will raise to the stars the posterity that shall come after you, and crown your city with ihty dwellers, and not abandon the task of flight for its tedious length Change your settlement; it is not this coast that the Delian God moved you to accept--not in Crete that Apollo bade you sit down No, there is a place--the Greeks call it Hesperia--a land old in story, strong in arms and in the fruitfulness of its soil--the Oenotrians were its settlers Now report says that later generations have called the nation Italian, from the na Dardanus and father Iasius, the first founder of our line Quick! rise, and tell the glad tale, which brooks no question, to your aged sire; tell him that he is to look for Corythus and the country of Ausonia
Jupiter bars you froain on board, they sail for many stormy days until they reach the islands of the Strophades Here dwell the Harpies, loathsome human birds, whose touch is defile Yet even here aeneas finds a prophecy of his destiny Offended by the onslaught of the Trojans, Celaeno, one of the Harpy band, thus reviles and prophesies:
What, is it war for the oxen you have slain and the bullocks you have felled, true sons of Lao to make on _us_, to expel us, blameless Harpies, from our ancestral realm? Take, then, into your minds these hty Sire imparted to Phoebus, Phoebus Apollo to me, I, the chief of the Furies,all sail: well, the winds shall be at your call as you go to Italy, and you shall be free to enter its harbors; but you shall not build walls around your fated city, before fell hunger and your naw and eat up your very tables
Conington
Hastily aeneas leaves this place with an earnest prayer that this dire threat y Neritos they go, past Ithaca, cursing it for crafty Ulysses' sake, and reach the rocky shores of Actium; then on past the Phaeacian land to Buthrotum in Epirus, on the western shore of Greece He is astounded and delighted to find that the strange fortunes of war have set Helenus, son of Pria, with Andromache, wife of the la eet and bitter too for all the exiles
They passthe vanished life of their old Phrygian ho the checkered experiences of their recent years And now, one bright , the breezes call loudly to the sails, and aeneas would pursue his way He knows by now that Italy is the object of his quest, but how he may reach the destined spot in that vast stretch of coast, and anderings still await him, he does not know But Helenus, his host, is fas, and to him aeneas appeals
Helenus first warns his friend that he must shun that part of Italy which seems so near at hand, for on this eastern shore the Greeks have many cities; but he must sail far around, until he reach the farthest shore Above all, let hih the straits of Sicily, for here the dread monsters Scylla and Charybdis keep the way They shall at last come to ”cumae on the western shore, and the haunted lake, and the woods that rustle over Avernus,” and there shall they learn further of their fates from the inspired prophetess of Apollo's shrine Their final resting-place, where heaven shall pers, by this strange token they shall know--a huge white soith thirty young, lying at ease beneath a spreading oak ”Such,” says Helenus, ”are the counsels which it is given you to receive from my lips Go on your way, and by your actions lift to heaven the greatness of Troy”
With exchange of gifts, tokens of lorious destiny, the royal pair speed their guests on their way One reach to the northward, a night on the sandy shore, an early e, and aeneas turns his prows once more to the unknoest
And now the stars were fled, and Aurora was just reddening in the sky, when in the distance we see the dim hills and low plains of Italy ”Italy!” Achates was the first to cry Italy, our creelcome with a shout of rapture Then, arland, and filled it ine, and called on the Gods, standing upon the tall stern: ”Ye powers that rule sea and land and weather, waft us a fair wind and a ston
Theyon this nearest shore, pay sole across the great curving bay of Tarentu the dangerous straits of Sicily, they pass the night upon the shore near aetna, whose awful ru ashes, and belched up avalanches of ht of dread ends in aof horror, for there, upon the mountainside, they see the Cyclopean monsters whom Ulysses and his band had so narrowly escaped Hastily they push away from this dread coast, and sail clear around to western Sicily, where aeneas' aged father dies, and is buried in the friendly real Acestes
Froht them to their journey's end; but Juno's iainst them, and by that dark storm they had been driven far away and wrecked on the coast of Africa
Thus father aeneas, alone, a heaven's destined dealings, and telling of his voyages; and now at length he was silent, es after this, Othello the Moor won the love of Desde done, She gave hs; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man She thanked me, And bade me if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her
By these saly has aeneas stirred the love in Dido's heart She goes to her bed, but not to sleep All night she tosses restlessly, picturing the hero's face and recalling his words; and in the , sick of soul, she pours her tears and cares into her sister Anna's bosoht invade My troubled soul! What of this stranger lodged within Our halls, how noble in his mien, how brave in heart, Of what puissant arms! From heav'n in truth his race Must be derived, for fear betokens low-born souls
Alas, how tes the bitter cup of war's reverses hath He drained! If in my soul the purpose were not fixed That not to any suitor would I yield myself In wedlock, since the tiht have yielded now
For sister, I confess it, since my husband's fate, Since that sad day when by his blood my father's house Was sprinkled, this of all ain I feel the force of passion's sway But no!
May I be gulfed within earth's yawning depths; hty hurl me with his thunders to the shades, The pallid shades of Erebus and night profound, Before, O constancy, I violate thy laws!
He took ed my maiden love
Still may he keep his own, and in the silent tomb Preserve my love inviolate
Miller
Anna advises her sister to yield to this new love, and argues that policy as well as inclination is on her side Such a union as this would strengthen her against her brother, and exalt the sway of Carthage to unhoped for glory
And to what glory shalt thou see thy city rise, What strong, far-reaching sway upreared on such a tie!
assisted by the Trojan arms, our youthful state Up to the very pinnacle of faives herself up to passion's sway Her city is forgotten, her queenly a, and the dalliance of love the days go by And seelorious destiny, his prouorous dream of present bliss
But the fates of future Rome must not be thwarted He is rudely awakened from his dream by Mercury, who at the coed in urging on the walls and towers of Carthage