The Works of Virgil (John Dryden)
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The Works of Virgil (1697), began in 1694 and published by subscription, was John Dryden's most ambitious and defining work as a translator. The publication of the translation of Virgil was a national event and brought Dryden the sum of £1,400.
The Works of Virgil (1697)
- Round the wide world in banishment we roam,
Forced from our pleasing fields and native home.
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- I envy not your fortune, but admire.
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- Fool that I was, I thought imperial Rome
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- Freedom, which came at length, though slow to come.
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- The rest among the Britons he confined;
A race of men from all the world disjoined.
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- Trust not too much to that enchanting face;
Beauty's a charm, but soon the charm will pass.
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- The trees are clothed with leaves, the fields with grass;
The blossoms blow; the birds on bushes sing;
And Nature has accomplished all the spring.
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- From the great Father of the Gods above
My Muse begins: for all is full of Jove.
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- So nice a difference in your singing lies,
That both have won, or both deserved the prize.
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- Now dam the ditches, and the floods restrain:
Their moisture has already drenched the plain.
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- To sing thy praise, would heaven my breath prolong,
Infusing spirits worthy such a song.
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- O heavenly poet, such thy verse appears,
So sweet, so charming to my ravished ears,
As to the weary swain with cares oppressed,
Beneath the sylvan shade, refreshing rest.
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- Daphnis, the guest of heaven, with wondering eyes,
Views in the milky way the starry skies,
And far beneath him, from the shining sphere,
Beholds the moving clouds, and rolling year.
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- The mountain-tops unshorn, the rocks rejoice;
The lowly shrubs partake of human voice.
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- "Loose me," he cried, "'twas impudence to find
A sleeping god, 'tis sacrilege to bind."
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- He sung the secret seeds of Nature's frame;
How seas, and earth, and air, and active flame,
Fell through the mighty void, and, in their fall,
Were blindly gathered in this goodly ball.
The tender soil then, stiffening by degrees,
Shut from the bounded earth the bounding seas.
Then earth and ocean various forms disclose,
And a new sun to the new world arose.
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- Both young Arcadians, both alike inspired
To sing, and answer as the song required.
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- And I preferred my pleasure to my gains.
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- I know thee, Love! in deserts thou wert bred,
And at the dugs of savage tigers fed;
Alien of birth, usurper of the plains.
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- But I discern their flattery from their praise.
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- Come, see what pleasures in our plains abound:
The woods, the fountains, and the flowery ground:
As you are beauteous, were you half so true,
Here could I live, and love, and die with only you.
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- In hell, and earth, and seas, and heaven above,
Love conquers all, and we must yield to Love.
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- Ye deities! who fields and plains protect,
Who rule the seasons, and the year direct;
Bacchus, and fostering Ceres, powers divine,
Who gave us corn for mast, for water wine
Ye Fauns, propitious to the rural swains,
Ye Nymphs, that haunt the mountains and the plains,
Join in my work, and to my numbers bring
Your needful succour; for your gifts I sing.
And thou, whose trident struck the teeming earth,
And made a passage for the courser's birth;
And thou, for whom the Cean shore sustains
The milky herds that graze the flowery plains;
And thou, the shepherd's tutelary god,
Leave for a while, O Pan! thy loved abode:
And, if Arcadian fleeces be thy care,
From fields and mountains to my song repair.
Inventor, Pallas, of the fattening oil,
Thou founder of the plough, and ploughman's toil;
And thou, whose hands the shroud-like cypress rear,
Come, all ye gods and goddesses, that wear
The rural honours, and increase the year;
You who supply the ground with seeds of grain;
And you, who swell those seeds with kindly rain!
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- Whence men, a hard laborious kind, were born.
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- Thus all below, whether by Nature's curse,
Or Fate's decree, degenerate still to worse:
So the boat's brawny crew the current stem,
And, slow advancing, struggle with the stream:
But if they slack their hands, or cease to strive,
Then down the flood with headlong haste they drive.
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- [They] change their savage mind,
Their wildness lose, and, quitting nature's part,
Obey the rules and discipline of art.
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- And in short space the laden boughs arise,
With happy fruit advancing to the skies.
The mother plant admires the leaves unknown
Of alien trees, and apples not her own.
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- No room is left for death.
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- The fatter earth by handling we may find,
With ease distinguished from the meagre kind:
Poor soil will crumble into dust; the rich
Will to the fingers cleave like clammy pitch.
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- So strong is custom, such effects can use
In tender souls of pliant plants produce.
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- Oh happy, if he knew his happy state!
The swain, who, free from business and debate,
Receives his easy food from Nature's hand,
And just returns of cultivated land!
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- [Here] easy quiet, a secure retreat,
A harmless life that knows not how to cheat,
With home-bred plenty the owner bless,
And rural pleasures crown his happiness;
Unvexed with quarrels, undisturbed with noise,
The country king his peaceful realm enjoys:
Cool grots, and living lakes, the flowery pride
Of meads and streams that through the valley glide;
And shady groves that easy sleep invite,
And after toilsome days a soft repose at night.
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- Ye sacred Muses, with whose beauty fired,
My soul is ravished, and my brain inspired:
Whose priest I am, whose holy fillets wear;
Would you your poet's first petition hear;
Give me the ways of wandering stars to know,
The depths of heaven above, and earth below.
Teach me the various labours of the moon,
And whence proceed the eclipses of the sun;
Why flowing tides prevail upon the main,
And in what dark recess they shrink again;
What shakes the solid earth; what cause delays
The summer nights, and shortens winter days.
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- My next desire is, void of care and strife,
To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life:
A country cottage near a crystal flood,
A winding valley, and a lofty wood.
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- Happy the man, who, studying nature's laws,
Through known effects can trace the secret cause.
His mind possessing, in a quiet state,
Fearless of fortune, and resigned to fate.
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- Some to the seas, and some to camps, resort,
And some with impudence invade the court.
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- His cares are eased with intervals of bliss;
His little children, climbing for a kiss,
Welcome their father's late return at night;
His faithful bed is crowned with chaste delight.
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- New ways I must attempt, my groveling name
To raise aloft, and wing my flight to fame.
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- Without thee, nothing lofty can I sing.
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- In youth alone, unhappy mortals live;
But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive:
Discoloured sickness, anxious labour, come,
And age, and death's inexorable doom.
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- Starting with a bound,
He turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground:
Fire from his eyes, clouds from his nostrils flow.
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- In vain he burns, like hasty stubble fires.
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- Thus every creature, and of every kind,
The secret joys of sweet coition find.
Not only man's imperial race, but they
That wing the liquid air, or swim the sea,
Or haunt the desert, rush into the flame:
For love is lord of all, and is in all the same.
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- But the commanding Muse my chariot guides,
Which o'er the dubious cliff securely rides;
And pleased I am, no beaten road to take,
But first the way to new discoveries make.
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- A mighty pomp, though made of little things.
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- Slight is the subject, but the praise not small.
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- With secret joy,
Their young succession all their cares employ.
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- With mighty souls in narrow bodies prest.
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- Yet all these dreadful deeds, this deadly fray,
A cast of scattered dust will soon allay.
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- If little things with great we may compare.
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- Such rage of honey in their bosom beats,
And such a zeal they have for flowery sweets.
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- The immortal line in sure succession reigns;
The fortune of the family remains;
And grandsires' grandsires the long list contains.
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- For God the whole created mass inspires:
Through heaven and earth and ocean's depth he throws
His influence round, and kindles as he goes.
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- Thus surely bound, yet be not over bold,
The slippery god will try to loose his hold:
And various forms assume to cheat thy sight;
And with vain images of beasts affright;
With foamy tusks, he seems a bristly boar,
Or imitates the lion's angry roar;
Breaks out in crackling flames to shun thy snares,
Hisses a dragon, or a tiger stares;
Or with a wile thy caution to betray,
In fleeting streams attempts to slide away.
But thou, the more he varies forms, beware
To strain his fetters with a stricter care.
Till, tiring all his arts, he turns again
To his true shape, in which he first was seen.
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- Then thus the bride: What fury seized on thee,
Unhappy man! to lose thyself and me?
Dragged back again by cruel destinies,
An iron slumber shuts my swimming eyes.
And now farewell! Involved in shades of night,
For ever I am ravished from thy sight.
In vain I reach my feeble hands to join
In sweet embraces—ah! no longer thine!
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- Affecting studies of less noisy praise.
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- We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
- Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate,
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
Expelled and exiled, left the Trojan shore.
Long labours both by sea and land he bore,
And in the doubtful war, before he won
The Latian realm, and built the destined town;
His banished gods restored to rites divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,
From whence the race of Alban fathers come,
And the long glories of majestic Rome.
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- O Muse! the causes and the crimes relate,
What goddess was provoked, and whence her hate:
For what offense the Queen of Heaven began
To persecute so brave, so just a man!
Involved his anxious life in endless cares,
Exposed to wants, and hurried into wars!
Can heavenly minds such high resentment show,
Or exercise their spite in human woe?
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- If then some grave and pious man appear,
They hush their noise, and lend a listening ear.
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- Endure, and conquer! Jove will soon dispose
To future good our past and present woes.
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- Resume your courage and dismiss your care.
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate
Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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- Through various hazards and events we move.
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- Endure the hardships of your present state,
Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate.
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- These words he spoke, but spoke not from his heart;
His outward smiles concealed his inward smart.
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- A woman leads the way.
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- The good Aeneas am I called, a name,
While Fortune favored, not unknown to fame.
My household gods, companions of my woes,
With pious care I rescued from our foes.
To fruitful Italy my course was bent;
And from the King of Heaven is my descent.
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- Thus having said, she turned, and made appear
Her neck refulgent, and dishevelled hair,
Which, flowing from her shoulders, reached the ground,
And widely spread ambrosial scents around.
In length of train descends her sweeping gown;
And by her graceful walk the Queen of Love is known.
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- What men, what monsters, what inhuman race,
What laws, what barbarous customs of the place!
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- If our hard fortune no compassion draws,
Nor hospitable rights, nor human laws,
The gods are just, and will revenge our cause.
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- The gods (if gods to goodness are inclined—
If acts of mercy touch their heavenly mind),
And, more than all the gods, your generous heart,
Conscious of worth, requite its own desert!
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- Your honour, name, and praise shall never die.
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- Like you, an alien in a land unknown,
I learn to pity woes so like my own.
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- Great queen, what you command me to relate
Renews the sad remembrance of our fate.
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- Somewhat is sure designed, by fraud or force;
Trust not their presents, nor admit the horse.
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- Or had not men been fated to be blind.
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- All praised the sentence, pleased the storm should fall
On one alone, whose fury threatened all.
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- Meantime the rapid heavens rolled down the light,
And on the shaded ocean rushed the night.
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- Thus, when a flood of fire by wind is borne,
Crackling it rolls, and mows the standing corn;
Deluges, descending on the plains,
Sweep o'er the yellow year, destroy the pains
Of labouring oxen, and the peasant's gains;
Unroot the forest oaks, and bear away
Flocks, folds, and trees, an undistinguished prey:
The shepherd climbs the cliff, and sees from far
The wasteful ravage of the watery war.
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- The fatal day, the appointed hour, is come.
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- All parts resound with tumults, plaints, and fears;
And grisly Death in sundry shapes appears.
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- Thus Fortune on our first endeavour smiled.
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- Let fraud supply the want of force in war.
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- But ah! what use of valour can be made,
When Heaven's propitious powers refuse their aid?
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- As for my sepulchre, let Heaven take care.
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- All things were full of horror and affright,
And dreadful even the silence of the night.
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- Aghast, astonished, and struck dumb with fear,
I stood; like bristles rose my stiffened hair.
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- I yield to Fate, unwillingly retire,
And, loaded, up the hill convey my sire.
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- O sacred hunger of pernicious gold!
What bands of faith can impious lucre hold?
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- The mad prophetic Sibyl you shall find,
Dark in a cave, and on a rock reclined.
She sings the fates, and, in her frantic fits,
The notes and names inscribed, to leafs commits.
What she commits to leafs, in order laid,
Before the cavern's entrance are displayed:
Unmoved they lie; but, if a blast of wind
Without, or vapors issue from behind,
The leafs are borne aloft in liquid air,
And she resumes no more her museful care,
Nor gathers from the rocks her scattered verse,
Nor sets in order what the winds disperse.
Thus, many not succeeding, most upbraid
The madness of the visionary maid,
And with loud curses leave the mystic shade.
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- Think it not loss of time a while to stay,
Though thy companions chide thy long delay;
Though summoned to the seas, though pleasing gales
Invite thy course, and stretch thy swelling sails:
But beg the sacred priestess to relate
With willing words, and not to write thy fate.
The fierce Italian people she will show,
And all thy wars, and all thy future woe,
And what thou may'st avoid, and what must undergo.
She shall direct thy course, instruct thy mind,
And teach thee how the happy shores to find.
This is what Heaven allows me to relate:
Now part in peace; pursue thy better fate,
And raise, by strength of arms, the Trojan state.
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- This only solace his hard fortune sends.
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- She fed within her veins a flame unseen.
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- Fear ever argues a degenerate kind.
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- Were I not resolved against the yoke
Of hapless marriage, never to be curst
With second love, so fatal was my first,
To this one error I might yield again.
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- But first let yawning earth a passage rend,
And let me through the dark abyss descend;
First let avenging Jove, with flames from high,
Drive down this body to the nether sky,
Condemned with ghosts in endless night to lie,
Before I break the plighted faith I gave!
No! he who had my vows shall ever have;
For, whom I loved on earth, I worship in the grave.
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- Think you these tears, this pompous train of woe,
Are known or valued by the ghosts below?
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- The fatal dart
Sticks in her side, and rankles in her heart.
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- High praises, endless honours, you have won,
And mighty trophies, with your worthy son!
Two gods a silly woman have undone!
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- Fame, the great ill, from small beginnings grows:
Swift from the first; and every moment brings
New vigor to her flights, new pinions to her wings.
Soon grows the pigmy to gigantic size;
Her feet on earth, her forehead in the skies.
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- This way and that he turns his anxious mind.
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- See whom you fly! am I the foe you shun?
Now, by those holy vows, so late begun,
By this right hand, (since I have nothing more
To challenge, but the faith you gave before)
I beg you by these tears too truly shed,
By the new pleasures of our nuptial bed;
If ever Dido, when you most were kind,
Were pleasing in your eyes, or touched your mind;
By these my prayers, if prayers may yet have place,
Pity the fortunes of a falling race.
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- Nor can my mind forget Eliza's name,
While vital breath inspires this mortal frame.
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- Faithless is earth, and faithless are the skies!
Justice is fled, and Truth is now no more!
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- All-powerful Love! what changes canst thou cause
In human hearts, subjected to thy laws!
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- Sighs, groans, and tears, proclaim his inward pains,
But the firm purpose of his heart remains.
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- Despair, and rage, and love divide her heart;
Despair and rage had some, but love the greater part.
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- Woman's a various and a changeful thing.
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- My fatal course is finished; and I go,
A glorious name, among the ghosts below.
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- "Must I die," she said,
"And unrevenged? 'tis doubly to be dead!
Yet even this death with pleasure I receive:
On any terms, 'tis better than to live."
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- 'Tis fate diverts our course, and fate we must obey.
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- And now the rising day renews the year—
A day for ever sad, for ever dear.
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- The partial crowd their hopes and fears divide,
And aid, with eager shouts, the favoured side.
Cries, murmurs, clamours, with a mixing sound,
From woods to woods, from hills to hills rebound.
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- More various colours through his body run,
Than Iris when her bow imbibes the sun.
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- For they can conquer who believe they can.
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- His blooming beauty, with his tender tears,
Had bribed the judges for the promised prize.
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- Down drops the beast, nor needs a second wound,
But sprawls in pangs of death, and spurns the ground.
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- O goddess-born, resigned in every state,
With patience bear, with prudence push your fate.
By suffering well, our Fortune we subdue;
Fly when she frowns, and, when she calls, pursue.
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- The sport of every wind.
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- Wars, horrid wars, I view—a field of blood,
And Tiber rolling with a purple flood.
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- Some truths revealed, in terms involved the rest.
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- 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.
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- The gates of hell are open night and day;
Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:
But to return, and view the cheerful skies,
In this the task and mighty labor lies.
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- The first thus rent, a second will arise.
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- The willing metal will obey thy hand,
Following with ease, if, favored by thy fate,
Thou art foredoomed to view the Stygian state:
If not, no labor can the tree constrain;
And strength of stubborn arms, and steel, are vain.
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- Far hence be souls profane!
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- Ye realms, yet unrevealed to human sight,
Ye gods who rule the regions of the night,
Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relate
The mystic wonders of your silent state!
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- Obscure they went through dreary shades, that led
Along the waste dominions of the dead:
Thus wander travellers in woods by night,
By the moon's doubtful and malignant light.
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- Just in the gate and in the jaws of hell,
Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell,
And pale Diseases, and repining Age,
Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage;
Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep.
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- Full in the midst of this infernal road,
An Elm displays her dusky arms abroad;
The God of Sleep there hides his heavy head
And empty dreams on every leaf are spread.
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- He looked in years; yet in his years were seen
A youthful vigor and autumnal green.
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- Fate, and the dooming gods, are deaf to tears.
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- These are the realms of unrelenting fate,
And awful Rhadamanthus rules the state:
He hears and judges each committed crime,
Inquires into the manner, place, and time.
The conscious wretch must all his acts reveal,
Loth to confess, unable to conceal,
From the first moment of his vital breath,
To his last hour of unrepenting death.
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- Learn righteousness, and dread the avenging deities.
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- Had I a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues,
And throats of brass, inspired with iron lungs,
I could not half those horrid crimes repeat,
Nor half the punishments those crimes have met.
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- They took their way
Where long extended plains of pleasure lay:
The verdant fields with those of heaven may vie,
With ether vested, and a purple sky;
The blissful seats of happy souls below.
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- Here patriots live, who, for their country's good,
In fighting fields, were prodigal of blood:
Priests of unblemished lives here make abode,
And poets worthy their inspiring god;
And searching wits, of more mechanic parts,
Who graced their age with new-invented arts:
Those who to worth their bounty did extend,
And those who knew that bounty to commend.
The heads of these with holy fillets bound,
And all their temples were with garlands crowned.
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- The souls that throng the flood
Are those to whom, by Fate, are other bodies owed,
In Lethe's lake they long oblivion taste,
Of future life secure, forgetful of the past.
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- Know, first, that heaven, and earth's compacted frame,
And flowing waters, and the starry flame,
And both the radiant lights, one common soul
Inspires and feeds, and animates the whole.
This active mind, infused through all the space,
Unites and mingles with the mighty mass.
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- By length of time
The scurf is worn away of each committed crime;
No speck is left of their habitual stains,
But the pure ether of the soul remains.
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- But, Rome, 'tis thine alone, with awful sway,
To rule mankind, and make the world obey,
Disposing peace and war by thy own majestic way;
To tame the proud, the fettered slave to free:
These are imperial arts, and worthy thee.
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- "Seek not to know," the ghost replied with tears,
"The sorrows of thy sons in future years.
This youth (the blissful vision of a day)
Shall just be shown on earth, and snatched away.
The gods too high had raised the Roman state,
Were but their gifts as permanent as great.
What groans of men shall fill the Martian field!
How fierce a blaze his flaming pile shall yield!
What funeral pomp shall floating Tiber see,
When, rising from his bed, he views the sad solemnity!
No youth shall equal hopes of glory give,
No youth afford so great a cause to grieve;
The Trojan honor, and the Roman boast,
Admired when living, and adored when lost!
Mirror of ancient faith in early youth!
Undaunted worth, inviolable truth!
No foe, unpunished, in the fighting field
Shall dare thee, foot to foot, with sword and shield;
Much less in arms oppose thy matchless force,
When thy sharp spurs shall urge thy foaming horse.
Ah! couldst thou break through fate's severe decree,
A new Marcellus shall arise in thee!"
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- This gift which parents to their children owe,
This unavailing gift, at least, I may bestow!
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- Two gates the silent house of Sleep adorn;
Of polished ivory this, that of transparent horn:
True visions through transparent horn arise;
Through polished ivory pass deluding lies.
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- If Jove and heaven my just desires deny,
Hell shall the power of heaven and Jove supply.
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- Hunting their sport, and plundering was their trade.
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- Ye gods, and mighty Jove, in pity bring
Relief, and hear a father and a king!
If fate and you reserve these eyes, to see
My son return with peace and victory;
If the loved boy shall bless his father's sight;
If we shall meet again with more delight;
Then draw my life in length; let me sustain,
In hopes of his embrace, the worst of pain.
But if your hard decrees—which, O! I dread—
Have doomed to death his undeserving head;
This, O this very moment, let me die!
While hopes and fears in equal balance lie;
While, yet possessed of all his youthful charms,
I strain him close within these aged arms;
Before that fatal news my soul shall wound!
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- Then Nisus thus: "Or do the gods inspire
This warmth, or make we gods of our desire?"
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- "Me! me!" he cried—"turn all your swords alone
On me—the fact confessed, the fault my own.
He neither could nor durst, the guiltless youth—
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth!
His only crime (if friendship can offend)
Is too much love to his unhappy friend."
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- His snowy neck reclines upon his breast,
Like a fair flower by the keen share oppressed:
Like a white poppy sinking on the plain,
Whose heavy head is overcharged with rain.
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- Dying, he slew; and, staggering on the plain,
With swimming eyes he sought his lover slain;
Then quiet on his bleeding bosom fell,
Content, in death, to be revenged so well.
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- O happy friends! for, if my verse can give
Immortal life, your fame shall ever live,
Fixed as the Capitol's foundation lies,
And spread, where'er the Roman eagle flies!
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- And now the trumpets terribly, from far,
With rattling clangor, rouse the sleepy war.
The soldiers' shouts succeed the brazen sounds;
And heaven, from pole to pole, the noise rebounds.
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- [O] less than women, in the shapes of men!
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- Such hopes I had indeed, while Heaven was kind.
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- Fortune befriends the bold.
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- O mortals! blind in fate, who never know
To bear high fortune, or endure the low!
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- Bold at the council board,
But cautious in the field, he shunned the sword.
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- Why thus, unforced, should we so tamely yield,
And, ere the trumpet sounds, resign the field?
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- Caught in the train, which thou thyself hast laid.
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- The proffered medicine but provoked the pain.
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- Who knows what changeful fortune may produce?
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- Rage boiling from the bottom of his breast,
And sorrow, mixed with shame, his soul oppressed;
And conscious worth lay labouring in his thought;
And love by jealousy to madness wrought.
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Postscript to the Reader
- What Virgil wrote in the vigour of his age, in plenty and at ease, I have undertaken to translate in my declining years; struggling with wants, oppressed with sickness, curbed in my genius, liable to be misconstrued in all I write.
- What I have done, imperfect as it is for want of health and leisure to correct it, will be judged in after-ages, and possibly in the present, to be no dishonour to my native country...
- It certainly excelled whatever had appeared in English, and appears to have satisfied [Dryden's] friends, and, for the most part, to have silenced his enemies.
- The most noble and spirited translation I know in any language.
- It is in this art of communicating the ancient poet's ideas with force and energy equal to his own, that Dryden has so completely exceeded all who have gone before, and all who have succeeded him.
- Walter Scott, Memoirs of John Dryden, Vol. II (1826), p. 203