The Aeneid Part 27

An ancient augur, skill'd in future fate, With these foreboding words restrains their hate: 'Ye brave in arms, ye Lydian blood, the flow'r Of Tuscan youth, and choice of all their pow'r, Whom just revenge against Mezentius arms, To seek your tyrant's death by lawful arms; Know this: no native of our land may lead This pow'rful people; seek a foreign head.'

Aw'd with these words, in camps they still abide, And wait with longing looks their promis'd guide.

Tarchon, the Tuscan chief, to me has sent Their crown, and ev'ry regal ornament: The people join their own with his desire; And all my conduct, as their king, require.

But the chill blood that creeps within my veins, And age, and listless limbs unfit for pains, And a soul conscious of its own decay, Have forc'd me to refuse imperial sway.

My Pallas were more fit to mount the throne, And should, but he's a Sabine mother's son, And half a native; but, in you, combine A manly vigor, and a foreign line.

Where Fate and smiling Fortune shew the way, Pursue the ready path to sov'reign sway.

The staff of my declining days, my son, Shall make your good or ill success his own; In fighting fields from you shall learn to dare, And serve the hard apprenticeship of war; Your matchless courage and your conduct view, And early shall begin t' admire and copy you.

Besides, two hundred horse he shall command; Tho' few, a warlike and well-chosen band.

These in my name are listed; and my son As many more has added in his own."

Scarce had he said; Achates and his guest, With downcast eyes, their silent grief express'd; Who, short of succors, and in deep despair, Shook at the dismal prospect of the war.

But his bright mother, from a breaking cloud, To cheer her issue, thunder'd thrice aloud; Thrice forky lightning flash'd along the sky, And Tyrrhene trumpets thrice were heard on high.

Then, gazing up, repeated peals they hear; And, in a heav'n serene, refulgent arms appear: Redd'ning the skies, and glitt'ring all around, The temper'd metals clash, and yield a silver sound.

The rest stood trembling, struck with awe divine; Aeneas only, conscious to the sign, Presag'd th' event, and joyful view'd, above, Th' accomplish'd promise of the Queen of Love.

Then, to th' Arcadian king: "This prodigy (Dismiss your fear) belongs alone to me.

Heav'n calls me to the war: th' expected sign Is giv'n of promis'd aid, and arms divine.

My G.o.ddess mother, whose indulgent care Foresaw the dangers of the growing war, This omen gave, when bright Vulcanian arms, Fated from force of steel by Stygian charms, Suspended, shone on high: she then foreshow'd Approaching fights, and fields to float in blood.

Turnus shall dearly pay for faith forsworn; And corps, and swords, and shields, on Tiber borne, Shall choke his flood: now sound the loud alarms; And, Latian troops, prepare your perjur'd arms."

He said, and, rising from his homely throne, The solemn rites of Hercules begun, And on his altars wak'd the sleeping fires; Then cheerful to his household G.o.ds retires; There offers chosen sheep. Th' Arcadian king And Trojan youth the same oblations bring.

Next, of his men and ships he makes review; Draws out the best and ablest of the crew.

Down with the falling stream the refuse run, To raise with joyful news his drooping son.

Steeds are prepar'd to mount the Trojan band, Who wait their leader to the Tyrrhene land.

A sprightly courser, fairer than the rest, The king himself presents his royal guest: A lion's hide his back and limbs infold, Precious with studded work, and paws of gold.

Fame thro' the little city spreads aloud Th' intended march, amid the fearful crowd: The matrons beat their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, dissolve in tears, And double their devotion in their fears.

The war at hand appears with more affright, And rises ev'ry moment to the sight.

Then old Evander, with a close embrace, Strain'd his departing friend; and tears o'erflow his face.

"Would Heav'n," said he, "my strength and youth recall, Such as I was beneath Praeneste's wall; Then when I made the foremost foes retire, And set whole heaps of conquer'd shields on fire; When Herilus in single fight I slew, Whom with three lives Feronia did endue; And thrice I sent him to the Stygian sh.o.r.e, Till the last ebbing soul return'd no more- Such if I stood renew'd, not these alarms, Nor death, should rend me from my Pallas' arms; Nor proud Mezentius, thus unpunish'd, boast His rapes and murthers on the Tuscan coast.

Ye G.o.ds, 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 lov'd 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 doom'd to death his undeserving head; This, O this very moment, let me die!

While hopes and fears in equal balance lie; While, yet possess'd of all his youthful charms, I strain him close within these aged arms; Before that fatal news my soul shall wound!"

He said, and, swooning, sunk upon the ground.

His servants bore him off, and softly laid His languish'd limbs upon his homely bed.

The hors.e.m.e.n march; the gates are open'd wide; Aeneas at their head, Achates by his side.

Next these, the Trojan leaders rode along; Last follows in the rear th' Arcadian throng.

Young Pallas shone conspicuous o'er the rest; Gilded his arms, embroider'd was his vest.

So, from the seas, exerts his radiant head The star by whom the lights of heav'n are led; Shakes from his rosy locks the pearly dews, Dispels the darkness, and the day renews.

The trembling wives the walls and turrets crowd, And follow, with their eyes, the dusty cloud, Which winds disperse by fits, and shew from far The blaze of arms, and shields, and shining war.

The troops, drawn up in beautiful array, O'er heathy plains pursue the ready way.

Repeated peals of shouts are heard around; The neighing coursers answer to the sound, And shake with h.o.r.n.y hoofs the solid ground.

A greenwood shade, for long religion known, Stands by the streams that wash the Tuscan town, Incompa.s.s'd round with gloomy hills above, Which add a holy horror to the grove.

The first inhabitants of Grecian blood, That sacred forest to Silva.n.u.s vow'd, The guardian of their flocks and fields; and pay Their due devotions on his annual day.

Not far from hence, along the river's side, In tents secure, the Tuscan troops abide, By Tarchon led. Now, from a rising ground, Aeneas cast his wond'ring eyes around, And all the Tyrrhene army had in sight, Stretch'd on the s.p.a.cious plain from left to right.

Thether his warlike train the Trojan led, Refresh'd his men, and wearied horses fed.

Meantime the mother G.o.ddess, crown'd with charms, Breaks thro' the clouds, and brings the fated arms.

Within a winding vale she finds her son, On the cool river's banks, retir'd alone.

She shews her heav'nly form without disguise, And gives herself to his desiring eyes.

"Behold," she said, "perform'd in ev'ry part, My promise made, and Vulcan's labor'd art.

Now seek, secure, the Latian enemy, And haughty Turnus to the field defy."

She said; and, having first her son embrac'd, The radiant arms beneath an oak she plac'd, Proud of the gift, he roll'd his greedy sight Around the work, and gaz'd with vast delight.

He lifts, he turns, he poises, and admires The crested helm, that vomits radiant fires: His hands the fatal sword and corslet hold, One keen with temper'd steel, one stiff with gold: Both ample, flaming both, and beamy bright; So shines a cloud, when edg'd with adverse light.

He shakes the pointed spear, and longs to try The plated cuishes on his manly thigh; But most admires the shield's mysterious mold, And Roman triumphs rising on the gold: For these, emboss'd, the heav'nly smith had wrought (Not in the rolls of future fate untaught) The wars in order, and the race divine Of warriors issuing from the Julian line.

The cave of Mars was dress'd with mossy greens: There, by the wolf, were laid the martial twins.

Intrepid on her swelling dugs they hung; The foster dam loll'd out her fawning tongue: They suck'd secure, while, bending back her head, She lick'd their tender limbs, and form'd them as they fed.

Not far from thence new Rome appears, with games Projected for the rape of Sabine dames.

The pit resounds with shrieks; a war succeeds, For breach of public faith, and unexampled deeds.

Here for revenge the Sabine troops contend; The Romans there with arms the prey defend.

Wearied with tedious war, at length they cease; And both the kings and kingdoms plight the peace.

The friendly chiefs before Jove's altar stand, Both arm'd, with each a charger in his hand: A fatted sow for sacrifice is led, With imprecations on the perjur'd head.

Near this, the traitor Metius, stretch'd between Four fiery steeds, is dragg'd along the green, By Tullus' doom: the brambles drink his blood, And his torn limbs are left the vulture's food.

There, Porsena to Rome proud Tarquin brings, And would by force restore the banish'd kings.

One tyrant for his fellow-tyrant fights; The Roman youth a.s.sert their native rights.

Before the town the Tuscan army lies, To win by famine, or by fraud surprise.

Their king, half-threat'ning, half-disdaining stood, While Cocles broke the bridge, and stemm'd the flood.

The captive maids there tempt the raging tide, Scap'd from their chains, with Cloelia for their guide.

High on a rock heroic Manlius stood, To guard the temple, and the temple's G.o.d.

Then Rome was poor; and there you might behold The palace thatch'd with straw, now roof'd with gold.

The silver goose before the shining gate There flew, and, by her cackle, sav'd the state.

She told the Gauls' approach; th' approaching Gauls, Obscure in night, ascend, and seize the walls.

The gold dissembled well their yellow hair, And golden chains on their white necks they wear.

Gold are their vests; long Alpine spears they wield, And their left arm sustains a length of shield.

Hard by, the leaping Salian priests advance; And naked thro' the streets the mad Luperci dance, In caps of wool; the targets dropp'd from heav'n.

Here modest matrons, in soft litters driv'n, To pay their vows in solemn pomp appear, And odorous gums in their chaste hands they bear.

Far hence remov'd, the Stygian seats are seen; Pains of the d.a.m.n'd, and punish'd Catiline Hung on a rock- the traitor; and, around, The Furies hissing from the nether ground.

Apart from these, the happy souls he draws, And Cato's holy ghost dispensing laws.

Betwixt the quarters flows a golden sea; But foaming surges there in silver play.

The dancing dolphins with their tails divide The glitt'ring waves, and cut the precious tide.

Amid the main, two mighty fleets engage Their brazen beaks, oppos'd with equal rage.

Actium surveys the well-disputed prize; Leucate's wat'ry plain with foamy billows fries.

Young Caesar, on the stern, in armor bright, Here leads the Romans and their G.o.ds to fight: His beamy temples shoot their flames afar, And o'er his head is hung the Julian star.

Agrippa seconds him, with prosp'rous gales, And, with propitious G.o.ds, his foes a.s.sails: A naval crown, that binds his manly brows, The happy fortune of the fight foreshows.

Rang'd on the line oppos'd, Antonius brings Barbarian aids, and troops of Eastern kings; Th' Arabians near, and Bactrians from afar, Of tongues discordant, and a mingled war: And, rich in gaudy robes, amidst the strife, His ill fate follows him- th' Egyptian wife.

Moving they fight; with oars and forky prows The froth is gather'd, and the water glows.

It seems, as if the Cyclades again Were rooted up, and justled in the main; Or floating mountains floating mountains meet; Such is the fierce encounter of the fleet.

Fireb.a.l.l.s are thrown, and pointed jav'lins fly; The fields of Neptune take a purple dye.

The queen herself, amidst the loud alarms, With cymbals toss'd her fainting soldiers warms- Fool as she was! who had not yet divin'd Her cruel fate, nor saw the snakes behind.

Her country G.o.ds, the monsters of the sky, Great Neptune, Pallas, and Love's Queen defy: The dog Anubis barks, but barks in vain, Nor longer dares oppose th' ethereal train.

Mars in the middle of the shining shield Is grav'd, and strides along the liquid field.

The Dirae souse from heav'n with swift descent; And Discord, dyed in blood, with garments rent, Divides the prease: her steps Bellona treads, And shakes her iron rod above their heads.

This seen, Apollo, from his Actian height, Pours down his arrows; at whose winged flight The trembling Indians and Egyptians yield, And soft Sabaeans quit the wat'ry field.

The fatal mistress hoists her silken sails, And, shrinking from the fight, invokes the gales.

Aghast she looks, and heaves her breast for breath, Panting, and pale with fear of future death.

The G.o.d had figur'd her as driv'n along By winds and waves, and scudding thro' the throng.

Just opposite, sad Nilus opens wide His arms and ample bosom to the tide, And spreads his mantle o'er the winding coast, In which he wraps his queen, and hides the flying host.