« PredošláPokračovať »
Displeased, and fearing for his wat'ry reign,
190 Unauthorised by my supreme command ? To raise such mountains on the troubled main ? Whom I—but first 'tis fit the billows to restrain : And then you shall be taught obedience to my reign. Hence! to your lord my royal mandate bear- 195 The realms of ocean and the fields of air Are mine, not his. By fatal lot to me The liquid empire fell, and trident of the sea. His pow'r to hollow caverns is confined : There let him reign, the jailor of the wind, 200 With hoarse commands his breathing subjects call, And boast and bluster in his empty hall.' He spoke-and, while he spoke, he smooth'd the sea, Dispell’d the darkness, and restored the day. Cymothoë, Triton, and the sea-green train
205 Of beauteous nymphs, the daughters of the main, Clear from the rocks the vessels with their hands : The god himself with ready trident stands, And opes the deep, and spreads the moving sands ; Then heaves them off the shoals.—Where'er he guides His finny coursers, and in triumph rides,
211 The waves unruffle, and the sea subsides.
As, when in tumults rise th' ignoble crowd,
Within a long recess there lies a bay:
2:30 Broke by the jutting land, on either side, In double streams the briny waters glide, Betwixt two rows of rocks : a sylvan scene Appears above, and groves for ever green: A grot is form’d beneath, with mossy seats, 235 To rest the Nereids, and exclude the heats. Down through the crannies of the living walls The crystal streams descend in murm’ring falls. No halsers need to bind the vessels here, Nor bearded anchors; for no storms they fear. 210 Sev’n ships within this happy harbor meet, The thin remainders of the scatter'd fleet. The Trojans, worn with toils, and spent with woes, Leap on the welcome land, and seek their wish'd re
pose. First, good Achates, with repeated strokes
245 Of clashing flints, their hidden fire provokes :
Short flame succeeds: a bed of wither'd leaves
265 He laid along, and then the vulgar pierced ; Nor ceased his arrows, till the shady plain Sev'n mighty bodies with their blood distain. For the sev’n ships he made an equal share, And to the port return'd triumphant from the war. 270 The jars of gen'rous wine (Acestes' gift, When his Trinacrian shores the navy left) He set abroach, and for the feast prepared, In equal portions with the ven’son shared. Thus, while he dealt it round, the pious chief
275 With cheerful words allay'd the common grief: • Endure, and conquer ! Jove will soon dispose, To future good, our past and present woes. With me, the rocks of Scylla you have tried; Th' inhuman Cyclops, and his den defied.
What greater ills hereafter can you bear?
with wine. Their hunger thus appeased, their care attends 300 The doubtful fortune of their absent friends : Alternate hopes and fears their minds possess, Whether to deem them dead, or in distress. Above the rest, Æneas mourns the fate Of brave Orontes, and th' uncertain state
305 Of Gyas, Lycus, and of Amycus.The day, but not their sorrows, ended thus; When, from aloft, almighty Jove surveys Earth, air, and shores, and navigable seas : At length on Libyan realms he fix'd his eyes 310 Whom, pond'ring thus on human miseries, When Venus saw, she with a lowly look, Not free from tears, her heav'nly sire bespoke :
O king of gods and men ! whose awful hand Disperses thunder on the seas and land;
340 Entitled to your heav'n and rites divine, Are banish'd earth, and for the wrath of one, Removed from Latium, and the promised throne. Are these our sceptres? these our due rewards? And is it thus that Jove bis plighted faith regards ? 345
To whom the father of th' immortal race, Smiling with that serene indulgent face,