Attend upon him ;-that the only joy

Decreed it is that backward we direct

touched

gale,

From out Pelorus' narrow mansion sent,
Is present with us. I am wafted past
Pantagia's outlets in the living rock,
And Megaran bays, and Thapsus lying
[low].

Such shores roamed over, coasting back again,

[To us] did Achemenides reveal,
The comrade of Ulysses evil-starred.

"Outstretched before Sicania's bay, there
lies

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An isle against Plemmyrium, rife in waves :
Its name the ancients have Ortygia called.
There is a legend, that Alpheus, stream
Of Elis, hither worked mysterious paths
Beneath the sea, who now, O Arethuse,
Is mingled with thy spring in Sic'ly's waves.
Enjoined, the sovereign powers of the spot
We worship; and I thence sail by,-too
rich,-

The soil of stagnating Helorus. Hence
Pachynus' tow'ring cliffs, and jutting rocks
We graze; and, granted never by the fates
To be disturbed, looms Camarine afar, 992
And the Geloan champaigns, Gela, too,
Called by the title of its felon flood.
Thence stately Acragas far off displays
Colossal walls, of high-souled horses erst
The breeder. Thee, too, with accorded
gales

I leave, palm-rife Seline, and skirt the shoals

These woes to me; no, not Celæno dread.
This was my last distress, this was the goal
Of longsome voyages. Departed hence,
A god hath borne me onward to your
coasts."

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Thus sire Æneas,-all on him attent,Alone recounted the decrees of gods, And told his voyages. He hushed at last, And here,-conclusion made, he came

to rest.

Had chased away, when, scarcely in her mind,

She thus her sister, one with her in soul, Accosts: "O Anna, sister [mine], what dreams

Appal me, poised [in doubt]! How strange
The guest, [who] has at our abodes arrived!
Of what a noble bearing in his mien !
Of what a gallant heart and arms! I deem
In sooth, (nor idle the belief,) that he
The offspring is of gods. Degen'rate souls

Line 4. If" multa," v. 3, must be rendered more literally, a dull substitute for "lofty" is easily found.

9. "The morrow next, so soon as Phoebus' lamp
Bewrayed had the world with early light,
And fresh Aurora had the shady damp
Out of the goodly heven amoved quight."
Spenser, Faerie Queene, iii. 10, 1.

been tossed!

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What battles, carried to their close, he sang!

If rested not within my mind [resolve],
Firm and unshaken, not to wish to yoke
Myself to any in the marriage-bond,
Since my first love betrayed me, duped by
death;

Had there been no disgust at bed and torch, To this one weakness I could haply stoop. O Anna, (for I will avow [the truth,]) Since the decease of my unhappy spouse, Sychæus, and that household gods with blood, 30 [Spilt] by a brother, were besprent, this

man

Alone hath warped my feelings, and hath forced

A falt'ring soul: I recognise the tracks
Of former passion. But I would to heaven,
That either deepest earth for me would first
Gape open, or that the almighty sire
Would hurl me with his leven to the shades,
The ghastly shades of Erebus, and night

And beautie on his face; that eye was Juno's;
Those lips were his that wonne the golden ball;
That virgin-blush, Diana's: here they meete,
As in a sacred synod."

Marston, Insatiate Countesse, i. "Feare is my vassall; when I frowne he flyes: A hundred times in life a coward dies." Ib., iv. 20. "She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them." Shakespeare, Othello, i. 3. "Were she the abstract of her sex for form, The only warehouse of perfection;

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Were there no rose nor lily but her cheek,

No music but her tongue, virtue but her's,

She must not rest near me. My vow is graven

Here in my heart, irrevocably breathed;
And when I break it-"

Beaumont and Fletcher, The Knight of Malta,

V. 2.

37.

"You greater powers, guard me from violence, And from a wilful fall I'll keep myself: High Jupiter, the venger of foul sin, With angry thunder strike me to the deepest, And darkest shades of hell, when I consent To soil my unstained faith."

Beaumont and Fletcher, The Faithful Friends, ii. 2.

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That ash or buried Manes reck of this,
Dost thou imagine? Be it, hitherto,
While sick at heart, no lovers thee have
swayed,

No, not in Libya, not erenow at Tyre ;-
Iarbas scorned, and other chieftains, whom
The Afric land, in triumphs rich, supports:
Wilt thou e'en fight against a welcome love?
Nor to thy mind occurs it, on whose fields
Thou'st settled? This side, the Gætulian
towns,

A horde that cannot be o'ercome in war, Unreined Numidians, too, encircle thee, And the inhospitable Syrt; on that, 60 A country waste with drought, and far and wide

Barcæans raging. Wherefore name the wars

39. ""Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall."

Shakespeare, Measure for Measure, ii. 1. "She that has no temptation set before her, Her virtue has no conquest: then would her constancy

Shine in the brightest goodness of her glory,
If she would give admittance, see and be seen,
And yet resist and conquer: there were argument
For angels."

Middleton, More Dissemblers besides Women,

i. 2.

"Whiteness of name, thou must be mine."

J. Fletcher, The Elder Brother, iv. 3. 45. So Gray's Bard passionately expresses his

affection for his murdered comrades:
"Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,
Ye died amidst your dying country's cries."
Shakespeare varies the image. Brutus says to
Portia :

"You are my true and honourable wife;

As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart."

Julius Cæsar, ii. 1. 47. "I am but the shadow of myself without thee." Shirley, The Politician, ii. 1. "Life without love is load; and time stands still: What we refuse to him, to death we give ; And then, then only, when we love, we live." Congreve, The Mourning Bride, ii. end.

That spring from Tyrus, and a brother's threats?

In sooth I deem that, with the deities Their guardians, Juno in their favor, too, This course have Ilium's galleys by the breeze

Held [hither]. What a city, sister, thou Shalt this behold! what kingdoms to arise From such a union! With the Trojans'

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Shall Carthaginian glory rear her [head]!
Do thou but crave indulgence from the gods,
And,-off'rings of propitiation made,—
Free scope to hospitality accord,
And pleas for his detention net around,
While sorely on the ocean winter storms,
And water-rife Orion, and his ships
Are shattered; while not practicable heaven."
By these her words she kindled up a soul
With passion fired, and to a wav'ring mind
Imparted hope, and disengaged reserve. 81

They in the first place to the shrines re-
pair,

And grace throughout the altars crave; they slay,

According to the custom chosen, ewes
Of two years old to law-enacting Ceres,
And Phoebus, and to the Lyæan sire;
'Bove all to Juno, whose concern are ties
Of marriage. Fairest Dido, e'en herself,
A saucer holding in her right hand, pours
Full in the centre of a heifer's horns, 90
Gloss-white; or, 'fore the features of the
gods,

She paces by the altars rich, and day Renews with gifts, and, poring with her lips apart,

Within the opened bosoms of the beasts, Their throbbing entrails she consults. Alas!

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63. The strict meaning of germani, v. 44, can scarcely be intended here. "I am lost, Utterly lost! My faith is gone for ever! My fame, my praise, my liberty, my peace, Changed for a restless passion! O hard spite, To lose my seven years' victory at one sight!" Middleton, More Dissemblers besides Women, i. 3. "O that I

Have reason to discern the better way,
And yet pursue the worse!"

Massinger, The Unnatural Combat, iv. 1.

It had been better advice for Anna to have said: "Therefore I charge you,

As

you have pity, stop those tender ears From his enchanting voice; close up those eyes, That you may never catch a dart from him, Nor he from you."

Beaumont and Fletcher, A King and no King, ii. 1.

The soothsayers' unknowing minds! What boot

Her vows the raver? What the shrines ? Meanwhile

Upon her marrow preys the gentle flame, And silent lives the wound beneath her breast.

Unhappy Dido is consumed, and roams 100 Through the whole city, frantic like a hind,

By arrow pierced, which, heedless, hath afar

Among the woods of Crete a shepherd shot, While hunting her with weapons, and hath left

The wingy steel, unconscious; she in flight
The forests and the lawns of Dicte scours :
The deadly shaft is clinging to her flank.
Æneas now she brings with her throughout
The central buildings, and Sidonian wealth
Exhibits, and a city to his hand;
Begins to utter, and amid the word

ΠΟ

That walks here up and down an empty shadow;
One that for some few hours
But wanders here, carrying her own sad coffin,
Seeking some desert place to lodge her griefs in."
J. Fletcher, The Sea Voyage, iv. 2.
"Looke as a well-growne stately headed bucke,
But lately by the woodman's arrow strucke,
Runs gadding o'er the lawnes, or nimbly strayes
Among the combrous brakes a thousand wayes;
Now through the high wood scowrs, then by the
brooks,

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On every hill side, and each vale he lookes,
If 'mongst their store of simples may be found
An hearbe to draw and heale his smarting wound."
Browne, Brit. Past., ii. 4.

This simile may call to the reader's mind the pathetic description of the wounded stag in As You Like It, ii. 1:

"To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,

Did steal behind him, as he lay along

Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
To the which place a poor sequestered stag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans,
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears."

Whom soon as the beloved spouse of
Jove

That with a panting silence does lament
The fate she cannot fly from."

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Massinger, The Unnatural Combat, v. 1.

114, 15. "But all the while that he these speeches spent,

Upon his lips hong faire Dame Hellenore
With vigilant regard and dew attent,
Fashioning worldes of fancies evermore
In her fraile witt, that now her quite forlore:
The whiles unwares away her wondring eye
And greedy eares her weake hart from her bore."
Spenser, Faerie Queene, iii. 9, 51
"Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
Of hair-breadth scapes i' th' imminent deadly
breach;

Of being taken by the insolent foe,

And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
And portance in my travels' history;-
Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose head
touch'd heaven.

Of stately Carthage. But what limit shall there be?

Or to what end now struggles so severe ? Why do we not the rather endless peace And covenanted nuptial rites promote? Thou hast what thou hast sought with all thy soul:

The loving Dido burns, and hath imbibed The frenzy through her bones. Then, let us rule

This nation jointly, and with equal sway;
Be it allowed her, to a Phrygian spouse
To be a slave, and, as a dowry given, 150
The Tyrians to resign to thy right hand.”

To her (for she perceived that she had spoken

With feigned intent, in order that the realm Of Italy she might to Libyan coasts Divert,) thus Venus in reply began: "Who madly would such [terms as these] decline?

Or liefer would with thee engage in war? If only fortune may attend the scheme, Which thou announcest. But by fates am I Borne onward, doubtful whether Jove may will 160

That one should be the city for the men
Of Tyre, and for the refugees from Troy;
Or would approve the nations being blent,
Or leagues cemented. Thou his consort

In few, -attend! -I thee will teach. Æneas,

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And with him, Dido thrice-unblest, prepare To go a hunting to the wood, what time To-morrow's Titan shall have brought to light

His infant dawn, and with his beams unveiled

The globe. On these will I a black'ning shower

With blended hail, while flutter plumes, and glades

They girdle with th' inclosure, from above Outpour, and with my thunder will I wake All heav'n. On every side the retinue Shall fly amain, and in the gloom of night Shall they be mantled. At the self-same grot 181

Shall Dido and the Trojan prince arrive. There I shall be, and, if I have thy sure assent,

Here

In lasting marriage will I her unite,
And consecrate her his for ever.
Shall Hymenæus be." Opposing not
Her suitress, Cytherea acquiesced,
And at the crafts that were devised she
smiled.

Meanwhile Aurora rising Ocean left. Forth issues from the gates at beam of day, Uprisen, chosen youth; nets wide of mesh, Toils, hunting lances with a breadth of steel, And Massylæan horsemen sally forth, 193 And keenly-scented force of hounds. The

queen,

Delaying in her chamber, at the gates
The princes of the Tyrians wait, and, badged
With purple and with gold, her palfrey
stands,

188. "The gods assist just hearts; and states, that

trust

Plots before Providence, are lost like dust.” Marston, Sophonisba, ii. 1. "A woman's tongue, I see, some time or other, Will prove her traitor."

Ford, The Fancies, iv. 1.

194. Prior seems to have had this passage in his view while describing Abra in Solomon, b. ii. :

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'Thy King, Jerusalem! descends to wait
Till Abra comes. She comes; a milk-white steed,
Mixture of Persia's and Arabia's breed,
Sustains the nymph: her garments flying loose,
(As the Sydonian maids or Thracian use)
And half her knee and half her breast appear,
By art, like negligence, disclosed, and bare:
Her left hand guides the hunting courser's flight,
A silver bow she carries in her right,
And from the golden quiver at her side
Rustles the ebon arrow's feather'd pride;
Sapphires and diamonds on her front display
An artificial moon's increasing ray.
Diana, huntress, mistress of the groves,

The favourite Abra speaks, and looks, and moves."