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B31380 An essay upon two of Virgil's Eclogues and two books of his Æneis (if this be not enough) towards the translation of the whole / by James Harrington. Virgil.; Harrington, James, 1611-1677. 1658 (1658) Wing V627 27,431 64

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drops into mine eyes That fills them with celestial light and flyes Now Neptune where the dust and smoak arose Beheld I with his Trident dealing blows The spreading walls which he had ●oyst before He furles and makes their lofty turrets lore Waving a sword unto her Grecians sat Remorsless Juno on the Scaean gate Upon the castle with her Gorgon stood Bellona brewing in a cloud of blood Nay Jove himself so us'd to carry even In Grecian arms array'd the hoast of heaven Troy like a pine that was the mountain's pride By husbandmen beset on every side Whose axes lay their sighing blows upon Her stable root now trembles and anon Slowly begins to bow then with a groan Astonishing the sounding woods comes down The gods must be obey'd farewell my Joy Eternally farewel Neptunian Troy Now swerves the Palace our supporters bend The roof that follows lands me I descend In ruine that before my flying feet Chases the conqueror and clears the street Unto the place once call'd our home I steer Resolv'd my father thence with speed to bear But good old man he utterly denies To lay his bones but where his Ilium lies You that have blood to fill and warm your veins Have means to flie and somewhat for your pains Says he but I should find some other way Heav'n in these ruines laughs at my delay Alas what should he fly that seeks his end Help is at hand a foe will be a friend All that of this cold earth can live is you My dear resources leave a corse adieu My wife Creus ' Ascanius and I Bathing with tears his feet at which we lie Beseech him as he wishes such resource Not to obstruct it in the proper course Nor think the loss already had so small As thus to argue till he lose us all Still he persists Why then our flight her sears Hath mew'd for farewel hopes and farewel fears And should a father think while he hath none There can remain an hope unto his son My arms my arms the life I purchas'd at Some price let me go sell at any rate Or Pyrrhus call to murder with a grace Another son before his fathers face Ah mother Venus thou hast stood indeed My friend but has it been a friend at need If I be but preserv'd to see my father Creus ' Ascanius mix life blood together My arms my arms it is the last day calls The Victor to the Captives funerals Who shall be entertain'd As with such words I flung away Creusa's arms were cords Who on her knees imbrac'd my feet and spread Ascanius in the step I was to tread If death says she be good and of despair You seek that cure refuse us not our share If ill forsake us not at such a need Since he that flies to arms hath hope to speed As thus she argues with a tide of tears Behold a suddain prodigy appears Ascaniuses curles have caught a fire That on his tufted crown erects a spire Kisses his temples where it feeding shines And softly with his unsing'd tresses twines Creus ' and I implore the liquid aid Of springs and with their gift the flame invade But old Anchises with his hands to heaven Exalted at the sign the gods have given Invokes the confirmation of their love With zealous prayers addrest to father Jove It thunder'd and a falling star that drew A silver streak out of her rav'led clew To tack her thread upon the house begun And thence unto the woods of Ida spun Anchises is convinc'd now no delay Since his adored goddess chalks the way My honour'd father come you are no weight Who bears his health is lighten'd by his freight Sit on my neck thy hand Ascanius And dear Creus ' be sure you follow close For you the servants at the Cypress tree Upon the solitude of Ceres be The rendevouz Our gods my father bears I him thus fraught with all my hopes and fears I go Ascanius grasps my hand and traces His fathers steps though with unequal paces Creusa follows Was I us'd to start Now not a leaf that stirs but chils my heart The horror of the night the vast and wild Fields which we pass affright me like a child When well advanc'd upon our way we meet A suddain clash of fire and sound of feet At this Anchises cry'd Aeneas fly And so I did as fast as I could hy Thus chas'd I know not by what envious power Dearest Creus ' I saw not from that hour Nor did I know or think how poor a man I was till we arriv'd at Ceres fane Where all are safe but when we find the cost While she alone is wanting all are lost Whether she staid or fainted by the way Or frighted by the spirits went astray Ye heav'ns it was a great severity The sack of Troy was not so much to me Unto a trusty covert I commend My treasure in my young and ancient friend With such as met us at the Cypress tree Resolv'd the sable field again to see And try if I have courage now to greet The powers with lightning eyes and thundring feet The darkness seem'd a vault the night a tomb I call'd Creusa O Creusa come Horror condenses and in tears distils The eccho's shreek upon the waking hills Creusa O Creusa hear O hear Thou knowest my woes and if thy soul yet wear The tenderness of humane flesh shouldst aid Or ah Creusa if thou beest a shade Can blessed spirits wound as thou hast done And are they void of all compassion At such complaints to my affrighted eyes Her taller ghost appears and thus replies My Lord asswage the passion that trains This fond indulgence unto fruitless pains Thus heav'n will have it unpropitious Jove Forbids Creusa to enjoy her love Where Lydian Tyber flows the gods prepare Him fortunes better then admit her share A scepter and a crowned bride My dear Love my Ascanius and spare that tear I do not in low servitude disgrace The son of Venus nor the Dardan race Nor Myrmidon nor Dolop me constrains To wait upon his wife or wear his chains Who by the Corybants presented dwell With great Cybele Dearest Lord farewel I call'd I cry'd endeavour'd to have staid With my deluded arms the flitting shade That cruelly regardless of my moans Leaves me embracing air and thawing stones The night was wasted I return and find Our company increas'd in every kind A miserable multitude implore Me but to set 'em upon any shore The morning from mount Ida blusht to show Our gates not to be rescu'd from the foe When with my father and my helpless flocks I fled unto the refuge of the rocks FINIS Inconstancy HE who at first a womans mind Compar'd to the inconstant wind Did it in gratitude not spleen For had this ever constant been We that in wealth to pomp abound Had scarce for needful uses found It is his vary'd dance that leads Us to the eastern spicy meads And back again our course declines To dig in the rich western mines Where should it stand still to one coast The trafick of the world were lost On Florella's coming to be a maid of honour WHen in Florella first I view'd The charms which more then I have ru'd She past here time in speckled bowers And dwelt among the Countrey flowers My wonder lending fame a wing This beauty to the Court to bring The virgin streight began to wear An heart as hard as she was fair So Divers from the deep invite The hidden coral to the light When at the touch of air alone The tender plant turns precious stone FINIS