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The works of Virgil containing his Pastorals, Georgics and Aeneis : adorn'd with a hundred sculptures / translated into English verse by Mr. Dryden.
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Virgil.; Virgil. Bucolica.; Virgil. Georgica.; Virgil. Aeneis.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
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Race O long expected to my dear Embrace Once more 't is giv'n me to behold your Face The Love and Pious Duty which you pay Have pass'd the Perils of so hard a way 'T is true computing times I now believ'd The happy Day approach'd nor are my Hope 's deceiv'd What length of Lands what Oceans have you pass'd What Storms sustain'd and on what Shores been cast How have I fear'd your Fate But fear'd it most When Love assail'd you on the Lybian Coast To this the Filial Duty thus replies Your sacred Ghost before my sleeping Eyes Appear'd and often urg'd this painful Enterprise After long tossing on the Tyrrhene Sea My Navy rides at Anchor in the Bay But reach your Hand oh Parent Shade nor shun The dear Embraces of your longing Son He said and falling Tears his Face bedew Then thrice around his Neck his Arms he threw And thrice the flitting Shadow slip'd away Like Winds or empty Dreams that fly the Day Now in a secret Vale the Trojan sees A sep'rate Grove thro' which a gentle Breeze Plays with a passing Breath and whispers thro' the Trees And just before the Confines of the Wood The gliding Lethe leads her silent Flood About the Boughs an Airy Nation flew Thick as the humming Bees that hunt the Golden Dew In Summer's heat on tops of Lillies feed And creep within their Bells to suck the balmy Seed The winged Army roams the Fields around The Rivers and the Rocks remurmur to the sound Aeneas wond'ring stood Then ask'd the Cause Which to the Stream the Crowding People draws Then thus the Sire The Souls that throng the Flood Are those to Whom by Fate are other Bodies ow'd In Lethe's Lake they long Oblivion tast Of future Life secure forgetful of the Past Long has my Soul desir'd this time and place To set before your sight your glorious Race That this presaging Joy may fire your Mind To seek the Shores by Destiny design'd O Father can it be that Souls sublime Return to visit our Terrestrial Clime And that the Gen'rous Mind releas'd by Death Can Covet lazy Limbs and Mortal Breath Anchises then in order thus begun To clear those Wonders to his Godlike Son Know first that Heav'n 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 infus'd through all the Space Unites and mingles with the mighty Mass Hence Men and Beasts the Breath of Life obtain And Birds of Air and Monsters of the Main Th' Etherial Vigour is in all the same And every Soul is fill'd with equal Flame As much as Earthy Limbs and gross allay Of Mortal Members subject to decay Blunt not the Beams of Heav'n and edge of Day From this course Mixture of Terrestial parts Desire and Fear by turns possess their Hearts And Grief and Joy Nor can the groveling Mind In the dark Dungeon of the Limbs confin'd Assert the Native Skies or own its heav'nly Kind Nor Death it self can wholly wash their Stains But long contracted Filth ev'n in the Soul remains The Reliques of inveterate Vice they wear And Spots of Sin obscene in ev'ry Face appear For this are various Penances enjoyn'd And some are hung to bleach upon the Wind Some plung'd in Waters others purg'd in Fires Till all the Dregs are drain'd and all the Rust expires All have their Manes and those Manes bear The few so cleans'd to these Abodes repair And breath in ample Fields the soft Elysian Air. Then are they happy when by length of time The Scurf is worn away of each committed Crime No Speck is left of their habitual Stains But the pure Aether of the Soul remains But when a Thousand rowling Years are past So long their Punishments and Penance last Whole Droves of Minds are by the driving God Compell'd to drink the deep Lethaean Flood In large forgetful draughts to steep the Cares Of their past Labours and their Irksom Years That unrememb'ring of its former Pain The Soul may suffer mortal Flesh again Thus having said the Father Spirit leads The Priestess and his Son through Swarms of Shades And takes a rising Ground from thence to see The long Procession of his Progeny Survey pursu'd the Sire this airy Throng As offer'd to thy view they pass along These are th' Italian Names which Fate will join With ours and graff upon the Trojan Line Observe the Youth who first appears in sight And holds the nearest Station to the Light Already seems to snuff the vital Air And leans just forward on a shining Spear Silvius is he thy last begotten Race But first in order sent to fill thy place An Alban Name but mix'd with Dardan Blood Born in the Covert of a shady Wood Him fair Lavinia thy surviving Wife Shall breed in Groves to lead a solitary Life In Alba he shall fix his Royal Seat And born a King a Race of Kings beget Then Procas Honour of the Trojan Name Capys and Numitor of endless Fame A second Silvius after these appears Silvius Aeneas for thy Name he bears For Arms and Justice equally renown'd Who late restor'd in Alba shall be crown'd How great they look how vig'rously they wield Their weighty Lances and sustain the Shield But they who crown'd with Oaken Wreaths appear Shall Gabian Walls and strong Fidena rear Nomentum Bola with Pometia found And raise Colatian Tow'rs on Rocky Ground All these shall then be Towns of mighty Fame Tho' now they lye obscure and Lands without a Name See Romulus the great born to restore The Crown that once his injur'd Grandsire wore This Prince a Priestess of our Blood shall bear And like his Sire in Arms he shall appear Two rising Crests his Royal Head adorn Born from a God himself to Godhead born His Sire already signs him for the Skies And marks his Seat amidst the Deities Auspicious Chief thy Race in times to come Shall spread the Conquests of Imperial Rome Rome whose ascending Tow'rs shall Heav'n invade Involving Earth and Ocean in her Shade High as the Mother of the Gods in place And proud like her of an Immortal Race Then when in Pomp she makes the Phrygian round With Golden Turrets on her Temples crown'd A hundred Gods her sweeping Train supply Her Offspring all and all command the Sky Now fix your Sight and stand intent to see Your Roman Race and Julian Progeny The mighty Caesar waits his vital Hour Impatient for the World and grasps his promis'd Pow'r But next behold the Youth of Form Divine Caesar himself exalted in his Line Augustus promis'd oft and long foretold Sent to the Realm that Saturn rul'd of old Born to restore a better Age of Gold Affrick and India shall his Pow'r obey He shall extend his propagated Sway Beyond the Solar Year without the starry Way Where Atlas turns the rowling Heav'ns around And his broad Shoulders with their Lights are crown'd At his fore-seen