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TRANSLATION OF PART OF THE FIRST BOOK OF THE AENEID

TO THE EDITORS OF THE PHILOLOGICAL MUSEUM

            BUT Cytherea, studious to invent
          Arts yet untried, upon new counsels bent,
          Resolves that Cupid, changed in form and face
          To young Ascanius, should assume his place;
          Present the maddening gifts, and kindle heat
          Of passion at the bosom's inmost seat.
          She dreads the treacherous house, the double tongue;
          She burns, she frets--by Juno's rancour stung;
          The calm of night is powerless to remove
          These cares, and thus she speaks to winged Love:            10

            "O son, my strength, my power! who dost despise
          (What, save thyself, none dares through earth and skies)
          The giant-quelling bolts of Jove, I flee,
          O son, a suppliant to thy deity!
          What perils meet Aeneas in his course,
          How Juno's hate with unrelenting force
          Pursues thy brother--this to thee is known;
          And oft-times hast thou made my griefs thine own.
          Him now the generous Dido by soft chains
          Of bland entreaty at her court detains;                     20
          Junonian hospitalities prepare
          Such apt occasion that I dread a snare.
          Hence, ere some hostile God can intervene,
          Would I, by previous wiles, inflame the queen
          With passion for Aeneas, such strong love
          That at my beck, mine only, she shall move.
          Hear, and assist;--the father's mandate calls
          His young Ascanius to the Tyrian walls;
          He comes, my dear delight,--and costliest things
          Preserved from fire and flood for presents brings.          30
          Him will I take, and in close covert keep,
          'Mid groves Idalian, lulled to gentle sleep,
          Or on Cythera's far-sequestered steep,
          That he may neither know what hope is mine,
          Nor by his presence traverse the design.
          Do thou, but for a single night's brief space,
          Dissemble; be that boy in form and face!
          And when enraptured Dido shall receive
          Thee to her arms, and kisses interweave
          With many a fond embrace, while joy runs high,              40
          And goblets crown the proud festivity,
          Instil thy subtle poison, and inspire,
          At every touch, an unsuspected fire."

            Love, at the word, before his mother's sight
          Puts off his wings, and walks, with proud delight,
          Like young Iulus; but the gentlest dews
          Of slumber Venus sheds, to circumfuse
          The true Ascanius steeped in placid rest;
          Then wafts him, cherished on her careful breast,
          Through upper air to an Idalian glade,                      50
          Where he on soft 'amaracus' is laid,
          With breathing flowers embraced, and fragrant shade.
          But Cupid, following cheerily his guide
          Achates, with the gifts to Carthage hied;
          And, as the hall he entered, there, between
          The sharers of her golden couch, was seen
          Reclined in festal pomp the Tyrian queen.
          The Trojans, too (Aeneas at their head),
          On conches lie, with purple overspread:
          Meantime in canisters is heaped the bread,                  60
          Pellucid water for the hands is borne,
          And napkins of smooth texture, finely shorn.
          Within are fifty handmaids, who prepare,
          As they in order stand, the dainty fare;
          And fume the household deities with store
          Of odorous incense; while a hundred more
          Matched with an equal number of like age,
          But each of manly sex, a docile page,
          Marshal the banquet, giving with due grace
          To cup or viand its appointed place.                        70
          The Tyrians rushing in, an eager band,
          Their painted couches seek, obedient to command.
          They look with wonder on the gifts--they gaze
          Upon Iulus, dazzled with the rays
          That from his ardent countenance are flung,
          And charmed to hear his simulating tongue;
          Nor pass unpraised the robe and veil divine,
          Round which the yellow flowers and wandering foliage twine.

            But chiefly Dido, to the coming ill
          Devoted, strives in vain her vast desires to fill;          80
          She views the gifts; upon the child then turns
          Insatiable looks, and gazing burns.
          To ease a father's cheated love he hung
          Upon Aeneas, and around him clung;
          Then seeks the queen; with her his arts he tries;
          She fastens on the boy enamoured eyes,
          Clasps in her arms, nor weens (O lot unblest!)
          How great a God, incumbent o'er her breast,
          Would fill it with his spirit. He, to please
          His Acidalian mother, by degrees                            90
          Blots out Sichaeus, studious to remove
          The dead, by influx of a living love,
          By stealthy entrance of a perilous guest.
          Troubling a heart that had been long at rest.

            Now when the viands were withdrawn, and ceased
          The first division of the splendid feast,
          While round a vacant board the chiefs recline,
          Huge goblets are brought forth; they crown the wine;
          Voices of gladness roll the walls around;
          Those gladsome voices from the courts rebound;             100
          From gilded rafters many a blazing light
          Depends, and torches overcome the night.
          The minutes fly--till, at the queen's command,
          A bowl of state is offered to her hand:
          Then she, as Belus wont, and all the line
          From Belus, filled it to the brim with wine;
          Silence ensued. "O Jupiter, whose care
          Is hospitable dealing, grant my prayer!
          Productive day be this of lasting joy
          To Tyrians, and these exiles driven from Troy;             110
          A day to future generations dear!
          Let Bacchus, donor of soul-quick'ning cheer,
          Be present; kindly Juno, be thou near!
          And, Tyrians, may your choicest favours wait
          Upon this hour, the bond to celebrate!"
          She spake and shed an offering on the board;
          Then sipped the bowl whence she the wine had poured
          And gave to Bitias, urging the prompt lord;
          He raised the bowl, and took a long deep draught;
          Then every chief in turn the beverage quaffed.             120

            Graced with redundant hair, Iopas sings
          The lore of Atlas, to resounding strings,
          The labours of the Sun, the lunar wanderings;
          When human kind, and brute; what natural powers
          Engender lightning, whence are falling showers.
          He haunts Arcturus,--that fraternal twain
          The glittering Bears,--the Pleiads fraught with rain;
          --Why suns in winter, shunning heaven's steep heights
          Post seaward,--what impedes the tardy nights.
          The learned song from Tyrian hearers draws                 130
          Loud shouts,--the Trojans echo the applause.
          --But, lengthening out the night with converse new,
          Large draughts of love unhappy Dido drew;
          Of Priam asked, of Hector--o'er and o'er--
          What arms the son of bright Aurora wore;--
          What steeds the car of Diomed could boast;
          Among the leaders of the Grecian host.
          How looked Achilles, their dread paramount--
          "But nay--the fatal wiles, O guest, recount,
          Retrace the Grecian cunning from its source,               140
          Your own grief and your friends?--your wandering course;
          For now, till this seventh summer have ye ranged
          The sea, or trod the earth, to peace estranged."
                                                              1816.


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