Æn. I.
ÆNEIS.
331
Rais'd in his Mind the Trojan Heroe stood,
And long'd to break from out his Ambient Cloud;
Achates found it; and thus urg'd his way:
From whence, O Goddess born, this long delay? 815
What more can you desire, your Welcome sure,
Your Fleet in safety, and your Friends secure?
One only wants; and him we saw in vain
Oppose the Storm, and swallow'd in the Main.
Orontes in his Fate our Forfeit paid, 820
The rest agrees with what your Mother said.
Scarce had he spoken, when the Cloud gave way,
The Mists flew upward, and dissolv'd in day.
The Trojan Chief appear'd in open sight,
August in Visage, and serenely bright. 825
His Mother Goddess, with her hands Divine,
Had form'd his Curling Locks, and made his Temples shine:
And giv'n his rowling Eyes a sparkling grace;
And breath'd a youthful vigour on his Face:
Like polish'd Iv'ry, beauteous to behold, 830
Or Parian Marble, when enchas'd in Gold:
Thus radiant from the circling Cloud he broke;
And thus with manly modesty he spoke.
He whom you seek am I: by Tempests tost,
And sav'd from Shipwreck on your Lybian Coast: 83
Presenting, gracious Queen, before your Throne,
A Prince that owes his Life to you alone.
Fair Majesty, the Refuge and Redress
Of those whom Fate pursues, and Wants oppres
And long'd to break from out his Ambient Cloud;
Achates found it; and thus urg'd his way:
From whence, O Goddess born, this long delay? 815
What more can you desire, your Welcome sure,
Your Fleet in safety, and your Friends secure?
One only wants; and him we saw in vain
Oppose the Storm, and swallow'd in the Main.
Orontes in his Fate our Forfeit paid, 820
The rest agrees with what your Mother said.
Scarce had he spoken, when the Cloud gave way,
The Mists flew upward, and dissolv'd in day.
The Trojan Chief appear'd in open sight,
August in Visage, and serenely bright. 825
His Mother Goddess, with her hands Divine,
Had form'd his Curling Locks, and made his Temples shine:
And giv'n his rowling Eyes a sparkling grace;
And breath'd a youthful vigour on his Face:
Like polish'd Iv'ry, beauteous to behold, 830
Or Parian Marble, when enchas'd in Gold:
Thus radiant from the circling Cloud he broke;
And thus with manly modesty he spoke.
He whom you seek am I: by Tempests tost,
And sav'd from Shipwreck on your Lybian Coast: 83
Presenting, gracious Queen, before your Throne,
A Prince that owes his Life to you alone.
Fair Majesty, the Refuge and Redress
Of those whom Fate pursues, and Wants oppres
