Page:Virgil's Pastorals, Georgics and Aeneis - Dryden (1709) - volume 2.djvu/189

Never so radiant did her Eyes appear;
Nor her own Star confess'd a light so clear.
Great in her Charms, as when on Gods above
She looks, and breaths her self into their Love. 805
She held my Hand, the destin'd Blow to break:
Them from her rosie Lips began to speak.
My Son, from whence this Madness, this neglect
Of my Commands, and those whom I protect?
Why this unmanly Rage? Recall to mind 810
Whom you forsake, what Pledges leave behind.
Look if your helpless Father yet survive;
Or if Ascanius, or Creüsa live.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ Around your House the greedy Grecians err;
And these had perish’d in the nightly War, 815
But for my Presence and protecting Care.
Not Helen's Face, nor Paris was in fault:
But by the Gods was this Destruction brought.
Now cast your Eyes around; while I dissolve
The Mists and Films that Mortal Eyes involve: 820
Purge from your fight the Dross, and make you see
The Shape of each avenging Deity.
Enlightned thus, my just Commands fulfill:
Nor fear Obedience to your Mother's Will.
Where yon disorder'd heap of Ruin lies, 825
Stones rent from Stones, where Clouds of Dust arise,
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Amid that smother, Neptune hold his place:
Below the Wall's foundation drives his Mace:
And heaves the Building from the solid Base.