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VIRGIL's
Æn. III.
The Customs of our Country we pursue;
And Trojan Games on Actian Shores renew.
Our Youth, their naked Limbs besmear with Oyl;
And exercise the Wrastlers noble Toil. 365
Pleas'd to have sail'd so long before the Wind;
And left so many Grecian Towns behind.
The Sun had now fulfill'd his Annual Course,
And Boreas on the Seas display'd his Force:
I fix'd upon the Temples lofty Door, 370
The brazen Shield which vanquish'd Abas bore:
The Verse beneath, my Name and Action speaks,
These Arms, Æneas took from Conqu'ring Greeks.
Then I command to weigh; the Seamen ply
Their sweeping Oars, the smoking Billows fly. 375
The sight of high Phæacia soon we lost:
And skim'd along Epirus rocky Coast.
Then to Chaonia's Port our Course we bend,
And landed, to Buthrotus heights ascend. 379
Here wond'rous things were loudly blaz'd by Fame;
How Helenus reviv'd the Trojan Name;
And raign'd in Greece: That Priam's captive Son
Succeeded Pyrrhus in his Bed and Throne.
And fair Andromache, restor'd by Fate,
Once more was happy in a Trojan Mate, 385
I leave my Gallies riding in the Port;
And long to see the new Dardanian Court.
By chance, the mournful Queen, before the Gate,
Then solemniz'd her former Husband's Fate.
And Trojan Games on Actian Shores renew.
Our Youth, their naked Limbs besmear with Oyl;
And exercise the Wrastlers noble Toil. 365
Pleas'd to have sail'd so long before the Wind;
And left so many Grecian Towns behind.
The Sun had now fulfill'd his Annual Course,
And Boreas on the Seas display'd his Force:
I fix'd upon the Temples lofty Door, 370
The brazen Shield which vanquish'd Abas bore:
The Verse beneath, my Name and Action speaks,
These Arms, Æneas took from Conqu'ring Greeks.
Then I command to weigh; the Seamen ply
Their sweeping Oars, the smoking Billows fly. 375
The sight of high Phæacia soon we lost:
And skim'd along Epirus rocky Coast.
Then to Chaonia's Port our Course we bend,
And landed, to Buthrotus heights ascend. 379
Here wond'rous things were loudly blaz'd by Fame;
How Helenus reviv'd the Trojan Name;
And raign'd in Greece: That Priam's captive Son
Succeeded Pyrrhus in his Bed and Throne.
And fair Andromache, restor'd by Fate,
Once more was happy in a Trojan Mate, 385
I leave my Gallies riding in the Port;
And long to see the new Dardanian Court.
By chance, the mournful Queen, before the Gate,
Then solemniz'd her former Husband's Fate.
