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  • what pious art, What vows avail to cure a bleeding heart!
  • My household gods, companions of my woes, With pious care I rescued from our foes.
  • Receive th’ unhappy fugitives to grace, And spare the remnant of a pious race!
  • To heav’n I lift my hands with pious haste, And sacred incense in the flames I cast.
  • These rites and customs to the rest commend, That to your pious race they may descend.
  • Each with a Phrygian mantle veil’d his head, And all commands of Helenus obey’d, And pious rites to Grecian Juno paid.
  • This thing, all tatter’d, seem’d from far t’ implore Our pious aid, and pointed to the shore.
  • The pious prince was seiz’d with sudden fear; Mute was his tongue, and upright stood his hair.
  • The pious prince, surpris’d at what he view’d, The fun’ral honors with more zeal renew’d, Doubtful if this place’s genius were, Or guardian of his father’s sepulcher.
  • This mournful message pious Anna bears, And seconds with her own her sister’s tears: But all her arts are still employ’d in vain; Again she comes, and is refus’d again.
  • Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood: The tears distil not from the wounded wood; But ev’ry drop this living tree contains Is kindred blood, and ran in Trojan veins.
  • See now the promis’d faith, the vaunted name, The pious man, who, rushing thro’ the flame, Preserv’d his gods, and to the Phrygian shore The burthen of his feeble father bore!
  • Yet, if the heav’ns will hear my pious vow, The faithless waves, not half so false as thou, Or secret sands, shall sepulchers afford To thy proud vessels, and their perjur’d lord.
  • The wretched father, running to their aid With pious haste, but vain, they next invade; Twice round his waist their winding volumes roll’d; And twice about his gasping throat they fold.
  • But old Anchises, off’ring sacrifice, And lifting up to heav’n his hands and eyes, Ador’d the greater gods: ’Avert,’ said he, ’These omens; render vain this prophecy, And from th’ impending curse a pious people free!’
  • Thus having said, he turn’d with pious haste, And joyful his expecting friends embrac’d: With his right hand Ilioneus was grac’d, Serestus with his left; then to his breast Cloanthus and the noble Gyas press’d; And so by turns descended to the rest.
  • The pious hero rends his robe, and throws To heav’n his hands, and with his hands his vows.
  • But you, if pious minds by pray’rs are won, Oblige the father, and protect the son.
  • Arm’d like the rest the Trojan prince appears, And by his pious labor urges theirs.
  • Four sable bullocks, in the yoke untaught, For sacrifice the pious hero brought.
  • The love and pious duty which you pay Have pass’d the perils of so hard a way.
  • Unhappy man, to break the pious laws Of nature, pleading in his children’s cause!
  • Ignorant of this (Whatever) danger, neither parting kiss, Nor pious blessing taken, her I leave, And in this only act of all my life deceive.
  • Amaz’d, with running water we prepare To quench the sacred fire, and slake his hair; But old Anchises, vers’d in omens, rear’d His hands to heav’n, and this request preferr’d: ’If any vows, almighty Jove, can bend Thy will; if piety can pray’rs commend, Confirm the glad presage which thou art pleas’d to send.’
  • Thus, while their sev’ral charges they fulfil, The pious prince ascends the sacred hill Where Phoebus is ador’d; and seeks the shade Which hides from sight his venerable maid.
  • Which monsters lest the Trojans’ pious host Should bear, or touch upon th’ inchanted coast, Propitious Neptune steer’d their course by night With rising gales that sped their happy flight.
  • Thus while the pious prince his fate bewails, Fierce Boreas drove against his flying sails, And rent the sheets; the raging billows rise, And mount the tossing vessels to the skies: Nor can the shiv’ring oars sustain the blow; The galley gives her side, and turns her prow; While those astern, descending down the steep, Thro’ gaping waves behold the boiling deep.
  • Some pious tears the pitying hero paid, And follow’d with his eyes the flitting shade, Then took the forward way, by fate ordain’d, And, with his guide, the farther fields attain’d, Where, sever’d from the rest, the warrior souls remain’d.
  • Now let him perish, since you hold it good, And glut the Trojans with his pious blood.
  • The pious youth, resolv’d on death, below The lifted sword springs forth to face the foe; Protects his parent, and prevents the blow.
  • The conquer’d Latians, with like pious care, Piles without number for their dead prepare.
  • Then, fir’d with pious rage, the gen’rous train Run madly forward to revenge the slain.
  • Thus while he spoke, unmindful of defense, A winged arrow struck the pious prince.
  • From blood so mix’d, a pious race shall flow, Equal to gods, excelling all below.
  • But, like a rock unmov’d, a rock that braves The raging tempest and the rising wavesPropp’d on himself he stands; his solid sides Wash off the seaweeds, and the sounding tidesSo stood the pious prince, unmov’d, and long Sustain’d the madness of the noisy throng.
  • The pious youth, more studious how to save His aged sire, now sinking to the grave, Preferr’d the pow’r of plants, and silent praise Of healing arts, before Phoebean bays.
  • The pious chief, who sought by peaceful ways To found his empire, and his town to raise, A hundred youths from all his train selects, And to the Latian court their course directs, (The spacious palace where their prince resides,) And all their heads with wreaths of olive hides.
  • The pious Trojan then his jav’lin sent; The shield gave way; thro’ treble plates it went Of solid brass, of linen trebly roll’d, And three bull hides which round the buckler fold.
  • Fair majesty, the refuge and redress Of those whom fate pursues, and wants oppress, You, who your pious offices employ To save the relics of abandon’d Troy; Receive the shipwreck’d on your friendly shore, With hospitable rites relieve the poor; Associate in your town a wand’ring train, And strangers in your palace entertain: What thanks can wretched fugitives return, Who, scatter’d thro’ the world, in exile mourn?
  • The long defense the Trojan people made, The war protracted, and the siege delay’d, Were due to Hector’s and this hero’s hand: Both brave alike, and equal in command; Aeneas, not inferior in the field, In pious reverence to the gods excell’d.
  • As, when in tumults rise th’ ignoble crowd, Mad are their motions, and their tongues are loud; And stones and brands in rattling volleys fly, And all the rustic arms that fury can supply: If then some grave and pious man appear, They hush their noise, and lend a list’ning ear; He soothes with sober words their angry mood, And quenches their innate desire of blood: So, when the Father of the Flood appears, And o’er the seas his sov’reign trident rears, Their fury falls: he skims the…
  • Not far from thence he grav’d the wondrous maze, A thousand doors, a thousand winding ways: Here dwells the monster, hid from human view, Not to be found, but by the faithful clew; Till the kind artist, mov’d with pious grief, Lent to the loving maid this last relief, And all those erring paths describ’d so well That Theseus conquer’d and the monster fell.
  • Advancing to the front, the hero stands, And, stretching out to heav’n his pious hands, Attests the gods, asserts his innocence, Upbraids with breach of faith th’ Ausonian prince; Declares the royal honor doubly stain’d, And twice the rites of holy peace profan’d.
  • Forced by this hostile act, and fir’d with spite, That flying Turnus still declin’d the fight, The Prince, whose piety had long repell’d His inborn ardor, now invades the field; Invokes the pow’rs of violated peace, Their rites and injur’d altars to redress; Then, to his rage abandoning the rein, With blood and slaughter’d bodies fills the plain.
  • BOOK XI Scarce had the rosy Morning rais’d her head Above the waves, and left her wat’ry bed; The pious chief, whom double cares attend For his unburied soldiers and his friend, Yet first to Heav’n perform’d a victor’s vows: He bar’d an ancient oak of all her boughs; Then on a rising ground the trunk he plac’d, Which with the spoils of his dead foe he grac’d.
  • Amid the blaze, their pious brethren throw The spoils, in battle taken from the foe: Helms, bits emboss’d, and swords of shining steel; One casts a target, one a chariot wheel; Some to their fellows their own arms restore: The fauchions which in luckless fight they bore, Their bucklers pierc’d, their darts bestow’d in vain, And shiver’d lances gather’d from the plain.
  • Thus while he dealt it round, the pious chief With cheerful words allay’d the common grief: "Endure, and conquer!
  • "Then, not before, I felt my cruddled blood Congeal with fear, my hair with horror stood: My father’s image fill’d my pious mind, Lest equal years might equal fortune find.
  • …in the wind, The plowman, passenger, and lab’ring hind For shelter to the neighb’ring covert fly, Or hous’d, or safe in hollow caverns lie; But, that o’erblown, when heav’n above ’cause smiles, Return to travel, and renew their toils: Aeneas thus, o’erwhelmed on ev’ry side, The storm of darts, undaunted, did abide; And thus to Lausus loud with friendly threat’ning cried: "Why wilt thou rush to certain death, and rage In rash attempts, beyond thy tender age, Betray’d by pious love?"
  • If neither piety, nor Heav’n’s command, Can gain his passage to the Stygian strand, This fatal present shall prevail at least."
  • Twice warn’d by the celestial messenger, The pious prince arose with hasty fear; Then rous’d his drowsy train without delay: "Haste to your banks; your crooked anchors weigh, And spread your flying sails, and stand to sea.
  • Then thus Ascanius, wonderstruck to see That image of his filial piety: "So great beginnings, in so green an age, Exact the faith which I again ingage.
  • The ghost replied: "Your piety has paid All needful rites, to rest my wand’ring shade; But cruel fate, and my more cruel wife, To Grecian swords betray’d my sleeping life.
  • If e’er my pious father, for my sake, Did grateful off’rings on thy altars make, Or I increas’d them with my sylvan toils, And hung thy holy roofs with savage spoils, Give me to scatter these."
  • Nor let a mother’s curse my name pursue: Thy pious parent, who, for love of thee, Forsook the coasts of friendly Sicily, Her age committing to the seas and wind, When ev’ry weary matron stay’d behind."
  • Pay first his pious dues; and, for the dead, Two sable sheep around his hearse be led; Then, living turfs upon his body lay: This done, securely take the destin’d way, To find the regions destitute of day."
  • If my religious hand Your plant has honor’d, which your foes profan’d, Propitious hear my pious pray’r!"
  • When, from aloft, almighty Jove surveys Earth, air, and shores, and navigable seas, At length on Libyan realms he fix’d his eyesWhom, pond’ring thus on human miseries, When Venus saw, she with a lowly look, Not free from tears, her heav’nly sire bespoke: "O King of Gods and Men! whose awful hand Disperses thunder on the seas and land, Disposing all with absolute command; How could my pious son thy pow’r incense?
  • Thus while the Trojan and Arcadian horse To Pallantean tow’rs direct their course, In long procession rank’d, the pious chief Stopp’d in the rear, and gave a vent to grief: "The public care," he said, "which war attends, Diverts our present woes, at least suspends.
  • They rear his drooping forehead from the ground; But, when Aeneas view’d the grisly wound Which Pallas in his manly bosom bore, And the fair flesh distain’d with purple gore; First, melting into tears, the pious man Deplor’d so sad a sight, then thus began: "Unhappy youth! when Fortune gave the rest Of my full wishes, she refus’d the best!
  • But when, with blood and paleness all o’erspread, The pious prince beheld young Lausus dead, He griev’d; he wept; the sight an image brought Of his own filial love, a sadly pleasing thought: Then stretch’d his hand to hold him up, and said: "Poor hapless youth! what praises can be paid To love so great, to such transcendent store Of early worth, and sure presage of more?
  • Aeneas then unsheath’d his shining sword, And thus with pious pray’rs the gods ador’d: "All-seeing sun, and thou, Ausonian soil, For which I have sustain’d so long a toil, Thou, King of Heav’n, and thou, the Queen of Air, Propitious now, and reconcil’d by pray’r; Thou, God of War, whose unresisted sway The labors and events of arms obey; Ye living fountains, and ye running floods, All pow’rs of ocean, all ethereal gods, Hear, and bear record: if I fall in field, Or, recreant in the…

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