And would to Heav’n, the Storm, you felt, would bring On Carthaginian coasts your wand’ring king.
The rising city, which from far you see, Is Carthage, and a Tyrian colony.
Not less the clamor, than if— ancient Tyre, Or the new Carthage, set by foes on fireThe rolling ruin, with their lov’d abodes, Involv’d the blazing temples of their gods.
Against the Tiber’s mouth, but far away, An ancient town was seated on the sea; A Tyrian colony; the people made Stout for the war, and studious of their trade: Carthage the name; belov’d by Juno more Than her own Argos, or the Samian shore.
The mighty Thund’rer heard; Then cast his eyes on Carthage, where he found The lustful pair in lawless pleasure drown’d, Lost in their loves, insensible of shame, And both forgetful of their better fame.
Yet she had heard an ancient rumor fly, (Long cited by the people of the sky,) That times to come should see the Trojan race Her Carthage ruin, and her tow’rs deface; Nor thus confin’d, the yoke of sov’reign sway Should on the necks of all the nations lay.
Who can omit the Gracchi? who declare The Scipios’ worth, those thunderbolts of war, The double bane of Carthage?
I know not, if by stress of weather driv’n, Or was their fatal course dispos’d by Heav’n; At last they landed, where from far your eyes May view the turrets of new Carthage rise; There bought a space of ground, which (Byrsa call’d, From the bull’s hide) they first inclos’d, and wall’d.
Then Carthage may th’ Ausonian towns destroy, Nor fear the race of a rejected boy.
A lawful time of war at length will come, (Nor need your haste anticipate the doom), When Carthage shall contend the world with Rome, Shall force the rigid rocks and Alpine chains, And, like a flood, come pouring on the plains.
Eliza shall a Dardan lord obey, And lofty Carthage for a dow’r convey."
He calls Cyllenius, and the god attends, By whom his menacing command he sends: "Go, mount the western winds, and cleave the sky; Then, with a swift descent, to Carthage fly: There find the Trojan chief, who wastes his days In slothful not and inglorious ease, Nor minds the future city, giv’n by fate.
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