Arm’d once again, my glitt’ring sword I wield, While th’ other hand sustains my weighty shield, And forth I rush to seek th’ abandon’d field.
Penthisilea there, with haughty grace, Leads to the wars an Amazonian race: In their right hands a pointed dart they wield; The left, for ward, sustains the lunar shield.
In Grecian ships unhappy we were borne, Endur’d the victor’s lust, sustain’d the scorn: Thus I submitted to the lawless pride Of Pyrrhus, more a handmaid than a bride.
His feeble shoulders scarce the weight sustain; Loaded, not arm’d, he creeps along with pain, Despairing of success, ambitious to be slain!
A flow’r’d simar with golden fringe she wore, And at her back a golden quiver bore; Her flowing hair a golden caul restrains, A golden clasp the Tyrian robe sustains.
Thro’ the wide world th’ Aeneian house shall reign, And children’s children shall the crown sustain.’
Will they again embark at my desire, Once more sustain the seas, and quit their second Tyre?
The fatal work inhuman Pyrrhus plies, And all his father sparkles in his eyes; Nor bars, nor fighting guards, his force sustain: The bars are broken, and the guards are slain.
A short delay is all I ask him now; A pause of grief, an interval from woe, Till my soft soul be temper’d to sustain Accustom’d sorrows, and inur’d to pain.
To their united force it yields, tho’ late, And mourns with mortal groans th’ approaching fate: The roots no more their upper load sustain; But down she falls, and spreads a ruin thro’ the plain.
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Rich was the gift, and glorious to behold, But yet so pond’rous with its plates of gold, That scarce two servants could the weight sustain; Yet, loaded thus, Demoleus o’er the plain Pursued and lightly seiz’d the Trojan train.
Then dire debate and impious war shall cease, And the stern age be soften’d into peace: Then banish’d Faith shall once again return, And Vestal fires in hallow’d temples burn; And Remus with Quirinus shall sustain The righteous laws, and fraud and force restrain.
The sable troops, along the narrow tracks, Scarce bear the weighty burthen on their backs: Some set their shoulders to the pond’rous grain; Some guard the spoil; some lash the lagging train; All ply their sev’ral tasks, and equal toil sustain.
What length of lands, what oceans have you pass’d; What storms sustain’d, and on what shores been cast?
Maia the fair, on fame if we rely, Was Atlas’ daughter, who sustains the sky.
Gold are their vests; long Alpine spears they wield, And their left arm sustains a length of shield.
"Alas!" said one, "what oceans yet remain For us to sail! what labors to sustain!"
Vain is the force of man, and Heav’n’s as vain, To crush the pillars which the pile sustain.
How great they look! how vig’rously they wield Their weighty lances, and sustain the shield!
He shall to peaceful Rome new laws ordain, Call’d from his mean abode a scepter to sustain.
Our founder Dardanus, as fame has sung, And Greeks acknowledge, from Electra sprung: Electra from the loins of Atlas came; Atlas, whose head sustains the starry frame.
His sons, who seek the tyrant to sustain, And long for arbitrary lords again, With ignominy scourg’d, in open sight, He dooms to death deserv’d, asserting public right.
The pow’rs of Troy, then issuing on the plain, With fresh recruits their youthful chief sustain: Not theirs a raw and unexperienc’d train, But a firm body of embattled men.
A flood of molten silver, brass, and gold, And deadly steel, in the large furnace roll’d; Of this, their artful hands a shield prepare, Alone sufficient to sustain the war.
With these he long sustain’d th’ Herculean arm; And these I wielded while my blood was warm, This languish’d frame while better spirits fed, Ere age unstrung my nerves, or time o’ersnow’d my head.
Arriv’d at home, he, for whose only sake, Or most for his, such toils I undertake, The good Anchises, whom, by timely flight, I purpos’d to secure on Ida’s height, Refus’d the journey, resolute to die And add his fun’rals to the fate of Troy, Rather than exile and old age sustain.
’twas fam’d, that in our last and fatal night Your single prowess long sustain’d the fight, Till tir’d, not forc’d, a glorious fate you chose, And fell upon a heap of slaughter’d foes.
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.
Where shall I find his corpse? what earth sustains His trunk dismember’d, and his cold remains?
Bold Mnestheus rallies first the broken train, Whom brave Seresthus and his troop sustain.
Alcanor saw; and reach’d, but reach’d in vain, His helping hand, his brother to sustain.
And yet I live, and yet sustain the sight Of hated men, and of more hated light: But will not long.
Her sad attendants hasten to sustain Their dying lady, drooping on the plain.
Who sent you down from heav’n, involv’d in air, Your share of mortal sorrows to sustain, And see your brother bleeding on the plain?
If fate and you reserve these eyes, to see My son return with peace and victory; If the lov’d boy shall bless his father’s sight; If we shall meet again with more delight; Then draw my life in length; let me sustain, In hopes of his embrace, the worst of pain.
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.
Adorn’d with Dardan arms, the phantom bore His head aloft; a plumy crest he wore; This hand appear’d a shining sword to wield, And that sustain’d an imitated shield.
Oppos’d to these, come on with furious force Messapus, Coras, and the Latian horse; These in the body plac’d, on either hand Sustain’d and clos’d by fair Camilla’s band.
All, fir’d with gen’rous indignation, strive, And with a storm of darts to distance drive The Trojan chief, who, held at bay from far, On his Vulcanian orb sustain’d the war.
The fiery Tarchon, flying o’er the plains, Press’d in his arms the pond’rous prey sustains; Then, with his shorten’d spear, explores around His jointed arms, to fix a deadly wound.
Mix’d with the first, the fierce virago fought, Sustain’d the toils of arms, the danger sought, Outstripp’d the winds in speed upon the plain, Flew o’er the fields, nor hurt the bearded grain: She swept the seas, and, as she skimm’d along, Her flying feet unbath’d on billows hung.
They cuff, they scratch, they cross his airy course; Nor can th’ incumber’d bird sustain their force; But vex’d, not vanquish’d, drops the pond’rous prey, And, lighten’d of his burthen, wings his way.
The hero arms in haste; his hands infold His thighs with cuishes of refulgent gold: Inflam’d to fight, and rushing to the field, That hand sustaining the celestial shield, This gripes the lance, and with such vigor shakes, That to the rest the beamy weapon quakes.
Her shrieks and clamors pierce the Trojans’ ears, Unman their courage, and augment their fears; Nor young Ascanius could the sight sustain, Nor old Ilioneus his tears restrain, But Actor and Idaeus jointly sent, To bear the madding mother to her tent.
A bough his brazen helmet did sustain; His heavier arms lay scatter’d on the plain: A chosen train of youth around him stand; His drooping head was rested on his hand: His grisly beard his pensive bosom sought; And all on Lausus ran his restless thought.
Nor, Cisseus, couldst thou scape from Turnus’ hand, In vain the strongest of th’ Arcadian band: Nor to Cupentus could his gods afford Availing aid against th’ Aenean sword, Which to his naked heart pursued the course; Nor could his plated shield sustain the force.
With labor spent, no longer can he wield The heavy fanchion, or sustain the shield, O’erwhelm’d with darts, which from afar they fling: The weapons round his hollow temples ring; His golden helm gives way, with stony blows Batter’d, and flat, and beaten to his brows.
But now they swarm, and, with fresh troops supplied, Come rolling on, and rush from ev’ry side: Nor Juno, who sustain’d his arms before, Dares with new strength suffice th’ exhausted store; For Jove, with sour commands, sent Iris down, To force th’ invader from the frighted town.
While fortune favor’d, nor Heav’n’s King denied To lend my succor to the Latian side, I sav’d thy brother, and the sinking state: But now he struggles with unequal fate, And goes, with gods averse, o’ermatch’d in might, To meet inevitable death in fight; Nor must I break the truce, nor can sustain the sight.
…dash’d against the walls the trembling train; When floods were fill’d with bodies of the slain; When crimson Xanthus, doubtful of his way, Stood up on ridges to behold the sea; (New heaps came tumbling in, and chok’d his way;) When your Aeneas fought, but fought with odds Of force unequal, and unequal gods; I spread a cloud before the victor’s sight, Sustain’d the vanquish’d, and secur’d his flight; Ev’n then secur’d him, when I sought with joy The vow’d destruction of ungrateful Troy.
Her Juno finds, and thus inflames her spite: "O virgin daughter of eternal Night, Give me this once thy labor, to sustain My right, and execute my just disdain.
The race thus ended, and rewards bestow’d, Once more the princes bespeaks th’ attentive crowd: "If there he here whose dauntless courage dare In gauntlet-fight, with limbs and body bare, His opposite sustain in open view, Stand forth the champion, and the games renew.
Old Chalybe, who kept the sacred fane Of Juno, now she seem’d, and thus began, Appearing in a dream, to rouse the careless man: "Shall Turnus then such endless toil sustain In fighting fields, and conquer towns in vain?
She who the driver’s office now sustains, Replies: "Neglect, my lord, these new alarms; Here fight, and urge the fortune of your arms: There want not others to defend the wall.
Turnus, ’t is true, in this unequal strife, Shall lose, with honor, his devoted life, Or change it rather for immortal fame, Succeeding to the gods, from whence he came: But you, a servile and inglorious band, For foreign lords shall sow your native land, Those fruitful fields your fighting fathers gain’d, Which have so long their lazy sons sustain’d."
…in his golden bed, With these alluring words invokes his aid; And, that her pleasing speech his mind may move, Inspires each accent with the charms of love: "While cruel fate conspir’d with Grecian pow’rs, To level with the ground the Trojan tow’rs, I ask’d not aid th’ unhappy to restore, Nor did the succor of thy skill implore; Nor urg’d the labors of my lord in vain, A sinking empire longer to sustain, Tho’much I ow’d to Priam’s house, and more The dangers of Aeneas did deplore.
Then, with a graceful mien, Lights from her lofty steed the warrior queen: Her squadron imitates, and each descends; Whose common suit Camilla thus commends: "If sense of honor, if a soul secure Of inborn worth, that can all tests endure, Can promise aught, or on itself rely Greatly to dare, to conquer or to die; Then, I alone, sustain’d by these, will meet The Tyrrhene troops, and promise their defeat.
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…