Thus they pretend, but in the hollow side Selected numbers of their soldiers hide: With inward arms the dire machine they load, And iron bowels stuff the dark abode.
Prostrate we fell; confess’d the present god, Who gave this answer from his dark abode: ’Undaunted youths, go, seek that mother earth From which your ancestors derive their birth.
Thou, mighty walls for mighty nations build; Nor let thy weary mind to labors yield: But change thy seat; for not the Delian god, Nor we, have giv’n thee Crete for our abode.
Now Lycian lots, and now the Delian god, Now Hermes is employ’d from Jove’s abode, To warn him hence; as if the peaceful state Of heav’nly pow’rs were touch’d with human fate!
Those isles are compass’d by th’ Ionian main, The dire abode where the foul Harpies reign, Forc’d by the winged warriors to repair To their old homes, and leave their costly fare.
Aw’d with these words, in camps they still abide, And wait with longing looks their promis’d guide.
Not far from hence, along the river’s side, In tents secure, the Tuscan troops abide, By Tarchon led.
Anchises, last, is honor’d as a god; A priest is added, annual gifts bestow’d, And groves are planted round his blest abode.
Deep in a cave the Sibyl makes abode; Thence full of fate returns, and of the god.
He shall to peaceful Rome new laws ordain, Call’d from his mean abode a scepter to sustain.
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This plant Latinus, when his town he wall’d, Then found, and from the tree Laurentum call’d; And last, in honor of his new abode, He vow’d the laurel to the laurel’s god.
The Trojans, coop’d within their walls so long, Unbar their gates, and issue in a throng, Like swarming bees, and with delight survey The camp deserted, where the Grecians lay: The quarters of the sev’ral chiefs they show’d; Here Phoenix, here Achilles, made abode; Here join’d the battles; there the navy rode.
A narrow track, by human steps untrode, Leads, thro’ perplexing thorns, to this obscure abode.
Two gates of steel (the name of Mars they bear, And still are worship’d with religious fear) Before his temple stand: the dire abode, And the fear’d issues of the furious god, Are fenc’d with brazen bolts; without the gates, The wary guardian Janus doubly waits.
Here patriots live, who, for their country’s good, In fighting fields, were prodigal of blood: Priests of unblemish’d lives here make abode, And poets worthy their inspiring god; And searching wits, of more mechanic parts, Who grac’d their age with new-invented arts: Those who to worth their bounty did extend, And those who knew that bounty to commend.
Whate’er abode my fortune has assign’d, Your image shall be present in my mind."
"All are concern’d to know what place the god Assign’d, and where determin’d our abode.
Some friendly god From thence convey’d us to your blest abode."
…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?"
Thy pray’rs alone can open this abode; Else vain are my demands, and dumb the god."
This let me crave, since near your grove the road To hell lies open, and the dark abode Which Acheron surrounds, th’ innavigable flood; Conduct me thro’ the regions void of light, And lead me longing to my father’s sight.