Fear broke my slumbers; I no longer stay, But mount the terrace, thence the town survey, And hearken what the frightful sounds convey.
Did you, for this, unhappy me convey Thro’ foes and fires, to see my house a prey?
I yield to Fate, unwillingly retire, And, loaded, up the hill convey my sire.
Thus, in battalia, march embodied ants, Fearful of winter, and of future wants, T’ invade the corn, and to their cells convey The plunder’d forage of their yellow prey.
For well you know, and can record alone, What fame to future times conveys but darkly down.
Meantime my worthy wife our arms mislaid, And from beneath my head my sword convey’d; The door unlatch’d, and, with repeated calls, Invites her former lord within my walls.
The chaste Sibylla shall your steps convey, And blood of offer’d victims free the way.
The woods to hollow vales convey the sound, The vales to hills, and hills the notes rebound.
Know this, the realm of night— the Stygian shore: My boat conveys no living bodies o’er; Nor was I pleas’d great Theseus once to bear, Who forc’d a passage with his pointed spear, Nor strong Alcides— men of mighty fame, And from th’ immortal gods their lineage came.
Then, unobserv’d, I pass by Juno’s church: A guard of Grecians had possess’d the porch; There Phoenix and Ulysses watch prey, And thither all the wealth of Troy convey: The spoils which they from ransack’d houses brought, And golden bowls from burning altars caught, The tables of the gods, the purple vests, The people’s treasure, and the pomp of priests.
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Part in the places where they fell are laid; And part are to the neighb’ring fields convey’d.
Allur’d with hope of plunder, and intent By force to rob, by fraud to circumvent, The brutal Cacus, as by chance they stray’d, Four oxen thence, and four fair kine convey’d; And, lest the printed footsteps might be seen, He dragg’d ’cause backwards to his rocky den.
The conqu’ring party first divide the prey, Then their slain leader to the camp convey.
Their friends convey the dead fun’ral fires; Black smold’ring smoke from the green wood expires; The light of heav’n is chok’d, and the new day retires.
Nor shalt thou want thy honors in my land; For there thy faithful oracles shall stand, Preserv’d in shrines; and ev’ry sacred lay, Which, by thy mouth, Apollo shall convey: All shall be treasur’d by a chosen train Of holy priests, and ever shall remain.
Some friendly god From thence convey’d us to your blest abode."
Eliza shall a Dardan lord obey, And lofty Carthage for a dow’r convey."