Brutus the Trojan Founder of the British Empire. An Epic poem. Written by Hildebrand Jacob |
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THE FOURTH BOOK OF Brutus the Trojan; &c.
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The Argument.
While the Trojans repose, Diana visits the Mansion of Somnus, and procures of that Divinity to charm the Cares of Brutus. Towards the Close of Night the Goddess appears to him in a Dream, assures him of a prosperous Voyage, and commands him to appease the Resentment of Æolus before his Departure. An Account of their Course thro' the Mediterranean Sea, and of their Passage by the Pillars of Hercules into the Atlantic Ocean. They take Refuge at Tartessos, where they find a Settlement from Tyre. The Treachery of Amilcar, Head of the Colony. Mercury confers with Diana concerning the future Fate of Brutus, whom he promises to protect: Accordingly, he intimidates the Council of the Phœnicians under the Form of Narbal, and the Trojans continue their Expedition. A Relation of their Proceeding along the Western Coast, 'till they enter the Cantabrian Gulf, where they are detain'd by a tedious Calm, which alarms the God Neptune, who is also incens'd to see the Trojans venture without his Consent on the Great Ocean, and calls back the Winds to his Aid, while Brutus's Ships are forc'd on the Pictavian Shoar in Gaul.
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With
Toils o'ercome the Host supinely rests,
Brutus alone, on future Cares intent,
To close his weary Eyes attempts in vain.
Diana, Guardian Pow'r, with Pity views
Her anxious Hero, longing for Repose,
And strait to Somnus silent Realm descends.
Brutus alone, on future Cares intent,
To close his weary Eyes attempts in vain.
Diana, Guardian Pow'r, with Pity views
Her anxious Hero, longing for Repose,
And strait to Somnus silent Realm descends.
Deep in a darksom Cave near Lethe's Flood
The Son of Erebus, and Night she found,
His Head with Wreaths of drowsy Flow'rs adorn'd.
The Son of Erebus, and Night she found,
His Head with Wreaths of drowsy Flow'rs adorn'd.
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O healing
Pow'r, to whom all Nature yields,
Gently she cry'd, thy sable Curtain heave,
Awhile suspend thy Sloath, and hear my Voice!
In his high Tent upon the Tyrrhene Coast
Brutus thy pleasing Influence implores.
Gently she cry'd, thy sable Curtain heave,
Awhile suspend thy Sloath, and hear my Voice!
In his high Tent upon the Tyrrhene Coast
Brutus thy pleasing Influence implores.
She said, when strait to the celestial Sound
He turn'd, the Poppies on his Temples nod,
And thus he cry'd. Great Hecate be obey'd!
And sunk in Down. Soon Brutus felt his Aid,
And in soft Sleep forgot the Toils of State.
He turn'd, the Poppies on his Temples nod,
And thus he cry'd. Great Hecate be obey'd!
And sunk in Down. Soon Brutus felt his Aid,
And in soft Sleep forgot the Toils of State.
And now, Night's latest Vigil near consum'd,
In Dreams the Goddess o'er his Head appear'd,
And thus her high Behests conveys. Awake,
O Brutus, soon auspicious Gales shall wait
Thy spreading Sails! But e'er thou leav'st the Shoar,
An Hecatomb must bleed! Fierce Æole's Wrath,
The God of Winds, appease! The Hero rose,
And, conscious of neglected Rites, obeys.
In Dreams the Goddess o'er his Head appear'd,
And thus her high Behests conveys. Awake,
O Brutus, soon auspicious Gales shall wait
Thy spreading Sails! But e'er thou leav'st the Shoar,
An Hecatomb must bleed! Fierce Æole's Wrath,
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And, conscious of neglected Rites, obeys.
Mean while Aurora Titan's Bed forsook,
And drove the dusky Shades of Night away,
When from their Ships the busy Trojans croud,
And with repeated Echoes fill the Coast.
The Sacrifices duely first perform'd,
Eager they labour at their destin'd Course:
Dry Land no more the moving Fleet contains.
Three Thousand Trojans in Thrice Twenty Ships
To Brutus Forces Corinæus joins,
And now Three Hundred Vessels, proudly arm'd,
Upon the Tyrrhene Waves triumphant ride.
And drove the dusky Shades of Night away,
When from their Ships the busy Trojans croud,
And with repeated Echoes fill the Coast.
The Sacrifices duely first perform'd,
Eager they labour at their destin'd Course:
Dry Land no more the moving Fleet contains.
Three Thousand Trojans in Thrice Twenty Ships
To Brutus Forces Corinæus joins,
And now Three Hundred Vessels, proudly arm'd,
Upon the Tyrrhene Waves triumphant ride.
By Dian led, and urg'd by Fate's Decrees,
The Western World impatient to explore,
They plough their Way thro' the cærulean Plain.
Trembling beneath the Weight old Ocean foams,
And now, rejoycing, the Tyrrhenian Strand
They lose, and Palinurum seems to fly.
The Western World impatient to explore,
They plough their Way thro' the cærulean Plain.
Trembling beneath the Weight old Ocean foams,
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They lose, and Palinurum seems to fly.
Long while, with
Eurus in the swelling Sail,
They cut the liquid Way. Th' Æolian Rocks,
And sooty Vulcan's fuming Seats they pass.
Next Caralis arises, and its Isle:
And now behind upon the Right they leave
The Baleares with their savage Race,
Ill cover'd by the Spoils of hunted Beasts,
And fam'd for Slings. Near these Orphiusa stands,
The barren Nursery of Serpents dire.
Now tow'rds the Left to Mauritania's Shoar
The Pilot leads: Malvana's Stream they taste,
And here the weary Host awhile repos'd.
They cut the liquid Way. Th' Æolian Rocks,
And sooty Vulcan's fuming Seats they pass.
Next Caralis arises, and its Isle:
And now behind upon the Right they leave
The Baleares with their savage Race,
Ill cover'd by the Spoils of hunted Beasts,
And fam'd for Slings. Near these Orphiusa stands,
The barren Nursery of Serpents dire.
Now tow'rds the Left to Mauritania's Shoar
The Pilot leads: Malvana's Stream they taste,
And here the weary Host awhile repos'd.
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Refresh'd, the well-stor'd Vessels they regain,
And soon with Silence, and Amaze behold
Calpe, and Abyla's enormous Height,
Once join'd, 'till sever'd by the Son of Jove:
So ancient Legends tell. Th' Herculean Bounds
They tremble to exceed, and wond'ring view
The streight'ning Coasts, and feel the warring Tides.
And soon with Silence, and Amaze behold
Calpe, and Abyla's enormous Height,
Once join'd, 'till sever'd by the Son of Jove:
So ancient Legends tell. Th' Herculean Bounds
They tremble to exceed, and wond'ring view
The streight'ning Coasts, and feel the warring Tides.
The vast Atlantic Seas at length they find,
When pale Philastron cry'd—O Dardan Chief!
Not Palinurus self of old had pass'd
Alcides Pillars, or beheld, unmov'd,
Yon boundless Main! The great Hesperian Deep
Our Fleet receives. Now more tumultuous Waves,
Ye Trojans, and far louder Storms attend!
Who can unfold what Monsters here are bred,
What Rocks lye hid? 'tis now 'tis now ye need
A
Lynx's Eyes, and all Philastron's Skill!
When pale Philastron cry'd—O Dardan Chief!
Not Palinurus self of old had pass'd
Alcides Pillars, or beheld, unmov'd,
Yon boundless Main! The great Hesperian Deep
Our Fleet receives. Now more tumultuous Waves,
Ye Trojans, and far louder Storms attend!
Who can unfold what Monsters here are bred,
What Rocks lye hid? 'tis now 'tis now ye need
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He said, and onward to the Ocean wide
Against contending Streams they force the Way.
And now from Ship to Ship the Dardans boast,
First of the Trojan Race to have essay'd,
The Perils of this unfrequented Main.
Against contending Streams they force the Way.
And now from Ship to Ship the Dardans boast,
First of the Trojan Race to have essay'd,
The Perils of this unfrequented Main.
Still from the East the heaving Canvas fills,
And thro' these Seas unknown they form their Course,
When sage Philastron from unerring Signs
A future Storm presag'd, and now beholds
The coming Tempest, and approach'd the Land.
And thro' these Seas unknown they form their Course,
When sage Philastron from unerring Signs
A future Storm presag'd, and now beholds
The coming Tempest, and approach'd the Land.
He gains
Tartessos, where the Sons of Tyre
A spacious Haven, and high Tow'rs had form'd,
From whence th' industrious Race, intent on Gain,
Might visit all th' Hesperian Coast around,
And e'en in Thule's Isle remote exchange
Their Orient Wealth from spicy Ind convey'd.
Amilcar was their Chief. Scarce had he seen
Their Fleet, and ken'd from far the Grecian Sails,
When jealous of their Force, and rival Pow'r,
The close Phœnician in his Mind revolv'd
Deceitful Wiles, and thus to Maia's Son.
A spacious Haven, and high Tow'rs had form'd,
From whence th' industrious Race, intent on Gain,
Might visit all th' Hesperian Coast around,
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Their Orient Wealth from spicy Ind convey'd.
Amilcar was their Chief. Scarce had he seen
Their Fleet, and ken'd from far the Grecian Sails,
When jealous of their Force, and rival Pow'r,
The close Phœnician in his Mind revolv'd
Deceitful Wiles, and thus to Maia's Son.
Offspring of Jove! Protector of our Art!
Whose sacred Altars never cease to blaze
In Sidon fam'd for Arts, or wealthy Tyre,
Thy new rais'd Walls defend! Confound the Foes,
Who dare, great Pow'r thy Mysteries explore,
And share the Empire of Atlantic Seas!
Whose sacred Altars never cease to blaze
In Sidon fam'd for Arts, or wealthy Tyre,
Thy new rais'd Walls defend! Confound the Foes,
Who dare, great Pow'r thy Mysteries explore,
And share the Empire of Atlantic Seas!
Thus ends the Pray'r, when from the Shoar he feigns
Signals of Peace, and opens all his Port.
The barring Chains remov'd, the Vessels sail
Beneath the lofty
Pharus, and secure
From threat'ning Winds on the smooth Bason ride.
Signals of Peace, and opens all his Port.
The barring Chains remov'd, the Vessels sail
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From threat'ning Winds on the smooth Bason ride.
Thus weary Travellers in pathless Woods
With Joy believe the false Hyæna's Voice,
And venture to the Den, where she prepares
Her murd'rous Jaws, and meditates on Blood.
With Joy believe the false Hyæna's Voice,
And venture to the Den, where she prepares
Her murd'rous Jaws, and meditates on Blood.
Mean while, to Dian in Olympus thus
Hermes, the swift-wing'd Messenger of Jove.
Hermes, the swift-wing'd Messenger of Jove.
Chaste Daughter of Latona, still thou seem'st
Anxious for wandring Brute: Within my Walls
Securely he shall rest amidst his Foes.
Their stubborn Hearts with Terrors will I shake,
And thy lov'd Hero shall in Peace proceed.
Jove best the Laws of Destiny can tell,
Who shuts from us with Adamantine Bars
The sacred Records of unalter'd Fate.
Yet surely this is he, of whom 'twas nois'd
Thro' high Olympus, that his active Sons
More Altars to Cyllenius shou'd raise,
Than all the Eastern Nations I defend.
Anxious for wandring Brute: Within my Walls
Securely he shall rest amidst his Foes.
Their stubborn Hearts with Terrors will I shake,
And thy lov'd Hero shall in Peace proceed.
Jove best the Laws of Destiny can tell,
Who shuts from us with Adamantine Bars
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Yet surely this is he, of whom 'twas nois'd
Thro' high Olympus, that his active Sons
More Altars to Cyllenius shou'd raise,
Than all the Eastern Nations I defend.
He said, when thus bright Cynthia return'd.
Hard tho' it seems, O Hermes, to unfold
The Register of Time: Yet we have hear'd,
The Progeny of Brute will reign secure,
While the Earth-shaking God shall be ador'd!
And know'st thou not, 'twas rumour'd here above,
How to a Race from Troy in Years to come
The Empire of the Ocean should descend?
Decrees, we're told, in ancient Saturn's Reign,
Obscurely spoke of Brute, a Dardan Line,
Riches, reviving Liberty, and Arts,
The Muses Seats, and new discover'd Worlds.
Thus far our mighty Sire himself declar'd,
And, in the Synod of assembled Gods,
Pronounc'd, that Brutus was the Hero chose,
To raise the lasting Throne of Albion,
And consecrate to my immortal Name
Such solid Tow'rs as Age shall ne'er destroy!
On Alba's Hills, e'er Phoebus he provok'd,
Oft with the Dawn I met him in the Chace;
Oft, till the Night's Return the foaming Boar,
Or nimble Hind we drove along the Plains;
Nor Meleager, nor Hippolytus
Were e'er so dreaded by the Silvan Herds.
Hard tho' it seems, O Hermes, to unfold
The Register of Time: Yet we have hear'd,
The Progeny of Brute will reign secure,
While the Earth-shaking God shall be ador'd!
And know'st thou not, 'twas rumour'd here above,
How to a Race from Troy in Years to come
The Empire of the Ocean should descend?
Decrees, we're told, in ancient Saturn's Reign,
Obscurely spoke of Brute, a Dardan Line,
Riches, reviving Liberty, and Arts,
The Muses Seats, and new discover'd Worlds.
Thus far our mighty Sire himself declar'd,
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Pronounc'd, that Brutus was the Hero chose,
To raise the lasting Throne of Albion,
And consecrate to my immortal Name
Such solid Tow'rs as Age shall ne'er destroy!
On Alba's Hills, e'er Phoebus he provok'd,
Oft with the Dawn I met him in the Chace;
Oft, till the Night's Return the foaming Boar,
Or nimble Hind we drove along the Plains;
Nor Meleager, nor Hippolytus
Were e'er so dreaded by the Silvan Herds.
Here Dian, ending, sought the Carian Coast,
And Latmus where her lov'd Endymion lies,
While to Tartessos Hermes bent his Flight.
And Latmus where her lov'd Endymion lies,
While to Tartessos Hermes bent his Flight.
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With Semblance fair, and mild Amilcar gains
The Trojan Faith, now smiles, now seems to weep,
And feel the wond'rous Story of their Toils;
But soon as all concealing Night arose,
And Darkness, fit for treacherous Intent,
The faithless Pirate his dire Council calls,
And thus his Breast perfidious unfolds.
The Trojan Faith, now smiles, now seems to weep,
And feel the wond'rous Story of their Toils;
But soon as all concealing Night arose,
And Darkness, fit for treacherous Intent,
The faithless Pirate his dire Council calls,
And thus his Breast perfidious unfolds.
O Tyrians, who still my Fortunes share,
Whether upon the Seas, content to rove,
We widely course, uncertain of our Prey,
Or, safer, wander still from Shoar, to Shoar,
Spreading our Eastern Treasures to receive
The Wealth of distant Lands! Where'er we range,
I've found Obedience follow my Commands.
O now be faithful to yourselves, and me!
Three Hundred Ships, and sure from Neptune's Ire,
Here have their Refuge sought: Here may they find
More cruel Storms, and perish in our Hands!
Our Fury shou'd these Trojans once evade,
Their Sons, our antient Oracles declare,
Far wider o'er the Ocean shall command
Than Sidon, Tyre, and new Carthago's Pow'rs.
No Matter by what Arts our Rivals fall!
No Tortures are too horrid for our Foes,
Or Treasons dark, that can our Sway support!
Gold is our God, our Honour is our Gain!
Whether upon the Seas, content to rove,
We widely course, uncertain of our Prey,
Or, safer, wander still from Shoar, to Shoar,
Spreading our Eastern Treasures to receive
The Wealth of distant Lands! Where'er we range,
I've found Obedience follow my Commands.
O now be faithful to yourselves, and me!
Three Hundred Ships, and sure from Neptune's Ire,
Here have their Refuge sought: Here may they find
More cruel Storms, and perish in our Hands!
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Their Sons, our antient Oracles declare,
Far wider o'er the Ocean shall command
Than Sidon, Tyre, and new Carthago's Pow'rs.
No Matter by what Arts our Rivals fall!
No Tortures are too horrid for our Foes,
Or Treasons dark, that can our Sway support!
Gold is our God, our Honour is our Gain!
Here Hermes hardy Narbal's Form assumes,
Narbal grown old in Spoil, and thus began.
Narbal grown old in Spoil, and thus began.
Amilcar sage, full well dost thou advise,
And pleas'd we hear; but who shall dare attempt
These wary Trojans, and well guarded Ships?
Once in Illyrium these Eyes beheld
This Brutus war. What Courage, and what Force?
How strong his Arm? How boldly he advanc'd?
What Wonders did his Sword, and Spear perform?
I saw him too, as in the Isles of Greece
I winter'd with my Bark, in Feats of Strength,
And martial Games the Grecian Youth amaze,
And, like Alcides, all their Efforts foil.
Who shall his Arms resist? Or who destroy
That warlike Hero, second to this Man,
Him, who commands those Vessels, which oppose
Our Harbour's Entrance, of enormous Size,
And dreadful Aspect, Corinæus call'd?
And pleas'd we hear; but who shall dare attempt
These wary Trojans, and well guarded Ships?
Once in Illyrium these Eyes beheld
This Brutus war. What Courage, and what Force?
How strong his Arm? How boldly he advanc'd?
What Wonders did his Sword, and Spear perform?
I saw him too, as in the Isles of Greece
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And martial Games the Grecian Youth amaze,
And, like Alcides, all their Efforts foil.
Who shall his Arms resist? Or who destroy
That warlike Hero, second to this Man,
Him, who commands those Vessels, which oppose
Our Harbour's Entrance, of enormous Size,
And dreadful Aspect, Corinæus call'd?
He said, and vanish'd in the guilty Croud:
Pale Fear th' Assembly seiz'd. In vain Designs
Amilcar's bloody Ministers, perplex'd,
The Night consume. And now the Morn arose,
And now Salpirus, whom the watchful Chief
Had ever by his Side, Salpirus known
Throughout the Host, and honour'd in the Field
From the high Deck, where Brutus sought Repose,
Thrice sounds aloud his brazen Clarion,
Known Signal to depart. The Port around,
The lofty Tow'rs, and far extended Moles
As oft re-echo to the martial Voice.
Strait on the Masts the loosen'd Canvas fell,
And to their nimble Oars the Vessels move,
While daring Corinæus leads the Van.
And now the Navy meets the Ocean's Wave,
High-swelling, and the Sea with Murmur hoarse
Confess'd the Tempest past. The Tyrians
Reluctant from the Shoar with envious Eyes
The parting Fleet pursue, when thus, inrag'd,
Amilcar Silence broke. God of the Seas,
Who with thy massy Trident canst o'erturn
The vast Abyss, till Earth's Foundations move,
And from the hollow Center frighted Hell
Trembles to hear thy Fury! See, great Pow'r,
An exil'd Stranger plough th' Atlantic Main!
A wand'ring Particide of Dardan Race
Unhurt, and unmolested leaves behind
Th' Herculean Bounds, and triumphs on our Seas,
Seas given unto us alone to range.
If e'er our Pray'rs, our Hecatombs avail'd,
Revenge thy faithful Sons! Let thy big Waves
Roll o'er his impious Head! May Tempests, Rocks,
And all the hidden Horrors of the Deep
Exterminate the proud, audacious Foe!
Pale Fear th' Assembly seiz'd. In vain Designs
Amilcar's bloody Ministers, perplex'd,
The Night consume. And now the Morn arose,
And now Salpirus, whom the watchful Chief
Had ever by his Side, Salpirus known
Throughout the Host, and honour'd in the Field
From the high Deck, where Brutus sought Repose,
Thrice sounds aloud his brazen Clarion,
Known Signal to depart. The Port around,
The lofty Tow'rs, and far extended Moles
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Strait on the Masts the loosen'd Canvas fell,
And to their nimble Oars the Vessels move,
While daring Corinæus leads the Van.
And now the Navy meets the Ocean's Wave,
High-swelling, and the Sea with Murmur hoarse
Confess'd the Tempest past. The Tyrians
Reluctant from the Shoar with envious Eyes
The parting Fleet pursue, when thus, inrag'd,
Amilcar Silence broke. God of the Seas,
Who with thy massy Trident canst o'erturn
The vast Abyss, till Earth's Foundations move,
And from the hollow Center frighted Hell
Trembles to hear thy Fury! See, great Pow'r,
An exil'd Stranger plough th' Atlantic Main!
A wand'ring Particide of Dardan Race
Unhurt, and unmolested leaves behind
Th' Herculean Bounds, and triumphs on our Seas,
Seas given unto us alone to range.
If e'er our Pray'rs, our Hecatombs avail'd,
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Roll o'er his impious Head! May Tempests, Rocks,
And all the hidden Horrors of the Deep
Exterminate the proud, audacious Foe!
Thus Neptune he implor'd, to ardent Pray'r
Joining religious Sacrifice, and Vows,
Till from his Sight the hated Ships withdrew.
Joining religious Sacrifice, and Vows,
Till from his Sight the hated Ships withdrew.
Bætis they pass, and
Anas, vagrant Stream,
Which, like the fond Alphæus, hath been fam'd
Long way thro' subterranean Vaults to steal,
And hide from mortal Eyes its doubtful Course.
The sacred Promontory next they gain,
When sudden from the wat'ry South arose
With stormy Show'rs no inauspicious Blast,
And drove, impetuous, along the Coast,
Till golden Tagus, Ulyssippo's Tow'rs,
Monda, and Minius were left behind,
Nor ends the hasty Course till they behold
Artabrum, and the black Trileucian Rocks.
Here ceas'd the rapid Wind, a gentler Gale
Succeeds, and to the vast Cantabrian Gulf
Slowly they move: The long neglected Oar
Seconds the scarce half animated Sail,
And in a ling'ring Calm the Breeze expires.
Which, like the fond Alphæus, hath been fam'd
Long way thro' subterranean Vaults to steal,
And hide from mortal Eyes its doubtful Course.
The sacred Promontory next they gain,
When sudden from the wat'ry South arose
With stormy Show'rs no inauspicious Blast,
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Till golden Tagus, Ulyssippo's Tow'rs,
Monda, and Minius were left behind,
Nor ends the hasty Course till they behold
Artabrum, and the black Trileucian Rocks.
Here ceas'd the rapid Wind, a gentler Gale
Succeeds, and to the vast Cantabrian Gulf
Slowly they move: The long neglected Oar
Seconds the scarce half animated Sail,
And in a ling'ring Calm the Breeze expires.
The
Trojans oft with the returning Tides
Drive adverse, and in vain the Winds implore.
What cou'd alone the Rowers Toils avail?
Auster the sad Philastron oft invokes;
But neither he, or Eurus hear'd his Plaint;
Nor on the liquid Fields did Zephyr sport,
Nor Boreas, rude Tyrant of the Main.
The Waves, fleet Daughters of the wanton Winds,
Silent from the cærulean Waste withdrew,
And from their ouzey Beds, and low Retreats
Panting for Breath the Monsters of the Deep
The Surface gain, impatient to devour
Th' incircling Air, and catch some passing Breeze.
The Birds, who haunt the Seas, and lonely Shoars,
Heavy, and faint fly o'er the noisom Flood,
And floating Sedge, with rank, and viscous Scum
Threaten Stagnation to the wat'ry Realms.
Drive adverse, and in vain the Winds implore.
What cou'd alone the Rowers Toils avail?
Auster the sad Philastron oft invokes;
But neither he, or Eurus hear'd his Plaint;
Nor on the liquid Fields did Zephyr sport,
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The Waves, fleet Daughters of the wanton Winds,
Silent from the cærulean Waste withdrew,
And from their ouzey Beds, and low Retreats
Panting for Breath the Monsters of the Deep
The Surface gain, impatient to devour
Th' incircling Air, and catch some passing Breeze.
The Birds, who haunt the Seas, and lonely Shoars,
Heavy, and faint fly o'er the noisom Flood,
And floating Sedge, with rank, and viscous Scum
Threaten Stagnation to the wat'ry Realms.
In this unactive State th' aspiring Son
Of Silvius mourn'd o'er his useless Arms,
And chid slow Time, and chid the absent Winds,
That thus oppos'd his Labour, and his Fame.
From the high Vessel Corinæus rag'd,
Tir'd of inglorious Ease. Each warlike Chief
Complain'd, and ev'ry Trojan longs for Toil.
Of Silvius mourn'd o'er his useless Arms,
And chid slow Time, and chid the absent Winds,
That thus oppos'd his Labour, and his Fame.
From the high Vessel Corinæus rag'd,
Tir'd of inglorious Ease. Each warlike Chief
Complain'd, and ev'ry Trojan longs for Toil.
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Mean while great Neptune from the
equal Sons
Of Memnon, whence the Nile obscurely flows,
To Heav'n returning, as on Atlas Crown
He stay'd, the distant Fleet from far surveys,
And shook his briny Locks, and thus inrag'd.
Of Memnon, whence the Nile obscurely flows,
To Heav'n returning, as on Atlas Crown
He stay'd, the distant Fleet from far surveys,
And shook his briny Locks, and thus inrag'd.
Wisely, Amilcar at our sacred Fane
Still daily for dire Vengeance dost thou sue!
So numerous a Host, a Fleet so strong
Never before th' Atlantic Water press'd.
Laomedon's foul Treachery, and Troy
With its deceitful Race were long forgot;
But these their daring and ambitious Sons
My sleeping Fury rouze, and call aloud
For twofold Rage! Shall Oceans I deny'd
To
Jove's unconquer'd Sons, Seas I had shut
From all Invaders, save the Ships of Tyre,
Be plough'd by wand'ring Slaves in hostile Arms,
By Fugitives, escap'd from Grecian Chains,
From Insults, Tasks, and vile Captivity?
Still daily for dire Vengeance dost thou sue!
So numerous a Host, a Fleet so strong
Never before th' Atlantic Water press'd.
Laomedon's foul Treachery, and Troy
With its deceitful Race were long forgot;
But these their daring and ambitious Sons
My sleeping Fury rouze, and call aloud
For twofold Rage! Shall Oceans I deny'd
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From all Invaders, save the Ships of Tyre,
Be plough'd by wand'ring Slaves in hostile Arms,
By Fugitives, escap'd from Grecian Chains,
From Insults, Tasks, and vile Captivity?
He said, and wonder'd at their Naval Force,
And bold Attempt, yet, more alarm'd, observ'd
The Calm, and fearing for his sick'ning Floods,
Summon'd the lurking Winds each to his Charge,
To scour the Seas, and shake old Ocean's Seat.
And bold Attempt, yet, more alarm'd, observ'd
The Calm, and fearing for his sick'ning Floods,
Summon'd the lurking Winds each to his Charge,
To scour the Seas, and shake old Ocean's Seat.
So when from his high Throne Almighty Jove
Views with paternal Care some favour'd State
Sunk in unactive Peace, too long indulg'd
In Ease, and soft Repose, the Guardian Pow'r
With all his Terror arms the God of War,
And sends him forth, to purge the sloathful Land.
Views with paternal Care some favour'd State
Sunk in unactive Peace, too long indulg'd
In Ease, and soft Repose, the Guardian Pow'r
With all his Terror arms the God of War,
And sends him forth, to purge the sloathful Land.
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At Neptune's loud Commands th' Æolian God
Starts from his Bed, and Deiopeia's Breast.
Where long dissolv'd in sweet Delights he lay,
And from their Caverns, and obscure Retreats
Compells his lazy Troops. With Echoes hoarse,
Loud-bellowing, from forth the hollow Rocks
They croud, delated on the wide Abyss,
And furrow with their angry Breath the Plains,
Where late fair Panope amidst the Nymphs,
Her blew-ey'd Sisters, play'd. The Trojan Host
With Horror seis'd the dreadful Change behold.
Now on a swelling Mountain's foaming Head
Uplifted to the Clouds, now sinking low,
As in some Vale profound, th' enormous Waves,
And Wonders of the Ocean they survey,
Trembling, and pale. The Pilot, all amaz'd,
Torn from th' ungovernable Helm, with Pain
Maintains th' uncertain Board. Benumbing Cold
Obstructs the Mariners, and Death appears
Before each gastly Face. Part are ingulf'd,
Part scatter'd wide on the Pictavian Shoar.
Starts from his Bed, and Deiopeia's Breast.
Where long dissolv'd in sweet Delights he lay,
And from their Caverns, and obscure Retreats
Compells his lazy Troops. With Echoes hoarse,
Loud-bellowing, from forth the hollow Rocks
They croud, delated on the wide Abyss,
And furrow with their angry Breath the Plains,
Where late fair Panope amidst the Nymphs,
Her blew-ey'd Sisters, play'd. The Trojan Host
With Horror seis'd the dreadful Change behold.
Now on a swelling Mountain's foaming Head
Uplifted to the Clouds, now sinking low,
As in some Vale profound, th' enormous Waves,
And Wonders of the Ocean they survey,
Trembling, and pale. The Pilot, all amaz'd,
Torn from th' ungovernable Helm, with Pain
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Obstructs the Mariners, and Death appears
Before each gastly Face. Part are ingulf'd,
Part scatter'd wide on the Pictavian Shoar.
End of the fourth Book.
Another River of the same Country, now the Guadiana. Authors have pretended that it runs some Way under Ground. Its Course is very long, and winding.
A River of Arcadia, that was fabled to be in Love with the Fountain Arethusa in Sicily, and to work its Way under the Sea to join her.
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