Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc’d by fate, And haughty Juno’s unrelenting hate, Expell’d and exil’d, left the Trojan shore. Long labours, both by sea and land, he bore, And in the doubtful war, be...

All were attentive to the godlike man, When from his lofty couch he thus began: “Great queen, what you command me to relate Renews the sad remembrance of our fate: An empire from its old foundations r...

When Heav’n had overturn’d the Trojan state And Priam’s throne, by too severe a fate; When ruin’d Troy became the Grecians’ prey, And Ilium’s lofty tow’rs in ashes lay; Warn’d by celestial omens, we r...

But anxious cares already seiz’d the queen: She fed within her veins a flame unseen; The hero’s valour, acts, and birth inspire Her soul with love, and fan the secret fire. His words, his looks, impri...

Meantime the Trojan cuts his wat’ry way, Fix’d on his voyage, thro’ the curling sea; Then, casting back his eyes, with dire amaze, Sees on the Punic shore the mounting blaze. The cause unknown; yet hi...

He said, and wept; then spread his sails before The winds, and reach’d at length the Cumaean shore: Their anchors dropp’d, his crew the vessels moor. They turn their heads to sea, their sterns to land...

And thou, O matron of immortal fame, Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name; Cajeta still the place is call’d from thee, The nurse of great Aeneas’ infancy. Here rest thy bones in rich Hesperia’s...

When Turnus had assembled all his pow’rs, His standard planted on Laurentum’s tow’rs; When now the sprightly trumpet, from afar, Had giv’n the signal of approaching war, Had rous’d the neighing steeds...

While these affairs in distant places pass’d, The various Iris Juno sends with haste, To find bold Turnus, who, with anxious thought, The secret shade of his great grandsire sought. Retir’d alone she ...

The gates of heav’n unfold: Jove summons all The gods to council in the common hall. Sublimely seated, he surveys from far The fields, the camp, the fortune of the war, And all th’ inferior world. Fro...

Scarce had the rosy Morning rais’d her head Above the waves, and left her wat’ry bed; The pious chief, whom double cares attend For his unburied soldiers and his friend, Yet first to Heav’n perform’d ...

When Turnus saw the Latins leave the field, Their armies broken, and their courage quell’d, Himself become the mark of public spite, His honour question’d for the promis’d fight; The more he was with ...