And know my ships are my peculiar care.
With greater ease the bold Rutulian may,
With hissing brands, attempt to burn the sea,
Than singe my sacred pines. But you, my charge,
Loos'd from your crooked anchors, launch at large,

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Exalted each a nymph: forsake the sand,
And swim the seas, at Cybele's command."
No sooner had the goddess ceas'd to speak,
When, lo! th' obedient ships their halsers break;
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They plunge their prows, and dive, and spring again:
As many beauteous maids the billows

sweep,

As rode before tall vessels on the deep.

The foes, surpris'd with wonder, stood aghast:
Messapus curb'd his fiery courser's haste;

Old Tyber roar'd, and, raising up his head,

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Call'd back his waters to their oozy bed.

Turnus alone, undaunted, bore the shock,

And with these words his trembling troops bespoke: "These monsters for the Trojan's fate are meant,

And are by Jove for black

presages sent.

He takes the cowards' last relief

away;

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For fly they cannot, and, constrain❜d to stay,
Must yield unfought, a base inglorious prey.
The liquid half of all the globe is lost:

Heav'n shuts the seas; and we secure the coast.
There is no more than that small spot of ground,
Which myriads of our martial men surround.
Their fates I fear not, or vain oracles.

'Twas giv'n to Venus, they should cross the seas,
And land secure upon the Latian plains:
Their promis'd hour is pass'd, and mine remains.
"Tis in the fate of Turnus, to destroy,

With sword and fire, the faithless race of Troy.
Shall such affronts as these, alone, inflame
The Grecian brothers, and the Grecian name?
My cause and theirs is one; a fatal strife,
And final ruin, for a ravish'd wife.

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Was't not enough, that, punish'd for the crime,
They fell-but will they fall a second time?
One would have thought they paid enough before,

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To curse the costly sex, and durst offend no more. Can they securely trust their feeble wall,

A slight partition, a thin interval,

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Betwixt their fate and them; when Troy, though

built

By hands divine, yet perish'd by their guilt?

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Lend me, for once, my friends, your valiant hands,
To force from out their lines these dastard bands.
Less than a thousand ships will end this war:
Nor Vulcan needs his fated arms prepare.
Let all the Tuscans, all th’Arcadians join!
Nor these, nor those, shall frustrate my design.
Let them not fear the treasons of the night,
The robb'd Palladium, the pretended flight:
Our onset shall be made in open light.

No wooden engine shall their town betray:
Fires they shall have around, but fires by day.
No Grecian babes before their camp appear,

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Whom Hector's arms detain'd to the tenth tardy

year.

Now, since the sun is rolling to the west,

Give we the silent night to needful rest:

Refresh your bodies, and your arms prepare:
The morn shall end the small remains of war."

The post of honour to Messapus falls,

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To keep the nightly guard; to watch the walls;
To pitch the fires at distances around,

And close the Trojans in their scanty ground.

Twice sev'n Rutulian captains ready stand;

And twice sev'n hundred horse these chiefs command; All clad in shining arms the works invest;

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Each, with a radiant helm, and waving crest. Stretch'd at their length, they press the grassy

ground;

They laugh; they sing-(the jolly bowls go round)—
With lights and cheerful fires renew the day,

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The Trojans, from above, their foes beheld,
And with arm'd legions all the rampires fill'd.
Seiz'd with affright, their gates they first explore;
Join works to works with bridges, tow'r to tow'r:
Thus all things needful for defence abound:
Mnestheus and brave Serestus walk the round,

Commission'd by their absent prince to share
The common danger, and divide the care.
The soldiers draw their lots, and, as they fall,
By turns relieve each other on the wall.

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Nigh where the foes their utmost guards ad

vance,

To watch the gate was warlike Nisus' chance.

His father Hyrtacus of noble blood;

His mother was a huntress of the wood,

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His lance in fight, and dart the flying spear,

But better skill'd unerring shafts to send.
Beside him stood Euryalus, his friend-
Euryalus, than whom the Trojan host

No fairer face, or sweeter air, could boast.
Scarce had the down to shade his cheeks begun.
One was their care, and their delight was one.
One common hazard in the war they shar'd;

And now were both by choice upon the guard.

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Then Nisus thus: "Or do the gods inspire 235 This warmth, or make we gods of our desire?

A gen'rous ardour boils within my breast,

Eager of action, enemy to rest:

This urges me to fight, and fires my mind,

To leave a memorable name behind.

Thou seest the foe secure; how faintly shine

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