The Works of Virgil, Translated Into English Verse, by John Dryden an Improved Ed., Containing Many New and Important Corrections of the Errors of Former Editions--The Various Readings from Dryden's Revisal and Ammendments--With Occasional Remarks and (Vo (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1819. Excerpt: ... f And dash'd against the walls the trembling train; C When floods were fill'd with bodies of the slain; When crimson Xanthus, doubtful of his way, Stood up on ridges to behold the sea; (New heaps came tumbling in, and chok'd his way) When your iEneas fought, but fought with odds Of force unequal, and unequal gods; I spread a cloud before the victor's sight, Sustain'd the vanquish'd, and secur'd his flight--Ev'n then secur'd him, when I sought with joy The vow'd destruction of ungrateful Troy. My will's the same: fair goddess fear no more, Your fleet shall safely gain the Latian shore: Their lives are giv'n: one destin'd head alone Shall perish, and for multitudes atone." Thus having arm'd with hopes her anxious mind, His finny team Saturnian Neptune join'd, Then adds the foamy bridle to their jaws, And to the loosen'd reins permits the laws. High on the waves his azure car he guides: C Its axles thunder; and the sea subsides; C And the smooth ocean rolls her silent tides. The tempests fly before their father's face: Trains of inferior gods his triumph grace: And monster whales before their master play, And choirs of Tritons crowd the wat'ry way. The marshal'd pow'rs in equal troops divide To right and left: the gods his better side Inclose; and, on the worse, the Nymphs and Nereids ride. Now smiling hope, with sweet vicissitude, Within the hero's mind his joys renew'd. He calls to raise the masts, the sheets display: The cheerful crew with diligence obey; They scud before the wind, and sail in open sea. A-head of all, the master pilot steers; And, as he leads, the following navy veers. The steeds of Night had travel'd half the sky; The drowsy rowers on their benches lie; When the soft god of sleep, with easy flight, Descends, and draws behind a trail of ...