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520 P.OVIDII METAMOR-
Quam tantum genuiffe virum , quo praefide
rerum
Uuma.no generi, Superi, caviflis abunde.
JSfeforet hie igitur mort all femine cretus ,760
Ille Deus faciendus erat. quod ut aurea
vidit
JEneae genetrix vidit quoque trifle parari
Pontiflci letum conjurata arma mover i >•
Palluit: & cunclis, ut cuique erat obvia,
Divis,
Adfpice, dieebat 3 quanta mihi mole paren-
tur 765
Infidiae : quant aque caput cum fraude pe-
tatur,
Quod de Dardanio folum mihi rejlat lulo.
Solane Jemper ero jufis exercita curis ?
Quam mo do Ijdidae Calydonia vulneret
hap a,
Nunc male defenfae confundant moenia Tro-
jae. 770
Quae vide am natum longis erroribus aBum,
Jactarique freto, fedesque intrare filentum >
Bellaque cum T'urno gerere > aut, fi vera fa-
te mur ,
Cum Junone magis. quidnunc antiqua recordor
Damna met generis ? timor hie meminiffe
friorum 775
JSfon fmit. in me acui feeler at os cernitis enfes.
Quos prohibete , precor ,• facinusque repellite :
neve
Caede facer dot is flammas exflinguite Vefiae.
Italia nequicquam toto Venus anxia coelo
Verba jacit: Superosque movet. qui rumpere
quamquam 780
Perrea non poffunt veterumdecreta foromm;
Signa tamen luctus dant haud incerta futuri.
Jlrma ferunt nigras inter crepitantia nubes,
rTembilesque tubas y auditaque cornua coelo
Praemonuiffe nefas. Phoebi quoque triflis
imago
Lurida jollicitis praebebat lumina t err is.
Saepe faces vifae mediis ardere fub aflris:
Saepe inter nimbos guttae cecidere cruentae.
Caerulus & vultum ferrugine Lucifer atra
Sparfus erat : fparfi Lunares fanguine cur-
rus. 79°
Triflia mille locis Stygius dedit omina bubo >■
JMille locis lacrimavit ebur : cantusque fe-
runtur
Auditi, fancJis & verba minacia lucis.
Vittima
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P.OVID'S METAMOR-
Thefe are great Deeds ; yet lefs, than to have
giv'n
The World a Lord, in whom, propitious Heav'n ,
When you decreed the Sov'reign Rule to place,
You bleft with lavifti Bounty human Race.
Now left Co great a Prince might feem to rife
Of mortal Stem, his Sire muft reach the Skies;
The beauteous Goddefs, that JEneas bore;
Forefaw it, and forefeeing did deplore;
For well {he knew, her Hero's Fate was nigh,
Devoted by confpiring Arms to die.
Trembling, and pale, to every God, fhe cry'd,
„ Behold, what deep and fubde Arts are try'd,
To end the laft, the only Branch that fprings
From my lulus, and the Dardan Kings! .
How bent they are! how defp'rate to deftroy
,, All that is left me of unhappy Troy I
„ Am I alone by Fate ordain'd to know
„ Uninterrupted Care, and endlefs Woe?
33 Now from Tydides' Spear I feel the Wound:
„ Now Ilium's Tow'rs the hoftile Flames furround:
,, Troy laid in Duft, my exil'd Son I mourn,
„ Thro' angry Seas, and raging Billows born;
,, O'er the wide Deep his wandring Courfe he
bends;
3y Now to the fullen Shades of Styx defcends,
„ With Turnus driv'n at laft fierce Wars to wage
„ Or rather with unpitying Juno's Rage.
„ But why record I now my antient Woes?
„ Senfe of paft Ills in prefent Fears I lofe;
>y On me their Points the impious Daggers throw;
Forbid it, Gods, repel the direful Blow:
If by curfd Weapons Numa's Prieft expires,
3J No longer fhall ye burn, ye veftal Fires.
While fuch Complainings Cypria's Grief difclofe;
In each celeftial Breaft Compaffion rofe:
Not Gods can alter Fate's refiftlefs Will;
Yet they foretold by Signs th' approaching 111.
Dreadful were heard, among the Clouds, Alarms
Of ecchoing Trumpets, and of clafhing Arms;
The Sun's pale Image gave fo faint a Light,
That the fad Earth was almoft veil'd in Night j
The /Ether's Face with fiery Meteors glow'd;
With Storms of Hail were mingled Drops of Blood;
A dusky Hue the Morning Star o'erfpread,
And the Moon's Orb was ftain'd with Spots of Red;
In ev'ry place portentous Shrieks were heard,
The fatal Warnings of th' infernal Bird ;
In ev'ry Place the Marble melts to Tears;
While in the Groves, rever'd thro' length of Years,
Boding, and awful Sounds the Ear invade;
And folemn Mufic warbles thro' the Shade;
No
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Quam tantum genuiffe virum , quo praefide
rerum
Uuma.no generi, Superi, caviflis abunde.
JSfeforet hie igitur mort all femine cretus ,760
Ille Deus faciendus erat. quod ut aurea
vidit
JEneae genetrix vidit quoque trifle parari
Pontiflci letum conjurata arma mover i >•
Palluit: & cunclis, ut cuique erat obvia,
Divis,
Adfpice, dieebat 3 quanta mihi mole paren-
tur 765
Infidiae : quant aque caput cum fraude pe-
tatur,
Quod de Dardanio folum mihi rejlat lulo.
Solane Jemper ero jufis exercita curis ?
Quam mo do Ijdidae Calydonia vulneret
hap a,
Nunc male defenfae confundant moenia Tro-
jae. 770
Quae vide am natum longis erroribus aBum,
Jactarique freto, fedesque intrare filentum >
Bellaque cum T'urno gerere > aut, fi vera fa-
te mur ,
Cum Junone magis. quidnunc antiqua recordor
Damna met generis ? timor hie meminiffe
friorum 775
JSfon fmit. in me acui feeler at os cernitis enfes.
Quos prohibete , precor ,• facinusque repellite :
neve
Caede facer dot is flammas exflinguite Vefiae.
Italia nequicquam toto Venus anxia coelo
Verba jacit: Superosque movet. qui rumpere
quamquam 780
Perrea non poffunt veterumdecreta foromm;
Signa tamen luctus dant haud incerta futuri.
Jlrma ferunt nigras inter crepitantia nubes,
rTembilesque tubas y auditaque cornua coelo
Praemonuiffe nefas. Phoebi quoque triflis
imago
Lurida jollicitis praebebat lumina t err is.
Saepe faces vifae mediis ardere fub aflris:
Saepe inter nimbos guttae cecidere cruentae.
Caerulus & vultum ferrugine Lucifer atra
Sparfus erat : fparfi Lunares fanguine cur-
rus. 79°
Triflia mille locis Stygius dedit omina bubo >■
JMille locis lacrimavit ebur : cantusque fe-
runtur
Auditi, fancJis & verba minacia lucis.
Vittima
33
33
33
P.OVID'S METAMOR-
Thefe are great Deeds ; yet lefs, than to have
giv'n
The World a Lord, in whom, propitious Heav'n ,
When you decreed the Sov'reign Rule to place,
You bleft with lavifti Bounty human Race.
Now left Co great a Prince might feem to rife
Of mortal Stem, his Sire muft reach the Skies;
The beauteous Goddefs, that JEneas bore;
Forefaw it, and forefeeing did deplore;
For well {he knew, her Hero's Fate was nigh,
Devoted by confpiring Arms to die.
Trembling, and pale, to every God, fhe cry'd,
„ Behold, what deep and fubde Arts are try'd,
To end the laft, the only Branch that fprings
From my lulus, and the Dardan Kings! .
How bent they are! how defp'rate to deftroy
,, All that is left me of unhappy Troy I
„ Am I alone by Fate ordain'd to know
„ Uninterrupted Care, and endlefs Woe?
33 Now from Tydides' Spear I feel the Wound:
„ Now Ilium's Tow'rs the hoftile Flames furround:
,, Troy laid in Duft, my exil'd Son I mourn,
„ Thro' angry Seas, and raging Billows born;
,, O'er the wide Deep his wandring Courfe he
bends;
3y Now to the fullen Shades of Styx defcends,
„ With Turnus driv'n at laft fierce Wars to wage
„ Or rather with unpitying Juno's Rage.
„ But why record I now my antient Woes?
„ Senfe of paft Ills in prefent Fears I lofe;
>y On me their Points the impious Daggers throw;
Forbid it, Gods, repel the direful Blow:
If by curfd Weapons Numa's Prieft expires,
3J No longer fhall ye burn, ye veftal Fires.
While fuch Complainings Cypria's Grief difclofe;
In each celeftial Breaft Compaffion rofe:
Not Gods can alter Fate's refiftlefs Will;
Yet they foretold by Signs th' approaching 111.
Dreadful were heard, among the Clouds, Alarms
Of ecchoing Trumpets, and of clafhing Arms;
The Sun's pale Image gave fo faint a Light,
That the fad Earth was almoft veil'd in Night j
The /Ether's Face with fiery Meteors glow'd;
With Storms of Hail were mingled Drops of Blood;
A dusky Hue the Morning Star o'erfpread,
And the Moon's Orb was ftain'd with Spots of Red;
In ev'ry place portentous Shrieks were heard,
The fatal Warnings of th' infernal Bird ;
In ev'ry Place the Marble melts to Tears;
While in the Groves, rever'd thro' length of Years,
Boding, and awful Sounds the Ear invade;
And folemn Mufic warbles thro' the Shade;
No
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