Where gentle Tiber from his bed beholds

The flowery meadows, and the feeding folds. There end your toils and there your fates provide A quiet-kingdom, and a royal bride :

There fortune fhall the Trojan line restore;

And you for loft Creüfa weep no more.

Fear not that I fhall watch, with fervile fhame,

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Th' imperious looks of fome proud Grecian dame :
Or, stooping to the victor's luft, disgrace
My goddefs-mother, or my royal race.
And now, farewel: the parent of the gods
Restrains my fleeting foul in her abodes :
I truft our common iffue to your care.
She faid and gliding pass'd unseen in air.
I ftrove to speak, but horror ty'd my tongue;
And thrice about her neck my arms I flung:
And thrice, deceiv'd, on vain embraces hung.
Light as an empty dream at break of day,
Or as a blast of wind, the rufh'd away.

Thus, having pafs'd the night in fruitless pain,

I to my longing friends return again.
Amaz'd th' augmented number to behold,
Of men and matrons mix'd, of young and old:
A wretched exil'd crew together brought,
With arms appointed, and with treasure fraught.
Refolv'd, and willing under my command,
To run all hazards both of fea and land.
The morn began, from Ida, to display
Her rofy checks, and Phosphor led the day:

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Before the gates the Grecians took their post:
And all pretence of late relief were lost.

I yield to fate, unwillingly retire,
And, loaded, up the hill convey my fire.