I SING of anns, I sing of him, who from the Trojan Iand Thrust forth by Fate, to Italy and that Lavinian strand First came all tost ahut was he on earth and on the deep By heavenly might for Junos wrath, that had no mind to sleep And plenteous war he underwent ere he his town might frame And set his Gods in Latian earth, whence is the Latin name, And father-folk of Alba-town, and wdIs of mighty Rome. Say, Muse, what wound of godhead was whereby dl this must came, How grieving, she, the Queen of Cods, a man so pious drave To win such toil, to welter on through such a ublous --Can anger in immortal minds abide so fierce and fell wave There was a city of old time where Tytian folk did dwell, Called Carthage, facing far away the shores of Italy And Tiber-mouth fulfilled of wealth and fierce in arms was she, And men say Juno loved her well oer every other land, Yea een oer Samos there were stored the weapons of her hand, And there her chariot even then she cherished the intent To make her Lady of all Lands, if Fate might so be bent Yet had she heard how such a stem from Trojan blood should grow, As, blooming fair, the Tyrian towers should one day overthrow, That hence a folk, kings far and wide, most noble lords of fight, Should come for bane of Libyan Iand such web the Parca dight The Seed of Saturn, fearing this, and mindful how she erst For her beloved Argive walls by Tmy the battle nursed- - Nay neither had the cause of wrath nor all those hurts of old Failed from her mind her inmost heart still sorely did enfold That grief of body set at nought in Paris doomful deed, The hated race, and honour shed on heaven-rapt Ganymede- So set on fire, that Trojan band oer all the ocean tost, Those gleanings from Achilles rage, those few the Greeks bad lost,............