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To bear the victor's hard commands, or bring
The weight of waters from Hyperia's fpring.
There while you groan beneath the load of life,
They cry, Behold the mighty Hector's wife!
Some haughty Greek, who lives thy tears to fee,
Embitters all thy woes, by naming me.

The thoughts of glory past, and present shame,
A thoufand griefs, fhall waken at the name!
May I lie cold before that dreadful day,
Prefs'd with a load of monumental clay !
Thy Hector wrapt in everlasting sleep,
Shall neither hear thee figh, nor fee thee

weep.

The

The Death of DIDO, from Virgil's Eneid, B. IV.

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Tranflated by Mr. DRYDEN.

WAS dead of night, when weary bodies close
Their eyes in balmy fleep, and foft repofe :

The winds no longer whisper thro' the woods,

Nor murmuring tides difturb the gentle floods.
The ftars in filent order mov'd around,

And peace, with downy wings, was brooding on the ground.

The flocks and herds, and particolour'd fowl,
Which haunt the woods, or fwim the weedy pool;
Stretch'd on the quiet earth fecurely lay,
Forgetting the paft labours of the day.
All elfe of nature's common gift partake ;
Unhappy Dido was alone awake.

Nor fleep or ease the furious queen can find.
Sleep fled her eyes, as quiet fled her mind;

Defpair, and rage, and love, divide her heart:

Defpair and rage had fome, but love the greater part.

Then thus fhe faid within her fecret mind:

What fhall I do, what fuccour can I find!
Become a fuppliant to Hiarba's pride,
And take

my turn, to court and be deny'd!
Shall I with this ungrateful Trojan go,
Forfake an empire, and attend a foe?-
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Himfelf

Himself I refug'd, and his train reliev'd;
'Tis true; but am I fure to be receiv'd?
Can gratitude in Trojan fouls have place!
Laomedon ftill lives in all his race!

Then, fhall I feek alone the churlish crew,
And with my fleet their flying fails purfue?
What force have I but thofe, whom fcarce bofore

I drew reluctant from their native shore ?

Will they again embark at my desire,

Once more fuftain the feas, and quit their fecond Tyre?
Rather with steel thy guilty breast invade,

And take the fortune thou thyfelf hast made.
Your pity, fifter, first seduc'd my mind;
Or feconded too well, what I defign'd.
Thefe dear-bought pleasures had I never known,
Had I continu'd free, and ftill my own;
Avoiding love, I had not found despair :
But shar'd with favage beats the common air.
Like them a lonely life I might have led,
Not mourn'd the living, nor disturb'd the dead.
These thoughts fhe brooded in her anxious breast;
On board, the Trojan found more easy rest.
Refolv'd to fail, in fleep he pafs'd the night;
And order'd all things for his early flight.

To whom once more the winged God appears :
H: former youthful mien and fhape he wears,

And with this new alarm invades his ears.

Sleep'

Sleep't thou, O Goddess-born! and canft thou drown

Thy needful cares, so near a hostile town?
Befet with foes: nor hear'ft the western gales
Invite thy paffage, and inspire thy fails?
She harbours in her heart a furious hate;
And thou shalt find the dire effects too late;
Fix'd on revenge, and obftinate to die:

Hafte fwiftly hence, while thou haft pow'r to fly.
The fea with fhips will foon be cover'd o'er,
And blazing firebrands kindle all the shore.
Prevent her rage, while night obfcures the skies;
And fail before the purple morn arise.

Who knows what hazards thy delay may bring?
Woman's a various and a changeful thing.

Thus Hermes in the dream; then took his flight,
Aloft in air unfeen; and mix'd with night.
Twice warn'd by the celestial messenger,

The pious prince arofe with hafty fear:
Then rouz'd his drowsy train without delay,

Hafte to your barks; your crooked anchors weigh?
And fpread your flying fails, and stand to sea.
A God commands; he ftood before my fight;
And urg'd us once again to speedy flight.
O facred pow'r, what pow'r foe'er thou art,
To thy blefs'd orders I refign my heart:
Lead thou the way; protect thy Trojan bands;
And profper the defign thy will commands.

He faid, and drawing forth his flaming fword,
His thund'ring arm divides the many twisted cord:

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