












  19 BC

  THE AENEID

  by Virgil


  BOOK I

  Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
  And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
  Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.
  Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,
  And in the doubtful war, before he won
  The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;
  His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,
  And settled sure succession in his line,
  From whence the race of Alban fathers come,
  And the long glories of majestic Rome.

  O Muse! the causes and the crimes relate;
  What goddess was provok'd, and whence her hate;
  For what offense the Queen of Heav'n began
  To persecute so brave, so just a man;
  Involv'd his anxious life in endless cares,
  Expos'd to wants, and hurried into wars!
  Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,
  Or exercise their spite in human woe?

  Against the Tiber's mouth, but far away,
  An ancient town was seated on the sea;
  A Tyrian colony; the people made
  Stout for the war, and studious of their trade:
  Carthage the name; belov'd by Juno more
  Than her own Argos, or the Samian shore.
  Here stood her chariot; here, if Heav'n were kind,
  The seat of awful empire she design'd.
  Yet she had heard an ancient rumor fly,
  (Long cited by the people of the sky,)
  That times to come should see the Trojan race
  Her Carthage ruin, and her tow'rs def