The Aeneid English by Virgil 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 wonThe 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 beganTo 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 madeStout for the war, and studious of their trade: Carthage the name; belov'd by Juno moreThan 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 raceHer Carthage ruin, and her tow'rs deface;Nor thus confin'd, the yoke of sov'reign swayShould on the necks of all the nations lay.She ponder'd this, and fear'd it was in fate;Nor could forget the war she wag'd of lateFor conqu'ring Greece against the Trojan state.Besides, long causes working in her mind, And secret seeds of envy, lay behind;Deep graven in her heart the doom remain'dOf partial Paris, and her form disdain'd;The grace bestow'd on ravish'd Ganymed, Electra's glories, and her injur'd bed.Each was a cause alone; and all combin'dTo kindle vengeance in her haughty mind.For this, far distant from the Latian coastShe drove the remnants of the Trojan host;And sev'n long years th' unhappy wand'ring trainWere toss'd by storms, and scatter'd thro' the main.Such time, such toil, requir'd the Roman name, Such length of labor for so vast a frame. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enrichi