This passage describes the origins and journey of Aeneas, who was fated to flee burning Troy and travel to Italy to establish the city that would become Rome. It focuses on the wrath of Juno, queen of the gods, who resented the Trojans and sought to prevent them from reaching Italy through storms and hardship at sea. The summary concludes by noting Juno's frustration that, despite her divine power, she has been unable to stop Aeneas and the Trojans from fulfilling their destiny.
This passage describes the origins and journey of Aeneas, who was fated to flee burning Troy and travel to Italy to establish the city that would become Rome. It focuses on the wrath of Juno, queen of the gods, who resented the Trojans and sought to prevent them from reaching Italy through storms and hardship at sea. The summary concludes by noting Juno's frustration that, despite her divine power, she has been unable to stop Aeneas and the Trojans from fulfilling their destiny.
This passage describes the origins and journey of Aeneas, who was fated to flee burning Troy and travel to Italy to establish the city that would become Rome. It focuses on the wrath of Juno, queen of the gods, who resented the Trojans and sought to prevent them from reaching Italy through storms and hardship at sea. The summary concludes by noting Juno's frustration that, despite her divine power, she has been unable to stop Aeneas and the Trojans from fulfilling their destiny.
To Italy, the blest Lavinian strand. Smitten of storms he was on land and sea By violence of Heaven, to satisfy 5 Stern Junos sleepless wrath; and much in war He suffered, seeking at the last to found The city, and bring oer his fathers gods To safe abode in Latium; whence arose The Latin race, old Albas reverend lords, 10 And from her hills wide-walled, imperial Rome. O Muse, the causes tell! What sacrilege, Or vengeful sorrow, moved the heavenly Queen To thrust on dangers dark and endless toil A man whose largest honor in mens eyes 15 Was serving Heaven? Can gods such anger feel? In ages gones an ancient city stood Carthage, a Tyrian seat, which from afar Made front on Italy and on the mouths Of Tibers stream; its wealth and revenues 20 Were vast, and ruthless was its quest of war. T is said that Juno, of all lands she loved, Most cherished this,not Samos self so dear. Here were her arms, her chariot; even then A throne of power oer nations near and far, 25 If Fate opposed not, t was her darling hope To stablish here; but anxiously she heard That of the Trojan blood there was a breed Then rising, which upon the destined day Should utterly oerwhelm her Tyrian towers; 30 A people of wide sway and conquest proud Should compass Libyas doom;such was the web The Fatal Sisters spun. Such was the fear Of Saturns daughter, who remembered well What long and unavailing strife she waged 35 For her loved Greeks at Troy. Nor did she fail To meditate th occasions of her rage, And cherish deep within her bosom proud Its griefs and wrongs: the choice by Paris made; Her scorned and slighted beauty; a whole race 40 Rebellious to her godhead; and Joves smile That beamed on eagle-ravished Ganymede. With all these thoughts infuriate, her power Pursued with tempests oer the boundless main The Trojans, though by Grecian victor spared 45 And fierce Achilles; so she thrust them far From Latium; and they drifted, Heaven-impelled,
Year after year, oer many an unknown sea
O labor vast, to found the Roman line! Below th horizon the Sicilian isle 50 Just sank from view, as for the open sea With heart of hope they said, and every ship Clove with its brazen beak the salt, white waves. But Juno of her everlasting wound Knew no surcease, but from her heart of pain 55 Thus darkly mused: Must I, defeated, fail Of what I will, nor turn the Teucrian King From Italy away? Can Fate oppose? Had Pallas power to lay waste in flame The Argive fleet and sink its mariners, 60 Revenging but the sacrilege obscene By Ajax wrought, Oleus desperate son? She, from the clouds, herself Joves lightning threw, Scattered the ships, and ploughed the sea with storms. Her foe, from his pierced breast out-breathing fire, 65 In whirlwind on a deadly rock she flung. But I, who move among the gods a queen, Joves sister and his spouse, with one weak tribe Make war so long! Who now on Juno calls? What suppliant gifts henceforth her altars crown? 70