{"product_id":"2940149593163","title":"The Aeneid","description":"Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,\u003cbr\u003eAnd haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,\u003cbr\u003eExpell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.\u003cbr\u003eLong labors, both by sea and land, he bore,\u003cbr\u003eAnd in the doubtful war, before he won\u003cbr\u003eThe Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;\u003cbr\u003eHis banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,\u003cbr\u003eAnd settled sure succession in his line,\u003cbr\u003eFrom whence the race of Alban fathers come,\u003cbr\u003eAnd the long glories of majestic Rome.\u003cbr\u003eO Muse! the causes and the crimes relate;\u003cbr\u003eWhat goddess was provok'd, and whence her hate;\u003cbr\u003eFor what offense the Queen of Heav'n began\u003cbr\u003eTo persecute so brave, so just a man;\u003cbr\u003eInvolv'd his anxious life in endless cares,\u003cbr\u003eExpos'd to wants, and hurried into wars!\u003cbr\u003eCan heav'nly minds such high resentment show,\u003cbr\u003eOr exercise their spite in human woe?\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the Tiber's mouth, but far away,\u003cbr\u003eAn ancient town was seated on the sea;\u003cbr\u003eA Tyrian colony; the people made\u003cbr\u003eStout for the war, and studious of their trade:\u003cbr\u003eCarthage the name; belov'd by Juno more\u003cbr\u003eThan her own Argos, or the Samian shore.\u003cbr\u003eHere stood her chariot; here, if Heav'n were kind,\u003cbr\u003eThe seat of awful empire she design'd.\u003cbr\u003eYet she had heard an ancient rumor fly,\u003cbr\u003e(Long cited by the people of the sky,)\u003cbr\u003eThat times to come should see the Trojan race\u003cbr\u003eHer Carthage ruin, and her tow'rs deface;\u003cbr\u003eNor thus confin'd, the yoke of sov'reign sway\u003cbr\u003eShould on the necks of all the nations lay.\u003cbr\u003eShe ponder'd this, and fear'd it was in fate;\u003cbr\u003eNor could forget the war she wag'd of late\u003cbr\u003eFor conqu'ring Greece against the Trojan state.\u003cbr\u003eBesides, long causes working in her mind,\u003cbr\u003eAnd secret seeds of envy, lay behind;\u003cbr\u003eDeep graven in her heart the doom remain'd\u003cbr\u003eOf partial Paris, and her form disdain'd;\u003cbr\u003eThe grace bestow'd on ravish'd Ganymed,\u003cbr\u003eElectra's glories, and her injur'd bed.\u003cbr\u003eEach was a cause alone; and all combin'd\u003cbr\u003eTo kindle vengeance in her haughty mind.\u003cbr\u003eFor this, far distant from the Latian coast\u003cbr\u003eShe drove the remnants of the Trojan host;\u003cbr\u003eAnd sev'n long years th' unhappy wand'ring train\u003cbr\u003eWere toss'd by storms, and scatter'd thro' the main.\u003cbr\u003eSuch time, such toil, requir'd the Roman name,\u003cbr\u003eSuch length of labor for so vast a frame.\u003cbr\u003eNow scarce the Trojan fleet, with sails and oars,\u003cbr\u003eHad left behind the fair Sicilian shores,\u003cbr\u003eEnt'ring with cheerful shouts the wat'ry reign,\u003cbr\u003eAnd plowing frothy furrows in the main;\u003cbr\u003eWhen, lab'ring still with endless discontent,\u003cbr\u003eThe Queen of Heav'n did thus her fury vent:\u003cbr\u003e\"Then am I vanquish'd? must I yield?\" said she,\u003cbr\u003e\"And must the Trojans reign in Italy?\u003cbr\u003eSo Fate will have it, and Jove adds his force;\u003cbr\u003eNor can my pow'r divert their happy course.\u003cbr\u003eCould angry Pallas, with revengeful spleen,\u003cbr\u003eThe Grecian navy burn, and drown the men?\u003cbr\u003eShe, for the fault of one offending foe,\u003cbr\u003eThe bolts of Jove himself presum'd to throw:\u003cbr\u003eWith whirlwinds from beneath she toss'd the ship,\u003cbr\u003eAnd bare expos'd the bosom of the deep;\u003cbr\u003eThen, as an eagle gripes the trembling game,\u003cbr\u003eThe wretch, yet hissing with her father's flame,\u003cbr\u003eShe strongly seiz'd, and with a burning wound\u003cbr\u003eTransfix'd, and naked, on a rock she bound.\u003cbr\u003eBut I, who walk in awful state above,\u003cbr\u003eThe majesty of heav'n, the sister wife of Jove,\u003cbr\u003eFor length of years my fruitless force employ\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the thin remains of ruin'd Troy!\u003cbr\u003eWhat nations now to Juno's pow'r will pray,\u003cbr\u003eOr off'rings on my slighted altars lay?\"\u003cbr\u003eThus rag'd the goddess; and, with fury fraught.\u003cbr\u003eThe restless regions of the storms she sought,\u003cbr\u003eWhere, in a spacious cave of living stone,\u003cbr\u003eThe tyrant Aeolus, from his airy throne,\u003cbr\u003eWith pow'r imperial curbs the struggling winds,\u003cbr\u003eAnd sounding tempests in dark prisons binds.\u003cbr\u003eThis way and that th' impatient captives tend,\u003cbr\u003eAnd, pressing for release, the mountains rend.\u003cbr\u003eHigh in his hall th' undaunted monarch stands,\u003cbr\u003eAnd shakes his scepter, and their rage commands;\u003cbr\u003eWhich did he not, their unresisted sway\u003cbr\u003eWould sweep the world before them in their way;\u003cbr\u003eEarth, air, and seas thro' empty space would roll,\u003cbr\u003eAnd heav'n would fly before the driving soul.\u003cbr\u003eIn fear of this, the Father of the Gods\u003cbr\u003eConfin'd their fury to those dark abodes,\u003cbr\u003eAnd lock'd 'em safe within, oppress'd with mountain loads;\u003cbr\u003eImpos'd a king, with arbitrary sway,\u003cbr\u003eTo loose their fetters, or their force allay.\u003cbr\u003eTo whom the suppliant queen her pray'rs address'd,\u003cbr\u003eAnd thus the tenor of her suit express'd:\u003cbr\u003e\"O Aeolus! for to thee the King of Heav'n\u003cbr\u003eThe pow'r of tempests and of winds has giv'n;\u003cbr\u003eThy force alone their fury can restrain,\u003cbr\u003eAnd smooth the waves, or swell the troubled main-\u003cbr\u003eA race of wand'ring slaves, abhorr'd by me,\u003cbr\u003eWith prosp'rous passage cut the Tuscan sea;\u003cbr\u003eTo fruitful Italy their course they steer,\u003cbr\u003eAnd for their vanquish'd gods design new temples there.","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47072995508464,"sku":"2940149593163","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149593163_p0.jpg?v=1763719678","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149593163","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}