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hese words were given, me weeping sore, and fain 790 To tell her much, and forth away amid thin air she passed: And there three times about her neck I strove mine arms to cast, And thrice away from out my hands the gathered image streams, E'en as the breathing of the wind or winged thing of dreams. And so at last, the night all spent, I meet my folk anew; And there I found great multitude that fresh unto us drew, And wondered thereat: wives were there, and men, and plenteous youth; All gathered for the faring forth, a hapless crowd forsooth: From everywhere they draw to us, with goods and courage set, To follow o'er the sea where'er my will may lead them yet. 800 And now o'er Ida's topmost ridge at last the day-star rose With dawn in hand: all gates and doors by host of Danaan foes Were close beset, and no more hope of helping may I bide. I turned and took my father up and sought the mountain-side. BOOK III. ARGUMENT. AENEAS TELLS OF HIS WANDERINGS AND MISHAPS BY LAND AND BY SEA. Now after it had pleased the Gods on high to overthrow The Asian weal and sackless folk of Priam, and alow Proud Ilium lay, and Neptune's Troy was smouldering on the ground, For diverse outlands of the earth and waste lands are we bound, Driven by omens of the Gods. Our fleet we built beneath Antandros, and the broken steeps of Phrygian Ida's heath, Unwitting whither Fate may drive, or where the Gods shall stay And there we draw together men. Now scarce upon the way Was summer when my father bade spread sails to Fate at last. Weeping I leave my fatherland, and out of haven passed 10 Away from fields where Troy-town was, an outcast o'er the deep, With folk and son and Household Gods and Greater Gods to keep. Far off a peopled land of Mars lies midst its mighty plain, Tilled of the Thracians; there whilom did fierce Lycurgus reign. 'Twas ancient guesting-place of Troy: our Gods went hand in hand While bloomed our weal: there are we borne, and on the hollow strand I set my first-born city down, 'neath evil fates begun, And call the folk AEneadae from name myself had won. Unto Dione's daughter there, my mother, and the rest, I sacrificed upon a day to gain beginning blest, 20 And to the King of Heav
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