delay
With all her parting soul, will Dido pay".
So pray'd the Queen, and o'er and o'er again,
Pray'rs, sighs, and tears her sister urg'd in vain;
Unmov'd he stands by tears, by pray'rs by sighs,
545 The fates oppose, the God his ear denies.
Thus from the rock, the patient work of years,
His knotted strength an oak majestic rears,
When Alpine storms on ev'ry side contend,
Now here, now there his rooted mass to bend,
550 Each labour'd limb resounds, and from his head
The rustling spoils in heaps the ground o'erspread.
He grasps the rock unmov'd, and proudly shoots
As high to heav'n his head, as down to hell his roots.
With storms as fierce the lab'ring Hero torn,
555 Now here now there by swelling passion borne
Sunk in his soul a mighty load of woe,
His mind unshook--tears unavailing flow.

'Twas then that Dido, sinking with her fate,
In all its horror view'd her wretched state.
560 The light of heav'n grew odious to her sight,
She call'd on Death, and each religions rite
With horrid omens urg'd the dark design:
The milky juice flowed black upon the shrine;
And dire to tell, the sacred wine she bore
565 Fell from the cup in fleaks of clotted gore.
These horrid sighs, to her alone reveal'd,
Ev'n from her sister's friendship she conceal'd.
But more--a temple in the palace stood
With snow-white fleeces hang, with garlands strew'd,
570 Where to her former husband's honor'd shade
Assiduous worship, daily vows she paid:
There, when the night, unroll'd her sable pall
She hears his voice in doleful murmurs call,
While from the roof the fated owl alone
575 In deep complaint prolongs the funeral tone.
Beside, what ills had been foretold before,
Now on her mind, a dread impression bore.
Her aching eyes did broken slumbers close,
AEneas like a vengeful fury rose:
580 Alone--forsaken--distant from her home,
Driv'n o'er the desert--she appears to roam
With sinking steps,--abandoned--left behind,
Thro' burning sands her native Tyre to find.
So mad Pentheus saw two suns arise,
585 Two Thebes appear before his haggard eyes.
So wild Orestes flies his mother's rage,
With snakes, with torches arm'd across the stage,
To 'scape her vengeance whereso'er he goes,
Pale furies me