I SING of anns, I sing of him, who from the Trojan Iand Thrust forth by Fate, to Italy and that Lavinian strand First came all tost ahut was he on earth and on the deep By heavenly might for Junos wrath, that had no mind to sleep And plenteous war he underwent ere he his town might frame And set his Gods in Latian earth, whence is the Latin name, And father-folk of Alba-town, and wdIs of mighty Rome. Say, Muse, what wound of godhead was whereby dl this must came, How grieving, she, the Queen of Cods, a man so pious drave To win such toil, to welter on through such a ublous --Can anger in immortal minds abide so fierce and fell wave There was a city of old time where Tytian folk did dwell, Called Carthage, facing far away the shores of Italy And Tiber-mouth fulfilled of wealth and fierce in arms was she, And men say Juno loved her well oer every other land, Yea een oer Samos there were stored the weapons of her hand, And there her chariot even then she cherished the intent To make her...