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Rh So spoke the seer, and as he ends

Rich presents to my vessel sends:

Carved ivory and massy gold

And silver stores he in the hold,

And caldrons of Dodona's mould,

A hauberk twined of golden chain,

A helm adorned with flowing mane,

Which Pyrrhus wore: nor lacks my sire

Due bounty, matching his desire.

He finds us horses, finds us guides,

And oars and equipage provides.

Meantime Anchises bids to sail,

Nor longer cheat the expectant gale:

And thus Apollo's seer addressed

In courteous phrase his ancient guest:

'Great chief, fair Venus' honoured mate,

Twice saved by heaven from Ilium's fate.

See there Ausonia's coast at hand!

Before your fleet it lies.

Approach, but think not there to rest:

No, skirt it, and pursue your quest:

Far distant that Ausonian land

Which Phœbus signifies:

Pass on in peace,' he cries, 'pass on,

Blest in the affection of your son!

Why task your patience, or delay

The wind fair blowing from the bay?'

Andromache, as loth to part,

Displays the trophies of her art,

And robes Ascanius in the fold

Of Phrygian mantle, wrought with gold,

Nor stints her hand, but from the store

Brings broidered vestments, more and more:

'Nay, take these too, and let them prove

A fond memorial of the love

Of Hector's sometime wife,