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2 Men say the place was Juno's pride

More than all lands on earth beside;

E'en Samos' self not half so dear:

Here were her arms, her chariot here:

Here, goddess-like, to fix one day

The seat of universal sway,

Might Fate be wrung to yield assent,

E'en then her schemes, her cares were bent.

Yet had she heard that sons of Troy

Were born her Carthage to destroy;

From those majestic loins should spring

A nation like a warrior king,

Ordained for Libya's overthrow:

The web of Fate was woven so.

This was her fear: and fear renewed

The memory of that earlier feud,

The war at Troy she erst had waged

In darling Argos' cause engaged:

Nor yet had faded from her view

The insults whence those angers grew,

Deep in remembrance lives engrained

The judgment which her charms disdained,

The offspring of adulterous seed,

The rape of minion Ganymede:

With such resentments brimming o'er

She tossed and tossed from shore to shore

The Trojan bands, poor relics these

Of Achillean victories,

Away from Latium: many a year,

Fate-driven, they wandered far and near:

So vast the labour to create

The fabric of the Roman state!

Scarce out of sight of Sicily

Troy's crews were spreading sail to sea,

Pleased o'er the foam to run,