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Rh The land you sought for o'er the tide

This hand shall soon bestow.'

So clamouring, he pursues the quest

With brandished falchion bare,

Nor sees the transports of his breast

Are lavished on the air.

A ship stood fastened to the bank,

With steps let down and sloping plank,

The same which king Osinius bore

Across the sea from Clusium's shore.

Thither the feigned Æneas flies,

And cowering as in covert lies;

Turnus pursues, the bridge bestrides,

And scales the vessel's lofty sides.

Scarce on the prow his foot had stept,

Saturnia breaks the band;

The galley down the waves is swept

That ebb from off the strand:

While through the plain with baffled wrath

Æneas seeks his foe,

And hurries all that cross his path

To Dis and Death below.

And now no more the phantom hides,

But melts in air on high,

While Turnus o'er the ocean rides

Fast as his bark can fly.

Amazed, unthankful for escape,

He gazes on the fleeting shape,

And thus in wild remonstrance cries

With hands uplifted to the skies:

'And couldst thou deem, Almighty Sire,

Thy worshipper's offence so dire

To merit doom so sore?

Whence came I? whither am I borne?

And must I journey home in scorn,