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 Arms and the man I sing, who first, By fate of Ilium realm amerced, To fair Italia onward bore, And landed on Lavinium's shore:— Long tossing earth and ocean o'er, By violence of heaven, to sate Fell Juno's unforgetting hate: Much laboured too in battle-field, Striving his city's walls to build, And give his Gods a home: Thence come the hardy Latin brood, The ancient sires of Alba's blood, And lofty-rampired Rome. Say, Muse, for godhead how disdained, Or wherefore worth, Heaven's queen constrained That soul of piety so long To turn the wheel, to cope with wrong. Can heavenly natures nourish hate So fierce, so blindly passionate?

Arma virumque cano, Trojæ qui primus ab oris Italiam, fato profugus, Lavinaque venit Litora, multum ille et terris jactatus et alto Vi superûm, sævæ memorem Junonis ob iram, Multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem Inferretque deos Latio: genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres atque altæ mœnia Romæ. Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine læso, Quidve dolens, regina deûm tot volvere casus Insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores Impulerit. Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ?

It can be observed that Vergil, although he places himself foremost and although he says, I sing, begins nevertheless in a manner much less animated, much less sure than the Greek poet, who, transported beyond himself, seems to impose upon his Muse the subject of his songs, interrogates her, and then inspired by her, responds. The Latin poet finishes, like his model, with a sentence; but it is easy to feel that this apostrophe,