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Rh the poet means us to bear in mind, in the long and bloody wars between Rome and Carthage.

And, Tyrians, you through time to come

His seed with deathless hatred chase:

Be that your gift to Dido's tomb:

No love, no league 'twixt race and race.

Rise from my ashes, scourge of crime,

Born to pursue the Dardan horde

To-day, to-morrow, through all time,

Oft as our hands can wield the sword:

Fight shore with shore, fight sea with sea,

Fight all that are, or e'er shall be!"

With a master's hand the poet enhances the glories of his country by this prophetic introduction of the terrible Hannibal. The peaceful empire of Cæsar, before whom East and West bow, is thrown into the broadest light by reference to those early days when Rome lay almost at the mercy of her implacable enemy.

Then, maddening over crime, the queen

With bloodshot eyes, and sanguine streaks

Fresh painted on her quivering cheeks,

And wanning o'er with death foreseen,

Through inner portals wildly fares,

Scales the high pile with swift ascent,

Takes up the Dardan sword and bares—

Sad gift, for different uses meant.

She eyed the robes with wistful look,

And pausing, thought awhile and wept:

Then pressed her to the couch and spoke

Her last good-night or ere she slept.

'Sweet relics of a time of love,

When fate and heaven were kind,