Virgil
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Aeneid
1697
Heav'ns what a spring was in his Arm, to throw: /
How high he held his Shield, and rose at ev'ry blow!
My guilt thy growing virtues did defame; / My blackness blotted thy unblemish'd name.
The Heroe, looking on the left, espy'd /
A lofty Tow'r, and strong on ev'ry side / […]
Vain is the force of Man, and Heav'ns as van, /
To crush the Pillars which the Pile sustain. /
Sublime on these a Tow'r of Steel is rear'd; /
And dire Tisiphone these keeps the Ward.
Shall Turnus then such endless Toil sustain, /
In fighting Fields, and conquer Towns in vain:
His Sons, who seek the Tyrant to sustain, /
And long for Arbitrary Lords again,
Adoring first the Genius of the Place, / Then Earth, the Mother of the Heav'nly Race, / The Nymphs, and native Godheads yet unknown, / And Night, and all the Stars that gild her sable Throne,