dido in love steam
Danielle R Nerveza /
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His dictis impenso animum flammavit amore
spemque dedit dubiae menti solvitque pudorem . 55
principio delubra adeunt pacemque per aras
exquirunt ; mactant lectas de more bidentis
legiferae Cereri Phoeboque patrique Lyaeo ,
Iunoni ante omnis , cui vincla iugalia curae .
ipsa tenens dextra pateram pulcherrima Dido 60
candentis vaccae media inter cornua fundit ,
aut ante ora deum pinguis spatiatur ad aras ,
instauratque diem donis , pecudumque reclusis
pectoribus inhians spirantia consulit exta .
heu , vatum ignarae mentes ! quid vota furentem , 65
quid delubra iuvant ? est mollis flamma medullas
interea et tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus .
uritur infelix Dido totaque vagatur
urbe furens , qualis coniecta cerva sagitta ,
quam procul incautam nemora inter Cresia fixit 70
pastor agens telis liquitque volatile ferrum
nescius : illa fuga silvas saltusque peragrat
Dictaeos ; haeret lateri letalis harundo .
nunc media Aenean secum per moenia ducit
Sidoniasque ostentat opes urbemque paratam , 75
incipit effari mediaque in voce resistit ;
nunc eadem labente die convivia quaerit ,
Iliacosque iterum demens audire labores
exposcit pendetque iterum narrantis ab ore .
post ubi digressi , lumenque obscura vicissim 80
luna premit suadentque cadentia sidera somnos ,
sola domo maeret vacua stratisque relictis
incubat . illum absens absentem auditque videtque ,
aut gremio Ascanium genitoris imagine capta
detinet , infandum si fallere possit amorem . 85
non coeptae adsurgunt turres , non arma iuventus
exercet portusve aut propugnacula bello
tuta parant : pendent opera interrupta minaeque
murorum ingentes aequataque machina caelo .
spemque dedit dubiae menti solvitque pudorem . 55
principio delubra adeunt pacemque per aras
exquirunt ; mactant lectas de more bidentis
legiferae Cereri Phoeboque patrique Lyaeo ,
Iunoni ante omnis , cui vincla iugalia curae .
ipsa tenens dextra pateram pulcherrima Dido 60
candentis vaccae media inter cornua fundit ,
aut ante ora deum pinguis spatiatur ad aras ,
instauratque diem donis , pecudumque reclusis
pectoribus inhians spirantia consulit exta .
heu , vatum ignarae mentes ! quid vota furentem , 65
quid delubra iuvant ? est mollis flamma medullas
interea et tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus .
uritur infelix Dido totaque vagatur
urbe furens , qualis coniecta cerva sagitta ,
quam procul incautam nemora inter Cresia fixit 70
pastor agens telis liquitque volatile ferrum
nescius : illa fuga silvas saltusque peragrat
Dictaeos ; haeret lateri letalis harundo .
nunc media Aenean secum per moenia ducit
Sidoniasque ostentat opes urbemque paratam , 75
incipit effari mediaque in voce resistit ;
nunc eadem labente die convivia quaerit ,
Iliacosque iterum demens audire labores
exposcit pendetque iterum narrantis ab ore .
post ubi digressi , lumenque obscura vicissim 80
luna premit suadentque cadentia sidera somnos ,
sola domo maeret vacua stratisque relictis
incubat . illum absens absentem auditque videtque ,
aut gremio Ascanium genitoris imagine capta
detinet , infandum si fallere possit amorem . 85
non coeptae adsurgunt turres , non arma iuventus
exercet portusve aut propugnacula bello
tuta parant : pendent opera interrupta minaeque
murorum ingentes aequataque machina caelo .
By
saying
this
she
inflames
the
queen’s
burning
heart
with
love
and raises hopes in her anxious mind , and weakens her sense
of shame . First they visit the shrines and ask for grace at the altars :
they sacrifice chosen animals according to the rites ,
to Ceres , the law-maker , and Phoebus , and father Lycaeus ,
and to Juno above all , in whose care are the marriage ties :
Dido herself , supremely lovely , holding the cup in her hand ,
pours the libation between the horns of a white heifer
or walks to the rich altars , before the face of the gods ,
celebrates the day with gifts , and gazes into the opened
chests of victims , and reads the living entrails .
Ah , the unknowing minds of seers ! What use are prayers
or shrines to the impassioned ? Meanwhile her tender marrow
is aflame , and a silent wound is alive in her breast .
Wretched Dido burns , and wanders frenzied through the city ,
like an unwary deer struck by an arrow , that a shepherd hunting
with his bow has fired at from a distance , in the Cretan woods ,
leaving the winged steel in her , without knowing .
She runs through the woods and glades of Dicte :
the lethal shaft hangs in her side .
Now she leads Aeneas with her round the walls
showing her Sidonian wealth and the city she’s built :
she begins to speak , and stops in mid-flow :
now she longs for the banquet again as day wanes ,
yearning madly to hear about the Trojan adventures once more
and hangs once more on the speaker’s lips .
Then when they have departed , and the moon in turn
has quenched her light and the setting constellations urge sleep ,
she grieves , alone in the empty hall , and lies on the couch
he left . Absent she hears him absent , sees him ,
or hugs Ascanius on her lap , taken with this image
of his father , so as to deceive her silent passion .
The towers she started no longer rise , the young men no longer
carry out their drill , or work on the harbour and the battlements
for defence in war : the interrupted work is left hanging ,
the huge threatening walls , the sky-reaching cranes .
and raises hopes in her anxious mind , and weakens her sense
of shame . First they visit the shrines and ask for grace at the altars :
they sacrifice chosen animals according to the rites ,
to Ceres , the law-maker , and Phoebus , and father Lycaeus ,
and to Juno above all , in whose care are the marriage ties :
Dido herself , supremely lovely , holding the cup in her hand ,
pours the libation between the horns of a white heifer
or walks to the rich altars , before the face of the gods ,
celebrates the day with gifts , and gazes into the opened
chests of victims , and reads the living entrails .
Ah , the unknowing minds of seers ! What use are prayers
or shrines to the impassioned ? Meanwhile her tender marrow
is aflame , and a silent wound is alive in her breast .
Wretched Dido burns , and wanders frenzied through the city ,
like an unwary deer struck by an arrow , that a shepherd hunting
with his bow has fired at from a distance , in the Cretan woods ,
leaving the winged steel in her , without knowing .
She runs through the woods and glades of Dicte :
the lethal shaft hangs in her side .
Now she leads Aeneas with her round the walls
showing her Sidonian wealth and the city she’s built :
she begins to speak , and stops in mid-flow :
now she longs for the banquet again as day wanes ,
yearning madly to hear about the Trojan adventures once more
and hangs once more on the speaker’s lips .
Then when they have departed , and the moon in turn
has quenched her light and the setting constellations urge sleep ,
she grieves , alone in the empty hall , and lies on the couch
he left . Absent she hears him absent , sees him ,
or hugs Ascanius on her lap , taken with this image
of his father , so as to deceive her silent passion .
The towers she started no longer rise , the young men no longer
carry out their drill , or work on the harbour and the battlements
for defence in war : the interrupted work is left hanging ,
the huge threatening walls , the sky-reaching cranes .