1 He ended; and now more loudly the fire roars along the city, and the burning tides roll nearer.
2 My spirit kindles to fire, and rises in wrath to avenge my dying land and take repayment for her crimes.
3 The horse, standing high amid the city, pours forth armed men, and Sinon scatters fire, insolent in victory.
4 Stormclouds enwrap the day, and rainy gloom blots out the sky; out of the clouds bursts fire fast upon fire.
5 Fifty handmaids are within, whose task is in their course to keep unfailing store and kindle the household fire.
6 Thou hast what all thy soul desired; Dido is on fire with love, and hath caught the madness through and through.
7 But the Queen, long ere now pierced with sore distress, feeds the wound with her life-blood, and catches the fire unseen.
8 With these words she made the fire of love flame up in her spirit, put hope in her wavering soul, and let honour slip away.
9 At once Achates struck a spark from the flint and caught the fire on leaves, and laying dry fuel round kindled it into flame.
10 The devouring fire goes rolling before the wind high as the roof; the flames tower over it, and the heat surges up into the air.
11 So speaks he, and carries forth in his hands from their inner shrine the chaplets and strength of Vesta, and the everlasting fire.
12 And now they gained the fields, while their bloodshot eyes blazed with fire, and their tongues lapped and flickered in their hissing mouths.
13 Above all the hapless Phoenician, victim to coming doom, cannot satiate her soul, but, stirred alike by the boy and the gifts, she gazes and takes fire.
14 Madly I seize my arms, nor is there so much purpose in arms; but my spirit is on fire to gather a band for fighting and charge for the citadel with my comrades.
15 Then, weary of fortune, they fetch out corn spoiled by the sea and weapons of corn-dressing, and begin to parch over the fire and bruise in stones the grain they had rescued.
16 We who followed thee and thine arms when Dardania went down in fire; we who under thee have traversed on shipboard the swelling sea; we in like wise will exalt to heaven thy children to be, and give empire to their city.
17 Long-haired Iopas on his gilded lyre fills the chamber with songs ancient Atlas taught; he sings of the wandering moon and the sun's travails; whence is the human race and the brute, whence water and fire; of Arcturus, the rainy Hyades, and the twin Oxen; why wintry suns make such haste to dip in ocean, or what delay makes the nights drag lingeringly.
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