1 Such work was it to found the Roman people.
2 A greater history opens before me, a greater work I essay.
3 Pygmalion's hoarded wealth is borne overseas; a woman leads the work.
4 Thou too hadst no slight part in the work he wrought, O Icarus, did grief allow.
5 He spoke no more; but they all bent rapidly to the work, allotting their labours equally.
6 Then indeed the Teucrians set to work, and haul down their tall ships all along the shore.
7 All set to the work; they fix rolling wheels under its feet, and tie hempen bands on its neck.
8 Aeneas likewise is first in the work, and cheers on his crew and arms himself with their weapons.
9 Some shove and strain with their shoulders at big grains, some marshal the ranks and chastise delay; all the path is aswarm with work.
10 Then weeping they quickly hasten on the Sibyl's orders, and work hard to pile trees for the altar of burial, and heap it up into the sky.
11 The Tyrians are hot at work to trace the walls, to rear the citadel, and roll up great stones by hand, or to choose a spot for their dwelling and enclose it with a furrow.
12 So I set eagerly to work on the walls of my chosen town, and call it Pergamea, and exhort my people, joyful at the name, to cherish their homes and rear the castle buildings.
13 I was paying sacrifice to my mother, daughter of Dione, and to all the gods, so to favour the work begun, and slew a shining bull on the shore to the high lord of the heavenly people.
14 But Venus girt them in their going with dull mist, and shed round them a deep divine clothing of cloud, that none might see them, none touch them, or work delay, or ask wherefore they came.
15 No more do the unfinished towers rise, no more do the people exercise in arms, nor work for safety in war on harbour or bastion; the works hang broken off, vast looming walls and engines towering into the sky.
16 Three coils of frozen rain, three of watery mist they had enwrought in it, three of ruddy fire and winged south wind; now they were mingling in their work the awful splendours, the sound and terror, and the angry pursuing flames.
17 For while he closely scans the temple that towers above him, while, awaiting the queen, he admires the fortunate city, the emulous hands and elaborate work of her craftsmen, he sees ranged in order the battles of Ilium, that war whose fame was already rumoured through all the world, the sons of Atreus and Priam, and Achilles whom both found pitiless.
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