. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . r most dread intent,Rolling her blood-shot eyes about, her quivering cheeks besprent * Another name of Dido. t lulus, called also Ascanius, was the son of ^neas, from whomthe Julian family of Rome claimed descent. X Sychseus was Didos first husband, and Barce, who had been hisnurse, remained in Didos household. 2 Victims for sacrifice. I| Funeral pile. i^ATMN i,it:brature;. 127 Witli burning flecks, and otherwliere dead-white with death drawn nigh,Burst through the inner doorways there and clomb the bale on high,F
. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . r most dread intent,Rolling her blood-shot eyes about, her quivering cheeks besprent * Another name of Dido. t lulus, called also Ascanius, was the son of ^neas, from whomthe Julian family of Rome claimed descent. X Sychseus was Didos first husband, and Barce, who had been hisnurse, remained in Didos household. 2 Victims for sacrifice. I| Funeral pile. i^ATMN i,it:brature;. 127 Witli burning flecks, and otherwliere dead-white with death drawn nigh,Burst through the inner doorways there and clomb the bale on high,Fulfilled with utter madness now, and bared the Dardan Blade,Gift given not for such a work, for no such ending when upon the Ilian gear her eyen had been set,And bed well known, twixt tears and thoughts a while she lingered yet;Then brooding low upon the bed her latest word she spake : O raiment dear to me while Gods and fate allowed, now takeThis soul of mine and let me loose from all my woes at last!I, I have lived, and down the way fate showed to me have passed;. And now a mighty shade of me shall go beneath the earth!A glorious city have I raised, and brought my walls to birth,Avenged my husband, made my foe, my brother, pay the pain:Happy, ah, happy overmuch were all my life-days gain,If never those Dardanian keels had drawn our shores anigh, She spake—her lips lay on the bed : Ah, unavenged to die!But let me die! Thus, thus tis good to go into the night!Now let the cruel Dardan eyes drink in the bale-fires bear for sign across the sea this token of my death. Her speech had end; but on the steel, amid the last see her fallen; along the blade they see her blood foam all her hands besprent therewith; wild fly the shrieks aboutThe lofty halls, and Rumor runs mad through the smitten town. 128 WTBRATURE OF , NATIONS. The houses sound with womens wails and lamentable groan ;The mighty clamor of their grief rings through the upp
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