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PROEM Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,Dear Venus that beneath the gliding starsMakest to teem the many-voyaged mainAnd fruitful lands—for all of living thingsThrough thee alone are evermore conceived,Through thee are risen to visit the great sun—Before thee, Goddess, and thy coming on,Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away,For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers,For thee waters of the unvexed deepSmile, and the hollows of the serene skyGlow with diffused radiance for thee!For soon as comes the springtime face of day,And procreant gales blow from the West unbarred,First fowls of air, smit to the heart by thee,Foretoken thy approach, O thou Divine,And leap the wild herds round the happy fieldsOr swim the bounding torrents. Thus amain,Seized with the spell, all creatures follow theeWhithersoever thou walkest forth to lead,And thence through seas and mountains and swift streams,Through leafy homes of birds and greening plains,Kindling the lure of love in every breast,Thou bringest the eternal generations forth,Kind after kind. And since 'tis thou aloneGuidest the Cosmos, and without thee naughtIs risen to reach the shining shores of light,Nor aught of joyful or of lovely born,Thee do I crave co-partner in that verseWhich I presume on Nature to composeFor Memmius mine, whom thou hast willed to bePeerless in every grace at every hour—Wherefore indeed, Divine one, give my wordsImmortal charm. Lull to a timely restO'er sea and land the savage works of war,For thou alone hast power with public peaceTo aid mortality; since he who rulesThe savage works of battle, puissant Mars,How often to thy bosom flings his strengthO'ermastered by the eternal wound of love—And there, with eyes and full throat backward thrown,Gazing, my Goddess, open-mouthed at thee,Pastures on love his greedy sight, his breathHanging upon thy lips. Him thus reclinedFill with thy holy body, round, above!Pour from those lips soft syllables to winPeace for the Romans, glorious Lady, peace!For in a season troublous to the stateNeither may I attend this task of mineWith thought untroubled, nor mid such eventsThe illustrious scion of the Memmian houseNeglect the civic cause.Whilst human kindThroughout the lands lay miserably crushedBefore all eyes beneath Religion—whoWould show her head along the region skies,Glowering on mortals with her hideous face—A Greek it was who first opposing daredRaise mortal eyes that terror to withstand,Whom nor the fame of Gods nor lightning's strokeNor threatening thunder of the ominous skyAbashed; but rather chafed to angry zestHis dauntless heart to be the first to rendThe crossbars at the gates of Nature old.And thus his will and hardy wisdom won;And forward thus he fared afar, beyondThe flaming ramparts of the world, untilHe wandered the unmeasurable All.Whence he to us, a conqueror, reportsWhat things can rise to being, what cannot,And by what law to each its scope prescribed,Its boundary stone that clings so deep in Time....