There stood a city, fronting far away The mouths of Tiber and Italia's shore, A Tyrian settlement of olden day, Rich in all wealth, and trained to war's rough lore, Carthage the name, by Juno loved before All places, even Samos.

Here were shown Her arms, and here her chariot; evermore E'en then this land she cherished as her own, And here, should Fate permit, had planned a world-wide throne.
IV.

But she had heard, how men of Trojan seed Those Tyrian towers should level, how again From these in time a nation should proceed, Wide-ruling, tyrannous in war, the bane (So Fate was working) of the Libyan reign.
This feared she, mindful of the war beside Waged for her Argives on the Trojan plain; Nor even yet had from her memory died The causes of her wrath, the pangs of wounded pride,-- V.

The choice of Paris, and her charms disdained, The hateful race, the lawless honours ta'en By ravished Ganymede--these wrongs remained.
So fired with rage, the Trojans' scanty train By fierce Achilles and the Greeks unslain She barred from Latium, and in evil strait For many a year, on many a distant main They wandered, homeless outcasts, tost by Fate; So huge, so hard the task to found the Roman state.
VI.

Scarce out of sight of Sicily, they set Their sails to sea, and merrily ploughed the main, With brazen beaks, when Juno, harbouring yet Within her breast the ever-rankling pain, Mused thus: "Must I then from the work refrain, Nor keep this Trojan from the Latin throne, Baffled, forsooth, because the Fates constrain?
Could Pallas burn the Grecian fleet, and drown Their crews, for one man's crime, Oileus' frenzied son?
VII.