Aeneid lines 1.494-519

While these wondrous things are seen by Dardanian Aeneas, while he gapes and clings, fixed on one view, the queen, Dido, most beautiful in shape, approaches the temple with a great thronging crowd of youths. As Diana on the banks of the Eurota or through the ridges of the Cynthus trains her choruses, (around) whom a thousand following Oreads gather on this side and that; that one bears a quiver on her shoulder and proceeding towers above all the goddesses (joys possess the quiet heart of Latona): such was Dido, the joyful woman bore herself such, urging on the work and future kingdoms through the middle of the men. Then in the doors of the goddess, in the middle of the vault of the temple, she sits enclosed by weapons and resting on a throne loftily. She was giving orders and laws to men, and she was equalizing the labor of the works with fair shares or drawing by lot: when suddenly Aeneas sees Antheus and Sergestus and brave Cloanthus and other Teucrians approaching in a great crowd, whom a black storm had driven apart on the sea and had born away wholly to other shores. He himself at once stood agape, Achates at the same time astounded both by joy and by fear; eager to join right hands they burned, but the unknown situation perplexes their spirits. They keep themselves hidden (lit. they disguise) and watch wrapped in a hollow cloud what fortune the men have, on what shore they leave the fleet, why they come; for, chosen from all the ships, they were going, asking favor and seeking the temple with a clamor.

Aeneid lines 1.411-45

But Venus encloses those proceeding with a dark mist, and the goddess surrounds (them) with a great wrap of cloud, lest any can see or touch them or effect delay or demand the reasons of their coming. She herself goes to Paphos and happily revisits her own seats, where she has a temple, and a hundred altars burn with Sabaean incense and are fragrant with fresh garlands.

Meanwhile they seized a way by which a path shows (itself). And now were climbing the hill, which hangs large over the city and faces the opposite heights from above. Aeneas wonders at the mass, once huts, he wonders at the gates and noise and pavements of the streets. The eager Tyrians press on: part lead the walls and make the citadel and roll stones up with their hands, part choose the spot for a house and enclose (it) with a trench; the choose laws and magistrates and a holy senate. Here some excavate ports; here others place the foundations for theaters and they cut huge columns from cliffs, lofty ornaments fro future backgrounds. As work exercises bees in early summer through flowery country districts under the sun, when they lead out the adult offspring of the race, or when the stuff liquid honeys and stretch the cells with sweet nectar, or they receive the burdens of those coming, or, the column having been formed, they keep off the drones, lazy herd, from the hives; the labor teems and the sweet-smelling honeys are fragrant. “O blessed ones, whose walls already rise!” Aeneas says and looks up at the summits of the city. Enclosed by a cloud he bears himself through the middle of the men and mixes with men and is not perceived by anyone. There was a grove in the middle of the city, most productive of shade, in which spot the Poeni, tossed by the waves and whirlwind, first excavated a token which royal Juno had shown, the head of a spirited horse; for thus the race would be outstanding in war and easy in victory through the ages.

Aeneid lines 1.142-196

Thus he speaks, and, more swiftly than his having spoken, he calms the swelling waters and routs the gathered clouds and leads back the sun. Cymothoe and Triton at the same time dislodge the ships from the sharp rock; (Neptune) himself lifts with his trident and opens the vast reefs and controls the sea and glides over the top of the waters with light wheels. And just as in a great people when often a riot has arisen and the common crowd rages in their spirits and now torches and rocks fly, madness supplies weapons; then, they are quiet and stand with alert ears if by chance they have caught sight of some man weighty with piety and merits; that man rules their spirits with words and soothe their hearts: thus the whole uproar of the sea subsided, after the father, looking out on the waters and conveyed in an open cloud guides his horses and, flying, gives reins to his obedient chariot.

{157} The weary men of Aeneas strive with speed to seek the shores which (are) nearest, and they are turned to the shores of Libya. There is a place in a long inlet: an island makes a port by an overhang of the sides, by which all from the sea is broken, and a wave divides itself into receding waves. On this side and that (there are) vast cliffs and twin rocks tower into the sky, under the summit of which safe waters are widely silent; then (there is) a stage above with quivering woods, and a black wood threatens with bristling shade. Under the face opposite (is) a cave with hanging rocks; (there are) sweet streams within and seats in living rock, the home of Nymphs. Here no (lit. not any) chains hold weary ships, anchor does not bind with curved bite. Aeneas comes upon this place with seven ships having been gathered from his whole number, and with great love of land the Trojans, having disembarked, gain possession of wished-for sand and put limbs dripping with salt upon the shore. As soon as possible Achates struck out a spark from the flint and caught the fire with leaves and gave dry fuel around and seized the flame in tinder. Then those weary of their circumstances prepare grain spoilt by the waves and the utensils of Ceres, and they prepare both to roast recovered grains with flames and break (them) with a rock.

{180} Aeneas meanwhile climbs the cliff and seeks widely the whole view over the sea, if he might see any Antheus, tossed by the wind, and the Phrygian biremes or Capys or the weapons of Caicus on his lofty ships. He sees no ship in his view, (but) three stags wandering on the shore; all the herds follow those from behind and the long line feeds through the valleys. He stopped here and snatched his bow in his hand and swift arrows, which weapons faithful Achates carried, and he first lay low those same leaders, bearing heads high with branching horns, then the herd, and he mingles the whole crowd into the leafy woods, driving with his missiles; and he does not stop before he throws down seven huge bodies upon the ground and makes the number equal to his ships; from here he seeks port and distributes (them) among all his companions. Then the hero distributes wines which good Acestes had loaded in jars on the Trinacrian shore and had given to those departing. . .

Aeneid lines 1.102-123

For (Aeneas) saying such things, the storm, shrieking with the Aquilo, strikes the sail crossways, and lifts the waves to the stars. Oars break, then prows turn and give side to the waves, a steep mountain of water follows the mass. These hang at the top of the wave; the cleaving wave opens the earth between the waves for them, the boiling surge rages upon the sands. Notus twists three snatched (ships) onto hidden rocks (the Italians call the rocks which are in the middle of the waves the Aras [Altars], a huge ridge on the surface of the sea), the Eurus drives three from the sea into the shallows and the reefs, wretched to see, and dashes them on the shoals and encircles (them) with a mound of sand. One, which bore the Lycians and faithful Orontes, the huge sea from the summit strikes on the stern before the eyes of (Aeneas) himself: the pilot is shaken off and rolls headlong, leaning forward, but in the same place three times a wave twists that (ship), driving (it) around and swift whirlpool swallows (it) in the sea. Scattered men, swimming in the vast abyss, appear through the waves, arms of men and tablets and Trojan treasure. Now the storm defeated the stout ship of Ilioneus, now of brave Achates, and (the one) on which Abas was carried, and on which aged Aletes; all receive hostile rain by the open joints of their sides and they gape with cracks.

Aeneid lines 1.50-101

Pondering with herself such things in her enflamed heart, the goddess comes into the country of the clouds, the places pregnant with raging (south) winds. Here in his vast cave the king Aeolus presses the struggling winds and the howling storms and he reins (them) with chains and prison. Those, angry, roar around the barriers of the mountain with a great rumble; holding his powers, Aeolus sits in his lofty citadel, he both sooths their spirits and calms their angers. If he should not do, indeed the swift (winds) would bear both the lands and the boundless sky with them and (would) sweep (them) through the airs; but the father almighty hid (them) in black caves fearing this and put mass and high mountains above, and he gave (them) a king who knew with sure treaty both how to control and to give loose reins, having been so ordered. To whom then Juno as a suppliant used these words: “Aeolus (for the father of the gods and the king of men gave to you both to soften and to lift the waves by the winds), a race hateful to me sails the Tyrrhenian Sea, carrying Troy and beaten household gods into Italy: strike force into the winds and crush sunken ships, or drive (them) scattered and disperse their bodies on the sea. I have [there are for me] twice seven Nymphs, of excellent body, of whom Deiopea, who (is) most beautiful in shape, I will join in stable marriage and will call your own so that she passes all the years with you and makes you a parent with beautiful offspring for such favors.”

Aeolus in response to these: “Your work, o queen, (is) to search out what you wish; it is right for me to perform the orders. You unite me to this whatever of a kingdom, you (unite me to) the powers and Jove, you give that I recline at the feasts of the gods, and you make me powerful over the clouds and storms.”

{81} When these words (have been) said, he strikes the hollow mountain in the side with his reversed spear; and the winds rush the gates where given, just as if a column has been formed, and blow over the lands in a whirlwind. The fell upon the sea and the Eurus [east wind] and the Notus [south wind] and the Africus [southwest wind], thick with storms, together rush the whole (sea) and turn vast waves to the shores. Both a shout of men and a screech of ropes follow; the clouds suddenly seize both sky and day from the eyes of the Teucrians; black night falls upon the sea; the skies thunder and the upper air flashes with frequent fires and everything threatens present death to men. Immediately the limbs of Aeneas are loosened with cold; he groans and, holding both hands to the stars, bears such things with his voice: “O three and four times blessed, whom it befell to die before the faces of their parents under the high walls of Troy! O son of Tydeus [Diomedes], bravest of the race of the Greeks! Was I not able to die on Trojan plains and pour out my spirit on your right hand, where savage Hector lay by the spear of Achilles, where huge Sarpedon (died), where the Simois rolled so many snatched shields of men and helmets and brave bodies under the waves!”