"Ye gods, and mighty Jove, in pity bring Relief, and hear a father and a king! If fate and you reserve these eyes, to see My son return with peace and victory; If the loved boy shall bless his father's sight; If we shall meet again with more delight; Then draw my life in length; let me sustain, In hopes of his embrace, the worst of pain. But if your hard decrees—which, O! I dread— Have doomed to death his undeserving head; This, O! this very moment, let me die! While hopes and fears in equal balance lie; While, yet possessed of all his youthful charms, I strain him close within these aged arms; Before that fatal news my soul shall wound!"
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The Works of Virgil (John Dryden)
The Works of Virgil (1697), began in 1694 and published by subscription, was John Dryden's most ambitious and defining work as a translator. The publication of the translation of Virgil was a national event and brought Dryden the sum of ÂŁ1,400.
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