The Æneid of Virgil translated into English prose

by Virgil

And a new sun to the new world arose;

And mists, condensed to clouds, obscure the sky,

And clouds, dissolved, the thirsty ground supply.

The rising trees the lofty mountains grace;

The lofty mountains feed the savage race,

Yet few, and strangers, in th’ unpeopled place.

From thence the birth of man the song pursued,

And how the world was lost, and how renewed.”

—Dryden, Translation of Ecl. VI. Cf. Æn. VI.