She ceas'd.--With eyes unmov'd,--o'er aw'd by Jove He stood, and with contending passions strove. At length he spoke. "For ever I confess 415 I owe you all that words could e'er express, And in this grateful heart Eliza reigns, While life itself, and memory remains. Ne'er did I hope my voyage to conceal; Never, (my words are few for all I feel), 420 Be not deceiv'd, no, never did I join These nuptial ties, nor this alliance sign. Had Fate, alas, allow'd me to dispose, To end these troubles in the way I chose, The ruins of my friends, the wreck of Troy, 425 Should all my care, and all my hope employ. Then, sailing back to Asia's fertile shore, For them, should Priam's city rise once more. But now 'tis Italy Apollo shows, 'Tis Italy the Lycian fates propose, 430 My country's there, there all cry vows unite. Far from your native soil, if you delight In Afric's coast, these walls if you enjoy; Allow Ansonia to the sons of Troy. We too, in foreign lands a state may raise. 435 As oft as Night her humid veil displays, Oft as the stars, in solemn glory rise, My father's murm'ring ghost before my eyes Brings young Ascanius, and upbraiding stands, And claims th' Hesperian crown, the promised lands; 440 And even now--(on both their heads I swear) From Joves high throne above, thro' flitting air, } The thund'rer's will, the herald God declar'd; } These eyes beheld him, and these ears have heard; } He past these walls, and in broad day appear'd. 445 Then cease the wounding accent of complaint-- I follow not my will, but Heav'n's constraint". She heard his words--but turning from his view, Now here, now there, her eyes indignant threw. She fix'd him with a scornful silent cast, 450 All over view'd him--and burst forth at last.