1 There the realm of Troy may rise again unforbidden.
2 Punic is the realm thou seest, Tyrian the people, and the city of Agenor's kin; but their borders are Libyan, a race unassailable in war.
3 Hard fortune in a strange realm forces me to this task, to keep watch and ward on my wide frontiers.
4 There lies in sight an island well known in fame, Tenedos, rich of store while the realm of Priam endured, now but a bay and roadstead treacherous to ships.
5 An hundred great towns are inhabited in that opulent realm; from it our forefather Teucer of old, if I recall the tale aright, sailed to the Rhoetean coasts and chose a place for his kingdom.
6 Up then, and let us follow where divine commandments lead; let us appease the winds, and seek the realm of Gnosus.
7 Rumour flies that Idomeneus the captain is driven forth of his father's realm, and the shores of Crete are abandoned, that the houses are void of foes and the dwellings lie empty to our hand.
8 Now I recall how she prophesied this was fated to our race, and often cried of Hesperia, often of an Italian realm.
9 Thyself art my witness what a sudden stir she raised of late on the Libyan waters, flinging all the seas to heaven in vain reliance on Aeolus' blasts; this she dared in thy realm.
10 Thee likewise a mighty sanctuary awaits in our realm.
11 Of set purpose and willing mind do we draw nigh this thy city, outcasts from a realm once the greatest that the sun looked on as he came from Olympus' utmost border.
12 It may not be to debar him of a Latin realm; well; and Lavinia is destined his bride unalterably.
13 Long ago Saturn came from heaven on high in flight before Jove's arms, an exile from his lost realm.
14 Princely chief of the Teucrians, in whose lifetime I will never allow the state or realm of Troy vanquished, our strength is scant to succour in war for so great a name.
15 But I purpose to unite to thee mighty peoples and the camp of a wealthy realm; an unforeseen chance offers this for thy salvation.