id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
chapter-003		chapter-003			.txt	text/plain	7431	586	91	With sighs and tears I leave my native shore, Their gods, and draw a line along the shore; Not far, a rising hillock stood in view; Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood: Who saw my sire the Delian shore ascend, Appease the winds, and seek the Gnossian shore. Thro seas and lands as we thy steps attend, So shall our care thy glorious race befriend. Nor let thy weary mind to labours yield: Then said: O son, turmoild in Trojan fate! We view a rising land, like distant clouds; You seek th Italian shores, foredoomd by fate: But you, what fates have landed on our coast? Let not thy course to that ill coast be bent, Evn when thy fleet is landed on the shore, Old happy man, the care of gods above, Ye gods, presiding over lands and seas, But bear me far from this unhappy shore.	./cache/chapter-003.txt	./txt/chapter-003.txt