Luyện nghe bài hát Elsewhere Anchises

Anchises,

Fatherly and intent, was off in a green valley
and reviewing souls consigned there,
Those due to pass to the of the upper world.
It so he was just then taking note

Of his whole posterity, the and doings,
Traits and of descendants dear to him,
But seeing Aeneas come through the grass
him, he reached his two hands out
In joy, his eyes filled up with tears
And he gave a cry: "At last! Are you at last?
I trusted that your sense of right
Would and keep you going to the end.
And am I now to see your face,
My son, and you talk, and talk to you myself?

This is what I and looked forward to
As I counted the days; and my was not misplaced.
To of the lands and the outlying seas
You have crossed, my son, to receive welcome.
And such dangers! I was afraid that Africa
Might be your undoing." But Aeneas
"Often and often, father, you appear to me,
Your sad would appear, and that kept me going
To end. My ships are anchored in the Tuscan sea.
Let me take hand, my father, O let me, and do not

Hold back my embrace." And as he spoke he wept.
Three he tried to reach arms round that neck.
times the form, reached for in vain, escaped
Like a breeze his hands, a dream on wings.