Luyện nghe bài hát Elsewhere Anchises

Anchises,

Fatherly and intent, was off in a deep green
Surveying and reviewing souls there,
Those due to to the light of the upper world.
It so happened he was just then note

Of his posterity, the destinies 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 always that your sense of right
Would prevail and keep you 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 imagined and forward to
As I counted the and my trust was not misplaced.
To think of the lands and the outlying
You have crossed, my son, to this 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 shade would appear, and kept me going
To this end. My ships are anchored in the sea.
Let me take hand, my father, O let me, and do not

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