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VIRGIL's
Æn. I.
They weep, they beat their Breasts, they rend their Hair,
And rich embroider'd Vests for Presents bear:
But the stern Goddess stands unmov'd with Pray'r.
Thrice round the Trojan Walls Achilles drew 676
The Corps of Hector, whom in Fight he slew.
Here Priam sues, and there, for Sums of Gold,
The lifeless Body of his Son is sold.
So sad an Object, and so well express'd, 680
Drew Sighs and Groans from the griev'd Heroes Breast:
To see the Figure of his lifeless Friend,
And his old Sire his helpless Hand extend.
Himself he saw amidst the Grecian Train,
Mix'd in the bloody Battel on the Plain. 685
And swarthy Memnon in his Arms he knew,
His pompous Ensigns, and his Indian Crew.
Penthisilea there, with haughty Grace,
Leads to the Wars an Amazonian Race:
In their right Hands a pointed Dart they wield; 690
The left, for Ward, sustains the Lunar Shield.
Athwart her Breast a Golden Belt she throws,
Amidst the Press alone provokes a thousand Foes:
And dares her Maiden Arms to Manly Force oppose.
Thus, while the Trojan Prince employs his Eyes, 695
Fix'd on the Walls with wonder and surprise;
The Beauteous Dido, with a num'rous Train,
And pomp of Guards, ascends the sacred Fane.
Such on Eurota's Banks, or Cynthus' hight,
Diana seems; and so she charms the sight, 700