Æn. I.
ÆNEIS.
327
When in the Dance the graceful Goddess leads
The Quire of Nymphs, and overtops their Heads.
Known by her Quiver, and her lofty Meen,
She walks Majestick, and the looks their Queen:
Latona sees her shine above the rest, 705
And feeds with secret Joy her silent Breast.
Such Dido was; with such becoming State,
Amidst the Crowd, the walks serenely great.
Their Labour to her future Sway she speeds,
And passing with a gracious Glance proceeds: 710
Then mounts the Throne, high plac'd before the Shrine;
In Crowds around the swarming People join.
She takes Petitions, and dispenses Laws,
Hears, and determines ev'ry private Cause.
Their Tasks in equal Portions she divides, 715
And where unequal, there by Lots decides.
Another way by chance Æneas bends
His Eyes, and unexpected sees his Friends:
Antheus, Sergestus grave, Cloanthus strong,
And at their Backs a mighty Trojan Throng: 720
Whom late the Tempest on the Billows tost,
And widely scatter'd on another Coast.
The Prince, unseen, surpriz'd with Wonder stands,
And longs, with joyful haste to join their Hands:
But doubtful of the wish'd Event, he stays, 725
And from the hollow Cloud his Friends surveys:
Impatient till they told their present State,
And where they left their Ships, and what their Fate;
The Quire of Nymphs, and overtops their Heads.
Known by her Quiver, and her lofty Meen,
She walks Majestick, and the looks their Queen:
Latona sees her shine above the rest, 705
And feeds with secret Joy her silent Breast.
Such Dido was; with such becoming State,
Amidst the Crowd, the walks serenely great.
Their Labour to her future Sway she speeds,
And passing with a gracious Glance proceeds: 710
Then mounts the Throne, high plac'd before the Shrine;
In Crowds around the swarming People join.
She takes Petitions, and dispenses Laws,
Hears, and determines ev'ry private Cause.
Their Tasks in equal Portions she divides, 715
And where unequal, there by Lots decides.
Another way by chance Æneas bends
His Eyes, and unexpected sees his Friends:
Antheus, Sergestus grave, Cloanthus strong,
And at their Backs a mighty Trojan Throng: 720
Whom late the Tempest on the Billows tost,
And widely scatter'd on another Coast.
The Prince, unseen, surpriz'd with Wonder stands,
And longs, with joyful haste to join their Hands:
But doubtful of the wish'd Event, he stays, 725
And from the hollow Cloud his Friends surveys:
Impatient till they told their present State,
And where they left their Ships, and what their Fate;
