. Oft as Sol through all his signs
Has run, the battle they renew again,
To perish at their parent-warrior's tomb.
Thus, while all others Dymas' daughter weep
In howling shape, Aurora still on griefs
Her own sad brooding, her maternal tears
Sprinkles in dew o'er all th' extent of earth.

Yet fate doom'd not with Iliuem's towers the fall
Of Iliuem's hopes. The Cythereaen prince
Bore off his gods; and on his shoulders bore
A no less sacred, venerable load,
His sire. Of all his riches these preferr'd.
The pious hero, with his youthful son
Ascanius, from Antandros, o'er the main
Borne in the flying fleet, leaves far the shore
Of savage Thrace, still moisten'd with the blood
Of Polydore, and enters Phoebus' port;
Aided by currents, and by gentle gales,
With all his social crew. Anius receives
The exile, in his temple,--in his dome;
Where o'er the land he monarch rul'd; and where,
As Phoebus' priest, he tended due his rites:
The city, and the votive temples shew'd,
And shew'd two trees, once by Latona grasp'd
In bearing throes. The incense in the flames
Distributed, wine o'er the incense thrown,
The entrails of the offer'd bulls consum'd
As wont; the regal roof approach they all;
And high on tapestry reclin'd, partake
Of Ceres' gift, and Bacchus' flowing boon.
Then good Anchises, thus--"O chosen priest
"Of Phoebus! was I then deceiv'd? methought,
"As far as memory aids me to recal,
"When first mine eyes these lofty walls beheld,
"That twice two daughters, and a son were thine."
Old Anius shook his head, begirt around
With snowy fillets, as in grief, he said:--
"No, mighty hero! not deceiv'd art thou,
"Me hast thou seen of five the parent; now
"Thou well-nigh childless see'st me: (such to man
"The varying change of sublunary things)
"For, ah! what can an absent son bestow
"To aid me, who, in Andros' isle now dwells,
"Where for his sire the realm and state he holds?
"Delius on him prophetic art bestow'd;
"And Bacchus, to my female offspring, gave
"A boon beyond all credit, and their hopes.
"For all whate'er, which felt my daughters' touch
"To corn, and wine, and olives, was transformed:
"A mighty treasure in themselves they held.
"But Agamemnon, Troy's destroyer learn'd
"This gift (think not but that your overthrow
"In some respect we shar'd,) by ruthless force,
"Tore them unwilling from their parent's ar