Æn. IV.
ÆNEIS.
425
A Pitchy Cloud shall cover all the Plain 170
With Hail, and Thunder, and tempestuous Rain:
The fearful Train shall take their speedy Flight,
Dispers'd, and all involv'd in gloomy Night:
One Cave a grateful Shelter shall afford
To the fair Princess and the Trojan Lord. 175
I will my self, the bridal Bed prepare,
If you, to bless the Nuptials, will be there:
So shall their Loves be crown'd with due Delights,
And Hymen shall be present at the Rites.
The Queen of Love consents, and closely smiles 180
At her vain Project, and discover'd Wiles.
The rosy Morn was risen from the Main,
And Horns and Hounds awake the Princely Train:
They issue early through the City Gate,
Where the more wakeful Huntsmen ready wait, 185
With Nets, and Toils, and Darts, beside the force
Of Spartan Dogs, and swift Massylian Horse.
The Tyrian Peers, and Officers of States
For the slow Queen, in Anti-Chambers wait:
Her lofty Courser, in the Court below, 190
(Who his Majestick Rider seems to know,)
Proud of his Purple Trappings, paws the Ground;
And champs the Golden Bitt; and spreads the Foam around.
The Queen at length appears: On either Hand
The brawny Guards in Martial order stand. 195
A flower'd Cymarr, with Golden Fringe she wore;
And at her Back a Golden Quiver bore:
With Hail, and Thunder, and tempestuous Rain:
The fearful Train shall take their speedy Flight,
Dispers'd, and all involv'd in gloomy Night:
One Cave a grateful Shelter shall afford
To the fair Princess and the Trojan Lord. 175
I will my self, the bridal Bed prepare,
If you, to bless the Nuptials, will be there:
So shall their Loves be crown'd with due Delights,
And Hymen shall be present at the Rites.
The Queen of Love consents, and closely smiles 180
At her vain Project, and discover'd Wiles.
The rosy Morn was risen from the Main,
And Horns and Hounds awake the Princely Train:
They issue early through the City Gate,
Where the more wakeful Huntsmen ready wait, 185
With Nets, and Toils, and Darts, beside the force
Of Spartan Dogs, and swift Massylian Horse.
The Tyrian Peers, and Officers of States
For the slow Queen, in Anti-Chambers wait:
Her lofty Courser, in the Court below, 190
(Who his Majestick Rider seems to know,)
Proud of his Purple Trappings, paws the Ground;
And champs the Golden Bitt; and spreads the Foam around.
The Queen at length appears: On either Hand
The brawny Guards in Martial order stand. 195
A flower'd Cymarr, with Golden Fringe she wore;
And at her Back a Golden Quiver bore:
