By Tarchon led. Now, from a rising ground,
Eneas cast his wond'ring eyes around,
And all the Tyrrhene army had in sight,
Stretch'd on the spacious plain from left to
right.

Thether his warlike train the Trojan led,
Refresh'd his men, and wearied horses fed.
Meantime the mother goddess, crown'd
with charms,

Breaks thro' the clouds, and brings the fated arms.

Within a winding vale she finds her son,
On the cool river's banks, retir'd alone. 810
She shews her heav'nly form without dis-
guise,

And gives herself to his desiring eyes.
Behold," she said, "perform'd in ev'ry

And haughty Turnus to the field defy." She said; and, having first her son embrac❜d, The radiant arms beneath an oak she plac'd. Proud of the gift, he roll'd his greedy sight Around the work, and gaz'd with vast delight.

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He lifts, he turns, he poises, and admires The crested helm, that vomits radiant fires: His hands the fatal sword and corslet hold, One keen with temper'd steel, one stiff with gold:

Both ample, flaming both, and beamy bright;

So shines a cloud, when edg'd with adverse light.

He shakes the pointed spear, and longs to try

The plated cuishes on his manly thigh; But most admires the shield's mysterious mold,

And Roman triumphs rising on the gold: For these, emboss'd, the heav'nly smith had wrought

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(Not in the rolls of future fate untaught) The wars in order, and the race divine Of warriors issuing from the Julian line. The cave of Mars was dress'd with mossy greens:

There, by the wolf, were laid the martial