Elsewhere Mezentius, terrible to view,
A blazing pine within the trenches threw.
}
{ But brave Messapus, Neptune's warlike son,
{ Broke down the palisades, the trenches won,
{ And loud for ladders calls, to scale the town.
Calliope, begin! Ye sacred Nine,
Inspire your poet in his high design,
To sing what slaughter manly Turnus made,
What souls he sent below the Stygian shade,