Then thus to both replied the imperial god,
Who shakes heaven's axles with his awful nod.
(When he begins, the silent senate stand,
With reverence listening to the dread command:
The clouds dispel; the winds their breath restrain;
And the hushed waves lie flatted on the main.)
}
{ "Celestials! your attentive ears incline!
{ Since (said the god) the Trojans must not join
{ In wished alliance with the Latian line—