The Trojan chief, who, held at bay from far,
On his Vulcanian orb sustained the war.
As, when thick hail comes rattling in the wind,
The ploughman, passenger, and labouring hind,
For shelter to the neighbouring covert fly,
Or, housed, or safe in hollow caverns, lie;
But, that o'erblown, when heaven above them smiles,
Return to travail, and renew their toils:
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{ Æneas thus, o'erwhelmed on every side,