{ But first receive this parting legacy."
He said; and straight a whirling dart he sent;
Another after, and another, went.
}
{ Round in a spacious ring he rides the field,
{ And vainly plies the impenetrable shield.
{ Thrice rode he round; and thrice Æneas wheeled,
Turned as he turned: the golden orb withstood
The strokes, and bore about an iron wood.
Impatient of delay, and weary grown,