We watch the far-off shores of Ilium,
Fast fleeing as our vessels seaward fare;445
Or tell old tales of war: brave Hector's threats,
His corpse dishonored, and again restored
To purchased honors of the funeral pyre;
And Priam sprinkling with his royal blood
The sacred altar of Hercean Jove.
Then to and fro amid the briny sea
The dolphins sport, and leap the heaving waves450
With arching backs; now race in circles wide,