The Alban hills, and those of Tusculum;
And whatsoever cool shade lies under the city;
Old Fidenæ,[9] and little Ruba;[10]
And, that which delights in virgins' blood,
The apple-bearing grove of Anna Perenna.[11]
From thence, on the Flaminian and Salarian ways,[12]
The rider is manifest, his chariot-wheels being silent,
Whose gentle sleep may not be molested,
Neither to break it by nautical shouts,
Nor the clamour of the vigorous bargee,