Drew Priam’s curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was burnt.
Shakespeare (2 Henry IV.)
This and the next five quotations are word-pictures ([see p. 85]).
That strange song I heard Apollo sing,
While Ilion like a mist rose into towers.[42]
Tennyson (Tithonus).
Cool was the woodside; cool as her white dairy