The fowl that love the river-bank and haunt the river-bed
Sweetened the air with plenteous song and through the thicket fled.”
The rising of the Rutules in vii. 623 is an animated picture unmarred by too many of the mannerisms we have spoken of:
“... All Ausonia yet unstirred brake suddenly ablaze;
And some will go afoot to field, and some will wend their ways
Aloft on horses dusty-fierce; all seek their battle-gear.
Some polish bright the buckler’s face and rub the pike-point clear
With fat of sheep; and many an axe upon the wheel is worn.
They joy to rear the banners up and hearken to the horn.
And now five mighty cities forge the point and edge anew