ruthless Ulysses’[123] band—would refrain from tears? And
now, too, night is rushing in dews down the steep of heaven, 10
and the setting stars counsel repose. Still, if so great be
your longing to acquaint yourself with our disasters, and
hear the brief tale of Troy’s last agony, though my mind
shudders at the remembrance, and starts back in sudden
anguish, I will essay the task. 15
“Broken by war and foiled by destiny, the chiefs of the
Danaans, now that the flying years were numbering so
many, build a horse of mountain size, by the inspiration of