—Landor.
“Not great Æneas stood in plainer day,
When, the dark mantling mist dissolved away,
He to the Tyrians showed his sudden face,
Shining with all his goddess mother’s grace:
For she herself had made his countenance bright,
Breathed honor on his eyes, and her own purple light.”
—Dryden, Britannia Rediviva.
[20:4.] Enchased.
“Like to a golden border did appeare,