The Æneid of Virgil translated into English prose

by Virgil

—Carnarvon.

“Wee wan’erin’ winsome elf, my saul,

Thou’s made this clay long hoose an’ hall,

But whar, oh whar art now to dwall,

Thy bield now bare?

Gaun’ flickterin’ feckless, shiverin’ caul,

Nae cantrips mair.”

Transcriber’s Note: Endnotes indicated by [o] are missing.