are sacking a huge heap of wheat, provident of winter
days, and laying up the plunder in their stores; a black
column is seen moving through the plain, and they convey
their booty along the grass in a narrow path: some are 25
putting their shoulders to the big grains, and pushing them
along; others are rallying the force and punishing the
stragglers; the whole track is in a glow of work. What
were your feelings then, poor Dido, at a sight like this!
How deep the groans you heaved, when you looked out 30
from your lofty tower on a beach all seething and swarming,