and topple down Carthage or ancient Tyre, and the infuriate
flame were leaping from roof to roof among the
dwellings of men and gods. 20
Her sister heard it. Breathless and frantic, with wild
speed, disfiguring her cheeks with her nails, her bosom
with her fists, she bursts through the press, and calls
by name on the dying queen: “Was this your secret,
sister? Were you plotting to cheat me? Was this what 25
your pile was preparing for me, your fires, and your altars?
What should a lone heart grieve for first? Did you disdain