was heard from the lofty stern:—“Ah! why has such an 15
army of storms encompassed the heaven? What hast
thou for us now, old Father Neptune?” No sooner said
than he bids them gather up the tackle and ply the lusty
oar, and shifts the sheet to the wind, and speaks thus:—“Noble
Æneas, though Jove himself were to pledge me 20
his faith, I could not hope to reach Italy with a sky like
this. The winds shift and storm crosswise, ever rising
from the blackening West, and the mist is being massed
into clouds. We cannot make head against them, or