Beholding as she speeds along:
In kingly dye that scarf was dipped:
’Tis gold confines those tresses’ flow:
Her pastoral wand with steel is tipped,
And Lycian are her shafts and bow. 20
BOOK VIII
Soon as Turnus set high on Laurentum’s tower the
ensign of war, and the horns clanged forth their harsh
music, soon as he shook the reins in the mouth of his