the sacred shields which fell from heaven: chaste matrons
were making solemn progress through the city in their 30
soft-cushioned cars. At distance from these he introduces
too the mansions of Tartarus, Pluto’s yawning portals,
and the torments of crime, and thee, Catiline, poised on
the beetling rock and quailing at grim Fury-faces: and
the good in their privacy, with Cato as their lawgiver. 35
Stretching in its breadth among these swept the semblance
of the swelling sea, all of gold, but the blue was made to
foam with whitening billows; and all about it dolphins