tamer of the steed, of the race of Neptune, plucks
down the palisade, and calls for ladders to the
battlement. 10
Vouchsafe, Calliope and thy heavenly sisterhood, to aid
me while I sing, what slaughter, what deaths were dealt
that day in that place by Turnus’ sword, what foes each
warrior sent down to the grave, and help me to unfold the
length and breadth of the mighty war. 15
A tower there was, vast to look on from below, with
lofty bridges, placed on a vantage-ground, which all the