the half bestial bosom the wave froths and roars.
So many chosen chiefs were journeying in thirty
vessels to the succour of Troy, and ploughing with brazen
beak the expanse of brine. 25
And now the day had withdrawn from the sky, and
gracious Dian was trampling over the cope of heaven with
her night-flying steeds: Æneas the while, for care refuses
slumber to his frame, is seated at his post, himself guiding
the rudder and trimming the sail—when lo! in the middle 30
of his voyage he is met by a fair bevy of comrades of his