Arms and the Man I sing, who forc'd by Fate
And haughty Juno's unrelenting Hate,
Expell'd and Exil'd, left the Trojan Shore:
Long Labours, both by Sea and Land he bore.
Mr. Pope begins his Poems with this Delicacy.
"First in these Fields I try the Sylvan Strains,
Nor blush to sport on Windsor's blissful Plains.
Fair Thames flow gently from thy Sacred Spring,
While on thy Banks Sicilian Muses Sing;
Let Vernal Airs thro' trembling Osiers play,