He haunts Arcturus,—that fraternal twain
The glittering Bears,—the Pleiads fraught with rain;
—Why suns in winter, shunning heaven’s steep heights
Post seaward,—what impedes the tardy nights.
The learned song from Tyrian hearers draws 130
Loud shouts,—the Trojans echo the applause.
—But, lengthening out the night with converse new,
Large draughts of love unhappy Dido drew;
Of Priam ask’d, of Hector—o’er and o’er—
What arms the son of bright Aurora wore;— 135