In foremost rank see Turnus move, His comely head the rest above: On his tall helm the triple cone Chimæra in relief is shown; 15 The monster’s gaping jaws expire Hot volumes of Ætnæan fire: And still she flames and raves the more The deeper floats the field with gore. With bristling hide and lifted horns 20 So, all gold, his shield adorns, E’en as in life she stood; There too is Argus, warder stern, And Inachus from graven urn, Her father, pours his flood. 25 A cloud of footmen at his back And shielded hosts the plain made black; Auruncans, Argives, brave and bold, Rutulians and Sicanians old, Sacranians thirsting for the field, 30 Labici with enamelled shield; Who Tiber’s lawns with furrow score And pure Numicius’ sacred shore, Subdue Rutulian slopes, and plough Circeius’ steep reluctant brow: 35 Where Anxur boasts her guardian Jove And greenly blooms Feronia’s grove; Where Satura’s unlovely mere In sullen quiet sleeps, And Ufens gropes through marshland drear 40 And hides him in the deeps. Last marches forth for Latium’s sake Camilla fair, the Volscian maid, A troop of horsemen in her wake In pomp of gleaming steel arrayed; Stern warrior queen! those tender hands 5 Ne’er plied Minerva’s ministries: A virgin in the fight she stands, Or winged winds in speed outvies. Nay, she might fly o’er fields of grain Nor crush in flight the tapering wheat, 10 Or skim the surface of the main, Nor let the billows touch her feet. Where’er she moves, from house and land The youths and ancient matrons throng, And fixed in greedy wonder stand 15 Beholding as she speeds along: In kingly dye that scarf was dipped: ’Tis gold confines those tresses’ flow: Her pastoral wand with steel is tipped, And Lycian are her shafts and bow. 20 BOOK VIII