Which add a holy horror to the grove. The first inhabitants, of Grecian blood, That sacred forest to Silvanus vowed, The guardian of their flocks and fields--and pay Their due devotions on his annual day. Not far from hence, along the river's side, In tents secure, the Tuscan troops abide, By Tarchon led. Now, from a rising ground, Æneas cast his wondering eyes around, And all the Tyrrhene army had in sight, Stretched on the spacious plain from left to right. Thither his warlike train the Trojan led, Refreshed his men, and wearied horses fed. Meantime the mother goddess, crowned with charms, Breaks through the clouds, and brings the fated arms. Within a winding vale she finds her son, On the cool river's banks, retired alone. She shews her heavenly form without disguise, And gives herself to his desiring eyes. "Behold (she said) performed, in every part, My promise made, and Vulcan's laboured art. Now seek, secure, the Latian enemy, And haughty Turnus to the field defy." She said: and, having first her son embraced, The radiant arms beneath an oak she placed. Proud of the gift, he rolled his greedy sight Around the work, and gazed with vast delight. He lifts, he turns, he poises, and admires The crested helm, that vomits radiant fires: His hands the fatal sword and corslet hold, One keen with tempered steel, one stiff with gold: Both ample, flaming both, and beamy bright; So shines a cloud, when edged with adverse light. He shakes the pointed spear, and longs to try The plaited cuishes on his manly thigh; But most admires the shield's mysterious mould, And Roman triumphs rising on the gold: For there, embossed, the heavenly smith had wrought (Not in the rolls of future fate untaught) The wars in order, and the race divine Of warriors issuing from the Julian line. The cave of Mars was dressed with mossy greens: There, by the wolf, were laid the martial twins. Intrepid on her swelling dugs they hung: The foster-dam lolled out her fawning tongue: They sucked secure, while, bending back her head, She licked their tender limbs, and formed them as they fed. Not far from thence new Rome appears, with games Projected for the rape of Sabine dames. The pit resounds with shrieks; a war succeeds, For breach of public faith, and unexampled deeds. Here for revenge the Sabine troops contend; The Romans there with arms the prey defend. Wearied with tedious war, at length they cease; And both the kings and kingdoms plight the peace. The friendly chiefs before Jove's altar stand, Both armed, with each a charger in his hand: A fatted sow for sacrifice is led, With imprecations on the perjured head. Near this, the traitor Metius, stretched between Four fiery steeds, is dragged along the green,