From Clusium[7] brought, and Cosa, by his care: For arms, light quivers, bows and shafts, they bear. Fierce Abas next: his men bright armour wore: His stern Apollo's golden statue bore. Six hundred Populonia sent along, All skilled in martial exercise, and strong. Three hundred more for battle Ilva joins, An isle renowned for steel, and unexhausted mines. Asylas on his prow the third appears, Who heaven interprets, and the wandering stars; From offered entrails, prodigies expounds, And peals of thunder, with presaging sounds. A thousand spears in warlike order stand, Sent by the Pisans under his command. Fair Astur follows in the watery field, Proud of his managed horse, and painted shield. Gravisca, noisome from the neighbouring fen, And his own Cære, sent three hundred men, With those which Minio's fields, and Pyrgi gave; All bred in arms, unanimous, and brave. Thou, Muse, the name of Cinyras renew, And brave Cupavo followed but by few; Whose helm confessed the lineage of the man, And bore, with wings displayed, a silver swan. Love was the fault of his famed ancestry, Whose forms and fortunes in his ensign fly. For Cycnus loved unhappy Phaëthon, And sung his loss in poplar groves, alone, Beneath the sister shades, to sooth his grief. Heaven heard his song, and hastened his relief, And changed to snowy plumes his hoary hair, And winged his flight, to chant aloft in air. His son Cupavo brushed the briny flood; Upon his stern a brawny Centaur stood, Who heaved a rock, and, threatening still to throw, With lifted hands alarmed the seas below: They seemed to fear the formidable sight, And rolled their billows on, to speed his flight.[8] Ocnus was next, who led his native train Of hardy warriors through the watery plain-- The son of Manto, by the Tuscan stream, From whence the Mantuan town derives the name-- An ancient city, but of mixed descent: Three several tribes compose the government; Four towns are under each; but all obey The Mantuan laws, and own the Tuscan sway. Hate to Mezentius armed five hundred more, } Whom Mincius from his sire Benacus bore-- } Mincius, with wreaths of reeds his forehead covered o'er. } These grave Aulestes leads: a hundred sweep With stretching oars at once the glassy deep. Him, and his martial train, the Triton bears; High on his poop the sea-green god appears: Frowning he seems his crooked shell to sound, And at the blast the billows dance around. A hairy man above the waist he shows; A porpoise-tail beneath his belly grows; And ends a fish: his breast the waves divides, And froth and foam augment the murmuring tides. Full thirty ships transport the chosen train, For Troy's relief, and scour the briny main.