But view the beauteous boy with more amaze, His rosy-coloured cheeks, his radiant eyes, His motions, voice, and shape, and all the god's disguise; Nor pass unpraised the vest and veil divine, Which wandering foliage and rich flowers entwine. But, far above the rest, the royal dame, (Already doomed to love's disastrous flame,) With eyes insatiate, and tumultuous joy, Beholds the presents, and admires the boy. The guileful god, about the hero long, With children's play, and false embraces, hung; Then sought the queen: she took him to her arms With greedy pleasure, and devoured his charms. Unhappy Dido little thought what guest, How dire a god, she drew so near her breast. But he, not mindless of his mother's prayer, } Works in the pliant bosom of the fair, } And moulds her heart anew, and blots her former care. } The dead is to the living love resigned; And all Æneas enters in her mind. Now, when the rage of hunger was appeased, The meat removed, and every guest was pleased, The golden bowls with sparkling wine are crowned, And through the palace cheerful cries resound. From gilded roofs depending lamps display Nocturnal beams, that emulate the day. A golden bowl, that shone with gems divine, } The queen commanded to be crowned with wine-- } The bowl that Belus used, and all the Tyrian line. } Then, silence through the hall proclaimed, she spoke:-- "O hospitable Jove! we thus invoke, With solemn rites, thy sacred name and power; Bless to both nations this auspicious hour! So may the Trojan and the Tyrian line In lasting concord from this day combine. Thou, Bacchus, god of joys and friendly cheer, And gracious Juno, both be present here! And you, my lords of Tyre, your vows address To heaven with mine, to ratify the peace." The goblet then she took, with nectar crowned, (Sprinkling the first libations on the ground,) And raised it to her mouth with sober grace, Then, sipping, offered to the next in place. 'Twas Bitias whom she called--a thirsty soul; He took the challenge, and embraced the bowl, With pleasure swilled the gold, nor ceased to draw, Till he the bottom of the brimmer saw. The goblet goes around: Iöpas brought His golden lyre, and sung what ancient Atlas taught-- The various labours of the wandering moon, And whence proceed the eclipses of the sun; The original of men and beasts; and whence } The rains arise, and fires their warmth dispense, } And fixed and erring stars dispose their influence; } What shakes the solid earth; what cause delays The summer nights, and shortens winter days. With peals of shouts the Tyrians praise the song; Those peals are echoed by the Trojan throng. The unhappy queen with talk prolonged the night, And drank large draughts of love with vast delight;