When pale Orion sets in wint'ry rain, Nor thicker harvests on rich Hermus rise, 995 Or Lycian fields, when Phoebus burns the skies, Than stand these troops: their bucklers ring around; Their trampling turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground. 1000 High in his chariot then Halesus came, A foe by birth to Troy's unhappy name : · From Agamemnon born-to Turnus' aid, A thousand men the youthful hero led, Who till the Massic soil, for wine renown'd, And fierce Auruncans from their hilly ground, 1005 And those who live by Sidicinian shores, And where with shoaly fords Vulturnus roars, Cales' and Osca's old inhabitants, And rough Saticulans, inur'd to wants. 1010 Nor, Ebalus, shalt thou be left unsung, But that short isle th' ambitious youth disdain'd, O'er Batulum, and where Abella sees, From her high tow'rs, the harvest of her trees. 1020 Wield brazen swords, and brazen bucklers hold; Sling weighty stones when from afar they fight; 1024 Their casques are cork, a cov'ring thick and light. Next these in rank, the warlike Ufens went, And led the mountain troops that Nursia sent. The rude Aquiculæ his rule obey'd;, Hunting their sport, and plund'ring was their trade. In arms they plough'd, to battle still prepar'd: 1030 Their soil was barren, and their hearts were hard. 1035 Umbro the priest the proud Marrubians led, In sighs remurmur'd to the Fucine floods. 1045 And nurs'd his youth along the marshy shore, In fruitful fields; and Virbius was his name. Was by his stepdame sought to share her bed: 1050 1055 Struck to the centre, with his flaming dart, 1060 Th' unhappy founder of the godlike art. But Trivia kept in secret shades alone, 1064 Where then he liv'd obscure, but safe from Jove. His son, the second Virbius, yet retain'd His father's art; and warrior steeds he rein'd. 1070 Amid the troops, and like the leading god, High o'er the rest in arms, the graceful Turnus rode: A triple pile of plumes his crest adorn'd, On which with belching flames Chimæra burn'd: The more the kindled combat rises high'r, The more with fury burns the blazing fire. Fair lö grac'd his shield; but Iö now With horns exalted stands, and seems to low- 1075 To watch her walks, his hundred eyes apply'd; 1080 1085 A cloud of foot succeeds, and fills the fields 1090 Last from the Volscians fair Camilla came, And led her warlike troops, a warrior dame: 1095 Unbred to spinning, in the loom unskill'd, She chose the nobler Pallas of the field. Mix'd with the first, the fierce virago fought, Men, boys, and women, stupid with surprise, On her smooth shoulders, and so suits her face; Her head with ringlets of her hair is crown'd; 1110 She shakes her myrtle jav'lin; and, behind, |