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Rh And with his hand divinely strong

Portunus pushed the bark along:

Swifter than wind or shaft it flies

To land, and in the haven lies.

Æneas then, assembling all,

Proclaims aloud by herald's call

Cloanthus victor of the day,

And wreaths his conquering brows with bay:

Three goodly bulls he bids him choose

(Such boon is given to all the crews)

With wine, and to his vessel bear

A silver talent, for its

The chiefs themselves receive beside

Rich gifts of more conspicuous pride:

A gold-wrought scarf of rare device

Upon the conqueror he bestows,

Around whose field meandering twice

A stream of Grecian purple flows:

Inwoven there the princely boy

Along the wooded hills of Troy

Is following on the flying deer

With eager foot and lifted spear,

So keen, his pants are all but heard:—

Down swoops the thunder-bearing bird,

And from the mountain bears away

In taloned claws the beauteous prey.

His aged guardians raise on high

Their hands: the fierce hounds bay the sky.

But he whose prowess in the race

Won for his bark the second place,

To hi m he gives a shirt of mail,

A three-piled work of golden scale,

Which from Demoleos' breast he tore

Victorious once on Simois' shore—