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252 And still she flames and raves the more

The deeper floats the field with gore.

With bristling hide and lifted horns

Io, all gold, his shield adorns,

Memorial grave and stern;

There Argus stands, her guard and foe,

And Inachus her sire lets flow

The river from his urn.

A cloud of footmen at his back,

And shielded hosts the plain make black:

Auruncans, Argives, brave and bold,

Rutulians and Sicanians old,

Sacranians thirsting for the field,

Labici with enamelled shield;

Who Tiber's lanws with ploughshare score

And pure Numicius' hallowed shore,

Subdue Rutulian slopes, and till

Circeii's venerable hill:

Where Anxur boasts her guardian Jove

And greenly blooms Feronia's grove;

Where Satura's unlovely pool

In sullen quiet sleeps,

And Ufens winds through valleys cool

And plunges in the deeps.

Last marches forth for Latium's sake

Camilla fair, the Volscian maid,

A troop of horsemen in her wake

In pomp of gleaming steel arrayed;

Stern warrior queen! those tender hands

Ne'er plied Minerva's ministries:

A virgin in the fight she stands

Or winged winds in speed outvies.

Nay, she could fly o'er fields of grain

Nor crush in flight the tapering wheat,