Page:Virgil's Pastorals, Georgics and Aeneis - Dryden (1709) - volume 2.djvu/110

302 And forms a Port secure for Ships to ride, Broke by the jutting Land on either side: In double Streams the briny Waters glide. Betwixt two rows of Rocks, a Sylvan Scene Appears above, and Groves for ever green: A Grott is form'd beneath, with Mossy Seats, To rest the Nereids, and exclude the Heats. Down thro' the Cranies of the living Walls The Crystal Streams descend in murm'ring Falls. No Haulsers need to bind the Vessels here, Nor bearded Anchors, for no Storms they fear. Sev'n Ships within this happy Harbour meet, The thin Remainders of the scatter'd Fleet. The Trojans, worn with Toils, and spent with Woes, Leap on the welcome Land, and seek their wish'd Repose. First, good Achates, with repeated stroaks Of clashing Flints, their hidden Fire provokes; Short Flame succeeds, a Bed of wither'd Leaves The dying Sparkles in their Fall receives: Caught into Life, in smoaking Fumes they rise, And, fed with stronger Food, invade the Skies. The Trojans, dropping wet, or stand around The chearful blaze, or lye along the Ground: Some dry their Corn infected with the Brine, Then grind with Marbles, and prepare to dine. Æneas climbs the Mountain's airy Brow, And takes a Prospect of the Seas below: