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'O happy thrice, and yet again,

Who died at Troy like valiant men,

E'en in their parents' view!

O Diomed, first of Greeks in fray,

Why passed I not the plain that day,

Yielding my life to you,

Where, stretched beneath a Phrygian sky,

Fierce Hector, tall Sarpedon, lie:

Where Simois tumbles 'neath his wave

Shields, helms, and bodies of the brave?

The fleet is scattered in all directions: some ships are cast on the rocks; one goes down with all its crew before their leader's eyes. But Neptune, the sea-god, comes to the rescue. Friendly to the Trojans, as Juno is hostile to them, he resents the interference of the King of the Winds in his dominions—he knows by whose instance he has dared this outrage. He summons the offending winds, and chides them with stern authority:—

Back to your master instant flee,

And tell him, not to him but me

The imperial trident of the sea

Fell by the lot's award;

His is that prison-house of stone,

A prison, Eurus, all your own;

There let him lord it to his mind,

The jailer-monarch of the wind,

But keep its portal barred."

So the tempest is stilled, and Æneas, with seven ships, the survivors of his fleet of twenty, runs into a land-locked harbour on the coast of Carthage. The crews light a fire, and grind and parch their corn, while Æneas goes farther inland to reconnoitre, and kills deer to mend their meal. Wine they have good