And from afar his Arrows gall the Foe.


ÆNEID.

Arms and the Man I sing, the first who driv'n
From _Trojan_ Shores, the Fugitive of Heav'n,
Came to th' _Italian_ and _Lavinian_ Coast;
Much o'er the Earth was He, and Ocean tost,
By Heavenly Powers, and _Juno_'s lasting Rage;
Much too He bore, long Wars compell'd to wage;
E'er He the Town could raise, and of his Gods,
In _Latium_ settle the secure Abodes;
Whence in a long Descent the _Latins_ come,
The _Albine_ Fathers, and the Tow'rs of _Rome_.


Sept. 6. 1736.

_I am_, SIR, _&c._

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_P.S._

I Should not part with the Passage in _Homer_ above-mentioned without
observing that the Speech of _Apollo_'s Priest is wonderfully
Peinturesque, and in Character. We plainly see the Priest holding up
his Hands, and pointing with his Crown and Sceptre to Heaven.