Which, wand'ring long, at last thou shalt erect."
DRYDEN, _AEneid_, BOOK I.

Awaking from his sleep, AEneas was startled by the clash of arms and
by cries of battle, which he now heard on all sides. Rushing to the
roof of the house and gazing around, he saw the palaces of many of the
Trojan princes in flames, and he heard the shouts of the victorious
Greeks, and the blaring of their trumpets. Notwithstanding the warning
of Hector, he ran for his weapons.

Resolved on death, resolved to die in arms,
But first to gather friends, with them to oppose
(If fortune favored) and repel the foes.
DRYDEN, _AEneid_, BOOK II.

At the door, as he was going forth to join the combat, he met the
Trojan Pan'thus, a priest of Apollo, who had just escaped by flight
from the swords of the Greeks. In reply to the questions of AEneas,
the priest told him, in words of grief and despair, that Troy's last
day had come.

"'Tis come, our fated day of death.
We have been Trojans; Troy has been;
She sat, but sits no more, a queen;
Stern Jove an Argive rule proclaims;
Greece holds a city wrapt in flames.
There in the bosom of the town
The tall horse rains invasion down,
And Sinon, with a conqueror's pride,
Deals fiery havoc far and wide.