Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate,
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
Expelled and exiled, left the Trojan shore.
Long labors, both by sea and land he bore.
DRYDEN, _AEneid_, BOOK I.

It was at Juno's request that AE'o-lus, god of the winds, raised the
great storm, just at the time when the wanderers, after leaving
Drepanum, were about to direct their course towards the destined
Hesperian land. For though AEneas and his companions, following the
advice of Helenus, had offered prayers and sacrifices to the haughty
goddess, still her anger was not appeased. She could not forget the
judgment of Paris, or the prophecy that through the Trojan race was to
come destruction on the city she loved. And so when she saw the ships
of AEneas sailing towards the Italian coast, she gave vent to her
anger in bitter words. "Must I then," said she, "desist from my
purpose? Am I, the queen of heaven, not able to prevent the
Trojans from establishing their kingdom in Italy? Who then will
hereafter worship Juno or offer sacrifices on her altars?" With such
thoughts inflaming her breast, the goddess hastened to AE-o'lia, the
home of storms where dwelt AEolus, king of the winds. AEolia was one
of the ancient names of the islands between Italy and Sicily, now
known as the Lipari Islands. In a vast cave, in one of those islands
king AEolus held the winds imprisoned and controlled their fury lest
they should destroy the world--

In a spacious cave of living stone,
The tyrant AEolus, from his airy throne,
With power imperial curbs the struggling winds,
And sounding tempests in dark prisons binds: