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Or call to dreadful Fight some High Allies,
Whose Strength may turn the Fortune of the Day,
660 If Jove's high-thund'ring Arm should fail to part the Fray.
Whose Strength may turn the Fortune of the Day,
660 If Jove's high-thund'ring Arm should fail to part the Fray.
LXVII.
She ended Speech, and cloud-compelling Jove
His three-forkt Thunder takes to part the Fight,
With Goat-skin Shield descending from above,
Swift, silent, black, and terrible as Night.
665 In suddain Darkness[1] either Host he shrouds,
Harsh Thunders rowl, and blueish Light'nings blaze,
Yet not for loudest Peals or thickest Clouds
His Course impetuous Meridarpax stays.
Nor ceas'd the Din of War, tho' all around
670 Heav'n trembled from above, groan'd underneath the Ground.
She ended Speech, and cloud-compelling Jove
His three-forkt Thunder takes to part the Fight,
With Goat-skin Shield descending from above,
Swift, silent, black, and terrible as Night.
665 In suddain Darkness[1] either Host he shrouds,
Harsh Thunders rowl, and blueish Light'nings blaze,
Yet not for loudest Peals or thickest Clouds
His Course impetuous Meridarpax stays.
Nor ceas'd the Din of War, tho' all around
670 Heav'n trembled from above, groan'd underneath the Ground.
- ↑ v. 665. In suddain Darkness.] When the Author has a mind to save any Hero in Distress, he brings in some God to steal him away in a Cloud. A Conduct imitated by almost all his Commentators; who when their favourite Writer is in any Danger, constantly raise a Dust, that the Poet may escape in the Obscurity.
LXVIII.
