"Come thou, Latonia, succour my distress! Guardian of groves, bright glory of the sky, If e'er with offerings for his son's success My sire thine altars hath adorned, or I Enriched them from the chase, and hung on high Spoils in thy deep-domed temple, or arrayed Thy roof with plunder; make this troop to fly, And guide my weapons through the air." He prayed, And, winged with strength, the steel went whistling through the shade.
LIII.

It struck the shield of Sulmo at his side; There broke the shaft and splintered.

Down he rolled Pierced through the midriff, and his life's warm tide Poured from his bosom, and the long sobs told Its heavings, ere the stiffening limbs grew cold.
All look around and tremble, when again The youth another javelin, waxing bold, Aimed from his ear-tip.

Through the temples twain Of Tagus whizzed the steel, and warmed within the brain.
LIV.

Fierce Volscens raves with anger, nor espies The wielder of the weapon, nor which way To rush, aflame with fury.