As many feathers as her form surround, Strange sight! peep forth so many watchful eyes, So many mouths and tattling tongues resound, So many ears among the plumes uprise.
By night with shrieks 'twixt heaven and earth she flies, Nor suffers sleep her eyelids to subdue; By day, the terror of great towns, she spies From towers and housetops, perched aloft in view, Fond of the false and foul, yet herald of the true.
XXV.

So now, exulting, with a mingled hum Of truth and falsehood, through the crowd she sped; How one AEneas hath from Ilion come, A Dardan guest, whom Dido deigns to wed.
Now, lapt in dalliance and with ease o'erfed, All winter long they revel in their shame, Lost to their kingdoms.

Such the tale she spread; And straight the demon to Iarbas came, And wrath on wrath upheaped, and fanned his soul to flame.
XXVI.

Born of a nymph, by Ammon's forced embrace, A hundred temples and in each a shrine He built to Jove, the father of his race, And lit the sacred fires, that sleepless shine, The Gods' eternal watches.

Slaughtered kine Smoke on the teeming pavement, garlands fair Of various hues the stately porch entwine.
Stung by the bitter tidings, in despair Before the gods he kneels, and pours a suppliant's prayer.
XXVII.