6/46 I have seen," he cries, "And marked thee toiling in their teeth in vain. What sweeter shore to gain, V. "What port more welcome to a wearied fleet And wave-worn mariners, what land more blest Than that where still Acestes lives, to greet His Dardan friends, and in the boon earth's breast My father's bones, Anchises', are at rest ?" He spake; at once the Trojans strive to gain The port. Fair breezes, blowing from the West, Swell out the sails. They bound along the main, And soon with gladdening hearts the well-known shore attain. |