And hell-dogs baying through the gloom, proclaimed The Goddess near.

"Back, back, unhallowed crew, And quit the grove!" the prophetess exclaimed, "Thou, bare thy blade, and take the road in view.
Now, Trojan, for a stalwart heart and true; Firmness and steadiness!" No more she cried, But back into the open cave withdrew, Fired with new frenzy.

He, with fearless stride, Treads on the Sibyl's heels, rejoicing in his guide.
XXXVII.

O silent Shades, and ye, the powers of Hell, Chaos and Phlegethon, wide realms of night, What ear hath heard, permit the tongue to tell, High matter, veiled in darkness, to indite .-- On through the gloomy shade, in darkling plight, Through Pluto's solitary halls they stray, As travellers, whom the Moon's unkindly light Baffles in woods, when, on a lonely way, Jove shrouds the heavens, and night has turned the world to grey.
XXXVIII.

Before the threshold, in the jaws of Hell, Grief spreads her pillow, with remorseful Care.
There sad Old Age and pale Diseases dwell, And misconceiving Famine, Want and Fear, Terrific shapes, and Death and Toil appear.
Death's kinsman, Sleep, and Joys of sinful kind, And deadly War crouch opposite, and here The Furies' iron chamber, Discord blind And Strife, her viperous locks with gory fillets twined.
XXXIX.