From the rough crags of Tetrica came down Her hosts; they came from tall Severus' flank, From Foruli and fam'd Casperia's town, Wash'd by Himella's waves, and those who drank Of Fabaris, or dwelt on Tiber's bank.
Those, too, whom Nursia sendeth from the snows, And Horta's sons, in many an ordered rank, And tribes of Latin origin, and those Between whose parted fields th' ill-omened Allia flows.
XCVII.

As roll the billows on the Libyan deep, When fierce Orion in the wintry main Sinks, dark with tempests, and the waves upleap; As, parched with suns of summer, stands the grain On Hermus' fields, or Lycia's golden plain; So countless swarm the multitudes around Bold Clausus, and the wide air rings again With echoes, as their clashing shields resound, And with the tramp of feet they shake the trembling ground.
XCVIII.

There Agamemnon's kinsman yokes his steeds, Halaesus.

Trojans were his foes, his friend Was Turnus.

Lo, a thousand tribes he leads; Those who on Massic hills the vineyards tend, Those whom Auruncans from their mountains send.
From Sidicinum and her neighbouring plain, From Cales, from Volturnus' shoals they wend.
From steep Saticulum the sturdy swain, Fierce for the fray, comes down and joins the Oscan train.
XCIX.