"Me, from my country driven forth to roam The utmost deep, perforce the Fates' design And Fortune's power drove hitherward.

This home My mother, Nymph Carmentis, warned was mine; A god, Apollo, did these shores assign." So saying, he shows the altar and the gate Long called Carmental, from the Nymph divine, First seer who sang, with faithful voice, how great AEneas' race should rise, and Pallanteum's fate.
XLVI.

He shows the grove of Romulus, his famed Asylum; then, beneath the rock's cold crest Lupercal's cave, from Pan Lycaean named; Then, Argiletum's grove, whose shades attest The death of Argus, once the monarch's guest; Tarpeia's rock, the Capitolian height, Now golden--rugged 'twas of old, a nest Of tangled brakes, yet hallowed was the site E'en then, and wood and rock filled the rude hinds with fright.
XLVII.

"These wooded steeps," he said, "this sacred grove What godhead haunts, we know not; legends say Arcadians here have seen the form of Jove, And seen his right hand, with resistless sway, Shake the dread AEgis, and the clouds array.
See, yon two cities, once renowned by fame, Now ruined walls and crumbling to decay; This Janus built, those walls did Saturn frame; Janiculum was this, that bore Saturnia's name." XLVIII.

So talking, to Evander's lowly seat They journeyed.