Chapter 30

“At length her lord descends upon the plain, In pomp, attended with a num’rous train; Receives his friends, and to the city leads, And tears of joy amidst his welcome sheds. Proceeding on, another Troy I see, Or, in less compass, Troy’s epitome. A riv’let by the name of Xanthus ran, And I embrace the Scaean gate again. My friends in porticoes were entertain’d, And feasts and pleasures thro’ the city reign’d. The tables fill’d the spacious hall around, …