Chapter 35

“My dearest Anna, what new dreams affright My lab’ring soul! what visions of the night Disturb my quiet, and distract my breast With strange ideas of our Trojan guest! His worth, his actions, and majestic air, A man descended from the gods declare. Fear ever argues a degenerate kind; His birth is well asserted by his mind. Then, what he suffer’d, when by Fate betray’d! What brave attempts for falling Troy he made! Such were his looks, so gracefully he spok…