Chapter 58

She said no more. The trembling Trojans hear, O’erspread with a damp sweat and holy fear. The prince himself, with awful dread possess’d, His vows to great Apollo thus address’d: “Indulgent god, propitious pow’r to Troy, Swift to relieve, unwilling to destroy, Directed by whose hand the Dardan dart Pierc’d the proud Grecian’s only mortal part: Thus far, by fate’s decrees and thy commands, Thro’ ambient seas and thro’ devouring sands, Our exil’d crew has so…