Chapter 62

Amidst the spirits, Palinurus press’d, Yet fresh from life, a new-admitted guest, Who, while he steering view’d the stars, and bore His course from Afric to the Latian shore, Fell headlong down. The Trojan fix’d his view, And scarcely thro’ the gloom the sullen shadow knew. Then thus the prince: “What envious pow’r, O friend, Brought your lov’d life to this disastrous end? For Phoebus, ever true in all he said, Has in your fate alone my faith betray’d. The…