Chapter 19

“Thus, when the rival winds their quarrel try, Contending for the kingdom of the sky, South, east, and west, on airy coursers borne; The whirlwind gathers, and the woods are torn: Then Nereus strikes the deep; the billows rise, And, mix’d with ooze and sand, pollute the skies. The troops we squander’d first again appear From several quarters, and enclose the rear. They first observe, and to the rest betray, Our diff’rent speech; our borrow’d arms survey. O…