Chapter 81

When Turnus had assembled all his pow’rs, His standard planted on Laurentum’s tow’rs; When now the sprightly trumpet, from afar, Had giv’n the signal of approaching war, Had rous’d the neighing steeds to scour the fields, While the fierce riders clatter’d on their shields; Trembling with rage, the Latian youth prepare To join th’ allies, and headlong rush to war. Fierce Ufens, and Messapus, led the crowd, With bold Mezentius, who blasphem’d aloud. These th…