A Temple here Sidonian Dido rais’d
To Heav’n’s dread Empress, that with Riches blaz’d;595
Unnumber’d Gifts adorn’d the costly Shrine,
By her own Presence hallow’d and divine.
Brass were the Steps, the Beams with Brass were strong,
And the resounding Doors, on brazen Hinges, rung.
Here, a strange Scene before his Eyes appears,600
To raise his Courage, and dispel his Fears;
Here first, he hopes his Fortunes to redress;
And finds a glimmering Prospect of Success.
While for the Queen he waited, and amaz’d
O’er the proud Shrine and pompous Temple gaz’d;605
While he the Town admires, and wond’ring stands
At the rich Labours of the Artist’s Hands;
Amid the story’d Walls, he saw appear,
Drawn to the Life, the tedious Trojan War;
The War, that Fame had blaz’d the World around,610
And ev’ry Battle fought on Phrygian Ground.
There
