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Her flowing Hair, a Golden Caul restrains;
A golden Clasp, the Tyrian Robe sustains,
Then young Ascanius, with a sprightly Grace, 200
Leads on the Trojan Youth to view the Chace.
But far above the rest in beauty shines
The great Æneas, when the Troop he joins:
Like fair Apollo, when he leaves the frost
Of wintry Xanthus, and the Lycian Coast; 205
When to his Native Delos he resorts,
Ordains the Dances, and renews the Sports:
Where painted Scythians, mix'd with Cretin Bands,
Before the joyful Altars join their Hands.
Himself, on Cynthus walking, sees below 210
The merry Madness of the sacred Show.
Green Wreaths of Bays his length of Hair inclose,
A Golden Fillet binds his awful brows:
His Quiver sounds: Not less the Prince is seen
In manly Presence, or in lofty Meen. 215
Now had they reach'd the Hills, and storm'd the Seat
Of salvage Beasts, in Dens, their last Retreat;
The Cry pursues the Mountain-Goats; they bound
From Rock to Rock, and keep the craggy Ground:
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Quite otherwise the Stags, a trembling Train, 220
In Herds unsingl'd, scour the dusty Plain;
And a long Chace, in open view, maintain.
The glad Ascanius, as his Courser guides,
Spurs through the Vale; and these and those outrides.