...iery steeds were bred in days of old. Borne by the winds, along thy coast I fled, Selinus, green with palm! and past the shore of Lilybaeum with its treacherous reef; till at the last the port of Drepanum received me to its melancholy strand. Here, woe is me I outworn by stormful seas, my sire, sole comfort of my grievous doom, Anchises ceased to be. O best of sires! Here didst thou leave me in t...