...ou in whose hands the Father of all gods and Sovereign of mankind confides the power to calm the waters or with winds upturn, great Aeolus! a race with me at war now sails the Tuscan main towards Italy , bringing their Ilium and its vanquished powers. Uprouse thy gales. Strike that proud navy down! Hurl far and wide, and strew the waves with dead! Twice seven nymphs are mine, of rarest mould; o...