.... On every side fair youths and maidens made a festal song, and hauled the ropes with merry heart and gay. So on and up it rolled, a tower of doom, and in proud menace through our Forum moved. O Ilium , my country, where abode the gods of all my sires! O glorious walls of Dardan's sons! before your gates it passed, four times it stopped and dreadful clash of arms four times from its vast concav...