...a matron run, who, in her trance, Relieves her bosom of the god within. ' Where dost thou snatch me, Paean, to what shore 'Through airy regions borne? I see the snows 'Of Thracian mountains; and Philippi 's plains 'Lie broad beneath. But why these battle lines, 'No foe to vanquish-Rome on either hand? 'Again I wander 'neath the rosy hues 'That paint thine eastern skies, where regal Nile 'Meets wi...