Note 248 — BOOK XVII.
Alexander Pope translation · Edition 2
They wept. “Fast by the manger stands the inactive steed, And, sunk in sorrow, hangs his languid head; He stands, and careless of his golden grain, Weeps his associates and his master slain.” Merrick’s Tryphiodorus, v. 18-24. “Nothing is heard upon the mountains now, But pensive herds that for their master low, Straggling and comfortless about they rove, Unmindful of their pasture and their love.” Moschus, id. 3, parodied, ibid. “To close the pomp, Æthon, the steed of state, Is led, the funeral of his lord to wait. Stripp’d of his trappings, with a sullen pace He walks, and the big tears run rolling down his face.” Dryden’s Virgil, bk. ii