Note 138 — BOOK IV.
Alexander Pope translation · Edition 2
As when the winds. “Thus, when a black-brow’d gust begins to rise, White foam at first on the curl’d ocean fries; Then roars the main, the billows mount the skies, Till, by the fury of the storm full blown, The muddy billow o’er the clouds is thrown.” Dryden’s Virgil, vii. 736.