“Ev’n as the wanderer, who, ere the sun dips his orb in the ocean, One last look still takes of the day-god, fast disappearing; Then, amid rocks rude-piled, umbrageous forests, and copsewoods, Sees his similitude float, wherever he fixes his vision; Finding it glancing before him, and dancing in magical colors.”

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A disfrenata saetta , an uncurbed arrow, like that which Pandarus shot at Menelaus, Iliad , IV 124:⁠—