[286] “An ancient forest, for the work design’d (The shady covert of the savage kind). The Trojans found: the sounding axe is placed: Firs, pines, and pitch-trees, and the tow’ring pride Of forest ashes, feel the fatal stroke, And piercing wedges cleave the stubborn oak. High trunks of trees, fell’d from the steepy crown Of the bare mountains, roll with ruin down.”