In twenty sail the bold Perrhæbians came From Cyphus, Guneus was their leader’s name. With these the Enians join’d, and those who freeze Where cold Dodona lifts her holy trees; Or where the pleasing Titaresius glides, And into Peneus rolls his easy tides; Yet o’er the silvery surface pure they flow, The sacred stream unmix’d with streams below, Sacred and awful! from the dark abodes Styx pours them forth, the dreadful oath of gods!