LXXVII.

High barrows, without marble, or a name, A vast, untilled, and mountain-skirted plain,[ec] And Ida in the distance, still the same, And old Scamander (if 't is he) remain; The situation seems still formed for fame-- A hundred thousand men might fight again, With ease; but where I sought for Ilion's walls, The quiet sheep feeds, and the tortoise[250] crawls;[ed]