Such bitter griefs, lamenting, I recount,
With cries shrill, tearful, deep,
(Ah woe! ah woe!)
That strike the ear with mourner's woe-fraught cry.
Though yet alive, I wail mine obsequies;
Thee, Apian sea-girt bluff,[218]
I greet (our alien speech
Thou knowest well, O land,) 110
And ofttimes fall, with rendings passionate,
On robe of linen and Sidonian veil.