Thus having said, she turn’d, and made appear Her neck refulgent, and dishevel’d hair, Which, flowing from her shoulders, reach’d the ground.
Behold the royal prophetess, the fair Cassandra, dragg’d by her dishevel’d hair, Whom not Minerva’s shrine, nor sacred bands, In safety could protect from sacrilegious hands: On heav’n she cast her eyes, she sigh’d, she cried’T was all she could— her tender arms were tied.
A troop of Trojans mix’d with these appear, And mourning matrons with dishevel’d hair.
Then they, whose mothers, frantic with their fear, In woods and wilds the flags of Bacchus bear, And lead his dances with dishevel’d hair, Increase the clamor, and the war demand, (Such was Amata’s interest in the land,) Against the public sanctions of the peace, Against all omens of their ill success.
) the flames, involv’d in smoke Of incense, from the sacred altar broke, Caught her dishevel’d hair and rich attire; Her crown and jewels crackled in the fire: From thence the fuming trail began to spread And lambent glories danc’d about her head.
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