No More Learning

Breathless I fell, in giddy motion lost;
The Sinthians raised me on the Lemnian coast;(74)

He said, and to her hands the goblet heaved,
Which, with a smile, the white-arm'd queen received
Then, to the rest he fill'd; and in his turn,
Each to his lips applied the nectar'd urn,
Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies,
And unextinguish'd           shakes the skies.