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The distant shepherd trembling hears the sound: 520|But Phæbus now from Ilion's towering height So mix both hosts, and so their cries rebound. Shines forth reveal'd, and animates the fight. The bold Antilochus the slaughter led,

Trojans, be bold, and force with force oppose; The first who struck a valiant Trojan dead: Your foaming steeds urge headlong on the foes! At great Echepolus the lance arrives,

Nor are their bodies rocks, nor ribb’d with steel, Raised his high crest, and through his helmet Your weapons enter, and your strokes they feel. 590 drives;

Have ye forgot what seem'd your dread before ? Warm'd in the brain the brazen weapon lies, The great, the fierce Achilles fights no more. And shades eternal settle o'er his eyes.

Apollo thus, from lion's lofty towers So sinks a tower, that long assaults had stood Array'd in terrors, roused the Trojan powers: Or force and fire ; ils walls besmear'd with blood. While War's fierce goddess fires the Grecian foe, llim, the bold leader of the Abantian throng* 530 And shouts and thunders in the fields below. Seized to despoil, and dragg’d the corpse along: Then great Diores fell, by doom divine, But while he strove to tug the inserted dart, In vain his valour and illustrious line. Agenor's javelin reach'd the hero's heart.

A broken rock the force of Pirus threw His fiank, unguarded by his ample shield, (Who from cold Ænus led the Thracian erew;) 600 Admits the lance: he falls, and spurns the field; Full on his ankle dropp'd the ponderous stone, The nerves, unbraced, support his limbs no more, Burst the strong nerves, and erash'd the solid bone: The soul comes floating in a tide of gore.

Supine he tumbles on the crimson sands, The war renews, the warriors bleed again ; Before his helpless friends and native bands, Trojans and Greeks now gather round the slain; And spreads for aid his unavailing hands. As o'er their prey rapacious wolves engage, 540 The foe rush'd furious as he pants for breath, Man dies on man, and all is blood and rage. And through his navel drove the pointed death; In blooming youth fair Simoïsius fell,

His gushing entrails smoked upon the ground, Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell :

And the warm life came issuing from the wound. Fair Simoïsius, whom his mother bore,

His lance bold Thaos at the conqueror sent, 619 Amid the flocks on silver Simois' shore:

Deep in his breast above the pap it went ; The nymph descending from the hills of Ide, Amid the lungs was fix'd the winged wood, To seek her parents on bis flowery side,

And quivering in his heaving bosom stood : Brought forth the babe, their common care and joy, Till from the dying chief, approaching near, And thence from Simois named the lovely boy. The Ætolian warrior tugg'd his weighty spear: Short was his date: by dreadful Ajax slain, 550 Then sudden waved his flaming falchion round, He falls, and renders all their cares in vain! And gash'd his belly with a ghastly wound. So falls a poplar, that in watery ground

The corpse now breathless on the bloody plain, Raised high the head, with stately branches crown'd, To spoil his arms the vietor strove in vain; (Fell'd by some artist with his shining steel, The Thracian bands against the victor press'd; To shape the circle of the bending wheel ;) A grove of lances glitter'd at his breast. Cut down, it lies, tall, smooth and largely spread, Stern Thaos, glaring with revengeful eyes, With all its beauteous honours on its head; In sullen fury slowly quits the prize. There, left a subject to the wind and rain,

Thus fell two heroes; one the pride of Thrace, And scorch'd by suns, it withers on the plain. And one the leader of the Epeian race: Thus, pierced by Ajax, Simoïsius lies

560 Death's sable shade at once o'ercast their eyes, Stretch'd on the shore, and thus neglected dies. In dust the vanquish'd and the victor lies. At Ajax Antiphus his javelin threw;

With copious slaughter all the fields are red, The pointed lance with erring fury flew,

And heap'd with growing mountains of the dead. And Leucas, loved by wise Ulysses, slew.

Had some brave chief this martial scene beheld, He drops the corpse of Simoïsius slain,

By Pallas guarded through the dreadful field;

631 And sinks a breathless carcass on the plain. Might darts be bid to turn their points away, This saw Ulysses, and with grief enraged,

And swords around himn innocently play ; Strode where the foremost of the foes engaged: The war's whole art with wonder had he seen, Arm'd with his spear, he meditates the wound,

And counted heroes where he couoted men.
In act to throw; but, cautious, look'd around. 570 So fought each host with thirst of glory fired,
Struck at his sight the Trojans backward drew, And crowds on crowds triumphantly expired.
And, trembling, heard the javelin as it flew.
A chief stood nigh, who from Abydos came,
Old Priam's son, Democoön was his name;

The weapon enter'd close above his car,
Cold through his temples glides the whizzing spear ;

With piercing sbrieks the youth resigns his breath,

The Acts of Diomed. His cye-balls darken with the shades of death;

Diomed, assisted by Pallas, performs wonders in this Ponderous he falls; his rlanging arms resound;

day's battle. Pandarus wounds him with an arrow, And his broad buckler rings against the ground. 580

but the goddess cures him, enables him to discern gods Seized with affright the boldest foes appear;

from mortals, and prohibits him from contending with

any of the former, excepting Venus. Æneas joins PanE'en godlike Hector seems himself to fear;

darus to oppose him; Pandarus is killed, and Æneas Slow he gave way, the rest tumultuous fled;

in great danger, but for the assistance of Venus; who, The Greeks with shouts press on, and spoil the dead. as she is removing her son from fight, is wounded on

the hand by Diomed. Apollo seconds her in his rescut, * Elphenor.

and at length carries off Æneas to Troy where he is

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healed in the temple of Pergamus. Mars rallies the Thy fate was next, O Phæslus! doom'd to feel
Trojans, and assists Hector to make a stand. In the The great Idomeneus' protended steel ;
mean time Æneas is restored to the field, and they Whom Borus sent (his son and only joy)
overthrow several of the Greeks; among the rest Tle.

polemus is slain by Sarpedon. Juno and Minerva From fruitful Tarne to the fields of Troy.
descend to resist Mars; the latter incites Diomed to go The Cretan javelin reach'd him from afar,
against that god; he wounds him, and sends him And pierced his shoulder as he mounts his car;
groaning to heaven.

Back from the car he tumbles to the ground,
The first battle continues through this book. The scene And everlasting shades his eyes surround.
is the same as in the former.

Then died Scamandrius, expert in the chase,
In woods and wilds to wound the savage race;

Diana taught him all her sylvan arts,

To bend the bow, and aim unerring darts :
But Pallas now Tydides' soul inspires,

But vainly here Diana's art he tries,
Fills with her force, and warms with all her fires, The fatal lance arrests him as he fies;

Above the Greeks his deathless fame to raise, From Menelaiis arm the weapon sent,
And crown her hero with distinguish'd praise. Through his broad back and heaving bosom went ;
High on his helm celestial lightnings play, Down sinks the warrior with a thundering sound,
His beamy shield emits a living ray;

His brazen armour rings against the ground.
The unwearied blaze incessant streams supplies, Next artful Phereclus untimely fell:
Like the red star that fires the autumnal skies, Bold Merion sent him to the realms of hell.
When fresh he rears his radiant orb to sight, Thy father's skill, O Phereclus, was thine,
And bath'd in Ocean shoots a keener light. 10 The graceful fabric and the fair design;
Such glories Pallas on the chief bestow'd,

For, loved by Pallas, Pallas did impart
Such, from his arms, the fierce effulgence flow'd: To him the shipwright's and the builder's art. 80
Onward she drives him, furious to engage,

Beneath his hand the feet of Paris rose,
Where the fight burns, and where the thickest rage. The fatal cause of all his country's woes;

The sons of Dares first the combat sought, But he, the mystic will of heaven unknown,
A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault;

Nor saw his country's peril, nor his own.
In Vulcan's fane the father's days were led, The hapless artist, while confused he fled,
The sons to toils of glorious battle bred :

The spear of Merion mingled with the dead,
These, singled from their troops, the fight maintain, Through his right hip with forceful fury cast,
These from their steeds, Tydides on the plain. 20 Between the bladder and the bone it pass's :
Fierce for renown the brother chiefs draw near, Prone on his knees he falls with fruitless cries,
And first bold Phegeus cast his sounding spear, And death in lasting slumber seals his eyes. 90
Which o'er the warrior's shoulder took its course, From Meges' force the swift Pedæus fled,
And spent in empty air its erring force.

Antenor's offspring from a foreign bed,
so, Tydides, fiew thy lance in vain,

Whose generous spouse, Theano, heavenly fair,
But pierced his breast, and stretch'd him on the plain. Nursed the young stranger with a mother's care.
Seized with unusual fear, Idæus fled,

How vain those cares! when Meges in the rear
Left the rich chariot, and his brother dead : Full in his nape infix'd the fatal spear;
And had not Vulcan lent celestial aid,

Swift through his crackling jaws the weapon glides,
He too had sunk to death's eternal shade. 30 And the cold tongue the grinning teeth divides.
But in a smoky cloud the god of fire

Then died Hypsenor, generous and divine,
Preserved the son, in pity to the sire.

Sprung from the brave Dolopian's mighty line, 100 The steeds and chariot, to the navy led,

Who near adored Scamander made abode,
Increased the spoils of gallant Diomed.

Priest of the stream, and honour'd as a god.
Struck with amaze and shame, the Trojan crew On bim, amidst the flying numbers found,
Or slain, or fled, the sons of Dares view;

Eurypylus inflicts a deadly wound;
When by the blood-stain'd hand Minerva press'd On his broad shoulder fell the forceful brand,
The god of battles, and this speech address'd : Then glancing downward, lopp'd his holy hand,
Stern power of war! by whom the mighty fall, Which stain'd with sacred blood the blushing
Who bathe in blood, and shake the lofty wall! 40 sand.
Let the brave chiefs their glorious toils divide; Down sunk the priest : the purple hand of death
And whose the conquest mighty Jove decide; Closed his dim eye, and fate suppress'd his breath.
While we from interdicted fields retire,

Thus toil'd the chiefs, in different parts engaged,
Nor tempt the wrath of heaven's avenging sire. In every quarter fierce Tydides raged,

111 Her words allay'd the impetuous warrior's heat, Amid the Greek, amid the Trojan train, The god of arms and martial maid retreat ;

Rapt through the ranks he thunders o'er the plain ;
Removed from fight, on Xanthus' flowery bounds Now here, now there, he darts from place to place,
They sat, and listen'd to the dying sounds. Pours on the rear, or lightens in their face.

Meantime, the Greeks the Trojan race pursue, Thus from high hills the torrents swift and strong
And some bold chieftain every leader slew : 50 Deluge whole fields, and sweep the trees along;
First Odius falls, and bites the bloody sand,

Through ruin'd moles the rushing waves resounds,
His death ennobled by Atrides' hand :

O'erwhelms the bridge, and bursts the lofty bounds.
As he to fight his wheeling car address'd, The yellow harvests of the ripen'd year, 120
The speedy javelin drove from back to breast. And flatted vineyards, one sad waste appear!
lo dust the mighty Halizonian lay,

While Jove descends in sluicy sheets of rain,
Ilis arms resound, the spirit wings its way.

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So raged Tydides boundless in his ire,

Sons of Eurydamnus, who, wise and old,

Drove armies back, and made all Troy retire. Could fates foresee, and mystic dreams unfold:
With grief the leader of the Lycian band*

The youths return'd not from the doubtful plain,
Saw the wide waste of his destructive hand: And the sad father tried his arts in vain ;
His bended bow against the chief he drew: No mystic dream could make their fates appear,
Swift to the mark, the thirsty arrow tiew,

Though now determined by Tydides' spear.
Whose forky point the hollow breast-plate tore, 130 Young Xanthus next, and Thoön felt his rage :
Deep in his shoulder pierced, and drank the gore: The joy and hope of Phænops' feeble age;
The rushing stream his brazen armour dyed, Vast was his wealth, and these the only heirs
While the proud archer thus exulting cried : Of all his labours, and a life of cares.
Hither ye Trojans, hither drive your steeds ! Cold death o'ertakes them in their blooming years,
Lo! by our hand the bravest Grecian bleeds. And leaves the father unavailing tears :

201 Not long the dreadful dart he can sustain;

To strangers now descends his heapy store,
Or Phæbus urged me to these fields in vain. The race forgotten, and the name no more.
So spoke he, boastful; but the winged dart

Two sons of Priam in one chariot ride,
Stopp'd short of life, and mock'd the shooter's art; Glittering in arms, and combat side by side.
The wounded chief behind his car retired, 140 As when the lordly lion seeks his food
The helping hand of Sthenelus required ; Where grazing heifers range the lonely wood,
Swift from his seat he leap'd upon the ground, He leaps amidst them with a furious bound,
And tugg'd the weapon from the gushing wound: Bends their strong necks, and tears them to the ground
When thus the king his guardian power address'd, So from their seats the brother chiefs are torn, 210
The purple current wandering o'er his vest : Their steeds and chariot to the navy borne.
O progeny of Jove ! unconquer'd maid !

With deep concern divine Æneas view'd
If e'er my godlike sire deserved thy aid,

The foe prevailing, and his friends pursued.
If e'er I felt thee in the fighting field;

Through the thick storm of singing spears he flies,
Now, goddess, now thy sacred succour yield. Exploring Pandarus with careful eyes.
Oh give my lance to reach the Trojan knight, 150 At length he found Lycaon's mighty son;
Whose arrow wounds the chief thou guard'st in fight; To whom the chief of Venus' race begun :
And lay the boaster groveling on the shore,

Where, Pandarus, are all thy honours now,
That vaunts these eyes shall view the light no more. Thy winged arrows, and unerring bow,
Thus pray'd Tydides, and Minerva heard ; Thy matchless skill, thy yet unrival'd fame,

His nerves confir'd, his languid spirit cheer'd, And boasted glory of the Lycian name?
He feels each limb with wonted vigour light; Oh pierce that mortal! if we mortal call
His beating bosom claims the promised fight. That wondrous force by which whole armies fall ;
Be bold (she cried,) in every combat shine,

Or god incensed, who quils the distant skies
War be thy province, thy protection mine; To punish Troy for slighted sacrifice;
Rush to the fight, and every soe controul; 160 (Which, oh avent from our unhappy state!
Wake each paternal virtue in the soul :

For what so dreadful as celestial bate ?)
Strength swells thy boiling breast, infused by me, Whoe'er he be, propitiate Jove with prayer ;
And all thy godlike father breathes in thee! If man, destroy ; if god, entreat to spare.
Yet more, from mortal mists I purge thy eyes, To him the Lycian: Whom your eyes behold, 230
And set to view the warring deities.

If right I judge, is Diomed the bold !
These see thou shun, through all the embattled plain, Such coursers whirl him o'er the dusty field,
Nor rashly strive where human force is vain. So towers his helmet, and so fames his shield.
If Venus mingle in the martial band,

If 'tis a god, he wears that chief's disguise ;
Her shalt thou wound: so Pallas gives command. Or if that chief, some guardian of the skies,

With that the blue-eyed virgin wing'd her flight; Involved in clouds, protects him in the fray,
The hero rush'd impetuous to the fight; 171 And turns unseen the frustrate dart away.
With tenfold ardour now invades the plain, I wing'd an arrow, which not idly fell,
Wild with delay, and more enraged by pain. The stroke had fix'd him to the gates of hell;
As on the fleecy flocks, when hunger calls, And, but some god, some angry god withstands, 240
Amidst the field a brindled lion falls;

His fate was due to these unerring hands.
If chance some shepherd with a distant dart Skill'd in the bow, on foot I sought the war,
The savage wound, he rouses at the smart,

Nor join'd swift horses to the rapid car.
He foams, he roars; the shepherd dares not stay, Ten polish'd chariots I possess'd at home,
But trembling leaves the scattering tlocks a prey; And still they grace Lycaon's princely dome :
Heaps fall on beaps; he bathes with blood the ground, There veil'd in spacious coverlets they stand ;
Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound. 181 And twice ten coursers wait their lord's command.
Not with less fury stern Tydides flew,

The good old warrior bade me trust to these,
And two brave leaders at an instant slew;

When first for Troy I sail'd the sacred seas;
Astynous breathless fell, and by his side

In fields, aloft, the whirling car to guide ; 250
His people's pastor, good Hypenor, died; And through the ranks of death triumphant ride.
Astynous' breast the deadly lance receives, But vain with youth, and yet to thrift inclined,
Hypenor's shoulder his broad falchion cleaves. I heard his councils with unbeedful mind,
Those slain he left; and sprung with noble rage And thought the steeds (your large supplies unknown)
Abas and Polyödus to engage;

Might fail of forage in the straiten'd town;

So took my bow and pointed darts in hand, * Pandarus.

And left the chariots in my native land.

Too late, O friend ! my rashness I deplore; Swift to Æneas' empty seat proceed, These shafts, once fatal, carry death no more. And seize the coursers of ethereal breed : Tydeus' and Atreus' sons their points have found, The race of those, which once the thundering god And undissembled gore pursued the wound. 261 For ravish'd Ganymede on Tros bestow'd, In vain they bled: this unavailing bow

The best that e'er on earth's broad surface run,

330 Serves not to slaughter, but provoke the foe. Beneath the rising or the setting sun. In evil hour these bended horns I strung,

Hence great Anchises stole a breed, unknown And seized the quiver where it idly hung.

By mortal mares, from fierce Laomedon: Carsed be the fate that sent me to the field, Four of this race bis ample stalls contain, Without the warrior's arms, the


and shield! And two transport Æneas o'er the plain. If e'er with life I quit the Trojan plain,

These, were the rich immortal prize our own, Ife'er I see my spouse and sire again,

Through the wide world should make our glory This bow unfaithful to my glorious aims,

270 known. Broke by my hand, shall feed the blazing flames. Thus while they spoke, the foe came furious on,

To whom the leader of the Dardan race: And stern Lycaon's warlike race begun :
Be calm, nor Phæbus' honour'd gift disgrace.

Prince, thou art met. Though late in vain assail'd, The distant dart be praised, though here we need The spear may enter where the arrow fail'd. 341 The rushing chariot, and the bounding steed.

He said, then shook the ponderous lance, and flung; Against yon hero let us bend our course,

On his broad shield the sounding weapon rung, And, hand to hand, encounter force with force. Pirced the tough orb, and in his cuirass hung. Now mount my seat, and from the chariot's height He bleeds! the pride of Greece! (the boaster cries) Observe my father's steeds, renown'd in fight. Our triumph now, the mighty warrior lies ! Practised alike to turn, to stop, to chase, 280 Mistaken vaunter! Diomed replied; To dare the shock, or urge the rapid race: Thy dart has err'd, and now my spear be tried : Secure with these, through fighting fields we go; Ye 'scape not both ; one, headlong from his car, Or safe to Troy, if Jove assist the foe.

With hostile blood shall glut the god of war.

350 Haste, seize the whip, and snatch the guiding rein; He spoke, and rising hurl'd his forceful dart, 'The warrior's fury let this arm sustain;

Which, driven by Pallas, pierced a vital part:
Or, if to combat thy bold heart incline,

Full in his face it enter'd, and betwixt
Take thou the spear, the chariot's care be mine. The nose and eye-ball the proud Lycian fix'd;

O prince! (Lycaon's valiant son replied) Crash'd all his jaws, and cleft the tongue within,
As thine the steeds, be thine the task to guide. |Till the bright point look'd out beneath the chin.
The horses, practised to their lord's command, 290 Headlong he falls, his helmet knocks the ground;
Shall hear the rein, and answer to thy hand. Earth groans beneath him, and his arms resound;
But if, unhappy, we desert the fight,

The starting coursers tremble with affright; Thy voice alone can animate their flight:

The soul indignant seeks the realms of night. 360 Else shall our fates be number'd with the dead, To guard his slaughter'd friend Æneas files, And these, the victor's prize, in triumph led. His spear extending where the carcass lies; Thine be the guidance then: with spear and shield Watchful he wheels, protects it every way, Myself will charge this terror of the field.

As the grim lion stalks around his prey. And now both heroes mount the glittering car; O'er the fall’n trunk his ample shield display'd, The bounding coursers rush amidst the war. He hides the hero with his mighty shade, Their fierce approach the bold Sthenelus espied, 300 And threats aloud: the Greeks with longing eyes Who thus, alarm’d, to great Tydides cried : Behold at distance, but forbear the prize.

O friend! two chiefs of force immense I see, Then fierce Tydides stoops; and from the fields, Dreadful they come, and bend their rage on thee : Heaved with vast force, a rocky fragment wields : Lo the brave heir of old Lycaon's line,

Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise, And great Æneas, sprung from race divine ! Such men as live in these degenerate days. Enough is given to fame. Ascend thy car; He swung it round; and gathering strength to throw And save a life, the bulwark of our war.

Discharged the ponderous ruin at the foe. At this the hero cast a gloomy look,

Where to the hip the inserted thigh unites, Fird on the chief with scorn: and thus he spoke : Full on the bone the pointed marble lights ;

Me dost thou bid to shun the coming fight? 310 Through both the tendons broke the rugged stone, Me wouldst thou move to base, inglorious flight ? And stripp'd the skin, and crack'd the solid bone. Know, 'tis not honest in my soul to fear,

Sunk on his knees, and staggering with his pains, Nor was Tydides bom to tremble here.

His falling bulk his bended arm sustains; 380 I hate the cumbrous chariot's slow advance, Lost in a dizzy mist the warrior lies, And the long distance of the flying lance;

A sudden cloud comes swimming o'er his eyes. But while my nerves are strong, my force entire There the brave chief, who mighty numbers sway'd, Thus front the foe, and emulate my sire.

Oppress'd had sunk to death's eternal shade;
Nor shall yon steeds that fierce to fight convey But heavenly Venus, mindful of the love
Those threatening heroes, bear them both away;

She bore Anchises in the Idean grove,
One chief at least beneath this arm shall die, 320 His danger views with anguish and despair,
So Pallas tells me, and forbids to fly.

And guards her offspring with a mother's care:
But if she dooms, and if no god withstand, About her much-loved son her arms she throws,
That both shall fall by one victorious hand ; Her arms whose whiteness match the falling snows.
Then heed my words: my horses here detain, Screen'd from the foe behind her shining veil, 391
Fu'd to the chariot by the straiten'd rein, The swords wave harınless, and the javelins fail :

Safe through the rushing horse, and feather'd flight Before her mother, Love's bright queen appears, Of sounding shafts, she bears him from the fight. O'erwhelm'd with anguish, and dissolved in tears; Nor Sthenelus, with unassisting hands,

She raised her in her arms, beheld her bleed, Remain'd unheedful of his lord's commands : And ask'd what god had wrought this guilty deed. His panting steeds, removed from out the war, Then she: This insult from no god I found, He fix'd with straiten'd traces to the car.

An impious mortal gave the daring wound ! Next rushing to the Dardan spoil, detains

Behold the deed of haughty Diomed! The heavenly coursers with the flowing manes : 400|'Twas in the son's defence the mother bled. These, in proud triumph to the feet convey'd, The war with Troy no more the Grecians wage, No longer now a Trojan lord obey'd.

But with the gods (the immortal gods) engage. 470 That charge to bold Dežpylus he gave,

Dioné then: Thy wrongs with patience bear, (Whom most he loved, as brave men love the brave,) And share those griefs inferior powers must share: Then mounting on his car, resumed the rein, Unnumber'd woes mankind from us sustain, And follow'd where Tydides swept the plain. And men with woes afflict the gods again.

Meanwhile (his conquest ravish'd from his eyes) The mighty Mars in mortal fetters bound, The raging chief in chase of Venus flies :

And lodged in brazen dungeons underground,
No goddess she commission'd to the field,

Full thirteen moons imprison'd roar'd in vain;
Like Pallas dreadful with her sable shield, 410 Otus and Ephialtes held the chain :
Or fierce Bellona thundering at the wall,

Perhaps had perish'd; had not Hermes' care
While flames ascend, and mighty ruins fall; Restored the groaning god to upper air. 480
He knew soft combats suit the tender dame, Great Juno's self has borne her weight of pain,
New to the field, and still a foe to fame.

The imperial partner of the heavenly reign ; Through breaking ranks his furious course he bends, Amphytrion's son infix'd the deadly dart, And at the goddess his broad lance extends ; And fill'd with anguish her immortal heart. Through her bright veil the daring weapon drove, E'en hell's grim king Alcides' power confess'd, The ambrosial veil which all the Graces wove;

The shaft found entrance in his iron breast; Her snowy hand the razing steel profaned, To Jove's high palace for a cure he fled, And the transparent skin with crimson stain'd. 420 Pierced in his own dominions of the dead, From the clear vein a stream immortal flow'd, Where Phæon, sprinkling heavenly balm around, Such stream as issues from a wounded god : Assuaged the glowing pangs, and closed the wound. Pure emanation; uncorrupted food;

Rash, impious man! to stain the blest abodes, 491 Unlike our gross, diseased, terrestrial blood : And drench his arrows in the blood of gods! (For not the bread of man their life sustains,

But thou (though Pallas urged thy frantic deed) Nor wine's inflaming juice supplies their veins.) Whose spear ill-fated makes a goddess bleed, With tender shrieks the goddess fill'd the place,

Know thou, whoe'er with heavenly power contends, And dropp'd her offspring from her weak embrace. Short is his date, and soon his glory ends; Him Phæbus took: he casts a cloud around From fields of death when late he shall retire, The fainting chief, and wards the mortal wound. 430 No infant on his knees shall call him sire.

Then, with a voice that shook the vaulted skies, Strong as thou art, some god may yet be found, The king insults the goddess as she flies :

To stretch thee pale and gasping on the ground; 500 III with Jove's daughter bloody fights agree, Thy distant wife, Ægialé the fair, The field of combat is no scene for thee;

Starting from sleep with a distracted air, Go, let thy own soft sex employ thy care,

Shall rouse thy slaves, and her lost lord deplore, Go, lull the coward, or delude the fair :

The brave the great, the glorious, now no more! Taught by this stroke, renounce the war’s alarms, This said, she wiped from Venus' wounded palm And learn to tremble at the name of arms.

The sacred ichor, and infused the balm. Tydides thus. The goddess, seized with dread, Judo and Pallas with a smile survey'd, Confused, distracted, from the conflict filed. 440 And thus to Jove began the blue-eyed maid : To aid her, swift the winged Iris flew,

Permit thy daughter, gracious Jove! to tell Wrapt in a mist above the warring crew;

How this mischance the Cyprian queen befell. 510 The queen of love with faded charms she found, As late she tried with passion to inflame Pale was her cheek, and livid look'd the wound. The tender bosom of a Grecian dame, To Mars, who sat remote, they bent their way,

Allured the fair with moving thoughts of joy, Far on the left, with clouds involved he lay; To quit her country for some youth of Troy; Beside him stood his lance, distain'd with gore, The clasping zone, with golden buckles bound, And, rein'd with gold, his foaming steeds before. Razed her soft hand with this lamented wound. Low at his knee, she begg'd with streaming eyes The sire of gods and men superior smiled, Her brother's car, to mount the distant skies, 450 And, calling Venus, thus address'd his child: And show'd the wound by fierce Tydides given, Not these, O daughter, are thy proper cares, A mortal man, who dares encounter heaven. Thee milder arts befit, and softer wars;

520 Stern Mars attentive hears the queen complain, Sweet smiles are thine, and kind endearing charms: And to her hand commits the golden rein;

To Mars and Pallas leave the deeds of arms. She mounts the seat, oppress'd with silent woe, Thus they in heaven: while on the plain below Driven by the goddess of the painted bow. The fierce Tydides charged his Dardan foe, The lash resounds, the rapid chariot flies,

Flush'd with celestial blood pursued his way, And in a moment scales the lofty skies :

And fearless dared the threatening god of day; There stopp'd the car, and there the coursers stood, Already in his hopes he saw him kill'd, Fed by fair Iris with ambrosial food.

460|Though screen'd behind Apollo's mighty shield.

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