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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.
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
healed in the temple of Pergamus. Mars rallies the Thy fate was next, O Phæslus! doom'd to feel
Back from the car he tumbles to the ground,
Then died Scamandrius, expert in the chase,
Diana taught him all her sylvan arts,
To bend the bow, and aim unerring darts :
But vainly here Diana's art he tries,
His brazen armour rings against the ground.
For, loved by Pallas, Pallas did impart
Beneath his hand the feet of Paris rose,
The sons of Dares first the combat sought, But he, the mystic will of heaven unknown,
Nor saw his country's peril, nor his own.
The spear of Merion mingled with the dead,
Antenor's offspring from a foreign bed,
Whose generous spouse, Theano, heavenly fair,
How vain those cares! when Meges in the rear
Swift through his crackling jaws the weapon glides,
Then died Hypsenor, generous and divine,
Sprung from the brave Dolopian's mighty line, 100 The steeds and chariot, to the navy led,
Who near adored Scamander made abode,
Priest of the stream, and honour'd as a god.
Eurypylus inflicts a deadly wound;
Thus toil'd the chiefs, in different parts engaged,
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 ;
Meantime, the Greeks the Trojan race pursue, Thus from high hills the torrents swift and strong
Through ruin'd moles the rushing waves resounds,
O'erwhelms the bridge, and bursts the lofty bounds.
While Jove descends in sluicy sheets of rain,
And all the labours of mankind are vain
So raged Tydides boundless in his ire,
Sons of Eurydamnus, who, wise and old,
The youths return'd not from the doubtful plain,
Though now determined by Tydides' spear.
201 Not long the dreadful dart he can sustain;
To strangers now descends his heapy store,
Two sons of Priam in one chariot ride,
With deep concern divine Æneas view'd
The foe prevailing, and his friends pursued.
Through the thick storm of singing spears he flies,
Where, Pandarus, are all thy honours now,
Or god incensed, who quils the distant skies
For what so dreadful as celestial bate ?)
If right I judge, is Diomed the bold !
If 'tis a god, he wears that chief's disguise ;
With that the blue-eyed virgin wing'd her flight; Involved in clouds, protects him in the fray,
His fate was due to these unerring hands.
Nor join'd swift horses to the rapid car.
The good old warrior bade me trust to these,
When first for Troy I sail'd the sacred seas;
In fields, aloft, the whirling car to guide ; 250
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 :
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:
Full in his face it enter'd, and betwixt
O prince! (Lycaon's valiant son replied) Crash'd all his jaws, and cleft the tongue within,
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;
She bore Anchises in the Idean grove,
And guards her offspring with a mother's care:
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,
Full thirteen moons imprison'd roar'd in vain;
Perhaps had perish'd; had not Hermes' care
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.