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When fame shall tell, that, not in battle slain, |Through all his host, inspiring force, he flies,
Thy hollow ships his captive son detain; 60 And bids the thunder of the battle rise.
Rich heaps of brass shall in thy tent be told, With rage recruited the bold Trojans glow,
And steel well-temper'd, and persuasive gold. And turn the tide of conflict on the foe:

130 He said: compassion touch'd the hero's heart; Fierce in the front he shakes two dazzling spears: He stood, suspended, with the lifted dart :

All Greece recedes, and 'midst her triumphs fears: As pity pleaded for his vanquish'd prize,

Some god, they thought, who ruled the fate of wars, Stern Agamemnon swift to vengeance thies,

Shot down avenging, from the vault of stars. And furious thus : Oh impotent of mind!

Then thus aloud : ye dauntless Dardans hear! Shall these, shall these Atrides' mercy find ? And you whom distant nations send to war! Well hast thou known proud Troy's perfidious land, Be mindful of the strength your fathers bore; And well her natives merit at thy hand! 70 Be still yourselves, and Hector asks no inore. Not one of all the race, nor sex, nor age,

One hour demands me in the Trojan wall, Shall save a Trojan from our boundless rage: To bid our altars flame, and victims fall : 140 Ilion shall perish whole, and bury all;

Nor shall, I trust, the matrons' holy train Her babes, her infants at the breast, shall fall: And reverend elders, seek the gods in vain, A dreadful lesson of exampled fate,

This said, with ample strides the hero pass'd, To warn the nations, and to curb the great! The shield's large orb behind his shoulder cast,

The monarch spoke; the words with warmth addrest, His neck o'ershading, to his ancle hung; To rigid justice steel'd his brother's breast. And, as he march'd, the brazen buckler rung. Fierce from his knees the hapless chief he thrust Now paused the battle (godlike Hector gone) The monarch’s javelin stretch'd him in the dust, 80 When daring Glaucus and great Tydeus' son Then pressing with his foot his panting heart, Between both armies met: the chiefs from far Forth from the slain he tugg'd the reeking dart. Observed each other, and had mark'd for war. 150 Old Nestor saw, and roused the warrior's rage : Near as they drew, Tydides thus began: Thus, heroes ! thus the vigorous combat wage! What art thou, boldest of the race of man? No son of Mars descend, for servile gains,

Our eyes, till now, that aspect ne'er beheld, To touch the booty, while a foe remains.

Where fame is reap'd amid the embattled field; Behold yon glittering host, your future spoil! Yet far before the troops thou darest appear, First gain the conquest, then reward the toil. And meet a lance the fiercest heroes fear.

And now had Greece eternal fame acquired, Unhappy they, and born of luckless sires, And frighten'd Troy within her walls retired, 90 Who tempt our fury when Minerva fires ! Had not sage Helenus her state redress'd,

But if from heaven, celestial thou descend; Taught by the gods that moved his sacred breast. Know, with immortals we no more contend. 160 Where Hector stood with great AEneas join'd, Not long Lycurgus view'd the golden light, The seer reveal'd the counsels of his mind : That daring man who mix'd with gods in fight.

Ye generous chiefs ! on whom the immortals lay Bacchus, and Bacchus' votaries, he drove, The cares and glories of this doubtful day;

With brandish'd steel from Nyssa's sacred grove; On whom your aids', your country's hopes depend, Their consecrated spears lay scatter'd round, Wise to consult, and active to defend !

With curling vines and twisted ivy bound; Here, at our gates, your brave efforts unite,

While Bacchus headlong sought the briny flood, Turn back the routed, and forbid the flight; 100 And 'Thetis' arms received the trembling god. Ere yet their wives' soft arms the cowards gain, Nor fail'd the crime the immortals' wrath to move, The sport and insult of the hostile train.

(The immortals blest with endless ease above;) 170 When your commands have hearten'd every band, Deprived of sight by their avenging doom, Ourselves, here fix’d, will make the dangerous stand; Cheerless he breathed, and wander'd in the gloom : Press'd as we are, and sore of former fight, Then sunk unpitied to the dire abodes, These straits demand our last remains of might. A wretch accurst and hated by the gods ! Meanwhile, thou, Hector, to the town retire, I brave not heaven: but if the fruits of earth And teach our mother what the gods require : Sustain thy life, and human be thy birth : Direct the queen to lead the assembled train Bold as thou art, too prodigal of breath, Of Troy's chief matrons to Minerva's fane; 110 Approach, and enter the dark gates of death. Unbar the sacred gates, and seek the power

What, or from whence I am, or who my sire With offer'd vows, in llion's topmost tower. (Replied the chief,) can Tydeus' son inquire ? 180 The largest mantle her rich wardrobes hold, Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Most prized for art, and labour'd o'er with gold, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground: Before the goddess' honour'd knees be spread, Another race the following spring supplies ; And twelve young heifers to the altars led : They fall successive, and successive rise : If so the power, atoned by fervent prayer,

So generations in their course decay; Our wives, our infants, and our city spare,

So flourish these when those are past away. And far avert Tydides' wasteful ire,

But if thou still persist to search my birth, That mows whole troops, and makes all Troy retire. Then hear a tale that fills the spacious earth : Not thus Achilles taught our hosts to dread, 121 A city stands on Argos' utmost bound Sprung though he was from more than mortal bed; (Argos the fair, for warlike steeds renown'd;) 190 Not thus resistless ruled the stream of fight, Æolian Sisyphus, with wisdom bless'd, In rage unbounded, and unmatch'd in might. In ancient time the happy walls possessid,

Hector obedient heard ; and, with a bound, Then callid Ephyre : Glaucus was his son; Leap'd from his trembling chariot to the ground, Great Glaucus, father of Bellerophon,

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Who o'er the sons of men in beauty shined,

He spoke, and transport fill'd Tydides' heart; Loved for that valour which preserves mankind. In earth the generous warrior fir'd his dart, Then mighty Prætus Argos' sceptre sway'd, Then friendly, thus, the Lycian prince addressid: Whose hard commands Bellerophon obey'd. Welcome, my brave hereditary guest ! With direful jealousy the monarch raged,

Thus ever let us meet, with kind embrace, And the brave prince in numerous toils engaged. 200 Nor stain the sacred friendship of our race. For him Antæa burn'd with lawless flame,

Know, chief, our grandsires have been guests of old, And strove to tempt him from the paths of fame: (Eneus the strong, Bellerophon the bold : In vain she teinpted the relentless youth,

Our ancient seat his honour'd presence graced, Endued with wisdom, sacred fear, and truth Where twenty days in genial rites he pass'u. 270 Fired at his scorn, the queen to Prætus filed The parting heroes mutual presents left; And begg'd revenge for her insulted bed:

A golden goblet was thy grandsire's gift; licensed he heard, resolving on his fate;

CEneus a belt of matchless work bestow'd, But hospitable laws restrain'd his bate;

That rich with Tyrian dye refulgent glow'd. To Lycia the devoted youth he sent,

(This from his pledge I learn'd, which safely stored With tablets seal'd, that told his dire intent. 210 Among my treasures, still adorns my board : Now, bless'd by every power who guards the good, For Tydeus left me young, when Thebé's wall The chief arrived at Xanthus' silver flood :

Beheld the sons of Greece untimely fall.) There Lycia's monarch paid him honours due, Mindful of this, in friendship let us join; Nine days he feasted, and nive bulls he slew. If heaven our steps to foreign lands ineline. 280 But when the tenth bright morning orient glow'd, My guest in Agros thou, and I in Lycia thine. The faithful youth his monarch's mandate show'd : Enough of Trojans to this lance shall yield, The fatal tablets, till that instant seal'd,

In the full harvest of yon ample field; The deathful secret to the king reveal'd.

Enough of Greeks shall dye thy spear with gore; First, dire Chimera's conquest was enjoin'd, But thou and Diomed be foes no more. A mingled monster, of no mortal kind; 220 Now change we arms, and prove to either host Behind, a dragon's fiery tail was spread;

We guard the friendship of the line we boast. A goat's rough body bore a lion's head;

Thus having said, the gallant chiefs alight, Her pitchy nostrils tlaky flames expire;

Their hands they join, their mutual faith they plight; throat emits infernal fire.

Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought resign'd, This

pest he slaughter'd ; (for he read the skies, (Jove warm'd his bosom and enlarged his mind;) And trusted heaven's informing prodigies ;) For Diomed's brass arms, of mean device, 292 Then met in arms the Solymean crew,

For which nine oxen paid (a vulgar price, Fiercest of men,) and those the warrior slew; He

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of gold divinely wrought; Next the bold Amazons' whole force defied; A hundred beeves the shining purchase bought. And conquer'd still, for heaven was on his side. 230 Meantime the guardian of the Trojan state,

Nor ended here his toils : his Lycian foes, Great Hector, enter'd at the Scæan gate.
At his return, a treacherous ambush rose,

Beneath the beech-trees' consecrated shades,
With levell’d spears along the winding shore; The Trojan matrons and the Trojan maids
There fell they breathless, and return'd no more Around him flock’d, all press'd with pious care 300

At length the monarch with repentant grief For husbands, brothers, sons, engaged in war.
Confess'd the gods, and god-descended chief; He bids the train in long procession go,
His daughter gave, the stranger to detain,

And seek the gods to avert the impending woe. With half the honours of his ample reign:

And now to Priam's stately courts he came, The Lycians grant a chosen space of ground, Raised on arch'd columns of stupendous frame ; With woods, with vineyards, and with harvests O'er these a range of marble structure runs, crown'd.

The rich pavilions of his fifty sons, There long the chief his happy lot possessid, 241 In fifty chambers lodged: and rooms of state With two brave sons, and one fair daughter bless'd; Opposed to those, where Priam's daughters sate. (Fair e'en in heavenly eyes ; her fruitful love Twelve domes for them and their loved spouses shone, Crown'd with Sarpedon's birth the embrace of Of equal beauty, and of polish'd stone.

311 Jove.)

Hither great Hector pass'd, nor pass'd unseen But when at last, distracted in his mind,

Of royal Hecuba, his mother queen. Forsook by heaven, forsaking human kind, (With her Laodicè, whose beauteous face Wide o'er the Aleian field he chose to stray, Surpass'd the nymphs of Troy's illustrious race.) A long, forlorn, uncomfortable way!

Long in a strict embrace she held her son, Woes heap'd on woes consumed his wasted heart; And press'd his hand, and tender thus begun : His beauteous daughter fell by Phæbe's dart;

250 O Hector! say, what great occasion calls His eldest-born by raging Mars was slain,

My son from fight, when Greece surrounds our walls? In combat on the Solymæan plain.

Comest thou to supplicate the almighty power, 320 Hippolochus survived ; from him I came,

With lifted hands from Ilion's lofty tower ? The honour'd author of my birth and name; Stay, till I bring the cup with Bacchus crown'd, By his decree I sought the Trojan town,

In Jove's high name, to sprinkle on the ground, By his instructions learn to win renown,

And pay due vows to all the gods around. To stand the first in worth as in command, Then with a plenteous draught refresh thy soul, To add new honours to my native land,

And draw new spirits from the generous bowl. Before my eyes my mighty sires to place,

Spent as thou art with long laborious fight. And emulate the glories of our race.

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Far brence be Bacchus' gifts (the chief rejoin'd:) The steely point with golden ringlets join'd, Intiaming wine, pernicious to mankind, 330 Before him brandish'd, at each motion shined. Unnerves the limbs, and dulls the noble mind. Thus entering, in the glittering rooms he found Let chiefs abstain, and spare the sacred juice His brother-chief, whose useless arms lay round, To sprinkle to the gods, its better use.

His eyes delighting with their splendid show, By me that holy office were profaned;

Brightening the shield, and polishing the bow. Il fits it me, with human gore distain'd,

Beside him Helen with her virgins stands,
To the pure skies these horrid hands to raise, Guides their rich labours, and instructs their hands.
Or offer heaven's great sire polluted praise.

Ilim thus inactive, with an ardent look
You with your matrons go, a spotless train! The prince beheld, and high resenting spoke.
And burn rich odours in Minerva's fane.

Thy hate to Troy, is this the time to show ?
The largest mantle your full wardrobes hold, 340 (Oh wretch ill-fated, and thy country's toe!)
Most prized for art, and labour'd o'er with gold, Paris and Greece against us both conspire
Before the goddess' honour'd knees be spread, Thy close resentment, and their vengeful ire.
And twelve young heifers to her altar led. For thee great llion's guardian heroes fall, 410
So may the power, atoned by fervent prayer, Till heaps of dead alone defend her wall;
Our wives, our infants, and our city spare,

For thee the soldier bleeds, the matron mourns,
And far avert Tydides wasteful ire,

And wasteful war in all its fury burns.
Who mows whole troops, and makes all Troy retire. Ungrateful man ! deserves not this thy care,
Be this, O mother, your religious care;

Our troops to hearten, and our toils to share ?
I go to rouse soft Paris to the war;

Rise, or behold the conquering flames ascend
If yet, not lost to all the sense of shame, 350 And all the Phrygian glories at an end.
The recreant warrior hear the voice of fame.

Brother, 'tis just, (replied the beauteous youth ;) Oh would kind earth the hateful wretch embrace, Thy free remonstrance proves thy worth and truth: That pest of Troy, that ruin of our race!

Yet charge my absence less, oh generous chief! 430 Deep to the dark abyss might he descend,

On hate to Troy, than conscious shame and grief: Troy yet should flourish, and my sorrows end. Here, hid from human eyes, thy brother sat, This heard, she gave command; and summon'd And mourn'd, in secret, his and llion's fate.

'Tis now enough: now glory spreads her charms, Each noble matron and illustrious dame.

And beauteous Helen calls her chief to arms. The Phrygian queen to her rich wardrobe went, Conquests to-day my happier sword may bless, Where treasured odours breathed a costly scent. "Tis man's to fight, but heaven's to give success. There lay the vestures of no vulgar art, 360 But while I arm, contain thy ardent mind; Sidonian maids embroider'd every part,

Or and Paris shall not lag behind. Whom from soft Sidon youthful Paris bore,

He said, nor answer'd Priam's warlike son; 430 With Helen touching on the Tyrian shore. When Helen thus with lowly grace begun: Here as the queen revolved with careful eyes Oh generous brother! if the guilty dame The various textures and the various dyes,

That caused these woes deserve a sister's name! She chose a veil that shone superior far,

Would heaven, ere all these dreadfuldeeds were done,
And glow'd refulgent as the morning star. The day that show'd me to the golden sun
Herself with this the long procession leads; Had seen my death! Why did not whirlwinds bear
The train majestically slow proceeds.

The fatal infant to the fowls of air ?
Soon as to Ilion's topmost tower they come, 370 Why sunk I not beneath the whelming tide,
And awful reach the high Palladian dome,

And 'midst the roarings of the waters died ?
Antenor's consort, fair Theano, waits

Heaven fill'd up all my ills, and I accurst

440 As Pallas' priestess, and unbars the gates.

Bore all, and Paris of those ills the worst.
With hands uplifted, and imploring eyes,

Helen at least a braver spouse might claim,
They fill the dome with supplicating cries. Warm'd with some virtue, some regard of fame!
The priestess then the shining veil displays Now, tired with toils, thy fainting limbs recline,
Placed on Minerva's knees, and thus she prays : With toils, sustain'd for Paris' sake and mine :
Oh awful goddess ! ever-dreadful maid,

The gods have link'd our miserable doom,
Troy's strong defence, unconquer’d Pallas, aid ! Our present woe, and infamy to come :
Break thou Tydides' spear, and let him fall 380 Wide shall it spread, and last through ages long,
Prone on the dust before the Trojan wall.

Example sad! and theme of future song,
So twelve young heifers, guiltless of the yoke, The chief replied : This time forbids to rest : 450
Shall fill thy temple with a grateful smoke. The Trojan bands, by hostile fury pressid,
But thou, atoned by penitence and prayer,

Demand their Hector, and his arm require ; Ourselves, our infants, and our city spare !

The combat urges, and my soul's on fire. So pray'd the priestess in her holy fane ;

Urge thou thy knight to march where glory calls, So vow'd the matrons, but they vow'd in vain. And timely join me, ere I leave the walls.

While these appear before the power with prayers, Ere yet I mingle in the direful fray, Hector to Paris' lotty dome repairs.

My wife, my infant, claim a moment's stay ; Himself the mansion raised, from every part 390 This day (perhaps the last that sees me here Assembling artchitects of matchless art.

Demands a parting word, a tender tear : Near Priam's court and Ilector's palace stands This day some god who hates our Trojan land, 460 The pompous structure, and the town commands. May vanquish Hector by a Grecian hand. A spear the hero bore of wondrous strength,

He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart Of full ten cubits was the lance's length,

To scck his spouse, his soul's far dearer part;

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Stern as he was, he yet revered the dead.

At home he sought her, but he sought in vain : Jove's sylvan daughters bade their elms bestow
She, with one maid of all her menial train, A barren shade, and in his honour grow.
Had thence retired; and with her second joy,

By the same arm my seven brave brothers fell;
The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy:

In one sad day beheld the gates of hell: Pensive she stood on Ilion's towery height, While the fat herds and snowy flocks they fed, Beheld the war, and sicken'd at the sight;

Amid their fields the hapless heroes bled !
"There her sad eyes in vain her lord explore, 470 My mother lived to bear the victor's bands,
Or weep the wounds her bleeding country bore. The queen of Hippoplacia's sylvan lands:

But he who found not whom his soul desired, Redeem'd too late, she scarce beheld again 540
Whose virtue charm'd him as her beauty fired, Her pleasing empire and her native plain,
Stood in the gates, and ask'd what way she bent When ah! oppress'd by life-consuming woe,
Her parting step? If to the fane she went, She fell a victim to Diana's bow.
Were late the mourning matrons made resort; Yet, while my Hector still survives, I see
Or sought her sisters in the Trojan court ?

My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee:
Not to the court (replied the attendant train,) Alas! my parents, brothers, kindred, all
Nor mix'd with matrons to Minerva's fane: Once more will perish, if my Hector fall.
To Dion's steepy tower she bent her way, 480 Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share:
To mark the fortunes of the doubtful day.

Oh prove a husband's and a father's care!
Troy fled, she heard, before the Grecian sword That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, 550
She heard, and trembled for her absent lord : Where yon wild fig-trees join the walls of Troy :
Distracted with surprise, she seem'd to fly,

Thou from this tower defend the important post;
Fear on her cheek, and sorrow in her eye. There Agamemnon points his dreadful host,
The nurse attended with her infant boy,

That pass Tydides, Ajax, strive to gain,
The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.

And there the vengeful Spartan fires his train.
Hector, this heard, return'd without delay; Thrice our bold foes the fierce attack have given,
Swift through the town he trod his former way, Or led by hopes, or dictated from heaven.
Through streets of palaces, and walks of state, 490 Let others in the field their arms employ,
And met the mourner at the Scæan gate.

But stay my Hector here, and guard his Troy.
With haste to meet him sprung the joyful fair, The chief replied: That post shall be my care, 560
His blameless wife, Aëtion's wealthy heir :

Not that alone, but all the works of war. : (Cilician Thebé great Aëtion sway'd,

How would the sons of Troy, in arms renown'd, And Hippoplacus' wide extended shade.)

And Troy's proud dames, whose garments sweep the
The nurse stood near, in whose embraces press'd, Attaint the lustre of my former name, [ground,
His only hope hung smiling at her breast,

Should Hector basely quit the field of fame?
Whom each soft charm and early grace adorn, My early youth was bred to martial pains,
Fair as the new-born star that gilds the morn. My soul impels me to the embattled plains :
To this loved infant Hector gave the name 500 Let me be foremost to defend the throne,
Scamandrius, from Scamander's honour'd stream; And guard my father's glories, and my own.
Astyanax the Trojans call'd the boy,

Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates : 570
Froin his great father, the defence of Troy. (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates !)
Silent the warrior smiled, and pleased resign'd The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend,
To tender passions all his mighty mind :

And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
His beauteous princess cast a mournful look, And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind,
Hung on his hand, and then dejected spoke ; My mother's death, the ruin of my kind,
Her bosom labour'd with a boding sigh,

Not Priam's hoary hairs defiled with gore,
And the big tear stood trembling in her eye. Not all my brothers gasping on the shore,

Too daring prince ! ah, whither dost thou run ? 510 As thine, Andromache! thy griefs I dread;
Ah, too forgetful of thy wife and son!

I see thee trembling, weeping, captive led !
And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be, | In Argive looms our battles to design,

580 A widow I, a helpless orphan he!

And woes, of which so large a part was thine! For sure such courage length of life denies To bear the victor's hard commands, or bring And thou must fall, thy virtue's sacrifice.

The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring. Greece in her single heroes strove in vain ; There, while you groan beneath the load of life, Now bosts oppose thee, and thou must be slain!

They cry, Bebold the mighty Hector's wife! grant me, gods! ere Hector meets his doorn, Some haughty Greek, who lives thy tears to see, All I can ask of Heaven, an early tomb!

Embitters all thy woes, by naming me.
So shall my days in one sad tenor run, 520 The thoughts of glory past, and present shame,
And end with sorrows as they first begun.

A thousand griefs shall waken at the name!
No parent now remains my griefs to share, May I lie cold before that dreadful day,

590 No father's aid, no mother's tender care.

Press'd with a load of monumental clay!
The fierce Achilles wrapp'd our walls in fire, Thy Hector, wrapt in everlasting sleep,
Laid Thebé waste, and slew my warlike sire ! Shall neither hear thee sigh, nor see thee weep.
His fale compassion in the victor bred ;

Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy

Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. His radiant arms preserved from hostile spoil,

The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast, And laid him decent on the funeral pile:

Scared at the dazzling helm and nodding crest. Then raised a mountain where his bones were burn'd: With secret pleasure each fond parent smiled, The mountain-nymphs the rural tomb adorn'd: 531 And Hector hasted to relieve his child ;

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The glittering terrors from his brows unbound, 600 Thy power in war with justice pone contest :
And placed the beaming helmet on the ground. Known is thy courage, and thy strength confess'd.
Then kiss'd the child, and, lifting high in air, What pity sloth should seize a soul so brave, 670
Thus to the gods preferr'd a father's prayer: Or godlike Paris live a woman's slave!

O thou ! whose glory fills the ethereal throne, My heart weeps blood at what the Trojans say,
And all ye deathless powers! protect my son! And hopes thy deeds shall wipe the stain away
Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown, Haste then, in all their glorious labours share;
To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown, For much they suffer, for thy sake in war.
Against his country's foes the war to wage, These ills shall cease, whene'er by Jove's decree
And rise the Hector of the future age !

We crown the bowl to Heaven and Liberty;
So when triumphant from successful toils 610 While the proud foe his frustrate triumphs mourns,
Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils, And Greece indignant through her seas returns.
Whole hosts may hail bim with deserved acclaim,
And say, This chief transcends his father's fame :
While pleased, amidst the general shouts of Troy,

BOOK VII.
His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy.
He spoke, and fondly gazing on her charms,

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Restored the pleasing burden to her arms :

The single Combat of Hector and Ajar.
Soft on her fragrant breast the babe he laid,
Hush'd to repose, and with a smile survey'd.

The battle renewing with double ardour upon the return The troubled pleasure soon chastised by fear, 620

of Hector, Minerva is under apprehensions for the

Greeks. Apollo seeing her descend from Olympas, She mingled with the smile a tender tear.

joins her near the Scæan gate : they agree to put off The soften'd chief with kind compassion view'd, the general engagement for that day, and incite HecAnd dried the falling drops, and thus pursued : tor to challenge the Greeks to a single combat. Nine Andromache! my soul's far better part !

of the princes accepting the challenge, the lot is cast, Why with untimely sorrows heaves thy heart? and falls upon Ajax. These heroes, after several at. No hostile hand can antedate my doom,

tacks, are parted by the night. The Trojans calling a Till fate condemns me to the silent tomb.

council, Antenor proposes the delivery of Helen to the

Greeks, to which Paris will not consent, but offers to Fix'd is the term to all the race of earth;

restore them her riches. Priam sends a herald to And such the hard condition of our birth,

make this offer, and to demand a truce for burning No force can then resist, no flight can save; 630 the dead, the last of which only is agreed to by AgaAll sink alike, the fearful and the brave.

When the funerals are performed, the No more-but hasten to thy tasks at home,

Greeks, pursuant to the advice of Nestor, erect a forThere guide the spindle, and direct the loom :

tification to protect their fleet and camp, flanked with Me glory summons to the martial scene,

towers, and defended by a ditch and palisades. Nep The field of combat is the sphere for men;

tune testifies his jealousy at this work, but is pacified Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim,

by a promise from Jupiter. Both armies pass the

night in feasting, but Jupiter disheartens the Trojang The first in danger, as the first in faine.

with thunder and other signs of his wrath. Thus having said, the glorious chief resumes The three-and-twentieth day ends with the duel of Hec. His towery helmet black with shading plumes. tor and Ajax: the next day the truce is agreed: anoHis princess parts with a prophetic sigh 640 ther is taken up in the funeral rites of the slain, and Unwilling parts, and oft reverts her eye,

one more in building the fortification before the ships. That stream'd at every look: then moving slow,

So that somewhat above three days is employed in this Sought her own palace, and indulged her woe.

book. The scene lies wholly in the field. There, while her tears deplored the godlike man, Through all her train the soft infection ran,

BOOK VIL The pious maids their mingled sorrows shed,

So spoke the guardian of the Trojan state, And mourn the living Hector, as the dead. Then rush'd impetuous through the Scæan gate. But now, no longer deaf to honour's call,

Him Paris follow'd to the dire alarms; Forth issues Paris from the palace wall.

Both breathing slaughter, both resolved in arms. In brazen arms that cast a gleamy ray,

650 As when to sailors labouring through the main, Swift through the town the warrior bends his way. That long had heaved the weary oar in vain, The wanton courser thus, with reins unbound, Jove bids at length the expected gales arise; Breaks from his stall, and beats the trembling ground; The gales blow grateful, and the vessel flies : Pamper'd and proud, he seeks the wonted tides,

So welcome these to Troy's desiring train; And laves, in height of blood, his shining sides;

The bands are cheer'd, the war awakes again. 10 His head now freed, he tosses to the skies;

Bold Paris first the work of death begun
His mane dishevell’d o'er his shoulders flies; On great Menestheus, Areithous' son :
De snuffs the females in the distant plain,

Sprung from the fair Philomeda's embrace,
And springs, exulting, to his fields again.

The pleasing Arné was his native place. With equal triumph, sprightly, bold, and gay, 660 Then sunk Eioneus to the shades below: In arms refulgent as the god of day,

Beneath his steely casque he felt the blow, The son of Priam, glorying in his might,

Full on his neck, from Hector's weighty hand; Rush'd forth with Hector to the fields of fight. And roll'd, with limbs relax'd, along the land.

And now the warriors passing on the way, By Glaucus' spear the bold Iphinous bleeds, The graceful Paris first excused his stay.

Fix'd in the shoulder as he mounts his steeds ; 20 To whom the noble Hector thus replied:

Headlong he tumbles : his slack nerves unbound, O chief! in blood, and now in arms, allied Drop the cold useless members on the ground

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