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When now Minerva saw her Argives slain, Here, if I fall, by chance of battle slain, From vast Olympus to the gleaming plain

Be his my spoil, and his these arms remain ; 90
Fierce she descends : Apollo mark'd her flight, But let my body, to my friends return'd,
Nor shot less gwift from Ilion's towery height: By Trojan hands and Trojan flames be burn'd:
Radiant they met, beneath the beechen shade; And if Apollo, in whose aid I trust,
When thus Apollo to the blue-eyed maid: Shall stretch your daring champion in the dust :

What cause, O daughter of almighty Jove! If mine the glory to despoil the foe;
Thus wings thy progress from the realms above? 30 On Phæbus' temple I'll his arms bestow:
Once more impetuous dost thou bend thy way, The breathless carcass to your navy serrt,
To give to Greece the long-divided day?

Greece on the shore shall raise a monument;
Too much has Troy already felt thy hate,

Which when some future mariner surveys, Now breathe thy rage, and hush the stern de Wash'd by broad Hellespont's resounding seas, 100 bate :

Thus shall he say: A valiant Greek lies there, This day, the business of the field suspend;

By Hector slain, the mighty man of war. War soon shall kindle, and great lion bend ; The stone shall tell your vanquish'd hero's name, Since vengeful goddesses confederate join

And distant ages learn the victor's fame. To raze her walls, though built by hands divine. This fierce defiance Greece astonish'd heard, To whom the progeny of Jove replies :

Blush'd to refuse, and to accept it fear'd. I left, for this, the council of the skies :

40 Stern Menelaus first the silence broke, But who shall bid conflicting hosts forbear? And, inly groaning, thus opprobrious spoke: What art shall calm the furious sons of war?

Women of Greece! oh scandal of your race, To her the god : Great Hector's soul incite Whose coward souls your manly form disgrace, 110 To dare the boldest Greek to single fight,

How great the shame, when every age shall know Till Greece, provoked, from all her numbers show That not a Grecian met this noble foe! A warrior worthy to be Hector's foe.

Go then, resolve to earth, from whence ye grew,
At this agreed, the heavenly powers withdrew; A heartless, spiritless, inglorious crew !
Sage Helenus their secret counsels knew :

Be what ye seem, unanimated clay!
Hector, inspired, he sought : to him address'd, Myself will dare the danger of the day.
Thus told the dictates of his sacred breast : 50 "Tis man's bold task the generous strife to try,
O son of Priam ! let thy faithful ear

But in the hands of God is victory.
Receive my words; thy friend and brother hear : These words scarce spoke, with generous ardour
Go forth persuasive, and awhile engage
The warring nations to suspend their rage; His manly limbs in azure arms he dress'd. 120
Then dare the boldest of the hostile train

That day, Atrides! a superior hand To mortal combat on the listed plain.

Had stretch'd thee breathless on the hostile strand. For not this day shall end thy glorious date ; But all at once, thy fury to compose, The gods have spoke it, and their voice is fate. The kings of Greece, an awful band, arose : He said : the warrior heard the word with joy; E'en he, their chief, great Agamemnon, press'd Then with his spear restrain'd the youth of Troy, 60 Thy daring hand, and this advice address'd : Held by the midst athwart. On either hand Whither, O Menelaus ! wouldst thou run, The squadrons part ; the expecting Trojans stand: And tempt a fate which prudence bids thee shun? Great Agamemnon bids the Greeks forbear; Grieved though thoh art, forbear the rash design ; They breathe, and hush the tumult of the war. Great Hector's arm is mightier far than thine. 130 The Athenian maid, and glorious god of day, E'en fierce Achilles learn’d its force to fear, With silent joy the settling hosts survey:

And trembling met this dreadful son of war. In form of vultures, on the beech's height

Sit thou secure amidst thy socia) band;
They sit conceal'd, and wait the future fight. Greece in our cause shall arm some powerful hand.

The thronging troops obscure the dusky fields, The mightiest warrior of the Achaian name,
Horrid with bristling spears, and gleaming shields. 70 Though bold, and burning with desire of fame,
As when a general darkness veils the main Content the doubtful honour might forego,
(Soft Zephyr curling the wide watery plain,) So great the danger, and so brave the foe.
The waves scarce heave, the face of ocean sleeps, He said, and turn'd his brother's vengeful mind;
And still a horror saddens all the deeps :

He stoop'd to reason, and his rage resign'd; 140 Thus in thick orders settling wide around,

No longer bent to rush on certain harms, At length composed they sit, and shade the ground. His joyful friends unbrace his azure arms. Great Hector first amidst both armies broke

He, from whose lips divine persuasion flows, The solemn silence, and their powers bespoke: Grave Nestor, then, in graceful act arose.

Hear, all ye Trojan, all ye Grecian bands, Thus to the kings he spoke: What grief, what What my soul prompts, and what some god com

shame mands :

80 Attend on Greece, and all the Grecian name! Great Jove, averse our warfare to compose, How shall, alas! her hoary heroes mourn O'erwhelms the nations with new toils and woes ; Their sons degenerate, and their race a scorn! War with a fiercer tide once more returns, What tears shall down thy silver beard be rollid, Till lion falls, or till yon navy burns.

Oh Peleus, old in arms, in wisdom old !

150 You iben, O princes of the Greeks ! appear; Once with what joy the generous prince would hear 'Tis Hector speaks, and calls the gods to hear : Of every chief who fought this glorious war; From all your troops select the boldest knight, Participate their fame, and, pleased, inquire And lum, the boldest, Hector dares to fight Each name, each action, and each hcru's sire!

Gods! should he see our warriors trembling stand, Each to his rival yields the mark unknown,
And trembling all before one hostile hand; Till godlike Ajax finds the lot his own;
How would he lift his aged arms on high,

Surveys the inscription with rejoicing eyes, Lament inglorious Greece, and beg to die ! Then casts before him, and with transport cries : Oh! would to all the immortal powers above,

Warriors; I claim the lot, and arm with joy; Minerva, Phæbus, and almighty Jove ! • 160 Be mine the conquest of this chief of Troy. Years might again roll back, my youth renew, Now, while my brightest arms my limbs invest, And give this arm the spring which once it knew. To Saturn's son be all your vows address'd: When, fierce in war, where Jardan's waters fall, But pray in secret, lest the foes should bear, I led my troops to Phea's trembling wall,

And deem your prayers the mean effect of fear. And with the Arcadian spears my prowess tried Said I in secret ? No, your vows declare, Where Celadon rolls down his rapid tide.

In such a voice as fills the earth and air. There Ereuthalion braved us in the field,

Lives there a chief whom Ajax ought to dread? Proud, A reïthous' dreadful arms to wield;

Ajax, in all the toils of battle bred ?
Great Areïthous known from shore to shore From warlike Salamis I drew my birth,
By the huge knotted iron mace he bore ; 170 And, born to combats, fear no force on earth.
No lance he shook, nor bent the twanging bow, He said. The troops with elevated eyes
But broke, with this, the battle of the foe.

Implore the god whose thunder rends the skies: 240 Him not by manly force Lycurgus slew,

O father of mankind, superior lord ! Whose guileful javelin from the thicket flew! On lofty Ida's holy hill adored : Deep in a winding way his breast assail'd,

Who in the highest heaven hast fix'd thy throne Nor aught the warrior's thundering mace avail'd, Supreme of gods ! unbounded and alone : Supine he fell: those arms which Mars before Grant thou, that Telamon may bear away Had given the vanquish'd, now the victor bore: The praise and conquest of this doubtful day; But when old age had dimm'd Lycurgus' eyes,

Or if illustrious Hector be thy care, To Ereuthalion he consign'd the prize. 180 That both may claim it, and that both may share. Furious with this he crush'd our leveli'd bands, Now Ajax braced his dazzling armour on; And dared the trial of the strongest hands; Sheath'd in bright steel the giant-warrior shone ; 250 Nor could the strongest hands his fury stay; He moves to combat with majestic pace; All saw, and fear'd, his huge tempestuous sway: So stalks in arms the grizly god of Thrace, Till I, the youngest of the host, appear'd,

When Jove to punish faithless men prepares, And, youngest, met whom all our army fear'd. And gives whole nations to the waste of wars. I fought the chief: my arms Minerva crown'd: Thus march'd the chief, tremendous as a god : Prone fell the giant o'er a length of ground. Grimly he seniled; earth trembled as he strode: What then he was, oh were your Nestor now! His massy javelin quivering in his hand, Not Hector's self should want an equal foe. 190 He stood, the bulwark of the Grecian band. But, warriors, you, that youthful vigour boast, Through every Argive heart new transport ran; The flower of Greece, the examples of our host, All Troy stood trembling at the mighty man: 260 Sprung from such fathers, who such numbers sway, E'en Hector paused; and, with new doubts oppress'd Can you stand trembling, and desert the day? Felt his great heart suspended in his breast :

His warm reproofs the listening kings inflame; 'Twas vain to seek retreat, and vain to fear: And nine, the noblest of the Grecian name, Himself had challenged, and the foe drew near, Up-started fierce: but far before the rest

Stern Telamon behind his ample shield, The king of men advanced his dauntless breast : As from a brazen tower, o'erlook'd the field: Then bold Tydides, great in arms, appear's : Huge was its orb, with seven thick folds o'ercast, And next his bulk gigantic Ajax rear'd: 200 Of tough bull-hides; of solid brass the last; Oileus follow'd ; Idomen was there;

(The work of Tychius, who in Hylè dwellid, And Merion, dreadful as the god of war:

And in all arts of armoury excell'd.)

270 With these Eurypilus and Thoas stand,

This Ajax bore before his manly breast, And wise Ulysses closed the daring band.

And threatening, thus his adverse chief address'd: All these, alike inspired with noble rage,

Hector ! approach my arm, and singly know Demand the fight. To whom the Pylian sage: What strength thou hast, and what the Grecian foe.

Let thirst of glory your brave souls divide; Achilles shuns the fight; yet some there are,
What chief shall combat let the lots decide. Not void of soul, and not unskill'd in war:
Whom heaven shall choose, be his the chance to raise Let him, unactive on the sea-beat shore,
His country's fame, his own immortal praise. 210 Indulge his wrath, and aid our arms no more;

The lots produced, each hero signs his own; Whole troops of heroes Greece has yet to boast,
Then in the general's helm the fates are thrown. And sends thee one, a sample of her host. 280
The people pray, with lifted eyes and hands, Such as I am, I come to prove thy might;
And vows like these ascend from all the bands : No more-be sudden, and begin the fight.
Grant, thou Almighty! in whose hand is fate,

O son of Telamon, thy country's pride! A worthy champion for the Grecian state.

(To Ajax thus the Trojan prince replied ;) This task let Ajax or Tydides prove,

Me, as a boy or woman, wouldst thou fright, Or he, the king of kings, beloved by Jove!

New to the field, and trembling at the fight ? Old Nestor shook the casque. By heaven inspired, Thou meet'st a chief deserving of thy arms, Leap'd forth the lot, of every Greek desired. 220 To combat born, and bred amidst alarms : This from the right to left the herald bears, I know to shift my ground, remount the ear, Held out in order to the Grecian peers ;

Turn, charge, and answer every call of war; 200


To right, to left, the dextrous lance I wield, Return, brave Ajax, to thy Grecian friends,
And bear thick battle on my sounding shield. And joy the nations whom thy arm defends ;
But open be our fight, and bold each blow; As I shall glad each chief, and Trojan wife,
I steal no conquest from a noble foe.

Who wearies heaven with vows for Hector's life. He said, and rising, high above the field

But let us, on this memorable day, Whirl'd the long lance against the sevenfold shield. Exchange some gift; that Greece and Troy may say Full on the brass descending from above

No hate, but glory, made their chiefs contend; Through six bulphides the furious weapon drove, And each brave foe was in his soul a friend. Till in the seventh it fix'd. Then Ajax threw; With that, a sword with stars of silver graced, Through Hector's shield the forceful javelin flew, The baldric studded, and the sheath enchased, His corselet enters, and his garment rends, 301 He gave the Greek. The generous Greek bestow'd And glancing downwards, near his flank descends. A radiant belt that rich with purple glow'd. The wary Trojan shrinks, and, bending low Then with majestic grace they quit the plain; 370 Beneath his buckler, disappoints the blow.

This seeks the Grecian, that the Phrygian train. From their bored shields the chiefs their javeling The Trojan bands returning Hector wait, drew,

And hail with joy the champion of their state : Then close impetuous, and the charge renew; Escaped great Ajax, they survey'd him round, Fierce as the mountain-lions bathed in blood, Alive, unharm'd, and vigorous from his wound. Or foaming boars, the terror of the wood,

To Troy's high gates the godlike man they bear, At Ajax, Hector his long lance extends;

Their present triumph, as their late despair.
The blunted point against the buckler bends : 310 But Ajax, glorying in his hardy deed,
But Ajax, watchful as his foe drew near,

The well-arm'd Greeks to Agamemnon lead.
Drove through the Trojan targe the knotty spear; A steer for sacrifice the king design'd,

380 It reach'd his neck, with matchless strength impell’d; of full five years, and of the nobler kind. Spouts the black gore, and dims his shining shield. The victim falls; they strip the smoking hide, Yet ceased not Hector thus; but, stooping down The beast they quarter, and the joints divide; In his strong hand up-heaved a flinty stone, Then spread the tables, the repast prepare, Black, craggy, vast : to this his force he bends; Each takes his seat, and each receives his share Full on the brazen boss the stone descends ; The king himself (an honorary sign) The hollow brass resounded with the shock. Before great Ajax placed the mighty chine. Then Ajax seized the fragment of a rock, 320 When now the rage of hunger was removed, Applied each nerve, and swinging round on high, Nestor, in each persuasive art approved, With force tempestuous let the ruin fly:

The sage whose counsels long had sway'd the rest, The huge stone thundering through his buckler broke, In words like these his prudent thought express'd: His slacken'd knees received the numbing stroke; How dear, O kings! this fatal day has cost, Great Hector falls extended on the field,

What Greeks are perish'd ! what a people lost ! His bulk supporting on the shatter'd shield; What tides of blood have drench'd Scamander's Nor wanted heavenly aid : Apollo's might

shore ! Confirm'd his sinews, and restored to fight. What crowds of heroes sunk, to rise no more! And now both heroes their broad falchions drew: Then hear me, chief! nor let the morrow's light In flaming circles round their heads they flew; 330 Awake thy squadrons to new toils of fight; But then by heralds' voice the word was given Some space at least permit the war to breathe, The sacred ministers of earth and heaven; While we to flames our slaughter'd friends beDivine Talthybius whom the Greeks employ,

queath, And sage Idæus on the part of Troy.

From the red field their scatter'd bodies bear, 400 Between the swords their peaceful sceptres rear'd: Aud nigh the fleet a funeral structure rear; And first Idæus' awful voice was heard :

So decent urns their snowy bones may keep, Forbear, my sons! your farther force to prove, And pious children o'er their ashes weep. Both dear to men, and both beloved of Jove. Here, where on one promiscuous pile they blazed To either host your matchless worth is known, High o'er them all a general tomb be raised; Each sounds your praise, and war is all your own. 340 Next, to secure our camp and naval powers, But now the night extends her awful shade; Raise an embattled wall with lofty towers ; The goddess parts you: be the night obey'd. From space to space be ample gates around,

To whom great Ajax his high soul express'd: For passing chariots ; and a trench profound.

sage! to Hector be these words address'd. So Greece to combat shall in safety go, 410 Let him who first provoked our chiefs to fight, Nor fear the fierce incursions of the foe. Let him demand the sanction of the night; "Twas thus the sage his wholesome counsel moved; If first he ask it, I content obey,

The sceptred kings of Greece his words approved. And cease the strife when Hector shows the way. Meanwhile, convened at Priam's palace gate,

O first of Greeks! This noble foe rejoin'd) The Trojan peers in nightly council sat : Whom heaven adorns, superior to thy kind, 350 A senate void of order, as of choice; With strength of body, and with worth of mind! Their hearts were fearful, and confused their voice. Now martial law commands us to forbear;

Antenor rising, thus demands their ear : Hereafter we shall meet in glorious war;

Ye Trojans, Dardans, and auxiliars, hear! Some future day shall lengthen out the strife, "Tis heaven the counsel of my breast inspires, 120 And let the gods decide of death or life!

And I but move what every god requires : Since then the night extends her gloomy shade, Let Sparta's treasures be this hour restored, And heaven enjoins it, be the night obey'd. And Argive Helen own her ancient lord.

The ties of faith, the sworn alliance broke He came, and, standing in the midst, explain'd
Our impious battles the just gods provoke. The peace rejected, but the truce obtain'd.
As this advice ye practice, or reject,

Straight to their several cares the Trojans move, So hope success, or dread the dire effect.

Some search the plain, some fell the sounding grore: The senior spoke, and sat. To whom replied Nor less the Greeks, descending on the shore, The graceful husband of the Spartan bride : Hew'd the green forests, and the bodies bore. Cold counsels, Trojan, may become thy years, 430 And now from forth the chambers of the main, But sound ungrateful in a warrior's ears :

To shed his sacred light on earth again, Old man, if void of fallacy or art

Arose the golden chariot of the day, Thy words express the purpose of thy heart, And tipp'd the mountains with a purple ray. Thou, in thy time, more sound advice hast given : In mingled throngs the Greek and Trojan train But wisdom has its date assign'd by heaven. Through heaps of carnage search'd the mournful plain. Then hear me, princes of the Trojan name! Scarce could the friend his slaughter'd friend explore, Their treasures I'll restore, but not the dame. With dust dishonour'd, and deform'd with gore. My treasures too, for peace, I will resign;

The wounds they wash’d, their pious tears they shed, But be this bright possession ever mine.

And, laid along their cars, deplored the dead. 'Twas then, the growing discord to compose, 440 Sage Priam check'd their grief: with silent haste Slow from his seat the reverend Priam rose : The bodies decent on their piles were placed : His godlike aspect deep attention drew:

With melting hearts the cold remains they burn'd; He paused, and these pacific words ensue:

And sadly slow to sacred Troy return'd. 511 Ye Trojans, Dardans, and auxiliar bands! Nor less the Greeks their pious sorrows shed, Now take refreshment as the bour demands: And decent on the pile dispose their dead; Guard well the walls, relieve the watch of night, The cold remains consume with equal care ; Till the new sun restores the cheerful light: And slowly, sadly, to their fleet repair. Then shall our herald, to the Atrides sent,

Now, ere the morn had streak'd with reddening light Before their ships proclaim my son's intent. The doubtful confines of the day and night, Next let a truce be ask'd, that Troy may burn 450 About the dying fames the Greeks appear'd, Her slaughter'd heroes, and their bones inurn; And round the pile a general tomb they rear’d. That done, once more the fate of war be tried, Then to secure the camp and naval powers, 520 And whose the conquest, mighty Jove decide ! They raised embattled walls with lofty towers :

The monarch spoke: the warriors snatch'd with haste From space to space were ample gates around, (Each at his post in arms) a short repast.

For passing chariots; and a trench profound, Soon as the rosy morn had waked the day, Of large extent; and deep in earth, below, To the black ips Idæus bent his way ;

Strong piles infix'd, stood adverse to the foe. There, to the son of Mars, in council found,

So toil'd the Greeks: meanwhile the gods above, He raised his voice : the host stood listening round: In shining circle round their father Jove,

Ye sons of Atreus, and ye Greeks, give ear! 460 Amazed beheld the wondrous works of man: The words of Troy, and Troy's great monarch, hear. Then he, whose trident shakes the earth, began: Pleased may he hear (so heaven succeed my prayers)

What mortals henceforth shall our power adore, What Paris, author of the war, declares.

Our fanes frequent, our oracles implore, 531 The spoils and treasures he to Ilion bore,

If the proud Grecians thus successful boast
(Oh had he perish'd e'er they touch'd our shore !) Their rising bulwarks on the sea-beat coast?
He proffers injured Greece; with large increase See the long walls extending to the main,
Of added Trojan wealth to buy the peace; No god consulted, and no victim slain!
But to restore the beauteous bride again,

Their fame shall till the world's remotest ends,
This Greece demands, and Troy requests in vain. Wide as the morn her golden beam extends ;
Next, O ye chiefs! we ask a truce to burn 470 While old Laomedon's divine abodes,
Our slaughter'd heroes, and their bones inurn. Those radiant structures raised by labouring gods,
That done, once more the fate of war be tried, Shall, razed and lost, in long oblivion sleep. 540
And whose the conquest, mighty Jove decide! Thus spoke the hoary monarch of the deep.

The Greeks gave ear, but none the silence broke; The Almighty Thunderer with a frown repMes, At length Tydides rose, and rising spoke :

That clouds the world, and blackens half the skies: Oh, take not, friends! defrauded of your fame, Strong god of ocean! thou, whose rage can make Their proffer'd wealth, nor een the Spartan dame: The solid earth's eternal basis shake! Let conquest make them ours: fate shakes their wall, What cause of fear from mortal works could move And Troy already totters to her fall.

The meanest subject of our realms above ? The admiring chiefs, and all the Grecian name, 480 Where'er the sun's refulgent rays are cast, With general shouts return'd him loud acclaim. Thy power is honour'd, and thy fame shall last: Then thus the king of kings rejects the peace: But yon proud work no future


shall view, Herald! in him thou hear'st the voice of Greece. No trace remain where once the glory grew. For what remains; let funeral flames be fed The sapp'd foundations by thy force shall fall, With heroes' corps; 1 war not with the dead: And, whelm'd beneath thy waves, drop the huge wall: Go search your slaughter'd chefs on yonder plain, Vast drifts of sand shall change the former shore ; And gruify the manes of the slain.

The ruin vanish'd, and the nume no more. Be witness, Jove, whose thunder rolls on high ! Thus they in heaven: while o'er the Grecian train, He said, and rear'd his sceptre to the sky. The rolling sun descending to the main

To sacred Troy, where all her princes lay 490 Beheld the finish'd work. Their bulls they slew : To wait the event, the herald bent his way.

Black from the tents tho savoury vapours flew.

And now the fleet, arrived from Lemnos' strands, 560 As deep beneath the infernal centre hurl'd,
With Bacchus' blessings cheer'd the generous bands. As from that centre to the ethereal world. 20
Of fragrant wines the rich Eunaus sent

Let him who tempts me, dread those dire abodes ; A thousand measures to the royal tent;

And know, the Almighty is the god of gods. (Eunæus, whom Hypsipyle of yore,

League all your forces then, ye powers above, 'To Jason, shepherd of his people, bore ;)

Join all, and try the omnipotence of Jove: The rest they purchased at their proper cost, Let down our golden everlasting chain, And well the plenteous freight supplied the host : Whose strong embrace holds heaven, and earth, and Each, in exchange, proportion'd treasures gave :

main : Some brass, or iron; some an ox, or slave.

Strive all, of mortal and immortal birth,
All night they feast, the Greek and Trojan powers; To drag, by this, the Thunderer down to earth :
Those on the fields, and these within their towers. Ye strive in vain! If I but stretch this hand,
But Jove averse the signs of wrath display'd, I heave the gods, the ocean, and the land; 30
And shot red lightnings through the gloomy shade: I fix the chain to great Olympus' height,
Humbled they stood ; pale horror seized on all, And the vast world hangs trembling in my sight!
While the deep thunder shook the aërial hall. For such I reign, unbounded and above;
Each pour'd to Jove, before the bowl was crown'd; And such are men, and gods, compared to Jove.
And large libations drench'd the thirsty ground: The Almighty spoke; nor durst the powers reply:
Then late, refresh'd with sleep from toils of fight, A reverend horror silenced all the sky;
Enjoy'd the balmy blessings of the night.

Trembling they stood before their sovereign's look ;
At length his best beloved, the power of wisdom

spoke :

Oh first and greatest! god, by gods adored!

We own thy might, our father and our lord ! 40 ARGUMENT

But ah! permit to pity human state; The second Battle, and the Distress of the Greeks.

if not to help, at least lament their fate. Jupiter assembles a council of the deities, and threatens From fields forbidden we submiss refrain,

them with the pains of Tartarus if they assist either With arms unaiding mourn our Argives slain : side : Minerva only obtains of him that she may direct Yet grant my counsels still their breasts may move, the Greeks by her counsels. The armies join battle : Or all must perish in the wrath of Jove. Jupiter on Mount Ida weighs in his balances the fates The cloud-compelling god her suit approved, of both, and affrights the Greeks with his thunders And smiled superior on his best beloved. and lightnings. Nestor alone continues in the field in Then call'd his coursers, and his chariot took; great danger; Diomed relieves him; whose exploits,

50 and those of Hector, are excellently described. Juno The steadfast firmament beneath them shook: endeavours tv animate Neptune to the assistance of Rapt by the ethereal steeds the chariots rolld; the Greeks, but in vain. The acts of Teucer, who is Brass were their hoofs, their curling manes of gold. at length wounded by Hector, and carried off. Juno Of heaven's undrossy gold the god's array and Minerva prepare to aid the Grecians; but are re. Refulgent, flash'd intolerable day. strained by Iris, sent from Jupiter. The night puts High on the throne he shines : his coursers fly an end to the battle. Hector continues in the field Between the extended earth and starry sky. (the Greeks being driven to their fortifications before But when to Ida's topmost height he came the ships,) and gives orders to keep the watch all night in the camp, to prevent the enemy from re-embarking (Fair nurse of fountains, and of savage game,) and escaping by flight. They kindle fires through all Where, o'er her pointed summits proudly raised, the field, and pass the night under arms.

His fane breathed odours, and his altar blazed : 60 The time of seven-and-twenty days is employed from There, from his radiant car, the sacred sire

the opening of the poem to the this book. The Of gods and men released the steeds of fire : scene here (except ihe celestial machines) lies in the Blue ambient mists the immortal steeds embraced; field toward the sea-shore.

High on the cloudy point his seat he placed ;

Thence his broad eye the subject world surveys, BOOK VIII.

The town, and tents, and navigable seas. AURORA now, fair daughter of the dawn,

Now had the Grecians snatch'd a short repast, Sparkled with rosy light the dewy lawn;

And buckled on their shining arms with haste. When Jove convened the senate of the skies, Troy roused as soon; for on this dreadful day Where high Olympus' cloudy tops arise.

The fate of fathers, wives, and infants, lay. 70 The Sire of Gods his awful silence broke,

The gates unfolding pour forth all their train; The heavens attentive trembled as he spoke: Squadrons on squadrons cloud the dusky plain :

Celestial states, immortal gods! give ear; Men, steeds, and chariots, shake the trembling ground;
Hear our decree, and reverence what ye hear; The tumult thickens, and the skies resound.
The fix'd decree, which not all heaven can move; And now with shouts the shocking armies closed,
Thou, Fate! fulfil it; and, ye powers! approve! 10 To lances lances, shields to shields opposed ;
What god but enters yon forbidden field,

Host against host with shadowy legions drew,
Who yields assistance, or but wills to yield, The sounding darts in iron tempests tiew;
Back to the skies with shame he shall be driven, Victors and vanquished join promiscuous cries,
Gash'd with dishonest wounds, the scorn of heaven : Triumphant shouts and dying groans arise : 80
Or far, oh far from steep Olympus thrown, With streaming blood the slippery fields are dyed,
Low in the dark Tartarean gulf shall groan,

And slaughter'd heroes swell the dreadful tide. With burning chains fix'd to the brazen floors, Long as the morning beams increasing bright, And lock'd by hell's inexorable doors ;

lo'er heaven's clear azure spread the sacred light:

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