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His suppliant father, aged Eneus, came;
Return then, heroes! and our answer bear:
Not till, amidst yon sinking navy slain, lle stands relentless, and rejects them all.
The blood of Greeks shall dye the sable main; Meanwhile the victor's shouts ascend the skies; Not till the flames, by Hector's fury thrown, The walls are scaled; the rolling fames arise : 700 Consume your vessels, and approach my own; At length his wife (a form divine) appears,
Just there the impetuous homicide shall stand, With piercing cries and supplicating tears;
There cease his battle, and there feel our hand. 770 She paints the horrors of a conqner'd town,
This said, each prince a double goblet crown'd, The heroes slain, the palaces o’erthrown,
And cast a large libation on the ground:
Achilles slept; and in his warm embrace
When Scyros fell before his conquering arms. llis pleasure guides me, and his will contines; And now the elected chiefs, whom Greece had And here I stay (if such his high behest,)
sent, While life's warm spirit beats within my breast. 720 Pass'd through the host and reach'd the royal tent. Yet hear one word, and lodge it in thy heart: Then rising all, with goblets in their hands, No more molest me on Atrides' part :
The peers, and leaders of the Achaian bands Is it for him these tears are taught to flow,
Hail'd their return: Atrides first begun:
790 For him these sorrows ? for my mortal foe?
Say, what success? divine Laërtes' son!
He slights thy friendship, thy proposals scorns,
heart. And, thus implored, with fiercer fury burns. Let these return : our voyage, or our stay, 731 To save our army, and our fleets to free, Rest undetermined till the dawning day.
Is not his care; but left to Greece and thee. He ceased: then order'd for the sage's bed Your eyes shall view, when morning paints the sky, A warmer couch with numerous carpets spread. Beneath his oars the whitening billows fly,
801 With that, stern Ajax his long silence broke, Us too he bids our oars and sails employ, And thus, impatient, to Ulysses spoke:
Nor hope the fall of heaven-protected Troy: Hence let us go-why waste we time in vain ? For Jove o'ershades her with his arms divine, See what effect our low submissions gain!
Inspires her war, and bids her glory shine. Liked or not liked, his words we must relate, Such was his word: what farther he declared, 'The Greeks expect them, and our heroes wait. 740 These sacred heralds and great Ajax heard. Proud as he is, that iron-heart retains
But Phenix in his tent the chief retains, Its stubborn purpose, and his friends disdains. Safe to transport him to his native plains, Stern, and unpitying! if a brother bleed,
When morning dawns: if other he decree, 810 On just atonement, we remit the deed;
His age is sacred, and his choice is free.
Ulysses ceased: the great Achaian host
And prayers will burst that swelling heart with pride. Then hear, Achilles ! be of better mind;
Be the fierce impulse of his rage obey'd; 820 Revere thy roof, and to thy guests be kind; Our battles let him or desert, or aid; And know the men, of all the Grecian host, Then let him arm when Jove or he think fit; Who honour worth, and prize thy valour most. That, to his madness, or to heaven comunit:
Oh soul of battles, and thy people's guide! What for ourselves we can, is always ours; (To Ajax thus the first of Greeks replied :) This night let due repast refresh our powers, Well hast thou spoke! but at the tyrant's name (For strength consists in spirit and in blood, My rage rekindles, and my soul's on flame: 760 And those are owed to generous wine and food;) 'Tis just resentment, and becomes the brave; But when the rosy messenger of day Disgraced, disbonour'd, like the vilest slave! Strikes the blue mountain with her golden ray
Ranged at the ships, let all our squadrons shine 830| Laments for Greece ; that in his canse before lo flaming arms, a long extended line:
So much had suffer'd, and must suffer more. In the dread front let great Atrides stand,
A leopard's spotted hide his shoulders spread,
A brazen helmet glitter'd on his head:
His armour buckling at his vessel's side. 40
Sends he some spy, amidst these silent hours,
To try yon camp, and watch the Trojan powers ?
But say, what hero shall sustain that task,
Such bold exploits uncommon courage ask: The Night Adventure of Diomed and Ulysses.
Guideless, alone, through night's dark shade to go, ['pon the refusal of Achilles to return to the army, the And 'midst a hos: ile camp explore the foe. distress of Agamemnon is described in the most lively thanner. He takes no rest that night, but passes No vulgar counsels our affairs demand :
To whom the king : In such distress we stand,
50 through the camp, awakening the leaders, and contriving all possible methods for the public safety. Greece to preserve is now no easy part, Menela's, Nestor, Ulysses, and Diomed are employed But asks high wisdom, deep design, and art. in raising the rest of the captains. They call a council For Jove averse our humble prayer denies, of war, and determine to send scouts into the enemy's And bows his head to Hector's sacrifice. camp, to learn their posture and discover their inten- What eye has witness’d, or what ear believed,
Diomed undertakes this hazardous enterprise, In one great day, by one great arm achieved, and makes choice of Ulysses for his companion. In Such wondrous deeds as Hector's hand has done, their passage they surprise Dolon, whoin Hector had ent on a like design to the camp of the Grecians. And we beheld, the last revolving sun ? From him they are informed of the situation of the What honours the beloved of Jove adorn:
60 Trojan and auxiliary forces, and particularly of Rhe Sprung from no god, and of no goddess born; sus, and the Thracians who were lately arrived. They Yet such his acts, as Greece unborn shall tell, pass on with success; kill Rhesus, with several of his And curse the battle where their fathers fell. officers, and seize the famous horses of that prince,
Now speed thy hasty course along the fleet, with which they return in triumph to the camp. The same night continues: the scene lies in the two Ourself to hoary Nestor will repair;
There call great Ajax, and the prince of Crete : camps.
To keep the guards on duty, be his care;
(For Nestor's influence best that quarter guides, BOOK X.
Whose son with Merion o'er the watch presides.) All night the chiefs before their vessels lay, To whom the Spartan: These thy orders borne, And lost in sleep the labours of the day:
Say shall I stay, or with despatch return? 70 All but the king; with various thoughts oppress'd, There shalt thou stay (the king of men replied,) His country's cares lay rolling in his breast. Else may we miss to meet, without a guide, As when by lightnings, Jove's ethereal power The paths so many, and the camp so wide. Foretells the rattling hail or weighty shower, Still, with your voice, the slothful soldiers raise, Or sends soft snows to whiten all the shore, Urge, by their father's fame, their future praise. Or bids the brazen throat of war to roar;
Forget we now our state and lofty birth; By fits one flash succeeds as one expires,
Not title here, but works, must prove our worth. And heaven flames thick with momentary fires. 10 To labour is the lot of man below; So bursting frequent from Atrides' breast,
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe. Sighs following sighs his inward fears confess’d. This said, each parted to his several cares; 80 Now o'er the fields, dejected, he surveys,
The king to Nestor's sable ship repairs; From thousand Trojan fires the mounting blaze,
The sage protector of the Greeks he found
The various-colour'd scarf, the shield he rears,
That, old in arms, disdain'd the peace of age.
20 Then leaning on his hand his watchful head, Inly he groans; while glory and despair
The hoary monarch raised his eyes, and said : Divide his heart, and wage a doubtful war.
What art thou ? speak, that on designs un. A thousand cares his labouring breast revolves,
known, To seek sage Nestor now the chief resolves, While others sleep, thus range the
alone? With him, in wholesome counsels, to debate Seek'st thou some friend, or nightly sentinel ? What yet remains to save the afilicted state. Stand off, approach not, but thy purpose tell. He rose; and first he cast his mantle round,
O son of Neleus ! (thus the king rejoin'de) Next on his feet the shining sandals bound; Pride of the Greeks, and glory of thy kind ! A lon's yellow spoils his back conceal'd; Lo here the wretched Agamemnon stands, His warlike hand a pointed javelin held.
30 The unhappy general of the Grecian bands; Meanwhile his brother, press'd with equal woes,
Whom Jove decrees with daily cares to bend, Alike denied the gifis of soft repose,
And woes that only with his life shall end!
Scarce can my knees these trembling limbs sustain, | He heard, return'd, and took his painted shield: And scarce my heart support its load of pain. 101 Then join'd the chiefs, and follow'd through the field No taste of sleep these heavy eyes have known; Without his tent, bold Diomed they found, 17 Confused and sad, I wander thus alone,
All sheath'd in arms, his brave companions round: With fears distracted, with no fix'd design: Each sunk in sleep, extended on the field, And all my people's miseries are mine.
His head reclining on his bossy shield. If aught of use thy waking thoughts suggest, A wood of spears stood by, that, fix'd upright, (Since cares, like mine, deprive thy soul of rest,) Shot from their flashing points a quivering light. Impart thy counsel, and assist thy friend;
A bull's black hide composed the hero's bed; Now let us jointly to the trench descend,
A splendid carpet rollid beneath his head. At every gate the fainting guard excite, 110 Then, with his foot, old Nesor gently shakes Tired with the toils of day and watch of night: The slumbering chief, and in these words awakes : Else may the sudden foe our works invade,
Rise, son of Tydeus, to the brave and strong 180 So near, and favour'd by the gloomy shade. Rest seems inglorious, and the night too long. To him thus Nestor : Trust the powers above, But sleep’st thou now? when from yon hill the foc Nor think proud Hector's hopes confirm'd by Jove: Hangs o'er the fleet, and shades our walls below? How ill agree the views of vain mankind,
At this, soft slumber from his eyelids fied; And the wise counsels of the eternal mind? The warrior saw the hoary chief, and said : Audacious Hector, if the gods ordain,
Wondrous old man! whose soul no respite knows That great Achilles rise and rage again,
Though years and honours bid thee seek repose. What toils attend thee, and what woes remain! 120 Let younger Greeks our sleeping warriors wake Lo, faithful Nestor thy command obeys :
III fits thy age these toils to undertake. The care is next our other chiefs to raise ;
My friend (he answer’d,) generous is thy care; 190 Ulysses, Diomed, we chiefly need;
These toils, my subjects and my sons might bear; Meges for strength, Orleus famed for speed. Their loyal thoughts and pious love conspire Some other be despatch'd of nimbler feet, To ease a sovereign, and relieve a sire: To those tall ships, remotest of the fleet,
But now the last despair surrounds our host, Where lie great Ajax, and the king of Crete. No hour must pass, no moment must be lost; To rouse the Spartan I myself decree;
Each single Greek, in this conclusive strife, Dear as he is to us, and dear to thee,
Stands on the sharpest edge of death or life Yet must I tax his sloth, that claims no share, 130 Yet, if my years thy kind regard engage, With his great brother in his martial care:
Employ thy youth as I employ my age; Him it behoved to every chief to sue,
Succeed to these my cares, and rouse the rest; 200 Preventing every part perform'd by you;
He serves me most, who serves his country best. For strong necessity our toils demands,
This said, the hero o'er his shoulders flung Claims all our hearts, and urges all our hands. A lion's spoils, that to his ancies hung ;
To whom the king: With reverence we allow Then seized his ponderous lance, and strode along Thy just rebukes, yet learn to spare them now. Meges the bold, with Ajax famed for speed, My generous brother is of gentle kind,
The warrior roused, and to the entrenchments led. He seems remiss, but bears a valiant mind;
And now the chiefs approach the nightly guard; Through too much deference to our sovereign sway, A wakeful squadron, each in arms prepared : Content to follow when we lead the way. 141 The unwearied watch their listening leaders keep, But now, our ills industrious to prevent,
And, couching close, repel invading sleep.
210 Long ere the rest, he rose, and sought my tent. So faithful dogs their fleecy charge maintain, The chiefs you named, already at his call, With toil protected from the prowling train, Prepare to meet us near the navy wall;
When the gaunt lioness, with hunger bold, Assembling there, between the trench and gates, Springs from the mountains toward the guarded fold; Near the night-guards, our chosen council waits. Through breaking woods her rustling course they
Then none (said Nestor) shall his rule withstand, hear; For great examples justify command.
Loud, and more loud, the clamours strike their ear With that the venerable warrior rose ; 150 Of hounds and men; they start, they gaze around, The shining greaves his manly legs inclose; Watch every side, and turn to every sound. His purple mantle golden buckles join'd,
Thus watch'd the Grecians, cautious of surprise, Warm with the softest wool, and c!oubly lined. Each voice, each motion, drew their ears and eyes: Then, rushing from his tent, he snatch'd in haste Each step of passing feet increased the atfright; 221 His steely lance, that lighten'd as he pass'd. And hostile Troy was ever full in sight. The camp he traversed through the sleeping crowd, Nestor with joy the wakeful band survey'd, Stopp'd at Ulysses' tent, and call'd aloud.
And thus accosted through the gloomy shade; Ulysses, sudden as the voice was sent,
'Tis well, my sons! your nightly cares employ; Awakes, starts up, and issues from his tent.
Else must our host become the scorn of Troy. What new distress, what sudden cause of fright, Watch thus, and Greece shall live-the hero said; Thus leads you wandering in the silent night ? 161 Then o'er the trench the following chieftains led.
() prudent chief! (the Pylian sage replied,) His son, and god-like Merion, march'd behind, Wise as thou art, be now thy wisdom tried : (For these the princes to their council join'd.) 230 Whatever means of safety can be sought, The trenches pass’d, the assembled kings around Whatever counsels can inspire our thought, In silent state the consistory crown'd. Whatever methods, or to
A place there was yet undefiled with gore, All, all depend on this important night!
| The spot where Ilector stopp'd his rage before.
When night descending, from his vengeful hand Then in a leathern helm he cased his head,
A well-proved casque, with leather braces bound, His life to hazard, and his country save ?
(Thy gift, Meriones) his temples crown'd: 310 Lives there a man who singly dares to go
Soft wool within ; without, in order spread, To yonder camp, or seize some straggling foe? A boar’s white teeth grinn'd horrid o'er his head. Or favour'd by the night approach so near, This from Amyntor, rich Ormenus' son Their speech, their counsels, and designs to hear ? Antolychus by fraudful rapine won, If to besiege our navies they prepare,
And gave Amphidamas: from him the prize Or Troy once more must be the seat of war? Molus received, the pledge of social ties; This could he learn, and to our peers recite, The helmet next by Merion was possess'd, And pass unharm’d the dangers of the night; 250 And now Ulysses' thoughtful temples press'd. What fame were his through all succeeding days, Thus sheath'd in arms, the council they forsake, While Phæbus shincs, or men have tongues to praise! And dark through paths oblique their progress take. What gifts his grateful country would bestow ! Just then, in sign she favour'd their intent, 320 What must not Greece to her deliverer owe! A long-wing'd heron great Minerva sent : A sable ewe each leader should provide,
This, though surrounding shades obscured their view With each a sable lambkin by her side ;
By the shrill clang and whistling wings, they knew At every rite his share should be increased, As from the right she soar’d, Ulysses pray'd, And his the foremost honours of the feast.
Hail'd the glad omen, and address'd the maid : Fear held them mute : alone untaught to fear, O daughter of that god, whose arm can wield Tydides spoke-The man you seek is here. 260 The avenging bolt, and shake the dreadful shield! Through yon black camps to bend my dangerous way, O Thou! for ever present in my way, Some god within commands, and I obey.
Who all my motions, all my toils survey !
330 But let some other chosen warrior join,
Safe may we pass beneath the gloomy shade, To raise my hopes, and second my design. Safe by thy succour to our ships convey'd ! By mutual confidence, and mutual aid,
And let some deed this signal night adorn, Great deeds are done, and great discoveries made : To claim the tears of 'Trojans yet unborn. The wise new prudence from the wise acquire, Then godlike Diomed preferr'd his prayer : And one brave hero fans another's fire.
Daughter of Jove, unconquer'd Pallas ! hear. Contending leaders at the word arose ;
Great queen of arms, whose favour Tydeus won, Each generous breast with emulation glows: 270 As thou defend'st the sire, defend the son. So brave a task each Ajax strove to share,
When on Esopus' banks the banded powers Bold Merion strove, and Nestor's valiant heir; Or Greece he left, and sought the Theban towers, 340 The Spartan wish'd the second place to gain, Peace was his charge ; received with peaceful show, And great Ulysses wish'd, nor wish'd in vain. He went a legate, but return'd a foe : Then thus the king of men the contest ends: Then help'd by thee, and a vered by thy shield, Thou first of warriors, and thou best of friends, He fought with numbers, and made numbers yield. Undaunted Diomed! what chief to join
So now be present, О celestial maid ! In this great enterprise, is only thine.
So still continue to the race thine aid ! Just be thy choice, without affection made;
A youthful steer shall fall beneath the stroke, To birth or office no respect be paid ;
280 Untamed, unconscious of the galling yoke, Let worth determine here. The monarch spake, With ample forehead, and with spreading horns, And inly trembled for his brother's sake.
Whose taper tops refulgent gold adorns. 350 Then thus (the godlike Diomed rejoin'd)
The heroes pray'd, and Pallas from the skies My choice declares the impulse of my mind. Accords their vow, succeeds their enterprise. How can I doubt while great Ulysses stands Now, like two lions panting for the prey, To lend his counsels, and assist our hands ; With deathful thoughts they trace the dreary way, A chief, whose safety is Minerva's care;
Through the black horrors of the ensanguined plain, So famed, so dreadful, in the works of war. Through dust, thro' blood, o'er arms and hills of slain. Bless'd in his conduct, I no aid require;
Nor less bold Hector, and the sons of Troy, Wisdom like his might pass through fames of fire. 290 On high designs the wakeful hours employ;
It fits thee not, before these chiefs of fame, The assembled peers their lofty chief enclosed, (Replied the sage) to praise me or to blame : Who thus the counsels of his breast proposed :
360 Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
What glorious man, for high altempts prepared, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Dares greatly venture for a rich reward ?
Thus having spoke, with generous ardour press'd His be the chariot that shall please bim most,
And his the glory to have served so well. 370
A youth there was among the tribes of Troy, Then thus aloud : Whoe'er thou art, remain ; Dolon his namne, Eumedes' only boy.
This javelin else shall fix thee to the plain. 440 (Five girls besides the reverend herald told.) He said, and high in air the weapon cast, Rich was the son in brass, and rich in gold ; Which wilful err'd, and o'er bis shoulder pass'd; Not bless'd by nature with the charms of face, Then fix'd in earth. Against the trembling wood But swift of foot, and matchless in the race. The wretch stood propp'd, and quiver'd as be stood : Hector! (he said, my courage bids me meet A sudden palsy seized his turning head; This high achievement, and explore the fleet : His loose teeth chatter'd, and his colour fled. But first exalt thy sceptre to the skies,
The panting warriors seize him, as he stands And swear to grant me the demanded prize ; 380 And with unmanly tears his life demands. The immortal coursers, and the glittering car,
O spare my youth, and for the breath I owe, That bear Pelides through the ranks of war. Large gifts of price my father shall bestow. 40 Encouraged thus, no idle scout I go,
Vast heaps of brass shall in your ships be told, Fulfil thy wish, their whole intention know, And steel well temper’d, and refulgent gold. E'en to the royal tent pursue my way,
To whom Ulysses made this wise reply : And all their counsels, all their aims betray. Whoe'er thou art, be bold, nor fear to die.
The chief'then heaved the golden sceptre high, What moves thee, say, when sleep has closed the Attesting thus the monarch of the sky:
sight, Be witness thou ! imunortal lord of all!
To roam the silent fields in dead of night? Whose thunder shakes the dark aèrial hall: 390 Camest thou the secrets of our camp to find, By none but Dolon shall this prize be borne, By Hector prompted, or thy daring mind ? And him alone the immortal steeds adorn.
Or art some wretch by hopes of plunder led Thus Hector swore: the gods were callid in vain, 'Through heaps of carnage to despoil the dead? 460 But the rash youth prepares to scour the plain : Then thus pale Dolon with a fearful look, Across his back the bended bow he flung,
(Still as he spoke his limbs with horror shook :) A wolf's grey hide around his shoulders hung; Hither I came, by Hector's word deceived; A ferret's downy fur his helmet lined,
Much did he promise, rashly I believed : And in bis hand a pointed javelin shined.
No less a bribe than great Achilles' car, Then (never to return) he sought the shore,
And those swift steeds that sweep the ranks of war, And trod the path his feet must tread no more. 400 Urged me, unwilling, this attempt to make, Scarce had he pass'd the steeds and Trojan throng, To learn what counsels, what resolves you take; (Still bending forward as he coursed along,) If, now subdued, you fix your hopes on flight, When on the hollow way, the approaching tread And tired with toils, neglect the watch of night. 470 Ulysses mark'd, and thus to Diomed :
Bold was thy aim, and glorious was the prize! O friend! I hear some step of hostile feet (Ulysses with a scornful smile replies.) Moving this way, or hastening to the fleet;
Far other rulers those proud steeds demand, Some spy perhaps, to lurk beside the main, And scorn the guidance of a vulgar hand; Or nightly pillager that strips the slain.
E’en great Achilles scarce their rage can tame, Yet let him pass, and win a little
Achilles, sprung from an immortal dame. Then rush behind him, and prevent his pace. 410 But say, be faithful, and the truth recite; But if too swift of foot he flies before,
Where lies encamp'd the Trojan chief to-night? Confine his course along the fleet and shore, Where stand his coursers ? in what quarter sleep Betwixt the camp and him our spears employ, Their other princes ? tell what watch they keep: 480 And intercept his hoped return to Troy.
Say, since their conquest, what their counsels are; With that they stepp'd aside, and stooped their head Or here to combat, from their city far, (As Dolon pass’d) behind a heap of dead :
Or back to lion's walls transfer the war. Along the path the spy unwary flew;
Ulysses thus, and thus Eumedes' son : Soft, at just distance, both the chiefs pursue. What Dolon knows, his faithful tongue shall own. So distant they, and such the space between, Hector, the peers assembling in his tent, As when two teams of mules divide the green 420 A counsel holds at Illus' monument. (To whom the hind like shares of land allows.) No certain guards the nightly watch partake; When now few furrows part the approaching ploughs. Where'er yon fires ascend, the Trojans wake; Now Dolon listening heard them as they pass'd; Anxious for Troy, the guard the natives keep; Hector (he thought) had sent, and check'd his haste, Safe in their cares, the auxiliar forces sleep, Till scarce at distance of a javelin's throw,
Whose wives and infants, from the danger far, No voice succeeding, he perceived the foe. Discharge their souls of half the fears of war. As when two skilful hounds the leveret wind; Then sleep those aids among the Trojan train, Or chase through woods obscure the trembling hind: (Inquired the chief,) or scatter'd o'er the plain? Now lost, now seen, they intercept his way,
To whom the spy: Their powers they thus dispose ; And from the herd still turn the flying prey;
430 The Pæons, dreadful with their bended bows,
Not distant far, lie higher on the land
500 And mingles with the guards that watch the walls; The Lycian, Mysian, and Maconian band, When brave Tydides stopp'd, a generous thought And Phrygia's horse, by Thymbras' ancient wall; (Inspired by Pallas) in his bosom wrought, The Thracians utmost, and apart from all. Lest on the foe some forward Greek advance, These Troy but lately to her succour won, And snatch the glory from his lifted lance. I Led on by Rhesus, great Eioneus' son :