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Tydides follow'd to regain his lance;
By these, by those, on every part is plied; While Hector rose, recover'd from the trance; And the red slaughter spreads on every side.
539 Remounts his car, and herds amidst the crowd : Pierced through the shoulder, first Deiopis fell, The Greek pursues him, and exults aloud :
Next Ennomus and Thoön sunk to hell;
Charops, the son of Hippasus, was near;
470 Socus, the brave, the generous, and the wise : Fly then, inglorious! but thy fight, this day
Near as he drew, the warrior thus began: Whole hecatombs of Trojan ghosts shall pay.
O great Ulysses, much-enduring man! 510 Him, while he triumph’d, Paris eyed from far, Not deeper skill'd in every martial slight, (The spouse of Helen, the fair cause of war :) Than worn to toils, and active in the fight! Around the fields his feather'd shafts he sent, This day two brothers shall thy conquest grace, From ancient Ilus' ruin'd monument;
And end at once the great Hippacian race, Behind the column placed, he bent his bow, Or thou beneath this lance must press the fieldAnd wing'd an arrow at the unwary toe ;
He said, and forceful pierced his spacious shield : Just as he stoop'd, Agastrophus's crest
Through the strong brass the ringing javelin thrown, To seize, and draw the corselet from his breast, 480 Plough'd half his side, and bared it to the bone. The bow-string twang'd; nor flew the shaft in vain, By Pallas' care, the spear, though deep intir'd, But pierced his foot, and nail'd it to the plain. Stopp'd short of life, nor with his entrails mix'd. 550 The laughing Trojan with a joyful spring,
The wound not mortal wise Ulysses knew, Leaps from his ambush, and insults the king. Then furious thus (but first some steps withdrew :)
He bleeds ! (he cries) some god has sped my dart, Unhappy man! whose death our hands shall grace! Would the same god had fix'd it in his heart ! Fate calls thee hence, and finish'd is thy race. So Troy, relieved from that wide wasting hand, No longer check my conquests on the foe; Should breathe from slaughter, and in combat stand; But, pierced by this, to endless darkness go, Whose sons now tremble at his darted spear, And add one spectre to the realms below! As scatter'd lambs the rushing lion fear. 490 He spoke; while Socus, seized with sudden fright,
He dauntless thus : thou conqueror of the fair, Trernbling gave way, and turn'd his back to fight: Thou woman warrior with the curling hair ; Between his shoulders pierced the following Vain archer ! trusting to the distant dart,
560 Unskill'd in arms to act a manly part !
And held its passage through the panting heart. Thou hast but done what boys or women can; Wide in his breast appear'd the grizly wound; Such hands may wound, but not incense a man. He falls; his armour rings against the
ground. Nor boast the scratch thy feeble arrow gave, Then thus Ulysses, gazing on the slain ; A coward's weapon never hurts the brave.
Famed son of Hippasus ! there press the plain; Not so this dart, which thou may'st one day feel : There ends thy narrow span assign'd by fate, Fate wings its flight, and death is on the steel. 500 Heaven owes Ulysses yet a longer date. Where this but lights, some noble life expires : Ah, wretch! no father shall thy corpse compose, Its touch makes orphans, bathes the cheeks of sires, Thy dying eyes no tender mother close ; Steeps earth in purple, gluts the birds of air, But hungry birds shall tear those balls away,
570 And leaves such objects as distract the fair. And hovering vultures scream around their prey. Ulysses hastens with a trembling heart,
Me Greece shall honour, when I meet my doom, Before bim steps, and bending draws the dart : With solemn sunerals and a lasting tonnb. Forth flows the blood; an eager pang succeeds: Then, raging with intolerable smart, Tydides mounts, and to the navy speeds.
He writhes his body, and extracts the dart. Now on the field Ulysses stands alone,
The dart a tide of spouting gore pursued, The Greeks all fed, the Trojans pouring on ; 510 And gladden'd Troy with sight of hostile blood. But stands collected in himself, and whole, Now troops on troops the fainting chief invade, And questions thus his own unconquer'd soul : Forced he recedes, and loudly calls for aid.
What farther subterfuge, what hopes remain ? Thrice to its pitch his lofty voice he rears ; 580 What shame, inglorious, if I quit the plain!
The well-known voice thrice Menala üs hears :
Alarm'd, lo Ajax Telamon he cried,
Strong as he is, yet, one opposed to all,
Such thoughts revolving in his careful breast, Greece, robb'd of him, must bid her host despair, Near, and more near, the shady cohortz prossid: And feel a loss not ages can repair. These, in the warrior, their own face enclose: Then where the cry directs, his course he bends ; And round him deep the steely circle grows. Great Ajax, like the god of war, attends. 591 So fares a boar whom all the troop surrounds The prudent chief in sore distress they found, Of shouting huntsmen, and of clamorous hounds; With bands of furious Trojans compass'd round. He grinds his ivory tusks ; he foains with ire, As when some huntsman, with a flying spear, Ilis sanguine eye-balls glare with living fire: From the blind thicket wounds a staiely deer;
Down his cleft side while fresh the blood distils, (By the long lance, the sword, or ponderous stone,
Amazed he stood, with terrors not his own. 671 Ulysses thus, unconquer'd by his pains,
O'er his broad back his moony shield he threw, A single warrior, half a host sustains :
And glaring round, with tardy steps withdrew. But soon as Ajax heaves his tower-like shield, Thus the grim lion his retreat maintains, The scatter'd crowds fly frighted o'er the field; Beset with watchful dogs and shouting swains; Atrides' arm the sinking hero stays,
Repuised by numbers from the nightly stalls, And, saved from numbers, to his car conveys. Though rage impels him, and though hunger calls.
Victorious Ajax plies the routed crew; 610 Long stands the showering darts and missile fires; And first Doryclus, Priam's son, he slew;
Then sourly slow the indignant beast retires. On strong Pandocus next inflicts a wound,
So turn'd stern Ajax, by whole hosts repellid, 680 And lays Lysander bleeding on the ground. While his swoln heart at every step rebellid. As when a torrent swelld with wintry rains,
As the slow beast with heavy strength indued Pours from the mountains o'er the deluged plains, In some wide field by troops of boys pursued, And pines and oaks, from their foundations torn, Though round his sides a wooden tempest rain, A country's ruins! to the seas are borne :
Crops the tall harvest, and lays waste the plain; Fierce Ajax thus o'erwhelms the yielding throng; Thick on his hide the hollow blows resound, Men, steeds, and chariots, roll in heaps along. The patient animal maintains his ground,
But Hector, from this scene of slaughter far, 620 Scarce from the field with all their efforts chased,
Confiding now in bulky strength he stands,
Now turns, and backward bears the yielding bands : There fierce on foot, or from the chariot's height, Now stiff recedes, yet hardly seems to fiy, His sword deforms the beauteous ranks of fight. And threats his followers with retorted eye. The spouse of Helen dealing darts around, Fix'd as the bar between two warring powers, Had pierced Machaon with a distant wound; While hissing darts descend in iron showers : In his right shoulder the broad shaft appear’d,
630 In his broad buckler many a weapon stood, And trembling Greece for her physician fear'd. Its surface bristled with a quivering wood; To Nestor then Idomeneus begun :
And many a javelin, guiltless, on the plain 700 Glory of Greece, old Neleus' valiant son !
Marks the dry dust, and thirsts for blood in vain. Ascend thy chariot, haste with speed away, But bold Eurypylus his aid imparts, And great Machaon to the ships convey.
And dauntless springs beneath a cloud of darts ;
Great Apisaon felt the fatal blow ;
Fix'd in his nervous thigh the weapon stood, 710 Survey'd the various fortune of the war.
Fix'd was the point, but broken was the wood. While here she cried) the flying Greeks are slain, Back to the lines the wounded Greek retired, Trojans on Trojans yonder load the plain.
Yet thus, retreating, his associates fired : Before great Ajax see the mingled throng
What god, O Grecians ! has your hearts dismay'd? Of men and chariots driven in heaps along ! Oh, turn to arms! 'tis Ajax claims your aid. I know him well, distinguish'd o'er the field
This hour he stands the mark of hostile rage, By the broad glittering of the seven-fold shield. And this the last brave battle he shall wage; Thither, 0 Hector, thither urge thy steeds, 650 Haste, join your forces ; from the gloomy grave There danger calls, and there the combat bleeds ; The warrior rescue, and your country save. 719 There horse and foot in mingled deaths unite,
Thus urged the chief: a generous troop appears, And groans of slaughter mix with shouts of fight. Who spread their bucklers, and advance their spears, Thus having spoke, the driver's lash resounds : To guard their wounded friend : while thus they stand Swift through the ranks the rapid chariot bounds ; With pious care, great Ajax joins the band : Stung by the stroke, the coursers scour the fields, Each takes new courage at the hero's sight; O'er beaps of carcasses, and hills of shields. The hero rallies, and renews the fight. The horses' hoofs are bathed in hero's gore,
Thus raged both armies like contiicting fires, And, dashing, purple all the car before ;
While Nestor's chariot far from fight retires : The groaning axle sable drops distils,
660 His coursers steep'd in sweat, and stain'd with gore, mangled carnage clogs the rapid wheels. The Greeks' preserver, great Machaon, bore. Here
, Hector, plunging through the thickest fight, That hour, Achilles from the topmost height 730 Broke the dark phalans, and let in the light: Of his proud fleet o'erlook'd the fields of fight;
His feasted eyes beheld around the plain
Can then the sons of Greece, the sage rejoin'd) The Grecian rout, the slaying, and the slain. Excite compassion in Achilles' mind?
801 His friend Machaon singled from the rest,
Seeks he the sorrows of our host to know?
Our bravest heroes in the navy groan;
And stern Eurypylus, already bleed.
E'en till the flames consume our fleet he stays, 810 Still at my heart, and ever at my side!
And waits the rising of the fatal blaze.
Unstrings my nerves, and ends my manly prime; Go now Nestor, and from him be taught
Oh ! had I still that strength my youth possessid, What wounded warrior late his chariot brought: When this bold arm the Epeian powers oppressid, For, seen at distance, and but seen behind, 750 The bulls of Elis in glad triumph led, His form recall'd Machaon to my mind;
And stretch'd the great llymonæus dead!
The hero said. His friend obey'd with haste ; Fifty white flocks, full fifty herds of swine,
All teeming females, and of generous breeds,
gore, Old Neleus gloried in his conquering son. llere paused a moment, while the gentle gale 760 Thus Elis forced, her long arrears restored, Convey'd that freshness the cool seis exhale; And shares were parted to each Pylian lord. Then to consult on farther methods went,
The state of Pyle was sunk to last despair,
830 And took their seats beneath the shady tent. When the proud Elians first commenced the war: The draught prescribed, fair Iecamede prepares, For Neleus' sons Alcides' rage had slain : Arsinous daughter, graced with golden hairs, Of twelve bold brothers, I alone remain ! (Whom to his aged arms, a royal slave,
Oppress’d, we arm'd; and now this conquest gain'd, Greece, as the prize of Nestor's wisdom, gave :) My sire three hundred chosen sheep obtain'd. A table first with azure feet she placed,
(That large reprisal he might justly claim, Whosc ample orb a brazen charger graced : For prize defrauded, and insulied fame, Honey new press'd, the sacred tlour of wheat, 770 When Elis' monarch at the public course And wholesome garlic crown'd the savoury treat. Detain'd his chariot and victorious horse.) Next her white hand a spacious goblet brings, The rest the people shared ; myself survey'd 810 A goblet sacred to the Pylian kings
The just partition, and due victims paid. From eldest times: the massy sculptured vase, Three days were past, when Elis rose to war, Glittering with golden studs, four handles grace, With many a courser, and with many a car; And curling vines around each handle rollid, The sons of Actor at their army's head Support two turtle-doves emboss d in gold.
(Young as they were) the vengeful squadrons led. A massy weight, yet heaved with ease by him, High on a rock fair Thryoëssa stands, When the brisk nectar overlook'd the brim. Our utmost frontier on the Pylian lands; Temper'd in this, the nymph of form divine 780 Not far the streams of famed Alphrus flow. Pours a large portion of the Pramnian wine ; The stream they pass'd, and pitch'd their tents below. With goats' milk cheese a flavourous taste bestows, Pallas, descending in the shades of night, And last with flour the smiling surface strews. Alarms the Pylians, and commands the fight. This for the wounded prince the dame prepares ; Each burns for fame, and swells with martial pride ; The cordial beverage reverend Nestor shares : Myself the foremost; but my sire denied : Salubrious draughts the warriors' thirst allay Fear'd for my youth, exposed to stern alarms; And pleasing conference beguiles the day. And stopp'd my chariot, and detain'd my arins. Meantime Patroclus, by Achilles sent,
My sire denied in vain: on foot I died Unheard approach'd, and stood before the tent. Amidst our chariots ; for the goddess led. Old Nestor rising then, the hero led
790 Along fair Arene's delightful plain, To his high seat: the chief refused, and said ; Soft Minyas rolls his waters to the main. "Tis now no season for these kind delays; There, horse and foot, the Pylian troops unite, 860 The great Achilles with impatience stays.
And, sheath'd in arms, expect the dawning light. To great Achilles this respect I owe;
Thence, ere the sun advanced his noon-day tlume, Who asks what hero, wounded by the foe, To great Alpheus' sacred source we came. Was borne from coinbat by thy foaming steeds ? There first to Jove our solemn rites were paid; With grief I see the great Machaon bleeds : An untamed heiser pleased the blue-eyed maid; This to report, my hasty course I bend :
A bull Alphrus; and a bull was slain Thou know'st the fiery temper of my friend. To the blue monarch of the watery main.
In arms we slept, beside the winding flood,
Soon as he came, where, on the crowded strand, While round the town the fierce Epeians stood. The public mart and courts of justice stand, Soon as the sun, with all-revealing ray, 870 Where the tall fleet of great Ulysses lies, Flamed in the front of heaven, and gave the day, And altars to the guardian gods arise ; Bright scenes of arms, and works of war appear ;
There sad he met the brave Evæmon's son, 9410 The nations meet; there Pylos, Elis here.
Large painful drops from all his members run: The first who fell, beneath my javelin bled;
An arrow's head yet rooted in his wound, King Augias' son, and spouse of Agamede; The sable blood in circles mark'd the ground, (She that all simples' healing virtues knew,
As faintly reeling he confess'd the smart; And every herb that drinks the morning dew.) Weak was his pace,
but dauntless was his heart; I seized his car, the van of battle led :
Divine compassion touch'd Patroclus' breast, The Epeians saw, they trembled, and they fled. Who, sighing, thus his bleeding friend address'd: The foe dispersed, their bravest warrior kill'd, 680 Ah, hapless leaders of the Grecian host ! Fierce as a whirlwind now I swept the field: Thus must ye perish on a barbarous coast ? Full fifty captive chariots graced my train;
Is this your fate, to glut the dogs with gore, 950 Two chiefs from each fell breathless to the plain. Far from your friends, and from your native shore? Then Actor's sons had died, but Neptune shrouds Say, great Eurypylus! shall Greece yet stand ? 'The youthful heroes in a veil of clouds.
Resists she yet the raging lector's hand ? O'er heapy shields, and o'er the prostrate throng, Or are her heroes doom'd to die with shame, Collecting spoils, and slaughtering all along, And this the period of our wars and fame? Through wide Buprasian fields we forced the foes, Eurypylus' replies: No more, my friend ; Where o'er the vales the Olenian rocks arose: Greece is no more! this day her glories end. Till Pallas stopp d us where Alisium flows: 890 E’en to the ships victorious Troy pursues, E'en there the hindmost of their rear I slay, Hier force increasing as her toil renews. And the same arm that led, concludes the day; Those chiefs, that used her utmost rage to meet, 960 Then back to Pyle triumphant take my way. Lie pierced with wounds, and bleeding in the fleet. There to high Jose were publie thanks ass.gn'd, But thou, Patroclus! act a friendly part, As first of gods; to Nestor, of mankind.
Lead to my ships, and draw this deadly dart; Such then I was, impellid by youthtul blood;
With lukewarm water wash the gore away,
Such as sage Chiron, sire of pharmacy,
And great Machaon, wounded in his tent, 970 · When, gathering aids along the Grecian sea, Now wants the succour which so oft he lent. I and Ulysses touch'd at Phthia's port,
To him the chief. What then remains to do? And enter'd Peleus' hospitable court.
The event of things the gods alone can view. A bull to Jove he slew in sacrifice,
Charged by Achilles' great command I lly, And pour'd libations on the daming thighs.
And bear in haste the Pylian king's reply: Thyself, Achilles, and thy reverend sire,
But thy distress this instant claims relief. Menatius, turi'd the fragments on the fire.
He said, and in his arms upheld the chief. Achilles sees us, to the feast invites !
910 The slaves their master's slow approach survey'd, Social we sit, and share the genial rites.
And hides of oxen on the floor display'd: We then explain 'd the cause on which we came,
| There stretch'd at length the wounded hero lay, 980 Urged you to arms, and found you fierce for fame. Patroclus cut the forky steel away. Your ancient father's generous precepts gave;
Then in his hands a bitter root he bruised ;
The wound to torture, and the blood to flow.
The Battle at the Grecian wall. Though deaf to glory, he may yield to love. The Greeks being retired into their intrenchments, Hec If some dire oracle his breast alarm,
tor attemps to force them; but it proving impossible If aught from heaven withhold his saving arm; to pass the ditch, Polydamus advises to quit their Some beam of comfort yet on Greece may shine,
chariots, and manage the attack on foot. The Tro. If thou but lead the Myrmidonian line;
jans follow his counsel, and, having divided their Clad in Achilles' arms, if thou appear,
930 army into five bodies of foot, begin the assault. But Proud Troy may tremble, and desist from war;
upon the signal of an eagle with a serpent in his taPress'd by fresh forces, her over-labour'd train,
Jons, which appeared on the left hand of the Trojans, Shall seek their walls, and Greece respire again.
Polydamus endeavours to withdraw them again. This
Hector opposes, and continues the attack; in which, This touch'd his generous heart, and from the tent,
after many actions, Sarpedon makes the first breach Along the shore with hasty strides lie went;
in the wall: Hector also casting a stone of vast size,
forces open one of the gates, and enters at the head The bottom bare, (a formidable show!)
The foot alone this strong defence could force,
And try the pass impervious to the horse.
This saw Polydamas; who, wisely brave,
Oh thou ! bold leader of the Trojan bands, Trojans and Greeks with elashing shields engage,
you, confederate chiefs from foreign lands! 70 And mutual deaths are dealt with mutual rage. What entrance here can cumbrous chariots tind, Vor long the trench or lofty walls oppose ;
The stakes beneath, the Grecian walls behind ? With gods averse the ill-fated works arose;
No pass through those, without a thousand wounds,
Without the gods, how short a period stands On certain dangers we too rashly run:
In one promiscuous carnage crush'd and bruised, Caresus roaring down the stony hills,
All Troy must perish, if their arms prevail,
Nor shall a Trojan live to tell the tale.
Back from the trenches let your steeds be led,
So Greece shall stoop before our conquering power, The weight of waters saps the yielding wall, And this (if Jove consent) her fatal hour. And to the sea the floating bulwarks fall.
This counsel pleased: the godlike Hector sprung Incessant cataracts the Thunderer pours,
Swift from his seat; his clanging armour rung.
Each quits his car, and issues on the plain.
The forces part in five distinguish'd bands, Now smooth'd with sand, and levell’d by the flood, And all obey their several chiefs' commands. 100 No fragment tells where once the wonder stood; The best and bravest in the first conspire, In their old bounds the rivers roll again,
Pant for the fight, and threat the feet with fire:
But this the gods in later times perform: Polydamus, and brave Cebriones.
40 Deiphobus, and Helenus the seer;
The coursers fed on Sellè's winding shore. He, like a whirlwind, toss'd the scattering throng, Antenor's sons the fourth battalion guide, Mingled the troops, and drove the field along. And great Æneas, born on fountful Ide. So 'midst the dogs and hunters' daring bands, Divine Sarpedon the last band obey'd, Fierce of his might, a boar or lion stands;
Whom Glaucus and Asteropæus aid, Arm'd foes around a dreadful circle form,
Next him, the bravest at their army's head, And hissing javelins rain an iron storm:
50 But he more brave than all the hosts he led. His powers untamed their bold assault defy,
Now with compacted shields in close array, And where he turns, the rout disperse, or die: The moving legions speed their headlong way: 120 He foams, he glares, he bounds against them all, Already in their hopes they fire the fleet, And if he falls, his courage makes him fall.
And see the Grecians gasping at their feet. With equal rage encompass'd llector glows; While every Trojan thus, and every aid, Exhorts his armies, and the trenches shows. The advice of wise Polydamas obey'd; The panting steeds impatient fury breathe,
Asíus alone confiding in his car, But snort and tremble at the gulf beneath;
His vaunted coursers urged to meet the war. Just on the brink they neigh, and paw the ground, Unhappy hero! and advised in vain! And the turf trembles, and the skies resound. 60 Those wheels returning ne'er shall mark the plain; Eager they view'd the prospect dark and deep, No more those coursers with triumphant joy, Vast was the leap, and headlong hung the steep: Restore their master to the gates of Troy!