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(Young Ajax' brother, by a stolen embrace :
The counsel pleased; and Hector, 'with a bound, Jle dwelt far distant from his native place,
Leap'd from his chariot on the trerr'oling ground ; 940 By his fierce stepdame from his father's reign Swift as he leap'd, bis clanging arms resound. Expell’d and exiled for her brother slain.) To guard this post (he cried) thy art employ, These rule the Phthians, and their arms employ And here detain the scatter'd youth of Troy. Mix'd with Baotians, on the shores of Troy. Where yonder heroes faint, I bend my way,
Now side by side, with like unwearied care, And hasten back to end the doubtful day. Esch Ajax labour'd through the field of war :
This said : the towering chief prepares to go, So when two lordly bulls, with equal toil,
Shakes his white plumes that to the breezes flow, Force the bright ploughshare through the fallow soil, And seems a moving mountain topp'd with snow. Join'd to one yoke, the stubborn earth they tear, 881 Through all his host, inspiring force, he flies, And trace large furrows with the shining share; And bids ane w the martial thunder rise.
950 O'er their huge limbs the foam descends in snow, To Panthus,' son, at Hector's high command, And streams of sweat down their your foreheads flow. Haste the bold leaders of the Trojan band : A train of beroes follow'd through the field, But round the battlements, and round the plain Who bore by turns great Ajax' seven-fold shield; For many a chief he look'd, but look'd in vain : Whene'er he breath'd, remissive of his mighi, Derphobus, nor Helenus the seer, Tired with the incessant slaughters of the fight. Nor Asius' son, nor Asius' self appear. No following troops his brave associate grace: For these were pierced with many a ghastly wound, In close engagement an unpractised race, 890 Some cold in death, some groaning on the ground; The Locrian squadrons nor the javelin wield, Some low in dust (a mournful object) lay; Nor bear the helm, nor lift the moony shield; High on the wall some breathed their souls away. But skill'd from far the flying shaft to wing,
Far on the left, amid the throng he found 961 Or whirl the sounding pebble from the sling. (Cheering his troops, and dealing deaths around) Dexterous with these they aim a certain wound, The graceful Paris ; whom, with fury moved, Or fell the distant warrior to the ground.
Opprobrious, thus, the impatient chief reproved : Thus in the van the Telamonian train,
IIl-fated Paris ! slave to women-kind, Throng'd in bright arms, a pressing fight maintain; As smooth of face as traudulent of mind! Far in the rear the Locrian archers lie,
Where is Deïphobus, where Asius gone? Whose stones and arrows intercept the sky. 900 The godlike father, and the intrepid son ? The mingled tempest on the foes they pour; The force of Helenus, dispensing fate? Troy's scattering orders open to the shower.
And great Othryoneus, so fear'd of late ?
970 Now had the Greeks eternal fame acquired, Black fate hangs o'er thee from the avenging gods, And the gallid llians to the walls retired;
Imperial Troy from her foundations nods ; But sage Polydamas, discreetly brave,
Whelm'd in thy country's ruins shalt thou fall, Address'd great Hector, and his counsel gave: And one devouring vengeance swallow all.
Though great in all, thou seem'st averse to lend When Paris thus: My brother and my friend, Impartial audience to a faithful friend ;
Thy warm impatience makes thy tongue offend. To gods and men thy matchless worth is known, In other battles I deserved thy blame, And every art of glorious war thy own; 910 Though then not deedless, nor unknown to fame : Bot in cool thought and counsel to excel,
But since yon rampart by thy arms lay low, How widely differs this from warring well ? I scatter'd slaughter from my fatal bow.
980 Content with what the bounteous gods have given The chiefs you seek on yonder shore lie slain : Seek not alone to engross the gifts of heaven. Of all these heroes two alone remain; To some the powers of bloody war belong, Deîphobus, and Helenus the seer; To some, sweet music, and the charm of song; Each now disabled by a hostile spear. To few, and wondrous few, has Jove assigo'd Go then, successful, where thy soul inspires : A wise, extensive, all-considering mind;
This heart and hand shall second all thy fires ; Their guardians these, the nations round confess, What with this arm I can, prepare to know, And towns and empires for their safety bless. 920 Till death for death be paid, and blow for blow. If heaven have lodged this virtue in my breast, But 'uis not ours, with forces not our own Attend, o Hector, what I judge the best.
To combat ; strength is of the gods alone. 990 See, as thou mov'st, on dangers, dangers spread, These words the hero's angry mind assuage; And war's whole fury burns around thy head. Then fierce they mingle where the thickest rage. Behold! distress'd within yon hostile wall,
Around Polydamas, distain'd with blood, How many Trojans yield, disperse, or fall ! Cebrion, Phalces, stern Orthæus stood, What troops, out-number'd scarce the war maintain! Palmus, with Polypætes the divine, And what brave heroes at the ships lie slain! And two bold brothers of Hippotion's line, Here cease thy fury; and the chiefs and kings (Who reach'd fair Ilion, from Ascania far, Convoked to council, weigh the sum of things. 930 The former day; the next engaged in war.) Whether (the gods succeeding our desires) As when from gloomy clouds a whirlwind springs, To yon tall sbips to bear the Trojan fires; That bears Jove's thunder on its dreadful wings, Or quit the fleet, and pass unhurt away,
Wide o'er the blasted fields, the tempest sweeps ; Contented with the conquest of the day.
Then, gather'd, settles on the hoary deeps ; 1002 I fear, I fear, lest Greece, not yet undone,
The afflicted deeps turnultuous mix and roar; Pay the large debt of last revolving sun;
The waves behind impel the waves before, Achilles, great Achilles, yet remains
Wide rolling, foaming high, and tumbling to the On yonder decks, and yet o'erlooks the plains !
Thus rank on rank the thick battalions throng, Diomedi adds his advice, that, wounded as they wert, Chief urged on chief, and man drove man along. they should go forth and encourage the army wt. Far o'er the plains in dreadful order bright,
their presence; which advice is pursued. Juno, see.B: The brazen arms reflect a beamy light:
the partiality of Jupiter to the Trojark, forms a do Full in the blazing van great Hector shined, 1010
sign to overreach him: she sets off her charms, with
the utmost care, and the more surely to enchant his Like Mars commission'd to confound mankind.
obtains the magic girdle of Venus. She then app Before him flaming, his enormous shield,
herself to the god of sleep and, with some dificulty, Like the broad sun, illumined all the field;
persuudes him to seal the eyes of Jupiter : this done, His nodding helm emits a streamy ray;
she goes to mount Ida where the god, at first sight. is His piercing eyes through all the battle stray ; ravished with her beauty, sinks in her embraces, atri And, while beneath his targe he flash'd along,
is laid asleep. Neptune takes advantage of his sdn. Shot terrors round, that wither'd e'en the strong.
ber, and succours the Greeks: Hector is struck to the Thus stalk'd he, dreadful; death was in his look ;
ground with a prodigious stone by Ajar, and carried
off from the battle ; several actions succeed; till be Whole nations fear'd; but not an Argive shook.
Trojans, much distressed, are obliged to give way: the The towering Ajax, with an ample stride, 1020
lesser Ajax signalizes himself in a particular manner. Advanced the first, and thus the chief defied; Hector! come on; thy empty threats forbear;
BOOK XIV. "Tis not thy arın, 'tis thundering Jove we lear: The skill of war to us not idly given,
But nor the genial feast, nor flowing bowl, Lo! Greece is humbled, not by Troy, but Heaven.
Could charm the cares of Nestor's watchful soul; Vain are the hopes that haughty mind imparts,
His startled ears the increasing cries attend : To force our fleet : the Greeks have hands and hearts. Then thus impatient to his wounded friend : Long ere in flames our lofty navy fall.
What new alarm, divine Machaon, say, Your boasted city and your god-built wall
What mix'd events attend this mighty day! Shall sink beneath us, smoking on the ground; 1030 Hark how the shouts divide, and how they meet, And spread a long, unmeasured ruin round.
And now come full, and thicken to the fleet! The time shall come, when, chased along the plain, Here, with the cordial draught, dispel thy care, E'en thou shalt call on Jove and call in vain :
Let Hecamede the strengthening bath prepare,
10 E'en thou shalt wish, to aid thy desperate course,
Refresh thy wound, and cleanse the clotted gore ; The wings of falcons for thy flying horse;
While I the adventures of the day explore. Shalt run, forgetful of a warrior's fame,
He said: and seizing Thrasymedes' shield While clouds of friendly dust conceal thy sharne.
(His valiant offspring) hasten'd to the field; As thus he spoke, behold in open view,
That day the son his father's buckler bore :) On sounding wings a dexter eagle flew.
Then snatch'd a lance, and issucd from the door. To Jove's glad omen all the Grecians rise, 1040 Soon as the prospect open'd to his view, And hail, with shouts, his progress through the skies; His wounded eyes the scene of sorrow knew; Far-echoing clamours bound from side to side;
Dire disarray! the tumult of the fight, They ceased; and thus the chief of Troy replied:
The wall in ruins, and the Greeks in flight. From whence this menace, this insulting strain ?
As when old Ocean's silent surface sleeps, Enormous boaster! doom'd to vaunt in vain.
The waves just heaving on the purple deeps : So may the gods on Hector life bestow
While yet the expected tempest hangs on high, (Not that short life which mortals lead below, Weighs down the cloud, and blackens in the sky, But such as those of Jove's high lineage born,
The mass of waters will no wind obey; The blue-eyed maid, or he that gilds the morn,)
Jove sends one gust, and bids them roll away. As this decisive day shall end the fame 1050 While wavering counsels thus his mind engage, Of Greece, and Argos be no more a name.
Fluctuates in doubtful thought the Pylian sage, And thou, imperious ! if thy madness wait
To join the host, or to the general haste; The lance of Hector, thou shalt meet thy fate:
Debating long, he fixes on the last : That giant corpse, extended on the shore,
Yet as he moves, the fight his bosom warms; Shall largely feed the fowls with fat and gore.
The field rings dreadful with the clang of arms; He said, and like a lion stalk'd along :
The gleaming falchions flash, the javelins fly, With shouts incessant earth and ocean rung
Blows echo blows, and all or kill or die. Sent from his following hosts; the Grecian train Him, in his march, the wounded princes meet, With answering thunders fill'd the echoing plain ;
By tardy steps ascending from the fleet;
(Their ships at distance from the battle stand,
Whose bay, the fleet unable to contain
At length, beside the margin of the main,
Rank above rank, the crowded ships they moor: Juno deceives Jupiter by the girdle of Venus.
Who landed tirst, lay highest on the shore.) Nestor sitting at the table with Machaon, is alarmed
Supported on their spears, they took their way, with the increasing clamour of the war, and hastens
Unfit to fight, but anxious for the day. to Againeinnon; on bis way he meets that prince with
Nestor's approach alarm'd each Grecian breast, Diomed and Ulysses, whom he inforins of the extremity Whom thus the general of the host addressid: of the danger. Agamemnon proposes to make their O grace and glory of the Achaian name! escape by night, which Ulysses withstands : to which What drives thee, Nestor, from the field of fame? 50
Shall then proud Hector see his boast fulfillid, Glad I submit, whoe'er, or young, or old,
Aught more conducive to our weal unfold.
120 On many a Grecian bosom writ in blood.
Such counsel if you seek behold the man Is every heart inflamed with equal rage
Who boldly gives it; and what he shall say,
May speak to councils and assembled kings.
With three bold sons was generous Prothous bless'd,
He pass'd to Argos, and in exile dwellid;
To him the monarch: That our army bends, There, rich in fortune's gifts, his acres tillid,
And numerous flocks that whiten'd all the field. 140
Though sore of battle, though with wounds oppress'd, Now heaven averse, our hands from battle ties, Let each go forth, and animate the rest, And lifts the Trojan glory to the skies.
80 Advance the glory which he cannot share, Cease we at length to waste our blood in vain, Though not partaker, witness of the war. And launch what ships lie nearest to the main ; But lest new wounds on wounds o'erpower us Leave these at anchor till the coming night:
quite, Then, if impetuous Troy forbear the fight,
Beyond the missile javelin's sounding flight, 150 Bring all to sea, and hoist each sail for flight. Safe let us stand ; and from the tumult far, Better from evils, well foreseen, to run,
Inspire the ranks, and rule the distant war. Than perish in the danger we may shun.
He added not : the listening kings obey, Thus he. The sage Ulysses thus replies,
Slow moving on : Atrides leads the way. While anger flash'd from his disdainful eyes : The god of ocean (to inflame their rage) What shameful words (unkingly as thou art) 90 Appears a warrior furrowed o'er with age; Fall from that trembling tongue and timorous heart! Press'd in his own, the general's hand he took, Oh were thy sway the curse of meaner powers, And thus the venerable hero spoke : And thou the shame of any host but ours !
Atrides, lo ! with what disdainful eye A host, by Jove endued with martial might, Achilles sees his country's forces fly;
160 And taught to conquer, or to fall in fight:
Blind impious mar! whose anger is his guide, Adventurous combats and bold wars to wage, Who glories in unutterable pride. Employ'd our youth, and yet employs our age. So may he perish, so may Jove disclaim And wilt thou thus desert the Trojan plain? The wretch relentless, and o'erwhelm with shame! And have whole streams of blood been spilt in But heaven forsake not thee; o'er yonder sands vain ?
Soon shalt thou view the scatter'd Trojan bands In such base sentence if thou couch thy fear, 100 Fly diverse; while proud kings, and chiefs renown'd, Speak it in whispers, lest a Greek should hear. Driven heaps on heaps, with clouds involved around Lives there a man so dead to fame, who dares Of rolling dust, their winged wheels employ To think such meanness, or the thought declares ? To hide their ignominious heads in Troy. 170 And comes it e'en from him whose sovereign sway He spoke, then rush'd amid the warrior crew; The banded legions of all Greece obey ?
And sent his voice before him as he flew, Is this a general's voice, that calls to flight, Loud, as the shout encountering armies yield, While war hangs doubtful, while his soldiers fight? When twice ten thousand shake the labouring field; What more could Troy? What yet their fate denies Such was the voice, and such the thundering sound Thon gives the foe: all Greece becomes their prize. Of him, whose trident rends the solid ground. No more the troops (our hosted sails in view, 110 Each Argive bosom beats to meet the fight, Themselves abandon'd) shall the fight pursue ; And grizly war appears a pleasing sight. But thy ships flying, with despair shall see,
Meantime, Saturnia from Olympus brow, And owe destruction to a prince like thee. High throned in gold, beheld the fields below; 180 Thy just reproofs (Atrides calm replies)
With joy the glorious conflict she survey'd,
But placed aloft, on Ida's shady height
Jove to deceive, what methods shall she try, Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
Then Venus to the courts of Jove withdrew, Sacred to dress and beauty's pleasing cares : Whilst from Olympus pleased Saturnia few. With skill divine had Vulcan formed the bower, O'er high Pieria thence her course she bore, Safe from access of each intruding power.
O'er fair Emaihia's ever-pleasing shore,
260 Touch'd with her secret key, the doors unfold: O'er Hæmus' hills with snows eternal crown'd; Self-closed, behind her shut the valves of gold. Nor once her flying foot approach'd the ground. Here first she bathes; and round her body pours Then taking wing from Athos' lofty steep, Soft oils of fragrance, and ambrosial showers : She speeds to Lemnos o'er the rolling deep, The winds, perfumed, the balmy gale convey And seeks the cave of Death's half brother, Sleep. Through heaven, through earth, and all the aërial way: Sweet pleasing Sleep! (Saturnia thus begin) Spirit divine! whose exhalation greets
201 Who spread'st thy empire o'er each god and man; The sense of gods with more than mortal sweets. If e'er obsequious to thy Juno's will, Thus while she breathed of heaven, with decent O power of slumbers! hear, and favour still. pride
Shed thy soft dews on Jove's immortal eyes, 270 Her artful hands the radiant tresses tied ;
While sunk in love's entrancing joys he lies. Part on her head in shining ringlets roll'd,
A splendid footstool, and a throne, that shine Part o'er her shoulders waved like melted gold. With gold unaiding, Somnus, shall be thine, Around her next a heavenly mantle flow'd, The work of Vulcan ; lo indulge thy ease, That rich with Pallas' labour'd colours glow'd : When wine and feasts thy golden humours please. Large clasps of gold the foldings gather'd round Imperial dame, (the balmy power replies) A golden zone her swelling bosom bound. 210 Great Saturn's heir, and empress of the skies! Far-beaming pendants tremble in her ear, O'er other gods I spread my easy chain ; Each gem illumined with a triple star.
The sire of all, old Ocean, owns my reign, Then o'er her head she casts a veil more white And his hush'd waves lie silent on the main.
980 Than new-fallen snow, and dazzling as the light. But how, unbidden, shall I dare to steep Last her fair feet celestial sandals grace.
Jove's awful temples in the dew of sleep? Thus issuing radiant, with majestic pace,
Long since too venturous, at thy bold command, Forth from the dome the imperial goddess moves,
On those eternal lids I laid my hand;
How long (to Venus thus apart she cried) His conquering son, Alcides, plough'd the main.
As drive the hero to the Coan shore : And set aside the cause of Greece and Troy? Great Jove awaking, shook the bless'd abodes Let heaven's dread empress (Cytheræa said) With rising wrath, and tumbled gods on gods ;
900 Speak her request, and deem her will obey'd. Me chief he sought, and from the realins on high Then grant me (said the queen) those conquering Had hurl'd indignant to the neiher sky, charms,
But gentle Night, to whom I led for aid That power, which mortals and immortals warms, (The friend of earth and heaven) her wings display'd; That love, which melts mankind in fierce desires, Empower'd the wrath of gods and men to tame, And burns the sons of heaven with sacred fires ! E'en Jove revered the venerable dame. For lo! I haste to those remote abodes,
Vain are thy fears, (the queen of heaven replies, Where the great parents (sacred source of gods !)-230 And speaking rolls her large majestic eyes :) Ocean and Tethys their old empire keep,
Think'st thou that Troy has Jove's high favour won, On the last limits of the land and deep.
Like great Alcides, his all-conquering son ? 300
Nor for the deed expect a vulgar prize;
Swear then (he said) by those tremendous floods
240 And stretch the other o'er the sacred main : Once more their minds in mutual ties engage, Call the black Titans, that with Chronos dwell, And what my youth has owed, repay their age ! To hear and witness from the depois of hell; 310
She said. With awe divine the queen of love That she, my loved-one, shall be ever mine, Obey'd the sister and the wife of Jove;
The youngest Grace, Pasithaï the divine. And from her fragrant breast the zone unbraced, The queen assents, and from the internal bowers With various skill and high embroidery graced. Invokes the sable subtartarean powers, In this was every art, and every charm,
And those who rule the inviolable floods, To win the wisest, and the coldest warm:
Whom mortals name the dread Titanian gods. Fond love, the gentle vow, the gay desire,
Then swift as wind, o'er Lemnos' smoky Isle, The kind deceit, the still reviving fire, 250 They wing their way, and Imbrus' sea-biat soul,
Through air unseen, involved in darkness glide, | She ceased; and smiling with superior love, And light on Lectos, on the point of Ide 320 Thus answer'd mild the cloud-compelling Jove: (Mother of savages, whose echoing hills
Nor god nor mortal shall our joys behold, Are heard resounding with a hundred rills .) Shaded with clouds, and circumfused in gold; 390 Fair Ida trembles underneath the god;
Not e'en the sun, who darts through heaven his rays, Hush'd are her mountains, and her forests nod. And whose broad eye the extended earth surveys. There on a fir, whose spiry branches rise
Gazing he spoke, and kindling at the view,
Unbidden herbs and voluntary flowers :
And sudden hyacinths the turf bestow,
And flamy crocus made the mountain glow. 400 The god, whose lightning sets the heavens on fire, There golden clouds conceal'd the heavenly pair, Through all his bosom feels the fierce desire ; Steep'd in soft joys, and circumfused with air; Fierce as when first by stealth he seized her charms, Celestial dews, descending o'er the ground, Mix'd with her soul, and melted in her arms. Perfume the mount, and breathe ambrosia round. Fix'd on her eyes he fed his eager look,
At length, with love and sleep's soft power oppress'd, Then press'd her hand, and thus with transport spoke : The panting Thunderer nods, and sinks to rest.
Why comes my goddess from the ethereal sky, Now to the navy borne on silent wings,
Then she; I haste to those remote abodes Beside him sudden, unperceived, he stood,
Now, Neptune! now the important hour employ, On the last limits of the land and main.
To check awhile the haughty hopes of Troy : I visit these, to whose indulgent cares
While Jove yet rests, while yet my vapours shed I owe the nursing of my tender years.
The golden vision round his sacred head; For strife, I hear, has made that union cease, For Juno's love, and Somnus' pleasing ties, Which held so long ihat ancient pair in
peace. Have closed those awful and eternal eyes. The steeds, prepared my chariot to convey
Thus having said, the power of slumber flew, O'er earth and seas, and through the aërial way 350 On human lids to drop the balmy dew. Wait under Ide: of thy superior power
Neptune, with zeal increased, renews his care, To ask consent, I leave the Olympian bower; And towering in the foremost ranks of war,
420 Nor seek, unknown to thee, the sacred cells Indignant thus-Oh once of martial fame! Deep under seas, where hoary Ocean dwells. O Greeks! if yet ye can deserve the name! For that (said Jove) suffice another day;
This half-recover'd day, shall Troy obtain ? But eager love denies the least delay.
Shall Hector thunder at your ships again? Let softer cares the present hour employ,
Lo, still he vaunts, and threats the fleet with fires, And be these moments sacred all to joy.
While stern Achilles in his wrath retires. Ne'er did my soul so strong a passion prove, One hero's loss too tamely you deplore, Or for an earthly or a heavenly love :
360 Be still yourselves, and ye shall need no more. Not when I press'd Ixion's matchless dame, Oh yet, if glory any bosom warms, Whence rose Perithous, like the gods in fame. Brace on your firmest helms, and stand to arms : 430 Not when fair Danaj felt the shower of gold His strongest spear each valiant Grecian wield, Stream into life, whence Perseus brave and bold. Each valiant Grecian seize his broadest shield; Not thus I burn'd for either Theban date,
Let to the weak the lighter arms belong, (Bacchus from this, from that Alcides came:) The ponderous targe be wielded by the strong. Nor Phænis' daughter, beautiful and young,
Thus arm’d, not Hector shall our presence stay: Whence godlike Rhadamanth and Minos sprung. Myself, ye Greeks! myself will lead the way. Not thus I burn'd for fair Latona'a face,
The troops assent; their martial arms they change, Nor comelier Ceres' more majestic grace. 370 The busy chiefs their banded legions range. Not thus e'en for thyself I felt desire,
The kings, though wounded, and oppress'd with pain, As now my veins receive the pleasing fire.
With helpful hands themselves assist the train, 440 He spoke ; the goddess with the charming eyes The strong and cumbrous arms the valiant wield, Glows with celestial red, and thus replies :
The weaker warrior takes a lighter shield. Is this a scene for love? on Ida's height
Thus sheath'd in shining brass, in bright array Exposed to mortal and immortal sight :
The legioos march, and Neptune leads the way: Our joys profaned by each familiar eye;
His brandish'd falchion flames before their eyes, The sport of heaven, and fable of the sky ? Like lightning flashing through the frighted skies. How shall I e'er review the bless'd abodes,
Clad in his might, the earth-shaking power appears ; Or mix among the senate of the gods ?
380 Pale mortals tremble, and confess their fears. Shall I not think, that, with disorder'd charms, Troy's great defender stands alone unawed, All heaven beholds me recent from thy arms?
Arms his proud host, and dares oppose a god : With skill divine has Vulcan form'd thy bower, Aud lo! the god and wondrous man appear : Sacred to love and to the genial hour;
The sea's stern ruler there, and Hector here. If such thy will, to that recess retire,
The roaring main, at her great master's call, And secret there ipduige thy sofi desire.
Rose in huge ranks, and form'd a watery wal!