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Around the ships : seas hanging o'er the shores, An arduous battle rose around the dead;
Both armies join : earth thunders, ocean roars. By turns the Greeks, by turns the Trojans bled
Not half so loud the bellowing deeps resound, Fired with revenge, Polydamus drew near,
When stormy winds disclose the dark profound;

And at Prothænor shook the trembling spear:
Less loud the winds, that from the Æolian hall 459 The driving javelin through his shoulder thrust,
Roar through the woods, and make whole forests fall; He sinks to earth, and grasps the bloody dust.
Less loud the woods, when flames in torrents pour, Lo thus (the victor cries) we rule the field,
Catch the dry mountain, and its shades devour: And thus their arms the race of Panthus wield: 530
With such a rage the meeting hosts are driven, From this unerring hand there flies no dart
And such a clamour shakes the sounding heaven. But bathes its point within a Grecian heart.
The first bold javelin urged by Hector's force, Prompt on that spear to which thou owest thy fall,
Direct al Ajax' bosom wing'd its course ;

Go, guide thy darksome steps to Pluto's dreary hall! But there no pass the crossing belts afford,

He said, and sorrow touch'd each Argive breast; (One braced his shield, and one sustain'd his sword.) The soul of Ajax burn'd above the rest. Then back the disappointed Trojan drew,

As by his side the groaning warrior fell,
And cursed the lance that unavailing flew; 470 At the fierce foe he launch'd his piercing steel:
But 'scaped not Ajax: his tempestuous hand The foe reclining, shunn'd the flying death;
A ponderous stone up-heaving from the sand, But Fate, Archelochus, demands thy breath : 510
(Where heaps laid loose beneath the warrior's feet, Thy lofty birth no succour could impart,
Or served to ballast or to prop the fleet,)

The wings of death o'ertook thee on the dart.
Toss'd round and round, the missive marble flings; Swift to perform heaven's fatal will it fled,
On the razed shield the falling ruin rings,

Full on the juncture of the neck and head,
Full on his breast and throat with force descends; And took the joint, and cut the nerves in twain:
Nor deadend there its giddy fury spends,

The dropping head first tumbled to the plain. But whirling on, with many a fiery round,

So just the stroke, that yet the body stood Smokes in the dust, and ploughs into the ground. 480 Erect, then roll'd along the sands in blood. As when the bolt red hissing from above,

Here, proud Polydamas, here turn thy eyes! Darts on the consecrated plant of Jove,

(The towering Ajax loud insulting cries :) 550 The mountain-oak in flaming ruin lies,

Say, is this chief extended on the plain, Black from the blow, and smokes of sulphur rise, A worthy vengeance for Prothænor slain? Stilf with amaze the pale beholders sland, Mark well his port; his figure, and his face, And own the terrors of the almighty hand! Nor speak him vulgar, nor of vulgar race; So lies great Hector prostrate on the shore; Some lines, methinks, may make his lineage known, His slacken'd hand deserts the lance it bore; Antenor's brother, or perhaps his son. His following shield the fallen chief o'erspread; He spake, and smiled severe, for well he knew Beneath his helmet dropp'd his fainting head; 490 The bleeding youth : Troy sadden'd at the view. His load of armour, sinking to the ground,

But furious Acamas avenged his cause; Clanks on the field; a dead and hollow sound. As Promachus his slaughter'd brother draws. 560 Loud shouts of triumph fill the crowded plain; He pierced his heart-Such fate attends you all, Greece sees, in hope, Troy's great defender slain : Proud Argives ! destined by our arms to fall. All spring to seize him ; storms of arrows fly; Not Troy alone, but haughty Greece shall share And thicker javelins intercept the sky.

The toils, the sorrows, and the wounds of war. In vain an iron tempest hisses round;

Behold your Promachus deprived of breath, He lies protected and without a wound.

A victim owed to my brave brother's death. Polydamas, Agenor the divine,

Not unappeased he enters Pluto's gate, The pious warrior of Anchises' line,

500 Who leaves a brother to revenge his fate. And each bold leader of the Lycian band,

Heart-piercing anguish struck the Grecian host, With covering shields (a friendly circle) stand. But touch'd the breast of bold Peneleus most; 570 His mournful followers, with assistant care, At the proud boaster he directs his course ; The groaning hero to his chariot bear;

The boaster flies, and shuns superior force. His foaming coursers, swifter than the wind, But young lioneus received the spear; Speed to the town, and leave the war behind. Dioneus, his father's only care :

When now they touch'd the mead's enamellid side, (Phorbas the rich, of all the Trojan train Where gentle Xanthus rolls his easy tide,

Whom Hermes loved, and taught the arts of gain :) With watery drops the chief they sprinkle round, Full in his eye the weapon chanced to fall, Placed on the margin of the flowery ground. 510 And from the fibres scoop'd the rooted ball, Raised on his knees, he now ejects the gore ; Drove through the neck, and hurl'd him to the plain : Now faints anew, low-sinking on the shore ; He lifts his miserable arms in vain!

580 By fits he breathes, half views the fleeting skies, Swift his broad falchion fierce Peneleus spread, And seals again, by fits, his swimming eyes. And from the spouting shoulders struck his head;

Soon as the Greeks the chief's retreat beheld, To earth at once the head and helmet fly; With double fury each invades the field.

The lance, yet sticking through the bleeding eye, Oilean Ajax first his javelin sped,

The victor seized ; and as aloft he shook
Pierced by whose point the son of Enops bled; The gory visage, thus insulting spoke:
(Satnius the brave, whom beauteous Neis bore Trojans ! your great llioneus behold!
Amidst her flocks, on Satnio's silver shore.) 520 Haste, to his father let the tale be told :
Struck through the belly's rim, the warrior lies Let his high roofs resound with frantic woe,
Supine, and shades eternal veil his eyes.

Such, as the house of Promachus must know; 500

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Lei doleful tidings greet his mother's ear,

The god beheld him with a pitying look, Such, as to Promachus' sad spouse we bear; And thus, incensed, to fraudful Juno spoke: When we victorious shall to Greece return,

O thou, still adverse to the eternal will,
And the pale matron in our triumphs mourn. For ever studious in promoting ill!

Dreadful he spake, then toss'd the head on high; Thy arts have made the godlike Hector yield,
The Trojans hear, they tremble, and they fly: And driven his conquering squadrons from the
Aghast they gaze around the fleet and wall,

field. And dread the ruin that impends on all.

Canst thou, unhappy in thy wiles ! withstand 21 Daughters of Jove! that on Olympus shine, Our power immense, and brave the almighty hand ? Ye all-beholding, all-recording Nine !

600 Hast thou forgot, when, bound and fix'd on high, O say, when Neptune made proud llion yield, From the vast concave of the spangled sky, What chief, what hero, first imbued the field ? I hung thee trembling in a golden chain, Of all the Grecians what immortal name,

And all the raging gods opposed in vain? And whose blest trophies will ye raise to fame? Headlong I hurl'd them from the Olympian hall,

Thou first, great Ajax! on the ensanguined plain Stunn'd in the whirl, and breathless with the fall. Laid'st Hyrtjus, leader of the Mysian train. For godlike Hercules these deeds were done, Phalces and Hermer, Nestor's son o'erthrew. Nor seem'd the vengeance worthy such a son: Bold Merion Morys and Hippotion slew.

When by thy wiles induced, fierce Boreas toss'd
Strong Periphætes and Prothoon bled,

The shipwreck'd hero on the Coan coast,
By Teucer's arrows mingled with the dead. 610 Him through a thousand forms of death I bore,
Pierced in the flank by Menelaiis' steel,

And sent to Argos, and his native shore.
His people's pastor, Hyperenor fell;

Hear this, remember, and our fury dread,
Eternal darkness wrapt the warrior round, Nor pull the unwilling vengeance on thy head :
And the fierce soul came rushing through the wound. Lest arts and blandishments successless prove,
But stretch'd in heaps before Oileus' son,

Thy soft deceits, and well-dissembled love.
Fall mighty numbers, mighty numbers run;

The Thunderer spoke: imperial Juno mourn'd, Ajar the less, of all the Grecian race

And, trembling, these submissive words return'd : 40 Skill'd in pursuit, and swiftest in the chase.

By every oath that powers immortal ties,
The foodful earth, and all infolding skies;
By thy black waves, tremendous Styx ! that flow

Through the drear realms of gliding ghosts below;
BOOK XV.

By the dread honours of thy sacred head,

And that unbroken vow, our virgin-bed !
ARGUMENT.

Not by my arts the ruler of the main The fifik Battle, at the Ships; and the Acts of Ajar. Steeps Troy in blood, and rages round the plain ; Jupiter awaking, sees the Trojans repulsed from the By his own ardour, his own pity sway'd, trenches, Hector in a swoon, and Neptune at the head to help his Greeks; he fought and disobey'd : 50 of the Greeks: he is highly incensed at the artifice of Else had thy Juno better counsels given, Juno, who appeases him by her submissions; she is And taught submission to the sire of heaven. then sent to Iris and Apollo. Juno repairing to the assembly of the gods, attempts with extraordinary

Think'st thou with me, fair empress of the skies? address to incense them against Jupiter; in particular (The immortal father with a smile replies ;) she touches Mars with a violent resentment: he is Then soon the haughty sea-god shall obey, ready to take arins, but is prevented by Minerva. Iris Nor dare to act, but when we point the way. and Apollo obey the orders of Jupiter; Iris commands If truth inspires thy tongue, proclaim our will Neptune to leave the battle, to which, after much re. To yon bright synod on the Olympian hill : luctance and passion, he consents. Apollo re-inspires Our high decree let various Iris know, Herior with vigour, brings him back to the battle,

60 marebes before him with his agis, and turns the for: And call the god that bears the silver bow. tune of the fight. He breaks down great part of the Let her descend, and from the embattled plain Grecian wall: the Trojans rush in and attempt to fire Command the sea-god to his watery reign: the first line of the fleet, but are, as yet, repelled by While Phæbus hastes great Hector to prepare the greater Ajax with a prodigious slaughter.

To rise afresh, and once more wake the war,
His labouring bosom re-inspire with breath,

And calls his senses from the verge of death.
BOOK XV.

Greece chased by Troy e'en to Achilles' fleet,
Now in swift flight they pass the trench profound, Shall fall by thousands at the hero's feet.
And many a chief lay gasping on the ground: He, not untouch'd with pity, to the plain
Then stopp'd and panted, where the chariots lie; Shall send Patroclus, but shall send in vain. 70
Fear on their cheek, and horror in their eye. What youths he slaughters under llion's walls!
Meanwhile, awaken'd from his dream of love, E'en my loved son, divine Sarpedon, falls !
On Ida's summit sat imperial Jove:

Vanquish'd at last by Hector's lance he lies. Rognd the wide fields he cast a careful view, Then, nor till then, shall great Achilles rise: There saw the Trojans fly, the Greeks pursue : And lo! that instant godlike Hector dies. These proud in arms, those scatter'd o'er the plain; From that great hour the war's whole fortune turns, And, midst the war, the monarch of the main. 10 Pallas assists, and lofty Ilion burns. Nol far, great Hector on the dust he spies Not till that day shall Jove relax his rage, (His sad associates round with weeping eyes,) Nor one of all the heavenly host engage Ejecting blood, and panting yet for breath,

In aid of Greece. The promise of a god 80 His senses wandering to the verge of death. I gave, and seal'd it with the almighty nod,

Achilles' glory to the stars to raise ;

Back to the skies wouldst thou with shame be driver, Such was our word, and Fate the word obeys. And in thy guilt involve the host of heaven ? 151

The trembling queen (the almighty order given) Mion and Greece no more shall Jove engage; Swift from the Idean surmit shot to heaven. The skies would yield an ampler scene of rage, As some way-faring man, who wanders o'er Guilty and guiltless find an equal fate, In thought a length of lands he trod before, And one vast ruin whelm the Olympian state. Sends forth his active mind from place to place, Cease then thy offspring's death unjust to call: Joins hill to dale, and measures space with space, Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall. So swift flew Juno to the blest abodes,

90 Why should heaven's law with foolish man comply, If thought of man can match the speed of gods. Exempted from the race ordain d to die? There sat the powers in awful synod placed : This menace fix'd the warrior to his throne; 180 They bow'd, and made obeisance as she passid, Sullen he sai, and curb'd the rising groan. Through all the brazen dome: with goblets crown'd, Then Juno call d Jore's orders to obey) They hail her queen; the nectar streams around. The winged Iris, and the god of day. Fair Themis first presents the golden bowl, Go wait the Thunderer's will (Saturnia cried,) And anxious asks what cares disturb her soul ? On yon tall summit of the fountful Ide:

To whom the white-arm'd goddess thus replies : There in the Father's awful presence stand, * Enough thou know'et the tyrant of the skies, Receive, and erecute his dread command. Severely bent his purpose to fulfil,

100 She said, and sat: the god that gilds the day, Unmoved his mind, and unrestrain'd his will. And various Iris, wing their airy way. Go thou, the feasts of heaven attend thy call; Swift as the wind, to Ida's hills they came Bid the crown'd nectar circle round the hall; (Fair nurse of fountains and of savage game.) But Jove shall thunder through the ethereal dome, There sat the Eternal: he whose nod controuls Such stern decrees, such threaten'd woes to come, The trembling world, and shakes the steady poles. As soon shall freeze mankind with dire surprise, Veil'd in a mist of fragrance him they found, And damp the eternal banquets of the skies. With clouds of gold and purple circled round.

The goddess said, and sullen took her place; Well-pleased the Thunderer saw their earnest care, Blank horror sadden'd each celestial face:

And prompt obedience to the queen of air ;
To see the gathering grudge in every breast, 110 Then (while a smile serenes his awful brow!
Smiles on her lips a spleenful joy express'd; Commands the goddess of the showery bow:
While on her wrinkled front, and eye-brow bent, Iris ! descend, and what we here ordain, 180
Sat steadfast care, and lowering discontent. Report to yon mad tyrant of the main.

Thus she proceeds- Attend, ye powers above! Bid him from fight to his own deeps repair,
But know, 'tis madness to contest with Jove : Or breathe from slaughter in the fields of air.
Supreme he sits : and sees, in pride of sway, If he refuse, then let him timely weigh
Your vassal godheads grudgingly obey:

Our elder birthright, and superior sway.
Fierce in the majesty of power controuls;

How shall his rashness stand the dire alarms, Shakes all the thrones of heaven, and bends the poles. If heaven's omnipotence descend in arms ? Submiss immortals ! all he wills, obey; 120 Strives he with me, by whom his power was given? And thou, great Mars, begin and show the way. And is there equal to the lord of heaven? Behold Ascalaphus! behold him die,

The Almighty spoke; the goddess wing'd her flight But dare not murmur, dare not vent a sigh; To sacred Mion from the ldæan height.

191 Thy own loved boasted offspring lies o'erthrown, Swift as the rattling hail, or tieecy snows, If that loved boasted offspring be thy own. Drives through the skies, when Boreas fiercely blows:

Stern Mars, with anguish for his slaughter'd son, So from the clouds descending Iris falls; Smote his rebelling breast, and fierce begun: And to blue Neptune thus the goddess calls: Thus then, immortals! thus shall Mars obey;

Attend the mandate of the sire above, Forgive me, gods, and yield iny vengeance way: In me behold the messenger of Jove: Descending first to yon forbidden plain, 130 He bids thee from forbidden wars repair The god of battles dares avenge the slain;

To thy own deeps, or to the ficlds of air. Dares, though the thunder bursting o'er my head, This is refused, he bids thee timely weigh

200 Should burl me blazing on those heaps of dead. His elder birthright, and superior sway.

With that, he gives command to Fear and Flight How shall thy rashness stand the dire alarms, To join his rapid coursers for the fight :

If heaven's omnipotence descend in arms? Then, grim in arms, with hasty vengeance flies; Striv'st thou with him, by whom all power is given ? Arms, that reflect a radiance through the skies. And art thou equal to the lord of heaven? And now had Jove, by bold rebellion driven,

What means the haughty sovereign of the skies?
Discharged his wrath on half the host of heaven; (The king of ocean thus, incensed, replies :)
But Pallas, springing through the bright abode, 140 Rule as he will his portion'd realm on high;
Starts from her azure throne to calm the god. No vassol god, nor of his train, am I.
Struck for the immortal race with timely fear, Three brother deities from Saturn came, 210
From frantic Mars she snatch'd the shield and spear; And ancient Rhea, earth's immortal dame:
Then the huge helmet lifting from his head, Assign'd by lot, our triple rule we know;
Thus to the impetuous homicide she said:

Infernal Pluto sways the shades below:
By what wild passion, furious ! art thou toss’d? O'er the wide clouds, and o'er the starry plain
Striv'st thou with Jove? thou art already lost. Ethereal Jove extends his high domain ;
Shall not the Thunderer's dread command restrain, My court beneath the hoary waves I keep,
And was imperial Juno heard in vain?

And hush the roaring of the sacred deep:

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Olympus, and this earth, in common lie:

|The mighty Ajax with a deadly blow What claim has here the tyrant of the sky?

Had almost sunk me to the shades below ?
far in the distant clouds let him controul, 220 E'en yet, methinks, the gliding ghosts 1 spy,
And awe the younger brothers of the pole ; And hell's black horrors swim before my eye.
There to his children his commands be given, To him Apollo: Be no more dismay’d;
l'he trembling, servile, second race of heaven. See, and be strong! the Thunderer sends thee aid.

And must I then (said she,) () sire of foods! Behold! thy Phæbus shall his arms employ, 290
Bear this fierce answer to the king of gods? Phæbus, propitious still to thee and Troy.
correct it yet, and change thy rash intent;

Inspire thy warriors then with manly force,
A noble mind disdains not to repent.

And to the ships impel thy rapid horse:
To elder brothers guardian tiends are given, E'en I will make thy tiery coursers way,

scourge the wretch insulting them and heaven : And drive the Grecians headlong to the sea.
Great is the profit (thus the god rejoin'd) 230 Thus to bold Hector spoke the son of Jove,
When ministers are bless'd with prudent mind: And breathed immortal ardour from above.
Warn'd by thy words, to powerful Jove I yield, As when the pamper'd steed, with reins unbound,
And quit, though angry, the contended field. Breaks from his stall, and pours along the ground;
Not but his threats with justice I disclaim,

With ample strokes he rushes to the flood, 300
The same our honours, and our birth the same. To bathe his sides, and cool his fiery blood;
If yet, forgetful of his promise given

His head now freed, he tosses to the skies;
To Hermes, Pallas, and the queen of heaven; His main dishevell d o'er his shoulders flies:
To favour Bion, that perfidious place,

He snuffs the females in the well-known plain,
He breaks his faith with half the ethereal race: And springs, exulting, to his fields again:
Give hun to know, unless the Grecian train 240 Urged by the voice divine, thus Hector flew,
Lay yon proud structures level with the plain, Full of the god; and all his hosts pursue.
Howe'er the offence by other gods be pass'd, As when the force of men and dogs combined,
The wrath of Neptune shall for ever last.

Invade the mountain-goat, or branching hind;
Thus speaking, furious from the field he strode, Far from the hunter's rage secure they lie 310
And plunged into the bosom of the flood.

Close in the rock (not fated yet to die;)
The Lord of Thunders from his lofty height When lo! a lion shoots across the way!
Beheld, and thus bespoke the source of light : |They fly, at once the chasers and the prey:

Behold! the god whose liquid arms are hurl'd So Greece, that late in conquering troops pursued,
Around the globe, whose earthquakes rock the world, And mark’d their progress through the ranks in blood,
Desists at length his rebel war to wage,

250 Soon as they see the furious chief appear, Deeks his own seas, and trembles at our rage ; Forgot to vanquish, and consent to fear. L.se had my wrath, heaven's thrones all shaking Thoas with grief observed his dreadful course, round,

Thoas, the bravest of the Ætolian force;
Burn'd to the bottom of his seas profound;

Skill'd to direct the javelin's distant flight, 320
And all the gods that round old Saturn dwell, And bold to combat in the standing tight;
Had heard the thunders to the deeps of hell. Not more in councils famed for solid sense,
Well was the crime and well the vengeance spared; Than winning words and heavenly eloquence.

power immense had found such battle hard, Gods! what portent (he cried) these eyes invades!
Go thou, my son! the trembling Greeks alarm, Lo! Hector rises from the Stygian shades !
Shake thy broad ægis on thy active arm,

We saw him, late, by thundering Ajax kill'd: Re godlike Hector thy peculiar care,

260 What god restores him to the frighted field; Swell his bold heart, and urge his strength to war: And, not content that half of Greece lie slain, Let llion conquer, till the Achaian train

Pours new destruction on her sons again? Fly to their ships and flellespont again :

He comes not, Jove! without thy powerful will; 330 Then Greece shall breathe from toils—The godhead Lo! still he lives, pursues, and conquers still! said,

Yet hear my counsel, and his worst withstand: His will divine the son of Jove obey'd.

The Greeks' main body to the fleet command;
Not half so swift the sailing falcon fies,

But let the few whom brisker spirits warm,
That drives a turtle through the liquid skies, Stand the first onset, and provoke the storm
As Phæbus, shooting from the Idaan brow, Thus point your arms; and when such toes appear,
Glides down the mountain to the plain below. Fierce as he is, let Hector learn to fear.
There Hector seated by the stream he sees,

270 The warrior spoke, the listening Greeks obey, His sense returning with the coming breeze; Thickening their ranks, and form a deep array. Again his pulses beat, his spirits rise;

Each Ajax, Teucer, Merion, gave command,

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Again his loved companions meet his eyes ; The valiant leader of the Cretan band,
Jove thinking of his pains, they pass'd away. And Mars-like Meges : these the chiefs excite,
To whom the god who gives the golden day: Approach the foe, and meet the coming tight.
Why sits great Hector from the tield so far? Behind, unnumber'd multitudes attend,
What grief, what wound, withholds thee from the war? To flank the navy, and the shores detend.
The fainting hern, as the vision bright

Full on the front the pressing Trojans bear,
Stood shining o'er him, half unseald his sight: And Hector first came towering to the war.
What bless'd immortal, with commanding breath, Phæbus himself the rushing battle led ;
Thus wakens Hector from the sleep of death? 280 A veil of clouds involved bis radiant head :
Has Fame not told, how, while my trusty sword High-held before him, Jove's enormous shield

350 Buiked Greece in sluughter, and her battle gored, Portentous shone, and shaded all the field;

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Vulcan to Jove the immortal gift consign'd, |Thus vanish'd, at thy touch, the towers and walls; To scatter hosts and terrify mankind.

The toil of thousands in a moment falls. 421 The Greeks expect the shock, the clamours rise The Grecians gaze around with wild despair, From different parts, and mingle in the skies. Confused, and weary all the powers with prayer, Dire was the hiss of darts, by heroes flung, Exhort their men with praises, threats, commands; And arrows leaping from the bow-string sung; And urge the gods with voices, eyes, and hands. These drink the life of generous warriors slain; Experienced Nestor chief obtests the skies, Those guiltless fall, and thirst for blood in vain. And weeps his country with a father's eyes: As long as Phæbus bore unmoved the shield, 360 O Jove! if ever, on his native shore, Sat doubtful Conquest hovering o'er the field; One Greek enrich'd thy shrine with offer'd gore; But when aloft he shakes it in the skies,

If e'er, in hope our country to behold,
Shouts in their ears, and lightens in their eyes, We paid the fattest firstlings of the fold;
Deep horror seizes every Grecian breast,

If e'er thou sign'st our wishes with thy nod;
Their force is humbled, and their fear confess'd. Perform the promise of a gracious god !
So flies a herd of oxen, scatter'd wide,

This day preserve our navies from the flame,
No swain to guard them, and no day to guide, And save the reliques of the Grecian name.
When two fell lions from the mountain come, Thus pray'd the sage: the Eternal gave consent,
And spread the carnage through the shady gloom. And peals of thunder shake the firmament;
Impending Phæbus, pours around them fear, 370 Presumptuous Troy mistook the accepting sign,
And Troy and Hector thunder in the rear.

And catch'd new fury at the voice divine. Heaps fall on beaps : the slaughter Hector leads; As, when black tempests mix the seas and skies, 440 First great Arcesilas, then Stichius bleeds; The roaring deeps in watery mountains rise, One to the bold Baotians ever dear,

Above the sides of some tall ship ascend, And one Menestheus' friend, and famed compeer. Its womb they deluge, and its ribs they rend: Medon and läsus, Æneas sped;

Thus loudly roaring, and o’erpowering all, This sprung from Phelus, and the Athenians led:

Mount the thick Trojans up the Grecian wall; But hapless Medon from Oileus came;

Legions on legions from each side arise : Him Ajax honour'd with a brother's name,

Thick sound the keels; the storm of arrows flies. Though born of lawless love: from home expell’d, Fierce on the ships above, the cars below, A banish'd man, in Phylacè he dwellid, 381 These wield the mace, and those the javelin throw. Press'd by the vengeance of an angry wife;

While thus the thunder of the battle raged, 450 Troy ends, at last, his labours and his life.

And labouring armies round the works engaged, Mecystes next, Polydamas o'erthrew;

Still in the tent Patroclus sat, to tend
And thee, brave Clonius, great Agenor slew. The good Eurypylus, his wounded friend.
By Paris, Deiochus inglorious dies,

He sprinkles healing balms to anguish kind,
Pierced through the shoulder as he basely flies. And adds discourse, the medicine of the mind.
Polites' arm laid Echius on the plain;

But when he saw, ascending up the feel, Stretch'd on one heap, the victors spoil the slain. Victorious Troy : then, starting from his seal, The Greeks, dismay'd, confused, disperse or fall, 390 With bitter groans his sorrows be expressid, Some seek the trench, some skulk behind the wall. He wrings his hands, he beats his manly breast. While these fly trembling, others pant for breath, Though yet thy state requires redress (he cried) 460 And o'er the slaughterer stalks gigantic Death. Depart I must : what horrors strike mine eyes ! On rush'd bold Hector, gloomy as the night; Charg'd with Achilles' high commands I go, Forbids to plunder, animates the fight,

A mournful witness of this scene of woe: Points to the fleet: For, by the gods who flies, I hasle to urge bim, by his country's care, Who dares but linger, by this hand he dies : To rise in arms and shine again in war. No weeping sister his cold eye shall close, Perhaps some favouring god his soul may bend; No friendly hand his funeral pyre compose. The voice is powerful of a faithful friend. Who stops to plunder in this signal hour, 400 He spoke : and speaking, swifter than the wind The birds shall tear him, and the dogs devour. Sprang from the tent, and left the war behind.

Furious he said; the smarting scourge resounds; The embodied Greeks the fierce attack sustain, 470 The coursers fly; the smoking chariot bounds: But strive, though numerous, to repulse in vain ! The hosts rush on; loud clamours shake the shore; Nor could the Trojans, through that firm array, The horses thunder, earth and ocean roar! Force to the fleet and tents the impervious way. Apollo, planted at the trench's bound,

As when a shipwright, with Palladian art, Push'd at the bank : down sunk the enormous mound; Smoothes the rough wood, and levels every part; Roll'd in the ditch the heapy ruin lay;

With equal hand he guides his whole design,
A sudden road! a long and ample way.

By the just rule, and the directing line :
O'er the dread fosse (a late impervious space) 410 The martial leaders with like skill and care,
Now steeds, and men,

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cars, tumultuous pass. Preserved their line, and equal kept the war. The wondering crowds the downward level trod; Brave deeds of arms through all the ranks were tried Before them Hamed the shield, and mareh'd the god. And every ship sustained an equal tide.

481 Then with his hand he shook the mighty wall; At one proud bark, high towering o'er the fleet, And lo! the turrets nod, the bulwarks fall.

Ajax the great and godlike Hector meet; Easy, as when ashore an infant stands,

For one bright prize the matchless chiefs contend; And draws imagined houses in the sands, Nor this the ships can fire, nor that defend; The sportive wanton, pleased with some new play, One kept the sbore, and one the vessel trod; Sweeps the slight works and fashion'd domes away. That fix'd as late, the actců by a god.

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