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Yet a short interval and none shall dare
I left thee fresh in life, in beauty gay!
Now find thee cold, inanimated clay!
The first loved consort of my virgin bed
Before these eyes in fatal battle bled! And now the delegates Clysses sent,
My three brave brothers in one mournful day,
All trod the dark irremeable way;
And dried my sorrows for a husband slain;
Achilles' care you promised I should prove, And Melanippus, form’d the chosen train.
The first the dearest partner of his love! Swift as the word was given the youths obey'd; That rites divine should ratify the band, Twice ten bright vases in the midst they laid; 250 And make me empress in his native land. A row of six fair tripods then succeeds;
Accept these grateful tears ! for thee they flow, And twice the number of high bounding steeds; For thee that ever felt another's woe!
320 Seven captives next a lovely line compose;
Her sister captives echo'd groan for groan, The eighth Briseis, like the blooming rose, Nor mourn'd Patroclus' fortunes, but their own. Closed the bright band: great Ithacus before, The leaders press'd the chief on every side, First of the train, the golden talents bore:
Unmoved he heard them, and with sighs denied. The rest in public view the chiefs dispose,
If yet Achilles have a friend, whose care A splendid scene! Then Agamemnon rose: Is bent to please him, this request forbear : The boar Talthybius held: the Grecian lord Till yonder sun descend, ah let me pay Drew the broad cutlass sheath'd beside his sword: To grief and anguish one abstemious day. The stubborn bristles from the victim's brow
He spoke, and from the warriors turn'd his He crops, and offering meditates his vow.
face: His hands uplified to the attested skies,
Yet still the brother-kings of Atreus' race,
And Phenix, strive to calın his grief and rage:
Witness, thou first! thou greatest power above! He groans, he raves, he sorrows from his soul. All good, all wise, and all-surveying Jove!
Thou too, Patroclus! (thus his heart he vents) And Mother-earth, and Heaven's revolving light, Once spread the inviting banquet in our tents : And ye, fell Furies of the realms of night, 270 Thy sweet society, thy winning care, Who rule the dead, and horrid woes prepare Once staid Achilles rushing to the war. For perjured kings, and all who falsely swear!
alas ! to death's cold arms resign'd, The black-eyed maid inviolate removes,
What banquet but revenge can glad my mind? 340 Pure and unconscious of my manly loves.
What greater sorrow could afflict my breast, If this be false, Heaven all its vengeance shed, What more if hoary Peleus were deceased: And levell'd thunder strike my guilty head. Who now, perhaps, in Phthia dreads to hear
With that his weapon deep inflicts the wound; His son's sad fate, and drops a tender tear? The bleeding savage tumbles to the ground; What more should Neoptolemus the brave The sacred herald rolls the victim slain
(My only offspring) sink into the grave. (A feast for fish) into the foaming main. 280 If yet that offspring lives (I distant far,
Then thus Achilles: Hear, ye Greeks! and know Of all neglectful, wage a hateful war.) Whate'er we feel, 'tis Jove inflicts the woe; I could not this, this cruel stroke attend; Not else Atrides could our rage inflame,
Fate claim'd Achilles, but might spare his friend. 350 Nor from my arms unwilling force the dame. I hoped Patroclus might survive, lo rear 'Twas Jove's high will alone o'er-ruling all, My tender orphan with a parent's care, That doom'd our strife, and doom'd the Greeks to fall. From Scyros' isle conduct him o'er the main, Go then, ye chiefs ! indulge the genial rite, And glad his eyes with his paternal reign, Achilles waits you, and expects the fight.
The lofty palace, and the large domain. The speedy council at his word adjourn'd: For Peleus breathes no more the vital air; To their black vessels all the Greeks return'd; 290 Or drags a wretched life of age and care Achilles sought his tent. His train before
But till the news of my sad fate invades March'd onward, bending with the gifts they bore. His hastening soul, and sinks him to the shades. These in the tents the squires industrious spread : Sighing he said : his grief the heroes join'd, The foaming coursers to the stalls they led;
Each stole a tear for what he left behind. To their new seats the female captives move : Their mingled grief the sire of heaven survey'd, Briseis, radiant as the queen of love,
And thus with pity to his blue-eyed maid: Slow as she pass'd beheld with sad survey
Is then Achilles now no more thy care Where, gash'd with cruel wounds, Patroclus lay. And dost thou thus desert the great in war? Prone on the body fell the heavenly fair,
Lo, where yon sails their canvass wings extend,
Ere thirst and want his forces have oppress'd,
He spoke: and sudden at the word of Jove, 370 Once tender friend of my distractod mind! Shot the descending goddess from above.
So swift through ether the shrill Harpy springs, | High o'er the host all terrible he stands,
And thunders to his steeds these dread commands: To great Achilles she her flight address’d,
Xanthus and Balius ! of Podarges' strain, 410 And pour'd divine ambrosia in his breast,
(Unless ye boast that heavenly race in vain) With nectar sweet (refection of the gods!)
Be swift, be mindful of the load ye bear, Then, swift ascending, sought the bright abodes. And learn to make your master more your care:
Now issued from the ships the warrior-train, Through falling squadrons bear my slaughtering And like a deluge pour'd upon the plain.
sword, As when the piercing blasts of Boreas blow, 380 Nor, as ye left Patroclus, leave your lord. And scatter o'er the fields the driving snow;
The generous Xanthus, as the words he said, From dusky clouds the fleecy winter flies,
Seem'd sensible of woe, and droop'd his head : Whose dazzling lustre whitens all the skies : Trembling he stood before the golden wain, So helms succeeding helms, so shields from shields And bow'd to dust the honours of his mane; Catch the quick beams, and brighten all the fields; When, strange to tell! (so Juno will'd) he broke 450 Broad glittering breast-plates, spears with pointed rays, Eternal silence, and portentous spoke: Mix in one stream, reflecting blaze on blaze : Achilles ! yes! this day at least we bear Thick beats the centre as the coursers bound, Thy rage in safety through the files of war: With splendour flame the skies and laugh the fields But come it will, the fatal time must come, around.
Nor ours the fault, but God decrees thy doom. Full in the midst, high-towering o'er the rest, 390 Not through our crime, or slowness in the course, His limbs in arms divine Achilles dress'd; Fell thy Patroclus, but by heavenly force; Arms which the father of the fire bestow'd, The bright far-shooting god who gilds the day Forged on the eternal anvils of the god.
(Confess'd we saw him,) tore bis arms away.
Then ceased for ever, by the Furies tied,
So to night-wandering sailors, pale with fears, Enough-when heaven ordains, I sink in night ; 470
The Battle of the Gods, and the Acts of Achilles.
Jupiter, upon Achilles' return to the battle, calls a coun.
cil of the gods, and permits them to assist either party. Trembled the sparkling plumes, and the loose
The terrors of the battle described, when the deities glories shed.
are engaged. Apollo encourages Æneas to meet The chief beholds himself with wondering eyes ; Achilles. After a long conversation, these two heroes His arms he poises, and his motions tries;
encounter; but Æneas is preserved by the assistance Buoy'd by some inward force he seems to swim, of Neptune. Achilles falls upon the rest of the Tro. And feels a pinion lifting every limb.
jans, and is upon the point of killing Hector, but And now he shakes his great paternal spear, 420
Apollo conveys him away in a cloud. Achilles purPonderous and huge! which not a Greek could rear.
sues the Trojans with a great slaughter.
The same day continues. The scene is the field before From Pelion's cloudy top an ash entire
Thus round Pelides, breathing war and blood,
And summons all the senate of the skies. All bright in heavenly arms above his squire, These shining on, in long procession come Achilles mounts, and sets the field on fire; To Jove's eternal adamantine dome.
10 Not brighter Phaebus in the ethereal way
Not one was absent, not a rural power,
Each fair-hair'd dryad of the shảdy wood, Beneath stern Neptune shakes the solid ground; Each azure sister of the silver flood;
The forests wave, the mountains nod around ; All but old Ocean, hoary sire! who keeps
Through all their summits tremble Ida's woods, His ancient seat beneath the sacred deeps. And from their sources boil her hundred floods. de On marble thrones with lucid columns crown'd Troy's turrets totter on the rocking plain ; (The work of Vulcan) sat the powers around. And the toss'd navies beat the heaving main. E'en he whose trident sways the watery reign," Deep in the dismal regions of the dead, Heard the loud summons, and forsook the main, 20 The infernal monarch rear'd his horrid head, Assumed his throne amid the bright abodes, Leap'd from his throne, lest Neptune's arm should lay And question'd thus the sire of men and gods : His dark dominions open to the day, What moves the god who heaven and earth com- And pour in light on Pluto's drear abodes, mands,
Abhorr'd by men, and dreadful e'en to gods. And grasps the thunder in his awful hands,
Such war the immortals wage; such horrors rend Thus to convene the whole ethereal state? The world's vast concave, when the gods contend. Is Greece and Troy the subject in debate ? First silver-shafted Phaebus took the plain
91 Already met the lowering hosts appear,
Against blue Neptune, monareh of the main:
"Tis true (the cloud-compelling power replies, Opposed to Pallas, war's triumphant maid.
(Her golden arrows sounding at her side,) Far on Olympus' top in secret state
Saturnia, majesty of heaven, defied. Ourself will sit, and see the hand of Fate
With fiery Vulcan last in battle stands Work out our will. Celestial powers ! descend, The sacred flood that rolls on golden sands; 100 And as your minds direct, your succour lend Xanthus his name with those of heavenly birth; To either host. Troy soon must lie o'erthrown, But call'd Scamander by the sons of earth. If uncontroll'd Achilles fights alone :
While thus the gods in various leagues engage; Their troops but lately durst not meet his eyes; Achilles glow'd with more than mortal rage: What can they now if in his rage he rise ? 40 Hector he sought; in search of Hector turn'd Assist them gods; or lion's sacred wall
His eyes around; for Hector only burn'd; May fall this day, though Fate forbids the fall. And burst like lightning through the ranks, and
He said, and fired their heavenly breasts with rage : vow'd
But swell's his bosom with undaunted might,
And bade the chief reflect, how, late, with scom,
To meet Pelides you persuade in vain; Ere yet the gods their various aids employ, Already have I met, nor void of fear Each Argive bosom swellid with manly joy, Observed the fury of his flying spear; While great Achilles (terror of the plain,)
From Ida's woods he chased us to the field, Long lost to battle shone in arms again.
Our force he scatter'd, and our herds he kill'd;
Lyrnessus, Pedasus, in ashes lay;
By fierce Achilles and Minerva's might.
And bathed his brazen lance in hostile gore. Then tumult rose; fierce rage and pale affright What mortal man Achilles can sustain ? Varied each face; then Discord sounds alarms, The immortals guard him through the dreadful plain, Earth echoes, and the nations rush to arms. And suffer not his dart to fall in vain.
131 Now through the trembling shores Minerva calls, Were God my aid this arm should check his power, And now she thunders from the Grecian walls. Though strong in battle as a brazen tower. Mars, hovering o'er his Troy, his terror shrouds To whom the son of Jove : That god implore, In gloomy tempests and a night of clouds : 70 And be what great Achilles was before. Now through each Trojan heart he fury pours From heavenly Venus thou derivest thy strain, With voice divine from Ilion's topmost towers : And he but from a sister of the main; Now shouts to Simoïs from the beauteous hill; An ancient sea-god father of his line, The mountain shook, and rapid stream stood still: But Jove himself the sacred source of thine. Above, the sire of gods his thunder rolls,
Then lift thy weapon for a noble blow,
140 And peals on peals redoubled rend the poles. Nor fear the vaunting of a mortal foe.
This said, and spirit breathed into his breast, * Neptune.
| Through the thick troops the embolden'd hero prese'd
His venturous act the white-arm'd queen survey'd, Ere yet the stern encounter join'd, begun
Behold an action, gods! that claims your care; Why comes Æneas through the ranks so far? Lo, great Æneas rushing to the war!
Seeks he to meet Achilles' arm in war, Against Pelides he directs his course
In hope the realms of Priam to enjoy, Phæbus impels, and Phæbus gives him force. And prove his merits to the throne of Troy? Restrain his bold career: at least, to attend 150 Grant that beneath thy lance Achilles dies, Our favour'd hero let some power descend. The partial monarch may refuse the prize : To guard his life and add to his renown,
Sons he has many: those thy pride may quell; 220 We, the great armament of heaven came down. And 'tis his fault to love those sons too well. Hereafter let him fall as fates design,
Or in reward of thy victorious hand, That spun so short his life's illustrious line : Has Troy proposed some spacious tract of land ? But let some adverse god now cross his way, An ample forest, or a fair domain, Give him to know what powers assist this day: Of hill for vines, and arable for grain ? For how shall mortal stand the dire alarms, E'en this, perhaps, will hardly prove thy lot. When heaven's refulgent host appear in arms ? But can Achilles be so soon forgot?
Thus she ; and thus the god whose force can make Once (as I think) you saw this brandish'd spear, The solid globe's eternal basis shake: 161 And then the great Æneas seem'd to fear : Against the might of man so feeble known, With hearty haste from Ida's mount he fled, 230 Why should celestial powers exert their own? Nor till he reach'd Lyrnessus turned his head. Suffice from yonder mount to view the scene, Her lofty walls not long our progress staid ; And leave to war the fates of mortal men.
Those Pallas, Jove, and we, in ruins laid: But if the Armipotent, or god of light,
In Grecian chains her captive race were cast; Obstruct Achilles, or contence the fight, 'Tis true the great Æneas fled too fast. Thence on the gods of Troy we swift descend : Defrauded of my conquest once before, Full soon, I doubt not, shall the conflict end; What then I lost the gods this day restore. And these in ruin and confusion hurld, 170 Go: while thou may'st avoid the threatening fate; Yield to our conquering arms the lower world. Fools stay to feel it, and are wise too late. Thus having said, the tyrant of the sea,
To this Anchises' son : Such words employ 240 Cerulean Neptune, rose, and led the way.
To one that fears thee, some unwarlike boy;
Unworthy the high race from which we came, (The work of Trojans with Minerva's aid.)
Proclaim'd so loudly by the voice of fame: What time a vengeful monster of the main
Each from illustrious fathers draws his line; Swept the wide shore and drove him to the plain. Each goddess-born ; half human, half divine.
Here Neptune and the gods of Greece repair, 180 Thetis' this day, or Venus' offspring dies, With clouds encompass'd, and a veil of air : And tears shall trickle from celestial eyes : The adverse powers around Apollo laid,
For when two heroes thus derived contend, 250 Crown the fair hills that silver Simoïs shade. "Tis not in words the glorious strife can end. In circle close each heavenly party sat,
If yet thou farther seek to learn my birth Intent to form the future scheme of fate;
(A tale resounding through the spacious earth,) But mix not yet in fight, though Jove on high Hear how the glorious origin we prove Gives the loud signal, and the heavens reply. From ancient Dardanus, and first from Jove:
Meanwhile the rushing armies hide the ground; Dardania's walls he raised; for Ilion then
The richest once of Asia's wealthy kings;
With voice dissembled to his loves he neigh'd, He rush'd impetuous. Such the lion's rage, And coursed the dappled beauties o'er the mead: Who viewing first his foes with scornful eyes, 200 Hence sprung twelve others of unrivald kind, Though all in arms the peopled city rise,
Swift as their mother mares and father wind. 270 Stalks careless on with unregarding pride ; These lightly skimming when they swept the plain, Till at the length by some brave youth defied, Nor plied the grass, nor bent the tender grain ; To his bold spear the savage turns alone,
And when along the level seas they flew,
Scarce on the surface curl'd the briny dew.
210 The matchless Ganymed, divinely fair, So stands Æneas, and his force defies.
Whom heaven enamour'd snatch'd to upper air.
To bear the cup of Jove (ethereal guest, 280 To all the gods his constant vows were paid :
Fate wills not this; nor thus can Jove resign
The future father of the Dardan line:
For Priam now, and Priam's faithless kind,
At length are odious to the all-seeing mind; From great Assaracus sprung Capys, he
On great Æneas shall devolve the reign, Begat Anchises, and Anchises me.
And sons succeeding sons the lasting line sustain. Such is our race: 'tis fortune gives us birth, 290 The great earth-shaker thus : to whom replies But Jove alone endues the soul with worth : The imperial goddess with the radiant eyes. He, source of power and might! with boundless Good as he is, to immolate or spare sway,
The Dardan prince, O Neptune, be thy care:
Pallas and I by all that gods can bind,
Not e'en an instant to protract their fate,
Till her last flame be quench'd with her last gore, Wounded we wound, and neither side can fail, And e'en her crumbling ruins are no more. For every man has equal strength to rail:
The king of ocean to the fight descends, Women alone, when in the streets they jar, 300 Through all the whistling darts his course he bends, Perhaps excel us in this wordy war;
Swift interposed between the warriors flies,
From great Æneas' shield the spear he drew,
That done, with force divine he snatch'd on high To all those insults thou hast offer'd here,
The Dardan prince, and bore him through the sky, Receive this answer : 'tis my flying spear.
Smooth-gliding without step above the heads He spoke. With all his force the javelin flung, Of warring heroes and of bounding steeds; Fix'd deep, and loudly in the buckler rung. Till at the battle's utmost verge they light, Far on his out-stretch'd arm Pelides held 310 Where the slow Caucans close the rear of fight. (To meet the thundering lance) bis dreadful shield, The godhead there his heavenly form confess'd) That trembled as it stuck: nor void of fear
With words like these the panting chief address'd: Saw ere it fell, the immeasurable spear.
What power, O prince, with force inferior far 381
Henceforth beware, nor antedate thy doom,
Then from Achilles chased the mist away: 390
Laid here before me! and the Dardan lord,
Now then let others bleed.-- This said, aloud
O Greeks! (he cries, and every rank alarms) (With force collected) heaves a mighty stone; Join battle, man to man, and arms to arms! A mass enormous ! which in modern days
'Tis not in me, though favour'd by the sky, No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise: To mow whole troops, and make whole armies fly; But ocean's god, whose earthquakes rock the ground, No god can singly such a host engage, Saw the distress, and moved the powers around. 340 Not Mars himself, nor great Minerva's rage. Lo! on the brink of fate Æneas stands,
But whatsoe'er Achilles can inspire, An instant victim to Achilles' hands :
Whate'er of active force or acting fire; 410 By Phæbus urged; but Phæbus has bestow'd Whate'er this heart can prompt, or hand obey; His aid in vain ; the man o'erpowers the god. All
, all Achilles, Greeks! is yours to day: And can ye see this righteous chief atone, Through yon wide host this arm shall scatter fear, With guiltless blood for vices not his own ? And thin the squadrons with my single spear