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He spokc, and ardent on the trembling ground Sprung from his car; his ringing arms resound. 475 Dire was the clang, and dreadful from afar, Of arm’d Tydides rushing to the war. As when the winds, ascending by degrees, First move the whitening surface of the seas, The billows float in order to the shore, The wave behind rolls on the wave before ; Till, with the growing storm, the deeps arise, Foam o'er the rocks, and thunder to the skies. So to the fight the thick battalions throng, Shields urg'd on Thields, and men drove men along. Sedate and filent move the numerous bands; No sound, no whisper, but the chief's commands, Those only heard ; with awe the rest obey, As if some God had snatch'd their voice away. Not so the Trojans; from their host ascends 490 A general shout that all the region rends. As when the fleecy flocks unnumber'd stand In wealthy folds, and wait the milker's hand, The hollow vales incessant bleating fills, The lambs reply from all the neighbouring hills : 495 Such clamours rose from various nations round, Mix'd was the murmur, and confus'd the sound. Each hoft now joins, and each a God inspires, These Mars incites, and those Minerva fires. Pale Flight around, and dreadful Terrour reign; 500 And Discord raging bathes the purple plain ; Discord ! dire fister of the slaughtering power, Small at her birth, but rising every hour,
While scarce the skies her horrid head can bound,
groan still deepens, and the combat burns.
515 As torrents roll, increas'd by numerous rills, With rage impetuous down their echoing hills ; Ruth to the vales, and, pour'd along the plain, Roar through a thousand channels to the main; The distant shepherd trembling hears the found : 520 So mix both hosts, and so their cries rebound.
The bold Antilochus the slaughter led, The first who struck a valiant Trojan dead : At great Echepolus the lance arrives, Raz’d his high creft, and through his helmet drives ; Warm’d in the brain the brazen weapon lies, And shades eternal settle o'er his eyes. So sinks a tower, that long assaults had stood Of force and fire ; its walls besmear'd with blood. Him, the bold * leader of th' Abantian throng Seiz'd to despoil, and dragg’d the corpse along: But while he strove to tug th' inserted dart, Agenor's javelin reach'd the hero's heart.
His flank, unguarded by his ample shield,
In blooming youth fair Simożlius fell,
545 The nymph descending from the hills of Ide, To seek her parents on his flowery side, Brought forth the babe, their common care and joy, And thence from Simois nam'd the lovely boy. Short was his date! by dreadful Ajax llain 550 He falls, and renders all their cares in vain! So falls a poplar, that in watery ground Rais’d high the head, with stately branches crown'd, (Fell'd by some artist with his thining steel, To shape the circle of the bending wheel) 555 Cut down it lies, tall, smooth, and largely spread, With all its beauteous honours on its head; There, left a subject to the wind and rain, And scorch'd by suns, it withers on the plain. Thus pierc'd by Ajax, Simoïsius lies
560 Stretch'd on the shore, and thus neglected dies.
At Ajax Antiphus his javelin threw;
He drops the corpse of Simoïsius Nain,
Seiz'd with affright the boldest foes appear ;
Apollo thus from Ilion's lofty towers Array'd in terrors, rouz’d the Trojan powers :
While War's fierce Goddess fires the Grecian foe, 595
His lance bold Thoas at the conqueror sent, 610 Deep in his breast above the
it went. Amid the lungs was fix'd the winged wood, And quivering in his heaving bosom stood : Till from the dying chief, approaching near, Th’ Ætolian warriour tugg'd his weighty spear: 615 Then sudden wav'd his flaming faulchion round, And galh'd his belly with a ghastly wound, The corpse now breathless on the bloody plain, To spoil his arms the victor strove in vain; The Thracian bands against the victor prest; 620 A grove of lances glitter'd at his breast. Stern Thoas, glaring with revengeful eyes, In fullen fury flowly quits the prize,