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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,
She stalks on earth, and makes the world around;
The nations bleed, where-e'er her steps the turns,

groan still deepens, and the combat burns.
Now shield with shield, with helmet helmet clos'd,
To armour armour, lance to lance oppos’d,
Host against host with Nadowy squadrons drew, 510
The founding darts in iron tempests flew,
Victors and vanquish'd join promiscuous cries,
And Ihrilling shouts and dying groans arise ;
With streaming blood the slippery fields are dy'd,
And Naughter'd heroes fwell the dreadful tide.

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.

* Elphenor.

His flank, unguarded by his ample shield,
Admits the lance: he falls, and spurns the field; 533
The nerves, unbrac'd, support his limbs no more;
The soul comes floating in a tide of gore.
Trojans and Greeks now gather round the Nain;
The war renews, the warriours bleed again;
As o'er their prey rapacious wolves engage, 540
Man dies on man, and all is blood and rage.

In blooming youth fair Simożlius fell,
Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell :
Fair Simoïsius, whom his mother bore,
Amid the flocks on silver Simois' shore :

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;
The pointed lance with erring fury fiew,
And Leucus, lov'd by wise Ulysses, lew,



He drops the corpse of Simoïsius Nain,

And sinks a breathless carcass on the plain.
This saw Ulysses, and with grief enrag'd
Strode where the foremost of the foes engag'd ;
Arm’d with his spear, he meditates the wound,
In act to throw; but, cautious, look'd around. *570
Struck at his fight the Trojans backward drew,
And trembling heard the javelin as it few.
A chief stood nigh, who from Abydos came,
Old Priam's fon, Democoön was his name ;
The weapon enter'd close above his ear,

Cold through his temples glides the whizzing spear ;
With piercing shrieks the youth refigns his breath,
His eye-balls darken with the fades of death;
Ponderous he falls; his clanging arms resound;
And his broad buckler rings against the ground. 580

Seiz'd with affright the boldest foes appear ;
Ev’n godlike Hector seems himself to fear;
Slow he gave way, the rest tumultuous fed;
The Greeks with shouts press on, and spoil the dead :
But Phoebus now from Ilion's towering height 585
Shines forth reveal’d, and animates the fight.
Trojans, be bold, and force with force oppose ;
Your foaming steeds urge headlong on the foes!
Nor are their bodies rocks, nor ribb’d with steel;
Your weapons enter, and your itrokes they feel.

Have ye forgot what seem'd your dread before ?
The great, the fierce Achilles fights no more.

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
And shouts and thunders in the fields below.
Then great Diores fell, by doom divine,
In vain his valour, and illustrious line.
A broken rock the force of Pirus threw
(Who from cold Ænus led the Thracian crew); 600
Full on his ankle dropt the ponderous stone,
Burst the strong nerves, and crash'd the folid bone.
Supine he tumbles on the crimson sands,
Before his helpless friends and native bands,
And spreads for aid his unavailing hands. 605
The foe rush'd furious as he pants for breath,
And through his navel drove the pointed death :
His gushing entrails smok’d upon the ground,
And the warm life came ifluing from the wound.

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,


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