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Wide o'er the field, refiftless as the wind,
For Troy they fly, and leave their lord behind.
Prone on his face he sinks beside the wheel :
Atrides o'er him makes his vengeful steel ;
The fallen chief in suppliant pofture press'd 55
The victor's knees, and thus his prayer

address'd: :
Oh, spare my youth! and for the life I owe
Large gifts of price my father shall bestow.
When fame mall tell, that, not in battle fiain,
Thy hollow ships his captive son detain ;

Rich heaps of brass shall in thy tent be told,
And steel well temper'd, and persuafive gold.

He said : compassion touch'd the hero's heart;
He stood, suspended, with the lifted dart :
As pity pleaded for his vanquilh'd prize,
Stern Agamemnon swift to vengeance flies,
And furious thus: Oh impotent of mind !
Shall these, shall these Atrides' mercy find ?
Well hast thou known proud Troy's perfidious land,
And well her natives merit at thy hand!
Not one of all the race, nor sex, nor age,
Shall save a Trojan from our boundless rage :
Ilion shall perish whole, and bury all ;
Her babes, her infants at the breast, shall fall.
A dreadful lesson of exampled fate,

To warn the nations, and to curb the great!
The monarch spoke; the words with warmth ad..

drest, To rigid justice steel'd his brother's breast. Fierce from his knees the hapless chief he thrust; The monarch's javelin stretch'd him in the dust, 80 VOL. I. 0



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Then pressing with his foot his panting heart,
Forth from the sain he tugg'd the reeking dart.
Old Nestor faw, and rouz’d the warriours' rage;
Thus, heroes ! thus the vigorous combat wage !
No son of Mars descend, for servile gains,
To touch the booty, while a foe remains.
Behold yon glittering host, your future spoil !
First gain the conquest, then reward the toil.

And now had Greece, eternal fame acquir’d,
And frighten'd Troy within her walls retir’d;

90 Had not sage Helenus her state redrest, Taught by the Gods that mov'd his sacred breast. Where Hector stood, with great Æneas join'd, The feer reveal'd the counsels of his mind :

Ye generous chiefs! on whom th' immortals lay 95 The cares and glories of this doubtful day; On whom your aids, your country's hopes depend; Wife to consult, and active to defend ! Here, at our gates, your brave efforts unite, Turn back the routed, and forbid the flight ; Ere yet their wives' soft.arms the.cowards gain, The sport and insult of the hostile train. When your commands have heartend every band, Ourselves, here fix’d, will make the dangerous stand; Prest as we are, and sore of former fight,

105 These straits demand our last remains of might. Meanwhile, thou Hector to the town retire, And teach our mother what the Gods require: Direct the queen to lead th' assembled train Of Troy's chief matrons to Minerya's fane;



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Unbar the sacred gates, and seek the power
With offer'd vows, in llion's topmost tower.
The largeft mantle her rich wardrobes hold,
Most priz'd for art, and labour'd o’er with gold,
Before the Goddess' honour'd knees be spread; 115
And twelve young heifers to her altars led :
If so the power, atond by fervent prayer,
Our wives, our infants, and our city spare,
And far avert Tydides' wasteful ire,
That mows whole troops, and makes all Troy retire.
Not thus Achilles taught our hosts to dread,
Sprung though he was from more than mortal bed;
Not thus resistless rul'd the stream of fight,

rage unbounded, and unmatch'd in might. Hector obedient heard; and, with a bound,

125 Leap'd from his trembling chariot to the ground; Through all his hoft, inspiring force, he flies, And bids the thunder of the battle rise. With rage

recruited the bold Trojans glow, And turn the tide of conflict on the foe :

130 Fierce in the front he shakes two dazling spears : All Ģreece recedes, and ’inidst her triumphs fears; Some God, they thought, who ruld the fate of wars, Shot down avenging, from the vault of stars,

Then thus, aloud : Ye dauntless Dardans, hear! And you whom distant nations send to war! Be mindful of the strength your fathers bore ; Be still yourselves, and Hector asks no more. One hour demands me in the Trojan wall, To bid our altars flame, and victims fall :

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till now,

Nor shall, I trust, the matrons holy train
And reverend elders, seek the Gods in vain.

This faid, with ample strides the hero past;
The shield's large orb behind his fhoulder cast,
His neck o'ershading, to his ancle hung ;

145 And as he march'd, the brazen buckler rung.

Now paus’d the battle (godlike He&tor gone) When daring Glaucus and great Tydeus' fon Between both armies met : the chiefs from far Obferv'd each other, and had mark’d for war.

150 Near as they drew, Tydides thus began :

What art thou, boldest of the race of man? Our eyes,

that aspect ne'er beheld, Where fame is reap'd amid th’ embattled field; Yet far before the troops thou dar'it appear, 135 And meet a lance the fiercest heroes fear. Unhappy they, and born of luckless fires, Who icmpt our fury when Minerva fires ! But if from heaven, celestial, thou descend; Know, with Immortals we no more contend. 160 Not long Lycurgus view'd the golden light, That daring man who mix'd with Gods in fight. Bacchus, and Bacchus' votaries, he drove, With brandish'd steel from Nyffa’s sacred grove : Their consecrated spears lay scatter'd round, 165 With curling vines and twisted ivy bound; While Bacchus headlong fought the briny flood, And Thetis' arm receiv'd the trembling God Nor fail'd the crime th' immortals' wrath to move, (Th’immortals bleft with endless ease above)

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Depriv'd of fight by their avenging doom,
Chearless he breath’d, and wander'd in the gloom :
Then sunk unpity'd to the dire abodes,
A wretch accurst, and hated by the Gods !
I brave not heaven : but if the fruits of earth

Sustain thy life, and human be thy birth ;
Bold as thou art, too prodigal of breath,
Approach, and enter the dark gates of death.

What, or from whence I am, or who my fire,
(Reply'd the chief) can Tydeus' fon enquire ? 180
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ;
Another race the following spring supplies ;
They fall successive, and successive rise :
So generations in their course decay ;

So flourish these, when those are past away.
But if thou still persist to search ny birth,
Then hear a tale that fills the spacious earth.

A city stands on Argos' utmost bound,
(Argos the fair for warlike steeds renown'd) 190
Æolian Sisyphus, with wisdom blest,
In ancient time the happy walls poffeft,
Then call’d Ephyre: Glaucus was his son ;
Great Glaucus, father of Bellerophon,
Who o’er the sons of men in beauty shin'd,

Lov'd for that valour which preserves mankind.
Then mighty Prætus Argos' fceptres sway'd,
Whose hard command Bellerophon obey'd.
With direful jealousy the monarch rag'd,
And the brave prince in numerous toils engag d. 200

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