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This said, the spoils with dropping gore defac'd,
High on a:Spreading tamarisk he plac'd;
Then heap'd with reeds and gather'd boughs the plain,
To guide their footsteps to the place again.
Through the still night they cross the devious fields
Slippery with blood, o'er arms and heaps of shields,
Arriving where the Thracian squadrons lay,
And eas'J ini sleep the labours of the day:
Rang'd in three lines they view the proftrate band:
The horses yok'd beside each warriour stand; 545
Their arms in order on the ground reclin'd,
Through the brown Shade the fulgid weapons sin'd;
Amidst lay Rhesus, ftretch'd in sleep profound,
And the white steeds behind his chariot hound:
The welcome fight Ulysses first descries,
550 And points to Diomed the tempting prize. The man, the coursers, and the car behold! Describ'd by: Dolon, with the arms of gold. Now, brave Tydides! now thy courage try, Approach the chariot, and the steeds 'untie ;
355 Or if thy soul aspire to fiercer deeds, Urge thou the daughter, while I seize the steeds.
Pallas (this faid) her hero's.bosom warms, Breath'd in his heart, and strung his nervous arms ; Wilgre-e'er he passid, a purple stream pursued 560. His thirsty faulchion, fat with hostile blood; Bath'd all his footsteps, dy'd the fields with gore, And a low groan remurinur'd through the shore.. So the grim lion, from his nightly den, Olerleaps the fences, and invades the pen ;; 365
On sheep' or goats, restless in his way,
He falls, and foaming rends the guardless prey.
Nor ftopp'd the fury of his vengeful hand, ;
Till twelve lay breathless of the Thracian band.
Ulyffes following, as his partner flew,
Back by the foot each Aaughter'd warriour drew;
The milk-white coursers ftudious to convey
Safe to the ships, he wisely clear'd the way;
Left the fierce steeds, not yet to battles bred,
Should start, and tremble at the heaps of dead. 575
Now twelve dispatch'd, the monarch last they found;
Tydides' faulchion fix'd him to the ground.
Just then a deathful dream Minerva fent ;
A warlike form appear'd before his tent;
Whose visionary steel his bosom tore :
580 So dream'd the monarch, and awak'd no more.
Ulysses now the snowy steeds detains, And leads them, fasten'd by the silver reins; These, with his-bow unbent, he lash'd along ; (The scourge forgot, on Rhesus' chariot hung.) $85 Then gave his friend the fignal to retire ; But him, new dangers, new atchievements fire : Doubtful he stood, or with his reeking blade To send more beroes to th' infernal shade, Drag off the car where Rhesus' armour lay,
$90 Or heave with manly force, and lift away. While unresolv'd the son of Tydeus ftands, Pallas appears, and thus her chief commands :
Enough, my son; from farther flaughter cease, Regard thy safety, and depart in peace;
Hafte to the ships, the gotten spoils enjoy,
Nor tempt too far the holile Gods of Troy.
The voice divine confefs'd the martial Maid ;
In haste he mounted, and her word obey'd ;
The coursers fly before Ulysses' bow,
Swift as the wind, and white as winter-snow.
Not unobserv'd they pass'd: the God of Light
Had watch'd his Troy, and mark d Minerva's flight,
Saw Tydeus' son with heavenly succour bleft,
And vengeful anger fill'd his facred breast.
Swift to the Trojan camp descends the Power,
And wakes Hippocoön in the morning hour
(On Rhesus' side accustom'd to attend,
A faithful kinsman, and instructive friend.)
He rose, and saw the field deform'd with blood,
610 An empty space where late the coursers stood, The yet-warm Thracians panting on the coast; For each he wept, but for his Rhesus moft: Now while on Rhesus' name he calls in vain,
The gathering tumult spreads o'er all the plain; 615
On heaps the Trojans rush, with wild affright,
And wondering view the Naughters of the night.
Meanwhile the chiefs arriving at the Made
Where late the spoils of Hector's spy were laid,
Ulyffes stopp d; to him Tydides bore
The trophy, dropping yet with Dolon's gore :
Then mounts again; again their nimble feet
The coursers ply, and thunder tow'rds the fleet.
Old Nestor first perceiv'd th' approaching found,
Befpeaking thus the Grecian peers around :
Methinks the noise of trampling steeds I hear,
Thickening this way, and gathering on my ear;
Perhaps some horses of the Trojan breed
(So.may, ye Gods! my pious hopes succeed)
The great Tydides and Ulysses bear,
Return'd triumphant with this prize of war.
Yet much I fear (ah may that fear be vain !)
The chiefs out-number'd by the Troján train ;,
Perhaps, ev'n now pursued, they seek the shore;
Or, oh! perhaps those heroes are no more.
Scarce had he spoke, when lo! the chiefs appear,
And spring to earth ; the Greeks dismiss their fear:
With words of friendship and extended hands
They greet the kings; and Nestor first demands :
Say thou, whose praises all our host proclaim, 640
Thou living, glory of the Grecian nanje!
Say, whence these coursers ? by what chance bestow'd?:
The spoil of foes, or present of a God?
Not those fair steeds so radiant and so gay,
That draw the burning chariot of the days
Old as I am, to age I scorn to yield,
And daily mingle in the martial field },
But sure till now no coursers struck my fight
Like these, conspicuous through the ranks of fight.
Some God, I deem, conferr'd the glorious prize, 650
Blest as ye are, and favourites of the skies;
The care of him who bids the thunder roar,
And * her, whose fury bathes the world with gore, ,
Father! not so (sage Ithacus rejoin'd) The gifts of Heaven are of a nobler kind.
of * Minerva.
Of Thracian lineage are the steeds ye view,
Whose hostile king the brave Tydides: Dew;
Sleeping he dy'd, with all his guards around,
And twelve befide lay gafping on the ground.
These other spoils from conquer'd Dolon came, 660
A wretch, whose swiftness was his only fame,
By Hector sent our forces to explore,
He now lies headless on the sandy shore.
Then o'er the trench the bounding coursers flew;
The joyful Greeks with loud acclaim. pursue.
Straight to Tydides' high pavilion borne,
The matchless steeds his ample stall adorn :
The neighing coursers their new fellows greet,
And the full racks are heap'd with generous wheat.
But Dolon's armour, to his ships convey'd, 670
High on the painted stern Ulyfies laid,
-A trophy destin'd to the blue-ey'd Maid.
Now from nocturnal sweat, and languine stain, They cleanse their bodies in the neighbouring main : Then in the polish'd bath, refresh'd from toil, Their joints they supple with diffolving oil, In due repaft indulge the genial hour, And first to Pallas the libations pour : They fit, rejoicing in her aid divine, And the crown'd.goblet foams with floods of wine, 680