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Last, o'er his brows his fourfold helm he plac'd,
With nodding horse-hair formidably grac'd;
And in his hands two steely javelins wields, 35
That blaze to heaven, and lighten all the fields.
That instant Juno and the martial Maid
In happy thunders promis d Greece their aid;
High o'er the chief they clash'd their arms in air,
And; leaning from the clouds, expect the war. 60
Close to the limits of the trench and mound, The fiery coursers to their chariots bound The squires, restrain'd: the foot, with those who wield The lighter arms, rush forward to the field. To second these, in close array combind,
65 The squadrons spread their fable wings behind, Now shouts and tumults wake the tardy fun, As with the light the warriour's toils begun. Ev’n Jove, wliose thunder spoke his wrath, distillid Red drops of blood o'er all the fatal field; 70 The woes of men unwilling to survey, And all the slaughters that must stain the day.
Near Ilus' tomb, in order rang'd around, The Trojan lines poffefs:d the rising ground: There wise Polydamas and Hector stood;
75 Æneas, honour'd as a guardian God; Bold Polybus, Agenor the divine, The brother warriours of Antenor's line; With youthful Acamas, whose beauteous face And fair proportion match'd th' etherial race ; Great Hector, cover'd with his spacious shield, Plies all the troops, and orders all the field.
As the red star now shows his sanguine fires
Through the dark clouds, and now in night retires;
Thus through the ranks appeared the god-like man, 85
Plung'd in the rear, or blazing in the van ;
While streamy sparkles, restless as he flies,
Flash from his arms as lightning from the skies.
As sweating reapers in some wealthy field,
Rang'd in two bands, their crooked weapons wield, 90
Bear down the furrows, till their lahours meet;
Thick falls the heapy harvest at their feet :
So Greece and Troy the field of war divide,
And falling ranks are strow'd on every fide.
None stoop'd a thought to base inglorious flight;
But horse to horse, and man to man, they fight.
Not rabid wolves more fierce contest their prey ;
Each wounds, each bleeds, but none resign the day.
Discord with joy the scene of death descries,
And drinks large slaughter at her fanguine eyes :
Discord alone, of all th' immortal train,
Swells the red horrours of this direful plain :
The Gods in peace their golden manfions fill,
Rang'd in bright order on th' Olympian hill;
But general murmurs told their griefs above, 105
And each accus'd the partial will of Jove.
Meanwhile apart, superior, and alone,
Th' eternal monarch on his awful throne,
Wrapt in the blaze of boundless glory fate;
And, fix’d, fulfillid the just decrees of fate.
On earth he turn'd his all-considering eyes,
And mark’d the spot where Ilion's towers arise ;
The sea with tips, the fields with armies spread,
The victor's sage, the dying and the dead.
Thus while the morning-beams increasing bright 11s
O'er heaven's pure azure spread the growing light,
Commutual death the fate of war confounds,
Each adverse battle gor'd with equal wounds.
But now (what time in some sequefter’d vale
The weary woodman spreads his sparing meal,
When his tir'd arms refuse the ax to rear,
And claim a respite from the fylvan war;
But not till half the proftrate forests lay
Stretch'd in long ruin, and expos'd to day)
Then, nor till then, the Greeks' impulsive might 125
Pierc'd the black phalanx, and let in the light.
Great Agamemnon then the slaughter led,
And flew Bienor at his people's head:
Whose squire Orleus, with a sudden spring,
Leap'd from the chariot to reyenge his king; 130
But in his front he felt the fatal wound,
Which pierc'd his brain, and stretch'd him on the ground.
Atrides spaild, and left them on the plain :
Vain was their youth, their glittering armour vain :
Now soild with dust, and naked to the sky, 135
Their snowy limbs and beauteous bodies lie.
Two fons of Priam next to battle move, The product one of marriage, one of love! In the same car the brother warriours ride, This took the charge to combat, that to guide: 140 Far other task, than when they wont to keep,, On Ida’s tops, their father's fleecy sheep.!!
These on the mountains once Achilles found,
And captive led, with pliant ofiers bound;
Then to their fire for ampte fums reford ;
But now to perish by Atrides' sword;
Pierc'd in the breast the base-born Isus bleeds :
Cleft through the head, his brother's fate succeeds.
Swift to the spoil the hafty viêlor falls,
And Itript, their features to his mind recalls.
The Trojans see the youths untimely die,
But helpless tremble for themselves, and Ay.
So when a lion, ranging o'er the lawns,
Finds, on some graffy lair, the couching fawns,
Their bones he cracks, their reeking vitals draws, 155
And grinds the quivering flesh with bloody jaws;
The frighted hind beholds, and dares not stay,
But swift through rustling thickets bursts her way;
All drown'd in sweat the panting mother flies,
And the big tears roll trickling from her eyes. 160
Amidst the tumult of the routed train,
The fons of false Antimachus were Nain ;
He, who for bribes his faithless counsels sold,
And voted Helen's stay for Paris' gold.
Atrides mark'd, as these their safety sought, 165
And flew the children for the father's fault ;
Their headstrong horse unable to restrain,
They look with fear, and drop'd the filken rein ;
Then in their chariot on their knees they fall,
And thus with lifted hands for mercy call :
170 Oh spare our youth, and for the life we owe, Antimachus shall copious gifts bestow;
Soon as he hears that, not in battle Nain,
The Grecian ships his captive sons detain,
Large heaps of brass in ransom shall be told,
And steel well-temper'd, and persuasive gold.
These words, attended with a flood of tears,
The youths address’d to unrelenting ears :
The vengeful monarch gave this stern reply-
If from Antimachus ye spring, ye
The daring wretch who once in council stood
To shed Ulysses' and my brother's blood,
For proffer'd peace ! and sues his feed for grace ?
No, die, and pay the forfeit of your'race.
This faid, Pisander from the car he cast,
And pierc'd his breast : fupine he breath'd his last.
His brother leap'd to earth ; but as he lay,
The trenchant falchion lopp'd his hands away i
His sever'd head was toss'd among the throng,
And, rolling, drew a bloody trail along.
Then, where the thickest fought, the victor flew;
The king's example all his Greeks pursue,
Now by the foot the flying foot were flain.
Horse trod by horse, lay foaining on the plain.
From the dry fields thick clouds of dust arise,
Shade the black host, and intercept the skies.
The brass-hoof'd steeds tumultuous plunge and bound,
And the thick thunder beats the labouring ground.
Still Naughtering on, the king of men proceeds ;
The distanc'd army wonders at his deeds.
As when the winds with raging flames conspire,
And o'er the forests roll the flood of fire,