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Or are her heroes doom'd to die with shame,
Eurypylus replies: No more, my friend,
To him the chief: What then remains to do? Th' event of things the Gods alone can view. Charg'd by Achilles' great command I fly, And bear with hafte the Pylian king's reply ; 975 But thy distress this instant claims relief. He said, and in his armıs upheld the chief. The Naves their master's flow approach turvey'd, And hides of oxen on the floor display'd : There stretch'd at length the wounded hero lay, 980 Patroclus cut the forky steel away. Then in his hands a bitter root he bruis’d; The wound he wash'd, the styptic juice infus’d. The closing tles that instant ceas’d to glow, The wound to torture, and the blocd to flow, VOL, I,
A R G U M E N T.
The Battle at the Grecian Wall.
THE Greeks being retired into their entrenchments,
Hector attempts to force them ; but it proving inpoffible to pass the ditch, Polydamas advises to quit their chariots, and manage the attack on foot. The Trojans follow his counsel, and, having divided their army into five bodies of foot, begin the assault. But upon the signal of an eagle with a serpent in his talons, which appear'd on the left hand of the 'Trojans, Polydamas endeavours to withdraw them again. This Hector opposes, and continues the attack; in which, after many actions, Sarpedon makes the first breach in the wall: Hector also casting a stone of a vast size, forces open one of the gates, and enters at the head of his troops, who victoriously pursue the Grecians even to their ships.
I L I A D.
The cure and safety of his wounded friend, Trojans and Greeks with clashing shields engage, And mutual deaths are dealt with mutual
rage. Nor long the trench or lofty walls oppose;
5 With Gods averfe th'3ll-fated works arose; Their powers neglected, and no victim lain, The walls were rais'd, the trenches sunk in vain.
Without the Gods, how fhort a period stands The proudeft monument of mortal hands! This stood, while Hector and Achilles rag'd, While sacred Troy the warring hosts engag'd; But when her sons were llain, her city burn'd, And what surviv'd of Greece to Greece return'd; Then Neptune and Apollo shook the shore, IS Then Ida's summits pour'd their watery store ; Rhesus and Rhodius then unite their rills, Caresus roaring down the stony hills, Asopus, Granicus, with mingled force, :: And Xanthus foaming from his fruitful source; And gulphy Simoïs, rolling to the main Helmets, and hields, and god-like heroes flain: