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The Greeks, restor'd, the grateful notes prolong; 620
Apollo listens, and approves the song.

'Twas night; the chiefs beside their vefsel lie,
Till rosy morn had purpled o'er the sky :
Then launch, and hoist the mast ; indulgent gales,
Supply'd by Phoebus, fill the swelling fails;
The milk-white canvass bellying as they blow,
The parted ocean foanis and roars below :
Above the bounding billows swift they fiew,
Till now the Grecian camp appear'd in view.
Far on the beach they haul their bark to land

630 (The crooked keel divides the yellow sand); Then part, where stretch'd along the winding bay The lips and tents in mingled prospect lay, But ragiog still, amidst his

navy sate The stern Achilles, stedfait in his hate;

635 Nor mix'd in combat, nor in council join'd; But wasting cares lay heavy on his mind : In his black thoughts revenge and laughter roll, And scenes of blood rise dreadful in his soul.

Twelve days were paft, and now the dawning light
The Gods had funimond to th' Olympian height:
Jove first ascending from the watery bowers,
Leads the long order of æthereal powers.
When like the morning mist in early day,
Rose from the flood the Daughter of the Sea;
And to the seats divine her flight addrest.

There, far apart, and high above the rest,
The Thunderer fat; where old Olympus Prouds
His hundred heads in heaven, and props the clouds.,




Suppliant the Goddess stood: one hand the plac'd 650
Beneath his beard, and one his knee embrac'd :
If e'er, O Father of the Gods! The said,
My words could please thee, or my actions aid;
Some marks of honour on my son bestow,
pay in glory what in life

you owe.
Fame is at least by heavenly promise due
To life so short, and now dishonour'd too.
Avenge this wrong, oh ever just and wise !
Let Greece be humbled, and the Trojans rise ;
Till the proud king, and all th' Achaian race, 660
Shall heap with honours him they now disgrace.

Thus Thetis spoke, but Jove in silence held The sacred councils of his breast conceal'd, Not fo repuls'd, the Goddess closer prelt, Still grasp'd his knees, and urg'd the dear request :665 O fire of gods and men ! thy suppliant hear ; Refuse, or grant; for what has Jove to fear? Or, oh! declare, of all the powers above, Is wretched Thetis least the care of Jove ?

She said, and sighing thus the God replies, 670 Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies ?

What hast thou ask'd ? Ah why should Jove engage In foreign contests, and domestic rage, The Gods complaints, and Juno's fierce alarms, While I, too partial, aid the Trojan arms? 675 Go, left the haughty partner of my sway With jealous eyes thy close access survey ; But part in peace, secure thy prayer is sped : Witness the sacred honours of our head,




The nod that ratifies the will divine,
The faithful, fix’d, irrevocable fign;
This seals thy suit, and this fufills thy vows-
He spoke, and awful bends his fable brows;
Shakes his ambrofial curls, and gives the nod;
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the God:
High heaven with trembling the dread fignał took,
And all Olympus to the centre fhook.

Swift to the seas profound the Goddess flies,
Jove to his starry mansion in the skies.
The shining fynod of th' immortals wait

The coming God, and from their thrones of state
Arising silent, wrapt in holy fear,
Before the majesty of heaven appear,
Trembling they stand, while Jove assumes the throne,
All, but the God's imperious queen alone :

Late had the view'd the filver-footed dame,
And all her

, passions kindled into flame.
Say, artful manager of heaven (she cries)
Who now partakes the secrets of the skies?
Thy Juna knows not the decrees of fate,

In vain the partner of imperial state.
What favourite Goddess then those cares divides,
Which Jove in prudence from his confort hides?

To this the Thunderer: Seek not thou to find
The sacred counsels of almighty mind :

Involv'd in darkness lies the great decrec,
Nor can the depths of fate be pierc'd by thee.
What fits thy knowledge, thou the first shalt know
The first of Gods above and men below;



But thou, nor they, shall search the thoughts that roll 710 Deep in the clofe recesses of my soul.

Full on the fire the Goddess of the skies Rollid the large orbs of her majestic eyes, And thus return'd: Austere Saturnius, say From whence this wrath, or who controls thy fway? 715 Thy boundless will, for me remains, in force, And all thy councils take the destin'd course. But 'tis for Greece I fear : for late was seen In close consult the Silver-footed Queen. Jove to his Thețis nothing could deny,

Nor was the signal vain that shook the sky.
What fatal favour has the Goddess won,
To grace her fierce, inexorable fon?
Perhaps in Grecian blood to drench the plain,
And glut his vengeance with my people fiain. 725

Then thus the God: Oh restless fate of pride,
That strives to learn what Heaven resolves to hide;
Vain is the search, presumptuous and abhorr’d,
Anxious to thee, and odious to thy lord.
Let this fuffice; th’immutable decree

No force can shake : what is, that ought to be.
Goddess submit, por dare our will withstand,
But dread the power of this avenging hand;
Th' united strength of all the Gods above
In vain refifts th' omnipotence of Jove..

735 The Thunderer spoke, nor durtt the Queen reply: A reverend horror filenc'd all the sky. The feast disturb’d, with forrow Vulcan faw His Mother menas'd, and the Gods in awe ;


Peace at his heart, and pleasure his design, 740
Thus interpos’d the Architect Divine :
The wretched quarrels of the mortal state
Are far unworthy, Godsl of your debate :
Let men their days in senseless strife employ,
We, in eternal peace and constant joy.

Thou Goddess-mother, with our fire comply,
Nor break the sacred union of the sky;
Left, rouz' rage, he shake the blest abodes,
Launch the red lightning, and dethrone the Gods.
If you submit, the Thunderer stands appeas’d; 750
The gracious power is willing to be pleas'd.

Thus Vulcan spoke ; and rising with a bound
The double bowl with sparkling nectar crown'd,
Which held to Juno in a chearful way,
Goddess (he cried) be patient and obey.
Dear as you are, if Jove his arm extend,
I can but grieve, unable to defend.
What God so daring in your
Or lift his hand against the force of Jove ?
Once in your cause I felt his matchless might,

Hurl'd headlong downward from th' etherial height;
Toft all the day in rapid circles round;
Nor till the sun descended, touch'd the ground:
Breathless I fell, in giddy motions lost ;
The Sinthians rais'd me on the Lemnian coast. 765

He said, and to her hands the goblet heav'd Which, with a smile, the white-arm’d queen receiv'd. Then to the rest he fillid; and in his turn, Each to his lips apply'd the nectar'd urn.


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