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Around his temples spreads his golden wing,
Canst thou, with all a monarch's cares opprest, 25
40 Awake, but waking this advice approve, And trust the vision that descends from Jove.
The phantom said ; then vanish'd from his fight, Resolves to air, and mixes with the night. A thousand schemes the monarch's mind employ ; 45 Elate in thought, he sacks untaken Troy : Vain as he was, and to the future blind; Nor faw what Jove and secret Fate design'd, What mighty toils to either host remain, What scenes of grief, and numbers of the slain ! Eager he rises, and in fancy hears The voice celestial murmuring in his ears.
First on his limbs a slender vest he drew,
up her light, and opens day above.
camp and fummon all the bands :
Friends and confederates ! with attentive ear
In just array draw forth th' embattled train,
He spoke, and fat; when Nestor rising said,
Thus spoke the fage : the kings without delay
Rolling, and blackening, swarms succeeding swarms, With deeper murmurs and more hoarse alarms; Dusky they spread, a close embody'd crowd,
I15 And o'er the vale descends the living cloud. So, from the tents and ships, a lengthening train Spreads all the beach, and wide o’ershades the plain : Along the region runs a deafening found ; Beneath their footsteps groans the trembling ground. Fame flies before, the messenger of Jove, And shining foars, and claps her wings above. Nine facred heralds now, proclaiming loud The monarch's will, suspend the listening crowd. Soon as the throngs in order rang'd appear, 125 And fainter murmurs dy'd upon the ear, The King of Kings his awful figure rais’d; High in his hand the golden sceptre blaz'd: The golden sceptre, of celestial frame, By Vulcan form’d, from Jove to Hermes came : 130 To Pelopş he th' immortal gift resign’d; Th’immortal gift great Pelops left behind, In Atreus' hand, which not with Atreus ends, To rich Thyestes next the prize descends : And now the mark of Agamemnon's reign, 135 Subjects all Argos, and controls the main.
On this bright sceptre now the king reclin'd, And artful thus pronounc'd the speech design'd: Ye fons of Mars ! partake your leader's care, Heroes of Greece, and brothers of the war!
140 of partial Jove with justice I complain, And heavenly oracles believ'd in vain.
A safe return was promis'd to our toils,
155 And Greece triumphant held a general feast, All rank'd by tens; whole decads when they dine Must want a Trojan Nave to pour the wine. But other forces have our hopes o’erthrown, And Troy prevails by armies not her own. 16 Now nine long years of mighty Jove are run, Since first the labours of this war begun : Our cordage torn, decay'd our veffels lie, And scarce ensure the wretched power to fly. Halte then, for ever leave the Trojan wall ! 165 Our weeping wives, our tender children call : Love, duty, safety, fummon us away, 'Tis nature's voice, and nature we obey. Our shatter'd barks may yet transport us o’er, Safe and inglorious, to our native shore.
170 Fly, Grecians, fly, your fails and oars employ, And dream no inore of Heaven-defended Troy.