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Eumelus' mares were foremost in the chace,
935 (His was the strength that mortal might exceeds, And his, th' unrival'd race of heavenly steeds). But Thetis son now shines in arms no more ; His troops, neglected on the sandy shore, 'In empty air their sportive javelins throw,
940 Or whirl the disk, or bend an idle bow : Unstain'd with blood his cover'd chariots stand ; Th’immortal coursers graze along the strand; But the brave chiefs th' inglorious life deplor'd, And wandering o'er the camp, requir'd their lord. 945
Now, like a deluge, covering all around, The shining armies swept along the ground; Swift as a flood of fire, when storms arise, Floats the wide field, and blazes to the skies. Earth groan'd beneath them; as when angry Jove 950 Hurls down the forky lightning from above, On Arimè when he the thunder throws, And fires Typhæus with redoubled blows, Where Typhon, prest beneath the burning load, Still feels the fury of th' avenging God.
But various Iris, Jove's commands to bear, Speeds on the wings of winds through liquid air; In Priam's porch the Trojan chiefs the found, The old consulting, and'the youths around. Polites' Mape, the monarch's son, the chose, 960 Who from Æfetes' tomb observ'd the foes, High on the mound; from whence in prospect lay The fields, the tents, the navy, and the bay.. In this dissembled form, the haltes to bring Th'unwelcome message to the Phrygian king : 965
Cease to consult, the time for action calls,
leader call The foreign troops ; this day demands them all. 975
The voice divine the mighty chief alarms; The council breaks, the warriours rush to arms. The gates unfolding pour forth all their train, Nations on nations fill the dulky plain. Men, steeds, and chariots, shake the trembling ground; The tumult thickens, and the skies resound, Amidst the plain in light of Ilion stands A rising mount, the work of human hands; (This for Myrinne's tomb th’ Immortals know, Though callid Batesa in the world below) 985
Beneath their chiefs in martial order here,
The godlike Hector, high above the rest,
groves of lances glitter in the air. Divine Æneas brings the Dardan race, Anchises' son by Venus' ftol'n embrace, Born in the shades of Ida's secret grove, (A mortal mixing with the Queen of Love) 995 Archilochus and Acamas divide The warriour's toils, and combat by his fide.
Who fair Zeleia's wealthy valleys till,
From rich Apæsus' and Adrestia's towers,
Young Amphius' and Adrastus' equal sway:
The fire forewarn'd, and prophesy'd their doom :
From Practius' stream, Percote’s pasture lands,
High on his car he thakes the flowing reins,
The fierce Pelargi next, in war renown'd,
Next Acamus and Pyrous lead their hosts,
With great Euphemus the Ciconians move, Sprung from Trazenian Ceus, lov'd by Jove.
Pyræchmus the Poonian troops attend, Skill'd in the fight, their crooked bows to bend; From Axius' ample bed he leads them on, 1090 Axius, that laves the distant Amydon. Axius, that swells with all his neighbouring rills, And wide around the floating region fills.
The Paphlagonians Pylæmenes rules, Where rich Henetia breeds her favage mules,
1035 Where Erythinus’ rising clifts are seen, Thy groves of box, Cytorus ! ever green ; And where Ægyalus and Cromna lie. And lofty Sesamus invades the sky; And where Parthenius, roll'd through banks of flowers, Reflects her bordering palaces and bowers..
Here march'd in arms the Halizonian band, Whom Odius and Epistrophus command, From those far regions where the sun refines The ripening silver in Alybean mines.
There, mighty Chromis led the Mysian train,
1050 Th' Ascanian Phrygians, eager for the fight.
Of those who round Mæonia's realms reside, Or whom the vales in shades of Tmolus hide, Mestles and Antiphus the charge partake ; Born on the banks of Gyges' filent lake, 1055 There, from the fields where wild Mæander flows, High Mycalè, and Latmos' shady brows, And proud Miletes, came the Carian throngs, With mingled clamours, and with barbarous tongues. Amphimachus and Naustes guide the train,
1060 Nauftes the bold, Amphimachus the vain, Who, trick'd with gold, and glittering on his car, Rode like a woman to the field of war, Fool that he was ! by fierce Achilles Nain, The river swept hiin to the briny main : 1065 There whelm'd with waves the gaudy warriour lies; The valiant victor seiz’d the golden prize. The forces last in fair
array succeed, Which blameless Glaucus and Sarpedon lead; The warlike bands that distant Lycia yields, Іото Where gulphy Xantņus foams along the fields.