Remind him then: for well thou know'st the art : Go, clasp his knees, and melt his mighty heart. Let the driven Argians, hunted o'er the plain, • Seek the last verge of this tempe stuous main : < There let them perish, void of all relief, 'My wrongs remember, and enjoy their chief. Too late with anguish shall his heart be torn, • That the first Greek was made the public scorn.' Then the (with tears her azure eyes ran o'er :) Why bore I thee! or nourish'd, when I bore! Bleft, if within thy tent, and free from ftrife, Thou might'st poffefs thy poor remains of life. • Thy death approaching now the fates foreshow ; < Short is thy deftin'd term, and full of woe. Ill-fated thou! and oh unhappy I !

• But hence to the celeftial courts I fly,

Where, hid in fnow, to heaven Olympus fwells, And Jove, rejoicing in his thunder, dwells. Meantime, my fon, indulge thy just disdain : Vent all thy rage, and shun the hostile plain, 'Till Jove returns. Laft night my waves he crofs'd, And fought the distant Ethiopian coast: Along the skies his radiant course he steer'd, Behind him all the train of gods appear'd, A bright proceffion. To the holy feast • Of blameless men he goes a grateful guest. To heaven he comes, when twice fix days are o'er! Then shall his voice the fire of gods implore,

< Then to my lofty manfion will I pass, Founded on rocks of ever-during brass: N 2

• There

There wil I clafp his knees with wonted art, Nor doubt, my fon, but I fhall melt his heart.” She ceas'd and left him loft in doubtful care, And bent on vengeance for the ravish'd fair.

But, safe arriv'd near Chryfa's facred strand,
The fage Ulyffes now advanc'd to land.

Along the coaft he shoots with fwelling gales,
Then lowers the lofty maft, and furls the fails;
Next plies to port with many a well-tim'd oar,
And drops his anchors near the faithful fhore.
The bark now fix'd amidst the rolling tide,
Chryfeïs follows her experienc'd guide :
The gifts to Phoebus from the Grecian host,
A herd of bulls went bellowing o'er the coast.
To the god's fane, high looking o'er the land,
He led, and near the altar took his stand,
Then gave her to the joyful father's hand.

All hail! Atrides fets thy daughter free,
Sends offerings to thy god, and gifts to thee.
'But thou intreat the power, whofe dreadful sway
Afflicts his camp, and fweeps his hoft away.'
He faid, and gave her. The fond father fmil'd
With fecret rapture, and embrac'd his child.

The victims now they range in chofen bands,
And offer gifts with unpolluted hands :
When with loud voice, and arms up-rear'd in air,
The hoary prieft prefer'd this powerful prayer :

Dread warrior with the filver bow, give ear:
Patron of Chryfa and of Cilla, hear.
About this dome thou walk'ft thy conftant round:
Still have my vows thy power propitious found.

Rous'd

Rous'd by my prayers ev'n now thy vengeance burns,
And fmit by thee, the Grecian- army mourns.
Hear me once more; and let the fuppliant foe
Avert thy wrath, and flack thy dreadful bow.'

He pray'd and great Apollo heard his prayer.
The fuppliants now their votive rites prepare:
Amid the flames they caft the hallow'd bread,
And heaven-ward turn each victim's deftin'd head:
Next flay the fatted bulls, their fkins divide,
And from each carcafe rend the smoking hides
On every limb large rolls of fat beftow,
And chofen morfels round the offerings ftrow:
Myfterious rites. Then on the fire divine
The great high priest pours forth the ruddy wine;
Himfelf the offering burns. On either hand
A troop of youths, in decent order, ftand.
On fharpen'd forks, obedient to the fire,
They turn the tafteful fragments in the fire,
Adorn the feaft, fee every difh well-ftor'd,

And ferve the plenteous meffes to the board.

When now the various feasts had chear'd their fouls, With fparkling wines they crown the generous bowls, The first libations to Apollo pay,

And folemnize with facred hymns the day:

His praife in Iö Peans loud they fing,

And footh the rage of the far-fhooting king.

At evening, through the fhore difpers'd, they fleep,
Hufh'd by the diftant roarings of the deep.

When now, afcending from the fhades of night,
Aurora glow'd in all her rofy light,

The daughter of the dawn: th' awaken'd crew
Back to the Greeks encamp'd their courfe renew.
The breezes freshen: for with friendly gales
Apollo fwell'd their wide, diftended, fails:
Cleft by the rapid prow, the waves divide,
And in hoarfe murmurs break on either fide.
In fafety to the deftin'd port they pass'd,
And fix'd their bark with grappling haulfers fast;
Then dragg'd her farther, on the dry-land coaft,
Regain'd their tents, and mingled in the host.

But fierce Achilles, ftill on vengeance bent,
Cherifh'd his wrath, and madden'd in his tent.
Th' affembled chiefs he fhun'd with high difdain,
A band of kings: nor fought the hostile plain;
But long'd to hear the distant troops engage,
The ftrife grow doubtful, and the battle rage.
Twelve days were paft; and now th' ethereal train,
Jove at their head, to heaven return'd again :
When Thetis, from the deep prepar'd to rife,
Shot through a big-swol'n wave, and pierc'd the skies.
At early morn fhe reach'd the realms above,
The court of gods, the refidence of Jove.

On the top-point of high Olympus, crown'd
With hills on hills, him far apart the found,
Above the reft. The earth beneath display'd
(A boundless prospect) his broad eye survey'd.
Her left hand grafp'd his knees, her right she rear'd,
And touch'd with blandishment his awful beard;
Then, fuppliant, with fubmiffive voice implor'd
Old Saturn's fon, the god by gods ador'd ;

• If

• If e'er, by rebel deities oppreft,

← My aid reliev'd thee, grant this one request. • Since to short life my hapless fon was born,

Do thou with fame the fcanty space adorn. • Punish the king of men, whofe lawless sway

• Hath fham'd the youth, and feiz'd his deftin'd prey. • Awhile let Troy prevail, that Greece may grieve, And doubled honours to my offspring give.' She faid. The god vouchsaf'd not to reply (A deep fufpence fat in his thoughtful eye): Once more around his knees the goddess clung, And to foft accents form'd her artful tongue :

Oh! fpeak. Or grant me, or deny my prayer. Fear not to speak, what I am doom'd to bear; • That I may know, if thou my prayer deny,

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The most despis'd of all the gods am I.'

With a deep figh the Thundering Power replies To what a height will Juno's anger rife! Still doth her voice before the gods upbraid 'My partial hand, that gives the Trojans aid. I grant thy fuit. But, hence! depart unfeen, And fhun the fight of heaven's fufpicious queen. • Believe my nod, the great, the certain fign, • When Jove propitious hears the powers divine The fign that ratifies my high command, That thus I will: and what I will fhall ftand.'

This faid, his kingly brow the fire inclin'd;

The large black curls fell awful from behind,
Thick shadowing the stern forehead of the god: -
Olympus trembled at th' almighty nod.