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But the harsh king deny'd to do him right, • And drove the trembling prophet from his fight.
Apollo heard his injur'd suppliant's cry, • And dealt his arrows through th' infected sky; • The swift contagion, sent by his.commands, • Swept through the camp,and thinn'd theGrecian bands. • The guilty cause a sacred augur show'd, « And I first mov'd to mitigate the god. • At this the tyrant stormd, and vengeance vow'd; • And now too soon hath made his threatnings good. • Chryseis first with gifts to Chrysa fent, « His heralds came this moment to my tent,
And bore Brisežs thence, my beauteous save, · Th' allotted prize, which the leagu'd Grecians gave.
Thou goddess, then, and thou, I know, hast power,
For thine own fon the might of Jove implore. • Oft in my father's house I 've heard thee tell, • When sudden fears on heaven's great monarch fell, • Thy aid the rebel deities o'ercame,
And fav’d the mighty thunderer from shame. · Pallas, and Neptune, and great Juno, bound • The fire in chains, and hem’d their sovereign round. · Thy voice, 'O goddess, broke their idle bands, . And call'd the giant of the hundred hands, • The prodigy, whom heaven and earth revere, 6 Briareus nam'd above, Ægeon here. • His father Neptune he in strength surpass’d; • At Jove's right hand his hideous form he plac'd, • Proud of his might. The gods with secret dread, * Beheld the huge enormous shape and fled.
6 Remind him then : for well thou know'st the art :
Ituous main :
Then the (with tears her azure eyes ran o’er :) 16 Why bore I thee ! or nourish'd, when I bore! • Bleft, if within thy tent, and free from strife, - Thou might'st poffefs thy poor remains of life. " Thy death approaching now the fates foreshow;
Short is thy destin’d term, and full of woe. « Ill-fated thou ! and oh unhappy I ! • But hence to the celestial courts I fly, "Where, hid in snow, to heaven Olympus swells,
Jove, rejoicing in his thunder, dwells. Meantime, my son, indulge thy just disdain : - Vent all thy rage, and shun the hostile plain, ' Till Jove returns. Last night my waves he cross’d, < And sought the distant Ethiopian coast:
Along the skies his radiant course he steer'd, « Behind him all the train of gods appear'd, . A bright procession. To the holy feast ... Of blameless men he goes a grateful guest. " To heaven he comes, when twice fix days are o'er! .. Then Mall his voice the fire of gods implore, « Then to my lofty mansion will I pass, . Founded on rocks of ever-during brass :
• There wil I clasp his knees with wonted art,
She ceas'd : and left him lost in doubtful care,
But, safe arriv'd near Chrysa’s sacred strand,
• All hail! Atrides sets thy daughter free, • Sends offerings to thy god, and gifts to thee. • But thou intreat the power, whose dreadful sway • Afflicts his camp, and sweeps his host away.'
He said, and gave her. : The fond father finil?d
The victims now they range in chosen bands,
« Dread warrior with the silver bow, give ear:
Rous'd by my prayers ev'n now thy vengeance burns, "And smit by thee, the Grecian army mourns. • Hear me once more; and let the suppliant foe • Avert thy wrath, and lack thy dreadful bow.'
He pray'd : and great Apollo heard his prayer.
When now the various feasts had cheard their fouls,
When now, ascending from the shades of night, Aurora glow'd in all her rosy light,
The daughter of the dawn : th' awaken'd crew
But fierce Achilles, still on vengeance bent,
Twelve days were past; and now th' ethereal train,
On the top-point of high Olympus, crown'd With hills on hills, him far apart she found, Above the rest. The earth beneath display'd (A boundless prospect) his broad eye survey'd. Her left hand grasp'd his knees, her right she rear'd, And touch'd with blandishment his awful beard ; Then, suppliant, with submissive voice implor'd Old Saturn's son, the god by gods ador'd :