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With Philoctetes sail'd, whose matchless art But Thetis' son now shines in arms no more :
From the tough bow directs the feather'd dart. His troops, neglected on the sandy shore,
Seven were his ships; each vessel fifty row, In empty air their sportive javelins throw, 940
Skill'd in his science of the dart and bow:

Or whirl the disk, or bend an idle bow :
But he lay raging on the Lemnian ground;

Unstain'd with blood his cover'd chariots stand; A poisonous Hydra gave the burning wound; The immortal coursers graze along the strand; There groan'd the chief in agonising pain, 880 But the brave chiefs the inglorious life deplored, Whom Greece at length shall wish, nor wish in And wandering o'er the camp, required their lord. vain.

Now, like a deluge, covering all around, His forces Medon led from Lemnos' shore, The shining armies swept along the ground; Oileus' son, whom beauteous Rhena bore.

Swift as a flood of fire, when storms arise, The Echalian race, in those high towers con Floats the wide field, and blazes to the skies. tain'd,

Earth groan'd beneath them; as when angry Jove 950 Where once Eurytus in proud triumph reign'd, Hurls down the forky lightning from above, Or where her humbler turrets Tricca rears,

On Arimè when he the thunder throws, Or where Ithome, rough with rocks, appears, And fires Typhæus with redoubled blows, In thirty sail the sparkling waves divide,

Where Typhon, press'd beneath the burning load,
Which Podalirius and Machaon guide.

Still feels the fury of the avenging god.
To these his skill their parent-god* imparts, 890 But various Iris, Jove's commands to bear,
Divine professors of the healing arts.

Speeds on the wings of winds through liquid air:
The bold Ormenian and Asterian bands

In Priam's porch the Trojan chiefs she found,
In forty barks Eurypylus commands,

The old consulting, and the youths around. Where Titan hides his hoary head in snow, Polites' shape, the monarch's son, she chose,

960 And where Hyperia's silver fountains flow. Who from Æsetes' tomb observed the foes, Thy troops, Argissa, Polypætes leads,

High on the mound; from whence in prospect lay And Eleon, shelter'd by Olympus' shades.

The fields, the tents, the navy, and the bay. Gyrtonè's warriors : and where Orthè lies, In this dissembled form, she hastes to bring And Oleösson's chalky cliffs arise.

The unwelcome message to the Phrygian king. Sprung from Pirithous of immortal race, 900 Cease to consult; the time for action calls ; The fruit of fair Hippodamè's embrace,

War, horrid war, approaches to your walls ! (That day, when hurl'd from Pelion's cloudy head, Assembled armies oft have I beheld, To distant dens the shaggy Centaurs fled,)

But ne'er till now such numbers charged a field. With Polypetes join'd in equal sway

Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand,

970 Leonteus leads, and forty ships obey.

The moving squadrons blacken all the strand.
In twenty sail the bold Perrhæbians came

Thou, godlike Hector! all thy force employ,
From Cyphus ; Guneus was their leader's name. Assemble all the united bands of Troy;
With these the Enians join'd, and those who freeze In just array let every leader call
Where cold Dodona lifts her holy trees;

The foreign troops: this day demands them all.
Or where the pleasing Titaresius glides,

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The voice divine the mighty chief alarms : And into Peneus rolls his easy tides;

The council breaks, the warriors rush to arms.
Yet o'er the silver surface pure they flow,

The gates unfolding pour forth all their train,
The sacred stream unmix'd with streams below, Nations on nations fill the dusky plain.
Sacred and awful! From the dark abodes

Men, steeds, and chariots, shake the trembling ground! Styx pours them forth, the dreadful oath of gods ! The tumult thickens, and the skies resound.

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Last under Prothous the Magnesians stood, Amidst the plain in sight of Iion stands
Prothous the swift, of old Tenthedron's blood, A rising mount, the work of human hands.
Who dwell where Pelion, crown'd with piny boughs, (This for Myrinné's tomb the immortals know,
Obscures the glade, and nods his shaggy brows; Though call's Bateïa in the world below :)
Or where through flowery Tempé Peneus stray'd, 920 Beneath their chiefs in martial order here,
(The region stretch'd beneath his mighty shade.) The auxiliar troops and Trojan hosts appear.
In forty sable barks they stemm'd the main;

The godlike Hector, high above the rest,
Such were the chiefs, and such the Grecian train. Shakes his huge spear, and nods his plumy crest :

Say next, O Muse! of all Achaia breeds, In throngs around his native bands repair, 990 Who bravest fought, or rein'd the noblest steeds ?

And groves of lances glitter in the air. Eumelus' mares were foremost in the chase,

Divine Æneas brings the Dardan race, As eagles fleet, and of Pheretian race:

Anchises' son by Venus' stolen embrace,
Bred where Pieria's fruitful fountains flow,

Born in the shades of Ida's secret grove,
And train’d by him who bears the silver bow. (A mortal mixing with the queen of love.)
Fierce in the fight, their nostrils breath'd a flame, 930 Archilochus and Acamas divide
Their height, their colour, and their age the same; The warrior's toils, and combat by his side.
O'er fields of death they whirl the rapid car,

Who fair Zeleia's wealthy valleys till,
And break the ranks, and thunder through the war. Fast by the foot of Ida's sacred hill,
Ajax in arms the first renown acquired.

Or drink, Æsepus, of thy sable flood,
While stern Achilles in his wrath retired :

Were led by Pandarus of royal blood; (His was the strength that mortal might exceeds, To whom his art Apollo deign'd to show, And his the unrival'd race of heavenly steeds.) Graced with the presents of his shafts and bow.

From rich Apæsus and Adrestia's towers, * Æsculapius.

High Teree's summits, and Pityea's bowers;

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From these the congregated troops obey
Young Amphius and Adrastus' equal sway:

BOOK III.
Old Merop's sons; whom, skill'd in fates to come,

ARGUMENT.
The sire forewarn'd, and prophesied their doom :
Fate urged them on; the sire forewarn'd in vain, 1010

The Duel of Menelaus and Paris.
They rush'd to war, and perish'd on the plain. The armies being ready to engage, a single combat is

From Practius' stream, Percoté's pasture lands, agreed upon between Menelaus and Paris (by the inAnd Sestos' and Abydos' neighbouring strands,

tervention of Hector) for the determination of the From great Arisba's walls and Sellé's coast,

war. Iris is sent to call Helen to behold the fight. Asius Hyrtacides conducts his host :

She leads her to the walls of Troy, where Priam sat High on his car he shakes the flowing reins,

with his counsellors, observing the Grecian leaders on

the plain below, to whom Helen gives an account of His fiery coursers thunder o'er the plains.

the chief of them. The kings on either part take the The fierce Pelasgi next, in war renown'd,

solemn oath for the conditions of the combat. The March from Larissa's ever-fertile ground:

duel ensues, wherein Paris being overcome, is snatchIn equal arms their brother leaders shine, 1020 ed away in a cloud by Venus, and transported to his Hippothous bold, and Pyleus the divine.

apartment. She then calls Helen from the walls, and Next Acamus and Pyrous lead their hosts,

brings the lovers together. Agamemnon, on the part In dread array, from Thracia's wintry coasts ;

of the Grecians, demands the restoration of Helen, Round the bleak realms where Hellespontus roars,

and the performance of the articles.

The three-and-twentieth day still continues throughout And Boreas beats the hoarse-resounding shores.

this book. The scene is sometimes in the tields before With great Euphemus the Ciconians move,

Troy, and sometimes in Troy itself.
Sprung from Træzenian Ceus, loved by Jove.

Pyræchmes the Pæonian troops attend,
Skill'd in the fight, their crooked bows to bend;

BOOK III.
From Axius' ample bed he leads them on, 1030 Thus by their leader's care each martial band
Arius, that laves the distant Amydon;

Moves into ranks, and stretches o'er the land. Axius, that swells with all his neighbouring rills, With shouts the Trojans rushing from afar, And wide around the floating region fills.

Proclaim their motions, and provoke the war: The Paphlagonians Pylæmenes rules,

So when inclement winters vex the plain Where rich Henetia breeds her savage mules, With piercing frosts, or thick descending rain, Where Erythinus' rising cliffs are seen,

To warmer seas the cranes embodied Ay, Thy groves of box, Cytorus ! ever green;

With noise, and order, through the mid-way sky: And wbere Ægialus and Cromna lie,

To pigmy nations wounds and death they bring, And lofty Seramus invades the sky;

And all the war descends upon the wing. 10 And where Parthenius, rolld through banks of But silent, breathing rage, resolved and skill'd flowers,

By mutual aids to fix a doubtful field,
Reflects her bordering palaces and bowers. 1041 Swift march the Greeks: the rapid dust around

Here march'd in arms the Halizonian band, Darkening arises from the labour'd ground.
Whom Odius and Epistrophus command,

Thus from his flaggy wings when Notus sheds From those far regions where the sun refines A night of vapours round the mountain-heads, The ripening silver in Alybean mines.

Swift-gliding mists the dusky fields invade, There, mighty Chromis led the Mysian train, To thieves more grateful than the midnight shade; And augur Ennomus, inspired in vain ;

While scarce the swains their feeding flocks survey, For stern Achilles lopp'd his sacred head, Lost and confused amidst the thicken'd day: 20 Rollid down Scamander with the vulgar dead. So wrapt in gathering dust, the Grecian train,

Phorcys and brave Ascanius here unite 1050 A moving cloud, swept on, and hid the plain.
The Ascanian Phrygians, eager for the fight. Now front to front the hostile armies stand,

Of those who round Mæonia's realms reside, Eager of fight, and only wait command;
Or whom the vales in shade of Tmolus hide, When, to the van, before the sons of fame
Mestles and Antiphus the charge partake; Whom Troy sent forth, the beauteous Paris came,
Born on the banks of Gyges' silent lake.

In form a god! the panther's speckled hide
There, from the fields where wild Mæander flows, Flow'd o'er his armour with an easy pride,
High Mycalé, and Latmos’ shady brows,

His bended bow across his shoulders flung, And proud Miletus, came the Carian throngs, His sword beside him negligently hung;

30 With mingled clamours, and with barbarous tongues. Two pointed spears he shook with gallant grace, Amphimacus and Naustes guide the train, 1060 And dared the bravest of the Grecian race. Naustes the bold, Amphymacus the vain,

As thus, with glorious air and proud disdain, Who, trick'd with gold, and glittering on his car, He boldly stalk'd, the foremost on the plain, Rode like a woman to the field of war;

Him Menelauis, loved of Mars, espies,
Fool that he was ! by fierce Achilles slain, With heart elated, and with joyful eyes :
The river swept him to the briny main:

So joys a lion, if the branching deer,
There whelm'd with waves the gaudy warrior Or mountain goat, his bulky prize, appear;

Eager he seizes and devours the slain,
The valiant victor seized the golden prize. Press’d by bold youths and baying dogs in vain. 40
The forces last in fair array succeed,

Thus fond of vengeance, with a furious bound, Which blameless Glaucus and Sarpedon lead; In clanging arms he leaps upon the ground The warlike bands that distant Lycia yields, 1070 From his high chariot: him, approaching near, Where gulfy Xanthus foams along the fields. The beauteous champion views with marks of fear;

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Smit with a conscious sense, retires behind,

He said. The challenge Hector heard with joy, And shuns the fate he well deserved to find. Then with his spear restrain'd the youth of Troy, 110 As when some shepherd, from the rustling trees, Held by the midst, athwart, and near the foe Shot forth to view, a scaly serpent sees,

Advanced with steps majestically slow: Trembling and pale, he starts with wild affright, While round his dauntless head the Grecians pour And all confused, precipitates his flight: 50 Their stones and arrows in a mingled shower. So from the king the shining warrior flies,

Then thus the monarch, great Atrides, cry'd; And plunged amid the thickest Trojans lies. Forbear, ye warriors ! lay the darts aside :

As godlike Hector sees the prince retreat, A parley Hector asks, a message bears;
He thus upbtaids him with a generous heal : We know him by the various plume he wears.
Unhappy Paris ! but to woman brave !

Awed by his high command the Greeks attend,
So fairly form'd, and only to deceive!

The tumult silence, and the fight suspend. 120 Oh! hadst thou died when first thou saw'st the While from the centre Hector rolls his eyes light,

On either host, and thus to both applies: Or died at least before thy nuptual rite!

Hear, all ye Trojans, all ye Grecian bands! A better fate than vainly thus to boast,

What Paris, author of the war, demands. And Aly, the scandal of thy Trojan host. 60 Your shining swords within the sheath restrain, Gods ! how the scornful Greeks exult to see And pitch your lances in the yielding plain. Their fears of danger undeceived in thee!

Here in the midst, in either army's sight, Thy figure promised with a martial air,

He dares the Spartan king to single fight; But ill thy soul supplies a form so fair.

And wills, that Helen and the ravish'd spoil, In former days, in all thy gallant pride,

That caused the contest, shall reward the toil. 130
When thy tall ships triumphant stemm'd the tide, Let these the brave triumphant victor grace,
When Greece beheld thy painted canvass flow, And differing nations part in leagues of peace.
And crowds stood wondering at the passing show, Ile spoke: in still suspense on either side
Say, was it thus, with such a baffled mien,

Each army stood :-the Spartan chief replied:
You met the approaches of the Spartan queen ? 70 Me too, ye warriors, hear, whose fatal right
Thus from her realm convey'd the beauteous prize, A world engages in the toils of fight.
And both* her warlike lords outshined in Helen's To me the labour of the field resign;
eyes?

Me Paris injured; all the war be mine.
This deed, thy foes' delight, thy own disgrace, Fall he that must, beneath his rival's arms ;
Thy father's grief, and ruin of thy race;

And live the rest, secure of future harms. 140 This deed recalls thee to the proffer'd fight : Two lambs, devoted by our country's rite, Or hast thou injured whom thou darest not right? To Earth a sable, to the Sun a white, Soon to thy cost the field would make thee know Prepare, ye Trojans ! while a third we bring, Thou keep'st the consort of a braver foe.

Select to Jove, the inviolable king. Thy graceful form instilling soft desire,

Let reverend Priam in the truce engage,
Thy curling tresses, and thy silver lyre,

80 And add the sanction of considerate age;
Beauty and youth ; in vain to these you trust, His sons are faithless, headlong in debate,
When youth and beauty shall be laid in dust: And youth itself an empty wavering state:
Troy yet may wake, and one avenging blow Cool age advances venerably wise,
Crush the dire author of his country's woe. Turns on all hands its deep-discerning eyes;

His silence here, with blushes, Paris breaks: Sees what befell, and what may yet befall, "Tis just, my brother, what your anger speaks ; Concludes from both, and best provides for all. But who like thee can boast a soul sedate,

The nations hear, with rising hopes possess'd, So firinly proof to all the shocks of fate!

And peaceful prospects dawn in every breast.
Thy force like steel a temper'd hardness shows, Within the lines they draw their steeds around,
Still edged to wound, and still untired with blows, 90 And from their chariots issued on the ground:
Like steel, uplifted by some strenuous swain, Next all unbuckling the rich mail they wore,
With falling woods to strew the wasted plain. Laid their bright arms along the sable shore.
Thy gifts I praise ; nor thou despise the charms On either side the meeting hosts are seen
With which a lover golden Venus arms;

With lances fix'd, and close the space between. 160
Soft moving speech, and pleasing outward show, Two heralds now despatch'd to Troy, invite
No wish can gain them, but the gods bestow. The Phrygian monarch to the peaceful rite ;
Yet, wouldst thou have the proffer'd combat stand, Talthybius hastens to the fleet, to bring
The Greeks and Trojans seat on either hand; The lamb for Jove, the inviolable king.
Then let a mid-way space our hosts divide,

Meantime, to beauteous Helen, from the skies, And, on that stage of war, the cause be tried: 100 The various goddess of the rainbow flies, By Paris there the Spartan king be fought,

(Like fair Laodice in form and face, For beauteous Helen and the wealth she brought: The loveliest nymph of Priam's royal race.) And who his rival can in arms subdue,

Her in the palace, at her Joom she found; His be the fair, and his the treasure too.

The golden web her own sad story crown'd. Thus with a lasting league your toils may cease,

The 'Trojan wars she weaved (herself the prize) And Troy possess hier fertile fields in peace;

And the dire triumphs of her fatal eyes. Thus may the Greeks review their native shore, To whom the goddess of the painted bow : Much famed for generous steeds, for beauty more. Approach, and view the wondrous scene below!

Each hardy Greek, and valiant Trojan knight, * Theseus and Menelaus.

So dreadful late, and furious for the fight,

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A bloodless race,

Now rest their spears, or lean upon their shields, In Phrygia once were gallant armies known,
Ceased is the war, and silent all the fields.

In ancient time, when Otreus fill'd the throne,
Paris alone and Sparta's king advance,

When godlike Mygdon led their troops of horse, In single fight to toss the beamy lance;

180 And I, to join them, raised the Trojan force : Each met in arms, the fate of combat tries, Against the manlike Amazons we stood, Thy love the motive, and thy charms the prize. And Sangar's stream ran purple with their blood. This said, the many-colour'd maid inspires But far interior those, in martial grace

251 Her husband's love, and wakes her former fires : And strength of numbers, to this Grecian race. Her country, parents, all that once were dear, This said, once more he view'd the warrior train : Rush to her thought, and force a tender tear. What's he, whose arms lie scatter'd on the plain; O'er her fair face a snowy veil she threw,

Broad is his breast, his shoulders larger spread, And, softly sighing, from the loom withdrew : Though great Atrides overtops his head. Her handmaids Clymenè and Ethra wait

Nor yet appear his care and conduct small: Her silent footsteps to the Scean gate.

190 From rank to rank he moves, and orders all. There sat the seniors of the Trojan race

The stately ram thus measures o'er the ground, (Old Priam's chiefs, and most in Priam's grace :) And, master of the flock, surveys them round. 260 The king the first ; Thymætes at his side;

Then Helen thus : whom your discerning eyes
Lampus and Clytius, long in counsel tried ; Have singled out, is Ithacus the wise :
Paothus and Hicetäon, once the strong;

A barren island boasts his glorious birth :
And next, the wisest of the reverend throng, His fame for wisdom tills the spacious earth.
Antenor grave, and sage Ucalegon,

Antenor took the word, and thus began :
Leand on the walls, and bask'd before the sun. Myself, O king! have seen that wondrous man,
Chiefs, who no more in bloody fight engage, When trusting Jove and hospitable laws,
But wise through time, and narrative with age, 200 To Troy he came, to plead the Grecian cause,
In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,

(Great Menelaus urged the same request ;) that send a feeble voice.

My house was honour'd with each royal guest: 270 These, when the Spartan queen approach'd the tower, I knew their persons, and admired their parts, In secret own'd resistless beauty's power :

Both brave in arms,

and both approved in arts.
They cried, No wonder, such celestial charms Erect, the Spartan most engaged our view :
For nine long years have set the world in arms; Ulysses, seated, greater reverence drew.
What winning graces! what majestic mien ! When Atreus' son harangued the listening train,
She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen! Just was his sense, and his expression plain;
Yet hence, oh Heaven ! convey that fatal face, llis words succinct, yet full, without a fault ;
And from destruction save the Trojan race. 210 He spoke no more than just the thing he ought.

The good old Priam welcomed her; and cried, But when Ulysses rose, in thought profound,
Approach, my child, and grace thy father's side. His modest eyes he fix'd upon the ground, 280
See on the plain thy Grecian spouse appears,

As one unskill'd, or dumb, he seem'd to stand, The friends and kindred of thy former years.

Nor raised his head, nor stretch'd his scepter'd hand : No crime of thine our present sufferings draws, But, when he speaks, what elocution flows! Not thou, but Heaven's disposing will, the cause;

Soft as the fleeces of descending snows, The gods these armies and this force employ, The copious accents fall, with easy art; The hostile gods conspire the fate of Troy. Melting they fall, and sink into the heart! But lift thy eyes, and say, what Greek is he Wondering we hear, and, tix'd in deep surprise, (Far as from hence these aged orbs can see) 220 Our ears refute the censure of our eyes. Around whose brow such martial graces shine, The king then ask'd (as yet the camp he view'd) So tall, so awful, and almost divine?

What chief is that, with giant strength endued, 290 Though some of larger stature tread the green, Whose brawny shoulders, and whose swelling chest, None match his grandeur and exalted mien : And lofty stature, far exceed the rest? He seems a monarch, and his country's pride. Ajax the great (the beauteous queen replied) Thus ceased the king, and thus the fair replied: Himself a host: the Grecian strength and pride. Before thy presence, father, I appear

See ! bold Idomeneus superior towers
With conscious shame and reverential fear. Amidst yon circle of his Cretan powers,
Ah! had I died, ere to these walls I Hed,

Great as a god! I saw him once before,
False to my country, and my nuptial bed ; 230 With Menelaus, on the Spartan shore.
My brothers, friends, and daughter left behind, The rest I know and could in order name:
False to them all, to Paris only kind!

All valiant chiefs, and men of mighty fame. 300 For this I mourn, till grief or dire disease

Yet two are wanting of the numerous train,
Shall waste the form whose crime it was to please. Whom long my eyes have sought, but sought in vain :
The king of kings, Atrides, you survey,

Castor and Pollux, first in martial force,
Great in the war, and great in arts of sway; One bold on foot, and one renown'd for horse.
My brother once, before my days of shame; My brothers these; the same our native sbore,
And oh that still he bore a brother's name! One house contain'd us, as one mother bore.

With wonder Priam view'd the godlike man, Perhaps tbe chiefs, from warlike tuils at ease,
Extoll'd the happy prince, and thus began: 240 For distant Troy refused to sail the seas:
O bless'd Atrides! born to prosperous fate,

Perhaps their swords some nobler quarrel draws, Successful monarch of a mighty state!

Ashamed to combat in their sister's cause. 310 How vast thy empire ! of yon matchless train So spoke the fair, nor knew her brothers' doom, What numbers lost, what numbers yet remain' Wrapt in the cold embraces of the tomb;

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Adorn'd with honours in their native shore, Ye Greeks and Trojans, let the chiefs engage, 380
Silent they slept, and heard of wars no more. But spare the weakness of my feeble age :

Meantime the heralds through the crowded town, In yonder walls that object let me shun,
Bring the rich wine and destined victims down, Nor view the danger of so dear a son.
Idæus' arms the golden goblets pressid,

Whose arms shall conquer, and what prince shall fall, Who thus the venerable king address'd :

Heaven only knows, for Heaven disposes all.
Arise, O father of the Trojan state !

This said, the hoary king no longer stay'd,
The nations call, thy joyful people wait 320 But on his car the slaughter'd victims laid;
To seal the truce and end the dire debate. Then seized the reins his gentle steeds to guide,
Paris thy son, and Sparta's king advance,

And drove to Troy, Antenor at his side.
In measured lists to toss the weighty lance;

Bold Hector and Ulysses now dispose

390 And who his rival shall in arms subdue,

The lists of combat, and the ground enclose;
His be the dame, and his the treasure too.

Next to decide by sacred lots prepare,
Thus with a lasting league our toils may cease, Who first shall launch his pointed spear in air.
And Troy possess her fertile fields in peace ; The people pray with elevated hands,
So shall the Greeks review their native shore, And words like these are heard through all the
Much famed for generous steeds, for beauty more.

bands :
With grief he heard, and bade the chief prepare Immortal Jove, high heaven's superior lord,
To join his milk-white coursers to the car: 331 On lofty Ida's holy mount adored!
He mounts the seat, Antenor at his side;

Whoe'er involved us in this dire debate,
The gentle steeds through Scæa's gates they guide: Oh give that author of the war to fate
Next from the car descending on the plain,

And shades eternal! let division cease, Amid the Grecian host and Trojan train

And joyful nations join in leagues of peace. Slow they proceed: the sage Ulysses then

With eyes averted Hector hasies to turn Arose, and with him rose the king of men.

The lots of fight, and shakes the brazen urn.
On either side a sacred herald stands,

Then, Paris, thine leap'd forth ; by fatal chance
The wine they mix, and on each monarch's hands Ordain'd the first to whirl the weighty lance.
Pour the full urn; then draws the Grecian lord 340 Both armies sat the combat to survey,
His cutlass, sheath'd beside his ponderous sword; Beside each chief his azure armour lay,
From the sign'd victims crops the curling hair, And round the lists the generous coursers neigh.
The heralds part it and the princes share;

The beauteous warrior now arrays for fight,
Then loudly thus before the attentive bands In gilded arms magnificently bright;

410 He calls the gods, and spreads his lifred hands : The purple cuishes clasp his thighs around,

O first and greatest power! whom all obey, With flowers adorn'd, with silver buckles bound : Who high on Ida's holy mountain sway,

Lycaon's corslet his fair body dress'd, Eternal Jove! and you bright orb that roll

Braced in, and fitted to his softer breast : From east to west, and view from pole to pole! A radiant baldric, o'er his shoulder tied, Thou mother Earth! and all ye living Floods; 350 Sustain'd the sword that glitter'd at his side: Infernal Furies! and Tartarian Gods,

His youthful face a polish'd helm o’erspread; Who rule the dead, and horrid woes prepare The waving horse-hair nodded on his head: For perjured kings, and all who falsely swear! His figured shield, a shining orb, he takes, Hear, and be witness. If by Paris slain,

And in his hand a pointed javelin shakes.

49 Great Menela üs press, the fatal plain,

With equal speed, and fired by equal charms,
The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep, The Spartan hero sheaths bis limbs in arms.
And Greece returning plough the watery deep. Now round the lists the admiring army stand,
If by my brother's lance the Trojan bleed; With javelins fix'd, the Greek and Trojan band.
Be his the wealth and beauteous dame decreed : Amidst the dreadful vale, the chiefs advance,
The appointed fine let Ilion justly pay, 360 All pale with rage, and shake the threatening lance,
And age to age record the signal day.

The Trojan first his shining javelin threw:
This if the Phrygians shall refuse to yield, Full on Atrides' ringing shield it flew;
Arms must revenge, and Mars decide the field. Nor pierced the brazen orb, but with a bound

With that the chief the tender victims slew, Leap'd from the buckler blunted on the ground. 430
And in the dust their bleeding bodies threw: Atrides then his massy lance prepares,
The vital spirit issued at the wound,

In act to throw, but first prefers his prayers:
And left the members quivering on the ground. Give me, great Jove! to punish lawless lust,
From the same urn they drink the mingled wine, And lay the Trojan gasping in the dust:
And add libations to the powers divine.

Destroy the aggressor, aid my righteous cause,
While thus their prayers united mount the sky: 370 Avenge the breach of hospitable laws:
Hear, mighty Jove! and hear, ye Gods on high! Let this example future times reclaim,
And may their blood, who first the league con And guard from wrong fair friendship's holy nadie.
found,

He said, and poised in air the javelin sent:
Shed like this wine, distain the thirsty ground; Through Paris' shield the forceful weapon went, 143
May all their consorts serve promiscuous lust, His corselet pierces, and his garment rends,
And all their race be scatter'd as the dust!

And, glancing downward, near his flank descende.
Thus either host their imprecations join'd, The wary Trojan, bending from the blow,
Which Jove refused, and mingled with the wind. Eludes the deuth and disappoints his foe:

The rites now finish'd, reverend Priam rose, But fierce Atrides waved his sword, and struck
And thus express'd a heart o'ercharged with woes: Full on hiu casque; the crested helmet shook;

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