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With Philoctetes sail'd, whose matchless art But Thetis' son now shines in arms no more :
Or whirl the disk, or bend an idle bow :
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,
Still feels the fury of the avenging god.
Speeds on the wings of winds through liquid air:
In Priam's porch the Trojan chiefs she found,
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.
Thou, godlike Hector! all thy force employ,
The foreign troops: this day demands them all.
The voice divine the mighty chief alarms : And into Peneus rolls his easy tides;
The council breaks, the warriors rush to arms.
The gates unfolding pour forth all their train,
Men, steeds, and chariots, shake the trembling ground! Styx pours them forth, the dreadful oath of gods ! The tumult thickens, and the skies resound.
The godlike Hector, high above the rest,
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,
Born in the shades of Ida's secret grove,
Who fair Zeleia's wealthy valleys till,
Or drink, Æsepus, of thy sable flood,
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;
From these the congregated troops obey
The Duel of Menelaus and Paris.
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.
Pyræchmes the Pæonian troops attend,
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,
Here march'd in arms the Halizonian band, Darkening arises from the labour'd ground.
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.
Of those who round Mæonia's realms reside, Eager of fight, and only wait command;
In form a god! the panther's speckled hide
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,
So joys a lion, if the branching deer,
Eager he seizes and devours the slain,
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;
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;
Awed by his high command the Greeks attend,
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
Each army stood :-the Spartan chief replied:
Me Paris injured; all the war be mine.
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,
80 And add the sanction of considerate age;
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.
With lances fix'd, and close the space between. 160
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,
A bloodless race,
Now rest their spears, or lean upon their shields, In Phrygia once were gallant armies known,
In ancient time, when Otreus fill'd the throne,
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
A barren island boasts his glorious birth :
Antenor took the word, and thus began :
(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.
The good old Priam welcomed her; and cried, But when Ulysses rose, in thought profound,
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
Great as a god! I saw him once before,
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,
Castor and Pollux, first in martial force,
With wonder Priam view'd the godlike man, Perhaps tbe chiefs, from warlike tuils at ease,
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;
Adorn'd with honours in their native shore, Ye Greeks and Trojans, let the chiefs engage, 380
Meantime the heralds through the crowded town, In yonder walls that object let me shun,
Whose arms shall conquer, and what prince shall fall, Who thus the venerable king address'd :
Heaven only knows, for Heaven disposes all.
This said, the hoary king no longer stay'd,
And drove to Troy, Antenor at his side.
Bold Hector and Ulysses now dispose
390 And who his rival shall in arms subdue,
The lists of combat, and the ground enclose;
Next to decide by sacred lots prepare,
Whoe'er involved us in this dire debate,
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.
Then, Paris, thine leap'd forth ; by fatal chance
The beauteous warrior now arrays for fight,
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 Trojan first his shining javelin threw:
With that the chief the tender victims slew, Leap'd from the buckler blunted on the ground. 430
In act to throw, but first prefers his prayers:
Destroy the aggressor, aid my righteous cause,
He said, and poised in air the javelin sent:
And, glancing downward, near his flank descende.
The rites now finish'd, reverend Priam rose, But fierce Atrides waved his sword, and struck