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Tydides follow'd to regain his lance;

By these, by those, on every part is plied; While Hector rose, recover'd from the trance; And the red slaughter spreads on every side. 530 Remounts his car, and herds amidst the crowd : Pierced through the shoulder, first Deiopis fell, The Greek pursues him, and exults aloud :

Next Ennomus and Thoön sunk to hell; Once more thank Phæbus for thy forfeit breath, Chersidamas, beneath the naval thrust, Or thank that swiftness which outstrips the death. Falls prone to earth, and grasps the bloody dust. Well by Apollo are thy prayers repaid,

Charops, the son of Ilippasus, was near;
And oft that partial power has lent his aid.

Ulysses reach'd him with the fatal spear;.
Thou shalt not long the death deserved withstand, But to his aid his brother Socus flies,
If any god assist Tydides' hand.

470 Socus, the brave, the generous, and the wise : Fly then, inglorious ! but thy flight, this day Near as he drew, the warrior thus began: Whole hecatombs of Trojan ghosts shall pay. O great Ulysses, much-enduring man! 540

Him, while he triumph'd, Paris eyed from far, Not deeper skill'd in every martial slight, (The spouse of Helen, the fair cause of war :) Than worn to toils, and active in the fight! Around the fields his feather'd shafts he sent, This day two brothers shall thy conquest grace, Fromn ancient Ilus' ruin'd monument:

And end at once the great Hippacian race, Behind the column placed, he bent his bow, Or thou beneath this lance must press the fieldAnd wing'd an arrow at the unwary foe;

He said, and forceful pierced his spacious shield: Just as he stoop'd, Agastrophus's crest

Through the strong brass the ringing javelin throwy, To seize, and draw the corselet from his breast, 480 Plough'd half his side, and bared it to the bone. The bow-string twang’d; nor flew the shaft in vain, By Pallas' care, the spear, though deep infix'd, But pierced his foot, and nail'd it to the plain. Stopp'd short of life, nor with his entrails mis'd. 550 The laughing Trojan with a joyful spring,

The wound not mortal wise Ulysses knew, Leaps from his ambush, and insults the king. Then furious thus (but first some steps withdrew:)

He bleeds! (he cries) some god has sped my dart, Unhappy man! whose death our hands shall grace! Would the same god had fix'd it in his heart ! Fate calls thee hence, and finish'd is thy race. So Troy, relieved from that wide wasting hand, No longer check my conquests on the foe; Should breathe from slaughter, and in combat stand; But, pierced by this, to endless darkness go, Whose sons now tremble at his darted spear, And add one spectre to the realms below! As scatter'd lambs the rushing lion fear. 490 He spoke; while Socus, seized with sudden fright,

He dauntless thus : thou conqueror of the fair, Trembling gave way, and turn'd his back to flight: Thou woman warrior with the curling hair ; Between his shoulders pierced the following Vain archer ! trusting to the distant dart,

dart, Unskill'd in arms to act a manly part!

And held its passage through the panting heart. Thou hast but done what boys or women can; Wide in his breast appear'd the grizly wound; Such hands may wound, but not incense a man. He falls; his armour rings against the ground. Nor boast the scratch thy feeble arrow gave, Then thus Ulysses, gazing on the slain ; A coward's weapon never hurts the brave.

Famed son of Hippasus! there press the plain ; Not so this dart, which thou may'st one day feel : There ends thy narrow span assign'd by fate, Fate wings its flight, and death is on the steel. 500 Heaven owes Ulysses yet a longer date. Where this but lights, some noble life expires : Ah, wretch! no father shall thy corpse compose, Its touch makes orphans, bathes the cheeks of sires, Thy dying eyes no tender mother close; Steeps earth in purple, gluts the birds of air, But hungry birds shall tear those balls away,

570 And leaves such objects as distract the fair. And hovering vultures scream around their prey. Ulysses hastens with a trembling heart,

Me Greece shall honour, when I meet my doom, Before him steps, and bending draws the dart : With solemn funerals and a lasting tomb. Forth flows the blood ; an eager pang succeeds: Then, raging with intolerable smart, Tydides mounts, and to the navy speeds.

He writhes his body, and extracts the dart. Now on the field Ulysses stands alone,

The dart a tide of spouting gore pursued, The Greeks all fled, the Trojans pouring on; 510 And gladden'd Troy with sight of hostile blood. But stands collected in himself, and whole, Now troops on troops the fainting chief invade, And questions thus his own unconquer'd soul : Forced he recedes, and loudly calls for aid. What farther subterfuge, what hopes remain ? Thrice to its pitch his lofty voice he rears ;

59 What shame, inglorious, if I quit the plain!

The well-known voice thrice Menalaüs hears : What danger, singly if I stand the ground,

Alarm'd, to Ajax Telamon he cried, My friends all scatter'd, all the foes around! Who shares his labours, and defends his side. Yet wherefore doubtful ? let this truth suffice, O friend! Ulysses' shouts invade my ear; The brave meets danger, and the coward flies: Distress d he seems, and no assistance near : To die or conquer, proves a hero's heart;

Strong as he is, yet, one opposed to all, And knowing this, I know a soldier's part. 520 Oppress'd by multitudes, the best may fall.

Such thoughts revolving in his careful breast, Greece, robb’d of him, must bid her host despair, Near, and more near, the shady cohorts press'd: And feel a loss not ages can repair. These, in the warrior, their own fate enclose :

Then where the cry directs, his course he bends ; And round him deep the steely circle grows.


Great Ajax, like the god of war, attends. So fares a boar whom all the troop surrounds The prudent chief in sore distress they found, Of shouting huntsmen, and of clamorous hounds; With bands of furious Trojans compassid round. He grinds his ivory tusks; he foams with ire, As when some huntsman, with a flying spear, His sanguine eye-balls glare with living fire: From the blind thicket wounds a stately deer;

Down his cleft side while fresh the blood distils, |(By the long lance, the sword, or ponderous stone,
He bounds aloft, and scuds from hills to hills : The ranks lie scatter'd, and the troops o'erthrown.)
Till life's warm vapour issuing through the wound, Ajax he shuns, through all the dire debate,
Wild mountain-wolves the fainting beast surround; And fears that arm whose force he felt so late.
Just as their jaws his prostrate limbs invade, 600 But partial Jove, espousing Hector's part,
The lion rushes through the woodland shade, Shot heaven bred horror through the Grecian's heart;
The wolves, though hungry, scour dispersed away; Confused, unnerved, in Hector's presence grown,
The lordly savage vindicates his prey.

Amazed he stood, with terrors not his own. 671 Llysses thus, unconquer'd by his pains,

O'er his broad back his moony shield he threw, A single warrior, half a host sustains :

And glaring round, with tardy steps withdrew. But soon as Ajax heaves his tower-like shield, Thus the grim lion his retreat maintains, The scatter'd crowds fly frighted o'er the field; Beset with watchful dogs and shouting swains; Atrides' arm the sinking hero stays,

Repulsed by numbers from the nightly stalls, And, saved from numbers, to his car conveys. Though rage impels him, and though hunger calls.

Victorious Ajax plies the routed crew; 610 Long stands the showering darts and missile fires ; And first Doryclus, Priam's son, he slew;

Then sourly slow the indignant beast retires. On strong Pandocus next inflicts a wound, So turn'd stern Ajax, by whole hosts repellid, 680 And lays Lysander bleeding on the ground. While his swoln heart at every step rebellid. As when a torrent swellid with wintry rains,

As the slow beast with heavy strength indued Pours from the mountains o'er the deluged plains, In some wide field by troops of boys pursued, And pines and oaks, from their foundations torn, Though round his sides a wooden tempest rain, A country's ruins ! to the seas are borne :

Crops the tall harvest, and lays waste the plain; Fierce Ajax thus o'erwhelms the yielding throng ; Thick on his hide the hollow blows resound, Men, steeds, and chariots, roll in heaps along. The patient animal maintains his ground,

But Hector, from this scene of slaughter far, 620 Scarce from the field with all their efforts chased, Raged on the left, and ruled the tide of war : And stirs but slowly when he stirs at last. Loud groans proclaim his progress through the plain, On Ajax thus a weight of Trojans hung, 690 And deep Scamander swells with heaps of slain. The strokes redoubled on his buckler rung; There Nestor and Idomeneus oppose

Confiding now in bulky strength he stands, The warrior's fury, there the battle glows : Now turns, and backward bears the yielding bands : There fierce on foot, or from the chariot's height, Now stiff recedes, yet hardly seems to fly, His sword deforms the beauteous ranks of fight. And threats his followers with retorted eye. The spouse of Helen dealing darts around, Fix'd as the bar between two warring powers, Had pierced Machaon with a distant wound; While hissing darts descend in iron showers : In his right shoulder the broad shaft appear'd, 630 In his broad buckler many a weapon stood, And trembling Greece for her physician fear'd. Its surface bristled with a quivering wood; To Nestor then Idomeneus begun :

And many a javelin, guiltless, on the plain 700 Glory of Greece, old Neleus' valiant son !

Marks the dry dust, and thirsts for blood in vain. Ascend thy chariot, haste with speed away, But bold Eurypylus his aid imparts, And great Machaon to the ships convey.

And dauntless springs beneath a cloud of darts;
A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, Whose eager javelin launch'd against the foe,
Is more than armies to the public weal.

Great Apisaon felt the fatal blow;
Old Nestor mounts the seat: beside him rode From his torn liver the red current flow'd,
The wounded offspring of the healing god.

And his slack knees desert their dying load.
He lends the lash; the steeds with sounding feet 640 The victor rushing to despoil the dead,
Shake the dry field, and thunder toward the fleet. Frorn Paris' bow a vengeful arrow fled;
But now Cebriones, from Hector's car,

Fix'd in his nervous thigh the weapon stood, 710 Survey'd the various fortune of the war.

Fix'd was the point, but broken was the wood.
While here (he cried) the flying Greeks are slain, Back to the lines the wounded Greek retired,
Trojans on Trojans yonder load the plain. Yet thus, retreating, his associates fired :
Before great Ajax see the mingled throng

What god, O Grecians ! has your hearts dismay'd ?
Of men and chariots driven in heaps along ! Oh, turn to arms! 'tis Ajax claims your aid.
I know him well, distinguish'd o'er the field This hour he stands the mark of hostile rage,
By the broad glittering of the seven-fold shield. And this the last brave battle he shall wage;
Thither, O Hector, thither urge thy steeds, 650 Haste, join your forces; from the gloomy grave
There danger calls, and there the combat bleeds ; The warrior rescue, and your country save. 719
There borse and foot in mingled deaths unite, Thus urged the chief : a generous troop appears,
And groans of slaughter mix with shouts of fight. Who spread their bucklers, and advance their

spears, Thus having spoke, the driver's lash resounds : To guard their wounded friend : while thus they stand Swift through the ranks the rapid chariot bounds ; With pious care, great Ajax joins the band : Stung by the stroke, the coursers scour the fields, Each takes new courage at the hero's sight; O'er heaps of carcasses, and bills of shields. The hero rallies, and renews the fight. The horses' hoofs are bathed in hero's gore,

Thus raged both armies like conflicting fires, And, dashing, purple all the car before;

While Nestor's chariot far from fight retires : The groaning axle sable drops distils,

660 His coursers steep'd in sweat, and staind with gore, And mangled carnage clogs the rapid wheels. The Greeks' preserver, great Machaon, bore. Here, Hector, planging through the thickest fight, That hour, Achilles from the topmost height 730 Broke the dark phalanx, and let in the light: Tof his proud fleet o'erlook'd the fields of fight;

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His feasted eyes bebeld around the plain

Can then the sons of Greece, the sage rejoin'd) The Grecian rout, the slaying, and the slain. Excite compassion in Achilles' mind ? 801 His friend Machaon singled from the rest,

Seeks he the sorrows of our host to know?
A transient pity touch'd his vengeful breast. This is not half the story of our woe.
Straight to Menætius' much-loved son he sent; Tell him, not great Machaon bleeds alone,
Graceful as Mars, Patroclus quits his tent : Our bravest heroes in the navy groan;
In evil hour! Then fate decreed his doom; Ulysses, Agamemnon, Diomed,
And fix'd the date of all his woes to come, And stern Eurypylus, already bleed.

Why calls my friend? Thy loved injunctions lay; But ah! what flattering hopes I entertain!
Whate'er thy will, Patroclus shall obey. 741 Achilles heeds not, but derides our pain:
O first of friends! (Pelides thus replied)

E'en till the flames consume our fleet he stays, 810 Still at my heart, and ever at my side!

And waits the rising of the fatal blaze.
The time is come, when yon despairing host Chief after chief the raging foe destroys ;
Shall learn the value of the man they lost : Calm he looks on, and every death enjoys.
Now at my knees the Greeks shall pour their moan, Now the slow course of all-impairing time
And proud Atrides tremble on his throne. Unstrings my nerves, and ends my manly prime;
Go now Nestor, and from him be taught

Oh! had I still that strength my youth possess'd,
What wounded warrior late his chariot brought: When this bold arm the Epeian powers oppress’d,
For, seen at distance, and but seen behind, 750 The bulls of Elis in glad triumph led,
His form recall'd Machaon to my mind;

And stretch'd the great Itymonaus dead!
Nor could I, through yon clouds, discern his face, Then from my fury fled the trembling swains, 820
The coursers pass'd me with so swift a pace. And ours was all the plunder of the plains :

The hero said. His friend obey'd with haste ; Fifty white flocks, full fifty herds of swine,
Through intermingled ships and tents he pass'd ; As many goats, as many lowing kine;
The chiefs descending from their car be found; And thrice the number of unrivall’d steeds,
The panting steeds Eurymedon unbound.

All teeming females, and of generous breeds,
The warriors standing on the breezy shore, These, as my first essay of arms, I won;
To dry their sweat, and wash away the gore, Old Neleus gloried in his conquering son.
Here paused a moment, while the gentle gale 760 Thus Elis forced, her long arrears restored,
Convey'd that freshness the cool scas exhale ; And shares were parted to each Pylian lord.
Then to consult on farther methods went,

The state of Pyle was sunk to last despair, 830
And took their seats beneath the shady tent. When the proud Elians first commenced the war :
The draught prescribed, fair llecamede prepares, For Neleus' sons Alcides' rage had slain :
Arsinous daughter, graced with golden hairs, Of twelve bold brothers, I alone remain !
Whom to his aged arms, a royal slave,

Oppress'd, we arm'd; and now this conquest gain'd, Greece, as the prize of Nestor's wisdom, gave :) My sire three hundred chosen sheep obtain'd. A table first with azure feet she placed,

(That large reprisal he might justly claim, Whose ample orb a brazen charger graced : For prize defrauded, and insulted fame, Honey new press'd, the sacred flour of wheat, 770 When Elis' monarch at the public course And wholesome garlic crown'd the savoury treat. Detain'd his chariot and victorious horse.) Next her white hand a spacious goblet brings, The rest the people shared; myself survey'd

810 A goblet sacred to the Pylian kings

The just partition, and due victims paid.
From eldest times : the massy sculptured vase, Three days were past, when Elis rose to war,
Glittering with golden studs, four handles grace, With many a courser, and with many a car;
And curling vines around each handle rollid, The sons of Actor at their army's head
Support two turtle doves emboss'd in gold.

(Young as they were) the vengeful squadrons led.
A massy weight, yet heaved with ease by him, High on a rock fair Thryoössa stands,
When the brisk nectar overlook'd the brim. Our utmost frontier on the Pylian lands;
Temper'd in this, the nymph of form divine 780 Not far the streams of famed Alphæus flow.
Pours a large portion of the Pramnian wine ; The stream they pass'd, and pitch'd their tents below,
With goats' milk cheese a flavourous taste bestows, Pallas, descending in the shades of night,
And last with flour the smiling surface strews. Alarms the Pylians, and commands the fight.
This for the wounded prince the dame prepares ; Each burns for fame, and swells with martial pride
The cordial beverage reverend Nestor shares · Myself the foremost; but my sire denied :
Salubrious draughts the warriors' thirst allay

Fear'd for my youth, exposed to stern alarms ; And pleasing conference beguiles the day. And stopp'd my chariot, and detain'd my arms. Meantime Patroclus, by Achilles sent,

My sire denied in vain: on foot I fed Unheard approach'd, and stood before the tent. Amidst our chariots ; for the goddess led. Old Nestor rising then, the hero led

790 Along fair Arene's delightful plain, To his high seat: the chief refused, and said ; Soft Minyas rolls his waters to the main. "Tis now no season for these kind delays; There, horse and foot, the Pylian troops unite, 860 The great Achilles with impatience stays.

And, sheath'd in arms, expect the dawning light. To great Achilles this respect I owe;

Thence, ere the sun advanced his noon-day flame, Who asks what hero, wounded by the foe,

To great Alpheus' sacred source we came. Was borne from combat by thy foaming steeds ? There first to Jove our solemn rites were paid; With grief I see the great Machaon bleeds : An untaned heifer pleased the blue-eyed maid; This to report, my hasty course I bend :

A bull Alphæus ; and a bull was slain Thou know'st the fiery temper of my friend. |To the blue monarch of the watery main.



In arms we slept, beside the winding flood, Soon as he came, where, on the crowded strand,
While round the town the fierce Epeians stood. The public mart and courts of justice stand,
Soon as the sun, with all-revealing ray, 870 Where the tall fleet of great Ulysses lies,
Flamed in the front of heaven, and the day,

And altars to the guardian gods arise ;
Bright scenes of arms, and works of war appear ;

There sad he met the brave Evæmon's son, 910 The nations meet ; there Pylos, Elis here.

Large painful drops from all his members run: The first who fell, bencath my javelin bled; An arrow's head yet rooted in his wound, King Augias' son, and spouse of Agamede; The sable blood in circles mark'd the ground, (She that all simples' healing virtues knew,

As faintly reeling he confess'd the smart; And every herb that drinks the morning dew.) Weak was his pace, but dauntless was his heart; I seized his car, the van of battle led :

Divine compassion touch'd Patroclus' breast, The Epeians saw, they trembled, and they fled. Who, sighing, thus his bleeding friend address'd : The foe dispersed, their bravest warrior kill'd, 680 Ah, hapless leaders of the Grecian host! Fierce as a whirlwind now I swept the field : Thus must ye perish on a barbarous coast ? Full fifty captive chariots graced my train; Is this your fate, to glut the dogs with gore, 950 Two chiefs from each fell breathless to the plain. Far from your friends, and from your native shore? Then Actor's sons had died, but Neptune shrouds Say, great Eurypylus! shall Greece yet stand ? The youthful heroes in a veil of clouds.

Resists she yet the raging Hector's hand ? O'er heapy shields, and o'er the prostrate throng, Or are her heroes doom'd to die with shame, Collecting spoils, and slaughtering all along, And this the period of our wars and fame? Through wide Baprasian fields we forced the foes, Eurypylus' replies: No more, my friend ; Where o'er the vales the Olenian rocks arose : Greece is no more! this day her glories end. Till Pallas stopp'd us where Alisium flows : 890 E'en to the ships victorious Troy pursues, E'en there the hindmost of their rear I slay, Her force increasing as her toil renews. And the same arm that led, concludes the day; Those chiefs, that used her utmost rage to meet, 960 Then back to Pyle triumphant take my way. Lie pierced with wounds, and bleeding in the Acet. There to high Jove were public thanks assign'd, But thou, Patroclus ! act a friendly part, As first of gods; to Nestor, of mankind.

Lead to my ships, and draw this deadly dart; Such then I was, impellid by youthful blood; With lukewarm water wash the gore away, So proved my valour for my country's good. With healing balms the raging smart allay, Achilles with unactive fury glows,

Such as sage Chiron, sire of pharmacy, And gives to passion what to Greece he owes. Once taught Achilles, and Achilles thee. How shall he grieve, when to the eternal shade 900 of two famed surgeons, Podalirius stands Her hosts shall sink, nor his the power to aid ? This hour surrounded by the Trojan bands; O friend! my memory recalls the day,

And great Machaon, wounded in his tent, 970 When, gathering aids along the Grecian sea, Now wants the succour which so oft he lent. I and Ulysses touch'd at Phthia's port,

To him the chief. What then remains to do? And enter'd Peleus' hospitable court.

The event of things the gods alone can view, A bull to Jove he slew in sacrifice,

Charged by Achilles' great command I fly, And pour'd libations on the flaming thighs. And bear in haste the Pylian king's reply: Thyself, Achilles, and thy reverend sire,

But thy distress this instant claims relief. Menetius, turn'd the fragments on the fire. He said, and in his arms upheld the chief. Achilles sees us, to the feast invites !

910 The slaves their master's slow approach survey'd, Social we sit, and share the genial rites.

And hides of oxen on the floor display'd : We then explain'd the cause on which we came, There stretch'd at length the wounded hero lay, 980 Urged you to arms, and found you fierce for fame. Patroclus cut the forky steel away. Your ancient father's generous precepts gave;

Then in his hands a bitter root he bruised;
Peleus said only this,'My son! be brave.' The wound he wash'd, the styptic juice infused.
Mepætius thus : "Though great Achilles shine The closing flesh that instant ceased to glow,
In strength superior, and of race divine,

The wound to torture, and the blood to flow.
Yet cooler thoughts thy elder years attend;
Let thy just counsels aid, and rule thy friend.'
Thus spoke your father at Thessalia's court; 920
Words now forgot, though now of vast import.

Ah! try the utmost that a friend can say,
Such gentle force the fiercest minds obey.

Some favouring god Achilles' heart may move;

The Battle at the Grecian rall. Though deaf to glory, he may yield to love.

The Greeks being retired into their intrenchments, Hec If some dire oracle his breast alarm,

tor attemps to force them; but it proving impossible If aught from heaven withhold his saving arm; to pass the ditch, Polydamus advised to quit their Some beam of comfort yet on Greece may shine, chariots, and manage the attack on foot. The TroIf thou but lead the Myrmidonian line;

jans follow his counsel, and, having divided their Clad in Achilles' arms, if thou appear,


army into five bodies of foot, begin the assault. But Proud Troy may tremble, and desist from war;

upon the signal of an eagle with a serpent in his ta

lons, which appeared on the left hand of the Trojans, Press'd by fresh forces, her over-labour'd train,

Polydamus endeavours to withdraw them again. This Shall seek their walls, and Greece respire again.

Hector opposes, and continues the attack; in which, This touch'd his generous heart, and from the tent, after many actions, Sarpedon makes the first breach Along the shore with hasty strides he went;

in the wall: Hector also casting a stone of vast size,

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forces open one of the gates, and enters at the bead The bottom bare, (a formidable show!
of his troops, who victoriously pursue the Grecians And bristled thick with sharpen'd stakes below.
even to their ships.

The foot alone this strong defence could force,

And try the pase impervious to the horse.

This saw Polydamas; who, wisely brave,
While thus the hero's pious cares attend, Restrain'd great Hector, and this council gave :
The cure and safety of his wounded friend,

Oh thou! bold leader of the Trojan bands, Trojans and Greeks with clashing shields engage, And you, confederate chiefs from foreign lands! 70 And mutual deatbs are dealt with mutual rage. What entrance here can cumbrous chariots find, Nor long the trench or lofty walls oppose; The stakes beneath, the Grecian walls behind ? With gods averse the ill-fated works arose; No pass through those, without a thousand wounds, Their powers neglected, and no victim slain, No space for combat in yon narrow bounds. The walls were raised, the trenches sunk in vain. Proud of the favours mighty Jove has shown,

Without the gods, how short a period stands On certain dangers we too rashly run: The proudest monument of mortal hands! 10 If 'tis his will our haughty foes to tame, This stood, while Hector and Achilles raged," Oh may this instant end the Grecian name! While sacred Troy the warring hosts engaged; Here, far from Argos, let their heroes fall, But when her sons were slain, her city burn'd, And one great day destroy and bury all! 80 And what survived of Greece to Greece return'd, But should they turn, and here oppress our train, Then Neptune and Apollo shook the shore, What hopes, what methods of retreat remain ? Then Ida's summits pour'd their watery store; Wedged in the trench, by our own troops confused, Rhesus and Rhodius then unite their rills,

In one promiscuous carnage crush'd and bruised, Caresus roaring down the stony hills,

All Troy must perish, if their arms prevail,
Æsepus, Granicus, with mingled force,

Nor shall a Trojan live to tell the tale.
And Xanthus foaming from his fruitful source! 20 Hear then, ye warriors! and obey with speed;
And gulfy Simois, rolling to the main ;

Back from the trenches let your steeds be led,
Helmets, and shields, and godlike heroes slain : Then all alighting, wedged in firm array,
These turn'd by Phæbas from their wonted ways, Proceed on foot, and Hector lead the way. 90
Deluged the rampire nine continual days;

So Greece shall stoop before our conquering power,
The weight of waters saps the yielding wall, And this (if Jove consent) her fatal hour.
And to the sea the floating bulwarks fall.

This counsel pleased: the godlike Hector sprung Incessant cataracts the Thunderer pours,

Swift from his seat; his clanging armour rung.
And half the skies descend in sluicy showers The chief's example follow'd by his train,
The god of ocean, marching stern before,

Each quits his car, and issues on the plain.
With his huge trident wounds the trembling shore, 30 By orders strict the charioteers enjoin'd,
Vast stones and piles from their foundation heaves, Compel the coursers to their ranks behind.
And whelms the smoky ruin in the waves. The forces part in five distinguish'd bands,
Now smooth'd with sand, and levell’d by the flood, And all obey their several chiefs' commands.

100 No fragment tells where once the wonder stood; The best and bravest in the first conspire, In their old bounds the rivers roll again,

Pant for the fight, and threat the fleet with fire:
Shine 'twixt the hills, or wander o'er the plain. Great Hector glorious in the van of these,

But this the gods in later times perform: Polydamus, and brave Cebriones.
As yet the bulwark stood, and braved the storm; Before the next the gracefnl Paris shines,
The strokes yet echod of contending powers; And bold Alcathoüs, and Agenor joins.
War thunder'd at the gates, and blood distain'd the The sons of Priam with the third appear,

40 Deiphobus, and Helenus the seer;
Smote by the arm of Jove, with dire dismay, In arms with these the mighty Asius stood,
Close by their hollow ships the Grecians lay: Who drew from Hyrtacus his noble blood,
Hector's approach in every wind they hear, And whom Arisba's yellow coursers bore,
And Hector's fury every moment fear.

The coursers fed on Sellè's winding shore.
He, like a whirlwind, toss'd the scattering throng, Antenor's sons the fourth battalion guide,
Mingled the troops, and drove the field along. And great Æneas, born on fountful Ide.
So 'midst the dogs and hunters' daring bands, Divine Sarpedon the last band obey'd,
Fierce of his might, a boar or lion stands;

Whom Glaucus and Asteropæus aid, Arm'd foes around a dreadful circle form,

Next him, the bravest at their army's head, And hissing javelins rain an iron storm:

50 But he more brave than all the hosts he led. His powers untamed their bold assault defy,

Now with compacted shields in close array,
And where he turns, the rout disperse, or die: The moving legions speed their headlong way: 120
He foams, he glares, he bounds against them all, Already in their hopes they fire the fleet,
And if he falls, his courage makes him fall. And see the Grecians gasping at their feet.
With equal rage encompass’d Hector glows; While every Trojan thus, and every aid,
Exhorts his armies, and the trenches shows. The advice of wise Polydamas obey'd;
The panting steeds impatient fury breathe,

Asius alone confiding in his car,
But snort and tremble at the gulf beneath;

His vaunted coursers urged to meet the war.
Just on the brink they neigh, and paw the ground, Unhappy hero ! and advised in vain!
And the turf trembles, and the skies resound. 60 Those wheels returning ne'er shall mark the plain;
Eager they view'd the prospect dark and deep, No more those coursers with triumphant joy,
Vast was the leap, and headlong hung the steep: Restore their master to the gates of Troy!


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