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The Iliad of Homer Translated by Alexander Pope, with notes by the Rev. Theodore Alois Buckley, M.A., F.S.A. and Flaxman's Designs. 1899





INTRODUCTION. Scepticism is as much the result of knowledge, as knowledge is of scepticism. To be content with what we at present know, is, for the most part, to shut our ears against conviction; since, from the very gradual character of our education, we must continually forget, and emancipate ourselves from, knowledge previously acquired; we must set aside old notions and embrace fresh ones; and, as we learn, we must be daily unlearning something which it has cost us no small labour and anxiety to acquire. And this difficulty attaches itself more closely to an age in which progress has gained a strong ascendency over prejudice, and in which persons and things are, day by day, finding their real level, in lieu of their conventional value. The same principles which have swept away traditional abuses, and which are making rapid havoc among the revenues of sinecurists, and stripping the thin, tawdry veil from attractive superstitions, are working as actively in literature as in society. The

credulity of one writer, or the partiality of another, finds as powerful a touchstone and as wholesome a chastisement in the healthy scepticism of a temperate class of antagonists, as the dreams of conservatism, or the impostures of pluralist sinecures in the Church. History and tradition, whether of ancient or comparatively recent times, are subjected to very different handling from that which the indulgence or credulity of former ages could allow. Mere statements are jealously watched, and the motives of the writer form as important an ingredient in the analysis of his history, as the facts he records. Probability is a powerful and troublesome test; and it is by this troublesome standard that a large portion of historical evidence is sifted. Consistency is no less pertinacious and exacting in its demands. In brief, to write a history, we must know more than mere facts. Human nature, viewed under an induction of extended experience, is the best help to the criticism of human history. Historical characters can only be estimated by the standard which human experience, whether actual or traditionary, has furnished. To form correct views of individuals we must regard them as forming parts of a great whole--we must measure them by their relation to the mass of beings by whom they are surrounded, and, in contemplating the incidents in their lives or condition which tradition has handed down to us, we must rather consider the general bearing of the whole narrative, than the respective probability of its details. It is unfortunate for us, that, of some of the greatest men, we know least, and talk most. Homer, Socrates, and Shakespere(1) have, perhaps, contributed more to the intellectual enlightenment of mankind than any other three writers who could be named, and yet the history of all three has given rise to a boundless ocean of discussion, which has left us little save the option of choosing which theory or theories we will follow. The personality of Shakespere is, perhaps, the only thing in which critics will allow us to believe without controversy; but upon everything else, even down to the authorship of plays, there is more or less of doubt and uncertainty. Of Socrates we know as little as the contradictions of Plato and Xenophon will allow us to know. He was one of the _dramatis personae_ in two dramas as unlike in principles as in style. He appears as the enunciator of opinions as different in their tone as those of the writers who have handed them down. When we have read Plato _or_ Xenophon, we think we know something of Socrates; when we have fairly read and examined both, we feel convinced that we are something worse than ignorant. It has been an easy, and a popular expedient, of late years, to deny the personal or real existence of men and things whose life and condition were too much for our belief. This system--which has often comforted the religious sceptic, and substituted the consolations of Strauss for those of the New Testament--has been of incalculable value to the historical theorists of the last and present centuries. To question the existence of Alexander the Great, would be a more excusable act, than to believe in that of Romulus. To deny a fact related in Herodotus, because it is inconsistent with a theory developed from an Assyrian inscription which no two scholars read in the same way, is more pardonable, than to believe in the good-natured old king whom the elegant pen of Florian has idealized--_Numa Pompilius._ Scepticism has attained its culminating point with respect to Homer, and the state of our Homeric knowledge may be described as a free permission to believe any theory, provided we throw overboard all written tradition, concerning the author or authors of the Iliad and Odyssey. What few authorities exist on the subject, are summarily dismissed, although the arguments appear to run in a circle. "This cannot be true, because it is

not true; and, that is not true, because it cannot be true." Such seems to be the style, in which testimony upon testimony, statement upon statement, is consigned to denial and oblivion. It is, however, unfortunate that the professed biographies of Homer are partly forgeries, partly freaks of ingenuity and imagination, in which truth is the requisite most wanting. Before taking a brief review of the Homeric theory in its present conditions, some notice must be taken of the treatise on the Life of Homer which has been attributed to Herodotus. According to this document, the city of Cumae in à olia, was, at an early period, the seat of frequent immigrations from various parts of Greece. Among the immigrants was Menapolus, the son of Ithagenes. Although poor, he married, and the result of the union was a girl named Critheis. The girl was left an orphan at an early age, under the guardianship of Cleanax, of Argos. It is to the indiscretion of this maiden that we "are indebted for so much happiness." Homer was the first fruit of her juvenile frailty, and received the name of Melesigenes, from having been born near the river Meles, in Boeotia, whither Critheis had been transported in order to save her reputation. "At this time," continues our narrative, "there lived at Smyrna a man named Phemius, a teacher of literature and music, who, not being married, engaged Critheis to manage his household, and spin the flax he received as the price of his scholastic labours. So satisfactory was her performance of this task, and so modest her conduct, that he made proposals of marriage, declaring himself, as a further inducement, willing to adopt her son, who, he asserted, would become a clever man, if he were carefully brought up." They were married; careful cultivation ripened the talents which nature had bestowed, and Melesigenes soon surpassed his schoolfellows in every attainment, and, when older, rivalled his preceptor in wisdom. Phemius died, leaving him sole heir to his property, and his mother soon followed. Melesigenes carried on his adopted father's school with great success, exciting the admiration not only of the inhabitants of Smyrna, but also of the strangers whom the trade carried on there, especially in the exportation of corn, attracted to that city. Among these visitors, one Mentes, from Leucadia, the modern Santa Maura, who evinced a knowledge and intelligence rarely found in those times, persuaded Melesigenes to close his school, and accompany him on his travels. He promised not only to pay his expenses, but to furnish him with a further stipend, urging, that, "While he was yet young, it was fitting that he should see with his own eyes the countries and cities which might hereafter be the subjects of his discourses." Melesigenes consented, and set out with his patron, "examining all the curiosities of the countries they visited, and informing himself of everything by interrogating those whom he met." We may also suppose, that he wrote memoirs of all that he deemed worthy of preservation(2) Having set sail from Tyrrhenia and Iberia, they reached Ithaca. Here Melesigenes, who had already suffered in his eyes, became much worse, and Mentes, who was about to leave for Leucadia, left him to the medical superintendence of a friend of his, named Mentor, the son of Alcinor. Under his hospitable and intelligent host, Melesigenes rapidly became acquainted with the legends respecting Ulysses, which afterwards formed the subject of the Odyssey. The inhabitants of Ithaca assert, that it was here that Melesigenes became blind, but the Colophomans make their city the seat of that misfortune. He then returned to Smyrna, where he applied himself to the study of poetry.(3) But poverty soon drove him to Cumae. Having passed over the Hermaean

plain, he arrived at Neon Teichos, the New Wall, a colony of Cumae. Here his misfortunes and poetical talent gained him the friendship of one Tychias, an armourer. "And up to my time," continued the author, "the inhabitants showed the place where he used to sit when giving a recitation of his verses, and they greatly honoured the spot. Here also a poplar grew, which they said had sprung up ever since Melesigenes arrived".(4) But poverty still drove him on, the most convenient road. Here, Gordius, king of Phrygia, which been attributed to Cleobulus of and he went by way of Larissa, as being the Cumans say, he composed an epitaph on has however, and with greater probability, Lindus.(5)

Arrived at Cumae, he frequented the _converzationes_(6) of the old men, and delighted all by the charms of his poetry. Encouraged by this favourable reception, he declared that, if they would allow him a public maintenance, he would render their city most gloriously renowned. They avowed their willingness to support him in the measure he proposed, and procured him an audience in the council. Having made the speech, with the purport of which our author has forgotten to acquaint us, he retired, and left them to debate respecting the answer to be given to his proposal. The greater part of the assembly seemed favourable to the poet's demand, but one man observed that "if they were to feed _Homers,_ they would be encumbered with a multitude of useless people." "From this circumstance," says the writer, "Melesigenes acquired the name of Homer, for the Cumans call blind men _Homers._"(7) With a love of economy, which shows how similar the world has always been in its treatment of literary men, the pension was denied, and the poet vented his disappointment in a wish that Cumoea might never produce a poet capable of giving it renown and glory. At Phocoea, Homer was destined to experience another literary distress. One Thestorides, who aimed at the reputation of poetical genius, kept Homer in his own house, and allowed him a pittance, on condition of the verses of the poet passing in his name. Having collected sufficient poetry to be profitable, Thestorides, like some would-be-literary publishers, neglected the man whose brains he had sucked, and left him. At his departure, Homer is said to have observed: "O Thestorides, of the many things hidden from the knowledge of man, nothing is more unintelligible than the human heart."(8) Homer continued his career of difficulty and distress, until some Chian merchants, struck by the similarity of the verses they heard him recite, acquainted him with the fact that Thestorides was pursuing a profitable livelihood by the recital of the very same poems. This at once determined him to set out for Chios. No vessel happened then to be setting sail thither, but he found one ready to Start for Erythrae, a town of Ionia, which faces that island, and he prevailed upon the seamen to allow him to accompany them. Having embarked, he invoked a favourable wind, and prayed that he might be able to expose the imposture of Thestorides, who, by his breach of hospitality, had drawn down the wrath of Jove the Hospitable. At Erythrae, Homer fortunately met with a person who had known him in Phocoea, by whose assistance he at length, after some difficulty, reached the little hamlet of Pithys. Here he met with an adventure, which we will continue in the words of our author. "Having set out from Pithys, Homer went on, attracted by the cries of some goats that were pasturing. The dogs barked on his approach, and he cried out. Glaucus (for that was the name of the goat-herd) heard his voice, ran up quickly, called off his dogs, and drove them away from Homer. For or some time he stood wondering how a blind man should have reached such a place alone, and what could be

his design in coming. He then went up to him, and inquired who he was, and how he had come to desolate places and untrodden spots, and of what he stood in need. Homer, by recounting to him the whole history of his misfortunes, moved him with compassion; and he took him, and led him to his cot, and having lit a fire, bade him sup.(9) "The dogs, instead of eating, kept barking at the stranger, according to their usual habit. Whereupon Homer addressed Glaucus thus: O Glaucus, my friend, prythee attend to my behest. First give the dogs their supper at the doors of the hut: for so it is better, since, whilst they watch, nor thief nor wild beast will approach the fold. Glaucus was pleased with the advice, and marvelled at its author. Having finished supper, they banqueted(10) afresh on conversation, Homer narrating his wanderings, and telling of the cities he had visited. At length they retired to rest; but on the following morning, Glaucus resolved to go to his master, and acquaint him with his meeting with Homer. Having left the goats in charge of a fellow-servant, he left Homer at home, promising to return quickly. Having arrived at Bolissus, a place near the farm, and finding his mate, he told him the whole story respecting Homer and his journey. He paid little attention to what he said, and blamed Glaucus for his stupidity in taking in and feeding maimed and enfeebled persons. However, he bade him bring the stranger to him. Glaucus told Homer what had taken place, and bade him follow him, assuring him that good fortune would be the result. Conversation soon showed that the stranger was a man of much cleverness and general knowledge, and the Chian persuaded him to remain, and to undertake the charge of his children.(11) Besides the satisfaction of driving the impostor Thestorides from the island, Homer enjoyed considerable success as a teacher. In the town of Chios he established a school where he taught the precepts of poetry. "To this day," says Chandler,(12) "the most curious remain is that which has been named, without reason, the School of Homer. It is on the coast, at some distance from the city, northward, and appears to have been an open temple of Cybele, formed on the top of a rock. The shape is oval, and in the centre is the image of the goddess, the head and an arm wanting. She is represented, as usual, sitting. The chair has a lion carved on each side, and on the back. The area is bounded by a low rim, or seat, and about five yards over. The whole is hewn out of the mountain, is rude, indistinct, and probably of the most remote antiquity." So successful was this school, that Homer realised a considerable fortune. He married, and had two daughters, one of whom died single, the other married a Chian. The following passage betrays the same tendency to connect the personages of the poems with the history of the poet, which has already been mentioned:-"In his poetical compositions Homer displays great gratitude towards Mentor of Ithaca, in the Odyssey, whose name he has inserted in his poem as the companion of Ulysses,(13) in return for the care taken of him when afflicted with blindness. He also testifies his gratitude to Phemius, who had given him both sustenance and instruction." His celebrity continued to increase, and many persons advised him to visit Greece, whither his reputation had now extended. Having, it is said, made

some additions to his poems calculated to please the vanity of the Athenians, of whose city he had hitherto made no mention,(14) he sent out for Samos. Here being recognized by a Samian, who had met with him in Chios, he was handsomely received, and invited to join in celebrating the Apaturian festival. He recited some verses, which gave great satisfaction, and by singing the Eiresione at the New Moon festivals, he earned a subsistence, visiting the houses of the rich, with whose children he was very popular. In the spring he sailed for Athens, and arrived at the island of Ios, now Ino, where he fell extremely ill, and died. It is said that his death arose from vexation, at not having been able to unravel an enigma proposed by some fishermen's children.(15) Such is, in brief, the substance of the earliest life of Homer we possess, and so broad are the evidences of its historical worthlessness, that it is scarcely necessary to point them out in detail. Let us now consider some of the opinions to which a persevering, patient, and learned--but by no means consistent--series of investigations has led. In doing so, I profess to bring forward statements, not to vouch for their reasonableness or probability. "Homer appeared. The history of this poet and his works is lost in doubtful obscurity, as is the history of many of the first minds who have done honour to humanity, because they rose amidst darkness. The majestic stream of his song, blessing and fertilizing, flows like the Nile, through many lands and nations; and, like the sources of the Nile, its fountains will ever remain concealed." Such are the words in which one of the most judicious German critics has eloquently described the uncertainty in which the whole of the Homeric question is involved. With no less truth and feeling he proceeds:-"It seems here of chief importance to expect no more than the nature of things makes possible. If the period of tradition in history is the region of twilight, we should not expect in it perfect light. The creations of genius always seem like miracles, because they are, for the most part, created far out of the reach of observation. If we were in possession of all the historical testimonies, we never could wholly explain the origin of the Iliad and the Odyssey; for their origin, in all essential points, must have remained the secret of the poet." (16) From this criticism, which shows as much insight into the depths of human nature as into the minute wire-drawings of scholastic investigation, let us pass on to the main question at issue. Was Homer an individual?(17) or were the Iliad and Odyssey the result of an ingenious arrangement of fragments by earlier poets? Well has Landor remarked: "Some tell us there were twenty Homers; some deny that there was ever one. It were idle and foolish to shake the contents of a vase, in order to let them settle at last. We are perpetually labouring to destroy our delights, our composure, our devotion to superior power. Of all the animals on earth we least know what is good for us. My opinion is, that what is best for us is our admiration of good. No man living venerates Homer more than I do." (18) But, greatly as we admire the generous enthusiasm which rests contented with the poetry on which its best impulses had been nurtured and fostered, without seeking to destroy the vividness of first impressions by minute analysis--our editorial office compels us to give some attention to the

-"'The critic eye--that microscope of wit Sees hairs and pores. examines bit by bit. When man's whole frame is obvious to a flea. Wolf. for a brief period. the voice of antiquity seems to be in favour of our early ideas on the subject. "There is some truth. A considerable part of that dissertation (though by no means the whole) is employed in vindicating the position. almost conclusive testimony to its original composition. or they to whole The body's harmony. Wasse. The grave and cautious Thucydides quoted without hesitation the Hymn to Apollo. till about Peisistratus' time. to prefer his judgment to his imagination. the poetic age of Greece.doubts and difficulties with which the Homeric question is beset. let us now see what are the discoveries to which more modern investigations lay claim. Longinus. It was not till the age of the grammarians that its primitive integrity was called in question. in an oft quoted passage. Are things which Kuster. nor is it injustice to assert. Brodie or Sir Astley Cooper. the beaming soul. the acute and valuable Prolegomena of F. rather than that of Mr. that the minute and analytical spirit of a grammarian is not the best qualification for the profound feeling. however. shall see. in the form of an epic poem.) I must express my sympathy with the sentiments expressed in the following remarks:-"We cannot but think the universal admiration of its unity by the better. no suspicion of the personal non-existence of Homer ever arose. The most exquisite anatomist may be no judge of the symmetry of the human frame: and we would take the opinion of Chantrey or Westmacott on the proportions and general beauty of a form. first opened philosophical discussion as to the history of the Homeric text. for small comings and good cheer. the comprehensive conception of an harmonious whole. merely expressed an opinion touching the comparative inferiority of the Odyssey to the Iliad. in the lines of Pope. about five hundred years after. but it is in the "Scienza Nuova" of Battista Vico. it is with the Wolfian theory that we have chiefly to deal. to be sung by himself. Burmann. (at least of the Iliad. whose very names(22) it would be tedious to detail.(20) the authenticity of which has been already disclaimed by modern critics. turning to account the Venetian Scholia. which we will detail in the words of Grote(24)-"Half a century ago. at festivals and other days of merriment. At the end of the seventeenth century. that we first meet with the germ of the theory. Indeed. and with the following bold hypothesis. A."(23) Two French writers--Hedelin and Perrault--avowed a similar scepticism on the subject. subsequently defended by Wolf with so much learning and acuteness.'"(19) Long was the time which elapsed before any one dreamt of questioning the unity of the authorship of the Homeric poems. So far. These loose songs were not collected together. and to condescend to dry details. and to entreat our reader. previously announced . though some malicious exaggeration. which had then been recently published. Before.(21) and. among a mass of ancient authors. doubts had begun to awaken on the subject. How parts relate to parts. and we find Bentley remarking that "Homer wrote a sequel of songs and rhapsodies. entering into particulars respecting the question of this unity of the Homeric poems.

nor yet upon the existing habits of society with regard to poetry--for they admit generally that the Iliad and Odyssey were not read. with regard to the rhapsodies at the Panathenaea: but for what length of time previously manuscripts had existed. whom Thucydides. there is a strong positive reason for believing that the bard was under no necessity of refreshing his memory by consulting a manuscript. nor. in the Hymn to the Delian Apollo. neither the perfect symmetry of so complicated a work could have been originally conceived by any poet. Moreover. But here we only escape a smaller difficulty by running into a greater. The absence of easy and convenient writing. for the existence of trained bards. or at what time the practice of doing so became familiar. Wolf maintained that no written copies of either poem could be shown to have existed during the earlier times. The author of that hymn." . but recited and heard. until the days of Peisistratus. and that without writing. Kallinus. Simonides of Amorgus. and when even suitable instruments and materials for the process are not obvious. Few things. But much would undoubtedly be gained towards that view of the question. to which their composition is referred. and Mr. in reference to the Homeric poems. if he had been conscious that the memory of the bard was only maintained by constant reference to the manuscript in his chest. such as must be indispensably supposed for long manuscripts. which we know that it was not. to maintain that they were written poems from the beginning. are exceedingly trifling. (25) is far less astonishing than that of long manuscripts. By Nitzsch. admits this no less than Wolf himself. if it could be shown. as well from the example of Demodokus. we were driven to the necessity of admitting long written poems. in an age essentially non-reading and non-writing. was thus one of the points in Wolf's case against the primitive integrity of the Iliad and Odyssey. even in the seventh century before the Christian aera. transmitted with assurance to posterity. The traces of writing in Greece. we are unable to say. that. Xanthus. in my opinion. if realized by him. amongst others. as from that of the blind bard of Chios. blindness would have been a disqualification for the profession. are nowise admissible. that the separate constituent portions of the Iliad and Odyssey had not been cemented together into any compact body and unchangeable order. As a step towards that conclusion. rest their case. and it has been considered incumbent on those who defended the ancient aggregate character of the Iliad and Odyssey. Payne Knight. gifted with extraordinary memory. and the other early elegiac and lyric poets.by Bentley. Tyrtaeus. in the Odyssey. for if such had been the fact. in the sixth century before Christ. in order to controvert it. nor can we even assure ourselves whether Archilochus. among the early Greeks. committed their compositions to writing. is in the famous ordinance of Solon.--but upon the supposed necessity that there must have been manuscripts to ensure the preservation of the poems--the unassisted memory of reciters being neither sufficient nor trustworthy. as well as the general tenor of Grecian legend. opposed as he is to the Wolfian hypothesis. in the ninth century before the Christian aera. The first positive ground which authorizes us to presume the existence of a manuscript of Homer. not upon positive proofs. can be more improbable. and other leading opponents of Wolf. be he who he may. We have no remaining inscription earlier than the fortieth Olympiad. "To me it appears. the connection of the one with the other seems to have been accepted as he originally put it. "Those who maintain the Homeric poems to have been written from the beginning. and the early inscriptions are rude and unskilfully executed. identifies with Homer himself. could never have described a blind man as attaining the utmost perfection in his art. that the architectonic functions ascribed by Wolf to Peisistratus and his associates.

C.c. and competent to criticize. It argued a new way of looking at the old epical treasures of the people as well as a thirst for new poetical effect. manuscripts of the Homeric poems and other old epics. Archilochus. A reading class. Not for the general public--they were accustomed to receive it with its rhapsodic delivery. noble original. is the middle of the seventh century before the Christian aera (B. 630). the written words of the Homeric rhapsodies. we should be able to make a guess at the time when the old epic poems were first committed to writing. If Chaucer's poetry. that the pronunciation of the Greek language had undergone a considerable change. therefore. pauses. There seems. in the absence of evidence. had written copies been preserved. there is in all early societies. when once formed. for with them it was not only planted in the memory. as well as the Iliad and the Odyssey. What were the purposes which.C. both readers . studious and curious men. would doubtless slowly increase. fifty years afterwards. a manuscript at its first commencement must have been intended to answer? For whom was a written Iliad necessary? Not for the rhapsodes. and the number of manuscripts along with it. Simonides of Amorgus. in that state of society. and poetical compositions having been transferred from the epical past to the affairs of present and real life. 660 to B. the age of Terpander. that _crux_ of critics. or indeed any other Greek poems. If. Now it is certainly difficult to suppose that the Homeric poems could have suffered by this change. quaint. which took place about the same period. than the rough. may well be considered as desirous to study. ground for conjecturing that (for the use of this newly-formed and important. would furnish increased facilities for obtaining the requisite papyrus to write upon. and there was in early Greece.--the Thebais and the Cypria. &amp. for instance." continues Grote. the question a once suggests itself. more like the effeminate version of Dryden. first began to be written. and conceived in conjunction with all those flexions and intonations of voice. but very narrow class). it could only have come down to us in a softened form. "At what period. realize in their imaginations a sensible portion of the impression communicated by the reciter. and other oral artifices which were required for emphatic delivery. and with its accompaniments of a solemn and crowded festival. a time when no such reading class existed. we may venture upon naming any more determinate period. must be matter of conjecture. a class of readers capable of analyzing the complicated emotions which they had experienced as hearers in the crowd. so that before the time of Solon. and who would. just as we are told that Kallinus both noticed and eulogized the Thebais as the production of Homer. on perusing the written words. Such a change was important at a time when poetry was the only known mode of publication (to use a modern phrase not altogether suitable. and the opening of Egypt to Grecian commerce. 1). but also interwoven with the feelings. had not been written.C. yet the nearest approaching to the sense). If we could discover at what time such a class first began to be formed. that quicksand upon which even the acumen of Bentley was shipwrecked. Incredible as the statement may seem in an age like the present. seems to prove beyond a doubt. Now the period which may with the greatest probability be fixed upon as having first witnessed the formation even of the narrowest reading class in Greece.The loss of the digamma. though there is ground for assurance that it was before the time of Solon. I ground this supposition on the change then operated in the character and tendencies of Grecian poetry and music--the elegiac and the iambic measures having been introduced as rivals to the primitive hexameter. Kallinus. from their own individual point of view. "these poems.--began to be compiled towards the middle of the seventh century (B. and the men who stood forward in it. The only persons for whom the written Iliad would be suitable would be a select few. and which the naked manuscript could never reproduce.

that it is almost incredible. however. the Iliad may be true to historic fact. no doubt. from his valour and the number of his forces. It is possible. Even the few passages which relate to their ancestors. that the Iliad was cast into its present stately and harmonious form by the directions of the Athenian ruler. though still comparatively few. and it may fairly be suspected in earlier times. however Mr. may have been the most important ally of the Peloponnesian sovereign. in order to piece out an imperfect poem in the character of the original. to harmonize. and formed a tribunal of reference against the carelessness of individual rhapsodes. at least over the theory. to whom the name of Helen is said to have caused as much disquiet and distress as the fair one herself among the heroes of her age. than an Achilleid or an Olysseid. Mr. that in its leading outline. and the faint echo. of far inferior sublimity and popularity. throw some suspicion over the whole history of the Peisistratid compilation. as Sir Walter Scott has done in his continuation of Sir Tristram. Whatever occasional anomalies may be detected. that in the great maritime expedition of western Greece against the rival and half-kindred empire of the Laomedontiadae. But. in our opinion. anomalies which no doubt arise out of our own ignorance of the language of the Homeric age. not even such faint and indistinct traces of Athenian compilation are discoverable in the language of the poems. In later. of which. at first sight. the preeminent value of the ancient poetry on the Trojan war may thus have forced the national feeling of the Athenians to yield to their taste. that stronger marks of Athenian manufacture should not remain. if Stesichorus. and Simonides were employed in the noble task of compiling the Iliad and Odyssey. and we cannot help feeling the force of the following observations-"There are several incidental circumstances which. If the great poets. however the irregular use of the digamma may have perplexed our Bentleys. the chieftain of Thessaly. Knight suspects to be interpolations. Could France have given birth to a Tasso. a Theseid would have been much more likely to have emanated from an Athenian synod of compilers of ancient song."(26) But even Peisistratus has not been suffered to remain in possession of the credit. indeed. Tancred would have been the hero of . Knight may have failed in reducing the Homeric language to its primitive form. so much must have been done to arrange. particularly in the joinings and transitions. might have attained a certain recognized authority.and manuscripts. It is not quite in character with such a period to imitate an antique style. The songs which spoke of their own great ancestor were. should not more clearly betray the incongruity between the more ancient and modern forms of expression. the Athenians play a most subordinate and insignificant part. and connecting parts. "If. alas! we have inherited little more than the fame. the Attic dialect may not have assumed all its more marked and distinguishing characteristics--still it is difficult to suppose that the language. Anacreon. or. the total absence of Athenian national feeling is perhaps no less worthy of observation. to connect. however. finally. amid all the traditions of the glories of early Greece embodied in the Iliad. who flourished at the bright period of Grecian song. the Athenians were more than ordinarily jealous of the fame of their ancestors.

If. Tlepolemus. Odius. by which Pylaemenes. we find no contradictions warranting this belief. the mutual frequentation of religious . "a man may believe the Iliad to have been put together out of pre-existing songs. "the whole tenor of the poems themselves confirms what is here remarked. There is nothing. Pirous and Acamas. While it is to be confessed. that. But he has also shown. as they are sometimes called. the French. can only be regarded as the result of an interpolation. Nor is Lachmann's(28) modification of his theory any better. and of Lachmann's modifications with the character of Peisistratus. has done much to clearly show the incongruity of the Wolfian theory. This. applying that term to the age of Peisistratus--nothing which brings to our view the alterations brought about by two centuries."(27) To return to the Wolfian theory. the coined money. and that the difficulties with which the whole subject is beset. without recognising the age of Peisistratus as the period of its first compilation. or thought unworthy of attention. the habits of writing and reading. were so far superior to the rest of the poetic cycle." Moreover. the unison of these parts by Peisistratus. either in the Iliad or Odyssey. in the Greek language. the despotisms and republican governments. Pandarus.the Jerusalem. the Homeric ballads. weeps at his son's funeral in the thirteenth. "Moreover. which related the wrath of Achilles. and not before his time. to the questionable dignity of only having produced a leader tolerably skilled in the military tactics of his age. but it explains nothing else. Grote. among the numerous manuscripts they examined. the close military array. that throughout the whole poem the _callida junctura_ should never betray the workmanship of an Athenian hand. of the Thracians. who is represented as dead in the fifth book. and we can but agree with Colonel Mure. and the silence of the Alexandrine critics respecting the Peisistratic "recension. and treats as ridiculous the belief that their amalgamation into one regular poem belongs to a period earlier than the age of Peisistratus. if we admit his hypothesis. "explains the gaps and contradictions in the narrative. should submit with lofty self denial to the almost total exclusion of their own ancestors--or.--it is still surprising. are essentially distinct. He divides the first twenty-two books of the Iliad into sixteen different songs. of the Rhodians. however. of the Lycians. that the two questions relative to the primitive unity of these poems. None of these heroes again make their appearance. chief of the Euboeans. supposing that impossible. we cannot help discovering that they have failed to enlighten us as to any substantial point. and the so-called sixteen poets concur in getting rid of the following leading men in the first battle after the secession of Achilles: Elphenor. at least. who have at a later period not inaptly been compared to our self admiring neighbours. In short. this was either wanting. the Amphiktyonic convocations." he continues. are rather augmented than otherwise. that "it seems strange that any number of independent poets should have so harmoniously dispensed with the services of all six in the sequel. and we think with equal success." The friends or literary _employes_ of Peisistratus must have found an Iliad that was already ancient. which savours of modernism. with all its direful consequences. and that the national spirit of a race. of the Halizonians." The discrepancy. that Wolf's objections to the primitive integrity of the Iliad and Odyssey have never been wholly got over." goes far to prove. as Grote observes. or. the improved construction of ships. as to admit no rivalry. although not very distinct in stating his own opinions on the subject.

was the work of Peisistratus. even without design. although. I must confess. Everything in the two great Homeric poems. that the more we read. like those of the negroes in the United States.. a retentive memory was deemed a virtue of the first water. Suffice it to say. I cannot. and the other literary friends of Peisistratus.C. with an intonation. even the interpolations (or those passages which. I am rather persuaded that the fine taste and elegant mind of that Athenian(31) would lead him to preserve an ancient and traditional order of the poems. and this ancient date. the Oriental and Egyptian veins of religion. in their present form. I will conclude this sketch of the Homeric theories.c. on the best grounds. At the same time. is little else than a version of the same story as that of Peisistratus.. and allusive to events passing around them. or whether the art of writing was known in the time of their reputed author. Ballads at first. occurrences likely to impress themselves. enabling us to trace the subsequent forward march of the nation. Many of these. and was cultivated accordingly in those ancient times. while its historical probability must be measured by that of many others relating to the Spartan Confucius. I will not repeat the many discussions respecting whether the poems were written or not. familiar to the latter epoch. for the first time. rather than to patch and re-construct them according to a fanciful hypothesis. both in substance and in language. as it is the best-authenticated fact. belongs to an age two or three centuries earlier than Peisistratus. however. so it is also the most important attribute of the Homeric poems. These alterations Onomakritus. undertaken the task of piecing together many self existent epics into one large aggregate. could hardly have failed to notice. Tune next followed. with an attempt. and down to the beginning of the war with Troy. &amp. as the mystical legends of former times had done. for they thus afford us an insight into the anti-historical character of the Greeks. the less satisfied we are upon either subject. Indeed. . to unite them into something like consistency. that the story which attributes the preservation of these poems to Lycurgus. enable us to judge. like the common sailors of some fifty years ago. we seem warranted in believing that the Iliad and Odyssey were recited substantially as they now stand (always allowing for paitial divergences of text and interpolations) in 776 B. our first trustworthy mark of Grecian time. and to seize instructive contrasts between their former and their later condition.festivals. probably with an intoned burden. besides which. let it be added. that I can lay down nothing respecting the extent of his labours. had they then. It is as follows:-"No doubt the common soldiers of that age had. made by an ingenious friend. and may well have been heard by Archilochus and Kallinus--in some cases even by Arktinus and Hesiod--as genuine Homeric matter(29) As far as the evidences on the case. Then followed a species of recitative. some one qualified to 'discourse in excellent music' among them. as well internal as external. were extemporaneous. are pronounced to be such) betray no trace of the sixth century before Christ. considered in reference to Grecian history. upon their memory. so far from believing that the composition or primary arrangement of these poems. I am inclined to believe."(30) On the whole. help thinking. were merely recitations. as it aided the memory considerably. that the labours of Peisistratus were wholly of an editorial character. But what was passing around them? The grand events of a spirit-stirring war.

however. the most powerful internal evidence. and that which springs from the deepest and most immediate impulse of the soul. connecting them by a tale of his own. However. _quocunque nomine vocari eum jus fasque sit. but it is to a higher criticism that we must appeal. he published these lays. or the Collector. named the Iliad. or Moeonides.' The author. also speaks eloquently to the contrary. which. he would probably have adopted. and restored the works of Melesigenes Homeros to their original integrity in a great measure. I must still express my conviction as to the unity of the authorship of the Homeric poems. Moreover. This poem now exists. did not affix his own name to the poem. Indeed. remodelled from the archaic dialect of Crete. but no mere arrangers or compilers would be competent to do so. and the Achilleis(32) grew under his hand. I am inclined to set little store on its aesthetic value. and so it has proved. 'a great poet might have re-cast pre-existing separate songs into one comprehensive whole. but most probably the former. however. Unity of design. that a poet flourished of the name of Melesigenes. revised the poems. In maintaining the authenticity and personality of their one author. under the title of the 'Odyssea. and then Peisistratus. if we would either understand or enjoy these poems. like those relating to the Cid. in fact. and that the intrusive hand of the poetasters may here and there have inflicted a wound more serious than the negligence of the copyist._ I feel conscious that. Solon first. considering the character of some of my own books. the poems were destined to undergo many vicissitudes and corruptions."(33) Having thus given some general notion of the strange theories which have developed themselves respecting this most interesting subject. and afterwards Aristoteles and others. Melesigenes knew that the poem was destined to be a lasting one. was. He saw that these ballads might be made of great utility to his purpose of writing a poem on the social position of Hellas. especially in poetry."It was at this period. His noble mind seized the hint that there presented itself. Three parts of the emendations made upon poets are mere alterations. some of which. about four hundred years after the war. first. had they been suggested to the author by his Maecenas or Africanus. To deny that many corruptions and interpolations disfigure them. The minutiae of verbal criticism I am far from seeking to despise. be he Homer or Melesigenes. as Grote has finely observed. He therefore called it the poem of Homeros. and. while the whole weight of historical evidence is against the hypothesis which would assign these great works to a plurality of authors. arguing for the unity of authorship. and agoras. those who are most exact in laying down rules of verbal criticism and interpretation. great part of it. but. he met with a ballad.' "While employed on the wild legend of Odysseus. as a collection. are often least competent to carry out their . recording the quarrel of Achilles and Agamemnon. But. into a chronicle history. for. such an attempt would be gross inconsistency. assemblies. would be an absurd and captious assumption. than of his mere drudging arrangement of other people's ideas. caused him to publish the poem under the same pseudonyme as his former work: and the disjointed lays of the ancient bards were joined together. by the people who took to singing them in the streets. in which tongue the ballads were found by him. but this is rather a proof of his modesty and talent. while I appreciate its importance in a philological view.

from Herodotus down to Loewe. they proceed to use the axe and the pruning knife by wholesale. but as yet nobody has taught us . after all. I must express my fears. Scaliger. Lachmann. that the tragedies attributed to Seneca are by _four_ different authors. a scholar of no ordinary skill. passage after passage. although a mass of remarks. and the satires of Horace. does too much violence to that inward emotion._ I do not at this moment remember two emendations on Homer. that the literary history of more recent times will account for many points of difficulty in the transmission of the Iliad and Odyssey to a period so remote from that of their first creation. mere grammarians. that they demand too great a sacrifice of those feelings to which poetry most powerfully appeals.(34) Now. But. than that the poems of Valerius Flaccus and Tibullus should have given so much trouble to Poggio. the refined acuteness--which scholars. have given us the history of a thousand minute points. we shall feel better satisfied of the utter uncertainty of criticism than of the apocryphal position of Homer. till the author is reduced to a collection of fragments. One cuts a supposed knot by expunging what another would explain by omitting something else. Wolf. and inconsistent in everything but their wish to make out a case of unlawful affiliation. that many of our modern Homeric theories will become matter for the surprise and entertainment. To believe the author of the Iliad a mere compiler. that these tragedies are so uniform. Justus Lipsius. and last. calculated to substantially improve the poetry of a passage. Our faith in the author of the Iliad may be a mistaken one. in an ultra-refined and consistent abandonment of good taste. in the very name of Homer. and others. find that they have been put off with a vile counterfeit got up at second hand. One rejects what another considers the turning-point of his theory. But it is not on words only that grammarians. that few writers of the present day would question the capabilities of the same gentleman. of posterity. is to degrade the powers of human invention. With equal sagacity. but a great many more equally bad. Nor can I help thinking. and others. If we compare the theories of Knight. which makes our whole soul yearn with love and admiration for the blind bard of Chios. There is a catholicity. and to forget the ocean in the contemplation of a polypus. and there seems no more reason why corrupt and imperfect editions of Homer may not have been abroad in his day. be he Seneca or not. Binding down an heroic or dramatic poet to the block upon which they have previously dissected his words and sentences. rather than the instruction. have bestowed upon this subject. without wishing to say one word of disrespect against the industry and learning--nay. to elevate analytical judgment at the expense of the most ennobling impulses of the soul. The ingenuity which has sought to rob us of the name and existence of Homer. will exercise their elaborate and often tiresome ingenuity. or till those. and which are its most fitting judges. I have already expressed my belief that the labours of Peisistratus were of a purely editorial character. the main fault in all the Homeric theories is. to produce not only these. not only in their borrowed phraseology--a phraseology with which writers like Boethius and Saxo Grammaticus were more charmed than ourselves--in their freedom from real poetry. but not least. who fancied they possessed the works of some great man. Father Hardouin astonished the world with the startling announcement that the à neid of Virgil. but may be so _per accidens. like Wolf. Grammarians are not poets by profession. without which our Greek knowledge would be gloomy and jejune. Now. so to speak.own precepts. seems to revel in the imaginary discovery. I will venture to assert. they cut out book after book. were literary deceptions. Nor is this morbid species of sagacity by any means to be looked upon as a literary novelty.

a well-stocked mythical storehouse from whence he might derive both subject and embellishment. even his own thoughts are a kind of secondary agents which support and feed the impulses of imagination. Were faith no virtue. except the power to create a grand whole. And if we can but attain this degree of enthusiasm (and less enthusiasm will scarcely suffice for the reading of Homer). rather. And it was this supposed unity of authorship which gave these poems their . still less. But unless there be some grand pervading principle--some invisible. In fact.a better. While. and even bestows rare gifts from that wealth of imagination which a host of imitators could not exhaust.--still I am far from wishing to deny that the author of these great poems found a rich fund of tradition. like some patron saint. hovers round the bed of the poet. to dwell upon the minute spots which mere analysis can discover. the most original writer is still drawing upon outward impressions--nay. but. local associations teeming with the thoughts of gods and great men. a poem like the Iliad can never come to the birth. We are not by nature intended to know all things. yet most distinctly stamped archetypus of the great whole. Long and habitual reading of Homer appears to familiarize our thoughts even to his incongruities. to compass the powers by which the greatest blessings of life have been placed at our disposal. What consistency of style and execution can be hoped for from such an attempt? or. if we read in a right spirit and with a heartfelt appreciation. a parterre filled with flowers and weeds strangling each other in their wild redundancy: we shall have a cento of rags and tatters. I look upon the belief in Homer as one that has nature herself for its mainspring. and a free use of the songs of other bards. and it seems as though our faith should be especially tried touching the men and the events which have wrought most influence upon the condition of humanity. episodes the most pathetic. as an Achilles or a Hector. or rather. woo the same loves. In reading an heroic poem we must transform ourselves into heroes of the time being. And there is a kind of sacredness attached to the memory of the great and the good. then we might indeed wonder why God willed our ignorance on any matter. and aware as I must be of the weighty grounds there are for opposing my belief. however. which will require little acuteness to detect. But it is one thing to _use_ existing romances in the embellishment of a poem. another to patch up the poem itself from such materials. or reveal themselves in more substantial forms to the mind of the poet. what bad taste and tedium will not be the infallible result? A blending of popular legends. we in imagination must fight over the same battles. while I can join with old Ennius in believing in Homer as the ghost. we shall feel that the poems of Homer are not only the work of one writer. But we are too well taught the contrary lesson. we are too much dazzled. Traditions the most picturesque. are features perfectly consistent with poetical originality. may crowd in one mighty vision. Sensible as I am of the difficulty of disproving a negative. but of the greatest writer that ever touched the hearts of men by the power of song. too deeply wrapped in admiration of the whole. it still seems to me that the Homeric question is one that is reserved for a higher criticism than it has often obtained. and measure the giants of intellect by an homeopathic dynameter. which seems to bid us repulse the scepticism which would allegorize their existence into a pleasing apologue. we shall have nought but a scrap-book. be present. burn with the same sense of injury. to which these shall be but as details and embellishments. who.

before the age of the Ptolemies. know or care about that department of criticism employed in determining the genuineness of ancient writings.powerful influence over the minds of the men of old. the author of which was uncertain. who is evidently little disposed in favour of modern theories. every breast which cherishes the same sympathies. mentioned above. and is obviously disturbed and corrupt to a great degree. how much that appeals most forcibly and most distinctly to our minds. the work of the poet had already been accomplished. of elevated. No poet has ever. and some other poems usually ascribed to Homer. wife. and therefore they enter. and they paid homage to his superior genius. if it is permitted to him to view the vast assemblage of grand. lawgivers. exercised a similar influence over his countrymen. is lost by the admittance of any theory but our old tradition? The more we read. "is a short mock-heroic of ancient date. others have attributed it to the same Pigrees. Heeren. on that passion which outweighs all others. from the pen of a writer who has done it full justice(37):-"This poem.--the more rooted becomes the conviction that the Father of Poetry gave us this rich inheritance. are not included in Pope's translation. performing pilgrimages to the fountain which his magic wand caused to flow. so little did the Greeks. it is commonly said to have been a juvenile essay of Homer's genius. Prophets. than seek to make it a mere centre around which to drive a series of theories. Whatever were the means of its preservation. wherever his immortal spirit may reside. it seems sufficient to say that . from another heaven than any of which he dreamed on earth. which had been called into being by means of his songs. the love of glory. of glorious productions. and the more we think--think as becomes the readers of Homer. When lawgivers and sages appeared in Greece. and whose reputation for humour seems to have invited the appropriation of any piece of ancient wit. in which they were to behold the world of gods and heroes no less than of feeble mortals. and to behold them reflected with purity and truth. to look down on his race. it was reserved to a poet to form that of the Greeks. as a poet." says Coleridge. whose wildness is only equalled by their inconsistency with each other. on which the "Apotheosis of Homer"(36) is depictured. The text varies in different editions."(35) Can we contemplate that ancient monument. His poems are founded on the first feeling of human nature. He held up before his nation the mirror. and sages have formed the character of other nations. whole and entire. let us rather be thankful for the treasury of taste and eloquence thus laid open to our use. As to this little poem being a youthful prolusion of Homer. this alone would suffice to complete his happiness. This is a feature in their character which was not wholly erased even in the period of their degeneracy. If it is granted to his immortal spirit. and will continue to enter. and country. and not feel how much of pleasing association. His songs were poured forth from a breast which sympathized with all the feelings of man. finely observes:-"It was Homer who formed the character of the Greek nation. to see the nations from the fields of Asia to the forests of Hercynia. I will content myself with a brief account of the Battle of the Frogs and Mice. As the hymns. on the love of children.

" Having thus given a brief account of the poems comprised in Pope's design. but of the numerous passages of the Iliad itself. according to Herod. especially when we think of Chapman's fine. has almost ascertained to be a law of the human mind. that this poem was another offspring of Attic ingenuity. and the fact of there having existed three other poems of the same kind attributed. It is not too much to say that his whole work bears the impress of a disposition to be satisfied with the general sense. was the material employed by the Asiatic Greeks for that purpose. and even. rough old English. and on my own purpose in the present edition. to test Pope's translation by our own advancing knowledge of the original text. It would be absurd. us to hold up his translation as what a translation of Homer _might_ be. and those who could read so good a poem as Pope's Iliad had fair reason to be satisfied. certain conventional anecdotes. And in those days. There are. with as much reason to Homer." instead of diphthera. which prove that Pope consulted various friends. is a strong inducement to believe that none of them were of the Homeric age. what is called literal translation was less cultivated than at present. with the consciousness that they must have read a very great number of books before they have read its fellow.from the beginning to the end it is a plain and palpable parody. if no such intention to parody were discernible in it. His whole education had been irregular. and of many in Asia. than of a desire to make a perfect transcript of the original. Far be it from us to defend the faults of Pope. We must not be torn from our kindly associations with the old Iliad. and his earliest acquaintance with the poet was through the version of Ogilby. . that to suppose a work of mere burlesque to be the primary effort of poetry in a simple age. and generally that the familiar mention of the cock (v. it is in a state of society much more refined and permanent than that described in the Iliad. if the charms of metrical cadence and a pleasing fluency could be made consistent with a fair interpretation of the poet's meaning. Hence his whole work is to be looked upon rather as an elegant paraphrase than a translation. but it is probable that these examinations were the result rather of the contradictory versions already existing. 191) is a strong argument against so ancient a date for its composition. bold. If something like the general sense could be decorated with the easy gracefulness of a practised poet. not only of the general spirit. therefore. which the history of every other people in Europe. I will now proceed to make a few remarks on his translation. Loewe. whose classical attainments were sounder than his own. Pope was not a Grecian.--a work which is as much a part of English literature as Homer himself is of Greek. his _words_ were less jealously sought for. "skin. and Liddell have made us so much more accurate as to amphikupellon being an adjective. that any popularity would attend such a ridicule of war and the gods as is contained in this poem. 5. and not a substantive. But we can still dismiss Pope's Iliad to the hands of our readers. We must be content to look at it as a most delightful work in itself. or our most looked-for prize. rather than to dive deeply into the minute and delicate features of language. seems to reverse that order in the development of national taste." which.--far be it from. that once was our most cherished companion. Knight infers from the usage of the word deltos. for aught we can see. to be sure. during the undertaking. "writing tablet. 58. merely because Buttmann. the objection would still remain.

more entertained with. learning. who most excelled in that which is the very foundation of poetry. and my purpose was to touch briefly on antiquarian or mythological allusions. which contains the seeds and first productions of every kind. It is to the strength of this amazing invention we are to attribute that . I shall consider my wishes satisfactorily accomplished.As to the Notes accompanying the present volume. To write a commentary on Homer is not my present aim. can never attain to this. at least. Whatever praises may be given to works of judgment. and others may have their pretensions as to particular excellences. to cultivate and beautify. It furnishes art with all her materials. and such a figure. if we cannot see all the beauties so distinctly as in an ordered garden. But Pope's version was no field for such a display. _Christ Church. as far as the necessary limits of these volumes could be expected to admit. where. Nor is it a wonder if he has ever been acknowledged the greatest of poets._ POPE'S PREFACE TO THE ILIAD OF HOMER Homer is universally allowed to have had the greatest invention of any writer whatever. and mainly with the view of helping the general reader. which masters everything besides. because they find it easier for themselves to pursue their observations through a uniform and bounded walk of art. the reason why common critics are inclined to prefer a judicious and methodical genius to a great and fruitful one. which the common eye may better take in. sometimes of a critical character. THEODORE ALOIS BUCKLEY. perhaps. to bear upon the text. it is only because they are overrun and oppressed by those of a stronger nature. to notice occasionally _some_ departures from the original. but if I have made Pope's translation a little more entertaining and instructive to a mass of miscellaneous readers. and without it judgment itself can at best but "steal wisely:" for art is only like a prudent steward that lives on managing the riches of nature. I might have brought a large amount of accumulated matter. each according to his fancy. And. therefore. there is not even a single beauty in them to which the invention must not contribute: as in the most regular gardens. It is like a copious nursery. while utterly disclaiming high scholastic views. than to comprehend the vast and various extent of nature. and if others are not arrived to perfection or maturity. but his invention remains yet unrivalled. but I trust that my other annotations. distinguishes all great geniuses: the utmost stretch of human study. Our author's work is a wild paradise. The praise of judgment Virgil has justly contested with him. In the latter task I cannot pretend to novelty. in different degrees. it is only because the number of them is infinitely greater. and is. and to give a few parallel passages from our English Homer. is. Having some little time since translated all the works of Homer for another publisher. Milton. will be found to convey as much as is wanted. out of which those who followed him have but selected some particular plants. art can only reduce beauties of nature to more regularity. and industry. If some things are too luxuriant it is owing to the richness of the soil. they are drawn up without pretension. It is the invention that.

though they did not happen. may have been found in a thousand. like an accidental fire from heaven: but in Homer. remarkable. Nay. it brightens all the rubbish about it. and turns in one place to a hearer. you are not coldly informed of what was said or done as from a third person. by its own rapidity. If a council be called. and is put in action. this "vivida vis animi. became fables by the additional episodes and manner of telling them. though they did. all the inward passions and affections of mankind. I shall here endeavour to show how this vast invention exerts itself in a manner superior to that of any poet through all the main constituent parts of his work: as it is the great and peculiar characteristic which distinguishes him from all other authors. to furnish his characters: and all the outward forms and images of things for his descriptions: but wanting yet an ampler sphere to expatiate in. as it is naturally the first. just thought. This fire is discerned in Virgil." or the like. short. and created a world for himself in the invention of fable. correct elocution. every thing lives. that his fancy. it burns everywhere clearly and everywhere irresistibly. is not discovered immediately at the beginning of his poem in its fullest splendour: it grows in the progress both upon himself and others." the most short and single subject that ever was chosen by any poet. reflected from Homer. That which Aristotle calls "the soul of poetry. every thing moves. he opened a new and boundless walk for his imagination. It seemed not enough to have taken in the whole circle of arts." It is. and becomes on fire. but everywhere equal and constant: in Lucan and Statius it bursts out in sudden. the reader is hurried out of himself by the force of the poet's imagination. and I speak of it both as it means the design of a poem. however. which. Of this sort is the main story of an epic poem. and in him only. battles. or of such as. in the common course of nature. or a battle fought. Yet this he has supplied with a vaster variety of incidents and events." in a very few. and make us admire even while we disapprove. in another to a spectator. more shining than fierce. but discerned as through a glass. the settlement of the Trojans in Italy. yet might. speeches. That of the Iliad is the "anger of Achilles. and crowded with a greater number of councils. "The return of Ulysses. which is everywhere vigorous. The course of his verses resembles that of the army he describes." was first breathed into it by Homer. this can overpower criticism. Fable may be divided into the probable. Hoid' ar' isan hosei te puri chthon pasa nemoito. though attended with absurdities. drew all things within its vortex. The probable fable is the recital of such actions as. where this appears. and interrupted flashes: In Milton it glows like a furnace kept up to an uncommon ardour by the force of art: in Shakspeare it strikes before we are aware. like a chariot-wheel. in the violence of its course. and the whole compass of nature. What he writes is of the most animated nature imaginable. Even in works where all those are imperfect or neglected. to supply his maxims and reflections. This strong and ruling faculty was like a powerful star. and episodes of all kinds. "They pour along like a fire that sweeps the whole earth before it. till we see nothing but its own splendour.unequalled fire and rapture which is so forcible in Homer. polished numbers. I shall begin with considering him in his part. the allegorical. Exact disposition. but this poetic fire. that no man of a true poetical spirit is master of himself while he reads him. and the marvellous. than are to be found even in those poems whose schemes are of the utmost latitude and . and as it is taken for fiction.

and after all the various changes of times and religions. The action is hurried on with the most vehement spirit. was copied (says Macrobius) almost word for word from Pisander. and whatever commendations have been allowed them on this head. and Rinaldo by Armida. and to introduce them into actions agreeable to the nature of the things they shadowed! This is a field in which no succeeding poets could dispute with Homer. as it was in Homer to make use of it. and contracting the design of both Homer's poems into one. are by no means for their invention in having enlarged his circle. those secrets of nature and physical philosophy which Homer is generally supposed to have wrapped up in his allegories. it then became as reasonable in the more modern poets to lay it aside. If he gives his hero a suit of celestial armour. Virgil has not only observed this close imitation of Homer. To proceed to the allegorical fable--If we reflect upon those innumerable knowledges. but. but for their judgment in having contracted it. aided himself by taking in a more extensive subject. as the loves of Dido and à neas are taken from those of Medea and Jason in Apollonius. he seems the first who brought them into a system of machinery for poetry. and Statius (rather than omit them) destroys the unity of his actions for those of Archemorus. but they have followed him in every episode and part of story. If Achilles be absent from the army on the score of a quarrel through half the poem. destroy the unity of action. and lose their readers in an unreasonable length of time. and especially the machines of the gods. Nor is it only in the main design that they have been unable to add to his invention. that there was not in his time that demand upon him of so great an invention as might be capable of furnishing all those allegorical parts of a poem. But whatever cause there might be to blame his machines in a philosophical or religious view. the qualifications of the mind. For when the mode of learning changed in the following ages. and its whole duration employs not so much as fifty days. the à neas of Virgil and Scipio of Silius are sent after him. Virgil. which as able to clothe all the properties of elements. The marvellous fable includes whatever is supernatural. Thus the story of Sinon. and science was delivered in a plainer manner. in forms and persons. and such a one as makes its greatest importance and dignity: for we find those authors who have been offended at the literal notion of the gods. Virgil has the same for Anchises. that mankind have been ever since contented to follow them: none have been able to enlarge the sphere of poetry beyond the limits he has set: every attempt of this nature has proved unsuccessful. And perhaps it was no unhappy circumstance for Virgil. where he had not led the way. and several others in the same manner. his gods continue to this day the gods of poetry. We come now to the characters of his persons. and the taking of Troy. for want of so warm a genius. Rinaldo must absent himself just as long on the like account. If Homer was not the first who introduced the deities (as Herodotus imagines) into the religion of Greece. If he has funeral games for Patroclus. If he be detained from his return by the allurements of Calypso. supplied the want from other Greek authors. The other epic poets have used the same practice. what a new and ample scene of wonder may this consideration afford us! How fertile will that imagination appear. If he has given a regular catalogue of an army. constantly laying their accusation against Homer as the chief support of it. so is à neas by Dido. and here we shall find no .irregularity. which is yet but a fourth part as large as his. If Ulysses visit the shades. they all draw up their forces in the same order. they are so perfect in the poetic. but generally carried it so far as to superinduce a multiplicity of fables. as well as a greater length of time. the virtues and vices. Virgil and Tasso make the same present to theirs.

but. he will be convinced how infinitely superior. they lie. the other upon experience. with so visible and surprising a variety. that of Ajax is heavy and self-confiding. that an air of impetuosity runs through them all. that of Diomede forward. I believe when the reader is led into this tract of reflection. of the other natural. to which he takes care to give a tincture of that principal one. in the next place. or the rest. all which are the effects of a colder invention. we take a view of the sentiments. in Sarpedon a gallant and generous one. is. yet listening to advice. in this point. that interests us less in the action described. We oftener think of the author himself when we read Virgil. of Hector. Homer makes us hearers. and Virgil leaves us readers. the same horrid and savage courage appears in his Capaneus. That of Achilles is furious and intractable. "Everything in it has manner" (as Aristotle expresses it). the same presiding faculty is eminent in the sublimity and spirit of his thoughts. that the wisdom of one is artificial and various. open. of those who utter them. which makes them seem brothers of one family. and we see nothing that differences the courage of Mnestheus from that of Sergestus. if he will pursue it through the epic and tragic writers. how small a number of lines are employed in narration. that of Menelaus mixed with softness and tenderness for his people: we find in Idomeneus a plain direct soldier. than the poet has by their manners. so many of his speeches escape being applied and judged by the rule of propriety.c. for one in the war depends still upon caution. in a superior degree. and the speeches often consist of general reflections or thoughts. and. so there is of speeches. &amp. that it was in this part Homer principally excelled. characters of courage. and they are distinct in this. The characters of Virgil are far from striking us in this open manner. and this quality also takes a different turn in each from the difference of his prudence. where they are marked most evidently affect us not in proportion to those of Homer. than when we are engaged in Homer. It would be endless to produce instances of these kinds. Hippomedon. Every one has something so singularly his own. If. Tydeus. It is hardly credible. the invention of Homer was to that of all others. hidden and undistinguished. As many of his persons have no apparent characters. that they have so remarkable a parity with those of the Scripture. His characters of valour are much alike. active and vigilant: the courage of Agamemnon is inspirited by love of empire and ambition. Duport. or given us such lively and affecting impressions of them. besides. The speeches are to be considered as they flow from the characters. In like manner it may be remarked of Statius's heroes. that no painter could have distinguished them more by their features. The single quality of courage is wonderfully diversified in the several characters of the Iliad. And it is with justice an . But they have. which might be equally just in any person's mouth upon the same occasion. In Virgil the dramatic part is less in proportion to the narrative. even that of Turnus seems no way peculiar. has collected innumerable instances of this sort. Nothing can be more exact than the distinctions he has observed in the different degrees of virtues and vices. as it is. that is. Nor is this judicious and astonishing diversity to be found only in the principal quality which constitutes the main of each character. As there is more variety of characters in the Iliad. but even in the under parts of it.author has ever drawn so many. Cloanthus. Longinus has given his opinion. in a work of such length. than in any other poem. They have a parity of character. and subject to command. in his Gnomologia Homerica. being perfect or defective as they agree or disagree with the manners. in a great degree. For example: the main characters of Ulysses and Nestor consist in wisdom. everything is acted or spoken. What were alone sufficient to prove the grandeur and excellence of his sentiments in general. and regular.

one of these epithets is a short description. which take up no less than half the Iliad. Lastly. indeed. Homer seems to have affected the compound epithets. but as it assisted and filled the numbers with greater sound and pomp. Nothing is so surprising as the descriptions of his battles. an expression will be brighter. horror. If we descend from hence to the expression. It is certain there is not near that number of images and descriptions in any epic poet. that if Virgil has not so many thoughts that are low and vulgar. the strongest and most glowing imaginable. and likewise conduced in some measure to thicken the images. for in the same degree that a thought is warmer. and similes. and such a profusion of noble ideas." there are in him more daring figures and metaphors than in any good author whatever. As a metaphor is a short simile. An arrow is "impatient" to be on the wing. we see the bright imagination of Homer shining out in the most enlivened forms of it. On this last consideration I cannot but attribute these also to the fruitfulness of his invention. and touched with the greatest spirit. and forms itself about it. but justly great in proportion to it. the landscape of Mount Neritus in that of Einosiphyllos. and the like. since (as he has managed them) they are a sort of supernumerary pictures of the persons or things to which they were joined. images. not only as it heightened the diction. and are supplied with so vast a variety of incidents. We acknowledge him the father of poetical diction. a weapon "thirsts" to drink the blood of an enemy. which grows to a greater magnitude. and had their impressions taken off to perfection at a heat? Nay. the first who taught that "language of the gods" to men. he not only gives us the full prospects of things.excellent modern writer allows. and refines to a greater clearness. that no two heroes are wounded in the same manner. To throw his language more out of prose. but several unexpected peculiarities and side views. His expression is like the colouring of some great masters. that every battle rises above the last in greatness. which discovers itself to be laid on boldly. if we consider his versification. If we observe his descriptions. He was not satisfied . and it is evident of Virgil especially. though every one has assisted himself with a great quantity out of him. It is. as that is more strong. we shall be sensible what a share of praise is due to his invention in that also. he was the only poet who had found out "living words. that no one bears a likeness to another. we shall find the invention still predominant. We see the motion of Hector's plumes in the epithet Korythaiolos. It is the sentiment that swells and fills out the diction. and that the Roman author seldom rises into very astonishing sentiments where he is not fired by the Iliad. This was a sort of composition peculiarly proper to poetry. only as the breath within is more powerful. which rises with it. and so of others. To what else can we ascribe that vast comprehension of images of every sort. and the heat more intense. and confusion. yet his expression is never too big for the sense. which particular images could not have been insisted upon so long as to express them in a description (though but of a single line) without diverting the reader too much from the principal action or figure. that he has scarce any comparisons which are not drawn from his master. such different kinds of deaths. summoned together by the extent and fecundity of his imagination to which all things. and individual of nature. like glass in the furnace. in their various views presented themselves in an instant. he has not so many that are sublime and noble. Aristotle had reason to say. this will become more perspicuous. unobserved by any painter but Homer. and executed with rapidity. where we see each circumstance of art.

than in any other language of poetry. at the same time. because Virgil had it in a more eminent degree. his images and descriptions more full and animated. Nothing is more absurd or endless. instead of being fetters to his sense. but the finest ear in the world. If the Grecian poet has not been so frequently celebrated on this account as the Roman. always in motion. and yet the most smooth imaginable. the broader Doric. from its never using contractions. It suffices at present to observe of his numbers. with regard to any of these heads. and from its custom of resolving the diphthongs into two syllables. as to make one imagine Homer had no other care than to transcribe as fast as the Muses dictated. in what has been said of Virgil. his speeches more affecting and transported.with his language as he found it settled in any one part of Greece. while we are borne away by a tide of verse. and the turn and cadence of its verse. never failed to bring the sound of his line to a beautiful agreement with its sense. that whoever will but consult the tune of his verses. that they awaken and raise us like the sound of a trumpet. and majesty of sound. and in proportion to his degree in that we are to admire him. which has a peculiar sweetness. his manners more lively and strongly marked. I hope. and even to give a further representation of his notions. I have no way derogated from his character. No author or man ever excelled all the world in more than one faculty. that they flow with so much ease. will find more sweetness. and always full. Dionysius of Halicarnassus has pointed out many of our author's beauties in this kind. than the common method of comparing eminent writers by an opposition of particular passages in them. and as Homer has done this in invention. Thus on whatever side we contemplate Homer. which agree with the genius of no other language. the most rapid. and the feebler à olic. This is so great a truth. The beauty of his numbers is allowed by the critics to be copied but faintly by Virgil himself. and his numbers more rapid and various. With this he mingled the Attic contractions. Out of all these he has derived that harmony which makes us confess he had not only the richest head. and completed this variety by altering some letters with the licence of poetry. to beautify and perfect his numbers he considered these as they had a greater mixture of vowels or consonants. Not that we are to think that Homer wanted judgment. and forming a judgment from thence of their merit upon the whole. with so much force and inspiriting vigour. or that Virgil wanted invention. We ought to have a certain knowledge of the principal character and distinguishing excellence of each: it is in that we are to consider him. which often rejects its aspirate. his sentiments more warm and sublime. Virgil was very sensible of this. . and accordingly we find it to have made his fable more extensive and copious than any other. in the correspondence of their sounds to what they signified. that fewer critics have understood one language than the other. or takes off its accent. in his treatise of the Composition of Words. his expression more raised and daring. and. what principally strikes us is his invention. even without understanding them (with the same sort of diligence as we daily see practised in the case of Italian operas). What he most affected was the Ionic. were always in readiness to run along with the warmth of his rapture. and. It is that which forms the character of each part of his work. though they are so just as to ascribe it to the nature of the Latin tongue: indeed the Greek has some advantages both from the natural sound of its words. variety. Thus his measures. They roll along as a plentiful river. and used the utmost diligence in working up a more intractable language to whatsoever graces it was capable of. but searched through its different dialects with this particular view. Virgil has in judgment. in particular. so as to make the words open themselves with a more spreading and sonorous fluency. and accordingly employed them as the verse required either a greater smoothness or strength. the only reason is.

because Homer possessed a larger share of it; each of these great authors had more of both than perhaps any man besides, and are only said to have less in comparison with one another. Homer was the greater genius, Virgil the better artist. In one we most admire the man, in the other the work. Homer hurries and transports us with a commanding impetuosity; Virgil leads us with an attractive majesty; Homer scatters with a generous profusion; Virgil bestows with a careful magnificence; Homer, like the Nile, pours out his riches with a boundless overflow; Virgil, like a river in its banks, with a gentle and constant stream. When we behold their battles, methinks the two poets resemble the heroes they celebrate. Homer, boundless and resistless as Achilles, bears all before him, and shines more and more as the tumult increases; Virgil, calmly daring, like à neas, appears undisturbed in the midst of the action; disposes all about him, and conquers with tranquillity. And when we look upon their machines, Homer seems like his own Jupiter in his terrors, shaking Olympus, scattering the lightnings, and firing the heavens: Virgil, like the same power in his benevolence, counselling with the gods, laying plans for empires, and regularly ordering his whole creation. But after all, it is with great parts, as with great virtues, they naturally border on some imperfection; and it is often hard to distinguish exactly where the virtue ends, or the fault begins. As prudence may sometimes sink to suspicion, so may a great judgment decline to coldness; and as magnanimity may run up to profusion or extravagance, so may a great invention to redundancy or wildness. If we look upon Homer in this view, we shall perceive the chief objections against him to proceed from so noble a cause as the excess of this faculty. Among these we may reckon some of his marvellous fictions, upon which so much criticism has been spent, as surpassing all the bounds of probability. Perhaps it may be with great and superior souls, as with gigantic bodies, which, exerting themselves with unusual strength, exceed what is commonly thought the due proportion of parts, to become miracles in the whole; and, like the old heroes of that make, commit something near extravagance, amidst a series of glorious and inimitable performances. Thus Homer has his "speaking horses;" and Virgil his "myrtles distilling blood;" where the latter has not so much as contrived the easy intervention of a deity to save the probability. It is owing to the same vast invention, that his similes have been thought too exuberant and full of circumstances. The force of this faculty is seen in nothing more, than in its inability to confine itself to that single circumstance upon which the comparison is grounded: it runs out into embellishments of additional images, which, however, are so managed as not to overpower the main one. His similes are like pictures, where the principal figure has not only its proportion given agreeable to the original, but is also set off with occasional ornaments and prospects. The same will account for his manner of heaping a number of comparisons together in one breath, when his fancy suggested to him at once so many various and correspondent images. The reader will easily extend this observation to more objections of the same kind. If there are others which seem rather to charge him with a defect or narrowness of genius, than an excess of it, those seeming defects will be found upon examination to proceed wholly from the nature of the times he lived in. Such are his grosser representations of the gods; and the vicious and imperfect manners of his heroes; but I must here speak a word of the latter, as it is a point generally carried into extremes, both by the censurers and defenders of Homer. It must be a strange partiality to antiquity, to think with Madame Dacier,(38) "that those times and manners

are so much the more excellent, as they are more contrary to ours." Who can be so prejudiced in their favour as to magnify the felicity of those ages, when a spirit of revenge and cruelty, joined with the practice of rapine and robbery, reigned through the world: when no mercy was shown but for the sake of lucre; when the greatest princes were put to the sword, and their wives and daughters made slaves and concubines? On the other side, I would not be so delicate as those modern critics, who are shocked at the servile offices and mean employments in which we sometimes see the heroes of Homer engaged. There is a pleasure in taking a view of that simplicity, in opposition to the luxury of succeeding ages: in beholding monarchs without their guards; princes tending their flocks, and princesses drawing water from the springs. When we read Homer, we ought to reflect that we are reading the most ancient author in the heathen world; and those who consider him in this light, will double their pleasure in the perusal of him. Let them think they are growing acquainted with nations and people that are now no more; that they are stepping almost three thousand years back into the remotest antiquity, and entertaining themselves with a clear and surprising vision of things nowhere else to be found, the only true mirror of that ancient world. By this means alone their greatest obstacles will vanish; and what usually creates their dislike, will become a satisfaction. This consideration may further serve to answer for the constant use of the same epithets to his gods and heroes; such as the "far-darting Phoebus," the "blue-eyed Pallas," the "swift-footed Achilles," &amp;c., which some have censured as impertinent, and tediously repeated. Those of the gods depended upon the powers and offices then believed to belong to them; and had contracted a weight and veneration from the rites and solemn devotions in which they were used: they were a sort of attributes with which it was a matter of religion to salute them on all occasions, and which it was an irreverence to omit. As for the epithets of great men, Mons. Boileau is of opinion, that they were in the nature of surnames, and repeated as such; for the Greeks having no names derived from their fathers, were obliged to add some other distinction of each person; either naming his parents expressly, or his place of birth, profession, or the like: as Alexander the son of Philip, Herodotus of Halicarnassus, Diogenes the Cynic, &amp;c. Homer, therefore, complying with the custom of his country, used such distinctive additions as better agreed with poetry. And, indeed, we have something parallel to these in modern times, such as the names of Harold Harefoot, Edmund Ironside, Edward Longshanks, Edward the Black Prince, &amp;c. If yet this be thought to account better for the propriety than for the repetition, I shall add a further conjecture. Hesiod, dividing the world into its different ages, has placed a fourth age, between the brazen and the iron one, of "heroes distinct from other men; a divine race who fought at Thebes and Troy, are called demi-gods, and live by the care of Jupiter in the islands of the blessed." Now among the divine honours which were paid them, they might have this also in common with the gods, not to be mentioned without the solemnity of an epithet, and such as might be acceptable to them by celebrating their families, actions or qualities. What other cavils have been raised against Homer, are such as hardly deserve a reply, but will yet be taken notice of as they occur in the course of the work. Many have been occasioned by an injudicious endeavour to exalt Virgil; which is much the same, as if one should think to raise the superstructure by undermining the foundation: one would imagine, by the whole course of their parallels, that these critics never so much as heard of Homer's having written first; a consideration which whoever compares these two poets ought to have always in his eye. Some accuse him for the same things which they overlook or praise in the other; as when they prefer the fable and moral of the à neis to those of the Iliad, for

the same reasons which might set the Odyssey above the à neis; as that the hero is a wiser man, and the action of the one more beneficial to his country than that of the other; or else they blame him for not doing what he never designed; as because Achilles is not as good and perfect a prince as à neas, when the very moral of his poem required a contrary character: it is thus that Rapin judges in his comparison of Homer and Virgil. Others select those particular passages of Homer which are not so laboured as some that Virgil drew out of them: this is the whole management of Scaliger in his Poetics. Others quarrel with what they take for low and mean expressions, sometimes through a false delicacy and refinement, oftener from an ignorance of the graces of the original, and then triumph in the awkwardness of their own translations: this is the conduct of Perrault in his Parallels. Lastly, there are others, who, pretending to a fairer proceeding, distinguish between the personal merit of Homer, and that of his work; but when they come to assign the causes of the great reputation of the Iliad, they found it upon the ignorance of his times, and the prejudice of those that followed: and in pursuance of this principle, they make those accidents (such as the contention of the cities, &amp;c.) to be the causes of his fame, which were in reality the consequences of his merit. The same might as well be said of Virgil, or any great author whose general character will infallibly raise many casual additions to their reputation. This is the method of Mons. de la Mott; who yet confesses upon the whole that in whatever age Homer had lived, he must have been the greatest poet of his nation, and that he may be said in his sense to be the master even of those who surpassed him.(39) In all these objections we see nothing that contradicts his title to the honour of the chief invention: and as long as this (which is indeed the characteristic of poetry itself) remains unequalled by his followers, he still continues superior to them. A cooler judgment may commit fewer faults, and be more approved in the eyes of one sort of critics: but that warmth of fancy will carry the loudest and most universal applauses which holds the heart of a reader under the strongest enchantment. Homer not only appears the inventor of poetry, but excels all the inventors of other arts, in this, that he has swallowed up the honour of those who succeeded him. What he has done admitted no increase, it only left room for contraction or regulation. He showed all the stretch of fancy at once; and if he has failed in some of his flights, it was but because he attempted everything. A work of this kind seems like a mighty tree, which rises from the most vigorous seed, is improved with industry, flourishes, and produces the finest fruit: nature and art conspire to raise it; pleasure and profit join to make it valuable: and they who find the justest faults, have only said that a few branches which run luxuriant through a richness of nature, might be lopped into form to give it a more regular appearance. Having now spoken of the beauties and defects of the original, it remains to treat of the translation, with the same view to the chief characteristic. As far as that is seen in the main parts of the poem, such as the fable, manners, and sentiments, no translator can prejudice it but by wilful omissions or contractions. As it also breaks out in every particular image, description, and simile, whoever lessens or too much softens those, takes off from this chief character. It is the first grand duty of an interpreter to give his author entire and unmaimed; and for the rest, the diction and versification only are his proper province, since these must be his own, but the others he is to take as he finds them. It should then be considered what methods may afford some equivalent in our language for the graces of these in the Greek. It is certain no literal translation can be just to an excellent original in a superior language: but it is a great mistake to imagine (as many have done) that a

rash paraphrase can make amends for this general defect; which is no less in danger to lose the spirit of an ancient, by deviating into the modern manners of expression. If there be sometimes a darkness, there is often a light in antiquity, which nothing better preserves than a version almost literal. I know no liberties one ought to take, but those which are necessary to transfusing the spirit of the original, and supporting the poetical style of the translation: and I will venture to say, there have not been more men misled in former times by a servile, dull adherence to the letter, than have been deluded in ours by a chimerical, insolent hope of raising and improving their author. It is not to be doubted, that the fire of the poem is what a translator should principally regard, as it is most likely to expire in his managing: however, it is his safest way to be content with preserving this to his utmost in the whole, without endeavouring to be more than he finds his author is, in any particular place. It is a great secret in writing, to know when to be plain, and when poetical and figurative; and it is what Homer will teach us, if we will but follow modestly in his footsteps. Where his diction is bold and lofty, let us raise ours as high as we can; but where his is plain and humble, we ought not to be deterred from imitating him by the fear of incurring the censure of a mere English critic. Nothing that belongs to Homer seems to have been more commonly mistaken than the just pitch of his style: some of his translators having swelled into fustian in a proud confidence of the sublime; others sunk into flatness, in a cold and timorous notion of simplicity. Methinks I see these different followers of Homer, some sweating and straining after him by violent leaps and bounds (the certain signs of false mettle), others slowly and servilely creeping in his train, while the poet himself is all the time proceeding with an unaffected and equal majesty before them. However, of the two extremes one could sooner pardon frenzy than frigidity; no author is to be envied for such commendations, as he may gain by that character of style, which his friends must agree together to call simplicity, and the rest of the world will call dulness. There is a graceful and dignified simplicity, as well as a bold and sordid one; which differ as much from each other as the air of a plain man from that of a sloven: it is one thing to be tricked up, and another not to be dressed at all. Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity. This pure and noble simplicity is nowhere in such perfection as in the Scripture and our author. One may affirm, with all respect to the inspired writings, that the Divine Spirit made use of no other words but what were intelligible and common to men at that time, and in that part of the world; and, as Homer is the author nearest to those, his style must of course bear a greater resemblance to the sacred books than that of any other writer. This consideration (together with what has been observed of the parity of some of his thoughts) may, methinks, induce a translator, on the one hand, to give in to several of those general phrases and manners of expression, which have attained a veneration even in our language from being used in the Old Testament; as, on the other, to avoid those which have been appropriated to the Divinity, and in a manner consigned to mystery and religion. For a further preservation of this air of simplicity, a particular care should be taken to express with all plainness those moral sentences and proverbial speeches which are so numerous in this poet. They have something venerable, and as I may say, oracular, in that unadorned gravity and shortness with which they are delivered: a grace which would be utterly lost by endeavouring to give them what we call a more ingenious (that is, a more modern) turn in the paraphrase. Perhaps the mixture of some Graecisms and old words after the manner of

Milton, if done without too much affectation, might not have an ill effect in a version of this particular work, which most of any other seems to require a venerable, antique cast. But certainly the use of modern terms of war and government, such as "platoon, campaign, junto," or the like, (into which some of his translators have fallen) cannot be allowable; those only excepted without which it is impossible to treat the subjects in any living language. There are two peculiarities in Homer's diction, which are a sort of marks or moles by which every common eye distinguishes him at first sight; those who are not his greatest admirers look upon them as defects, and those who are, seemed pleased with them as beauties. I speak of his compound epithets, and of his repetitions. Many of the former cannot be done literally into English without destroying the purity of our language. I believe such should be retained as slide easily of themselves into an English compound, without violence to the ear or to the received rules of composition, as well as those which have received a sanction from the authority of our best poets, and are become familiar through their use of them; such as "the cloud-compelling Jove," &amp;c. As for the rest, whenever any can be as fully and significantly expressed in a single word as in a compounded one, the course to be taken is obvious. Some that cannot be so turned, as to preserve their full image by one or two words, may have justice done them by circumlocution; as the epithet einosiphyllos to a mountain, would appear little or ridiculous translated literally "leaf-shaking," but affords a majestic idea in the periphrasis: "the lofty mountain shakes his waving woods." Others that admit of different significations, may receive an advantage from a judicious variation, according to the occasions on which they are introduced. For example, the epithet of Apollo, hekaebolos or "far-shooting," is capable of two explications; one literal, in respect of the darts and bow, the ensigns of that god; the other allegorical, with regard to the rays of the sun; therefore, in such places where Apollo is represented as a god in person, I would use the former interpretation; and where the effects of the sun are described, I would make choice of the latter. Upon the whole, it will be necessary to avoid that perpetual repetition of the same epithets which we find in Homer, and which, though it might be accommodated (as has been already shown) to the ear of those times, is by no means so to ours: but one may wait for opportunities of placing them, where they derive an additional beauty from the occasions on which they are employed; and in doing this properly, a translator may at once show his fancy and his judgment. As for Homer's repetitions, we may divide them into three sorts: of whole narrations and speeches, of single sentences, and of one verse or hemistitch. I hope it is not impossible to have such a regard to these, as neither to lose so known a mark of the author on the one hand, nor to offend the reader too much on the other. The repetition is not ungraceful in those speeches, where the dignity of the speaker renders it a sort of insolence to alter his words; as in the messages from gods to men, or from higher powers to inferiors in concerns of state, or where the ceremonial of religion seems to require it, in the solemn forms of prayers, oaths, or the like. In other cases, I believe the best rule is, to be guided by the nearness, or distance, at which the repetitions are placed in the original: when they follow too close, one may vary the expression; but it is a question, whether a professed translator be authorized to omit any: if they be tedious, the author is to answer for it. It only remains to speak of the versification. Homer (as has been said) is perpetually applying the sound to the sense, and varying it on every new

subject. This is indeed one of the most exquisite beauties of poetry, and attainable by very few: I only know of Homer eminent for it in the Greek, and Virgil in the Latin. I am sensible it is what may sometimes happen by chance, when a writer is warm, and fully possessed of his image: however, it may reasonably be believed they designed this, in whose verse it so manifestly appears in a superior degree to all others. Few readers have the ear to be judges of it: but those who have, will see I have endeavoured at this beauty. Upon the whole, I must confess myself utterly incapable of doing justice to Homer. I attempt him in no other hope but that which one may entertain without much vanity, of giving a more tolerable copy of him than any entire translation in verse has yet done. We have only those of Chapman, Hobbes, and Ogilby. Chapman has taken the advantage of an immeasurable length of verse, notwithstanding which, there is scarce any paraphrase more loose and rambling than his. He has frequent interpolations of four or six lines; and I remember one in the thirteenth book of the Odyssey, ver. 312, where he has spun twenty verses out of two. He is often mistaken in so bold a manner, that one might think he deviated on purpose, if he did not in other places of his notes insist so much upon verbal trifles. He appears to have had a strong affectation of extracting new meanings out of his author; insomuch as to promise, in his rhyming preface, a poem of the mysteries he had revealed in Homer; and perhaps he endeavoured to strain the obvious sense to this end. His expression is involved in fustian; a fault for which he was remarkable in his original writings, as in the tragedy of Bussy d'Amboise, &amp;c. In a word, the nature of the man may account for his whole performance; for he appears, from his preface and remarks, to have been of an arrogant turn, and an enthusiast in poetry. His own boast, of having finished half the Iliad in less than fifteen weeks, shows with what negligence his version was performed. But that which is to be allowed him, and which very much contributed to cover his defects, is a daring fiery spirit that animates his translation, which is something like what one might imagine Homer himself would have writ before he arrived at years of discretion. Hobbes has given us a correct explanation of the sense in general; but for particulars and circumstances he continually lops them, and often omits the most beautiful. As for its being esteemed a close translation, I doubt not many have been led into that error by the shortness of it, which proceeds not from his following the original line by line, but from the contractions above mentioned. He sometimes omits whole similes and sentences; and is now and then guilty of mistakes, into which no writer of his learning could have fallen, but through carelessness. His poetry, as well as Ogilby's, is too mean for criticism. It is a great loss to the poetical world that Mr. Dryden did not live to translate the Iliad. He has left us only the first book, and a small part of the sixth; in which if he has in some places not truly interpreted the sense, or preserved the antiquities, it ought to be excused on account of the haste he was obliged to write in. He seems to have had too much regard to Chapman, whose words he sometimes copies, and has unhappily followed him in passages where he wanders from the original. However, had he translated the whole work, I would no more have attempted Homer after him than Virgil: his version of whom (notwithstanding some human errors) is the most noble and spirited translation I know in any language. But the fate of great geniuses is like that of great ministers: though they are confessedly the first in the commonwealth of letters, they must be envied and calumniated only for being at the head of it. That which, in my opinion, ought to be the endeavour of any one who

translates Homer, is above all things to keep alive that spirit and fire which makes his chief character: in particular places, where the sense can bear any doubt, to follow the strongest and most poetical, as most agreeing with that character; to copy him in all the variations of his style, and the different modulations of his numbers; to preserve, in the more active or descriptive parts, a warmth and elevation; in the more sedate or narrative, a plainness and solemnity; in the speeches, a fulness and perspicuity; in the sentences, a shortness and gravity; not to neglect even the little figures and turns on the words, nor sometimes the very cast of the periods; neither to omit nor confound any rites or customs of antiquity: perhaps too he ought to include the whole in a shorter compass than has hitherto been done by any translator who has tolerably preserved either the sense or poetry. What I would further recommend to him is, to study his author rather from his own text, than from any commentaries, how learned soever, or whatever figure they may make in the estimation of the world; to consider him attentively in comparison with Virgil above all the ancients, and with Milton above all the moderns. Next these, the Archbishop of Cambray's Telemachus may give him the truest idea of the spirit and turn of our author; and Bossu's admirable Treatise of the Epic Poem the justest notion of his design and conduct. But after all, with whatever judgment and study a man may proceed, or with whatever happiness he may perform such a work, he must hope to please but a few; those only who have at once a taste of poetry, and competent learning. For to satisfy such a want either, is not in the nature of this undertaking; since a mere modern wit can like nothing that is not modern, and a pedant nothing that is not Greek. What I have done is submitted to the public; from whose opinions I am prepared to learn; though I fear no judges so little as our best poets, who are most sensible of the weight of this task. As for the worst, whatever they shall please to say, they may give me some concern as they are unhappy men, but none as they are malignant writers. I was guided in this translation by judgments very different from theirs, and by persons for whom they can have no kindness, if an old observation be true, that the strongest antipathy in the world is that of fools to men of wit. Mr. Addison was the first whose advice determined me to undertake this task; who was pleased to write to me upon that occasion in such terms as I cannot repeat without vanity. I was obliged to Sir Richard Steele for a very early recommendation of my undertaking to the public. Dr. Swift promoted my interest with that warmth with which he always serves his friend. The humanity and frankness of Sir Samuel Garth are what I never knew wanting on any occasion. I must also acknowledge, with infinite pleasure, the many friendly offices, as well as sincere criticisms, of Mr. Congreve, who had led me the way in translating some parts of Homer. I must add the names of Mr. Rowe, and Dr. Parnell, though I shall take a further opportunity of doing justice to the last, whose good nature (to give it a great panegyric), is no less extensive than his learning. The favour of these gentlemen is not entirely undeserved by one who bears them so true an affection. But what can I say of the honour so many of the great have done me; while the first names of the age appear as my subscribers, and the most distinguished patrons and ornaments of learning as my chief encouragers? Among these it is a particular pleasure to me to find, that my highest obligations are to such who have done most honour to the name of poet: that his grace the Duke of Buckingham was not displeased I should undertake the author to whom he has given (in his excellent Essay), so complete a praise: "Read Homer once, and you can read no more; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose: but still persist to read,

And Homer will be all the books you need." That the Earl of Halifax was one of the first to favour me; of whom it is hard to say whether the advancement of the polite arts is more owing to his generosity or his example: that such a genius as my Lord Bolingbroke, not more distinguished in the great scenes of business, than in all the useful and entertaining parts of learning, has not refused to be the critic of these sheets, and the patron of their writer: and that the noble author of the tragedy of "Heroic Love" has continued his partiality to me, from my writing pastorals to my attempting the Iliad. I cannot deny myself the pride of confessing, that I have had the advantage not only of their advice for the conduct in general, but their correction of several particulars of this translation. I could say a great deal of the pleasure of being distinguished by the Earl of Carnarvon; but it is almost absurd to particularize any one generous action in a person whose whole life is a continued series of them. Mr. Stanhope, the present secretary of state, will pardon my desire of having it known that he was pleased to promote this affair. The particular zeal of Mr. Harcourt (the son of the late Lord Chancellor) gave me a proof how much I am honoured in a share of his friendship. I must attribute to the same motive that of several others of my friends: to whom all acknowledgments are rendered unnecessary by the privileges of a familiar correspondence; and I am satisfied I can no way better oblige men of their turn than by my silence. In short, I have found more patrons than ever Homer wanted. He would have thought himself happy to have met the same favour at Athens that has been shown me by its learned rival, the University of Oxford. And I can hardly envy him those pompous honours he received after death, when I reflect on the enjoyment of so many agreeable obligations, and easy friendships, which make the satisfaction of life. This distinction is the more to be acknowledged, as it is shown to one whose pen has never gratified the prejudices of particular parties, or the vanities of particular men. Whatever the success may prove, I shall never repent of an undertaking in which I have experienced the candour and friendship of so many persons of merit; and in which I hope to pass some of those years of youth that are generally lost in a circle of follies, after a manner neither wholly unuseful to others, nor disagreeable to myself.


BOOK I. ARGUMENT.(40) THE CONTENTION OF ACHILLES AND AGAMEMNON. In the war of Troy, the Greeks having sacked some of the neighbouring towns, and taken from thence two beautiful captives, Chryseis and Briseis,

and complaining to Thetis. If mercy fail. and lastly to Olympus. Apollo's awful ensigns grace his hands By these he begs. and such the will of Jove!(42) Declare. till they are reconciled by the address of Vulcan. with which the action of the poem opens. The priest being refused. he seizes on Briseis in revenge. one in the council and quarrel of the princes. from what offended power Latona's son a dire contagion spread. the father of Chryseis. at whose return Thetis prefers her petition. And Troy's proud walls lie level with the ground. And give Chryseis to these arms again. O Muse! in what ill-fated hour(43) Sprung the fierce strife. oh! relieve a wretched parent's pain. The king. and lowly bending down. incenses Juno: between whom the debate runs high. he. who attributes it to the refusal of Chryseis. comes to the Grecian camp to ransom her. The scene lies in the Grecian camp. in the tenth year of the siege. however. by giving victory to the Trojans.allotted the first to Agamemnon.(44) And heap'd the camp with mountains of the dead.(41) Since great Achilles and Atrides strove. with kingly pride. Extends the sceptre and the laurel crown He sued to all. The time of two-and-twenty days is taken up in this book: nine during the plague." The Greeks in shouts their joint assent declare. And dread avenging Phoebus. and encourages Chalcas to declare the cause of it. sing! That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain. which Nestor pacifies. and release the fair. she supplicates Jupiter to render them sensible of the wrong done to her son.(45) And for the king's offence the people died. The king of men his reverent priest defied. and twelve for Jupiter's stay with the à thiopians. and thus replied: . The priest to reverence. of Atreus' royal race(46) "Ye kings and warriors! may your vows be crown'd. Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore. then changes to Chrysa. Not so Atrides. as he had the absolute command of the army. but chief implored for grace The brother-kings. enters into a furious contest with Achilles. Whose limbs unburied on the naked shore. Repulsed the sacred sire. and the last to Achilles. entreats for vengeance from his god. Achilles in discontent withdraws himself and his forces from the rest of the Greeks. who inflicts a pestilence on the Greeks. Achilles' wrath. But. son of Jove. Achilles calls a council. and priest of Apollo. yet let my presents move. For Chryses sought with costly gifts to gain His captive daughter from the victor's chain. Suppliant the venerable father stands. Chryses. being obliged to send back his captive. granting her suit. Such was the sovereign doom. to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd. May Jove restore you when your toils are o'er Safe to the pleasures of your native shore. Jupiter. and insolently dismissed by Agamemnon. heavenly goddess.

his silver shafts resound. Or doom'd to deck the bed she once enjoy'd Hence then. And prayers. And measure back the seas we cross'd before? The plague destroying whom the sword would spare.(49) Or fed the flames with fat of oxen slain. to Argos shall the maid retire.(52) The assembly seated. and shall remain. Mine is thy daughter. the vengeful arrows fix'd in man. God of the silver bow! thy shafts employ. Till. On mules and dogs the infection first began. Avenge thy servant.(47) Thou guardian power of Cilla the divine. Thetis' godlike son Convened to council all the Grecian train. 'Tis time to save the few remains of war. presumptuous.] HOMER INVOKING THE MUSE. And hissing fly the feather'd fates below. priest. shot a dismal glare. And gloomy darkness roll'd about his head. Inspired by Juno. Till time shall rifle every youthful grace.(48) Thou source of light! whom Tenedos adores. shall plead in vain. "O Smintheus! sprung from fair Latona's line. and fly these hostile plains. and golden rod. or some sacred sage. what the king detains Hence. And in the anguish of a father mourn'd. Nor trust too far those ensigns of thy god. rising o'er the rest. But ere the tenth revolving day was run. Silent he wander'd by the sounding main. For much the goddess mourn'd her heroes slain. to his god he prays. Nor ask. The trembling priest along the shore return'd.(51) And last. The fleet in view. In daily labours of the loom employ'd. and tears. If e'er with wreaths I hung thy sacred fane. and bribes.(50) Fierce as he moved.--the favouring power attends. with thy laurel crown."Hence on thy life. Explore the cause of great Apollo's rage. The pyres. and the Greeks destroy. And from Olympus' lofty tops descends. The god who darts around the world his rays. But let some prophet. Disconsolate. Achilles thus the king of men address'd: "Why leave we not the fatal Trojan shore. Bent was his bow. . And whose bright presence gilds thy Chrysa's shores. through all the dusky air. Far from her native soil and weeping sire. a sudden night he spread." [Illustration: HOMER INVOKING THE MUSE. he twang'd his deadly bow. And age dismiss her from my cold embrace. safe at distance. For nine long nights." Thus Chryses pray'd. not daring to complain. thick-flaming. the Grecian hearts to wound. Breathing revenge.

Instruct a monarch where his error lies. And still thy priestly pride provoke thy king? For this are Phoebus' oracles explored. And whose bless'd oracles thy lips declare. That sacred seer. and speak without control. shall dying Greece restore. But plagues shall spread. my beauteous maid. whose comprehensive view. invidious to the great. Prophet of plagues. the blameless man replies: "Nor vows unpaid. Not e'en the chief by whom our hosts are led.(54) Perhaps. Because my prize. But he. And from his eye-balls flash'd the living fire: "Augur accursed! denouncing mischief still. the Grecian priest and guide. for ever boding ill! Still must that tongue some wounding message bring. The past. 'Tis sure the mighty will revenge at last. and funeral fires increase. of all the numerous band. Achilles! would'st thou know Why angry Phoebus bends his fatal bow? First give thy faith. the present. and a priest profaned. To teach the Greeks to murmur at their lord? For this with falsehood is my honour stain'd. nor slighted sacrifice. our chief. and hecatombs be paid. E'en by that god I swear who rules the day. Nor will the god's awaken'd fury cease. without a ransom paid. Long as Achilles breathes this vital air. when subjects.Or learn the wasteful vengeance to remove By mystic dreams. with added sacrifice and prayer. provoked the raging pest. the venerable sage Thus spoke the prudence and the fears of age: "Beloved of Jove. And Phoebus dart his burning shafts no more. So Heaven. I hold. The king of kings. for dreams descend from Jove." The prophet spoke: when with a gloomy frown The monarch started from his shining throne. And truths. For though we deem the short-lived fury past. To whom thy hands the vows of Greece convey." He said." Encouraged thus. Till the great king. and plight a prince's word Of sure protection." To whom Pelides:--"From thy inmost soul Speak what thou know'st.(53) If broken vows this heavy curse have laid. Black choler fill'd his breast that boil'd with ire. Apollo's vengeance for his injured priest. and the god may spare. The priest may pardon. and sat: when Chalcas thus replied. atoned. And heavenly charms prefer to proffer'd gold? . Let altars smoke. Chalcas the wise. No daring Greek. reveal. Bold is the task. Is heaven offended. Against his priest shall lift an impious hand. and the future knew: Uprising slow. shall touch that sacred head. by thy power and sword: For I must speak what wisdom would conceal. grown too wise. To her own Chrysa send the black-eyed maid.

Or wise Ulysses see perform'd our will.--It now remains We launch a bark to plough the watery plains. But to resume whate'er thy avarice craves (That trick of tyrants) may be borne by slaves." [Illustration: MARS. Skill'd in each art. if our royal pleasure shall ordain. rather than my people fall. My private loss let grateful Greece repair. But this when time requires. or even thy own. and worthy me. but he shall rage in vain. and like a god in fight. dreadful in his rage. We share with justice. by Jove's decree. But since for common good I yield the fair. And rage he may. And suffer. And waft the sacrifice to Chrysa's shores. The spoils of Ilion shall thy loss requite. The prize. be mine. Think not to rob me of a soldier's right." "Insatiate king (Achilles thus replies). Let fierce Achilles." Then thus the king: "Shall I my prize resign With tame content. With chosen pilots. or Ajax shall fulfil. So dearly valued. Or grant me this. Whene'er. and so justly mine. if the gods demand her. and let it be A treasure worthy her.] MARS. Nor unrewarded let your prince complain. Achilles' self conduct her o'er the main. and crown'd with every grace. but fonder of the prize! Would'st thou the Greeks their lawful prey should yield. or with a monarch's claim This hand shall seize some other captive dame. and thou possess'd of thine? Great as thou art. as with toil we gain. . And some deputed prince the charge attend: This Creta's king.(55) Ulysses' spoils. The due reward of many a well-fought field? The spoils of cities razed and warriors slain. and with labouring oars. I will resign. The god propitiate. Such as a king might ask. The man who suffers. unmatch'd in manners as in face. and the pest assuage. When first her blooming beauties bless'd my arms. The mighty Ajax shall his prize resign. loudly may complain. At thy demand shall I restore the maid? First let the just equivalent be paid. the beauteous prize. let her sail. Soon shall the fair the sable ship ascend. Yet. Yet if our chief for plunder only fight. That he alone has fought and bled in vain. Our cares are only for the public weal: Let me be deem'd the hateful cause of all. our conquering powers Shall humble to the dust her lofty towers.A maid. Not half so dear were Clytaemnestra's charms. Fond of the power. Or.

But then prepare. launch thy vessels. 'twas Heaven that strength bestow'd. But know. not a public wrong: What else to Troy the assembled nations draws. and thy threats defy. ungrateful. mighty warrior! fly. Rich in her fruits. There want not chiefs in such a cause to fight. To avenge a private. I heed thee not. Thine in each conquest is the wealthy prey. a voluntary throng. For know. Though mine the sweat and danger of the day. Due to the deeds of many a dreadful day? A prize as small. Shall form an ambush. shall Atrides gain?" To this the king: "Fly. ever join'd With fraud. unworthy of a royal mind! What generous Greek. Know. secure my native reign. but prize at equal rate Thy short-lived friendship. To Phthia's realms no hostile troops they led: Safe in her vales my warlike coursers fed. Rule thy own realms with arbitrary sway. Far hence removed. and thy brother's cause? Is this the pay our blood and toils deserve. proud monarch. and thy groundless hate. prince. to all our hosts it shall be known. Disgraced and injured by the man we serve? And darest thou threat to snatch my prize away. And Jove himself shall guard a monarch's right. That kings are subject to the gods alone.At this. vain man! thy valour is from God. Whose fruitful soil luxuriant harvests grace. arm'd with insolence and pride! Inglorious slave to interest. But thine. O tyrant! match'd with thine. fly with speed away. As thy own actions if compared to mine. What spoils. Thy aid we need not. and thine to fear. and curse the hour Thou stood'st a rival of imperial power. replied: "O tyrant. Hither we sail'd. And walls of rocks. to yield thy captive fair: Even in thy tent I'll seize the blooming prize. Some trivial present to my ships I bear: Or barren praises pay the wounds of war. Hence shalt thou prove my might. threat thy earth-born Myrmidons:--but here(56) 'Tis mine to threaten. My bark shall waft her to her native land. or shall lift the sword? What cause have I to war at thy decree? The distant Trojans never injured me. Pelides. And hence. Thy loved Briseis with the radiant eyes. My fleet shall waft me to Thessalia's shore: Left by Achilles on the Trojan plain. imperious prince! prepare. If thou hast strength. Fierce as thou art. if the god the beauteous dame demand. Haste. And wars and horrors are thy savage joy. obedient to thy word." . frowning stern. Of all the kings (the god's distinguish'd care) To power superior none such hatred bear: Strife and debate thy restless soul employ. and in her martial race. I'm thy slave no more. Go. what conquests. the hoarse-resounding main.

Force through the Greeks. His heart swell'd high. "Descends Minerva. Then in the sheath return'd the shining blade. to the gods resign'd. But sheathe. Which thus redoubling on Atrides broke: "O monster! mix'd of insolence and fear. The force of keen reproaches let him feel. And calm the rising tempest of his soul. but in heart a deer! When wert thou known in ambush'd fights to dare. to him alone confess'd. and sudden to the goddess cries. By awful Juno this command is given." To her Pelides:--"With regardful ear. He sees. observant of the blue-eyed maid. Just as in anguish of suspense he stay'd. Sent by the sister and the wife of Jove (For both the princes claim'd her equal care). While half unsheathed appear'd the glittering blade. Then let revenge no longer bear the sway. A heavenly witness of the wrongs I bear From Atreus' son?--Then let those eyes that view The daring crime. with grief and rage oppress'd. and by the golden hair Achilles seized. . in her guardian care. O goddess! I thy dictates hear. Distracting thoughts by turns his bosom ruled." He said. Thou dog in forehead.Achilles heard. A sable cloud conceal'd her from the rest. Command thy passions." "Forbear (the progeny of Jove replies) To calm thy fury I forsake the skies: Let great Achilles. and the gods obey. The king and you are both the care of heaven. the chance of fighting fields to try. my vengeance I suppress: Those who revere the gods the gods will bless. The goddess swift to high Olympus flies. and labour'd in his breast. obedient. When the proud monarch shall thy arms implores And bribe thy friendship with a boundless store. and now by reason cool'd: That prompts his hand to draw the deadly sword. thy revenging steel.(57) Minerva swift descended from above. Now fired by wrath. Known by the flames that sparkle from her eyes: [Illustration: MINERVA REPRESSING THE FURY OF ACHILLES. Nor yet the rage his boiling breast forsook. behold the vengeance too. For I pronounce (and trust a heavenly power) Thy injured honour has its fated hour. 'Tis just. This whispers soft his vengeance to control. Or nobly face the horrid front of war? 'Tis ours. and pierce their haughty lord.] MINERVA REPRESSING THE FURY OF ACHILLES. To reason yield the empire o'er his mind. Hard as it is. And joins the sacred senate of the skies. Behind she stood.

and happy by his sway. By this I swear:--when bleeding Greece again Shall call Achilles. endued with more than mortal might. she shall call in vain. And smit with love of honourable deeds. form'd by temper'd steel to prove An ensign of the delegates of Jove. Forced to deplore when impotent to save: Then rage in bitterness of soul to know This act has made the bravest Greek thy foe. Then shall thou mourn the affront thy madness gave. Such as no more these aged eyes shall view! Lives there a chief to match Pirithous' fame.Thine to look on. from his lips distill'd:(58) Two generations now had pass'd away. Theseus. lost to sense of generous freedom past. Hector comes to spread The purpled shore with mountains of the dead. what woe is this to Greece! what joy To Troy's proud monarch. Which never more shall leaves or blossoms bear. and furious hurl'd against the ground His sceptre starr'd with golden studs around: Then sternly silent sat. Which sever'd from the trunk (as I from thee) On the bare mountains left its parent tree. or Ceneus' deathless name. than despoil a foe. Or Polyphemus. Wise by his rules. Young as ye are. flush'd with slaughter. violent and base! Sent in Jove's anger on a slavish race. Are tamed to wrongs. Experienced Nestor. and bid the valiant die: So much 'tis safer through the camp to go. this youthful heat restrain. Dryas the bold. they pierced the mountain boar. . And rob a subject.--or this had been thy last. Who. And from their hills the shaggy Centaurs tore: Yet these with soft persuasive arts I sway'd. Fired with the thirst which virtuous envy breeds. of the Grecian state. in persuasion skill'd. Scourge of thy people. And now the example of the third remain'd. From whom the power of laws and justice springs (Tremendous oath! inviolate to kings)." He spoke. Nor think your Nestor's years and wisdom vain. Now by this sacred sceptre hear me swear. sweet as honey. This sceptre. to toils of battle bred. With like disdain The raging king return'd his frowns again. Words. A godlike race of heroes once I knew. Ranged the wild deserts red with monsters' gore. Slow from his seat arose the Pylian sage. To calm their passion with the words of age. and the friends of Troy! That adverse gods commit to stern debate The best. the bravest. Two ages o'er his native realm he reign'd. All view'd with awe the venerable man. like the gods in fight? With these of old. Who thus with mild benevolence began:-"What shame. In early youth my hardy days I led. Strongest of men. When.

And sage Ulysses with the conduct graced: Safe in her sides the hecatomb they stow'd. Shall stream in vengeance on my reeking blade. hear my age advise. and cast the ablutions in the main. Before his pride must his superiors fall. The host to expiate next the king prepares. Should I submit to each unjust decree:-Command thy vassals. young warriors.When Nestor spoke. The pride of Greece. His word the law. But that imperious. that unconquer'd soul. whom the Grecians doom'd My prize of war. even these esteem'd me wise. seize not on the beauteous slave. The king of men replies: "Thy years are awful. and still to serve in vain. Him. and thy words are wise. Forbid it. yet tamely see resumed. Let both unite with well-consenting mind. Rule thou thyself. cut the liquid road. With pure lustrations. treat our prince with pride. the pious train(59) Are cleansed. but command not me." At this they ceased: the stern debate expired: The chiefs in sullen majesty retired. awful majesty exalts above The powers of earth. Meantime Atrides launch'd with numerous oars A well-rigg'd ship for Chrysa's sacred shores: High on the deck was fair Chryseis placed. No laws can limit. Achilles with Patroclus took his way Where near his tents his hollow vessels lay. The gods command me to forgive the past: But let this first invasion be the last: For know. So shall authority with strength be join'd." This said. he ceased. as more advanced in age. Has foul reproach a privilege from heaven?" Here on the monarch's speech Achilles broke. no respect control. gods! Achilles should be lost. they listen'd and obey'd. . If in my youth. and of a goddess born. Seize on Briseis. and sceptred sons of Jove. I well deserved thy galling chain. and with solemn prayers. no more Achilles draws His conquering sword in any woman's cause. Then swiftly sailing. Like gods in strength. Achilles. and interrupting spoke: "Tyrant. To live thy slave. thus. Wash'd by the briny wave. and he the lord of all? Him must our hosts. thy blood. the first honours of the war adorn. And furious. Leave me. Let kings be just. That prize the Greeks by common suffrage gave: Nor thou. when next thou darest invade. Do you. our chiefs. and sovereign power preside. Atrides. O king! to calm Achilles' rage. and bulwark of our host. And seize secure. ourself obey? What king can bear a rival in his sway? Grant that the gods his matchless force have given. Thee.

to your prince declare (That lawless tyrant whose commands you bear). To wait his will two sacred heralds stood. The sable fumes in curling spires arise. At awful distance long they silent stand. That kindred deep from whence his mother sprung:(61) There bathed in tears of anger and disdain. The army thus in sacred rites engaged. slow-moving o'er the strand. Sure to so short a race of glory born. and proclaim my vow. the hero in his tent they find. O'er the wild margin of the deep he hung. Blind to himself. or if they will not part. Ye sacred ministers of men and gods!(60) I know your message. heralds. Ourself in arms shall tear her from his heart. Not you. haste. retiring to the sounding shore. and loudest. in soft sorrows. With gloomy aspect on his arm reclined. But sad. by constraint you came. And waft their grateful odours to the skies. Not so his loss the fierce Achilles bore. and thus with accent mild began: "With leave and honour enter our abodes. as the heralds held her hand. Talthybius and Eurybates the good." The unwilling heralds act their lord's commands. Unmoved as death Achilles shall remain. Thus loud lamented to the stormy main: "O parent goddess! since in early bloom Thy son must fall. Atrides still with deep resentment raged. and men below! But first. and in pensive thought.Along the shore whole hecatombs were laid. Though prostrate Greece shall bleed at every vein: The raging chief in frantic passion lost. and useless to his host. Unskill'd to judge the future by the past. "Haste to the fierce Achilles' tent (he cries). But witness. In blood and slaughter shall repent at last.] THE DEPARTURE OF BRISEIS FROM THE TENT OF ACHILLES. Conduct my captive to the haughty king. but your imperious lord I blame. And bulls and goats to Phoebus' altars paid. Great Jove in justice should this span adorn: . She. by too severe a doom. and speak their hard command. Thence bear Briseis as our royal prize: Submit he must. Loth to advance. Patroclus now the unwilling beauty brought. And of look'd back." [Illustration: THE DEPARTURE OF BRISEIS FROM THE TENT OF ACHILLES. the fair Briseis bring. Witness to gods above. Pass'd silent. Decent confusion! This the godlike man Perceived. Patroclus. Pensive they walk along the barren sands: Arrived.

When bold rebellion shook the realms above. faith. The traitor-gods. Intreating all. to the general's bed. Beheld him mourning on the naked shores. Durst threat with chains the omnipotence of Heaven. The waves divide. That thou stood'st forth of all the ethereal host. But bright Chryseis. and pierce the Grecian hearts. And points the crime. heavenly prize! was led. plead in vain. The priest to reverence. Not so Atrides: he. goddess! thou thy suppliant son attend. But now he seized Briseis' heavenly charms. Where aged Ocean holds his watery reign. and resumes my prize. To high Olympus' shining court ascend. and. and trust a parent's care." He deeply sighing said: "To tell my woe Is but to mention what too well you know. by mad ambition driven. With treasure loaded and triumphant spoils. the monarch storm'd. Oft hast thou triumph'd in the glorious boast. The undaunted guard of cloud-compelling Jove: When the bright partner of his awful reign. Defrauds the votes of all the Grecian train.(63) And service. Held forth the sceptre and the laurel crown. And like a mist she rose above the tide. and justice. inspired by heaven. The sire insulted. and his threats perform'd: The fair Chryseis to her sire was sent. Obscures my glories. And ill he pays the promise of a god. The priest of Phoebus sought by gifts to gain His beauteous daughter from the victor's chain. and Phoebus heard the prayer: A dreadful plague ensues: the avenging darts Incessant fly. Whose just division crown'd the soldier's toils. Urge all the ties to former service owed. The fleet he reach'd. sacred to Apollo's name(62) (Aetion's realm). But. And sue for vengeance to the thundering god. And thus the sorrows of his soul explores. A prophet then. "Why grieves my son? Thy anguish let me share. Reveal the cause. The goddess-mother heard." Far from the deep recesses of the main. With offer'd gifts to make the god relent. The warlike maid. lowly bending down. and thence derives the woes: Myself the first the assembled chiefs incline To avert the vengeance of the power divine. and his gifts denied: The insulted sire (his god's peculiar care) To Phoebus pray'd. arose. but chief implored for grace The brother-kings of Atreus' royal race: The generous Greeks their joint consent declare. and release the fair. our conquering army came. From Thebe. with wonted pride. By vote selected. And of my valour's prize defrauds my arms.Honour and fame at least the thunderer owed. Incensed he threaten'd. . Then rising in his wrath. If yon proud monarch thus thy son defies. and monarch of the main.

the monster Titan came (Whom gods Briareus. Now mix with mortals. from camps remote. And mourn in blood that e'er he durst disgrace The boldest warrior of the Grecian race. far from Ilion should thy vessels sail. Beneath the deck the destined victims stow'd: The sails they furl'd. Not he that shakes the solid earth so strong: With giant-pride at Jove's high throne he stands. alas! too nearly threats my son. they lash the mast aside." [Illustration: THETIS CALLING BRIAREUS TO THE ASSISTANCE OF JUPITER. goddess. Next on the shore their hecatomb they land." The goddess spoke: the rolling waves unclose.(64) This. and nursed for future woes?(65) So short a space the light of heaven to view! So short a space! and fill'd with sorrow too! O might a parent's careful wish prevail. trembled. men à geon name).(66) Twelve days the powers indulge the genial rite. and the pinnace tied. And left him sorrowing on the lonely coast. this to his remembrance call. Then down the steep she plunged from whence she rose. Through wondering skies enormous stalk'd along. Yet (what I can) to move thy suit I'll go To great Olympus crown'd with fleecy snow. In Chrysa's port now sage Ulysses rode. And dropp'd their anchors. Returning with the twelfth revolving light. To heap the shores with copious death.] THETIS CALLING BRIAREUS TO THE ASSISTANCE OF JUPITER.Then. The sire of gods and all the ethereal train. thus returning from the furrow'd main. not mingle in the war. at his tribunal fall. and bring The Greeks to know the curse of such a king. They dropp'd the fetters. the danger shun Which now. Then will I mount the brazen dome. Chryseis last descending on the strand. While tears celestial trickle from her eyes) Why have I borne thee with a mother's throes. secure within thy ships. Conjure him far to drive the Grecian train. In wild resentment for the fair he lost. To Fates averse. "Unhappy son! (fair Thetis thus replies. Far. On the warm limits of the farthest main. . and adored. Embrace his knees. To hurl them headlong to their fleet and main. And brandish'd round him all his hundred hands: The affrighted gods confess'd their awful lord. nor disdain to grace The feasts of à thiopia's blameless race. call'd by thee. Her. Let Agamemnon lift his haughty head O'er all his wide dominion of the dead. And thou. Meantime. Ulysses led to Phoebus' sacred fane. and move The high tribunal of immortal Jove. from far Behold the field.

With pure libations they conclude the feast. selected to the gods. Apollo heard his prayer: And now the Greeks their hecatomb prepare. dispense the flowing bowls around. And solemn voice. with their heads to heaven.Where at his solemn altar. Whose power incircles Cilla the divine. Supplied by Phoebus. Thy direful darts inflict the raging pest: Once more attend! avert the wasteful woe. restored. Then near the altar of the darting king. And smile propitious. and unbend thy bow. desist to wound." So Chryses pray'd. Pours the black wine. Whose sacred eye thy Tenedos surveys. in double cauls involved with art. Till rosy morn had purpled o'er the sky: Then launch. The youths with wine the copious goblets crown'd. With water purify their hands. And burns the offering with his holy hands. The parted ocean foams and roars below: Above the bounding billows swift they flew. 'Twas night. the priest directs his prayer: "God of the silver bow. transfix. The assistants part. and approves the song.(69) With hymns divine the joyous banquet ends. Accept the hecatomb the Greeks prepare. While thus with arms devoutly raised in air. The youth with instruments surround the fire: The thighs thus sacrificed. the sire embraced the maid again. and roast the rest: Then spread the tables. And may thy god who scatters darts around. When now the rage of hunger was repress'd. And gilds fair Chrysa with distinguish'd rays! If. fill the swelling sails. and take The sacred offering of the salted cake. the grateful notes prolong. thus the hero said: "Hail. The thighs. Between their horns the salted barley threw. Disposed in rank their hecatomb they bring. and hoist the mast: indulgent gales. as the maid He gave to Chryses. The choicest morsels lay from every part. the chiefs beside their vessel lie."(67) At this. Apollo listens. The paeans lengthen'd till the sun descends: The Greeks. fired to vengeance at thy priest's request. thy ear incline. the victims slew:(68) The limbs they sever from the inclosing hide. and sees the flames aspire. Atoned by sacrifice. and entrails dress'd. and each receives his share. So sadly lost. The priest himself before his altar stands. Each takes his seat. reverend priest! to Phoebus' awful dome A suppliant I from great Atrides come: Unransom'd. here receive the spotless fair. divide: On these. the repast prepare. The milk-white canvas bellying as they blow. And. pleased. . so lately sought in vain. And.

But raging still. The thunderer sat. amidst his navy sat The stern Achilles. Nor mix'd in combat. aid the Trojan arms? Go. Still grasp'd his knees. and props the clouds. (The crooked keel divides the yellow sand.) Then part. When. or my actions aid. and now dishonour'd too. But part in peace. Fame is at least by heavenly promise due To life so short. why should Jove engage In foreign contests and domestic rage. and Juno's fierce alarms. and high above the rest. Leads the long order of ethereal powers.] THETIS ENTREATING JUPITER TO HONOUR ACHILLES. first ascending from the watery bowers. "O sire of gods and men! thy suppliant hear. of all the powers above. but Jove in silence held The sacred counsels of his breast conceal'd. Rose from the flood the daughter of the sea: And to the seats divine her flight address'd. for what has Jove to fear? Or oh! declare. where old Olympus shrouds His hundred heads in heaven. Far on the beach they haul their bark to land. Not so repulsed. secure thy prayer is sped: ." [Illustration: THETIS ENTREATING JUPITER TO HONOUR ACHILLES. The gods' complaints. and the Trojans rise. The ships and tents in mingled prospect lay. and one his knees embraced. Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies: "What hast thou ask'd? ah. too partial. And scenes of blood rise dreadful in his soul. Thus Thetis spoke. Is wretched Thetis least the care of Jove?" She said. And pay in glory what in life you owe. O father of the gods! (she said) My words could please thee. Some marks of honour on my son bestow. thus the god replies. and urged the dear request. lest the haughty partner of my sway With jealous eyes thy close access survey. "If e'er. There. like the morning-mist in early day. While I. Suppliant the goddess stood: one hand she placed Beneath his beard. far apart. sighing. Refuse. O ever just and wise! Let Greece be humbled. Avenge this wrong.Till now the Grecian camp appear'd in view. the goddess closer press'd. and. Till the proud king and all the Achaian race Shall heap with honours him they now disgrace. and now the dawning light The gods had summon'd to the Olympian height: Jove. But wasting cares lay heavy on his mind: In his black thoughts revenge and slaughter roll. nor in council join'd. stedfast in his hate. or grant. where stretch'd along the winding bay. Twelve days were past.

(70) Shakes his ambrosial curls. submit. But dread the power of this avenging hand: The united strength of all the gods above . Let this suffice: the immutable decree No force can shake: what is. fix'd. "Say. The faithful. To grace her fierce. for me. thou the first shalt know. What favourite goddess then those cares divides." Full on the sire the goddess of the skies Roll'd the large orbs of her majestic eyes. but the god's imperious queen alone: Late had she view'd the silver-footed dame. In close consult. inexorable son? Perhaps in Grecian blood to drench the plain. that ought to be. Before the majesty of heaven appear. That strives to learn what heaven resolves to hide. the silver-footed queen. remains in force. shall search the thoughts that roll Deep in the close recesses of my soul. The nod that ratifies the will divine. and from their thrones of state Arising silent. And thus return'd:--"Austere Saturnius. wrapp'd in holy fear. From whence this wrath. Trembling they stand. and men below. The shining synod of the immortals wait The coming god. and odious to thy lord. But 'tis for Greece I fear: for late was seen. Vain is the search. Nor was the signal vain that shook the sky. Which Jove in prudence from his consort hides?" To this the thunderer: "Seek not thou to find The sacred counsels of almighty mind: Involved in darkness likes the great decree. presumptuous and abhorr'd. The first of gods above. Jove to his starry mansions in the skies. Goddess." Then thus the god: "O restless fate of pride. say. while Jove assumes the throne. And glut his vengeance with my people slain. Who now partakes the secrets of the skies? Thy Juno knows not the decrees of fate. Nor can the depths of fate be pierced by thee. What fatal favour has the goddess won. And all thy counsels take the destined course. But thou. irrevocable sign. and gives the nod. And all Olympus to the centre shook. or who controls thy sway? Thy boundless will. Anxious to thee. artful manager of heaven (she cries). and awful bends his sable brows. and this fulfils thy vows--" He spoke. All. nor dare our will withstand. In vain the partner of imperial state. What fits thy knowledge. And all her passions kindled into flame.Witness the sacred honours of our head. nor they. This seals thy suit. Jove to his Thetis nothing could deny.(71) Swift to the seas profound the goddess flies. The stamp of fate and sanction of the god: High heaven with trembling the dread signal took.

[Illustration: JUPITER. Thus interposed the architect divine: "The wretched quarrels of the mortal state Are far unworthy. Thou. unable to defend What god so daring in your aid to move. Dear as you are.(72) Which held to Juno in a cheerful way. gods! of your debate: Let men their days in senseless strife employ.(75) Apollo tuned the lyre. The thunderer spoke. with a smile. We. with sorrow Vulcan saw His mother menaced. and the gods in awe.In vain resists the omnipotence of Jove. Each to his lips applied the nectar'd urn. in giddy motion lost. in eternal peace and constant joy. Hurl'd headlong down from the ethereal height. Nor break the sacred union of the sky: Lest. Or lift his hand against the force of Jove? Once in your cause I felt his matchless might. The double bowl with sparkling nectar crown'd.(73) Toss'd all the day in rapid circles round." [Illustration: VULCAN. Launch the red lightning.] JUPITER. if Jove his arm extend." Thus Vulcan spoke: and rising with a bound. And Juno slumber'd on the golden bed. Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies. the thunderer stands appeased. Nor till the sun descended touch'd the ground. Meantime the radiant sun to mortal sight Descending swift.] VULCAN. The gracious power is willing to be pleased. A reverent horror silenced all the sky. and to her hands the goblet heaved. I can but grieve. goddess-mother. and in his turn. Thus the blest gods the genial day prolong. he shake the bless'd abodes. Breathless I fell. . roll'd down the rapid light: Then to their starry domes the gods depart. The Sinthians raised me on the Lemnian coast. "Goddess (he cried). be patient and obey. If you submit. And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies. Which. and pleasure his design. and dethrone the gods. the Muses round With voice alternate aid the silver sound.(74) He said. and celestial song. Peace at his heart. the white-arm'd queen received Then. with our sire comply. In feasts ambrosial. The shining monuments of Vulcan's art: Jove on his couch reclined his awful head. nor durst the queen reply. roused to rage. to the rest he fill'd. The feast disturb'd.

persuading him to lead the army to battle. He first communicates his design to the princes in council. and upon the sea-shore. BOOK II. as well as by the length of time. ARGUMENT.(76) To honour Thetis' son he bends his care." Swift as the word the vain illusion fled. THE TRIAL OF THE ARMY. AND CATALOGUE OF THE FORCES. And thus commands the vision of the night. This gives occasion to the poet to enumerate all the forces of the Greeks and Trojans. and in a large catalogue. who chastises the insolence of Thersites. contrives to make trial of their disposition by a stratagem. but fears the army was discouraged by his absence. sends a deceitful vision to Agamemnon. All. several speeches made on the occasion. The time employed in this book consists not entirely of one day. before they proceeded to battle. and that they should put a stop to them if the proposal was embraced. The scene lies in the Grecian camp. that he would propose a return to the soldiers. e'en now 'tis given him to destroy The lofty towers of wide-extended Troy. Now pleasing sleep had seal'd each mortal eye. and at length the advice of Nestor followed.(77) To Agamemnon's ample tent repair. and upon moving for a return to Greece. Stretch'd in the tents the Grecian leaders lie: The immortals slumber'd on their thrones above. Destruction hangs o'er yon devoted wall. deluding Dream! and light as air. . who is deluded with the hopes of taking Troy without his assistance.] THE APOTHEOSIS OF HOMER. Jupiter. they unanimously agree to it. For now no more the gods with fate contend. in pursuance of the request of Thetis.[Illustration: THE APOTHEOSIS OF HOMER. And plunge the Greeks in all the woes of war: Then bids an empty phantom rise to sight. which was to make a general muster of the troops. in order to make the Greeks sensible of their want of Achilles. The assembly is recalled. but the ever-wakeful eyes of Jove. and the late plague. And nodding Ilion waits the impending fall. Bid him in arms draw forth the embattled train. They are detained by the management of Ulysses. Then he assembles the whole host. Declare. towards the end it removes to Troy. The general. "Fly hence. and run to prepare the ships. At Juno's suit the heavenly factions end. and to divide them into their several nations. Lead all his Grecians to the dusty plain.

" The phantom said. And nodding Ilion waits the impending fall. In his black ship the Pylian prince he found. At Juno's suit the heavenly factions end. and revered for age: Around his temples spreads his golden wing. and in war presides. A thousand schemes the monarch's mind employ. Awake. And trust the vision that descends from Jove. In just array draw forth the embattled train. and opens day above. "Friends and confederates! with attentive ear Receive my words. Elate in thought he sacks untaken Troy: Vain as he was. First on his limbs a slender vest he drew.(79) Monarch. and the gift of gods. Lifts up her light. with all a monarch's cares oppress'd. And thus the flattering dream deceives the king. The king despatch'd his heralds with commands To range the camp and summon all the bands: The gathering hosts the monarch's word obey. While to the fleet Atrides bends his way. There calls a senate of the peers around: The assembly placed.Descends. and to the future blind. and in fancy hears The voice celestial murmuring in his ears. "Canst thou. O king! 'tis given thee to destroy The lofty towers of wide-extended Troy. [Illustration: JUPITER SENDING THE EVIL DREAM TO AGAMEMNON. Thou. O Atreus' son! canst thou indulge the rest?(78) Ill fits a chief who mighty nations guides. Destruction hangs o'er yon devoted wall. E'en now. and numbers of the slain! Eager he rises. awake! 'tis Jove's command I bear. Directs in council. To whom its safety a whole people owes. To waste long nights in indolent repose. immortal.] JUPITER SENDING THE EVIL DREAM TO AGAMEMNON. Clothed in the figure of the Pylian sage. the king of men express'd The counsels labouring in his artful breast. Around him next the regal mantle threw. Renown'd for wisdom. And last. What mighty toils to either host remain. Lead all thy Grecians to the dusty plain. For now no more the gods with fate contend. . The starry falchion glitter'd at his side. and credit what you hear. but waking this advice approve. claim his heavenly care. Nor saw what Jove and secret fate design'd. The embroider'd sandals on his feet were tied. and mixes with the night. What scenes of grief. then vanish'd from his sight. Now rosy Morn ascends the court of Jove. his arm the massy sceptre loads. and thy glory. Unstain'd. Resolves to air. and hovers o'er Atrides' head.

Now. As from some rocky cleft the shepherd sees Clustering in heaps on heaps the driving bees. heaven! this warning should be lost! Then let us haste. and rouse the sons of Greece to arms. To waste long nights in indolent repose. suspend the listening crowd. The king of kings his awful figure raised: . O king! 'tis given thee to destroy The lofty towers of wide-extended Troy. the following host. a lengthen'd train Spreads all the beach. (Nestor." He spoke. rising said. O Atreus' son? (he said) Ill fits a chief who mighty nations guides. Dusky they spread. Rolling and blackening. Fame flies before the messenger of Jove. from the tents and ships. awake! 'tis Jove's command I bear. The same in habit. And o'er the vale descends the living cloud. swarms succeeding swarms. Be mine. obey the god's alarms. A dream divine appear'd before my sight. proclaiming loud(82) The monarch's will. Thou and thy glory claim his heavenly care. and claps her wings above. valiant chiefs! since heaven itself alarms. with caution. and yours the province to detain. And nodding Ilion waits the impending fall. darkens all the coast. Monarch. This hear observant. Directs in council. try what yet they dare.) "Princes of Greece. But first." Thus spoke the sage: the kings without delay Dissolve the council. your faithful ears incline. and pass'd in air away. Nine sacred heralds now.(80) The heavenly phantom hover'd o'er my head. And lead the Grecians to the dusty plain. With deeper murmurs and more hoarse alarms. whom Pylos' sandy realms obey'd. For now no more the gods with fate contend. 'And. Nor doubt the vision of the powers divine. and the gods obey!' The vision spoke. Worn with nine years of unsuccessful war.(81) So.Late as I slumber'd in the shades of night. At Juno's suit the heavenly factions end. And join to rouse the sons of Greece to arms. And fainter murmurs died upon the ear. dost thou sleep. Whose visionary form like Nestor came. and in war presides. In just array draw forth the embattled train. a close embodied crowd. and sat: when Nestor. Unite. Pour'd forth by thousands. Beneath their footsteps groans the trembling ground. Forbid it. Soon as the throngs in order ranged appear. To whom its safety a whole people owes. Sent by great Jove to him who rules the host. and wide o'ershades the plain: Along the region runs a deafening sound. E'en now. Destruction hangs o'er yon devoted wall. and in mien the same. And shining soars. and their chief obey: The sceptred rulers lead. To move the troops to measure back the main.

And artful thus pronounced the speech design'd: "Ye sons of Mars. The mighty numbers move. And as on corn when western gusts descend. By Vulcan form'd. Our shatter'd barks may yet transport us o'er. Haste. So roll the billows to the Icarian shore. and nature we obey. The immortal gift great Pelops left behind.(85) Before the blast the lofty harvests bend: Thus o'er the field the moving host appears. All rank'd by tens. resistless lord of all! At whose command whole empires rise or fall: He shakes the feeble props of human trust. Grecians. your sails and oars employ. and enrich'd with spoils. And Greece triumphant held a general feast.(83) On this bright sceptre now the king reclined. fly. To rich Thyestes next the prize descends. Now shameful flight alone can save the host. summon us away. The gathering murmur spreads. Heroes of Greece. and thicken to the fleet.(84) But other forces have our hopes o'erthrown. the common scorn we grow. Safe and inglorious. With long-resounding cries they urge the train . Fly. and our glory lost. And now the mark of Agamemnon's reign. Burst their dark mansions in the clouds. With nodding plumes and groves of waving spears. triumphant." His deep design unknown. that if wars were ceased. and controls the main. our treasure. Renown'd. the hosts approve Atrides' speech. and brothers of the war! Of partial Jove with justice I complain. So Jove decrees. The golden sceptre. lasting shame in every future age! Once great in arms. And scarce insure the wretched power to fly. Repulsed and baffled by a feeble foe. Oh. for ever leave the Trojan wall! Our weeping wives. And towns and armies humbles to the dust What shame to Greece a fruitful war to wage. duty. Since first the labours of this war begun: Our cordage torn. Our blood. And heavenly oracles believed in vain A safe return was promised to our toils. From east and south when winds begin to roar. of celestial flame. their trampling feet Beat the loose sands. safety. So small their number. then. our tender children call: Love. In Atreus' hand. Subjects all Argos.High in his hand the golden sceptre blazed. 'Tis nature's voice. And dream no more of heaven-defended Troy. whole decades when they dine Must want a Trojan slave to pour the wine. And Troy prevails by armies not her own. from Jove to Hermes came. partake your leader's care. to our native shore. decay'd our vessels lie. Now nine long years of mighty Jove are run. which not with Atreus ends. and sweep The whitening surface of the ruffled deep. To Pelops he the immortal gift resign'd.

in Helen's quarrel slain. the lumber of a land. In peace enjoy the fruits of broken vows? And bravest chiefs. Thus to their country bear their own disgrace. a thousand heroes bleed! Haste. Still unrevenged. Thus graced. Each prince of name. goddess. "Warriors like you. And fate decreed the fall of Troy in vain. Ulysses. and from Olympus' height Swift to the ships precipitates her flight. and the adulterous spouse. But Jove's imperial queen their flight survey'd. he flies through all the Grecian train. The doubling clamours echo to the skies. By brave examples should confirm the rest. from his hand Received the imperial sceptre of command. Recall your armies. unmoved by vain alarms.To fit the ships. "And is it thus. thou slave. Beware! for dreadful is the wrath of kings. For prudent counsel like the gods renown'd: Oppress'd with generous grief the hero stood. Ulysses heard. attention and respect to gain. Your own resistless eloquence employ. or chief in arms approved. with strength and wisdom bless'd. E'en then the Greeks had left the hostile plain. what dastards would our host command! Swept to the war. divine Laertes' son. nor uninspired obey'd: Then meeting first Atrides. And fame eternal leave to Priam's race? Shall beauteous Helen still remain unfreed. "Be still. shall Priam. Him with reproof he check'd or tamed with blows. And sighing thus bespoke the blue-eyed maid: "Shall then the Grecians fly! O dire disgrace! And leave unpunish'd this perfidious race? Shall Troy. Thus fly the Greeks (the martial maid begun). she found. generous Ithacus! prevent the shame. He fired with praise. He tries our courage. Haste. Nor let one sail be hoisted on the main. The monarch's will not yet reveal'd appears." Pallas obeys. The unwary Greeks his fury may provoke. and to thy betters yield. Lie unrevenged on yon detested plain? No: let my Greeks. And to the immortals trust the fall of Troy. they sweat. and your chiefs reclaim." The voice divine confess'd the warlike maid. but resents our fears. . from Jove his honour springs. Jove loves our chief. or with persuasion moved. He runs." But if a clamorous vile plebeian rose. Not thus the king in secret council spoke. Nor drew his sable vessels to the flood. and launch into the main. first in public cares. haste! the flying host detain. Unknown alike in council and in field! Ye gods. They toil. Once more refulgent shine in brazen arms. thick clouds of dust arise.

And bring the race of royal bastards here. One eye was blinking. and him let all obey. At length the tumult sinks. and thine the lovely dames.Be silent. Thin hairs bestrew'd his long misshapen head. We may be wanted on some busy day. by no respect controll'd. "Amidst the glories of so bright a reign. . the noises cease. Thy tents are crowded and thy chests o'erflow. Back to the assembly roll the thronging train. wretch. Spleen to mankind his envious heart possess'd. Sharp was his voice. The groaning banks are burst with bellowing sound. to bless thy kingly bed? Whate'er our master craves submit we must. For Troy to ransom at a price too dear? But safer plunder thy own host supplies. What grieves the monarch? Is it thirst of gold? Say. loud. wouldst thou seize some valiant leader's prize? Or. But royal scandal his delight supreme. Oh women of Achaia. His are the laws. Long had he lived the scorn of every Greek. In scandal busy. if thy heart to generous love be led. Loquacious. shall we march with our unconquer'd powers (The Greeks and I) to Ilion's hostile towers. Thus with injurious taunts attack'd the throne. The loudest silenced."(86) With words like these the troops Ulysses ruled. and turbulent of tongue: Awed by no shame. an usurping crowd. When Hector comes: so great Achilles may: From him he forced the prize we jointly gave. or punish'd for his lust. and pour upon the plain. Murmuring they move. and let him waste his store In loves and pleasures on the Phrygian shore. Say. Some captive fair. but most the best: Ulysses or Achilles still his theme. Scorn all his joy. And a still silence lulls the camp to peace. and monarchs to revile. Thus at full ease in heaps of riches roll'd. The golden spoil. To one sole monarch Jove commits the sway. in reproaches bold: With witty malice studious to defame. Plagued with his pride. Desert the ships. which in the shrillest tone. and one leg was lame: His mountain shoulders half his breast o'erspread. Thersites only clamour'd in the throng. And much he hated all. yet still they heard him speak. and think not here allow'd That worst of tyrants. With all the wealth our wars and blood bestow. The rocks remurmur and the deeps rebound. Vex'd when he spoke. And heaves huge surges to the trembling shores. What moves the great Atrides to complain? 'Tis thine whate'er the warrior's breast inflames. His figure such as might his soul proclaim. as when old ocean roars. and laughter all his aim:-But chief he gloried with licentious style To lash the great. men no more! Hence let us fly. and the fiercest cool'd.

Such just examples on offenders shown. Then deeply thoughtful. but ah! forgotten now: Ne'er to return. upbraids the most? Think not the Greeks to shameful flight to bring. resent that wrong. Not such at Argos was their generous vow: Once all their voice. With wrangling talents form'd for foul debate: Curb that impetuous tongue. From his vile visage wiped the scalding tears.) bade the crowds attend. and sternly thus replies: "Peace. nor rashly vain.(88) On the round bunch the bloody tumours rise: The tears spring starting from his haggard eyes. high the imperial sceptre raised: The blue-eyed Pallas.(87) In generous vengeance of the king of kings. slave! of all our host. and the brave: And durst he." Fierce from his seat at this Ulysses springs. the fearless. asperse the sovereign reign. The weighty sceptre on his bank descends. (In form a herald. Have we not known thee. Nor let those lips profane the name of king. and cowering as the dastard bends. His silence thus the prudent hero broke: "Unhappy monarch! whom the Grecian race With shame deserting. . this hand forbear To strip those arms thou ill deserv'st to wear. what hast thou bestow'd? Suppose some hero should his spoils resign. While to his neighbour each express'd his thought: "Ye gods! what wonders has Ulysses wrought! What fruits his conduct and his courage yield! Great in the council. To curb the factious tongue of insolence. And let these eyes behold my son no more." 'Twas thus the general voice the hero praised. the fierce. With indignation sparkling in his eyes. For our return we trust the heavenly powers. Generous he rises in the crown's defence. on thy next offence. was then the common cry. glorious in the field. This mighty tyrant were no tyrant long. Sedition silence. and shrunk in abject fears. his celestial friend. born to vex the state. And send thee scourged and howling through the fleet. The man who acts the least. Trembling he sat. as he ought. and assert the throne. to fight like men be ours. If. heap with vile disgrace." He said. Who. rising. Expel the council where our princes meet. could those spoils be thine? Gods! let me perish on this hateful shore. Art thou that hero. And singly mad.From him. pausing ere he spoke. He views the wretch. To hear the wisdom of his heavenly tongue. Be that their care. factious monster. But grant the host with wealth the general load. Except detraction. The expecting crowds in still attention hung.

Behold them weeping for their native shore. The mother last. Nor let your flight avert the Trojan fate. No wonder Troy so long resists our powers. And. Eight callow infants fill'd the mossy nest. and the tempests beat: Then well may this long stay provoke their tears. ye Grecians! with submission wait.(90) 'Ye Grecian warriors! lay your fears aside. of dire portent. What pass'd at Aulis. and hence we dare Trust in his omen. We march to war." He said: the shores with loud applauses sound. From Jove himself the dreadful sign was sent. While hovering near. one short month. When the ship tosses.Till Troy's proud structures should in ashes lie. But leave the few that dare resist thy laws. and the victims blazed: 'Twas where the plane-tree spread its shades around. if thou direct the way. So many years the toils of Greece remain. . Herself the ninth. eternal shame! Expect the time to Troy's destruction given. but eternal praise. Nor long survived: to marble turn'd. The drooping mother wail'd her children gone. we wish our peaceful seat. the serpent. and from the crumbling ground A mighty dragon shot. the monster slew. Rise. Straight to the tree his sanguine spires he roll'd. with miserable moan. The topmost branch a mother-bird possess'd. endure the wintry main? Few leagues removed. Beside a fountain's sacred brink we raised Our verdant altars. as round the nest she flew. As many birds as by the snake were slain. Where now are all your high resolves at last? Your leagues concluded. Stretch'd his black jaws and crush'd the crying young. the reverend Chalcas cried. For while around we gazed with wondering eyes. Of long. The altars heaved. What could their wives or helpless children more? What heart but melts to leave the tender train. Not for their grief the Grecian host I blame. Now vanish'd like their smoke: the faith of men! While useless words consume the unactive hours. The tedious length of nine revolving years.(89) And all who live to breathe this Phrygian air. Obey. your engagements past? Vow'd with libations and with victims then. he stands A lasting prodigy on Aulis' sands. And try the faith of Chalcas and of heaven. Full of his god. thus the Fates succeed. And curl'd around in many a winding fold. And trembling sought the powers with sacrifice. But vanquish'd! baffled! oh. Greece can witness bear. This wondrous signal Jove himself displays. Seized by the beating wing. long labours. great Atrides! and with courage sway. Ye talk like children. for Ilion's fall decreed:' Thus spoke the prophet. But wait the tenth. not like heroes dare. The hollow ships each deafening shout rebound. as he hung. Such was the will of Jove. and support the war. Then Nestor thus--"These vain debates forbear.

on the right. If fate resists. With the huge shield each brawny arm depress'd. Before that day. too mean to fall by martial power. Till every soldier grasp a Phrygian wife. And all for combat fit the rattling car. And each spent courser at the chariot blow. or soldier. when first the martial train. a captive maid the cause: If e'er as friends we join. no respite. inglorious flight. And soon should fall the haughty towers of Troy! But Jove forbids. and let the mighty fall. Such wisdom soon should Priam's force destroy. inglorious. decree But ten such sages as they grant in thee. And every Grecian fix his brazen shield. and the dogs devour. No rest. Among those counsels. Let all excite the fiery steeds of war. well refresh'd. if any Greek invite His country's troops to base. If gods above prevent. to bloody conflict haste. Each strengthen each. Each aching nerve refuse the lance to throw. of the numerous band. By me provoked. and straight a murmur rose. ye warriors. But now. To grudge the conquests mighty Jove prepares." To him the king: "How much thy years excel In arts of counsel. this dreadful day. and in speaking well! O would the gods. That wretch. The birds shall mangle. and heavy will the vengeance fall! But now. or men below. thou thyself despise. In tribes and nations to divide thy train: His separate troops let every leader call. Till darkness. And Troy's proud matrons render tear for tear.The mean deserters of the Grecian cause. or ill obeys command. And. Stand forth that Greek! and hoist his sail to fly. And view with envy our successful wars. And die the dastard first. Big with the fate of Ilion. And thunder rolling shook the firmament. On that great day. let each contend. His sharpen'd spear let every Grecian wield. Encouraged hence. plough'd the main. or till death. shall soon be known And what the cause of Ilion not o'erthrown. Who dares. in love to Greece. When thus distinct they war. a prosperous signal sent." The monarch spoke. who plunges those he hates In fierce contention and in vain debates: Now great Achilles from our aid withdraws. Who dares to tremble on this signal day. What chief. O monarch! all thy chiefs advise:(91) Nor what they offer. This day. Till Helen's woes at full revenged appear. who dreads to die. take a short repast. in his ships to stay. till the shades descend. Or bravely fights. Jove. Till bathed in sweat be every manly breast. or if our arms are slow. maintain the glorious strife. and all encourage all. shall cover all: Let the war bleed. the Trojan wall Must shake. let not mine be vain. .

and roast the rest. And Nestor first. The limbs they sever from the inclosing hide. the last. large limb'd. The choicest morsels lie from every part. . and entrails dress'd The assistants part. And slaughter'd heroes groan around their lord!" Thus prayed the chief: his unavailing prayer Great Jove refused. The thighs. On these. And lead to war when heaven directs the way. unbid. Jove's immortal shield. With hasty feasts they sacrifice. the repast prepare. The thighs thus sacrificed. and Ajax Telamon. divide. A steer of five years' age. as most advanced in years. selected to the gods. Supreme of gods! unbounded. Straight the loud heralds call the gathering bands The chiefs inclose their king.(94) Ajax the less. Each takes his seat. Their prayers perform'd the chiefs the rite pursue. while yet the fumes arose. The fires are kindled. And call the squadrons sheathed in brazen arms. The generous Nestor thus the prince address'd. and take The sacred offering of the salted cake: When thus the king prefers his solemn prayer.Loud as the surges when the tempest blows. and pray. Low in the dust be laid yon hostile spires. transfix. Now seize the occasion. now the troops survey. Who in the heaven of heavens hast fixed thy throne. the monarch issued his commands. From the cleft wood the crackling flames aspire While the fat victims feed the sacred fire. and fed.(93) and Tydeus' son. and alone! Hear! and before the burning sun descends. Next came Idomeneus. The barley sprinkled. Straight to the tents the troops dispersing bend. Before the night her gloomy veil extends. Soon as the rage of hunger was suppress'd. Then spread the tables. In tribes and nations rank'd on either side. and the smokes ascend.(96) The chiefs surround the destined beast. In Hector's breast be plunged this shining sword. And foam and thunder on the stony shore.(92) To Jove's high altars Agamemnon led: There bade the noblest of the Grecian peers. "O thou! whose thunder rends the clouded air. and toss'd in empty air: The God averse. the hosts divide. To avert the dangers of the doubtful day." He said. From rank to rank she darts her ardent eyes. and doubled woes on woes. High in the midst the blue-eyed virgin flies. and each receives his share. And Menelaus came. Prepared new toils. The dreadful aegis. "Now bid thy heralds sound the loud alarms. Be Priam's palace sunk in Grecian fires.(95) Then wise Ulysses in his rank was placed. in double cauls involved with art. and the victim slew. That dash'd on broken rocks tumultuous roar.

The king of kings. Thick as in spring the flowers adorn the land. A throat of brass. and forms the deepening lines. the Grecian squadrons stood In radiant arms. . Not with more ease the skilful shepherd-swain Collects his flocks from thousands on the plain. Along the river's level meads they stand. And dawning conquest played around his head. the monarch of the meads. hide nothing from your sight. Thus numerous and confused. and blaze above. Not less their number than the embodied cranes. drawn by milky steams. Form'd the bright fringe. Great as the gods. through the lofty grove. seated round the throne divine. and seem'd to burn in gold. From pail to pail with busy murmur run The gilded legions. and like Mars his mien. The legions crowd Scamander's flowery side. Now tower aloft. What crowded armies. Each leader now his scatter'd force conjoins In close array. wretched mortals! lost in doubts below. (We. to return. The fires expanding.(97) Stretch their long necks. and kindle half the skies: So from the polish'd arms. to Troy's destruction came. Daughters of Jove. as the winds arise. demands a thousand tongues. inglorious. In gather'd swarms surround the rural bowers. or thick as insects play.) O say what heroes. So throng'd. To count them all. Say. Like some proud bull. The crackling flames ascend. As on some mountain. at evening hours. from what climes they bring. the exalted chief was seen. The wandering nation of a summer's day: That. No more they sigh. that round the pastures leads His subject herds. Now light with noise. with noise the field resounds. Swells their bold hearts. And hell's abyss. and strings their nervous arms. Or leaves the trees. o'er the windings of Cayster's springs. Or urged by wrongs. majestically tall. and adamantine lungs. heaven's umneasur'd height. With this each Grecian's manly breast she warms. Towers o'er his armies. But breathe revenge. That. A gleamy splendour flash'd along the fields. and brazen shields. fired by thirst of fame. virgins. assist! inspired by you The mighty labour dauntless I pursue. But guess by rumour. extending wide.(98) With rushing troops the plains are cover'd o'er. glittering in the sun.(99) Jove o'er his eyes celestial glories spread. and outshines them all. and course in airy rounds. and for the combat burn. All-knowing goddesses! immortal nine!(100) Since earth's wide regions.Blazed on her arm. And thundering footsteps shake the sounding shore. and thirst for Trojan blood. so close. and clap their rustling wings. Shoot their long beams. His strength like Neptune. Or milk-white swans in Asius' watery plains. and lighten'd all the field: Round the vast orb a hundred serpents roll'd. and but boast we know.

the bold Boeotians' side. . Fierce Ajax led the Locrian squadrons on. Where Pytho. From Panopea. Copae. and active in the fight. The Phocians next in forty barks repair. and equal in command. Boeotia's utmost bound. And Medeon lofty. Where Anemoria's stately turrets shine. Glissa for the vine. And Mycalessia's ample piny plain. Skill'd to direct the flying dart aright. Where Myde. and their chiefs I sing. And Schoenos. Cyparissus stood. And fair Lilaea views the rising flood. their numbers. the heavenly fair. the hoarse-resounding deep.(101) [Illustration: NEPTUNE. with purple harvests crown'd. Penelius. Neptune's celebrated groves. Or Thespia sacred to the god of day: Onchestus. And Eteon's hills. THE CATALOGUE OF THE SHIPS. Heleon and Hyle. Full fifty ships they send. Who plough the spacious Orchomenian plain. Or Harma where Apollo's prophet fell. Corone. Those who in Peteon or Ilesion dwell. Leitus. These head the troops that rocky Aulis yields. Graea near the main. which the springs o'erflow. and Ocalea low. on the left.] NEPTUNE. The hardy warriors whom Boeotia bred. ranged in order on the floating tide. Close. Scholos. and Thisbe. Two valiant brothers rule the undaunted throng. famed for silver doves. and Nysa the divine. Equal in arms. Eutresis. Platea green. Or in the meads of Haliartus stray. And Anthedon. Prothoenor. Daulis. and Hyrie's watery fields. With equal oars. Ialmen and Ascalaphus the strong: Sons of Astyoche. rose. These.Their names. And they whom Thebe's well-built walls inclose. Swift in pursuit. The strength of Mars the blushing maid compress'd) Their troops in thirty sable vessels sweep.(102) To these succeed Aspledon's martial train. Epistrophus and Schedius head the war: From those rich regions where Cephisus leads His silver current through the flowery meads. Oileus' valiant son. Whose virgin charms subdued the god of war: (In Actor's court as she retired to rest. led: With these Arcesilaus and Clonius stand. Ajax the less. Chrysa the divine. And Arne rich. and each conveys Twice sixty warriors through the foaming seas. For flocks Erythrae.

Cleone. Menestheus! Greece could yield. And those who dwell where pleasing Augia stands. The Isteian fields for generous vines renown'd. her altars blaze. Which Bessa. and Scarphe's bands. fierce in arms. But with protended spears in fighting fields Pierce the tough corslets and the brazen shields. Next move to war the generous Argive train. For martial conduct bore an equal praise.(103) Fair Araethyrea. Where Dios from her towers o'erlooks the plain. Or in fair Tarphe's sylvan seats reside: In forty vessels cut the yielding tide. The mighty offspring of the foodful earth. And high Cerinthus views the neighbouring main. Thronus. Whom the gigantic Telamon commands. (Athens the fair. And with the great Athenians join their force. To marshal armies in the dusty field. With these appear the Salaminian bands. Where. The proud Mycene arms her martial powers. and the Styrian ground. The fair Caristos. From high Troezene. And fair à gina circled by the main: Whom strong Tyrinthe's lofty walls surround. These by the brave Euryalus were led. And where Boagrius floats the lowly lands. Opus.) No chief like thee. Down their broad shoulders falls a length of hair. Great Sthenelus. Twice twenty ships transport the warlike bands. with imperial towers. Which bold Elphenor. Full fifty more from Athens stem the main. Corinth. But from the teeming furrow took his birth. improved by length of days. And sends the brave Abantes to the wars: Breathing revenge. and strong Eretria. . But chief Tydides bore the sovereign sway: In fourscore barks they plough the watery way. and ample bay below. where great Erectheus sway'd. Nestor alone. commands. Him Pallas placed amidst her wealthy fane. and Maseta's plain. Adored with sacrifice and oxen slain. Euboea next her martial sons prepares. And all the tribes resound the goddess' praise. That owed his nurture to the blue-eyed maid. Ornia's fruitful plain. In twelve black ships to Troy they steer their course. Led by Menestheus through the liquid plain.Him. The extended wings of battle to display. as their chief. and rich Cynos send. And Epidaure with viny harvests crown'd: And where fair Asinen and Hermoin show Their cliffs above. the chosen troops attend. Or close the embodied host in firm array. and greater Diomed. Calliarus. as the years revolve. in arms they take their way From Chalcis' walls. Their hands dismiss not the long lance in air.

Their ships. In sixty sail the Arcadian bands unite. In silent pomp he moves along the main. Proud of his host. The Phenean fields. glorious at their head. Augia's happy ground. Till. From Ripe. crown'd with wood. And those whom OEtylos' low walls contain. And fair Mantinea's ever-pleasing site. and snatch'd his voice away. (Ancaeus' son) the mighty squadron led. Or Messe's towers for silver doves renown'd.And à gion. Parrhasia. And high Enispe shook by wintry wind. and those Whom Lacedaemon's lofty hills inclose. His brother follows. The avenging Muses of the light of day Deprived his eyes. While vainly fond. Helen's cause. Through roaring seas the wondering warriors bear. No more his heavenly voice was heard to sing. And Helos. and Adrastus' ancient reign. famed for Thamyris' disgrace. Tegea's bordering towns. he strove To match the seed of cloud-compelling Jove! Too daring bard! whose unsuccessful pride The immortal Muses in their art defied. unrivall'd in his reign. vain of mortals' empty praise. The shaded tomb of old à pytus stood. Amyclae. and Orchomenian downs. His hand no more awaked the silver string. Nestor the sage conducts his chosen host: From Amphigenia's ever-fruitful land. A hundred vessels in long order stand. supplied by Agamemnon's care. And where Pellene yields her fleecy store. on the margin of the main: These. o'er the bending ocean. and little Pteleon stand. And Stymphelus with her surrounding grove. Laas. Where the fat herds in plenteous pasture rove. and to vengeance warms The hardy Spartans. And Thryon's walls Alpheus' streams inclose: And Dorion. on her snowy cliffs reclined. In sixty ships with Menelaus draws: Eager and loud from man to man he flies. And Gonoessa's spires salute the sky. Where beauteous Arene her structures shows. Great Agamemnon rules the numerous band. In ninety sail. Bold Agapenor. exercised in arms: Phares and Brysia's valiant troops. and sees her falling tears. Stratie. And those who dwell along the sandy shore. High on the deck the king of men appears. . Where à py high. Revenge and fury flaming in his eyes. from Pylos' sandy coast. And his refulgent arms in triumph wears. Where Helice and Hyperesia lie. in fancy oft he hears The fair one's grief. The first to battle on the appointed plain. And crowded nations wait his dread command. Superior once of all the tuneful race. Where under high Cyllene.

Lyctus. and that Teatus' son. With those whom Cephalenia's line inclosed. (Eurytus' this. Where à gilipa's rugged sides are seen. beaten by the rolling deep. For now the sons of OEneus were no more! The glories of the mighty race were fled! OEneus himself. and chalky Calydon. in wisdom equal to a god. . Whom Hyrmin. where fair Elis and Buprasium join. And rough Pylene. dreadful as the god of war. From Pleuron's walls. here. Those. But those who view fair Elis o'er the seas From the blest islands of the Echinades. These march'd. One was Amphimachus. His forty vessels follow through the main. beneath thy care. Or white Lycastus glitters to the skies. Lindus. A chief. Where high Neritos shakes his waving woods. with everlasting sunshine bright. Where mighty towns in ruins spread the plain. and Zacynthus green. and Gortyna's bands. In separate squadrons these their train divide. the sun of Hercules. He led the warriors from the à tolian shore. and Thalpius one. Beneath his conduct sought the Phrygian shores. And Chalcis. Crocylia rocky. Tlepolemus. Or where by Phaestus silver Jardan runs. eighty barks the Cretan king commands. His captive mother fierce Alcides bore From Ephyr's walls and Selle's winding shore. Or till their fields along the coast opposed. And Merion. where o'er the valleys rose The Olenian rock. Led nine swift vessels through the foamy seas. In forty vessels under Meges move. and Camirus white. and where Alisium flows.) Diores sprung from Amarynceus' line. and Meleager dead! To Thoas' care now trust the martial train. of force divine. Ulysses follow'd through the watery road. And great Polyxenus.But new to all the dangers of the main. From Rhodes. And those who dwell where Rhytion's domes arise. Or where fair Ithaca o'erlooks the floods. Next. and Myrsinus confine. and the Olenian steep. And thence to Troy his hardy warriors led. Beneath four chiefs (a numerous army) came: The strength and glory of the Epean name. And bounded there. Of Gnossus. Each leads ten vessels through the yielding tide. the beloved of Jove: To strong Dulichium from his sire he fled. Jalyssus. Begot by Phyleus. Thoas came next. Andraemon's valiant son. These in twelve galleys with vermilion prores. Crete's hundred cities pour forth all her sons. Idomeneus.

The loveliest youth of all the Grecian race. They hear the brazen voice of war no more. famous for her fleecy breed. when the chief the Theban walls o'erthrew. On happy Rhodes the chief arrived at last: There in three tribes divides his native band. But few his troops. And the bold sons of great Evenus slew. The same their nation. constrain'd to quit his native place. And Antron's watery dens. Till great Alcides made the realms obey: These Antiphus and bold Phidippus bring. These own'd. blood. But soon to rise in slaughter. the sire of men and gods. as chief. many seas and many sufferings past. Casus the strong. and Crapathus the fair. With them the youth of Nisyrus repair. whom Aglae to Charopus bore. and their chief the same. and small his strength in arms. where Eurypylus possess'd the sway. Full fifty ships beneath Achilles' care. and war. Since fair Briseis from his arms was torn. bless'd With female beauty far beyond the rest. Nireus. Next thirty galleys cleave the liquid plain. Itona. Hellenians bear. With joy they saw the growing empire rise. From Alos. Who now lay silent in the gloomy grave: The first who boldly touch'd the Trojan shore. Sweet Pyrrhasus. recount Pelasgic Argos' powers. Sprung from the god by Thessalus the king. Muse. Three ships with Nireus sought the Trojan shore. The Achaians. Now. and cavern'd ground. And grassy Pteleon deck'd with cheerful greens. For this. plunged in depth of care. And showers of wealth descending from the skies. The noblest spoil from sack'd Lyrnessus borne. There mourn'd Achilles. with blooming flowerets crown'd.And saw their blooming warriors early slain. And rules them peaceful in a foreign land. Protesilas the brave. Alope. Alcides' uncle. though various in their name. Cos. The bowers of Ceres. Of those Calydnae's sea-girt isles contain. Where. when to manly years he grew. And shun the vengeance of the Herculean race. But now inglorious. stretch'd along the shore. Myrmidons.(104) Pelides only match'd his early charms. Nireus. Then. in faultless shape and blooming grace. old Licymnius. Increased and prosper'd in their new abodes By mighty Jove. and Trechin's towers: From Phthia's spacious vales. No more the foe they face in dire array: Close in his fleet the angry leader lay. The hero. slew. Thessalians all. and the sylvan scenes. A fleet he built. To these the youth of Phylace succeed. . and Hella. and with a numerous train Of willing exiles wander'd o'er the main.

when hurl'd from Pelion's cloudy head. In thirty sail the sparkling waves divide. And Oloosson's chalky cliffs arise. But he lay raging on the Lemnian ground. Yet still they mourn'd their ancient leader lost. Iphiclus' son. or Meliboea's fields. The men who Glaphyra's fair soil partake. Gyrtone's warriors. With bold Eumelus. And where Hyperia's silver fountains flow. and brother to the dead. rough with rocks. (That day. Or where her humbler turrets Tricca rears. Where Phaere hears the neighbouring waters fall. And his sad consort beats her breast in vain. Olizon's rocks. To distant dens the shaggy Centaurs fled) With Polypoetes join'd in equal sway Leonteus leads. With these the Enians join'd. Or where the pleasing Titaresius glides. A poisonous hydra gave the burning wound. Seven were his ships. nor wish in vain. Where Titan hides his hoary head in snow. With Philoctetes sail'd whose matchless art From the tough bow directs the feather'd dart. Whom Greece at length shall wish. The OEchalian race. Which Podalirius and Machaon guide. In ten black ships embark'd for Ilion's shore. The grace and glory of the beauteous kind. far distant from his native plain. Skill'd in his science of the dart and bow. Thy troops. Oileus' son. Sprung from Pirithous of immortal race. Guneus was their leader's name. and forty ships obey. Or proud Iolcus lifts her airy wall. The bold Ormenian and Asterian bands In forty barks Eurypylus commands. Polypoetes leads. Nor he unworthy to command the host. In twenty sail the bold Perrhaebians came From Cyphus. There lies. and where Orthe lies. Argissa. Divine professors of the healing arts. whom Alceste bore: All Pelias' race Alceste far outshined. shelter'd by Olympus' shades. in those high towers contain'd Where once Eurytus in proud triumph reign'd. The troops Methone or Thaumacia yields. Or where Ithome. And Eleon. . and those who freeze Where cold Dodona lifts her holy trees. whom beauteous Rhena bore. each vessel fifty row. His troops in forty ships Podarces led. appears. There groan'd the chief in agonizing pain.And dyed a Phrygian lance with Grecian gore. To these his skill their parent-god imparts. The fruit of fair Hippodame's embrace. His forces Medon led from Lemnos' shore. Where hills incircle Boebe's lowly lake. Unfinish'd his proud palaces remain.

from whence in prospect lay The fields. as when angry Jove Hurls down the forky lightning from above. O'er fields of death they whirl the rapid car. and the youths around. Or whirl the disk. The shining armies sweep along the ground. In empty air their sportive javelins throw. Their height. and of Pheretian race. and the bay. neglected on the sandy shore. Swift as a flood of fire. the dreadful oath of gods! Last. she chose. the monarch's son. of old Tenthredon's blood. Say next. Fierce in the fight their nostrils breathed a flame. In this dissembled form. His troops. The old consulting. Earth groan'd beneath them. . Now. Sacred and awful! from the dark abodes Styx pours them forth. and blazes to the skies. Who bravest fought. Speeds on the wings of winds through liquid air. Still feels the fury of the avenging god. press'd beneath the burning load. when storms arise. covering all around. Or where through flowery Tempe Peneus stray'd: (The region stretch'd beneath his mighty shade:) In forty sable barks they stemm'd the main. Floats the wild field. The sacred stream unmix'd with streams below. (Prothous the swift. and such the Grecian train. wandering o'er the camp. Polites' shape. The immortal coursers graze along the strand. she hastes to bring The unwelcome message to the Phrygian king. Obscures the glade. And train'd by him who bears the silver bow. Ajax in arms the first renown acquired. or bend an idle bow: Unstain'd with blood his cover'd chariots stand. O Muse! of all Achaia breeds. As eagles fleet. and their age the same.) Who dwell where Pelion.And into Peneus rolls his easy tides. Who from à setes' tomb observed the foes. And his the unrivall'd race of heavenly steeds:) But Thetis' son now shines in arms no more. And. And break the ranks. and thunder through the war. Bred where Pieria's fruitful fountains flow. and nods his shaggy brows. or rein'd the noblest steeds? Eumelus' mares were foremost in the chase. like a deluge. Such were the chiefs. On Arime when he the thunder throws. While stern Achilles in his wrath retired: (His was the strength that mortal might exceeds. Where Typhon. their colour. Yet o'er the silvery surface pure they flow.(105) High on the mound. But the brave chiefs the inglorious life deplored. In Priam's porch the Trojan chiefs she found. crown'd with piny boughs. under Prothous the Magnesians stood. But various Iris. the navy. required their lord. And fires Typhoeus with redoubled blows. the tents. Jove's commands to bear.

and prophesied their doom: Fate urged them on! the sire forewarn'd in vain. stands A rising mount. Who fair Zeleia's wealthy valleys till. horrid war. skill'd in fates to come. Asius Hyrtacides conducts his host: High on his car he shakes the flowing reins. and the skies resound. High Teree's summits. The sire forewarn'd. Were led by Pandarus. Thou. And Sestos and Abydos' neighbouring strands. And groves of lances glitter in the air. and nods his plumy crest: In throngs around his native bands repair. à sepus. shake the trembling ground: The tumult thickens. . and chariots. in sight of Ilion. But ne'er till now such numbers charged a field: Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand. Amidst the plain. (This for Myrinne's tomb the immortals know. the work of human hands. Nations on nations fill the dusky plain."Cease to consult. and combat by his side. The council breaks.(106) Fast by the foot of Ida's sacred hill. steeds. and Pityea's bowers. Or drink. The moving squadrons blacken all the strand. From Practius' stream. Born in the shades of Ida's secret grove. They rush'd to war. The gates unfolding pour forth all their train. whom. Old Merops' sons. From these the congregated troops obey Young Amphius and Adrastus' equal sway. War. In just array let every leader call The foreign troops: this day demands them all!" The voice divine the mighty chief alarms. godlike Hector! all thy force employ. (A mortal mixing with the queen of love. Divine à neas brings the Dardan race. of royal blood. The godlike Hector. Assemble all the united bands of Troy. of thy sable flood. the warriors rush to arms.) Beneath their chiefs in martial order here. Though call'd Bateia in the world below. Graced with the presents of his shafts and bow. From rich Apaesus and Adrestia's towers. From great Arisba's walls and Selle's coast.) Archilochus and Acamas divide The warrior's toils. Men. high above the rest. and perish'd on the plain. The auxiliar troops and Trojan hosts appear. Shakes his huge spear. the time for action calls. approaches to your walls! Assembled armies oft have I beheld. Anchises' son. To whom his art Apollo deign'd to show. by Venus' stolen embrace. His fiery coursers thunder o'er the plains. Percote's pasture lands.

came the Carian throngs. that laves the distant Amydon. The Paphlagonians Pylaemenes rules. The river swept him to the briny main: There whelm'd with waves the gaudy warrior lies The valiant victor seized the golden prize. Amphimachus the vain. Thy groves of box. Mestles and Antiphus the charge partake. And augur Ennomus. Who. and Pyleus the divine. Axius. trick'd with gold. And wide around the floating region fills. Where Erythinus' rising cliffs are seen. Roll'd down Scamander with the vulgar dead. from the fields where wild Maeander flows. And lofty Sesamus invades the sky. and glittering on his car. Rode like a woman to the field of war. There. Or whom the vales in shades of Tmolus hide. March from Larissa's ever-fertile ground: In equal arms their brother leaders shine. that swells with all his neighbouring rills. For stern Achilles lopp'd his sacred head. And where Parthenius. Sprung from Troezenian Ceus. Phorcys and brave Ascanius here unite The Ascanian Phrygians. roll'd through banks of flowers. And Boreas beats the hoarse-resounding shores. From those far regions where the sun refines The ripening silver in Alybean mines. Cytorus! ever green.The fierce Pelasgi next. High Mycale. In dread array. Hippothous bold. There mighty Chromis led the Mysian train. inspired in vain. Pyraechmes the Paeonian troops attend. Round the bleak realms where Hellespontus roars. And proud Miletus. Axius. and Latmos' shady brows. eager for the fight. Here march'd in arms the Halizonian band. Of those who round Maeonia's realms reside. The forces last in fair array succeed. . Fool that he was! by fierce Achilles slain. With mingled clamours and with barbarous tongues. Skill'd in the fight their crooked bows to bend. loved by Jove. Born on the banks of Gyges' silent lake. in war renown'd. And where à gialus and Cromna lie. With great Euphemus the Ciconians move. Whom Odius and Epistrophus command. Reflects her bordering palaces and bowers. From Axius' ample bed he leads them on.(107) Amphimachus and Naustes guide the train. Next Acamas and Pyrous lead their hosts. from Thracia's wintry coasts. Naustes the bold. Where rich Henetia breeds her savage mules.

Where gulfy Xanthus foams along the fields. and provoke the war So when inclement winters vex the plain With piercing frosts. To warmer seas the cranes embodied fly. on the part of the Grecians. and only wait command. and brings the lovers together. Agamemnon. The scene is sometimes in the fields before Troy. Lost and confused amidst the thicken'd day: So wrapp'd in gathering dust. or thick-descending rain. the beauteous Paris came: In form a god! the panther's speckled hide Flow'd o'er his armour with an easy pride: .Which blameless Glaucus and Sarpedon lead The warlike bands that distant Lycia yields. through the midway sky. When. Now front to front the hostile armies stand. wherein Paris being overcome. rushing from afar. ARGUMENT. before the sons of fame Whom Troy sent forth. But silent. and hid the plain. and stretches o'er the land. She leads her to the walls of Troy. And all the war descends upon the wing. BOOK III. resolved and skill'd(109) By mutual aids to fix a doubtful field. The kings on either part take the solemn oath for the conditions of the combat. THE DUEL OF MENELAUS AND PARIS. swept on. Thus from his flaggy wings when Notus sheds A night of vapours round the mountain heads. Swift march the Greeks: the rapid dust around Darkening arises from the labour'd ground. A moving cloud. To pigmy nations wounds and death they bring. he is snatched away in a cloud by Venus. With shouts the Trojans. a single combat is agreed upon between Menelaus and Paris (by the intervention of Hector) for the determination of the war. While scarce the swains their feeding flocks survey. demands the restoration of Helen. breathing rage. Iris is sent to call Helen to behold the fight. Proclaim their motions. Thus by their leaders' care each martial band Moves into ranks. the Grecian train. and the performance of the articles. and sometimes in Troy itself. She then calls Helen from the walls. Eager of fight.(108) With noise. To thieves more grateful than the midnight shade. to the van. to whom Helen gives an account of the chief of them. and transported to his apartment. and order. where Priam sat with his counsellers observing the Grecian leaders on the plain below. The armies being ready to engage. The duel ensues. The three-and-twentieth day still continues throughout this book. Swift-gliding mists the dusky fields invade.

with blushes. Smit with a conscious sense. He thus upbraids him with a generous heat: "Unhappy Paris! but to women brave!(111) So fairly form'd. This deed recalls thee to the proffer'd fight. As when some shepherd. Thus from her realm convey'd the beauteous prize. he starts with wild affright And all confused precipitates his flight: So from the king the shining warrior flies. He boldly stalk'd. Him Menelaus. Say. And crowds stood wondering at the passing show. The beauteous champion views with marks of fear. As thus. his bulky prize. And fly. Gods! how the scornful Greeks exult to see Their fears of danger undeceived in thee! Thy figure promised with a martial air. Or died at least before thy nuptial rite! A better fate than vainly thus to boast. And shuns the fate he well deserved to find. Thus fond of vengeance. espies. with glorious air and proud disdain. With heart elated. Or mountain goat. Thy curling tresses. retires behind. When Greece beheld thy painted canvas flow. Thy graceful form instilling soft desire. and only to deceive! Oh. In clanging arms he leaps upon the ground From his high chariot: him. As godlike Hector sees the prince retreat. thy own disgrace. You met the approaches of the Spartan queen. pointed spears he shook with gallant grace.His His Two And bended bow across his shoulders flung." His silence here. Beauty and youth. Eager he seizes and devours the slain. and one avenging blow Crush the dire author of his country's woe. and thy silver lyre. in vain to these you trust. with a furious bound. And plunged amid the thickest Trojans lies. In former days. Or hast thou injured whom thou dar'st not right? Soon to thy cost the field would make thee know Thou keep'st the consort of a braver foe. a scaly serpent sees. the scandal of thy Trojan host. from the rustling trees(110) Shot forth to view. and ruin of thy race. Paris breaks: . dared the bravest of the Grecian race. appear. When thy tall ships triumphant stemm'd the tide. loved of Mars. sword beside him negligently hung. When youth and beauty shall be laid in dust: Troy yet may wake. And both her warlike lords outshined in Helen's eyes? This deed. was it thus. approaching near. with such a baffled mien. thy foes' delight. Thy father's grief. Trembling and pale. hadst thou died when first thou saw'st the light. the foremost on the plain. But ill thy soul supplies a form so fair. if the branching deer. Press'd by bold youths and baying dogs in vain. and with joyful eyes: So joys a lion. in all thy gallant pride.

and near the foe Advanced with steps majestically slow: While round his dauntless head the Grecians pour Their stones and arrows in a mingled shower. We know him by the various plume he wears. Soft moving speech. a message bears. Here in the midst. Then let a midway space our hosts divide. would'st thou have the proffer'd combat stand. The challenge Hector heard with joy. Much famed for generous steeds. Yet. and still untired with blows. uplifted by some strenuous swain. And who his rival can in arms subdue. on that stage of war. cried: "Forbear. Thy gifts I praise. great Atrides. and the fight suspend. So firmly proof to all the shocks of fate? Thy force. Still edged to wound. For beauteous Helen and the wealth she brought. What Paris. He dares the Spartan king to single fight. the cause be tried: By Paris there the Spartan king be fought. shall reward the toil. And live the rest. demands. The Greeks and Trojans seat on either hand. nor thou despise the charms With which a lover golden Venus arms. Then thus the monarch. ye warriors. Thus with a lasting league your toils may cease."'Tis just. And pitch your lances in the yielding plain. secure of future harms. author of the war. hear. And wills that Helen and the ravish'd spoil. and pleasing outward show. Thus may the Greeks review their native shore. The tumult silence. With falling woods to strew the wasted plain. my brother. all ye Trojan. His be the fair. athwart." Awed by his high command the Greeks attend. Then with his spear restrain'd the youth of Troy. in either army's sight. but the gods bestow." He said. And. And Troy possess her fertile fields in peace. Let these the brave triumphant victor grace. And different nations part in leagues of peace. and thus to both applies: "Hear. Held by the midst. beneath his rival's arms. Fall he that must. all the war be mine. what your anger speaks: But who like thee can boast a soul sedate. To me the labour of the field resign. ye warriors! lay the darts aside: A parley Hector asks. That caused the contest. . Me Paris injured. for beauty more. like steel. Like steel. and his the treasure too." He spoke: in still suspense on either side Each army stood: the Spartan chief replied: "Me too. whose fatal right A world engages in the toils of fight. a temper'd hardness shows. No wish can gain them. While from the centre Hector rolls his eyes On either host. Your shining swords within the sheath restrain. all ye Grecian bands.

and valiant Trojan knight. The Trojan wars she weaved (herself the prize) And the dire triumphs of her fatal eyes. from the skies The various goddess of the rainbow flies: (Like fair Laodice in form and face. long in council tried. headlong in debate. softly sighing. To whom the goddess of the painted bow: "Approach. Let reverend Priam in the truce engage. ye Trojans! while a third we bring Select to Jove. Lampus and Clytius. and what may yet befall. and best provides for all. and Hicetaon. invite The Phrygian monarch to the peaceful rite. Within the lines they drew their steeds around. and wakes her former fires. and close the space between.) The king the first. So dreadful late. parents. Laid their bright arms along the sable shore. Concludes from both. Meantime to beauteous Helen. at her loom she found. Her handmaids. and view the wondrous scene below!(112) Each hardy Greek. To earth a sable. devoted by your country's rite. And. And add the sanction of considerate age. from the loom withdrew. the fate of combat tries. Ceased is the war. despatch'd to Troy. and thy charms the prize. the many-coloured maid inspires Her husband's love. The nations hear with rising hopes possess'd. On either side the meeting hosts are seen With lances fix'd. There sat the seniors of the Trojan race: (Old Priam's chiefs. And youth itself an empty wavering state. venerably wise. and silent all the fields. . wait Her silent footsteps to the Scaean gate. In single fight to toss the beamy lance. once the strong. Turns on all hands its deep-discerning eyes. Clymene and à thra. Talthybius hastens to the fleet. Each met in arms. Sees what befell. Cool age advances. Panthus. Paris alone and Sparta's king advance. Thymoetes at his side. to bring The lamb for Jove. Thy love the motive. Next. Her country. all unbuckling the rich mail they wore. all that once were dear. The golden web her own sad story crown'd. Rush to her thought. The loveliest nymph of Priam's royal race:) Her in the palace. His sons are faithless. Two heralds now. to the sun a white.Two lambs. or lean upon their shields. O'er her fair face a snowy veil she threw." This said. the inviolable king. and furious for the fight. Now rest their spears. and force a tender tear. And from their chariots issued on the ground. Prepare. the inviolable king. And peaceful prospects dawn in every breast. and most in Priam's grace.

(114) And Sangar's stream ran purple with their blood. With conscious shame and reverential fear. Great in the war. Successful monarch of a mighty state! How vast thy empire! Of your matchless train What numbers lost. and his country's pride. and thus began: "O bless'd Atrides! born to prosperous fate. friends. when the Spartan queen approach'd the tower. and say. So tall. These.And next. ere to these walk I fled. my child. Not thou. None match his grandeur and exalted mien: He seems a monarch. In summer days. convey that fatal face. what numbers yet remain! In Phrygia once were gallant armies known. so awful. What winning graces! what majestic mien! She moves a goddess." Thus ceased the king. False to them all. I appear. False to my country. When godlike Mygdon led their troops of horse. O Heaven. See on the plain thy Grecian spouse appears. what Greek is he (Far as from hence these aged orbs can see) Around whose brow such martial graces shine. to join them. "Approach. to Paris only kind! For this I mourn. before my days of shame! And oh! that still he bore a brother's name!" With wonder Priam view'd the godlike man. But lift thy eyes. the wisest of the reverend throng. and narrative with age. till grief or dire disease Shall waste the form whose fault it was to please! The king of kings. who no more in bloody fights engage. you survey. that send a feeble voice. but Heaven's disposing will. And I. and thus the fair replied: "Before thy presence. And from destruction save the Trojan race. The friends and kindred of thy former years. No crime of thine our present sufferings draws. when Otreus fill'd the throne. and my nuptial bed. and she looks a queen! Yet hence. and cried. and almost divine! Though some of larger stature tread the green. In secret own'd resistless beauty's power: They cried. and grace thy father's side. in martial grace. Lean'd on the walls and bask'd before the sun: Chiefs. Extoll'd the happy prince. and great in arts of sway: My brother once. father. Antenor grave. But wise through time. Atrides. raised the Trojan force: Against the manlike Amazons we stood. and sage Ucalegon." The good old Priam welcomed her. A bloodless race. And strength of numbers. My brothers. and daughter left behind. The hostile gods conspire the fate of Troy. Ah! had I died. "No wonder such celestial charms(113) For nine long years have set the world in arms. like grasshoppers rejoice. But far inferior those." . the cause The gods these armies and this force employ. to this Grecian race. In ancient time.

Whom long my eyes have sought." The king then ask'd (as yet the camp he view'd) "What chief is that. Yet two are wanting of the numerous train. His fame for wisdom fills the spacious earth. Though great Atrides overtops his head. My brothers these. trusting Jove and hospitable laws. yet full. in thought profound. as one mother bore. and orders all. Just was his sense. But when Ulysses rose. One house contain'd us. "What's he. to plead the Grecian cause. All valiant chiefs.This said. once more he view'd the warrior train." Then Helen thus: "Whom your discerning eyes Have singled out. and admired their parts. his shoulders larger spread. And lofty stature. and his expression plain. See! bold Idomeneus superior towers Amid yon circle of his Cretan powers. greater reverence drew. And. Our ears refute the censure of our eyes. When Atreus' son harangued the listening train. with easy art. when he speaks. Both brave in arms. Nor yet appear his care and conduct small. Erect. Perhaps the chiefs. His words succinct. O king! have seen that wondrous man When. and could in order name. first in martial force. A barren island boasts his glorious birth. But. The rest I know. the Spartan most engaged our view. nor stretch'd his sceptred hand. Ulysses seated. the same our native shore. and sink into the heart! Wondering we hear. Whose brawny shoulders. He spoke no more than just the thing he ought.) My house was honour'd with each royal guest: I knew their persons. and thus began:(115) "Myself.) Himself a host: the Grecian strength and pride. but sought in vain: Castor and Pollux. without a fault. (Great Menelaus urged the same request. and both approved in arts. Nor raised his head. To Troy he came. far exceed the rest? "Ajax the great.(117) The copious accents fall. With Menelaus on the Spartan shore. One bold on foot. Great as a god! I saw him once before. he seem'd to stand. and one renown'd for horse. Melting they fall.(116) His modest eyes he fix'd upon the ground. . From rank to rank he moves. For distant Troy refused to sail the seas." Antenor took the word. surveys them round. master of the flock. what elocution flows! Soft as the fleeces of descending snows. and men of mighty fame. is Ithacus the wise. The stately ram thus measures o'er the ground. (the beauteous queen replied. and whose swelling chest. and fix'd in deep surprise. whose arms lie scatter'd on the plain? Broad is his breast. with giant strength endued. As one unskill'd or dumb. from warlike toils at ease.

" With grief he heard. Much famed for generous steeds. If by my brother's lance the Trojan bleed.(118) Wrapt in the cold embraces of the tomb. and all who falsely swear! Hear. Adorn'd with honours in their native shore. Ashamed to combat in their sister's cause. and Tartarean gods. nor knew her brothers' doom. Be his the wealth and beauteous dame decreed: The appointed fine let Ilion justly pay. and with him rose the king of men. Meantime the heralds. On either side a sacred herald stands. From the sign'd victims crops the curling hair. Silent they slept. Slow they proceed: the sage Ulysses then Arose. And Troy possess her fertile fields in peace: So shall the Greeks review their native shore. and Mars decide the field. The gentle steeds through Scaea's gates they guide:(120) Next from the car descending on the plain. thy joyful people wait To seal the truce. for beauty more. and horrid woes prepare For perjured kings. and end the dire debate. And Greece returning plough the watery deep. Then loudly thus before the attentive bands He calls the gods. Who rule the dead." . His be the dame. Idaeus' arms the golden goblets press'd. O father of the Trojan state! The nations call. Bring the rich wine and destined victims down. Antenor at his side.(119) Who thus the venerable king address'd: "Arise. thy son. and view from pole to pole! Thou mother Earth! and all ye living floods! Infernal furies. Eternal Jove! and you bright orb that roll From east to west. Paris. And every age record the signal day. and Sparta's king advance. and spreads his lifted hands: "O first and greatest power! whom all obey. and the princes share.Perhaps their swords some nobler quarrel draws. and bade the chiefs prepare To join his milk-white coursers to the car. In measured lists to toss the weighty lance. This if the Phrygians shall refuse to yield. by Paris slain. Great Menelaus press the fatal plain. Arms must revenge. And who his rival shall in arms subdue. The wine they mix.(121) The heralds part it. and be witness. and heard of wars no more. Amid the Grecian host and Trojan train. through the crowded town. and on each monarch's hands Pour the full urn. and his the treasure too. Who high on Ida's holy mountain sway. Thus with a lasting league our toils may cease. The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep. He mounts the seat. then draws the Grecian lord His cutlass sheathed beside his ponderous sword. If." So spoke the fair.

The waving horse-hair nodded on his head: His figured shield. And add libations to the powers divine. And round the lists the generous coursers neigh. Antenor at his side. While thus their prayers united mount the sky. The beauteous warrior now arrays for fight. the hoary king no longer stay'd. The vital spirit issued at the wound. ye gods on high! And may their blood. The rites now finish'd. O give that author of the war to fate And shades eternal! let division cease. Both armies sat the combat to survey. And thus express'd a heart o'ercharged with woes: "Ye Greeks and Trojans. Then." This said. On lofty Ida's holy mount adored! Whoe'er involved us in this dire debate.With that the chief the tender victims slew. Who first shall launch his pointed spear in air. ." With eyes averted Hector hastes to turn The lots of fight and shakes the brazen urn. The people pray with elevated hands. And joyful nations join in leagues of peace. With flowers adorn'd. high Heaven's superior lord. A radiant baldric. let the chiefs engage. May all their consorts serve promiscuous lust. thine leap'd forth. And all their lust be scatter'd as the dust!" Thus either host their imprecations join'd. he takes. And drove to Troy. But spare the weakness of my feeble age: In yonder walls that object let me shun. Which Jove refused. In gilded arms magnificently bright: The purple cuishes clasp his thighs around. And in the dust their bleeding bodies threw. Beside each chief his azure armour lay. And left the members quivering on the ground. by fatal chance Ordain'd the first to whirl the weighty lance. And words like these are heard through all the bands: "Immortal Jove. mighty Jove! and hear. a shining orb. o'er his shoulder tied. and mingled with the wind. Sustain'd the sword that glitter'd at his side: His youthful face a polish'd helm o'erspread. Nor view the danger of so dear a son. who first the league confound. Braced in and fitted to his softer breast. From the same urn they drink the mingled wine. reverend Priam rose. Bold Hector and Ulysses now dispose The lists of combat. and the ground inclose: Next to decide. "Hear. Shed like this wine. by sacred lots prepare. disdain the thirsty ground. for heaven disposes all. Whose arms shall conquer and what prince shall fall. Heaven only knows. with silver buckles bound: Lycaon's corslet his fair body dress'd. Paris. But on his car the slaughter'd victims laid: Then seized the reins his gentle steeds to guide.

And in his hand a pointed javelin shakes. With equal speed and fired by equal charms, The Spartan hero sheathes his limbs in arms. Now round the lists the admiring armies stand, With javelins fix'd, the Greek and Trojan band. Amidst the dreadful vale, the chiefs advance, All pale with rage, and shake the threatening lance. The Trojan first his shining javelin threw; Full on Atrides' ringing shield it flew, Nor pierced the brazen orb, but with a bound(122) Leap'd from the buckler, blunted, on the ground. Atrides then his massy lance prepares, In act to throw, but first prefers his prayers: "Give me, great Jove! to punish lawless lust, And lay the Trojan gasping in the dust: Destroy the aggressor, aid my righteous cause, Avenge the breach of hospitable laws! Let this example future times reclaim, And guard from wrong fair friendship's holy name." Be said, and poised in air the javelin sent, Through Paris' shield the forceful weapon went, His corslet pierces, and his garment rends, And glancing downward, near his flank descends. The wary Trojan, bending from the blow, Eludes the death, and disappoints his foe: But fierce Atrides waved his sword, and strook Full on his casque: the crested helmet shook; The brittle steel, unfaithful to his hand, Broke short: the fragments glitter'd on the sand. The raging warrior to the spacious skies Raised his upbraiding voice and angry eyes: "Then is it vain in Jove himself to trust? And is it thus the gods assist the just? When crimes provoke us, Heaven success denies; The dart falls harmless, and the falchion flies." Furious he said, and towards the Grecian crew (Seized by the crest) the unhappy warrior drew; Struggling he followed, while the embroider'd thong That tied his helmet, dragg'd the chief along. Then had his ruin crown'd Atrides' joy, But Venus trembled for the prince of Troy: Unseen she came, and burst the golden band; And left an empty helmet in his hand. The casque, enraged, amidst the Greeks he threw; The Greeks with smiles the polish'd trophy view. Then, as once more he lifts the deadly dart, In thirst of vengeance, at his rival's heart; The queen of love her favour'd champion shrouds (For gods can all things) in a veil of clouds. Raised from the field the panting youth she led, And gently laid him on the bridal bed, With pleasing sweets his fainting sense renews, And all the dome perfumes with heavenly dews. Meantime the brightest of the female kind, The matchless Helen, o'er the walls reclined; To her, beset with Trojan beauties, came, In borrow'd form, the laughter-loving dame. (She seem'd an ancient maid, well-skill'd to cull

The snowy fleece, and wind the twisted wool.) The goddess softly shook her silken vest, That shed perfumes, and whispering thus address'd: [Illustration: VENUS, DISGUISED, INVITING HELEN TO THE CHAMBER OF PARIS.] VENUS, DISGUISED, INVITING HELEN TO THE CHAMBER OF PARIS. "Haste, happy nymph! for thee thy Paris calls, Safe from the fight, in yonder lofty walls, Fair as a god; with odours round him spread, He lies, and waits thee on the well-known bed; Not like a warrior parted from the foe, But some gay dancer in the public show." She spoke, and Helen's secret soul was moved; She scorn'd the champion, but the man she loved. Fair Venus' neck, her eyes that sparkled fire, And breast, reveal'd the queen of soft desire.(123) Struck with her presence, straight the lively red Forsook her cheek; and trembling, thus she said: "Then is it still thy pleasure to deceive? And woman's frailty always to believe! Say, to new nations must I cross the main, Or carry wars to some soft Asian plain? For whom must Helen break her second vow? What other Paris is thy darling now? Left to Atrides, (victor in the strife,) An odious conquest and a captive wife, Hence let me sail; and if thy Paris bear My absence ill, let Venus ease his care. A handmaid goddess at his side to wait, Renounce the glories of thy heavenly state, Be fix'd for ever to the Trojan shore, His spouse, or slave; and mount the skies no more. For me, to lawless love no longer led, I scorn the coward, and detest his bed; Else should I merit everlasting shame, And keen reproach, from every Phrygian dame: Ill suits it now the joys of love to know, Too deep my anguish, and too wild my woe." [Illustration: VENUS PRESENTING HELEN TO PARIS.] VENUS PRESENTING HELEN TO PARIS. Then thus incensed, the Paphian queen replies: "Obey the power from whom thy glories rise: Should Venus leave thee, every charm must fly, Fade from thy cheek, and languish in thy eye. Cease to provoke me, lest I make thee more The world's aversion, than their love before; Now the bright prize for which mankind engage, Than, the sad victim, of the public rage." At this, the fairest of her sex obey'd, And veil'd her blushes in a silken shade; Unseen, and silent, from the train she moves,

Led by the goddess of the Smiles and Loves. Arrived, and enter'd at the palace gate, The maids officious round their mistress wait; Then, all dispersing, various tasks attend; The queen and goddess to the prince ascend. Full in her Paris' sight, the queen of love Had placed the beauteous progeny of Jove; Where, as he view'd her charms, she turn'd away Her glowing eyes, and thus began to say: "Is this the chief, who, lost to sense of shame, Late fled the field, and yet survives his fame? O hadst thou died beneath the righteous sword Of that brave man whom once I call'd my lord! The boaster Paris oft desired the day With Sparta's king to meet in single fray: Go now, once more thy rival's rage excite, Provoke Atrides, and renew the fight: Yet Helen bids thee stay, lest thou unskill'd Shouldst fall an easy conquest on the field." The prince replies: "Ah cease, divinely fair, Nor add reproaches to the wounds I bear; This day the foe prevail'd by Pallas' power: We yet may vanquish in a happier hour: There want not gods to favour us above; But let the business of our life be love: These softer moments let delights employ, And kind embraces snatch the hasty joy. Not thus I loved thee, when from Sparta's shore My forced, my willing heavenly prize I bore, When first entranced in Cranae's isle I lay,(124) Mix'd with thy soul, and all dissolved away!" Thus having spoke, the enamour'd Phrygian boy Rush'd to the bed, impatient for the joy. Him Helen follow'd slow with bashful charms, And clasp'd the blooming hero in her arms. While these to love's delicious rapture yield, The stern Atrides rages round the field: So some fell lion whom the woods obey, Roars through the desert, and demands his prey. Paris he seeks, impatient to destroy, But seeks in vain along the troops of Troy; Even those had yielded to a foe so brave The recreant warrior, hateful as the grave. Then speaking thus, the king of kings arose, "Ye Trojans, Dardans, all our generous foes! Hear and attest! from Heaven with conquest crown'd, Our brother's arms the just success have found: Be therefore now the Spartan wealth restor'd, Let Argive Helen own her lawful lord; The appointed fine let Ilion justly pay, And age to age record this signal day." He ceased; his army's loud applauses rise, And the long shout runs echoing through the skies. [Illustration: VENUS.]

VENUS. [Illustration: Map, titled "Graeciae Antiquae".] Map, titled "Graeciae Antiquae".

BOOK IV. ARGUMENT. THE BREACH OF THE TRUCE, AND THE FIRST BATTLE. The gods deliberate in council concerning the Trojan war: they agree upon the continuation of it, and Jupiter sends down Minerva to break the truce. She persuades Pandarus to aim an arrow at Menelaus, who is wounded, but cured by Machaon. In the meantime some of the Trojan troops attack the Greeks. Agamemnon is distinguished in all the parts of a good general; he reviews the troops, and exhorts the leaders, some by praises and others by reproof. Nestor is particularly celebrated for his military discipline. The battle joins, and great numbers are slain on both sides. The same day continues through this as through the last book (as it does also through the two following, and almost to the end of the seventh book). The scene is wholly in the field before Troy. And now Olympus' shining gates unfold; The gods, with Jove, assume their thrones of gold: Immortal Hebe, fresh with bloom divine, The golden goblet crowns with purple wine: While the full bowls flow round, the powers employ Their careful eyes on long-contended Troy. When Jove, disposed to tempt Saturnia's spleen, Thus waked the fury of his partial queen, "Two powers divine the son of Atreus aid, Imperial Juno, and the martial maid;(125) But high in heaven they sit, and gaze from far, The tame spectators of his deeds of war. Not thus fair Venus helps her favour'd knight, The queen of pleasures shares the toils of fight, Each danger wards, and constant in her care, Saves in the moment of the last despair. Her act has rescued Paris' forfeit life, Though great Atrides gain'd the glorious strife. Then say, ye powers! what signal issue waits To crown this deed, and finish all the fates! Shall Heaven by peace the bleeding kingdoms spare, Or rouse the furies, and awake the war? Yet, would the gods for human good provide, Atrides soon might gain his beauteous bride, Still Priam's walls in peaceful honours grow, And through his gates the crowding nations flow." Thus while he spoke, the queen of heaven, enraged,

And queen of war, in close consult engaged: Apart they sit, their deep designs employ, And meditate the future woes of Troy. Though secret anger swell'd Minerva's breast, The prudent goddess yet her wrath suppress'd; But Juno, impotent of passion, broke Her sullen silence, and with fury spoke: [Illustration: THE COUNCIL OF THE GODS.] THE COUNCIL OF THE GODS. "Shall then, O tyrant of the ethereal reign! My schemes, my labours, and my hopes be vain? Have I, for this, shook Ilion with alarms, Assembled nations, set two worlds in arms? To spread the war, I flew from shore to shore; The immortal coursers scarce the labour bore. At length ripe vengeance o'er their heads impends, But Jove himself the faithless race defends. Loth as thou art to punish lawless lust, Not all the gods are partial and unjust." The sire whose thunder shakes the cloudy skies, Sighs from his inmost soul, and thus replies: "Oh lasting rancour! oh insatiate hate To Phrygia's monarch, and the Phrygian state! What high offence has fired the wife of Jove? Can wretched mortals harm the powers above, That Troy, and Troy's whole race thou wouldst confound, And yon fair structures level with the ground! Haste, leave the skies, fulfil thy stern desire, Burst all her gates, and wrap her walls in fire! Let Priam bleed! if yet you thirst for more, Bleed all his sons, and Ilion float with gore: To boundless vengeance the wide realm be given, Till vast destruction glut the queen of heaven! So let it be, and Jove his peace enjoy,(126) When heaven no longer hears the name of Troy. But should this arm prepare to wreak our hate On thy loved realms, whose guilt demands their fate; Presume not thou the lifted bolt to stay, Remember Troy, and give the vengeance way. For know, of all the numerous towns that rise Beneath the rolling sun and starry skies, Which gods have raised, or earth-born men enjoy, None stands so dear to Jove as sacred Troy. No mortals merit more distinguish'd grace Than godlike Priam, or than Priam's race. Still to our name their hecatombs expire, And altars blaze with unextinguish'd fire." At this the goddess rolled her radiant eyes, Then on the Thunderer fix'd them, and replies: "Three towns are Juno's on the Grecian plains, More dear than all the extended earth contains, Mycenae, Argos, and the Spartan wall;(127) These thou mayst raze, nor I forbid their fall:

'Tis not in me the vengeance to remove; The crime's sufficient that they share my love. Of power superior why should I complain? Resent I may, but must resent in vain. Yet some distinction Juno might require, Sprung with thyself from one celestial sire, A goddess born, to share the realms above, And styled the consort of the thundering Jove; Nor thou a wife and sister's right deny;(128) Let both consent, and both by terms comply; So shall the gods our joint decrees obey, And heaven shall act as we direct the way. See ready Pallas waits thy high commands To raise in arms the Greek and Phrygian bands; Their sudden friendship by her arts may cease, And the proud Trojans first infringe the peace." The sire of men and monarch of the sky The advice approved, and bade Minerva fly, Dissolve the league, and all her arts employ To make the breach the faithless act of Troy. Fired with the charge, she headlong urged her flight, And shot like lightning from Olympus' height. As the red comet, from Saturnius sent To fright the nations with a dire portent, (A fatal sign to armies on the plain, Or trembling sailors on the wintry main,) With sweeping glories glides along in air, And shakes the sparkles from its blazing hair:(129) Between both armies thus, in open sight Shot the bright goddess in a trail of light, With eyes erect the gazing hosts admire The power descending, and the heavens on fire! "The gods (they cried), the gods this signal sent, And fate now labours with some vast event: Jove seals the league, or bloodier scenes prepares; Jove, the great arbiter of peace and wars." They said, while Pallas through the Trojan throng, (In shape a mortal,) pass'd disguised along. Like bold Laodocus, her course she bent, Who from Antenor traced his high descent. Amidst the ranks Lycaon's son she found, The warlike Pandarus, for strength renown'd; Whose squadrons, led from black à sepus' flood,(130) With flaming shields in martial circle stood. To him the goddess: "Phrygian! canst thou hear A well-timed counsel with a willing ear? What praise were thine, couldst thou direct thy dart, Amidst his triumph, to the Spartan's heart? What gifts from Troy, from Paris wouldst thou gain, Thy country's foe, the Grecian glory slain? Then seize the occasion, dare the mighty deed, Aim at his breast, and may that aim succeed! But first, to speed the shaft, address thy vow To Lycian Phoebus with the silver bow, And swear the firstlings of thy flock to pay, On Zelia's altars, to the god of day."(131) He heard, and madly at the motion pleased,

His polish'd bow with hasty rashness seized. 'Twas form'd of horn, and smooth'd with artful toil: A mountain goat resign'd the shining spoil. Who pierced long since beneath his arrows bled; The stately quarry on the cliffs lay dead, And sixteen palms his brow's large honours spread: The workmen join'd, and shaped the bended horns, And beaten gold each taper point adorns. This, by the Greeks unseen, the warrior bends, Screen'd by the shields of his surrounding friends: There meditates the mark; and couching low, Fits the sharp arrow to the well-strung bow. One from a hundred feather'd deaths he chose, Fated to wound, and cause of future woes; Then offers vows with hecatombs to crown Apollo's altars in his native town. Now with full force the yielding horn he bends, Drawn to an arch, and joins the doubling ends; Close to his breast he strains the nerve below, Till the barb'd points approach the circling bow; The impatient weapon whizzes on the wing; Sounds the tough horn, and twangs the quivering string. But thee, Atrides! in that dangerous hour The gods forget not, nor thy guardian power, Pallas assists, and (weakened in its force) Diverts the weapon from its destined course: So from her babe, when slumber seals his eye, The watchful mother wafts the envenom'd fly. Just where his belt with golden buckles join'd, Where linen folds the double corslet lined, She turn'd the shaft, which, hissing from above, Pass'd the broad belt, and through the corslet drove; The folds it pierced, the plaited linen tore, And razed the skin, and drew the purple gore. As when some stately trappings are decreed To grace a monarch on his bounding steed, A nymph in Caria or Maeonia bred, Stains the pure ivory with a lively red; With equal lustre various colours vie, The shining whiteness, and the Tyrian dye: So great Atrides! show'd thy sacred blood, As down thy snowy thigh distill'd the streaming flood. With horror seized, the king of men descried The shaft infix'd, and saw the gushing tide: Nor less the Spartan fear'd, before he found The shining barb appear above the wound, Then, with a sigh, that heaved his manly breast, The royal brother thus his grief express'd, And grasp'd his hand; while all the Greeks around With answering sighs return'd the plaintive sound. "Oh, dear as life! did I for this agree The solemn truce, a fatal truce to thee! Wert thou exposed to all the hostile train, To fight for Greece, and conquer, to be slain! The race of Trojans in thy ruin join, And faith is scorn'd by all the perjured line. Not thus our vows, confirm'd with wine and gore,

Those hands we plighted, and those oaths we swore, Shall all be vain: when Heaven's revenge is slow, Jove but prepares to strike the fiercer blow. The day shall come, that great avenging day, When Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. I see the god, already, from the pole Bare his red arm, and bid the thunder roll; I see the Eternal all his fury shed, And shake his aegis o'er their guilty head. Such mighty woes on perjured princes wait; But thou, alas! deserv'st a happier fate. Still must I mourn the period of thy days, And only mourn, without my share of praise? Deprived of thee, the heartless Greeks no more Shall dream of conquests on the hostile shore; Troy seized of Helen, and our glory lost, Thy bones shall moulder on a foreign coast; While some proud Trojan thus insulting cries, (And spurns the dust where Menelaus lies,) 'Such are the trophies Greece from Ilion brings, And such the conquest of her king of kings! Lo his proud vessels scatter'd o'er the main, And unrevenged, his mighty brother slain.' Oh! ere that dire disgrace shall blast my fame, O'erwhelm me, earth! and hide a monarch's shame." He said: a leader's and a brother's fears Possess his soul, which thus the Spartan cheers: "Let not thy words the warmth of Greece abate; The feeble dart is guiltless of my fate: Stiff with the rich embroider'd work around, My varied belt repell'd the flying wound." To whom the king: "My brother and my friend, Thus, always thus, may Heaven thy life defend! Now seek some skilful hand, whose powerful art May stanch the effusion, and extract the dart. Herald, be swift, and bid Machaon bring His speedy succour to the Spartan king; Pierced with a winged shaft (the deed of Troy), The Grecian's sorrow, and the Dardan's joy." With hasty zeal the swift Talthybius flies; Through the thick files he darts his searching eyes, And finds Machaon, where sublime he stands(132) In arms incircled with his native bands. Then thus: "Machaon, to the king repair, His wounded brother claims thy timely care; Pierced by some Lycian or Dardanian bow, A grief to us, a triumph to the foe." The heavy tidings grieved the godlike man Swift to his succour through the ranks he ran. The dauntless king yet standing firm he found, And all the chiefs in deep concern around. Where to the steely point the reed was join'd, The shaft he drew, but left the head behind. Straight the broad belt with gay embroidery graced,

" Thus with new ardour he the brave inspires.(133) Which Chiron gave. with severe delight. Jove is with Greece. Maintain thy honours. and sovereign balm infused. Whose crimes sit heavy on her perjured head. Or thus the fearful with reproaches fires: "Shame to your country. To save a trembling. First in the fight and every graceful deed. "Brave men!" he cries. he stalk'd with ample strides along. but guilty Troy. "Your ancient valour on the foes approve. For this. Fix'd to thy side. a victim to his fear. heartless. While round the prince the Greeks employ their care. On foot through all the martial ranks he moves And these encourages. Unmix'd. And clasp'd the warrior to his armed breast. Born to the fate ye well deserve to find! Why stand ye gazing round the dreadful plain.He loosed. Though all the rest with stated rules we bound. to dread. but doom'd to fly in vain? Confused and panting thus. Till yon tall vessels blaze with Trojan fire? Or trust ye. and raise the warriors' souls. The Trojans rush tumultuous to the war. Her sons and matrons Greece shall lead in chains. scandal of your kind. "Divine Idomeneus! what thanks we owe To worth like thine! what praise shall we bestow? To thee the foremost honours are decreed. and enlarge thy fame. Prepared for flight. or surprised with fear. and let us trust in Jove. The fiery coursers snorted at his side. Jove a valiant foe shall chase. Then suck'd the blood. the hunted deer Falls as he flies. Thy firm associate in the day of war. At this the king his generous joy express'd. Still must ye wait the foes. Be still thyself. No longer with his warlike steeds he stay'd. when the generous bowls Restore our blood. High at their head he saw the chief appear. O king! exhort the rest. Nor had you seen the king of men appear Confused. and still retire. And bold Meriones excite the rear. in every toil I share. the corslet from his breast unbraced. in banquets. dastard race?" This said. And her dead warriors strew the mournful plains. His beating bosom claim'd the rising fight. But fond of glory. are thy goblets crown'd. (to such who boldly dare Urge their swift steeds to face the coming war). and à sculapius used. 'Tis not for us. in arms a mighty name. Once more they glitter in refulgent arms. Or press'd the car with polish'd brass inlaid But left Eurymedon the reins to guide. unactive." To whom the Cretan thus his speech address'd: "Secure of me. and those reproves. unmeasured. Once more the fields are fill'd with dire alarms. To Crete's brave monarch and his martial throng. .

Spread in dim streams. (His heart exults. With strictest order sets his train in arms. He whom the fortune of the field shall cast From forth his chariot. The chiefs advises. the embattled squadrons stood. Thus ruled their ardour. Chromius. And with inspiring eloquence commands. Bias the good. a moving iron wood: A shady light was shot from glimmering shields. Alastor. be tried: The charge once made. And their brown arms obscured the dusky fields. And earth's proud tyrants low in ashes laid. nor left the power to fly." Charm'd with this heat. . A cloud of heroes blacken'd all the ground. Thus from the lofty promontory's brow A swain surveys the gathering storm below. To mix in fight is all I ask of Heaven. Inclosed by both. the king his course pursues. And chains or death avenge the impious deed. But fight. By laws like these immortal conquests made. nor the ranks exceed: Before the rest let none too rashly ride.But let the signal be this moment given. but just in time. Haemon. (Exclaim'd the king). who raise your eager bands With great examples. The cloud condensing as the west-wind blows: He dreads the impending storm. or fall. and so thick. With spears erect. And next the troops of either Ajax views: In one firm orb the bands were ranged around. Such. The middle space suspected troops supply. and drives his flock To the close covert of an arching rock. He gives command to "curb the fiery steed. Content with javelins to provoke the war. no warrior turn the rein. Soon should our arms with just success be crown'd. Till black as night the swelling tempest shows." So spoke the master of the martial art. Our great forefathers held this prudent course. The field shall prove how perjuries succeed. Slow from the main the heavy vapours rise. more than loud commands. a firm embodied train. Whose godlike virtue we but urge in vain. The foot (the strength of war) he ranged behind. The horse and chariots to the front assign'd. Ah! would the gods but breathe in all the rest Such souls as burn in your exalted breast. Nor seek unpractised to direct the car. mount the next in haste. Nor cause confusion. No strength nor skill. thus preserved their force. round him wait." Then to the next the general bends his course. And Troy's proud walls lie smoking on the ground. "O heroes! worthy such a dauntless train. There reverend Nestor ranks his Pylian bands. and the soldiers warms. and sail along the skies. and Pelagon the great. and glories in his force).

" Thus to the experienced prince Atrides cried." Ulysses heard: the hero's warmth o'erspread His cheek with blushes: and severe. and thy arms unbrace. he said: "Take back the unjust reproach! Behold we stand Sheathed in bright arms. Remote their forces lay. slain Beneath this arm. The solemn council best becomes the old: To you the glorious conflict I resign. The king. and in council wise! With ours. Exhaust thy spirits. that wither human race. And next Ulysses. with action those: The field of combat fits the young and bold." He said. and thus replied: "Well might I wish. What once thou wert. The tumult late begun. is it thus those honours you requite? The first in banquets. And nerves to second what thy soul inspires! But wasting years. nor aught to blame. chiefs! without a blush survey Whole troops before you labouring in the fray? Say. And fears Ulysses. . Who dares to act whate'er thou dar'st to view. and but expect command. But heaven its gifts not all at once bestows. skill'd in every art? Why stand you distant. and the rest expect To mix in combat which yourselves neglect? From you 'twas hoped among the first to dare The shock of armies. Nor need I to commend. He shook his hoary locks. With hasty ardour thus the chiefs reproved: "Can Peleus' son forget a warrior's part. fell prostrate on the plain. To share the pleasures of the genial feast: And can you. could mortal wish renew(134) That strength which once in boiling youth I knew. These years with wisdom crowns. be mine. the king replies: "O great in action. For this your names are call'd before the rest. "Oh! hadst thou strength to match thy brave desires. Such as I was. Let sage advice. nor knew so far The peace infringed. Then give thy warrior-chief a warrior's due. Behold me plunging in the thickest fight. dubious of the event. nor heard the sounds of war. With joy the monarch march'd before. and commence the war. with his subject bands. If glorious deeds afford thy soul delight. they stood intent To watch the motion. the palm of age. And found Menestheus on the dusty shore. when Ereuthalion." Struck with his generous wrath. but the last in fight. who saw their squadrons yet unmoved. oh ever mightst thou be! And age the lot of any chief but thee. Sage as thou art. and learn'd in human kind. thy care and ardour are the same.And touch'd with transport great Atrides' heart. With whom the firm Athenian phalanx stands. Forgive the transport of a martial mind.

Gods! how the son degenerates from the sire!" No words the godlike Diomed return'd. The sons subdued. (The warlike Sthenelus attends his side. And dared to combat all those chiefs around: Dared. . Such Tydeus was. and in secret burn'd: Not so fierce Capaneus' undaunted son. The tyrant feasting with his chiefs he found. He spared but one to bear the dreadful tale. A fearless envoy.)(135) To whom with stern reproach the monarch cried: "O son of Tydeus! (he. though our fury less.(137) In impious acts the guilty father died. Ourselves to lessen. Whose cause we follow. Thebes' hostile walls unguarded and alone. O monarch! this invidious praise." He said. forbear. Not we denied. His steeds and chariots wedged in firm array. and pass'd where great Tydides lay. Our glories darken their diminish'd name. whose strength could tame The bounding steed. and the king revere: His high concern may well excuse this rage. the boaster thus begun: "What needs. the chief disgrace his own. and whose war we wage: His the first praise. The gods that make.(136) Next." To him Tydides thus: "My friend. sent by Greece from where Asopus flows. and a careless eye? Not thus thy sire the fierce encounter fear'd. Two heroes led the secret squadron on. and armies had been given. if we fail. To bar his passage fifty warriors lay. With fewer troops we storm'd the Theban wall. while our sire you raise? Dare to be just. and demands the throne. but Jove forbade from heaven. And happier saw the sevenfold city fall. Atrides! and confess Our value equal. and subdued before their haughty lord. for Heaven was on their side. Suppress thy passion. Those fifty slaughter'd in the gloomy vale. were Ilion's towers o'erthrown. within the winding way. With hands unactive. While dreadful comets glaring from afar. remote. when gathering martial powers. Armies he ask'd. Who view'd him labouring through the ranks of fight? I saw him once. the mingling hosts descry.Haste to the fight. Far more than heirs of all our parents' fame. in arms a mighty name) Canst thou. friends. what wonders they recite. Stern as his sire. Mason the fierce. A peaceful guest. he sought Mycenae's towers. Dauntless he enters. secure of just amends. Forewarn'd the horrors of the Theban war. But heard respectful. For Pallas strung his arm and edged his sword. he approach'd the foes. Still first in front the matchless prince appear'd: What glorious toils. shall keep the worthy. and such his martial fire. and hardy Lycophon. Stung with the shame. And.

Discord! dire sister of the slaughtering power. Shields urged on shields. where'er her steps she turns. With streaming blood the slippery fields are dyed. . And discord raging bathes the purple plain. Razed his high crest. Each host now joins. She stalks on earth. The groan still deepens.(139) The nations bleed. So mix both hosts. with awe the rest obey. Host against host with shadowy squadrons drew.Let him the Greeks to hardy toils excite. The billows float in order to the shore. The first who struck a valiant Trojan dead: At great Echepolus the lance arrives. 'Tis ours to labour in the glorious fight. but rising every hour. down their echoing hills Rush to the vales. The bold Antilochus the slaughter led. and through his helmet drives. As when the winds. Of arm'd Tydides rushing to the war. and shakes the world around. No sound. and each a god inspires. And shrilling shouts and dying groans arise. With rage impetuous. So to the fight the thick battalions throng. and wait the milker's hand. Roar through a thousand channels to the main: The distant shepherd trembling hears the sound. and the combat burns. Dire was the clang. And shades eternal settle o'er his eyes. The hollow vales incessant bleating fills. Mix'd was the murmur. Foam o'er the rocks. lance to lance opposed. The lambs reply from all the neighbouring hills: Such clamours rose from various nations round. but the chief's commands. Small at her birth. and thunder to the skies. increased by numerous rills. and pour'd along the plain. Victors and vanquish'd join'd promiscuous cries. Now shield with shield. and those Minerva fires. To armour armour. from their host ascends A general shout that all the region rends. Till. Not so the Trojans. As when the fleecy flocks unnumber'd stand In wealthy folds. on the trembling ground Sprung from his car: his ringing arms resound. Those only heard. with the growing storm. And slaughter'd heroes swell the dreadful tide. Warm'd in the brain the brazen weapon lies. As if some god had snatch'd their voice away. and ardent. While scarce the skies her horrid head can bound. no whisper. ascending by degrees. Pale flight around. with helmet helmet closed. and confused the sound. and dreadful terror reign. The wave behind rolls on the wave before. and dreadful from afar.(138) First move the whitening surface of the seas." He spoke. As torrents roll. and men drove men along Sedate and silent move the numerous bands. and so their cries rebound. These Mars incites. the deeps arise. The sounding darts in iron tempests flew.

The soul comes floating in a tide of gore. and with grief enraged. Slow he gave way. their common care and joy. (Fell'd by some artist with his shining steel. and all is blood and rage. Trojans and Greeks now gather round the slain. who from Abydos came. and dragg'd the corpse along: But while he strove to tug the inserted dart. and largely spread. The weapon entered close above his ear.So sinks a tower. its walls besmear'd with blood. the bold leader of the Abantian throng. And trembling heard the javelin as it flew. and spurns the field. And thence from Simois named the lovely boy. smooth. and thus neglected dies. unguarded by his ample shield. it withers on the plain Thus pierced by Ajax. Cold through his temples glides the whizzing spear. E'en godlike Hector seems himself to fear. Brought forth the babe. The Greeks with shouts press on.(140) Seized to despoil. He drops the corpse of Simoisius slain. Agenor's javelin reach'd the hero's heart. His flank. Man dies on man. loved by wise Ulysses. tall. His eye-balls darken with the shades of death. Strode where the foremost of the foes engaged. with stately branches crown'd. support his limbs no more. left a subject to the wind and rain. Old Priam's son. Arm'd with his spear. To shape the circle of the bending wheel. the rest tumultuous fled. Democoon was his name. The pointed lance with erring fury flew. Antiphus his javelin threw. A chief stood nigh. In blooming youth fair Simoisius fell. Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell. whom his mother bore Amid the flocks on silver Simois' shore: The nymph descending from the hills of Ide. but cautious look'd around.(141) With piercing shrieks the youth resigns his breath. unbraced.) Cut down it lies. And his broad buckler rings against the ground. Ponderous he falls. He falls. This saw Ulysses. the warriors bleed again: As o'er their prey rapacious wolves engage. his clanging arms resound. Seized with affright the boldest foes appear. In act to throw. that in watery ground Raised high the head. Fair Simoisius. he meditates the wound. and renders all their cares in vain! So falls a poplar. To seek her parents on his flowery side. Him. And scorch'd by suns. and spoil the dead: . The war renews. Short was his date! by dreadful Ajax slain. And sinks a breathless carcase on the plain. that long assaults had stood Of force and fire. Simoisius lies Stretch'd on the shore. slew. Admits the lance: he falls. Struck at his sight the Trojans backward drew. And Leucus. With all its beauteous honours on its head There. The nerves. At Ajax.

The foe rush'd furious as he pants for breath. and animates the fight. and crash'd the solid bone. Had some brave chief this martial scene beheld. nor ribb'd with steel. Deep in his breast above the pap it went. and your strokes they feel.)(142) Full on his ankle dropp'd the ponderous stone. A grove of lances glitter'd at his breast. The corpse now breathless on the bloody plain. To spoil his arms the victor strove in vain. And crowds on crowds triumphantly expired. And heap'd with growing mountains of the dead. roused the Trojan powers: While war's fierce goddess fires the Grecian foe. And the warm life came issuing from the wound. and native bands. Then great Diores fell. The à tolian warrior tugg'd his weighty spear: Then sudden waved his flaming falchion round. His lance bold Thoas at the conqueror sent." Apollo thus from Ilion's lofty towers. Your weapons enter. glaring with revengeful eyes.] . So fought each host. Thus fell two heroes. Might darts be bid to turn their points away. With copious slaughter all the fields are red. The war's whole art with wonder had he seen. In sullen fury slowly quits the prize. (Who from cold à nus led the Thracian crew. the fierce Achilles fights no more. And quivering in his heaving bosom stood: Till from the dying chief. And through his navel drove the pointed death: His gushing entrails smoked upon the ground. Amid the lungs was fix'd the winged wood. Burst the strong nerves. Supine he tumbles on the crimson sands. Array'd in terrors. A broken rock the force of Pyrus threw. Before his helpless friends. "Trojans. and force with force oppose. Death's sable shade at once o'ercast their eyes. one the pride of Thrace. And spreads for aid his unavailing hands. In dust the vanquish'd and the victor lies. Stern Thoas. And counted heroes where he counted men. And swords around him innocently play. [Illustration: Map of the Plain of Troy. Have ye forgot what seem'd your dread before? The great.But Phoebus now from Ilion's towering height Shines forth reveal'd. In vain his valour and illustrious line. And gash'd his belly with a ghastly wound. And shouts and thunders in the fields below. By Pallas guarded through the dreadful field. by doom divine. approaching near. with thirst of glory fired. Your foaming steeds urge headlong on the foes! Nor are their bodies rocks. And one the leader of the Epeian race. The Thracian bands against the victor press'd. be bold.

Idaeus fled. And first bold Phegeus cast his sounding spear. When fresh he rears his radiant orb to sight. And crown her hero with distinguish'd praise. à neas joins Pandarus to oppose him. Fierce for renown the brother-chiefs draw near. High on his helm celestial lightnings play. and sends him groaning to heaven. and they overthrow several of the Greeks. enables him to discern gods from mortals. Not so. Which o'er the warrior's shoulder took its course. furious to engage. A wealthy priest. Pandarus is killed. But pierced his breast. and assists Hector to make a stand. and his brother dead. Juno and Minerva descend to resist Mars. shoots a keener light. Mars rallies the Trojans. Diomed. . The sons of Dares first the combat sought. But Pallas now Tydides' soul inspires. Such glories Pallas on the chief bestow'd. Where the fight burns. These singled from their troops the fight maintain. assisted by Pallas. who. performs wonders in this day's battle. Tydides on the plain. Such. from his arms. and prohibits him from contending with any of the former. Apollo seconds her in his rescue. Like the red star that fires the autumnal skies. And. and warms with all her fires. the fierce effulgence flow'd: Onward she drives him. but the goddess cures him. The sons to toils of glorious battle bred. The unwearied blaze incessant streams supplies. THE ACTS OF DIOMED. from their steeds.(143) Fills with her force. flew thy lance in vain. and stretch'd him on the plain. where he is healed in the temple of Pergamus. In Vulcan's fane the father's days were led. Pandarus wounds him with an arrow. excepting Venus. These. ARGUMENT. as she is removing her son from the fight. bathed in ocean. His beamy shield emits a living ray. BOOK V. among the rest Tlepolemus is slain by Sarpedon. Tydides. but rich without a fault. is wounded on the hand by Diomed. he wounds him.Map of the Plain of Troy. The first battle continues through this book. Left the rich chariot. Seized with unusual fear. Above the Greeks his deathless fame to raise. In the meantime à neas is restored to the field. The scene is the same as in the former. the latter incites Diomed to go against that god. and at length carries off à neas to Troy. And spent in empty air its erring force. and where the thickest rage. and à neas in great danger but for the assistance of Venus.

And had not Vulcan lent celestial aid, He too had sunk to death's eternal shade; But in a smoky cloud the god of fire Preserved the son, in pity to the sire. The steeds and chariot, to the navy led, Increased the spoils of gallant Diomed. Struck with amaze and shame, the Trojan crew, Or slain, or fled, the sons of Dares view; When by the blood-stain'd hand Minerva press'd The god of battles, and this speech address'd: "Stern power of war! by whom the mighty fall, Who bathe in blood, and shake the lofty wall! Let the brave chiefs their glorious toils divide; And whose the conquest, mighty Jove decide: While we from interdicted fields retire, Nor tempt the wrath of heaven's avenging sire." Her words allay the impetuous warrior's heat, The god of arms and martial maid retreat; Removed from fight, on Xanthus' flowery bounds They sat, and listen'd to the dying sounds. Meantime, the Greeks the Trojan race pursue, And some bold chieftain every leader slew: First Odius falls, and bites the bloody sand, His death ennobled by Atrides' hand: As he to flight his wheeling car address'd, The speedy javelin drove from back to breast. In dust the mighty Halizonian lay, His arms resound, the spirit wings its way. Thy fate was next, O Phaestus! doom'd to feel The great Idomeneus' protended steel; Whom Borus sent (his son and only joy) From fruitful Tarne to the fields of Troy. The Cretan javelin reach'd him from afar, And pierced his shoulder as he mounts his car; Back from the car he tumbles to the ground, And everlasting shades his eyes surround. Then died Scamandrius, expert in the chase, In woods and wilds to wound the savage race; Diana taught him all her sylvan arts, To bend the bow, and aim unerring darts: But vainly here Diana's arts he tries, The fatal lance arrests him as he flies; From Menelaus' arm the weapon sent, Through his broad back and heaving bosom went: Down sinks the warrior with a thundering sound, His brazen armour rings against the ground. Next artful Phereclus untimely fell; Bold Merion sent him to the realms of hell. Thy father's skill, O Phereclus! was thine, The graceful fabric and the fair design; For loved by Pallas, Pallas did impart To him the shipwright's and the builder's art.

Beneath his hand the fleet of Paris rose, The fatal cause of all his country's woes; But he, the mystic will of heaven unknown, Nor saw his country's peril, nor his own. The hapless artist, while confused he fled, The spear of Merion mingled with the dead. Through his right hip, with forceful fury cast, Between the bladder and the bone it pass'd; Prone on his knees he falls with fruitless cries, And death in lasting slumber seals his eyes. From Meges' force the swift Pedaeus fled, Antenor's offspring from a foreign bed, Whose generous spouse, Theanor, heavenly fair, Nursed the young stranger with a mother's care. How vain those cares! when Meges in the rear Full in his nape infix'd the fatal spear; Swift through his crackling jaws the weapon glides, And the cold tongue and grinning teeth divides. Then died Hypsenor, generous and divine, Sprung from the brave Dolopion's mighty line, Who near adored Scamander made abode, Priest of the stream, and honoured as a god. On him, amidst the flying numbers found, Eurypylus inflicts a deadly wound; On his broad shoulders fell the forceful brand, Thence glancing downwards, lopp'd his holy hand, Which stain'd with sacred blood the blushing sand. Down sunk the priest: the purple hand of death Closed his dim eye, and fate suppress'd his breath. Thus toil'd the chiefs, in different parts engaged. In every quarter fierce Tydides raged; Amid the Greek, amid the Trojan train, Rapt through the ranks he thunders o'er the plain; Now here, now there, he darts from place to place, Pours on the rear, or lightens in their face. Thus from high hills the torrents swift and strong Deluge whole fields, and sweep the trees along, Through ruin'd moles the rushing wave resounds, O'erwhelm's the bridge, and bursts the lofty bounds; The yellow harvests of the ripen'd year, And flatted vineyards, one sad waste appear!(144) While Jove descends in sluicy sheets of rain, And all the labours of mankind are vain. So raged Tydides, boundless in his ire, Drove armies back, and made all Troy retire. With grief the leader of the Lycian band Saw the wide waste of his destructive hand: His bended bow against the chief he drew; Swift to the mark the thirsty arrow flew, Whose forky point the hollow breastplate tore, Deep in his shoulder pierced, and drank the gore: The rushing stream his brazen armour dyed, While the proud archer thus exulting cried: "Hither, ye Trojans, hither drive your steeds! Lo! by our hand the bravest Grecian bleeds,

Not long the deathful dart he can sustain; Or Phoebus urged me to these fields in vain." So spoke he, boastful: but the winged dart Stopp'd short of life, and mock'd the shooter's art. The wounded chief, behind his car retired, The helping hand of Sthenelus required; Swift from his seat he leap'd upon the ground, And tugg'd the weapon from the gushing wound; When thus the king his guardian power address'd, The purple current wandering o'er his vest: "O progeny of Jove! unconquer'd maid! If e'er my godlike sire deserved thy aid, If e'er I felt thee in the fighting field; Now, goddess, now, thy sacred succour yield. O give my lance to reach the Trojan knight, Whose arrow wounds the chief thou guard'st in fight; And lay the boaster grovelling on the shore, That vaunts these eyes shall view the light no more." Thus pray'd Tydides, and Minerva heard, His nerves confirm'd, his languid spirits cheer'd; He feels each limb with wonted vigour light; His beating bosom claim'd the promised fight. "Be bold, (she cried), in every combat shine, War be thy province, thy protection mine; Rush to the fight, and every foe control; Wake each paternal virtue in thy soul: Strength swells thy boiling breast, infused by me, And all thy godlike father breathes in thee; Yet more, from mortal mists I purge thy eyes,(145) And set to view the warring deities. These see thou shun, through all the embattled plain; Nor rashly strive where human force is vain. If Venus mingle in the martial band, Her shalt thou wound: so Pallas gives command." With that, the blue-eyed virgin wing'd her flight; The hero rush'd impetuous to the fight; With tenfold ardour now invades the plain, Wild with delay, and more enraged by pain. As on the fleecy flocks when hunger calls, Amidst the field a brindled lion falls; If chance some shepherd with a distant dart The savage wound, he rouses at the smart, He foams, he roars; the shepherd dares not stay, But trembling leaves the scattering flocks a prey; Heaps fall on heaps; he bathes with blood the ground, Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound. Not with less fury stern Tydides flew; And two brave leaders at an instant slew; Astynous breathless fell, and by his side, His people's pastor, good Hypenor, died; Astynous' breast the deadly lance receives, Hypenor's shoulder his broad falchion cleaves. Those slain he left, and sprung with noble rage Abas and Polyidus to engage; Sons of Eurydamus, who, wise and old, Could fate foresee, and mystic dreams unfold; The youths return'd not from the doubtful plain,

And the sad father tried his arts in vain; No mystic dream could make their fates appear, Though now determined by Tydides' spear. Young Xanthus next, and Thoon felt his rage; The joy and hope of Phaenops' feeble age: Vast was his wealth, and these the only heirs Of all his labours and a life of cares. Cold death o'ertakes them in their blooming years, And leaves the father unavailing tears: To strangers now descends his heapy store, The race forgotten, and the name no more. Two sons of Priam in one chariot ride, Glittering in arms, and combat side by side. As when the lordly lion seeks his food Where grazing heifers range the lonely wood, He leaps amidst them with a furious bound, Bends their strong necks, and tears them to the ground: So from their seats the brother chiefs are torn, Their steeds and chariot to the navy borne. With deep concern divine à neas view'd The foe prevailing, and his friends pursued; Through the thick storm of singing spears he flies, Exploring Pandarus with careful eyes. At length he found Lycaon's mighty son; To whom the chief of Venus' race begun: "Where, Pandarus, are all thy honours now, Thy winged arrows and unerring bow, Thy matchless skill, thy yet unrivall'd fame, And boasted glory of the Lycian name? O pierce that mortal! if we mortal call That wondrous force by which whole armies fall; Or god incensed, who quits the distant skies To punish Troy for slighted sacrifice; (Which, oh avert from our unhappy state! For what so dreadful as celestial hate)? Whoe'er he be, propitiate Jove with prayer; If man, destroy; if god, entreat to spare." To him the Lycian: "Whom your eyes behold, If right I judge, is Diomed the bold: Such coursers whirl him o'er the dusty field, So towers his helmet, and so flames his shield. If 'tis a god, he wears that chief's disguise: Or if that chief, some guardian of the skies, Involved in clouds, protects him in the fray, And turns unseen the frustrate dart away. I wing'd an arrow, which not idly fell, The stroke had fix'd him to the gates of hell; And, but some god, some angry god withstands, His fate was due to these unerring hands. Skill'd in the bow, on foot I sought the war, Nor join'd swift horses to the rapid car. Ten polish'd chariots I possess'd at home, And still they grace Lycaon's princely dome: There veil'd in spacious coverlets they stand; And twice ten coursers wait their lord's command.

The good old warrior bade me trust to these, When first for Troy I sail'd the sacred seas; In fields, aloft, the whirling car to guide, And through the ranks of death triumphant ride. But vain with youth, and yet to thrift inclined, I heard his counsels with unheedful mind, And thought the steeds (your large supplies unknown) Might fail of forage in the straiten'd town; So took my bow and pointed darts in hand And left the chariots in my native land. "Too late, O friend! my rashness I deplore; These shafts, once fatal, carry death no more. Tydeus' and Atreus' sons their points have found, And undissembled gore pursued the wound. In vain they bleed: this unavailing bow Serves, not to slaughter, but provoke the foe. In evil hour these bended horns I strung, And seized the quiver where it idly hung. Cursed be the fate that sent me to the field Without a warrior's arms, the spear and shield! If e'er with life I quit the Trojan plain, If e'er I see my spouse and sire again, This bow, unfaithful to my glorious aims, Broke by my hand, shall feed the blazing flames." To whom the leader of the Dardan race: "Be calm, nor Phoebus' honour'd gift disgrace. The distant dart be praised, though here we need The rushing chariot and the bounding steed. Against yon hero let us bend our course, And, hand to hand, encounter force with force. Now mount my seat, and from the chariot's height Observe my father's steeds, renown'd in fight; Practised alike to turn, to stop, to chase, To dare the shock, or urge the rapid race; Secure with these, through fighting fields we go; Or safe to Troy, if Jove assist the foe. Haste, seize the whip, and snatch the guiding rein; The warrior's fury let this arm sustain; Or, if to combat thy bold heart incline, Take thou the spear, the chariot's care be mine." "O prince! (Lycaon's valiant son replied) As thine the steeds, be thine the task to guide. The horses, practised to their lord's command, Shall bear the rein, and answer to thy hand; But, if, unhappy, we desert the fight, Thy voice alone can animate their flight; Else shall our fates be number'd with the dead, And these, the victor's prize, in triumph led. Thine be the guidance, then: with spear and shield Myself will charge this terror of the field." And now both heroes mount the glittering car; The bounding coursers rush amidst the war; Their fierce approach bold Sthenelus espied, Who thus, alarm'd, to great Tydides cried: "O friend! two chiefs of force immense I see,

Dreadful they come, and bend their rage on thee: Lo the brave heir of old Lycaon's line, And great à neas, sprung from race divine! Enough is given to fame. Ascend thy car! And save a life, the bulwark of our war." At this the hero cast a gloomy look, Fix'd on the chief with scorn; and thus he spoke: "Me dost thou bid to shun the coming fight? Me wouldst thou move to base, inglorious flight? Know, 'tis not honest in my soul to fear, Nor was Tydides born to tremble here. I hate the cumbrous chariot's slow advance, And the long distance of the flying lance; But while my nerves are strong, my force entire, Thus front the foe, and emulate my sire. Nor shall yon steeds, that fierce to fight convey Those threatening heroes, bear them both away; One chief at least beneath this arm shall die; So Pallas tells me, and forbids to fly. But if she dooms, and if no god withstand, That both shall fall by one victorious hand, Then heed my words: my horses here detain, Fix'd to the chariot by the straiten'd rein; Swift to à neas' empty seat proceed, And seize the coursers of ethereal breed; The race of those, which once the thundering god(146) For ravish'd Ganymede on Tros bestow'd, The best that e'er on earth's broad surface run, Beneath the rising or the setting sun. Hence great Anchises stole a breed unknown, By mortal mares, from fierce Laomedon: Four of this race his ample stalls contain, And two transport à neas o'er the plain. These, were the rich immortal prize our own, Through the wide world should make our glory known." Thus while they spoke, the foe came furious on, And stern Lycaon's warlike race begun: "Prince, thou art met. Though late in vain assail'd, The spear may enter where the arrow fail'd." He said, then shook the ponderous lance, and flung; On his broad shield the sounding weapon rung, Pierced the tough orb, and in his cuirass hung, "He bleeds! the pride of Greece! (the boaster cries,) Our triumph now, the mighty warrior lies!" "Mistaken vaunter! (Diomed replied;) Thy dart has erred, and now my spear be tried; Ye 'scape not both; one, headlong from his car, With hostile blood shall glut the god of war." He spoke, and rising hurl'd his forceful dart, Which, driven by Pallas, pierced a vital part; Full in his face it enter'd, and betwixt The nose and eye-ball the proud Lycian fix'd; Crash'd all his jaws, and cleft the tongue within, Till the bright point look'd out beneath the chin.

Headlong he falls, his helmet knocks the ground: Earth groans beneath him, and his arms resound; The starting coursers tremble with affright; The soul indignant seeks the realms of night. To guard his slaughter'd friend, Ã neas flies, His spear extending where the carcase lies; Watchful he wheels, protects it every way, As the grim lion stalks around his prey. O'er the fall'n trunk his ample shield display'd, He hides the hero with his mighty shade, And threats aloud! the Greeks with longing eyes Behold at distance, but forbear the prize. Then fierce Tydides stoops; and from the fields Heaved with vast force, a rocky fragment wields. Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise, Such men as live in these degenerate days:(147) He swung it round; and, gathering strength to throw, Discharged the ponderous ruin at the foe. Where to the hip the inserted thigh unites, Full on the bone the pointed marble lights; Through both the tendons broke the rugged stone, And stripp'd the skin, and crack'd the solid bone. Sunk on his knees, and staggering with his pains, His falling bulk his bended arm sustains; Lost in a dizzy mist the warrior lies; A sudden cloud comes swimming o'er his eyes. There the brave chief, who mighty numbers sway'd, Oppress'd had sunk to death's eternal shade, But heavenly Venus, mindful of the love She bore Anchises in the Idaean grove, His danger views with anguish and despair, And guards her offspring with a mother's care. About her much-loved son her arms she throws, Her arms whose whiteness match the falling snows. Screen'd from the foe behind her shining veil, The swords wave harmless, and the javelins fail; Safe through the rushing horse, and feather'd flight Of sounding shafts, she bears him from the fight. Nor Sthenelus, with unassisting hands, Remain'd unheedful of his lord's commands: His panting steeds, removed from out the war, He fix'd with straiten'd traces to the car, Next, rushing to the Dardan spoil, detains The heavenly coursers with the flowing manes: These in proud triumph to the fleet convey'd, No longer now a Trojan lord obey'd. That charge to bold Deipylus he gave, (Whom most he loved, as brave men love the brave,) Then mounting on his car, resumed the rein, And follow'd where Tydides swept the plain. Meanwhile (his conquest ravished from his eyes) The raging chief in chase of Venus flies: No goddess she, commission'd to the field, Like Pallas dreadful with her sable shield, Or fierce Bellona thundering at the wall, While flames ascend, and mighty ruins fall; He knew soft combats suit the tender dame,

New to the field, and still a foe to fame. Through breaking ranks his furious course he bends, And at the goddess his broad lance extends; Through her bright veil the daring weapon drove, The ambrosial veil which all the Graces wove; Her snowy hand the razing steel profaned, And the transparent skin with crimson stain'd, From the clear vein a stream immortal flow'd, Such stream as issues from a wounded god;(148) Pure emanation! uncorrupted flood! Unlike our gross, diseased, terrestrial blood: (For not the bread of man their life sustains, Nor wine's inflaming juice supplies their veins:) With tender shrieks the goddess fill'd the place, And dropp'd her offspring from her weak embrace. Him Phoebus took: he casts a cloud around The fainting chief, and wards the mortal wound. Then with a voice that shook the vaulted skies, The king insults the goddess as she flies: "Ill with Jove's daughter bloody fights agree, The field of combat is no scene for thee: Go, let thy own soft sex employ thy care, Go, lull the coward, or delude the fair. Taught by this stroke renounce the war's alarms, And learn to tremble at the name of arms." Tydides thus. The goddess, seized with dread, Confused, distracted, from the conflict fled. To aid her, swift the winged Iris flew, Wrapt in a mist above the warring crew. The queen of love with faded charms she found. Pale was her cheek, and livid look'd the wound. To Mars, who sat remote, they bent their way: Far, on the left, with clouds involved he lay; Beside him stood his lance, distain'd with gore, And, rein'd with gold, his foaming steeds before. Low at his knee, she begg'd with streaming eyes Her brother's car, to mount the distant skies, And show'd the wound by fierce Tydides given, A mortal man, who dares encounter heaven. Stern Mars attentive hears the queen complain, And to her hand commits the golden rein; She mounts the seat, oppress'd with silent woe, Driven by the goddess of the painted bow. The lash resounds, the rapid chariot flies, And in a moment scales the lofty skies: They stopp'd the car, and there the coursers stood, Fed by fair Iris with ambrosial food; Before her mother, love's bright queen appears, O'erwhelmed with anguish, and dissolved in tears: She raised her in her arms, beheld her bleed, And ask'd what god had wrought this guilty deed? [Illustration: VENUS, WOUNDED IN THE HAND, CONDUCTED BY IRIS TO MARS.] VENUS, WOUNDED IN THE HAND, CONDUCTED BY IRIS TO MARS. Then she: "This insult from no god I found,

E'en hell's grim king Alcides' power confess'd. Shall rouse thy slaves. From fields of death when late he shall retire. Assuaged the glowing pangs. she wiped from Venus' wounded palm The sacred ichor." Dione then: "Thy wrongs with patience bear.(150) And fill'd with anguish her immortal heart.(149) And lodged in brazen dungeons underground. The clasping zone. No infant on his knees shall call him sire. And men with woes afflict the gods again. and closed the wound. and soon his glory ends. As late she tried with passion to inflame The tender bosom of a Grecian dame. The brave. Pierced in his own dominions of the dead.An impious mortal gave the daring wound! Behold the deed of haughty Diomed! 'Twas in the son's defence the mother bled.] OTUS AND EPHIALTES HOLDING MARS CAPTIVE. Strong as thou art. Ã giale the fair. But with the gods (the immortal gods) engage. the great. The mighty Mars in mortal fetters bound. with golden buckles bound. Whose spear ill-fated makes a goddess bleed." . impious man! to stain the bless'd abodes. To stretch thee pale and gasping on the ground. The war with Troy no more the Grecians wage. And drench his arrows in the blood of gods! [Illustration: OTUS AND EPHIALTES HOLDING MARS CAPTIVE. Know thou. Great Juno's self has borne her weight of pain. Amphitryon's son infix'd the deadly dart.(151) Starting from sleep with a distracted air. To quit her country for some youth of Troy. Thy distant wife. and infused the balm. Where Paeon. Juno and Pallas with a smile survey'd. Rash. The imperial partner of the heavenly reign. The shaft found entrance in his iron breast. sprinkling heavenly balm around. the glorious now no more!" This said. Razed her soft hand with this lamented wound. with moving thoughts of joy. gracious Jove! to tell How this mischance the Cyprian queen befell. "But thou (though Pallas urged thy frantic deed). And share those griefs inferior powers must share: Unnumber'd woes mankind from us sustain. whoe'er with heavenly power contends. To Jove's high palace for a cure he fled. Otus and Ephialtes held the chain: Perhaps had perish'd had not Hermes' care Restored the groaning god to upper air. some god may yet be found. Allured the fair. and her lost lord deplore. Full thirteen moons imprison'd roar'd in vain. And thus to Jove began the blue-eyed maid: "Permit thy daughter. Short is his date.

To Mars and Pallas leave the deeds of arms. ye sons of Priam! will ye fly. and with glory crown'd. And. Rise in thy wrath! to hell's abhorr'd abodes Despatch yon Greek. Thrice rushing furious. Sweet smiles are thine. thus address'd his child: "Not these. and dares all heaven engage: The wretch would brave high heaven's immortal sire. With vigour arm'd him. such the form he bore. And mortal man! a wretch of humble birth." Thus they in heaven: while on the plain below The fierce Tydides charged his Dardan foe. And calling Mars. deathless. Me next he charged. First rosy Venus felt his brutal rage. calling Venus. and to his holy place. Flush'd with celestial blood pursued his way. A more than mortal voice was heard aloud. And unrevenged see Priam's people die? Still unresisted shall the foe destroy. cease! be wise and see How vast the difference of the gods and thee. Latona there and Phoebe heal'd the wound.The sire of gods and men superior smiled. And such in fight the radiant arms he wore. and vindicate the gods. . the same in shape and show With great à neas. at the chief he strook. Thee milder arts befit. and divine. thus urged the raging god: "Stern power of arms. and fires the Trojan train. Around the spectre bloody wars are waged. brave à neas sinks beneath his wound. Though screen'd behind Apollo's mighty shield. Then Phoebus bore the chief of Venus' race To Troy's high fane. O daughter are thy proper cares. And fearless dared the threatening god of day. breaking from the cloud. "O son of Tydeus. In form like Acamas. and some steps retires. This done. and kind endearing charms. Meantime on Ilion's tower Apollo stood. the Thracian guide." The god of battle issues on the plain. and softer wars. Already in his hopes he saw him kill'd. and shakest the embattled wall. Distance immense! between the powers that shine Above. And Greece and Troy with clashing shields engaged. Who bathest in blood. And stretch the slaughter to the gates of Troy? Lo. the patron of the silver bow A phantom raised." So spoke the god who darts celestial fires: He dreads his fury. by whom the mighty fall. His blazing buckler thrice Apollo shook: He tried the fourth: when. Enraged to Troy's retiring chiefs he cried: "How long. eternal. A short-lived reptile in the dust of earth. Stirs all the ranks. and his bolts of fire. His triple thunder.

their infants. thy watch by night. And long to meet this mighty man ye fear. Or one vast burst of all-involving fate Full o'er your towers shall fall. and infant at her breast. That propp'd alone by Priam's race should stand Troy's sacred walls. turn'd to Hector. With force incessant the brave Greeks oppose. sires. and whitens all the hinds: So white with dust the Grecian host appears. and wives. As when. and sweep away Sons. Drives o'er the barn. The dusky clouds from labour'd earth arise. and take the generous warrior's part. Each Trojan bosom with new warmth he fires. And. From his proud car the prince impetuous springs. and their altars save. and ardent to fulfil. These claim thy thoughts by day. Like trembling hounds before the lion's rage. Revives their ardour. But just reproof with decent silence bears. turns their steps from flight. Two shining spears are brandish'd in his hands. They turn. haste! preserve thy threaten'd state. And the proud vaunt in just derision ends. He said. Condense their powers. the Greeks their fury dare. now thy country calls her wonted friends. his brazen armour rings. they stand. With ample wealth (the wish of mortals) bless'd. Haste. nor bids the brave Their wives. The grey dust. and wait the growing war. In Troy's defence." Stung to the heart the generous Hector hears. Such cares thy friends deserve. before the breezes borne. and where thy glorious boast. Far distant hence I held my wide command. And roll in smoking volumes to the skies. While Hector idle stands. And adds new horrors to the darken'd field: Pleased with his charge. Remote they stand while alien troops engage. if she conquers. urge thy aids to fight. is all thy ancient valour lost? Where are thy threats. and such thy foes. Ascends in clouds from off the heapy corn. And wakes anew the dying flames of fight. and thundering charioteers. Mars hovers o'er them with his sable shield. With those I left whatever dear could be: Greece. these bold words address'd: "Say. warrior. Sarpedon first his ardent soul express'd. nothing wins from me. the swain Spreads the wide fan to clear the golden grain. . A beauteous wife. on Ceres' sacred floor. chief. Where foaming Xanthus laves the Lycian land. Rouse all thy Trojans.--new courage swell'd each hero's heart. And the light chaff. an undistinguish'd prey. he animates his drooping bands. Apollo's heavenly will: Soon as from fight the blue-eyed maid retires. Thus arm'd.Not godlike Hector more in arms renown'd: Haste all. rising with collected winds. Yet first in fight my Lycian bands I cheer. On earth he leaps. nor need a foreign hand? Now. From trampling steeds.

brandishing his blade. Alive. Too early expert in the martial toil. from forth his sacred fane. To meet whose point was strong Deicoon's chance: à neas' friend. and vigorous from his wound: Inquiries none they made. So when the embattled clouds in dark array. Embodied close. And peaceful sleeps the liquid element: The low-hung vapours. In sable ships they left their native soil. Then fierce à neas. no dull delay. Mars thunders.And now the god. Meets death. and the field's in flames. When now the North his boisterous rage has spent. And these descended in the third degree. Fame calls. The brave live glorious. and worse than death. the labouring Grecian train The fiercest shock of charging hosts sustain. From troop to troop he toils through all the plain. with all his peers around. and as fix'd as fate. Apollo loud exclaims. Till the mass scatters as the winds arise. Dispersed and broken through the ruffled skies. untimely slain. The wretch who trembles in the field of fame. . Diocleus he. nursed with blood In deep recesses of the gloomy wood. unharm'd. and in his native place Honour'd and loved like Priam's royal race: Long had he fought the foremost in the field. or lamented die. brave and great. Produced à neas to the shouting train. that yields Increase of harvests to the Pylian fields. wealthy. His arms around him rattled as he fell. Stern Diomed with either Ajax stood. But now the monarch's lance transpierced his shield: His shield too weak the furious dart to stay. bathed in hostile blood. Along the skies their gloomy lines display. Erect he stood. And great Ulysses. Whose sire Diocleus. In well-built Pherae held his lofty seat:(152) Sprung from Alpheus' plenteous stream. And catch from breast to breast the noble fire! On valour's side the odds of combat lie. the whole war they wait Serenely dreadful. Rest on the summits of the shaded hill. Nor was the general wanting to his train. eternal shame!" These words he seconds with his flying lance. In dust Orsilochus and Crethon laid. be men! the charge of battle bear. To avenge Atrides: now. They fell with glory on the Phrygian plain. "Ye Greeks. Through his broad belt the weapon forced its way: The grisly wound dismiss'd his soul to hell. motionless and still. So two young mountain lions. Fierce Discord storms. Your brave associates and yourselves revere! Let glorious acts more glorious acts inspire. Unmoved and silent. the dreadful day No pause of words admits. He got Orsilochus.

Fix'd in his throat the javelin drank his blood. He groans in death. Lifts his bright lance. raging at the view. He thus advancing. and shunn'd unequal force. and tired. Nestor's valiant son Shakes for his danger. Dropp'd in the dust. and their toils renew. and neglects his own. Prostrate on earth their beauteous bodies lay. yet. Now storm'd before him. And brings along the furies of the skies. The breathless bodies to the Greeks they drew. Where Hector march'd. Confused he stops. the threatening heroes stand. and uncontroll'd Depopulate the stalls and waste the fold: Till pierced at distance from their native den. O'erpowered they fall beneath the force of men. First. Flame in the front. great in battle. and at the victor flies. Great Hector saw. the god of battles shined. Pours on the Greeks: the Trojan troops pursue: He fires his host with animating cries. sunk to endless night. Mars. Mars urged him on. stern destroyer! and Bellona dread. ruthless in his hate. Tydides paused amidst his full career. and thunder at their head: This swells the tumult and the rage of fight. And wide through fens an unknown journey takes: If chance a swelling brook his passage stay. and. Eyes the rough waves. These seen. Brave as he was. and there The head stood fix'd. The spears already tremble in their hand: In rush'd Antilochus. as he turn'd from fight His flying coursers. a length of country pass'd. Then first the hero's manly breast knew fear. should Helen's lord be slain. A broken rock by Nestor's son was thrown: His bended arm received the falling stone. Like mountain firs. As when some simple swain his cot forsakes. Struck with the thought. Already met. The god but urged him to provoke his fate. Who sheathed in brass the Paphlagonians led. And bears the prize in triumph to the fleet. Then mix in combat. the Dardan backward turn'd his course. And fall or conquer by the Spartan king. are trail'd along the plains: Meanwhile his temples feel a deadly wound. his aid to bring. And all his country's glorious labours vain. and ponderous sinks to ground: Deep drove his helmet in the sands. returns at last. Great Menelaus views with pitying eyes. From his numb'd hand the ivory-studded reins. bled. The faithful Mydon.Rush fearless to the plains. That shakes a spear that casts a dreadful light. as tall and straight as they. Pylaemenes. and now raged behind. Till trampled flat beneath the coursers' feet: The youthful victor mounts his empty seat. . the quivering legs in air. And foam impervious 'cross the wanderer's way. Atrides mark'd him where sublime he stood.

conquering Ajax sprung. Retire. Prepared for combat. Sheathed in bright arms each adverse chief came on. warriors. he takes the field.(153) Urged by the force of unresisted fate. ere the lance he toss'd. and sternly quits the ground. Struck at the sight. the mighty Ajax glows With thirst of vengeance. and avert our spears. But fate resistless from his country led The chief. whose soul No fear could daunt. Through Amphius' belt and heaving belly went. and but a slender train. Trust not too much your unavailing might. Around his head an iron tempest rain'd. Troy felt his arm. Amphius Apaesus' happy soil possess'd. With bristling lances. . Forced he gives way. And fierce. but sedate and slow. to perish at his people's head. Tlepolemus the great. not mix in war! Know thy vain self. Burns with desire Sarpedon's strength to prove. His strokes they second. and plumy pride. the showering darts denied To spoil his glittering arms. How vast the difference of their deeds and thine! Jove got such heroes as my sire. Jove's great descendant. Secure of favouring gods. Greeks! that all to Hector yield.Amazed no less the great Tydides stands: He stay'd. And first two leaders valiant Hector slew: His force Anchialus and Mnesthes found. 'Tis not with Troy. While thus they strive. nor earth nor hell control. In the same car the chiefs to combat ride. The daring Rhodian vents his haughty boast: "What brings this Lycian counsellor so far. and with treasure bless'd. Shook with his fall his brazen armour rung. and turning thus address'd his bands: "No wonder. and compacted shields. To tremble at our arms. And drew his javelin from the bleeding breast: He could no more. A wood of spears his ample shield sustain'd: Beneath one foot the yet warm corpse he press'd. and united died." Now near the Greeks the black battalions drew. lie left the town a wide-deserted plain. to seize it. and yon proud ramparts stand Raised on the ruins of his vengeful hand: With six small ships. Who style thee son of cloud-compelling Jove. and his greater son. With herds abounding. but with your faces to the foe. Till in the steely circle straiten'd round. Alcides' offspring meets the son of Jove. How far unlike those chiefs of race divine. In every art of glorious war renown'd. nor let their flattery move. but with the gods ye fight. Behold where Mars in mortal arms appears! Retire then. Now foes on foes came pouring on the fields. and assaults the foes. His massy spear with matchless fury sent. And fought united.

unworthy the high race you boast. But shakes his plume. Whose perjured monarch well deserved his fate. must see my son no more. the Rhodian guide. furious at the sight. an unassisted prey. had not drawn the dart. But heaven and fate the first design withstand. O prince! o'erturn'd the Trojan state. Transfix'd his throat. strew'd the plain. with fury fired. and. But wert thou greater. Minerva drives him on the Lycian train. and fierce to combat flies. in whose cause I fell. The soul disdainful seeks the caves of night. Borne from the conflict by his Lycian throng. (His friends. unbless'd. to endless darkness go! I make this present to the shades below. or danger. Whose fall Ulysses view'd. . Prytanis. faint. While unrevenged thy Lycians bite the ground! Small aid to Troy thy feeble force can be. Yet let me die in Ilion's sacred wall. the just reward of war. Halius. The wounded hero dragg'd the lance along. Noemon fell:(154) And numbers more his sword had sent to hell.But what art thou. and forbade the death. both wounded." He said. With base reproaches and unmanly pride. each busied in his several part. If I. Thus haughty spoke. But Jove was present. Through haste. which piercing to the bone Sarpedon's thigh. The Lycian king replied: "Thy sire. thou must yield to me. and drank the vital blood. And. and my native shore. With joy Sarpedon view'd the wish'd relief. False he detain'd." The son of Hercules.) The Greeks with slain Tlepolemus retired. Alastor. Both struck. Nor so content. had robb'd the chief of breath. Rush'd terrible amidst the ranks of fight. Alcander. who deedless look'st around. Nor this great death must grace Ulysses' hand. Yet not in vain. Doubtful if Jove's great son he should pursue. shall mourn my fall. and by Sarpedon slain. Or pour his vengeance on the Lycian crew. Troy. Add one more ghost to Pluto's gloomy reign. the generous chief defied. but Sarpedon's slew: Full in the boaster's neck the weapon stood. Tlepolemus. Those heavenly steeds the hero sought so far. Pierced by my spear. Cronius. was thrown Thy angry lance. thus implored the chief: "O suffer not the foe to bear away My helpless corpse. nor Hector to the chief replies. Shall raise my glory when thy own is lost: Now meet thy fate. But Hector saw." He said: both javelins at an instant flew. lamenting. My much-loved consort. And his seal'd eyes for ever lose the light. But you.

Orestes the renown'd For managed steeds. red with slaughter. ever young. and Trechus press'd the ground. sight accursed! Shall faithless Troy prevail. The whirling wheels are to the chariot hung. drives the scattering foes. . Slow they retreat. And dyes the ground with purple as he goes. and breathes revenge and war. let us arm. Where lakes surround low Hyle's watery plain.. The bending concave form'd an arch before. by Mars' and Hector's hand. Jove's consecrated shade.Swift as a whirlwind. In fat Boeotia held his wealthy sway. Silver the beam. lay gasping on the sand? Tenthras the great. And o'er his eye-balls swam the shades of night. None turn their backs to mean ignoble flight. Beneath his arms that Priam's towers should fall. And shall our promise to our people fail? How vain the word to Menelaus given By Jove's great daughter and the queen of heaven. Eight brazen spokes in radiant order flame. But Boreas rising fresh. his favourite chief. If warring gods for ever guard the wall! Mars. The circles gold. and force with force oppose!" She spoke. her radiant veil untied. The coursers joins. the polished axle steel. And golden reins the immortal coursers hold. Such as the heavens produce: and round the gold Two brazen rings of work divine were roll'd. and even retreating fight. A prince and people studious of their gain. The bossy naves of sold silver shone. with gentle breath. Minerva burns to meet the war: And now heaven's empress calls her blazing car. Though Mars and Hector thunder in their face. of uncorrupted frame. On the bright axle turns the bidden wheel Of sounding brass. Herself. At her command rush forth the steeds divine. Recall'd his spirit from the gates of death. And touch'd with grief bespoke the blue-eyed maid: "Oh. The fainting soul stood ready wing'd for flight. an arching figure bore. His mournful friends divine Sarpedon laid: Brave Pelagon. Bright Hebe waits. Beneath a beech. behind. The generous Greeks recede with tardy pace. Stretch'd in their blood. The carnage Juno from the skies survey'd. to the ready car. Who first. Next OEnomaus and OEnops' offspring died. in his painted mitre gay. Oresbius last fell groaning at their side: Oresbius. who last. the extended yoke was gold. Braces of gold suspend the moving throne: The car. aids our hated foes: Haste. by Hebe. Who wrench'd the javelin from his sinewy thigh. Rich with immortal gold their trappings shine. impatient. was nigh. Pallas disrobes.

Smile on the slaughter. And the dire orb portentous Gorgon crown'd. where deep in ambient skies. Olympus' hundred heads arise. Proud tyrants humbles. Here rages Force.) Flows on the pavement of the court of Jove. divide. thus the Thunderer said: "Go! and the great Minerva be thy aid. The massy golden helm she next assumes. Heaven's gates spontaneous open to the powers. The goddess thus the imperial car ascends. furious power! whose unrelenting mind No god can govern. pierced with light. from some point on high. Swift at the scourge the ethereal coursers fly. Jove's cuirass blazes on her ample breast. Shook by her arm the mighty javelin bends. The sun's bright portals and the skies command. the broad circumference contains A hundred armies on a hundred plains. And drive from fight the impetuous homicide?" To whom assenting. The chariot mounts. O'er her broad shoulders hangs his horrid shield. Lash'd her white steeds along the aerial way Swift down the steep of heaven the chariot rolls. The sounding hinges ring on either side The gloomy volumes. Confused. So vast. And oft afflicts his brutal breast with woes. Dire. O'er all the gods superior and alone. Where far apart the Thunderer fills his throne. and does no thunder roll? What lawless rage on yon forbidden plain. and enjoy my woe. Deck'd in sad triumph for the mournful field. here tremble Flight and Fear. and whole hosts o'erturns. ardent to obey.With flowers adorn'd. and thus to Jove complains: "O sire! can no resentment touch thy soul? Can Mars rebel.(155) Heaven's golden gates. Involve in clouds the eternal gates of day. and Phoebus with the dreadful bow. (The laboured veil her heavenly fingers wove. Here storm'd Contention. with art diversified. While the smooth chariot cuts the liquid sky. Say. and here Fury frown'd. There with her snowy hand the queen restrains The fiery steeds.(156) Commission'd in alternate watch they stand. A fringe of serpents hissing guards the gold: Here all the terrors of grim War appear. kept by the winged Hours. black. That dreadful nods with four o'ershading plumes. and no justice bind. tremendous! Round the margin roll'd. that when her fury burns. mighty father! shall we scourge this pride. Ponderous and huge. What rash destruction! and what heroes slain! Venus. Between the expanded earth and starry poles Far as a shepherd.(157) . Now heaven's dread arms her mighty limbs invest. To tame the monster-god Minerva knows. Saturnia. Mad." He said. Or the dark barrier roll with ease away.

and sent thee forth to war: But thee or fear deters. and wash'd the clotted gore away.(158) Whose throats surpass'd the force of fifty tongues. but thy word restrains: From warring gods thou bad'st me turn my spear." Her speech new fury to their hearts convey'd. . And scarce refrain'd when I forbade the war. brink ambrosial herbage grew. While fierce in war divine Achilles raged. that o'er his shoulder lay. thou know'st. The best and bravest of the Grecian band (A warlike circle) round Tydides stand. Whose little body lodged a mighty mind. Now issuing fearless they possess the plain. Not fear. and (her fair steeds unloosed) Of air condensed a vapour circumfused For these. and such force in fight. many a hardy knight. (The wound inflicted by the Lycian dart. incircled by the Theban foe. and scarce the seas remain. thus her silence broke: "Degenerate prince! and not of Tydeus' kind." The chief thus answered mild: "Immortal maid! I own thy presence. Through such a space of air. The king beside his panting steeds she found. withholds me from the plains. or sloth detains. On Simois. O'erspent with toil reposing on the ground. and confess thy aid. Whose ample belt. And shouts. Thy hands I arm'd. unguarded. To cool his glowing wound he sat apart. in Stentor's sounding voice. While near Tydides stood the Athenian maid. Thence to relieve the fainting Argive throng. Or foaming boars. He eased. No drop of all thy father warms thy veins. "Inglorious Argives! to your race a shame. endued with brazen lungs. once he dared to go. the terror of the wood Heaven's empress mingles with the mortal crowd. Stentor the strong. and vanquish'd. Such nerves I gave him. Smooth as the sailing doves they glide along. And only men in figure and in name! Once from the walls your timorous foes engaged. Nor sloth hath seized me. Where silver Simois and Scamander join There Juno stopp'd. Beside his coursers. Such was their look as lions bathed in blood. And feast. And Venus only found resistance here. aloud. Alone. At every leap the immortal coursers bound Troy now they reach'd and touch'd those banks divine. Thou too no less hast been my constant care. with thundering sound. Now win the shores. Beneath his ponderous shield his sinews bend.) Large drops of sweat from all his limbs descend. There braved. impregnate with celestial dew. The goddess leaning o'er the bending yoke. Foremost he press'd in glorious toils to share.O'er the wide main extends his boundless eye.

furious. Both armies start. As vapours blown by Auster's sultry breath. and trembling gaze around. It pierced the god: his groin received the wound. and Pallas lends thee force."(159) She said. the dreadful god of war! Full at the chief. So great a hero. and blacken all the skies. goddess! heedful of thy high commands. In such a cloud the god from combat driven. he sought the bright abodes. the goddess urged it on: Where the broad cincture girt his armour round. and so great a god. hear! Not Mars himself. Loth I gave way. And earth and heaven re-bellow to the sound. With slaughter red. Mars bellows with the pain: Loud as the roar encountering armies yield. and at Tydides flies. now the Trojans aid. and to the steeds approaching near. She snatch'd the reins. Then threw the force of Tydeus' warlike son. The javelin hiss'd. leaves his prostrate prize Stretch'd where he fell. and caused to glance Far from the car the strong immortal lance.Hence. in equal arms appear The daring Greek. And every side of wavering combat tries. Now rushing fierce. High o'er the dusky whirlwind scales the heaven. and warn'd our Argive bands: For Mars. these eyes beheld. From Mars's arm the enormous weapon fled: Pallas opposed her hand. Wild with his pain." Then thus Minerva:--"Brave Tydides. nor aught immortal. and breaks the promise made: Now gives the Grecians. she lash'd with all her force. and raging round the field. Full on the god impel thy foaming horse: Pallas commands. and shedding seeds of death. blind. From the rent skin the warrior tugs again The smoking steel. The vigorous power the trembling car ascends. Show'd the celestial blood. Beneath the rage of burning Sirius rise. The strongest warrior of the à tolian train. who slew him. and with a groan Thus pour'd his plaints before the immortal throne: . Fierce for revenge. The god. [Illustration: DIOMED CASTING HIS SPEAR AT MARS. spread Black Orcus' helmet o'er her radiant head. There sullen sat beneath the sire of gods.] DIOMED CASTING HIS SPEAR AT MARS. And full on Mars impelled the foaming horse: But first. Just then gigantic Periphas lay slain. Drew from his seat the martial charioteer. Pregnant with plagues. When shouting millions shake the thundering field. Rash. fear. to hide her heavenly visage. from these to those he flies. and Diomed attends: The groaning axle bent beneath the load. Choke the parch'd earth. the homicide. above his courser's head. Large promise makes.

Sprung since thou art from Jove. Cleansed from the dust and gore. Condemn'd to pain. And gods on gods exert eternal rage: From thee. She gives the example. and closed the wound. To curds coagulates the liquid stream. at her command. O father! all these ills we bear."Can Jove. and thou so partial grown. As when the fig's press'd juice. Thou most unjust. Their task perform'd. All heaven beside reveres thy sovereign sway. Glorious he sat. and even offending share Thy breast. the god of fight. and thy behests obey: 'Tis hers to offend. wild. fair Hebe dress'd His mighty limbs in an immortal vest. In vain our threats. And brook the furies of this daring day? For mortal men celestial powers engage." Thus he who shakes Olympus with his nod. The waste of slaughter. Fast by the throne of heaven's superior lord." Him thus upbraiding.(160) With gentle hand the balm he pour'd around. and mix among the gods. Sudden the fluids fix the parts combined. infused in cream. Such.] . Thy voice we hear. regardless of the right. And all thy mother in thy soul rebels. Vanquish'd I fled. From mortal madness scarce was saved by flight. the ethereal texture join'd. flagitious facts survey. Else hadst thou seen me sink on yonder plain. thy fiery temper quells. No bounds. Then gave to Paeon's care the bleeding god. Well may we deem the wondrous birth thy own. thy counsels. Heap'd round. perfidious! this lamenting strain? Of lawless force shall lawless Mars complain? Of all the gods who tread the spangled skies. me he dared to wound. Now frantic Diomed. in vain our power we use. thy distinguish'd care: So boundless she. though fated not to die. And thy fell daughter with the shield and spear. Where chain'd on burning rocks the Titans groan. no law. most odious in our eyes! Inhuman discord is thy dire delight. and heavenly-born. Thou gavest that fury to the realms of light. singed with lightning. even I. supine. hadst thou hence been thrown. And heal'd the immortal flesh. Pernicious. Juno and Pallas mount the bless'd abodes. for ages lie. Me next encountering. and her son pursues. with a wrathful look The lord of thunders view'd. in majesty restored. and heaving under loads of slain! Or pierced with Grecian darts. and stern bespoke: "To me. and so soon. [Illustration: JUNO. Yet long the inflicted pangs thou shall not mourn. and the rage of fight. Else. Against the immortals lifts his raging hand: The heavenly Venus first his fury found.

Helenus. From a fair naiad and Bucolion sprung: (Laomedon's white flocks Bucolion fed. Next Teuthras' son distain'd the sands with blood. taking a tender leave of his wife Andromache. they make exchange of their arms.JUNO. his ever-open door Obliged the wealthy. between the rivers Simois and Scamander. hospitable. Glaucus and Diomed have an interview between the two armies. prevails upon Paris to return to the battle. Axylus. AND OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. and turn'd the doubtful day. in order to appoint a solemn procession of the queen and the Trojan matrons to the temple of Minerva. Hector. THE EPISODES OF GLAUCUS AND DIOMED. beautiful. hastens again to the field. And next he laid Opheltius on the plain. Two twins were near. His thundering arm a deadly stroke impress'd Where the black horse-hair nodded o'er his crest. bold. and then changes to Troy. the tide of combat flows. Now heaven forsakes the fight: the immortals yield To human force and human skill the field: Dark showers of javelins fly from foes to foes. where. Now here. Broke the thick ranks. Fix'd in his front the brazen weapon lies. old Calesius died. and relieved the poor. the chief augur of Troy. and by his side His faithful servant. coming to the knowledge. Fast by the road. The gods having left the field. rich. and. No friend to guard him in the dreadful day! Breathless the good man fell. to entreat her to remove Diomed from the fight. and good: In fair Arisbe's walls (his native place)(161) He held his seat! a friend to human race. By great Euryalus was Dresus slain. that bound the deathful plain On either side. The Thracian Acamas his falchion found. having performed the orders of Helenus. Great Ajax first to conquest led the way. now there. While Troy's famed streams. of the friendship and hospitality passed between their ancestors. and young. In secret woods he won the naiad's grace. And hew'd the enormous giant to the ground. run purple to the main. The battle relaxing during the absence of Hector. commands Hector to return to the city. ARGUMENT. That monarch's first-born by a foreign bed. BOOK VI. the Grecians prevail. . To stern Tydides now he falls a prey. The scene is first in the field of battle. And seals in endless shades his swimming eyes.

suspended with the lifted dart: As pity pleaded for his vanquish'd prize. while a foe remains. Melanthius by Eurypylus was slain. Thy hollow ships his captive son detain: Rich heaps of brass shall in thy tent be told. that. Stern Agamemnon swift to vengeance flies. furious. Who held in Pedasus his proud abode. When fame shall tell. shall these Atrides' mercy find? Well hast thou known proud Troy's perfidious land. thus: "Oh impotent of mind!(164) Shall these. The mortal wound of rich Elatus gave. heroes! thus the vigorous combat wage. Her babes. Shall save a Trojan from our boundless rage: Ilion shall perish whole. and roused the warrior's rage. Wide o'er the field. By Teucer's shaft brave Aretaon bled. To warn the nations. and thus his prayer address'd: "O spare my youth. Then pressing with his foot his panting heart. a living prize. and persuasive gold. and bury all. and leave their lord behind. leader of the brave.(165) A dreadful lesson of exampled fate. with warmth address'd. Great Agamemnon. To rigid justice steel'd his brother's breast Fierce from his knees the hapless chief he thrust. and to curb the great!" The monarch spoke. For Troy they fly.(162) And till'd the banks where silver Satnio flow'd. and for the life I owe Large gifts of price my father shall bestow. "Thus. His headlong steeds. Astyalus by Polypoetes fell. Forth from the slain he tugg'd the reeking dart." He said: compassion touch'd the hero's heart He stood. and broke The shatter'd chariot from the crooked yoke. And well her natives merit at thy hand! Not one of all the race. Ulysses' spear Pidytes sent to hell. And Nestor's son laid stern Ablerus dead. her infants at the breast. The ruthless victor stripp'd their shining arms. nor age. not in battle slain. Old Nestor saw. Prone on his face he sinks beside the wheel: Atrides o'er him shakes his vengeful steel. . the words. And. nor sex. And Phylacus from Leitus flies in vain. for servile gains. resistless as the wind. The fallen chief in suppliant posture press'd The victor's knees. shall fall. Scared with the din and tumult of the fight.And two fair infants crown'd his strong embrace:) Here dead they lay in all their youthful charms. No son of Mars descend. Unbless'd Adrastus next at mercy lies Beneath the Spartan spear. To touch the booty. Rush'd on a tamarisk's strong trunk. The monarch's javelin stretch'd him in the dust.(163) And steel well-temper'd. precipitate in flight.

The largest mantle her rich wardrobes hold. Then thus aloud: "Ye dauntless Dardans. atoned by fervent prayer. will make the dangerous stand. Leap'd from his trembling chariot to the ground. These straits demand our last remains of might. And turn the tide of conflict on the foe: Fierce in the front he shakes two dazzling spears. Meanwhile thou. And twelve young heifers to her altars led: If so the power. here fix'd. Some god." . with a bound. And bids the thunder of the battle rise. and unmatch'd in might. Ere yet their wives' soft arms the cowards gain. Most prized for art. With offer'd vows. And reverend elders. and seek the power. the matrons' holy train. your brave efforts unite. and labour'd o'er with gold. The seer reveal'd the counsels of his mind: "Ye generous chiefs! on whom the immortals lay The cares and glories of this doubtful day. And teach our mother what the gods require: Direct the queen to lead the assembled train Of Troy's chief matrons to Minerva's fane. with great à neas join'd. seek the gods in vain. Press'd as we are. Where Hector stood. Turn back the routed. and our city spare. Shot down avenging from the vault of stars. hear! And you whom distant nations send to war! Be mindful of the strength your fathers bore.(166) Unbar the sacred gates. Wise to consult. Not thus Achilles taught our hosts to dread. Ourselves. With rage recruited the bold Trojans glow. and sore of former fight. they thought. One hour demands me in the Trojan wall. your future spoil! First gain the conquest. Taught by the gods that moved his sacred breast. And frighted Troy within her walls. That mows whole troops. and forbid the flight. Before the goddess' honour'd knees be spread. Our wives. and victims fall: Nor shall. All Greece recedes.Behold yon glittering host. And far avert Tydides' wasteful ire. Be still yourselves. to the town retire. at our gates. and Hector asks no more. On whom your aids. The sport and insult of the hostile train. then reward the toil. When your commands have hearten'd every band. To bid our altars flame. our infants. Not thus resistless ruled the stream of fight. in Ilion's topmost tower. Sprung though he was from more than mortal bed. and makes all Troy retire. who ruled the fate of wars. retired. In rage unbounded. I trust. your country's hopes depend. Hector. and active to defend! Here. and 'midst her triumphs fears." Hector obedient heard: and. Through all his host inspiring force he flies." And now had Greece eternal fame acquired. Had not sage Helenus her state redress'd.

when those are pass'd away." "What. Tydides thus began: "What art thou. with wisdom bless'd. now withering on the ground. A wretch accursed. to his ankle hung. With curling vines and twisted ivy bound. "A city stands on Argos' utmost bound. boldest of the race of man? Our eyes till now that aspect ne'er beheld. or from whence I am.) can Tydeus' son inquire? Like leaves on trees the race of man is found.This said. But if thou still persist to search my birth. Then call'd Ephyre: Glaucus was his son. Bacchus. and hated by the gods! I brave not heaven: but if the fruits of earth Sustain thy life. (Argos the fair. So flourish these. for warlike steeds renown'd. Great Glaucus. Cheerless he breathed. Unhappy they. With brandish'd steel. thou descend. Now paused the battle (godlike Hector gone). Near as they drew. from Nyssa's sacred grove: Their consecrated spears lay scatter'd round. father of Bellerophon. Then hear a tale that fills the spacious earth. The shield's large orb behind his shoulder cast. (Replied the chief. Know with immortals we no more contend.(167) Where daring Glaucus and great Tydeus' son Between both armies met: the chiefs from far Observed each other. Who o'er the sons of men in beauty shined. And meet a lance the fiercest heroes fear. or who my sire. That daring man who mix'd with gods in fight.) Aeolian Sisyphus. Another race the following spring supplies. His neck o'ershading. (The immortals bless'd with endless ease above. with ample strides the hero pass'd. too prodigal of breath. celestial. . and human be thy birth. and Bacchus' votaries. In ancient time the happy wall possess'd. Bold as thou art. and enter the dark gates of death. and had mark'd for war. Then mighty Praetus Argos' sceptre sway'd. and wander'd in the gloom. Not long Lycurgus view'd the golden light. Loved for that valour which preserves mankind. and born of luckless sires. Where fame is reap'd amid the embattled field. While Bacchus headlong sought the briny flood. Yet far before the troops thou dar'st appear. he drove. Who tempt our fury when Minerva fires! But if from heaven. And as he march'd the brazen buckler rung. Then sunk unpitied to the dire abodes. They fall successive. Approach. Now green in youth. Nor fail'd the crime the immortals' wrath to move.) Deprived of sight by their avenging doom. and successive rise: So generations in their course decay. And Thetis' arms received the trembling god.

And conquer'd still.Whose hard commands Bellerophon obey'd. With direful jealousy the monarch raged. Nine days he feasted. With woods. and god-descended chief. a treacherous ambush rose. that told his dire intent. Next the bold Amazons' whole force defied. and nine bulls he slew. Her gaping throat emits infernal fire. for heaven was on his side. "This pest he slaughter'd. "At length the monarch. and truth. And begg'd revenge for her insulted bed: Incensed he heard.) and those the warrior slew. resolving on his fate. But when the tenth bright morning orient glow'd. and with harvests crown'd.) Then met in arms the Solymaean crew. forlorn. (Fair e'en in heavenly eyes: her fruitful love Crown'd with Sarpedon's birth the embrace of Jove. His eldest born by raging Mars was slain.(168) Now bless'd by every power who guards the good. First. With levell'd spears along the winding shore: There fell they breathless. till that instant seal'd. A mingled monster of no mortal kind! Behind.(169) (Fiercest of men. And strove to tempt him from the paths of fame: In vain she tempted the relentless youth.) But when at last. a dragon's fiery tail was spread. In combat on the Solymaean plain. forsaking humankind. Wide o'er the Aleian field he chose to stray. the stranger to detain. Endued with wisdom. A goat's rough body bore a lion's head. Her pitchy nostrils flaky flames expire. Hippolochus survived: from him I came. with repentant grief. Fired at his scorn the queen to Praetus fled. Forsook by heaven. With tablets seal'd. . For him Antaea burn'd with lawless flame. (for he read the skies. The honour'd author of my birth and name. And the brave prince in numerous toils engaged. And trusted heaven's informing prodigies. With half the honours of his ample reign: The Lycians grant a chosen space of ground. His daughter gave. dire Chimaera's conquest was enjoin'd. uncomfortable way!(170) Woes heap'd on woes consumed his wasted heart: His beauteous daughter fell by Phoebe's dart. At his return. A long. There long the chief his happy lot possess'd. But hospitable laws restrain'd his hate: To Lycia the devoted youth he sent. The faithful youth his monarch's mandate show'd: The fatal tablets. Confess'd the gods. The chief arrived at Xanthus' silver flood: There Lycia's monarch paid him honours due. The deathful secret to the king reveal'd. With two brave sons and one fair daughter bless'd. "Nor ended here his toils: his Lycian foes. with vineyards. distracted in his mind. and return'd no more. sacred fear.

For which nine oxen paid. Of equal beauty.) Mindful of this. O'er these a range of marble structure runs. (a vulgar price. In the full harvest of yon ample field. where Priam's daughters sate. and prove to either host We guard the friendship of the line we boast. And seek the gods. OEneus a belt of matchless work bestowed. in friendship let us join. In earth the generous warrior fix'd his dart. (Jove warm'd his bosom. of mean device. Great Hector. and transport fill'd Tydides' heart. And emulate the glories of our race. The rich pavilions of his fifty sons. which. Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought resign'd. sons. my brave hereditary guest! Thus ever let us meet. all press'd with pious care For husbands." He spoke. Bellerophon the bold: Our ancient seat his honour'd presence graced.(173) Opposed to those. The Trojan matrons and the Trojan maids Around him flock'd. Before my eyes my mighty sires to place. when Thebe's wall Beheld the sons of Greece untimely fall. Nor stain the sacred friendship of our race. chief.(171) A hundred beeves the shining purchase bought. If heaven our steps to foreign lands incline. to avert the impending woe. safely stored Among my treasures. He bids the train in long procession go.By his decree I sought the Trojan town. and of polish'd stone. enter'd at the Scaean gate. Enough of Greeks shall dye thy spear with gore. Now change we arms. our grandsires have been guests of old. To stand the first in worth as in command. Twelve domes for them and their loved spouses shone. Their hands they join. By his instructions learn to win renown. That rich with Tyrian dye refulgent glow'd. In fifty chambers lodged: and rooms of state. Then friendly. still adorns my board: For Tydeus left me young. Meantime the guardian of the Trojan state." Thus having said.) He gave his own. Know.) For Diomed's brass arms. (This from his pledge I learn'd. My guest in Argos thou. and I in Lycia thine. OEneus the strong. brothers. the gallant chiefs alight. A golden goblet was thy grandsire's gift. and enlarged his mind. of gold divinely wrought. thus the Lycian prince address'd: "Welcome. The parting heroes mutual presents left. And now to Priam's stately courts he came. their mutual faith they plight.(172) Beneath the beech-tree's consecrated shades. engaged in war. To add new honours to my native land. Rais'd on arch'd columns of stupendous frame. . Enough of Trojans to this lance shall yield. Where twenty days in genial rites he pass'd. with kind embrace. But thou and Diomed be foes no more.

The recreant warrior hear the voice of fame. she gave command: and summon'd came Each noble matron and illustrious dame. atoned by fervent prayer. Com'st thou to supplicate the almighty power With lifted hands. The largest mantle your full wardrobes hold. your religious care: I go to rouse soft Paris to the war. pernicious to mankind. There lay the vestures of no vulgar art. And press'd his hand. Spent as thou art with long laborious fight. whose beauteous face Surpass'd the nymphs of Troy's illustrious race. till I bring the cup with Bacchus crown'd." "Far hence be Bacchus' gifts. from Ilion's lofty tower? Stay. with human gore distain'd. You. That pest of Troy." This heard. go! a spotless train. She chose a veil that shone superior far. to sprinkle on the ground. And twelve young heifers to her altar led. Sidonian maids embroider'd every part. O mother. (With her Laodice. Troy yet should flourish. and our city spare. And glow'd refulgent as the morning star. (the chief rejoin'd.Hither great Hector pass'd. what great occasion calls My son from fight. and spare the sacred juice To sprinkle to the gods. So may the power. Oh. Then with a plenteous draught refresh thy soul. Unnerves the limbs. its better use. and labour'd o'er with gold. our infants. nor pass'd unseen Of royal Hecuba. as the queen revolved with careful eyes The various textures and the various dyes.) Inflaming wine. If yet not lost to all the sense of shame. Where treasured odours breathed a costly scent. that ruin of our race!(174) Deep to the dark abyss might he descend. In Jove's high name. with your matrons. Herself with this the long procession leads. Whom from soft Sidon youthful Paris bore. and tender thus begun: "O Hector! say. . And far avert Tydides' wasteful ire. To the pure skies these horrid hands to raise. Who mows whole troops. Ill fits it me. And draw new spirits from the generous bowl. and dulls the noble mind. Before the goddess' honour'd knees be spread. With Helen touching on the Tyrian shore. Our wives. Let chiefs abstain. his mother-queen. Be this. when Greece surrounds our walls. And burn rich odours in Minerva's fane. Or offer heaven's great Sire polluted praise. The Phrygian queen to her rich wardrobe went. By me that holy office were profaned. and makes all Troy retire. and my sorrows end. Most prized for art. would kind earth the hateful wretch embrace. And pay due vows to all the gods around. Here.) Long in a strict embrace she held her son. The brave defender of thy country's right.

hid from human eyes. fair Theano. Brightening the shield. But thou. Till heaps of dead alone defend her wall. Near Priam's court and Hector's palace stands The pompous structure. in secret. is this the time to show? (O wretch ill-fated. Shall fill thy temple with a grateful smoke. O generous chief! On hate to Troy. Ourselves. (replied the beauteous youth. Troy's strong defence. For thee great Ilion's guardian heroes fall. and unbars the gates. and let him fall Prone on the dust before the Trojan wall! So twelve young heifers. . with an ardent look The prince beheld.(175) Himself the mansion raised. and our toils to share? Rise. from every part Assembling architects of matchless art." "Brother. the matron mourns. They fill the dome with supplicating cries. While these appear before the power with prayers. and our city spare!" So pray'd the priestess in her holy fane. and polishing the bow. His eyes delighting with their splendid show. The priestess then the shining veil displays. And all the Phrygian glories at an end. or behold the conquering flames ascend. but they vow'd in vain. 'tis just. The steely point with golden ringlets join'd. Him thus inactive. aid! Break thou Tydides' spear. Ungrateful man! deserves not this thy care. Of full ten cubits was the lance's length. For thee the soldier bleeds. Placed on Minerva's knees. and high-resenting spoke. So vow'd the matrons. Hector to Paris' lofty dome repairs. Beside him Helen with her virgins stands. Antenor's consort.) Thy free remonstrance proves thy worth and truth: Yet charge my absence less. unconquer'd Pallas. at each motion shined Thus entering. and thy country's foe!) Paris and Greece against us both conspire. Our troops to hearten. guiltless of the yoke. 'Tis now enough. and instructs their hands. Thy close resentment. whose useless arms lay round. Before him brandish'd. And awful reach the high Palladian dome. Soon as to Ilion's topmost tower they come. With hands uplifted and imploring eyes. thy brother sate. atoned by penitence and prayer. his and Ilion's fate. "Thy hate to Troy.The train majestically slow proceeds. now glory spreads her charms. in the glittering rooms he found His brother-chief. A spear the hero bore of wondrous strength. our infants. and thus she prays: "Oh awful goddess! ever-dreadful maid. and their vengeful ire. and the town commands. Guides their rich labours. And mourn'd. than conscious shame and grief: Here. And wasteful war in all its fury burns. waits As Pallas' priestess.

And midst the roarings of the waters died? Heaven fill'd up all my ills. and ask'd "what way she bent . thy fainting limbs recline. 'Tis man's to fight. The day that show'd me to the golden sun Had seen my death! why did not whirlwinds bear The fatal infant to the fowls of air? Why sunk I not beneath the whelming tide. claim a moment's stay. Whose virtue charm'd him as her beauty fired.And beauteous Helen calls her chief to arms. sustain'd for Paris' sake and mine The gods have link'd our miserable doom. with one maid of all her menial train. Example sad! and theme of future song." [Illustration: HECTOR CHIDING PARIS. The Trojan bands. The young Astyanax. and my soul's on fire. his soul's far dearer part. Or go. nor answer'd Priam's warlike son. He said. and Paris shall not lag behind. some regard of fame! Now tired with toils. Beheld the war. There her sad eyes in vain her lord explore. Warm'd with some virtue. and Paris of those ills the worst. by hostile fury press'd. but heaven's to give success. And timely join me. But he who found not whom his soul desired. Urge thou thy knight to march where glory calls." The chief replied: "This time forbids to rest. Had hence retired. At home he sought her. Helen at least a braver spouse might claim. Demand their Hector. some god who hates our Trojan land May vanquish Hector by a Grecian hand. my infant. and I accursed Bore all. but he sought in vain. Our present woe. ere all these dreadful deeds were done. ere I leave the walls. and his arm require. Ere yet I mingle in the direful fray. generous brother! (if the guilty dame That caused these woes deserve a sister's name!) Would heaven. and sicken'd at the sight. When Helen thus with lowly grace begun: "Oh. She. With toils. Pensive she stood on Ilion's towery height. But while I arm. the hope of Troy. My wife. a tender tear: This day. and last through ages long. Conquest to-day my happier sword may bless." He said. contain thy ardent mind. The combat urges. and with her second joy.] HECTOR CHIDING PARIS. Stood in the gates. and infamy to come: Wide shall it spread. This day (perhaps the last that sees me here) Demands a parting word. Or weep the wounds her bleeding country bore. and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse.

gods. And Hippoplacus' wide extended shade:) The nurse stood near." Hector this heard. she seem'd to fly.Her parting step? If to the fane she went. No parent now remains my griefs to share. To this loved infant Hector gave the name Scamandrius. [Illustration: THE MEETING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. the hope of Troy. The young Astyanax. from Scamander's honour'd stream. the defence of Troy. "Too daring prince! ah. an early tomb! So shall my days in one sad tenor run. Astyanax the Trojans call'd the boy. O grant me. And met the mourner at the Scaean gate. . in whose embraces press'd. Silent the warrior smiled. he yet revered the dead. and slew my warlike sire! His fate compassion in the victor bred. She heard. His only hope hung smiling at her breast. Or sought her sisters in the Trojan court?" "Not to the court. whither dost thou run? Ah. A widow I. His blameless wife. Hung on his hand. thy virtue's sacrifice. and sorrow m her eye. and then dejected spoke. too forgetful of thy wife and son! And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be. And the big tear stood trembling in her eye. no mother's tender care. Aetion's wealthy heir: (Cilician Thebe great Aetion sway'd. Laid Thebe waste. From his great father. she heard. Stern as he was. All I can ask of heaven. Troy fled. and thou must be slain. Fear on her cheek. return'd without delay.) Nor mix'd with matrons to Minerva's fane: To Ilion's steepy tower she bent her way. No father's aid. Whom each soft charm and early grace adorn. ere Hector meets his doom. before the Grecian sword. The nurse attended with her infant boy. Where late the mourning matrons made resort. Greece in her single heroes strove in vain. The fierce Achilles wrapt our walls in fire. Her bosom laboured with a boding sigh. Through streets of palaces. To mark the fortunes of the doubtful day. and pleased resign'd To tender passions all his mighty mind. (replied the attendant train. a helpless orphan he? For sure such courage length of life denies. And end with sorrows as they first begun. and trembled for her absent lord: Distracted with surprise. With haste to meet him sprung the joyful fair. His beauteous princess cast a mournful look.] THE MEETING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. Now hosts oppose thee. Fair as the new-born star that gilds the morn. and walks of state. Swift through the town he trod his former way. And thou must fall.

Let others in the field their arms employ. weeping. strive to gain. prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy. Ajax. brothers. There Agamemnon points his dreadful host. And see thy warriors fall. thy infant. And woes. Or led by hopes." The chief replied: "That post shall be my care. Andromache! Thy griefs I dread: I see thee trembling. When ah! oppress'd by life-consuming woe. or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring. the day decreed by fates! (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou. And Troy's proud dames. in arms renown'd. As thine. in thee: Alas! my parents. kindred. "By the same arm my seven brave brothers fell. the ruin of my kind. In one sad day beheld the gates of hell. "Yet while my Hector still survives. Then raised a mountain where his bones were burn'd. in thy danger share: Oh. Should Hector basely quit the field of fame? My early youth was bred to martial pains. My mother's death. The mountain-nymphs the rural tomb adorn'd. she scarce beheld again Her pleasing empire and her native plain. all. And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind. My soul impels me to the embattled plains! Let me be foremost to defend the throne.His radiant arms preserved from hostile spoil. whose garments sweep the ground Attaint the lustre of my former name. Thrice our bold foes the fierce attack have given. Jove's sylvan daughters bade their elms bestow A barren shade. Not Priam's hoary hairs defiled with gore. Not all my brothers gasping on the shore. and in his honour grow. but all the works of war. "Yet come it will. She fell a victim to Diana's bow. mother. And there the vengeful Spartan fires his train. or dictated from heaven. and guard his Troy. and my own. of which so large a part was thine! To bear the victor's hard commands. Amid their fields the hapless heroes bled! My mother lived to wear the victor's bands. While the fat herds and snowy flocks they fed. How would the sons of Troy. I see My father. . But stay my Hector here. Not that alone. captive led! In Argive looms our battles to design. imperial Troy! must bend. Thy wife. Where yon wild fig-trees join the wall of Troy. brethren. That pass Tydides. And laid him decent on the funeral pile. Thou. all Once more will perish. And guard my father's glories. The queen of Hippoplacia's sylvan lands: Redeem'd too late. thy glories end. from this tower defend the important post. if my Hector fall.

and direct the loom: Me glory summons to the martial scene. And all ye deathless powers! protect my son! Grant him. The soften'd chief with kind compassion view'd. And rise the Hector of the future age! So when triumphant from successful toils Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils. no flight can save. Fix'd is the term to all the race of earth. and fondly gazing on her charms. The troubled pleasure soon chastised by fear. And placed the beaming helmet on the ground. and present shame. And say. the glorious chief resumes . Imbitters all thy woes. No more--but hasten to thy tasks at home. Soft on her fragrant breast the babe she laid. Till fate condemns me to the silent tomb." Thus having said. Whole hosts may hail him with deserved acclaim. Restored the pleasing burden to her arms." Thus having spoke. like me. The glittering terrors from his brows unbound. and. and with a smile survey'd. With secret pleasure each fond parent smiled. All sink alike. She mingled with a smile a tender tear. wrapt in everlasting sleep. To guard the Trojans. A thousand griefs shall waken at the name! May I lie cold before that dreadful day. to purchase just renown. the illustrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. They cry.There while you groan beneath the load of life. who lives thy tears to see. His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy. Thus to the gods preferr'd a father's prayer: "O thou! whose glory fills the ethereal throne. and thus pursued: "Andromache! my soul's far better part. lifting high in air. Against his country's foes the war to wage. There guide the spindle. and nodding crest. Hush'd to repose. the foremost place I claim. nor see thee weep. Why with untimely sorrows heaves thy heart? No hostile hand can antedate my doom. 'This chief transcends his father's fame:' While pleased amidst the general shouts of Troy. The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast. Where heroes war. Then kiss'd the child. by naming me. And dried the falling drops. The thoughts of glory past. Shall neither hear thee sigh." He spoke. to defend the crown. The field of combat is the sphere for men. the fearful and the brave. Press'd with a load of monumental clay! Thy Hector. Scared at the dazzling helm. The first in danger as the first in fame. And such the hard condition of our birth: No force can then resist. And Hector hasted to relieve his child. 'Behold the mighty Hector's wife!' Some haughty Greek.

glorying in his might. BOOK VII. And laves. and beats the trembling ground. And Greece indignant through her seas returns. And hopes thy deeds shall wipe the stain away. exulting. Sought her own palace. And springs. bold. In brazen arms that cast a gleamy ray. The pious maids their mingled sorrows shed. he tosses to the skies. and oft reverts her eye That stream'd at every look. There. Pamper'd and proud. as the dead. to his fields again. [Illustration: IRIS. he seeks the wonted tides. The son of Priam. The graceful Paris first excused his stay. and gay. sprightly. Known is thy courage. His head now freed.] IRIS. And mourn the living Hector. the warriors passing on the way. But now. Forth issues Paris from the palace wall. With equal triumph. These ills shall cease. in height of blood his shining sides. and indulged her woe. Haste then. Unwilling parts. and thy strength confess'd. no longer deaf to honour's call. allied! Thy power in war with justice none contest. For much they suffer. His princess parts with a prophetic sigh. moving slow. The wanton courser thus with reins unbound(176) Breaks from his stall. Rush'd forth with Hector to the fields of fight. His mane dishevell'd o'er his shoulders flies. and now in arms. black with shading plumes." [Illustration: BOWS AND BOW CASE. He snuffs the females in the distant plain. And now. then.His towery helmet. while her tears deplored the godlike man. in all their glorious labours share. To whom the noble Hector thus replied: "O chief! in blood.] BOWS AND BOW CASE. for thy sake. What pity sloth should seize a soul so brave. . In arms refulgent as the god of day. in war. Swift through the town the warrior bends his way. Through all her train the soft infection ran. whene'er by Jove's decree We crown the bowl to heaven and liberty: While the proud foe his frustrate triumphs mourns. Or godlike Paris live a woman's slave! My heart weeps blood at what the Trojans say.

Both breathing slaughter. When thus Apollo to the blue-eyed maid: "What cause. Nine of the princes accepting the challenge. The three and twentieth day ends with the duel of Hector and Ajax. after several attacks. The gales blow grateful. Both armies pass the night in feasting but Jupiter disheartens the Trojans with thunder. are parted by the night. the lot is cast and falls upon Ajax. joins her near the Scaean gate. Fix'd in the shoulder as he mounts his steeds. Beneath his steely casque he felt the blow(177) Full on his neck. O daughter of Almighty Jove! Thus wings thy progress from the realms above? . Apollo. along the land. So that somewhat about three days is employed in this book. That long have heaved the weary oar in vain. Antenor purposes the delivery of Helen to the Greeks. and to demand a truce for burning the dead. both resolved in arms. Priam sends a herald to make this offer. The scene lies wholly in the field. Jove bids at length the expected gales arise. flanked with towers. and defended by a ditch and palisades. Drop the cold useless members on the ground. Then rush'd impetuous through the Scaean gate. Neptune testifies his jealousy at this work. and incite Hector to challenge the Greeks to a single combat. pursuant to the advice of Nestor. The Trojans calling a council. From vast Olympus to the gleaming plain Fierce she descends: Apollo marked her flight. and other signs of his wrath. the war awakes again. Then sunk Eioneus to the shades below. but offers to restore them her riches. Him Paris follow'd to the dire alarms.ARGUMENT THE SINGLE COMBAT OF HECTOR AND AJAX. The battle renewing with double ardour upon the return of Hector. and the vessel flies. Minerva is under apprehensions for the Greeks. The bands are cheer'd. to which Paris will not consent. These heroes. Headlong he tumbles: his slack nerves unbound. As when to sailors labouring through the main. the next day the truce is agreed. So spoke the guardian of the Trojan state. Nor shot less swift from Ilion's towery height. When the funerals are performed. seeing her descend from Olympus. beneath the beechen shade. By Glaucus' spear the bold Iphmous bleeds. When now Minerva saw her Argives slain. with limbs relax'd. from Hector's weighty hand. the Greeks. The pleasing Arne was his native place. erect a fortification to protect their fleet and camp. They agree to put off the general engagement for that day. Sprung from the fair Philomeda's embrace. but is pacified by a promise from Jupiter. So welcome these to Troy's desiring train. Bold Paris first the work of death begun On great Menestheus. another is taken up in the funeral rites of the slain and one more in building the fortification before the ships. the last of which only is agreed to by Agamemnon. And roll'd. Radiant they met. Areithous' son.

(Soft Zephyr curling the wide wat'ry plain. You then. and shade the ground. Great Hector first amidst both armies broke The solemn silence. Held by the midst athwart. and wait the future fight. Then with his spear restrain'd the youth of Troy. The gods have spoke it." To whom the progeny of Jove replies: "I left. What art shall calm the furious sons of war?" To her the god: "Great Hector's soul incite To dare the boldest Greek to single fight. The thronging troops obscure the dusky fields. War soon shall kindle. Now breathe thy rage. the council of the skies: But who shall bid conflicting hosts forbear. And a still horror saddens all the deeps. Till Ilion falls. To give to Greece the long divided day? Too much has Troy already felt thy hate. Great Jove. Thus in thick orders settling wide around. he sought: to him address'd. and great Ilion bend. averse our warfare to compose. O princes of the Greeks! appear." He said: the warrior heard the word with joy. though built by hands divine. On either hand The squadrons part.) The waves scarce heave. What my soul prompts. on the beech's height They sit conceal'd. and their powers bespoke: "Hear. and glorious god of day. the heavenly powers withdrew. and a while engage The warring nations to suspend their rage. from all her numbers show A warrior worthy to be Hector's foe. O'erwhelms the nations with new toils and woes. the expecting Trojans stand. the face of ocean sleeps. Horrid with bristling spears. the business of the field suspend. and gleaming shields. all ye Grecian bands. Thus told the dictates of his sacred breast: "O son of Priam! let thy faithful ear Receive my words: thy friend and brother hear! Go forth persuasive. and hush the tumult of the war. Till Greece.Once more impetuous dost thou bend thy way. and what some god commands. for this. Sage Helenus their secret counsels knew. Great Agamemnon bids the Greeks forbear: They breathe. or till yon navy burns. Hector. War with a fiercer tide once more returns." At this agreed. . For not this day shall end thy glorious date. Then dare the boldest of the hostile train To mortal combat on the listed plain.(178) With silent joy the settling hosts survey: In form of vultures. and hush the stern debate. all ye Trojan. The Athenian maid. This day. inspired. provoked. and their voice is fate. Since vengeful goddesses confederate join To raze her walls. At length composed they sit. As when a general darkness veils the main.

A heartless. forbear the rash design. the mighty man of war. and this advice address'd: "Whither. great Agamemnon. And if Apollo. 'A valiant Greek lies there. amidst thy social band. in whose aid I trust. Here if I fall. inglorious crew! Be what ye seem. and his these arms remain. Whose coward souls your manly form disgrace. By Hector slain. the boldest. an awful band. Hector dares to fight. And distant ages learn the victor's fame. Content the doubtful honour might forego. And tempt a fate which prudence bids thee shun? Grieved though thou art. That day." These words scarce spoke. But all at once." This fierce defiance Greece astonish'd heard. to my friends return'd. How great the shame. Blush'd to refuse. arose. And. The kings of Greece. by chance of battle slain. Myself will dare the danger of the day. O Menelaus! wouldst thou run. Greece on the shore shall raise a monument. and turn'd his brother's vengeful mind. His manly limbs in azure arms he dress'd. Stern Menelaus first the silence broke. thus opprobrious spoke: "Women of Greece! O scandal of your race." He said. Shall stretch your daring champion in the dust. with generous ardour press'd. Sit thou secure. . Even he their chief. And him. and calls the gods to hear: From all your troops select the boldest knight. Thus shall he say. from whence ye grew. If mine the glory to despoil the foe. unanimated clay. spiritless. So great the danger. 'Tis man's bold task the generous strife to try. The mightiest warrior of the Achaian name. Atrides! a superior hand Had stretch'd thee breathless on the hostile strand. Greece in our cause shall arm some powerful hand. Great Hectors arm is mightier far than thine: Even fierce Achilles learn'd its force to fear. And trembling met this dreadful son of war. He stoop'd to reason. Wash'd by broad Hellespont's resounding seas. and so brave the foe. and his rage resign'd.' The stone shall tell your vanquish'd hero's name. thy fury to compose. By Trojan hands and Trojan flames be burn'd. Be his my spoil. Though bold and burning with desire of fame. when every age shall know That not a Grecian met this noble foe! Go then! resolve to earth. But in the hands of God is victory. and to accept it fear'd. inly groaning. No longer bent to rush on certain harms. Which when some future mariner surveys. press'd Thy daring hand.'Tis Hector speaks. But let my body. On Phoebus' temple I'll his arms bestow: The breathless carcase to your navy sent.

my youth renew. warriors.His joyful friends unbrace his azure arms. Proud Areithous' dreadful arms to wield. nor bent the twanging bow. Minerva. Up-started fierce: but far before the rest The king of men advanced his dauntless breast: Then bold Tydides. his huge tempestuous sway Till I. the battle of the foe. and almighty Jove! Years might again roll back. I fought the chief: my arms Minerva crown'd: Prone fell the giant o'er a length of ground. Participate their fame. and each hero's sire! Gods! should he see our warriors trembling stand. Sprung from such fathers. now the victor bore: But when old age had dimm'd Lycurgus' eyes. you that youthful vigour boast. and desert the day?" His warm reproofs the listening kings inflame. The flower of Greece. And with the Arcadian spears my prowess tried. alas! her hoary heroes mourn Their sons degenerate. and all the Grecian name! How shall. Supine he fell: those arms which Mars before Had given the vanquish'd. met whom all our army fear'd. each action. Great Areithous. Where Celadon rolls down his rapid tide. Grave Nestor. then. youngest.(179) There Ereuthalion braved us in the field. Phoebus. What then I was. iron mace he bore. No lance he shook. the noblest of the Grecian name. Whose guileful javelin from the thicket flew. what shame Attend on Greece. He from whose lips divine persuasion flows. in wisdom old! Once with what joy the generous prince would hear Of every chief who fought this glorious war. Him not by manly force Lycurgus slew. the youngest of the host. old in arms. Nor could the strongest hands his fury stay: All saw. where Jardan's waters fall. And nine. I led my troops to Phea's trembling wall. in graceful act arose. And. To Ereuthalion he consign'd the prize. . great in arms. And trembling all before one hostile hand. and their race a scorn! What tears shall down thy silvery beard be roll'd. Deep in a winding way his breast assailed. How would he lift his aged arms on high. and fear'd. appear'd. O Peleus. appear'd. Thus to the kings he spoke: "What grief. Lament inglorious Greece. known from shore to shore By the huge. and pleased inquire Each name. Can you stand trembling. the examples of our host. But broke. who such numbers sway. Nor aught the warrior's thundering mace avail'd. But. with this. O were your Nestor now! Not Hector's self should want an equal foe. Furious with this he crush'd our levell'd bands. and beg to die! Oh! would to all the immortal powers above. And dared the trial of the strongest hands. knotted. And give this arm the spring which once it knew When fierce in war.

if illustrious Hector be thy care. Held out in order to the Grecian peers. To whom the Pylian sage: "Lest thirst of glory your brave souls divide. What chief shall combat. A worthy champion for the Grecian state: This task let Ajax or Tydides prove. with lifted eyes and hands. Now while my brightest arms my limbs invest. That both may claim it. his own immortal praise. thou Almighty! in whose hand is fate. and with transport cries: "Warriors! I claim the lot." Now Ajax braced his dazzling armour on. dreadful as the god of war: With these Eurypylus and Thoas stand. alike inspired with noble rage. Idomen was there. All these.(180) And Merion. Each to his rival yields the mark unknown. Or he. let the gods decide. Or. Whom heaven shall choose." Old Nestor shook the casque.(181) The people pray. lest the foes should hear. and arm with joy. Surveys the inscription with rejoicing eyes. By heaven inspired. Implore the god whose thunder rends the skies: "O father of mankind.And next his bulk gigantic Ajax rear'd. fear no force on earth. And. in all the toils of battle bred! From warlike Salamis I drew my birth. Leap'd forth the lot. Till godlike Ajax finds the lot his own. your vows declare In such a voice as fills the earth and air. Said I in secret? No. superior lord! On lofty Ida's holy hill adored: Who in the highest heaven hast fix'd thy throne. To Saturn's son be all your vows address'd: But pray in secret. This from the right to left the herald bears. the king of kings. Oileus follow'd. Be mine the conquest of this chief of Troy. that Telamon may bear away The praise and conquest of this doubtful day. And gives whole nations to the waste of wars. And deem your prayers the mean effect of fear. And vows like these ascend from all the bands: "Grant. beloved by Jove. The troops with elevated eyes. born to combats. be his the chance to raise His country's fame. . Supreme of gods! unbounded and alone: Grant thou. So stalks in arms the grisly god of Thrace." He said. and that both may share." The lots produced. Sheathed in bright steel the giant-warrior shone: He moves to combat with majestic pace.(182) When Jove to punish faithless men prepares. And wise Ulysses closed the daring band. of every Greek desired. Demand the fight. Lives there a chief whom Ajax ought to dread? Ajax. Then casts before him. each hero signs his own: Then in the general's helm the fates are thrown.

of solid brass the last. and rising. remount the car. Of tough bull-hides. and what the Grecian foe. disappoints the blow. Turn. and the charge renew. New to the field. near his flank descends. To right. Such as I am. as a boy." He said. unactive on the sea-beat shore. and his garment rends.) This Ajax bore before his manly breast. From their bored shields the chiefs their javelins drew. and with new doubt oppress'd. charge. And bear thick battle on my sounding shield But open be our fight. threatening. And glancing downwards. wouldst thou fright. or woman. and answer every call of war. He stood. As from a brazen tower. earth trembled as he strode:(183) His massy javelin quivering in his hand. Through Hector's shield the forceful javelin flew. a sample of her host. Full on the brass descending from above Through six bull-hides the furious weapon drove. and bold each blow. and aid our arms no more. Indulge his wrath. Felt his great heart suspended in his breast: 'Twas vain to seek retreat. and the foe drew near. yet some there are. And. Not void of soul. and bred amidst alarms: I know to shift my ground. No more--be sudden. Stern Telamon behind his ample shield. the bulwark of the Grecian band. and vain to fear. Whole troops of heroes Greece has yet to boast. His corslet enters. Fierce as the mountain-lions bathed in blood. Till in the seventh it fix'd." "O son of Telamon. high above the field Whirl'd the long lance against the sevenfold shield. The blunted point against the buckler bends. the terror of the wood. Then Ajax threw. and trembling at the fight? Thou meet'st a chief deserving of thy arms. and singly know What strength thou hast. Himself had challenged. Or foaming boars. Through every Argive heart new transport ran. The wary Trojan shrinks. tremendous as a god. and begin the fight. thy country's pride! (To Ajax thus the Trojan prince replied) Me. Hector his long lance extends. to left. the dexterous lance I wield. At Ajax. Achilles shuns the fight. with seven thick folds o'ercast. To combat born. I come to prove thy might. I steal no conquest from a noble foe. All Troy stood trembling at the mighty man: Even Hector paused. who in Hyle dwell'd And in all arts of armoury excell'd. Huge was its orb. Grimly he smiled. Then close impetuous. . and not unskill'd in war: Let him.Thus march'd the chief. o'erlook'd the field. and bending low Beneath his buckler. (The work of Tychius. And sends thee one. thus his adverse chief address'd: "Hector! approach my arm.

The goddess parts you. And cease the strife when Hector shows the way. Return."(184) To whom great Ajax his high soul express'd: "O sage! to Hector be these words address'd. Who wearies heaven with vows for Hector's life. and both beloved of Jove.] HECTOR AND AJAX SEPARATED BY THE HERALDS. But now the Night extends her awful shade. let the ruin fly. To either host your matchless worth is known. In his strong hand up-heaved a flinty stone. whom the Greeks employ. the night extends her gloomy shade. And joy the nations whom thy arm defends. The sacred ministers of earth and heaven: Divine Talthybius. But then by heralds' voice the word was given. craggy. The huge stone thundering through his buckler broke: His slacken'd knees received the numbing stroke. Yet ceased not Hector thus. And let the gods decide of death or life! Since. It reach'd his neck. who first provoked our chiefs to fight. Drove through the Trojan targe the knotty spear. Both dear to men. watchful as his foe drew near. Black. Let him. and war is all your own. Full on the brazen boss the stone descends. And heaven enjoins it. And sage Idaeus on the part of Troy. but stooping down. vast: to this his force he bends. to thy Grecian friends. With strength of body. brave Ajax. Each sounds your praise. If first he ask'd it. and dims his shining shield. and Trojan wife. be the night obey'd. and swinging round on high. Let him demand the sanction of the night. And first Idaeus' awful voice was heard: [Illustration: HECTOR AND AJAX SEPARATED BY THE HERALDS." "O first of Greeks! (his noble foe rejoin'd) Whom heaven adorns. And now both heroes their broad falchions drew In flaming circles round their heads they flew. Hereafter we shall meet in glorious war. and with worth of mind! Now martial law commands us to forbear. with matchless strength impell'd! Spouts the black gore. With force tempestuous. Great Hector falls extended on the field. The hollow brass resounded with the shock: Then Ajax seized the fragment of a rock. be the night obey'd. my sons! your further force to prove. superior to thy kind. and restored to fight. His bulk supporting on the shatter'd shield: Nor wanted heavenly aid: Apollo's might Confirm'd his sinews. . Some future day shall lengthen out the strife. I content obey. then. As I shall glad each chief.But Ajax. Between the swords their peaceful sceptres rear'd. "Forbear. But let us. on this memorable day. Applied each nerve.

Nor fear the fierce incursions of the foe. 'Not hate. Alive. Of full five years. And each brave foe was in his soul a friend. The sceptred kings of Greece his words approved. in each persuasive art approved. they survey him round. While we to flames our slaughter'd friends bequeath. Escaped great Ajax. convened at Priam's palace-gate. the repast prepare. And pious children o'er their ashes weep.Exchange some gift: that Greece and Troy may say. The beast they quarter. Each takes his seat. The Trojan peers in nightly council sate. unarm'd. Here. they strip the smoking hide.(185) When now the rage of hunger was removed. From space to space be ample gates around. glorying in his hardy deed. And nigh the fleet a funeral structure rear. as of choice: Their hearts were fearful. as their late despair. The well-arm'd Greeks to Agamemnon lead. But Ajax. and vigorous from his wound." 'Twas thus the sage his wholesome counsel moved. From the red field their scatter'd bodies bear. O kings! this fatal day has cost. The baldric studded. High o'er them all a general tomb be raised. where on one promiscuous pile they blazed. and the joints divide. In words like these his prudent thought express'd: "How dear. This seeks the Grecian. and the sheath enchased. Nestor. a sword with stars of silver graced. . Meanwhile. Then with majestic grace they quit the plain. but glory. and a trench profound. The sage whose counsels long had sway'd the rest. So decent urns their snowy bones may keep. The king himself (an honorary sign) Before great Ajax placed the mighty chine. A senate void of order. to secure our camp and naval powers. and confused their voice. chief! nor let the morrow's light Awake thy squadrons to new toils of fight: Some space at least permit the war to breathe. Next. To Troy's high gates the godlike man they bear Their present triumph. Then spread the tables. made these chiefs contend. And hail with joy the Champion of their state. Raise an embattled wall. What Greeks are perish'd! what a people lost! What tides of blood have drench'd Scamander's shore! What crowds of heroes sunk to rise no more! Then hear me. For passing chariots. He gave the Greek. and each receives his share. with lofty towers. A steer for sacrifice the king design'd.'" With that. and of the nobler kind. that the Phrygian train. The victim falls. The generous Greek bestow'd A radiant belt that rich with purple glow'd. The Trojan bands returning Hector wait. So Greece to combat shall in safety go.

Slow from his seat the reverend Priam rose: His godlike aspect deep attention drew: He paused. once more the fate of war be tried. Guard well the walls. and Troy's great monarch. mighty Jove decide!" The monarch spoke: the warriors snatch'd with haste (Each at his post in arms) a short repast. to the Atrides sent. but not the dame. Till the new sun restores the cheerful light. and Troy requests in vain. "Ye sons of Atreus. for peace. And Argive Helen own her ancient lord. But be this bright possession ever mine. author of the war. declares. broke." 'Twas then. more sound advice hast given. Next. And I but move what every god requires: Let Sparta's treasures be this hour restored. Trojan. O ye chiefs! we ask a truce to burn Our slaughter'd heroes. or reject. princes of the Trojan name! Their treasures I'll restore. Dardans. That done. relieve the watch of night. Then shall our herald. and ye Greeks. As this advice ye practise. hear! 'Tis heaven the counsel of my breast inspires. that Troy may burn Her slaughter'd heroes. Dardans. My treasures too. the growing discord to compose. give ear! The words of Troy. and auxiliar bands! Now take refreshment as the hour demands. in council found." The senior spoke and sate. and these pacific words ensue: "Ye Trojans. The spoils and treasures he to Ilion bore (Oh had he perish'd ere they touch'd our shore!) He proffers injured Greece: with large increase Of added Trojan wealth to buy the peace. or dread the dire effect. The ties of faith. in thy time. assign'd by heaven. But wisdom has its date. To the black ships Idaeus bent his way. He raised his voice: the host stood listening round. and their bones inurn. once more the fate of war be tried. thus demands their ear: "Ye Trojans. Soon as the rosy morn had waked the day. and their bones inurn. To whom replied The graceful husband of the Spartan bride: "Cold counsels. That done. rising. . So hope success. Pleased may ye hear (so heaven succeed my prayers) What Paris.Antenor. I will resign. may become thy years But sound ungrateful in a warrior's ears: Old man. Next let a truce be ask'd. But to restore the beauteous bride again. and auxiliars. if void of fallacy or art. Thou. to the sons of Mars. Our impious battles the just gods provoke. Then hear me. This Greece demands. There. hear. Thy words express the purpose of thy heart. And whose the conquest. Before their ships proclaim my son's intent. the sworn alliance.

So toil'd the Greeks: meanwhile the gods above. Hew'd the green forests. And. For passing chariots.And whose the conquest. deplored the dead. And round the pile a general tomb they rear'd. to secure the camp and naval powers. whose thunder rolls on high!" He said. explain'd The peace rejected. At length Tydides rose. Now. And gratify the manes of the slain. and deformed with gore. and the bodies bore. The cold remains consume with equal care. to their fleet repair. He came. And slowly. To sacred Troy. and all the Grecian name. Amazed beheld the wondrous works of man: . About the dying flames the Greeks appear'd. but none the silence broke. And. To shed his sacred light on earth again. They raised embattled walls with lofty towers:(186) From space to space were ample gates around. and deep in earth below. Their proffer'd wealth. to sacred Troy return'd. And tipp'd the mountains with a purple ray. Let conquest make them ours: fate shakes their wall. Strong piles infix'd stood adverse to the foe. And Troy already totters to her fall. the herald bent his way. Arose the golden chariot of the day. ere the morn had streak'd with reddening light The doubtful confines of the day and night. Straight to their several cares the Trojans move. And decent on the pile dispose the dead. Be witness. sadly slow. Nor less the Greeks their pious sorrows shed. With general shouts return'd him loud acclaim. In shining circle round their father Jove. and standing in the midst. sadly. friends! defrauded of your fame. Then. Sage Priam check'd their grief: with silent haste The bodies decent on the piles were placed: With melting hearts the cold remains they burn'd. Scarce could the friend his slaughter'd friend explore. their pious tears they shed. take not. and rising spoke: "Oh. With dust dishonour'd. where all her princes lay To wait the event. Then thus the king of kings rejects the peace: "Herald! in him thou hear'st the voice of Greece For what remains. The wounds they wash'd. In mingled throngs the Greek and Trojan train Through heaps of carnage search'd the mournful plain. Some search the plains. mighty Jove decide!" The Greeks gave ear. descending on the shore." The admiring chiefs. Jove. laid along their cars. and a trench profound Of large extent. nor even the Spartan dame. And now from forth the chambers of the main. and rear'd his sceptre to the sky. let funeral flames be fed With heroes' corps: I war not with the dead: Go search your slaughtered chiefs on yonder plain. but the truce obtain'd. some fell the sounding grove: Nor less the Greeks.

Back from the tents the savoury vapour flew. And now the fleet. an ox. and these within their towers. [Illustration: GREEK AMPHORA--WINE VESSELS. . And well the plenteous freight supplied the host: Each. (Eunaeus. drop the huge wall: Vast drifts of sand shall change the former shore: The ruin vanish'd. some.Then he. Each pour'd to Jove before the bowl was crown'd. refresh'd with sleep from toils of fight. whelm'd beneath the waves. No god consulted. While the deep thunder shook the aerial hall." Thus spoke the hoary monarch of the deep. The sapp'd foundations by thy force shall fall.) The rest they purchased at their proper cost. The almighty Thunderer with a frown replies. If the proud Grecians thus successful boast Their rising bulwarks on the sea-beat coast? See the long walls extending to the main. our oracles implore. Wide as the morn her golden beam extends. whose trident shakes the earth. and blackens half the skies: "Strong god of ocean! thou. whom Hypsipyle of yore To Jason. With Bacchus' blessings cheered the generous bands. began: "What mortals henceforth shall our power adore. No trace remain where once the glory grew. shepherd of his people. While old Laomedon's divine abodes. and no victim slain! Their fame shall fill the world's remotest ends. And. All night they feast. pale horror seized on all. And shot red lightnings through the gloomy shade: Humbled they stood. Our fanes frequent. o'er the Grecian train. The rolling sun descending to the main Beheld the finish'd work." Thus they in heaven: while. and thy fame shall last. But Jove averse the signs of wrath display'd. bore. proportion'd treasures gave. Thy power is honour'd. That clouds the world. Those radiant structures raised by labouring gods.(188) Some. Of fragrant wines the rich Eunaeus sent A thousant measures to the royal tent. arrived from Lemnos' strands. Shall. Their bulls they slew. or slave. Enjoy'd the balmy blessings of the night.] GREEK AMPHORA--WINE VESSELS. in long oblivion sleep. But yon proud work no future age shall view. in exchange. And large libations drench'd the thirsty ground: Then late. razed and lost. and the name no more. whose rage can make The solid earth's eternal basis shake! What cause of fear from mortal works could move(187) The meanest subject of our realms above? Where'er the sun's refulgent rays are cast. brass or iron. the Greek and Trojan powers: Those on the fields.

and threatens them with the pains of Tartarus if they assist either side: Minerva only obtains of him that she may direct the Greeks by her counsels. of mortal and immortal birth. Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn. Juno and Minerva prepare to aid the Grecians. And lock'd by hell's inexorable doors. and reverence what ye hear. and main Strive all. approve! What god but enters yon forbidden field. and the land. ye powers. . The time of seven and twenty days is employed from the opening of the poem to the end of this book. Hector continues in the field. Gash'd with dishonest wounds. and try the omnipotence of Jove. then. who is at length wounded by Hector. The acts of Teucer.) and gives orders to keep the watch all night in the camp. dread those dire abodes: And know. Aurora now. The heavens attentive trembled as he spoke: "Celestial states! immortal gods! give ear.BOOK VIII. Or far. Let down our golden everlasting chain(191) Whose strong embrace holds heaven. As deep beneath the infernal centre hurl'd. Join all. by this. Let him who tempts me. Thou. from steep Olympus thrown. To drag. the ocean. but are restrained by Iris. the Thunderer down to earth Ye strive in vain! if I but stretch this hand. or but wills to yield. (the Greeks being driven to their fortifications before the ships. are excellently described.(190) As from that centre to the ethereal world. With burning chains fix'd to the brazen floors. The sire of gods his awful silence broke. Nestor alone continues in the field in great danger: Diomed relieves him. Where high Olympus' cloudy tops arise. and those of Hector. The night puts an end to the battle. and pass the night under arms. Hear our decree. Who yields assistance. whose exploits. I heave the gods.(189) his balances the fates of both. to prevent the enemy from re-embarking and escaping by flight. fair daughter of the dawn. sent from Jupiter. AND THE DISTRESS OF THE GREEKS. The scene here (except of the celestial machines) lies in the field towards the seashore. THE SECOND BATTLE. and earth. Juno endeavours to animate Neptune to the assistance of the Greeks. When Jove convened the senate of the skies. Low in the dark Tartarean gulf shall groan. the scorn of heaven. fate! fulfil it! and. the Almighty is the god of gods. ye powers above. Back to the skies with shame he shall be driven. and affrights the Greeks with his thunders and lightnings. They kindle fires through all the fields. oh far. but in vain. ARGUMENT. League all your forces. The fix'd decree which not all heaven can move. and carried off. Jupiter assembles a council of the deities.

spoke: "O first and greatest! God. and the skies resound. The gates unfolding pour forth all their train. from his radiant car. And smiled superior on his best beloved.I fix the chain to great Olympus' height. (Fair nurse of fountains. and of savage game. and his altar blazed: There." The cloud-compelling god her suit approved. and gods. Each adverse battle gored with equal wounds. Victors and vanquish'd join promiscuous cries. And the vast world hangs trembling in my sight! For such I reign. From fields forbidden we submiss refrain. With arms unaiding mourn our Argives slain. The stedfast firmament beneath them shook: Rapt by the ethereal steeds the chariot roll'd. Yet grant my counsels still their breasts may move. At length his best-beloved. and navigable seas. With streaming blood the slippery fields are dyed. the sacred sire Of gods and men released the steeds of fire: Blue ambient mists the immortal steeds embraced. Now had the Grecians snatch'd a short repast. Long as the morning beams. Troy roused as soon. But when to Ida's topmost height he came. compared to Jove. flash'd intolerable day. High on the throne he shines: his coursers fly Between the extended earth and starry sky. And now with shouts the shocking armies closed. Triumphant shouts and dying groans arise. Brass were their hoofs. Refulgent. for on this dreadful day The fate of fathers. the power of wisdom." The all-mighty spoke. The tumult thickens. steeds. And such are men. To lances lances. their curling manes of gold: Of heaven's undrossy gold the gods array.) Where o'er her pointed summits proudly raised. Then call'd his coursers. The town. Squadrons on squadrons cloud the dusky plain: Men. O'er heaven's clear azure spread the sacred light. Trembling they stood before their sovereign's look. unbounded and above. And buckled on their shining arms with haste. our father and our lord! But. And slaughter'd heroes swell the dreadful tide. High on the cloudy point his seat he placed. by gods adored We own thy might. . The sounding darts in iron tempests flew. Or all must perish in the wrath of Jove. nor durst the powers reply: A reverend horror silenced all the sky. and his chariot took. Host against host with shadowy legends drew. increasing bright. Thence his broad eye the subject world surveys. and infants lay. and chariots shake the trembling ground. shields to shields opposed. wives. His fane breathed odours. at least lament their fate. Commutual death the fate of war confounds. and tents. ah! permit to pity human state: If not to help.

" Thus said the chief. dishonest wound? Oh turn and save from Hector's direful rage The glory of the Greeks. and anxious thus bespoke the king: "Great perils. Mad with his anguish. and poised the mighty weight: Press'd with its load. That day had stretch'd beneath his matchless hand The hoary monarch of the Pylian band. the Pylian sage. Thy veins no more with ancient vigour glow. the muttering thunder rolls. Unwilling he remain'd. ascend my seat. and Nestor. Their strength he withers. Nor each stern Ajax. Before his wrath the trembling hosts retire. Pour'd to the tumult on his whirling car. the Grecian balance lies Low sunk on earth. a vile. for Paris' dart Had pierced his courser in a mortal part. renown'd in war. where the springing man Curl'd o'er the brow. the king of war. amidst the storm remain'd. to stop. the Trojan strikes the skies. A single warrior midst a host of foes. he begins to rear. The gods in terrors. from forth the crowd He rush'd. oh whither does Ulysses run? Oh. father! wait the unequal fight. and the skies on fire. or urge the rapid race: These late obey'd à neas' guiding rein. even he may learn to fear The thirsty fury of my flying spear. But Diomed beheld. it stung him to the brain. to chase. Nor great Idomeneus that sight could bear. thunderbolts of war: Nor he. Pierced in the back. and shelters there." His fruitless words are lost unheard in air. But bold Tydides to the rescue goes. Scarce had his falchion cut the reins. Nor shall great Hector want an equal foe. thundering through the war. . Thick lightnings flash. and from the car Observe the steeds of Tros. The sire of gods his golden scales suspends. Then haste.(192) With equal hand: in these explored the fate Of Greece and Troy. and thy coursers slow. flight unworthy great Laertes' son! Mix'd with the vulgar shall thy fate be found.But when the sun the height of heaven ascends. When dreadful Hector. Practised alike to turn. Then Jove from Ida's top his horrors spreads. Before the coursers with a sudden spring He leap'd. These younger champions will oppress thy might. the alarm sustain'd Nestor alone. and lash the air. Fierce as he is. and unmans their souls. Fix'd in the forehead. With these against yon Trojans will we go. and freed The encumber'd chariot from the dying steed. and on Ulysses call'd aloud: "Whither. Paw with his hoofs aloft. To dare the fight. skill'd in war. Leave thou thy chariot to our faithful train. The clouds burst dreadful o'er the Grecian heads. Weak is thy servant. Ulysses seeks the ships.

(193) Like timorous flocks the Trojans in their wall Inclosed had bled: but Jove with awful sound Roll'd the big thunder o'er the vast profound: Full in Tydides' face the lightning flew. This day. Nor Troy. But plunged in Eniopeus' bosom lay. The ground before him flamed with sulphur blue. The quivering steeds fell prostrate at the sight. the fierce in war. And Nestor's trembling hand confess'd his fright: He dropp'd the reins: and. Go less than woman. averse. who dreads the sword That laid in dust her loved. mighty hero! graced above the rest In seats of council and the sumptuous feast: Now hope no more those honours from thy train. in the form of man! To scale our walls. Hector they face. Eurymedon. lamented lord. unknowing how to fear. Tydides whirl'd his spear. Thus. The storm of hissing javelins pours behind. and hide a warrior's shame!" To whom Gerenian Nestor thus replied:(194) "Gods! can thy courage fear the Phrygian's pride? Hector may vaunt. to supply his place and rule the car. yet bleeding in her heroes lost.Approves his counsel. the sovereign of the skies Assists great Hector. their trusty servants hold. And strains his aged arm to lash the horse. O'erwhelm me. . and urge the chariot hence. "Go. Pleased. turning. o'er the gasping throng Drives the swift steeds: the chariot smokes along. Fierce he drove on. To lead in exile the fair Phrygian dames. Rose Archeptolemus. and thy words are wise. and Sthenelus the bold: The reverend charioteer directs the course." He said. and. warn'd the intrepid Diomed: "O chief! too daring in thy friend's defence Retire advised. The steeds fly back: he falls. and our palm denies. Not even a Phrygian dame. But ah. The spear with erring haste mistook its way. 'Tis not in man his fix'd decree to move: The great will glory to submit to Jove. When Greece shall conquer by his heavenly power. Yet unrevenged permits to press the field. His opening hand in death forsakes the rein. hasty. to wrap our towers in flames. and spurns the plain. Till. Great Hector sorrows for his servant kill'd. shook with sacred dread. what grief! should haughty Hector boast I fled inglorious to the guarded coast. and ascends the car: The steeds he left. earth. Some other sun may see the happier hour. The shouts of Trojans thicken in the wind. the Dardan host. Hector braves the warrior as he flies. Then with a voice that shakes the solid skies. Before that dire disgrace shall blast my fame." "O reverend prince! (Tydides thus replies) Thy years are awful. but who shall heed the boast? Not those who felt thy arm. And now had death and horror cover'd all.

deep anguish stung Saturnia's soul. and stretch thee dead. and dreadful hand to hand. furious queen! is thine? . Soon as before yon hollow ships we stand. High o'er their slighted trench our steeds shall bound. Dardan band. Lycian. (The sign of conquest. and by a princess' hand. In vain the gloomy Thunderer might repine: Sole should he sit. Great Hector heard. This arm shall reach thy heart. Heard ye the voice of Jove? Success and fame Await on Troy. For this. and thrice imperial Jove On Ida's summits thunder'd from above. while thus he spoke: "Now. Now swift pursue. She shook her throne. Encouraged his proud steeds. Helice. encompass'd. and toss the blazing brand. and to stand the fight. thy power obey. destined by this arm to fall. he saw the flashing light. and your own. For this my spouse. whose force can make The stedfast earth from her foundations shake. then bending o'er the yoke. Fight each with flames. Your great forefathers' glories. Xanthus. ye powers! This night. then victory. in one blaze expires. Podargus! prove thy generous race. Till. urge the chase.(195) And gifts unceasing on thine altars lay. the fleet is ours!" That heard. Weak bulwarks. And all your master's well-spent care repay. Vulcanian arms. To stop his coursers. Lampus. All famed in war. All Greece. on Greece eternal shame. of great Aetion's line.Thy once proud hopes." Now fears dissuade him. the labour of a god: These if we gain. this glorious night. Nor swells thy heart in that immortal breast? Yet à gae. Would all the deities of Greece combine." Furious he said. their proud navy wrapt in smoke and fires. Seest thou the Greeks by fates unjust oppress'd. every Trojan. presumptuous prince! are fled. So oft has steep'd the strengthening grain in wine. Thrice turn'd the chief. with scarce a god to friend. that shook the starry pole: And thus to Neptune: "Thou. In vain they skulk behind their boasted wall. be fearless. Be fleet. in plenteous stalls ye stand. And see his Trojans to the shades descend: Such be the scene from his Idaean bower. high-fed. Ungrateful prospect to the sullen power!" Neptune with wrath rejects the rash design: "What rage. and now hopes invite. what madness. now thunder uncontroll'd: Give me to seize rich Nestor's shield of gold. Served with pure wheat. this important day. And thou. And pass victorious o'er the levell'd mound. Be mindful of the wreaths your arms have won.) and thus urged the fight: "Hear. à thon. From Tydeus' shoulders strip the costly load.

The king of men. The dart drove on. Your hasty triumphs on the Lemnian shore? Each fearless hero dares a hundred foes. (divine portent!) High o'er the wondering hosts he soar'd above. O'er the broad ditch impell'd his foaming horse. High on the midmost bark the king appear'd: There. Toil'd through the tents. Young Agelaus (Phradmon was his sire) With flying coursers shunn'd his dreadful ire. And save the relics of the Grecian land!" Thus pray'd the king. and transport seized on all: Encouraged by the sign. "O Argives! shame of human race! (he cried: The hollow vessels to his voice replied. bright ensign of command. and issued at his breast: Headlong he quits the car: his arms resound. he lifted in his hand His purple robe. and heaven's great father heard His vows. of all the Grecian force. But who to meet one martial man is found. Then let the prey before his altar fall. Who paid their vows to Panomphaean Jove. When the fight rages. His eagle. And ask'd destruction to the Trojan name. And fierce on Troy with doubled fury drive. by happy signs declares.I war not with the highest. And dyed his javelin red with Trojan gore. A dreadful front! they shake the brands. and my people slain! To thee my vows were breathed from every shore. Pierced the deep ranks. What altar smoked not with our victims' gore? With fat of bulls I fed the constant flame. and fills the fields With close-ranged chariots. in bitterness of soul preferr'd: The wrath appeased. to whose matchless might Jove gave the glory of the destined fight. and the flames surround? O mighty Jove! O sire of the distress'd! Was ever king like me. and all his army fired. Now. While the feast lasts. And gives the people to their monarch's prayers. Where the deep trench in length extended lay. like me oppress'd? With power immense. Give these at least to 'scape from Hector's hand. Squadrons on squadrons drives. . and with thicken'd shields. the troops revive. from Ulysses' deck. his voice was heard: To Ajax and Achilles reach'd the sound. Compacted troops stand wedged in firm array.) Where now are all your glorious boasts of yore. and while the goblet flows. All above Submit and tremble at the hand of Jove. A fawn his talons truss'd. My glory ravish'd. by Juno's self inspired. and threat With long-destroying flames the hostile fleet. The Greeks beheld. Whose distant ships the guarded navy bound. with justice arm'd in vain. the Phrygian fell oppress'd." Now godlike Hector. Tydides first. sacred bird of heaven! he sent. their strongest battle tore. Swift as he moved. gracious god! far humbler our demand. Struck through the back.

but pierced Gorgythio's heart. The Atridae first. With Chromius. sad trophies of his art. and twang'd the string. Shall recompense the warrior's toils with love. Forth rush a tide of Greeks. The bloody pile great Melanippus crown'd. be now in battle tried. The next rich honorary gift be thine: Some golden tripod. And drench'd in royal blood the thirsty dart." To this the chief: "With praise the rest inspire. Evaemon's son next issues to the foe. Till every shaft in Phrygian blood be dyed. Now hear a monarch's vow: If heaven's high powers Give me to raze Troy's long-defended towers. And last young Teucer with his bended bow. Thus Ajax guards his brother in the field. Secure behind the Telamonian shield The skilful archer wide survey'd the field. This offspring added to king Priam's line. always thus. like Mars in arms renown'd. and sings along the skies: He miss'd the mark. What strength I have. Retires for safety to the mother's arms. Who first by Teucer's mortal arrows bled? Orsilochus. thy early worth be tried. now passed the mound. Thy brave example shall retrieve our host. whom thy eyes approve. the Ajaces next succeed: Meriones. Since rallying from our wall we forced the foe. And the brave son repays his cares with fame. Heaps fell on heaps. Still aim'd at Hector have I bent my bow: Eight forky arrows from this hand have fled. or distinguished car. and turns the shining shield. nymph of form divine. And godlike Idomen. Daetor. and thy father's boast! Sprung from an alien's bed thy sire to grace. A Trojan ghost attending every dart. Ophelestes slain: Bold Hamopaon breathless sunk to ground. Then close beneath the sevenfold orb withdrew: The conscious infant so.His ponderous buckler thunders on the ground. Whatever treasures Greece for me design." He said. he own'd the generous flame. Great Agamemnon views with joyful eye The ranks grow thinner as his arrows fly: "O youth forever dear! (the monarch cried) Thus. the passage freed. With coursers dreadful in the ranks of war: Or some fair captive. Nor urge a soul already fill'd with fire. this dog of Troy. (Fair Castianira.(196) . With every shaft some hostile victim slew. Moves as he moves. when fear alarms. The weapon flies At Hector's breast.) As full-blown poppies. Thy country's saviour. And eight bold heroes by their points lie dead: But sure some god denies me to destroy This fury of the field. overcharged with rain. then fell Ormenus dead: The godlike Lycophon next press'd the plain. The vigorous offspring of a stolen embrace: Proud of his boy.

And fired the troops. Before the ships a desperate stand they made. and shake the sable shield! Now. in this moment of her last despair. Then pensive thus. Condemn'd to suffer the full force of fate. Another shaft the raging archer drew. Thus oft the Grecians turn'd. The feather in his hand. Quits his bright car. Guards as he turns. depress'd Beneath his helmet. retreat behind their wall. Troy yet found grace before the Olympian sire. and drooping kiss the plain. With terror clothed. Or in the trench on heaps confusedly fall. And many a chief lay gasping on the ground. The furious chief discharged the craggy stone: The bow-string burst beneath the ponderous blow. So sinks the youth: his beauteous head. but still they flew. that gives the lion chase. bore The batter'd archer groaning to the shore. When flying they had pass'd the trench profound. Thus following. Hector with grief his charioteer beheld All pale and breathless on the sanguine field: Then bids Cebriones direct the rein. and fill'd their breasts with fire. Shall wretched Greece no more confess our care. He fell: but Ajax his broad shield display'd. whose arm can wield The avenging bolt. That other shaft with erring fury flew. With beating bosom. drops upon his breast. The youth already strain'd the forceful yew. And drain the dregs of heaven's relentless hate? Gods! shall one raging hand thus level all? . As the bold hound. There. dreadful as the god! Their strong distress the wife of Jove survey'd. He arm'd their hands. First of the foe. And dipp'd its feathers in no vulgar gore. The Greeks repulsed. and more than mortal strong. or fastens on his heels. and issues on the plain. And screen'd his brother with the mighty shade. great Hector march'd along. Headlong he falls: his sudden fall alarms The steeds. Touch'd where the neck and hollow chest unite. And his numb'd hand dismiss'd his useless bow. just wing'd for flight. The shaft already to his shoulder drew.Decline the head. and Mecistheus. brave Archeptolemus! it tore. that startle at his sounding arms.) Yet fell not dry or guiltless to the ground: Thy breast. to war's triumphant maid: "O daughter of that god. Phoebus turn'd the flying wound. Hector still the hindmost slew. Hangs on his haunch. Till great Alaster. where the juncture knits the channel bone. and circles as he wheels. and with eager pace. Fierce on his rattling chariot Hector came: His eyes like Gorgon shot a sanguine flame That wither'd all their host: like Mars he stood: Dire as the monster. (From Hector. And rush'd on Teucer with the lifted rock. and called the gods to aid. Dreadful he shouts: from earth a stone he took.

in deep dismay. her various veil unbound. The sun's bright portals and the skies command. pale. The triple dog had never felt his chain. . through yon ranks to ride. the eternal gates of day Bar heaven with clouds. At Thetis' suit the partial Thunderer nods. strong! that when her fury burns Proud tyrants humbles. Heaven's golden gates. and whole hosts o'erturns. or unfold. his favourite son distress'd. Mocks our attempts. Her father's arms her mighty limbs invest. The vigorous power the trembling car ascends: Shook by her arm. with art immortal crown'd. Smooth glides the chariot through the liquid sky. and thunder at thy side.What numbers fell! what numbers yet shall fall! What power divine shall Hector's wrath assuage? Still swells the slaughter. Then. on yonder shore. Saturnia lends the lash. for this. Averse to me of all his heaven of gods. and Juno rein'd the steeds with care: (Heaven's awful empress. ponderous. and terrible no more. and glut the dogs with gore?" She ceased. Nor Styx been cross'd. Stretch'd by some Argive on his native shore: But he above. and my Greeks undone. nor hell explored in vain. resenting son. fierce. and Pallas shall appear. the coursers fly. perhaps. All dreadful in the crimson walks of war! What mighty Trojan then. he may be moved To call his blue-eyed maid his best beloved. shall Hector glory then? (That terror of the Greeks. and gave his arm the day. the clouds divide. The stubborn god. and slights our just demands. Prone down the steep of heaven their course they guide. with tears he begg'd. Commission'd in alternate watch they stand. the massy javelin bends: Huge. Shall feast the fowls. Heaven's gates spontaneous open to the powers. inflexible and hard. kept by the winged Hours. When to grim Pluto's gloomy gates he went. the sire of heaven. My hopes are frustrate. Close. I shot from heaven. Myself will arm. Oh had my wisdom known this dire event. withstands. With flowers adorn'd. To whom the goddess with the azure eyes: "Long since had Hector stain'd these fields with gore. By stern Eurystheus with long labours press'd? He begg'd. To grace her gloomy. The radiant robe her sacred fingers wove Floats in rich waves. Expiring. that man of men) When Juno's self. and spreads the court of Jove. His cuirass blazes on her ample breast. and still grows the rage!" So spake the imperial regent of the skies. Saturn's other heir:) Pallas. or roll those clouds away. Some future day. Haste. Forgets my service and deserved reward: Saved I. goddess! say. The sounding hinges ring. meanwhile. launch thy chariot.

For Juno. flaming. She claims some title to transgress our will. So shall Minerva learn to fear his ire. from Ida's top survey'd. and know his word shall stand: His lightning your rebellion shall confound. Your car in fragments scatter'd o'er the sky. "What frenzy goddesses! what rage can move Celestial minds to tempt the wrath of Jove? Desist." She spoke. scatter'd o'er the sky: My lightning these rebellious shall confound. And thus enjoin'd the many-colour'd maid. to the ground. incensed. And hurl ye headlong. the various-colour'd maid From Ida's top her golden wings display'd. headlong. and Juno thus her rage resign'd: "O daughter of that god. ever constant." Swift as the wind. . Condemn'd for ten revolving years to weep The wounds impress'd by burning thunder deep. To great Olympus' shining gate she flies. Restrains their progress from the bright abodes. headstrong and imperious still. and what I speak is fate: Their coursers crush'd beneath the wheels shall lie. and stop their car. For Juno. And hurl them flaming. Nor dare to combat hers and nature's sire. There meets the chariot rushing down the skies. She flew. She claims some title to transgress his will: But thee. Their car in fragments. headstrong and imperious still. mounting on the pinions of the wind. Triumphant now. now miserably slain. whose arm can wield The avenging bolt. Yourselves condemn'd ten rolling years to weep The wounds impress'd by burning thunder deep. to the ground.] JUNO AND MINERVA GOING TO ASSIST THE GREEKS. and shake the dreadful shield No more let beings of superior birth Contend with Jove for this low race of earth. And speaks the mandate of the sire of gods. what desperate insolence has driven To lift thy lance against the king of heaven?" Then. and backward turn'd her steeds of light. "Thaumantia! mount the winds. And. [Illustration: JUNO AND MINERVA GOING TO ASSIST THE GREEKS. obedient to his high command: This is his word. Thus have I spoke. Nor dare to combat hers and nature's sire. So shall Minerva learn to fear our ire. Against the highest who shall wage the war? If furious yet they dare the vain debate. ever rule mankind. Your horses crush'd beneath the wheels shall lie. They breathe or perish as the fates ordain: But Jove's high counsels full effect shall find.But Jove.

Your hearts shall tremble.Adorn'd with manes of gold. He saw their soul. From fields forbidden we submiss refrain. For Greece we grieve. And each immortal nerve with horror shake. Lest all should perish in the rage of Jove. Till with a snowy veil he screen'd the blaze. why heave your hearts? Soon was your battle o'er: proud Troy retired Before your face. On this our hill no more shall hold his place. Swifter than thought. 'Twas Neptune's charge his coursers to unbrace. and fill their seats of gold. High heaven the footstool of his feet he makes. But know. and blackens all the skies: . O tyrant of the skies! Strength and omnipotence invest thy throne. The prudent goddess yet her wrath repress'd. And fix the car on its immortal base. Yet grant our counsels still their breasts may move. Mix with the gods. There stood the chariot. Trembling afar the offending powers appear'd. For thus I speak.] THE HOURS TAKING THE HORSES FROM JUNO'S CAR. whoe'er almighty power withstand! Unmatch'd our force. they rest in high celestial stalls. abandon'd by her fate To drink the dregs of thy unmeasured hate. The Hours unloosed them. The pensive goddesses. Who swells the clouds. [Illustration: THE HOURS TAKING THE HORSES FROM JUNO'S CAR. And heap'd their mangers with ambrosial food. and thus his word imparts: "Pallas and Juno! say. There tied. 'Tis thine to punish. The eternal Thunderer sat. and in your wrath expired. abash'd. and reach the sky. and thus the god replies. if our arms we take. beaming forth its rays. He. whose all-conscious eyes the world behold. and exiled from the ethereal race. impotent of rage. the wheels instinctive fly. Flame through the vast of air. enthroned in gold. and what I speak shall stand. But Juno. unconquer'd is our hand: Who shall the sovereign of the skies control? Not all the gods that crown the starry pole. controll'd. Cut off. What power soe'er provokes our lifted hand. and heavenly bright. With arms unaiding see our Argives slain." Juno and Pallas grieving hear the doom. But feast their souls on Ilion's woes to come. And now the Thunderer meditates his flight From Ida's summits to the Olympian height. replies: "What hast thou said. The chariot propp'd against the crystal walls. Confused and silent. ours to grieve alone." The goddess thus. And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes. Though secret anger swell'd Minerva's breast. for his frown they fear'd. panting as they stood.

shall stand. The navy flaming. And. Fast by the brink. The assembled chiefs. with attention hear! Ye Dardan bands. in the silence and the shades of night. Shall see the almighty Thunderer in arms. Lest. we hoped. Where cursed Iapetus and Saturn dwell. thus reveal'd his mind: "Ye valiant Trojans. Till the bright morn her purple beam displays. and view in vain. falls. would wrap in conquering flame Greece with her ships. Some lasting token of the Phrygian foe."The morning sun. Where on her utmost verge the seas resound. Of full ten cubits was the lance's length. Greece on her sable ships attempt her flight. And warn their children from a Trojan war. nor canst thou turn its course With all thy rage. with all thy rebel force. Let numerous fires the absent sun supply. And arm in vain. Some hostile wound let every dart bestow. Fix'd to the wood with circling rings of gold: The noble Hector on his lance reclined. high blazing to the sky. Nor shall great Hector cease the rage of fight. give ear! This day. and Hector calls A martial council near the navy walls. No sun e'er gilds the gloomy horrors there. and generous aids. for what I will. These to Scamander's bank apart he led. to save the cowards. The point was brass. What heaps of Argives then shall load the plain." Now And The The deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light. refulgent to behold. within the streams of hell. Wounds. or safely cleave the main. The flaming piles with plenteous fuel raise. A massy spear he bore of mighty strength. if thy wilt. bending forward. Where thinly scatter'd lay the heaps of dead. Attend his order. But darkness now. and crown our toils with fame. and thy Greeks in flight. to earth's remotest bound. Obey the night. and refresh our powers. and lay waste the plain. that long hence may ask their spouses' care. drew behind the cloudy veil of night: conquering Trojans mourn his beams decay'd. descending on the ground. Those radiant eyes shall view. Not unmolested let the wretches gain Their lofty decks. Greeks rejoicing bless the friendly shade. The victors keep the field. And guards them trembling in their wooden walls. . And strengthening bread and generous wine be brought Wide o'er the field. and use her peaceful hours Our steeds to forage. and their prince surround. Fly. awaked by loud alarms. For such is fate. Straight from the town be sheep and oxen sought. Even till the day when certain fates ordain That stern Achilles (his Patroclus slain) Shall rise in vengeance. No cheerful gales refresh the lazy air: There arm once more the bold Titanian band.

And fix'd their headstalls to his chariot-side. From all his host around Shouts of applause along the shores resound. And lighten glimmering Xanthus with their rays. A nobler charge shall rouse the dawning day. And the fired fleet behold the battle rage. and black death secure. under covert of the midnight shade. From age inglorious. the watery way: For Trojan vultures a predestined prey. A flood of glory bursts from all the skies: The conscious swains. Around her throne the vivid planets roll. Let sacred heralds sound the solemn call. Sheathed in bright arms let every troop engage. And beaming fires illumined all the ground. Ungrateful offering to the immortal powers!(197) Whose wrath hung heavy o'er the Trojan towers: Nor Priam nor his sons obtain'd their grace. to-night. Eye the blue vault. And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene. And tip with silver every mountain's head: Then shine the vales. Firm be the guard. Then. So many flames before proud Ilion blaze. Suffice. Certain as this. Each from the yoke the smoking steeds untied. To bid the sires with hoary honours crown'd. Proud Troy they hated.(198) O'er heaven's pure azure spreads her sacred light. And let the matrons hang with lights the towers. When not a breath disturbs the deep serene. . Fat sheep and oxen from the town are led. while distant lie our powers.Now through the circuit of our Ilion wall. and all-sustaining bread. As when the moon. The troops exulting sat in order round. Lest. refulgent lamp of night. rejoicing in the sight. So might my life and glory know no bound. like the sun renown'd! As the next dawn. With this keen javelin shall his breast be gored. O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed. I trust." The leader spoke. oh! might my days endure. the last they shall enjoy. and end the woes of Troy. The gods. shall give to Hector's hand From these detested foes to free the land. And prostrate heroes bleed around their lord. the rocks in prospect rise. Full hecatombs lay burning on the shore: The winds to heaven the curling vapours bore. then shall Hector and Tydides prove Whose fates are heaviest in the scales of Jove. these orders to obey. With generous wine. The insidious foe the naked town invade. and her guilty race. But soon as morning paints the fields of air. Who plough'd. Shall crush the Greeks. and bless the useful light. And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole. And beardless youths. Our common safety must be now the care. with fates averse. our battlements surround. To-morrow's light (O haste the glorious morn!) Shall see his bloody spoils in triumph borne. Like Pallas worshipp'd.

Sat on each face. Ulysses and Ajax are made choice of. thick flashes send. from Thracia's frozen shore. very moving and pressing speeches. The scene lies on the sea-shore. While fear. The king amidst the mournful circle rose: Down his wan cheek a briny torrent flows. and the troops betake themselves to sleep. . and Nestor seconds him. A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild. Loud neigh the coursers o'er their heaps of corn. who notwithstanding retains Phoenix in his tent. and the next following. A double tempest of the west and north Swells o'er the sea. and Nestor further prevails upon him to send ambassadors to Achilles. In sable streams soft-trickling waters shed. The ambassadors return unsuccessfully to the camp. And ardent warriors wait the rising morn. proposes to the Greeks to quit the siege. pale comrade of inglorious flight. and return to their country.The long reflections of the distant fires Gleam on the walls. Agamemnon. by fits. Heaps waves on waves. Superior sorrows swell'd his royal breast. And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field. But bid in whispers: these surround their chief. ARGUMENT. BOOK IX. in order to move him to a reconciliation. Himself his orders to the heralds bears. As from its cloudy dungeon issuing forth. the station of the Grecian ships. Diomed opposes this. from a rock's tall head. after the last day's defeat. Great Agamemnon grieved above the rest. each of them. and a council summoned to deliberate what measures are to be followed in this emergency. Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend. Whose umber'd arms. which is the twenty-seventh from the beginning of the poem. They make. and sadden'd every heart.(199) And heaven-bred horror.] THE SHIELD OF ACHILLES. who are accompanied by old Phoenix. THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES. This book. To bid to council all the Grecian peers. Agamemnon pursues this advice. He orders the guard to be strengthened. praising his wisdom and resolution. and bids the à gean roar: This way and that the boiling deeps are toss'd: Such various passions urged the troubled host. on the Grecian part. and tremble on the spires. Thus joyful Troy maintain'd the watch of night. In solemn sadness and majestic grief. take up the space of one night. So silent fountains. but are rejected with roughness by Achilles. [Illustration: THE SHIELD OF ACHILLES.

Go thou. mix'd with sighs." He said: deep silence held the Grecian band. Haste to the joys our native country yields. The gods have made thee but by halves a king: They gave thee sceptres. and thus begun: "When kings advise us to renounce our fame. Haste then. our people. Myself. So Jove decrees. Who shakes the feeble props of human trust. for ever quit these fatal fields. He spoke: the host in still attention heard:(200) "O truly great! in whom the gods have join'd Such strength of body with such force of mind: In conduct. Silent. God bade us fight. if all Greece retire. And if we fly. The laws of council bid my tongue be bold." He ceased. he stands. all your oars employ. With conquest honour'd and enrich'd with spoils: Now shameful flight alone can save the host. that would suggest Fears like his own to every Grecian breast? Confiding in our want of worth. till Troy or I expire. A pensive scene! till Tydeus' warlike son Roll'd on the king his eyes. A noble care the Grecians shall employ. inglorious! from the embattled plain. Wise Nestor then his reverend figure rear'd. Nor hope the fall of heaven-defended Troy. And voice to voice resounds Tydides' praise. will fight for fame. A safe return was promised to our toils. O chief! from whom our honours spring. conquer. and defame my might: Nor from a friend the unkind reproach appear'd. the Greeks loud acclamations raise. They gave dominion o'er the seas and land. Durst brand my courage. The gods. 'tis what our king commands. Thou first. Here Greece shall stay. prince! thy wrath withhold. and Sthenelus. you excel. and extirpate Troy. If I oppose thee. Spread all your canvas. and thou alone. and our glory lost. thus bursting from his breast: "Ye sons of Greece! partake your leader's care. The Greeks stood witness. First let him speak who first has suffer'd shame. in fields of fight. And heavenly oracles believed in vain. Ships thou hast store. To combat. and 'twas with God we came. or. almighty lord of all! Jove. Fellows in arms and princes of the war! Of partial Jove too justly we complain. Still first to act what you advise so well. all our army heard. Is this a general's voice. Words. Our wealth. at whose nod whole empires rise or fall. And towers and armies humbles to the dust.With more than vulgar grief he stood oppress'd. as in courage. The noblest power that might the world control They gave thee not--a brave and virtuous soul. Myself shall stay. . unmov'd in dire dismay they stand. and nearest to the main. and a wide command.

Then Nestor spoke. Thy high commands must spirit all our wars. in arms renown'd: Next him. that monster. Great is thy sway. a bold but prudent youth: And blame even kings with praise. to council call the old. Each seized a portion of the kingly feast." Thus spoke the hoary sage: the rest obey. The laws and sceptres to thy hand are given. Merion join. Ialmen. unmoved. Then let me add what yet remains behind. To-morrow. and lords of earth obey. and his kind destroy! This night. For happy counsels flow from sober feasts. who delights in war. Troy must flame. Convened the princes in his ample tent. Ascalaphus. "Monarch of nations! whose superior sway Assembled states. The double offspring of the warrior-god: Deipyrus. Wise. With Thracian wines recruit thy honour'd guests. and others man the wall. Applauding Greece with common voice approves. And Lycomed of Creon's noble line. The king of men. A thought unfinish'd in that generous mind. How near our fleet approach the Trojan fires! Who can. Some line the trench. behold the dreadful light? What eye beholds them. And such a monarch as can choose the best. refresh and fortify thy train. With thee my cares begin. weighty counsels aid a state distress'd. or offend the king: "Cursed is the man. on public counsels bent. Swift through the gates the guards direct their way. O king. And millions own the care of thee and Heaven. O king! the counsels of my age attend. But stay'd his hand when thirst and hunger ceased. for wisdom long approved. Whose lust is murder. or Greece must fall. Aphareus. The generous Thrasymed. and can close to-night? This dreadful interval determines all. Between the trench and wall let guards remain: Be that the duty of the young and bold. with thee must end. or private care. and weighty are thy cares. stood. The fires they light. Age bids me speak! nor shall the advice I bring Distaste the people.These wholesome counsels which thy wisdom moves. because with truth. But thou. and whose horrid joy. . See what a blaze from hostile tents aspires. Seven were the leaders of the nightly bands. To tear his country. His son was first to pass the lofty mound. Unfit for public rule. And each bold chief a hundred spears commands. to short repasts they fall. Kings thou canst blame. thus the council moved. That wretch. Unworthy property. and void of law and right. And slowly rising. unworthy light. And yet those years that since thy birth have run Would hardly style thee Nestor's youngest son.

And still victorious in the dusty course. Or yield to Helen's heavenly charms alone. durst dissuade. whom Jove still honours most. Briseis I resign. And solemn swear those charms were never mine. by men and gods admired: Now seek some means his fatal wrath to end. and make the wisdom thine. The wrathful chief and angry gods assuage. And each well worthy of a royal bed. And join'd with these the long-contested maid. Her let him choose whom most his eyes approve. Laodice and Iphigenia fair. nor has felt the flame. and faithful. At once my present judgment and my past.) Seven lovely captives of the Lesbian line. Bless'd in his love. If safe we land on Argos' fruitful shore.(203) And bright Chrysothemis with golden hair. Skill'd in each art. Twelve steeds unmatch'd in fleetness and in force. and witness what I vow. our honours share. whose unsullied frame Yet knows no office. To see no wholesome motion be withstood. If gifts immense his mighty soul can bow. That happy man.(201) Hear. Yet hear me further: when our wars are o'er. and himself a host. Is more than armies. With all her charms. (Rich were the man whose ample stores exceed The prizes purchased by their winged speed. and humbles all our bands. You wronged the man. not now conceived in haste. Nor. though a meaner give advice. But bold of soul.(202) These instant shall be his. with regard give ear. and I with reason own. And ratify the best for public good. The same I chose for more than vulgar charms. Pronounce with judgment. prince! it fits alike to speak and hear. repine. And with Orestes' self divide my care. Yet more--three daughters in my court are bred. all ye Greeks. When from Pelides' tent you forced the maid. to buy his friendship. when headlong fury fired. Ten weighty talents of the purest gold. "With justice hast thou shown A prince's faults. Untouch'd she stay'd. Such as himself will choose. Pure from my arms. who yield to none. There shall he live my son. Heaven fights his war. shall be paid. But follow it.Thee. . Fain would my heart. I first opposed. this wondrous hero stands. and if the powers Give to our arms proud Ilion's hostile towers. or with gifts to bend. uninjured she removes. Hear then a thought. With prayers to move him. full twenty nymphs of Trojan race With copious love shall crown his warm embrace. And twice ten vases of refulgent mould: Seven sacred tripods. unmatch'd in form divine. and guiltless of my loves. which err'd through frantic rage." To whom the king. When Lesbos sank beneath the hero's arms: All these. Then shall he store (when Greece the spoil divides) With gold and brass his loaded navy's sides: Besides.

Lives dark and dreadful in deep hell's abodes. Great Ajax next. Let chosen delegates this hour be sent (Myself will name them) to Pelides' tent. as the worst of gods Great though he be. Seven ample cities shall confess his sway. Bold are the men. his vengeance to control. Ã pea fair. Forbids to offend. And sure all this may move his mighty soul. instructs them to apply.] THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES. and more my sway. He said. Then from the royal tent they take their way. and generous is the soil. The rite perform'd. And mortals hate him. Who feels no mercy. Let Phoenix lead. And sacred Pedasus for vines renown'd. ruler of the seas profound. All this I give. . Since more than his my years. There shall he reign. and save the host. and hear the roar Of murmuring billows on the sounding shore. no reward for love: Myself will give the dower. Let Hodius and Eurybates attend. revered for hoary age. The heralds bring The cleansing water from the living spring. it fits him to obey. the grisly god. and Ithacus the sage. Much he advised them all. To deprecate the chief. And rule the tributary realms around. Through the still night they march. Cardamyle with ample turrets crown'd. so vast a store As never father gave a child before. and Pherae him obey. And large libations drench'd the sands around. and who hears no prayers. And rich Antheia with her flowery fields:(204) The whole extent to Pylos' sandy plain. Pluto. with power and justice crown'd. Yet more to sanctify the word you send.(205) and with purest hands. the pastures Hira yields. Ulysses most. who never spares.] PLUTO.I ask no presents. Him Enope. The youth with wine the sacred goblets crown'd. and all approved. To Neptune. and labouring oxen toil."(206) [Illustration: THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES. the chiefs their thirst allay. Along the verdant margin of the main There heifers graze. The reverend Nestor then: "Great Agamemnon! glorious king of men! Such are thy offers as a prince may take." [Illustration: PLUTO. And such as fits a generous king to make. Wise Nestor turns on each his careful eye. The monarch thus. Pray in deep silence. Now pray to Jove to grant what Greece demands.

and laid the harp aside. Unseen the Grecian embassy proceeds To his high tent. Achilles starting. their embassy to bless. Leap'd from his seat. and these thy friend. And calm the rage of stern à acides. And now. Placed in his tent. or urgent fear. the great Ulysses leads. Then each. attends the lofty strain: Full opposite he sat. "Health to Achilles! happy are thy guests! . His speech addressing to the godlike man. the godlike man they found. That done. The first fat offering to the immortals due. though Greeks! for not as foes ye came.Whose liquid arms the mighty globe surround. In silence waiting till he ceased the song.) With this he soothes his angry soul. Or strong necessity. Of polish'd silver was its costly frame. Himself. and thus begun: "Princes. The parts transfixes. The tent is brighten'd with the rising blaze: Then. opposed to Ulysses full in sight. all hail! whatever brought you here. and orders every rite. Thy friend most honours these. Which flesh of porker. crown a larger bowl. Of all the warriors yonder host can send. Achilles at the genial feast presides. Then thus--"Patroclus. sheep. He strows a bed of glowing embers wide. Ulysses crown'd with wine The foaming bowl. and goat contains. where on the sandy bay The Myrmidonian tents and vessels lay. They pour forth vows. to Phoenix Ajax gave the sign: Not unperceived. With bread the glittering canisters they load. and with skill divides. Amidst the greedy flames Patroclus threw. when the languid flames at length subside. Patroclus only of the royal train. and sings The immortal deeds of heroes and of kings. His thirst and hunger soberly repress'd. and instant thus began." He said: Patroclus o'er the blazing fire Heaps in a brazen vase three chines entire: The brazen vase Automedon sustains. Meanwhile Patroclus sweats. With like surprise arose Menoetius' son: Pelides grasp'd their hands. and open every soul. and listen'd long. arrived. as the chiefs he spied. Pleased with the solemn harp's harmonious sound. Mix purer wine. indulging in the social feast. (The well wrought harp from conquered Thebae came. Above the coals the smoking fragments turns And sprinkles sacred salt from lifted urns. Welcome. the fire to raise. To me more dear than all that bear the name. the chiefs beneath his roof he led. Amused at ease. Which round the board Menoetius' son bestow'd. And placed in seats with purple carpets spread." With that. Each portion parts.

That heart shall melt. If thou wilt yield to great Atrides' prayers. What scenes of slaughter in yon fields appear! The dead we mourn. an exhaustless store. Agamemnon's regal tent affords. whose unsullied frame Yet knows no office. and stop the course of Fate. To save thy Greeks. Achilles: oh return. thy cares engage To calm thy passions. Skill'd in each art. If not--but hear me. that courage rise in vain: Regard in time. . But greater cares sit heavy on our souls. (Rich were the man. and be truly brave. while I number o'er The proffer'd presents. these accents were his last: "'My child! with strength. If in that heart or grief or courage lies. Theirs are his omens. And point at every ship their vengeful flame! For them the father of the gods declares. Greece on the brink of fate all doubtful stands. and for the living fear. Ten weighty talents of the purest gold. See. Ah! check thy anger. Heavens! how my country's woes distract my mind. gods! our heads inglorious lay In Trojan dust. And shun contention. with glory. when. and all the Grecian name. Rise to redeem. That young and old may in thy praise combine. and this the fatal day? Return. The virtues of humanity be thine--' This now-despised advice thy father gave. ah.) Seven lovely captives of the Lesbian line. Gifts worthy thee his royal hand prepares. What fury in his breast. Thy arms may Juno and Minerva bless! Trust that to Heaven: but thou. to sink in flame The ships. Nor eased by banquets or by flowing bowls. rise! The day may come. all our warriors slain. the Greeks. And twice ten vases of refulgent mould. and his thunder theirs. full of Jove. what lightning in his eyes! He waits but for the morn. Seven sacred tripods. and success. nor has felt the flame. Lest Fate accomplish all his rage design'd! And must we. Twelve steeds unmatched in fleetness and in force. The same he chose for more than vulgar charms. O prince divinely brave! Those wholesome counsels which thy father gave. the sure source of woe. Their threatening tents already shade our wall: Hear how with shouts their conquest they proclaim.Not those more honour'd whom Atrides feasts: Though generous plenty crown thy loaded boards. That. unmatch'd in form divine. And still victorious in the dusty course. yet to conquer. whose ample stores exceed The prizes purchased by their winged speed. avenging Hector rise! See! heaven and earth the raging chief defies. When Peleus in his aged arms embraced His parting son. though late. and subdue thy rage: From gentler manners let thy glory grow. And owns no help but from thy saving hands: Troy and her aids for ready vengeance call.

amongst her guardian gods. and labouring oxen toil. Cardamyle with ample turrets crown'd. the long-contested maid. And only triumphs to deserve thy hands. relentless. And each well worthy of a royal bed: Laodice and Iphigenia fair. With all her charms. Proud Hector. Let Greece then know. with power and justice crown'd. Who dares think one thing. And with Orestes' self divide his care. the unequal fight demands. And bright Chrysothemis with golden hair: Her shalt thou wed whom most thy eyes approve. and the voice of fame: For now that chief. And rule the tributary realms around. Bold are the men. and another tell. who yield to none. and my deeds make good. Such as thyself shall chose. And sacred Pedasus. join'd with these. that knows nor art nor fear. My tongue shall utter. Besides. Or yield to Helen's heavenly charms alone. and guiltless of his loves. and generous is the soil. full twenty nymphs of Trojan race With copious love shall crown thy warm embrace. to buy thy friendship shall be paid. And. If no regard thy suffering country claim. Such are the proffers which this day we bring. If honour and if interest plead in vain. My heart detests him as the gates of hell. Seven ample cities shall confess thy sway. his honour share. He asks no presents. And solemn swear those charms were only thine. There shalt thou reign. Such the repentance of a suppliant king. and if the powers Give to our arms proud Ilion's hostile towers. These instant shall be thine. There shalt thou live his son. Yet some redress to suppliant Greece afford. now. There heifers graze. Hear thy own glory. so vast a store As never father gave a child before. thou disdain. If safe we land on Argos' fruitful shore. Yet more--three daughters in his court are bred. What in my secret soul is understood. And rich Antheia with her flowery fields. The Enope and Pherae thee obey. for vines renown'd: Ã pea fair. Briseis he'll resign. hear A faithful speech.When Lesbos sank beneath thy conquering arms. Then shalt thou store (when Greece the spoil divides) With gold and brass thy loaded navy's sides. Pure from his arms. and whole hosts retire. . All these. my purpose I retain: Nor with new treaties vex my peace in vain. Yet hear me further: when our wars are o'er. And be. Along the verdant margin of the main. Untouch'd she stay'd. uninjured she removes. The whole extent to Pylos' sandy plain. whose unresisted ire Made nations tremble. But if all this. adored." Then thus the goddess-born: "Ulysses. no reward for love: Himself will give the dower. the pastures Hira yields.

of Greece to Troy? What to these shores the assembled nations draws. then. Her wives. long perils in their cause I bore. a like reward we claim. Nor did my fair one less distinction claim. He tried it once. Your king. lo! what fruit remains? As the bold bird her helpless young attends. But now those ancient enmities are o'er. Wrong'd in my love. Long sleepless nights in heavy arms I stood. And with the untasted food supplies her care: For thankless Greece such hardships have I braved. by my labours saved. of all his train. and scarce was saved by fate. And every prince enjoys the gift he made: I only must refund. all proffers I disdain. or who bravely dies. himself the rest. What needs he the defence this arm can make? Has he not walls no human force can shake? Has he not fenced his guarded navy round With piles. To-morrow we the favouring gods implore. I trust not kings again. her infants. to every prince was paid. let him (as he may) enjoy. Slave as she was. and from want defends. Then shall you see our parting vessels crown'd. In search of prey she wings the spacious air. But what's the quarrel. my soul adored the dame. Sure every wise and worthy man will love. too. all my glorious pains. Your mighty monarch these in peace possess'd."Then thus in short my fix'd resolves attend. Some present. with ramparts. And hear with oars the Hellespont resound. Who yields ignobly. Ulysses. Long toils. Deceived for once. What calls for vengeance but a woman's cause? Are fair endowments and a beauteous face Beloved by none but those of Atreus' race? The wife whom choice and passion doth approve. and the spoils I made. But now the unfruitful glories charm no more. The wretch and hero find their prize the same. and a trench profound? And will not these (the wonders he has done) Repel the rage of Priam's single son? There was a time ('twas when for Greece I fought) When Hector's prowess no such wonders wrought.(207) And twelve lay smoking on the Trojan plain: Then at Atrides' haughty feet were laid The wealth I gathered. He kept the verge of Troy. I sack'd twelve ample cities on the main. may consult with you. A life of labours. See what pre-eminence our merits gain! My spoil alone his greedy soul delights: My spouse alone must bless his lustful nights: The woman. Which nor Atrides nor his Greeks can bend. . From danger guards them. nor dared to wait Achilles' fury at the Scaean gate. Of all my dangers. And sweat laborious days in dust and blood. Ye have my answer--what remains to do. Alike regretted in the dust he lies. Some few my soldiers had. Fight or not fight.

Atrides' daughter never shall be led (An ill-match'd consort) to Achilles' bed. And meditates new cheats on all his slaves.The third day hence shall Pthia greet our sails. Then tell him: loud. Pthia to her Achilles shall restore The wealth he left for this detested shore: Thither the spoils of this long war shall pass. in peace and pride of sway.) Tell him. There. 'Tis he that offers. Nor share his council. And pours her heroes through a hundred gates. . whom Jove deprives Of sense and justice. and I scorn them all. Though shameless as he is. And that resumed--the fair Lyrnessian slave. The ruddy gold. And vied with Pallas in the works of art. Can bribe the poor possession of a day! Lost herds and treasures we by arms regain. all commerce I decline. And steeds unrivall'd on the dusty plain: But from our lips the vital spirit fled. No--let the stupid prince. the steel. For once deceiv'd. mankind he braves. I hate alliance with a tyrant's race. Not though he proffer'd all himself possess'd. all terms. that all the Greeks may hear. was his. Enjoy the dear prerogative of life. but twice were mine. in number more Than dust in fields. Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold. deaf for ever to the martial strife. run where frenzy drives. Like golden Venus though she charm'd the heart. Should all these offers for my friendship call. Bless'd in kind love. to face these eyes Is what he dares not: if he dares he dies. nor his battle join. Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold.(208) If mighty Neptune send propitious gales. And all his rapine could from others wrest: Not all the golden tides of wealth that crown The many-peopled Orchomenian town. And learn to scorn the wretch they basely fear. and shining brass: My beauteous captives thither I'll convey. If heaven restore me to my realms with life. The world's great empress on the Egyptian plain (That spreads her conquests o'er a thousand states. And kings that sue to mix their blood with mine. And all that rests of my unravish'd prey.(209) Not all proud Thebes' unrivall'd walls contain. Or Troy once held. Two hundred horsemen and two hundred cars From each wide portal issuing to the wars). His gifts are hateful: kings of such a kind Stand but as slaves before a noble mind. my years shall glide away. My fates long since by Thetis were disclosed. Content with just hereditary sway. Returns no more to wake the silent dead.(210) Though bribes were heap'd on bribes. Thessalian nymphs there are of form divine. Some greater Greek let those high nuptials grace. (For arm'd in impudence. One only valued gift your tyrant gave. or sands along the shore. The reverend Peleus shall elect my wife.

When Greece of old beheld my youthful flames (Delightful Greece. restore The bloom I boasted. and the port I bore." [Illustration: GREEK GALLEY. our fleets on fire? If wrath so dreadful fill thy ruthless mind.] PROSERPINE. the land of lovely dames). To save the ships. that breathed my life.And each alternate. when from Pthia's coast He sent thee early to the Achaian host. Never. Attend the stern reply. in consternation drown'd. His age be sacred. Jove's arm display'd asserts her from the skies! Her hearts are strengthen'd. before the Trojan town. Not though the god. ah. I quit immortal praise For years on years. Let all your forces. but deathless my renown: If I return. though late. and his will be free. And new to perils of the direful field: He bade me teach thee all the ways of war. To shine in councils. But whether he remain or sail with me. Bid all your counsels. Thy youth as then in sage debates unskill'd. Go then to Greece. I tried what youth could do (at her desire) . and in camps to dare. One stratagem has fail'd. Convinced. I find my fond mistake.] GREEK GALLEY. adored a stranger's charms. My father faithless to my mother's arms. Achilles is unconquer'd still. To quit these shores. thy Phoenix. report our fix'd design. from fire. And warn the Greeks the wiser choice to make. if I stay. all your armies join. "Divine Achilles! wilt thou then retire. Then Phoenix rose. The son of Peleus ceased: the chiefs around In silence wrapt. And leave our hosts in blood. proposed. and others will: Ye find. the chiefs. Old as he was.) And while the fate of suffering Greece he mourn'd. never let me leave thy side! No time shall part us. all your arts conspire. stay behind? The royal Peleus. (Down his white beard a stream of sorrow flows. and no fate divide. [Illustration: PROSERPINE. Go then--digest my message as ye may-But here this night let reverend Phoenix stay: His tedious toils and hoary hairs demand A peaceful death in Pthia's friendly land. their native seats enjoy. Short is my date. Nor hope the fall of heaven-defended Troy. and her glories rise. Here. the troops. and long-extended days. life or fame. With accent weak these tender words return'd. How shall thy friend.

On fat of rams. Offending man their high compassion wins. And ruthless Proserpine. For him they mediate to the throne above When man rejects the humble suit they make. but a hero gave. Your sire received me. While Prayers. move slow behind. favour'd by the night. Lame are their feet. Due honours calm the fierce. Still in my arms (an ever-pleasing load) Or at my knee. Strong guards they placed. with draughts of fragrant wine. O let not headlong passion bear the sway These reconciling goddesses obey Due honours to the seed of Jove belong. unseen of all: And. With gifts enrich'd. the vengeful fiends below. The tender labours. erect. They daily feast. The tenth. and watch'd nine nights entire. Sweeps the wide earth. Then meditate my flight: my friends in vain With prayers entreat me. And early wisdom to thy soul convey'd: Great as thou art. of celestial race. . From Jove commission'd. to heal her wrongs. and with possessions bless'd. black bulls. In Phthia's court at last my labours end. and wrinkled is their face. And promised comfort to my silver hairs. where injustice flies. I forced the gates. and with dejected eyes. and unconfined. The sire revenges for the daughters' sake. the compliant cares. my lessons made thee brave: A child I took thee. And cries. No food was grateful but from Phoenix' hand. Who hears these daughters of almighty Jove. And daily prayers atone for daily sins. A cruel heart ill suits a manly mind: The gods (the only great. and tramples o'er mankind. Now be thy rage. by Phoenix wouldst thou stand. and with force detain. The strong Dolopians thenceforth own'd my reign. By love to thee his bounties I repaid. fierce injustice then Descends to punish unrelenting men. as his son caress'd. Thy infant breast a like affection show'd. thy fatal rage.' Infernal Jove. The roofs and porches flamed with constant fire. And Phoenix felt a father's joys in thee: Thy growing virtues justified my cares. and only wise) Are moved by offerings. And all the coast that runs along the main.To win the damsel. and prevent my sire. resign'd. and sacrifice. and brawny swine. and bend the strong.(211) I pass my watchings o'er thy helpless years. vows. My travels thence through spacious Greece extend. Despair and grief distract my labouring mind! Gods! what a crime my impious heart design'd! I thought (but some kind god that thought suppress'd) To plunge the poniard in my father's breast. Prayers are Jove's daughters. With humble mien. Constant they follow. 'Ye furies! barren be his bed. My sire with curses loads my hated head. Injustice swift. o'erleap'd the wall. The gods (I thought) reversed their hard decree. confirm'd his vow.

a chosen band. Besought the chief to save the sinking state: Their prayers were urgent. his friends before him fall: He stands relentless. a name to show The father's grief. their sorrows to proclaim. for his spoils. Althaea. But found no peace from fierce Althaea's hate: Althaea's hate the unhappy warrior drew. a new debate arose. A great example drawn from times of old. But since what honour asks the general sends. Whose luckless hand his royal uncle slew. In vain à tolia her deliverer waits. From Cleopatra changed their daughter's name. While Meleager's thundering arm prevail'd: Till rage at length inflamed his lofty breast (For rage invades the wisest and the best). On OEneus fields she sent a monstrous boar. and what their praise. and sue in vain! Let me (my son) an ancient fact unfold. The neighbour nations thence commencing foes. Then. Nor Greece nor all her fortunes should engage Thy friend to plead against so just a rage. more than man in war: The god of day adored the mother's charms. To guard it those. came. "Where Calydon on rocky mountains stands(212) Once fought the à tolian and Curetian bands. Hell heard her curses from the realms profound. Half pasture green.Were these not paid thee by the terms we bring. and their proffers great: (Full fifty acres of the richest ground. (She from Marpessa sprung. and thunders at her gates. Strong as they were. And in his wife's embrace forgets the fields. the bold Curetes fail'd. And call'd Alcyone. these advance. and whole forests tore: This beast (when many a chief his tusks had slain) Great Meleager stretch'd along the plain. and call'd the powers beneath On her own son to wreak her brother's death. And the red fiends that walk the nightly round. Against the god the father bent his arms: The afflicted pair. divinely fair. The silver Cynthia bade contention rise.) To her the chief retired from stern debate. and rejects them all. even the vengeful dame. In vengeance of neglected sacrifice. aged OEneus. sues. and half with vineyards crown'd:) His suppliant father. . And sends by those whom most thy heart commends. to conquer. Priests of the gods. Hear what our fathers were. And mutual deaths were dealt with mutual chance. That levell'd harvests. War shakes her walls. She beat the ground. His sisters follow'd. The best and noblest of the Grecian train. She sent ambassadors. the mourning mother's woe. Who conquer'd their revenge in former days. Were rage still harbour'd in the haughty king. "Cursed by Althaea. Permit not these to sue. to his wrath he yields. And matchless Idas. and elders of the land.

. no such gifts demands. my honours. And gifts can conquer every soul but thine.(213) The gods that unrelenting breast have steel'd. And cursed thee with a mind that cannot yield. believe me. Nor stay till yonder fleets ascend in fire. The price of blood discharged. and he saved. And thus. now took their turn. For him these sorrows? for my mortal foe? A generous friendship no cold medium knows. and my reverend guide: Thy friend. She paints the horrors of a conquer'd town. his words we must relate. that iron heart retains Its stubborn purpose. 'tis a generous part. and supplicating tears. Yet hear one word. The walls are scaled. and his will confines. Rest undetermined till the dawning day. the palaces o'erthrown. Let these return: our voyage. The à tolians. Proud as he is. to Ulysses spoke: "Hence let us go--why waste we time in vain? See what effect our low submissions gain! Liked or not liked. Learn hence. One should our interests and our passions be. and his friends disdains. stern Ajax his long silence broke. he vanquish'd. or our stay." Thus he: the stern Achilles thus replied: "My second father. The heroes slain. and to thy guests be kind. Revere thy roof. draw thy conquering sword. And left the chief their broken faith to mourn. Stern and unpitying! if a brother bleed. then order'd for the sage's bed A warmer couch with numerous carpets spread.Meanwhile the victor's shouts ascend the skies. with one resentment glows. His pleasure guides me. With piercing cries. And here I stay (if such his high behest) While life's warm spirit beats within my breast. On just atonement. and my heart. the murderer lives: The haughtiest hearts at length their rage resign." He ceased. Achilles! be of better mind. the whole race enslaved: The warrior heard. With that. betimes to curb pernicious ire. A sire the slaughter of his son forgives. And know the men of all the Grecian host. and favours my designs. and our heroes wait. and of equal charms. Burns with one love. Do this. Then hear. And asks no honours from a mortal's hands. And be amongst our guardian gods adored. seven are offer'd. we remit the deed. the rolling flames arise. long disdain'd. And share my realms. At length his wife (a form divine) appears. One woman-slave was ravish'd from thy arms: Lo. impatient. Accept the presents. My friend must hate the man that injures me. and lodge it in thy heart: No more molest me on Atrides' part: Is it for him these tears are taught to flow. Jove honours me. my Phoenix. The matrons ravish'd. The Greeks expect them.

each prince a double goblet crown'd. The glorious combat is no more my care. Achilles slept. Beneath his oars the whitening billows fly. but left to Greece and thee. Your eyes shall view. These sacred heralds and great Ajax heard. or must our navy fall?" "Great king of nations! (Ithacus replied) Fix'd is his wrath. The peers and leaders of the Achaian bands Hail'd their return: Atrides first begun: "Say what success? divine Laertes' son! Achilles' high resolves declare to all: "Returns the chief. Safe to transport him to his native plains When morning dawns. and thy people's guide! (To Ajax thus the first of Greeks replied) Well hast thou spoke. Not till. Pass'd through the hosts. . and my soul's on flame: 'Tis just resentment. For Jove o'ershades her with his arm divine. Just there. Consume your vessels. Not till the flames. And. The blood of Greeks shall dye the sable main. The chiefs return. And now the elected chiefs whom Greece had sent. Last. heroes! and our answer bear.Who honour worth. through the gloomy shades. when morning paints the sky. and approach my own." This said. Meantime Achilles' slaves prepared a bed. and there feel our hand. dishonour'd. With fleeces. Then to their vessels. with fiercer fury burns. then. divine Ulysses leads. Inspires her war. Whose nightly joys the beauteous Iphis shared. Us too he bids our oars and sails employ. carpets. thy proposals scorns. but at the tyrant's name My rage rekindles. like the vilest slave! Return. Such was his word: what further he declared. and prize thy valour most. And cast a large libation on the ground. But Phoenix in his tent the chief retains. an ampler space. and soft linen spread: There. and reach'd the royal tent. To save our army. with goblets in their hands. Is not his care. Then rising all." "O soul of battles. amidst yon sinking navy slain. and bids her glory shine. Achilles to his friend consign'd her charms When Scyros fell before his conquering arms. He slights thy friendship. But in his inner tent. thus implored. the impetuous homicide shall stand. and becomes the brave: Disgraced. Nor hope the fall of heaven-protected Troy. There cease his battle. till the sacred morn restored the day. In slumber sweet the reverend Phoenix lay. and in his warm embrace Fair Diomede of the Lesbian race. by Hector's fury thrown. unconquer'd is his pride. if other he decree. for Patroclus was the couch prepared. and our fleets to free.

" Shouts of acclaim the listening heroes raise. BOOK X. In their passage they surprise Dolon." Ulysses ceased: the great Achaian host. ARGUMENT. as in high command. whom Hector had sent on a like design to the camp of the Grecians. Our battles let him or desert or aid. The first in danger. kill Rhesus. and undaunted spoke. Then each to Heaven the due libations pays. descending o'er the tents. bestows The grateful blessings of desired repose. a long-extended line: In the dread front let great Atrides stand. with several of his officers. Upon the refusal of Achilles to return to the army. Be the fierce impulse of his rage obey'd. He takes no rest that night."(214) [Illustration: ACHILLES. THE NIGHT-ADVENTURE OF DIOMED AND ULYSSES. And prayers will burst that swelling heart with pride. They call a council of war. And those are owed to generous wine and food. This night. Or strive with prayers his haughty soul to bend? His country's woes he glories to deride. From him they are informed of the situation of the Trojan and auxiliary forces.) But when the rosy messenger of day Strikes the blue mountains with her golden ray. and discover their intentions.] ACHILLES. and his choice is free. Diomed undertakes this hazardous enterprise. and seize the famous horses of that prince. and the Thracians who were lately arrived. or to Heaven commit: What for ourselves we can. Till sleep. They pass on with success. Nestor. let all our squadrons shine In flaming arms. . and contriving all possible methods for the public safety. "Why should we gifts to proud Achilles send. Menelaus. let due repast refresh our powers. Ulysses. but passes through the camp. is always ours. Tydides broke The general silence. to his madness. Ranged at the ships. the distress of Agamemnon is described in the most lively manner. and particularly of Rhesus. and determine to send scouts into the enemies' camp. and Diomed are employed in raising the rest of the captains. awaking the leaders. and makes choice of Ulysses for his companion. Then let him arm when Jove or he think fit: That. With sorrow seized. in consternation lost. to learn their posture. with which they return in triumph to the camp.His age is sacred. Attend the stern reply. (For strength consists in spirits and in blood.

To try yon camp. the Spartan thus begun: "Why puts my brother his bright armour on? Sends he some spy. and first he cast his mantle round. Alike denied the gifts of soft repose. And sues to him that ever lives above: Inly he groans. Next on his feet the shining sandals bound. amidst these silent hours. What eye has witness'd. to debate What yet remains to save the afflicted state. And lost in sleep the labours of the day: All but the king: with various thoughts oppress'd. Already waked. or weighty shower. what hero shall sustain that task? Such bold exploits uncommon courage ask. alone. A lion's yellow spoils his back conceal'd. But asks high wisdom. through night's dark shade to go. As when by lightnings Jove's ethereal power Foretels the rattling hail.(215) His country's cares lay rolling in his breast. is now no easy part. With him. For Jove. By fits one flash succeeds as one expires. Now o'er the fields. And midst a hostile camp explore the foe. or what ear believed. He rends his hair. No vulgar counsel our affairs demand. dejected. . deep design.The same night continues. Greece to preserve. Atrides he descried. And heaven flames thick with momentary fires: So bursting frequent from Atrides' breast. while glory and despair Divide his heart. and wage a double war. press'd with equal woes. Laments for Greece. His warlike hand a pointed javelin held. In one great day. Or bids the brazen throat of war to roar. Anxious he sorrows for the endangered host. by one great arm achieved. All night the chiefs before their vessels lay. And bows his head to Hector's sacrifice. that in his cause before So much had suffer'd and must suffer more. And marks distinct the voices of the foe." To whom the king: "In such distress we stand. His armour buckling at his vessel's side. Sighs following sighs his inward fears confess'd. in wholesome counsels. A leopard's spotted hide his shoulders spread: A brazen helmet glitter'd on his head: Thus (with a javelin in his hand) he went To wake Atrides in the royal tent. Hears in the passing wind their music blow. To seek sage Nestor now the chief resolves. He rose. and watch the Trojan powers? But say. Now looking backwards to the fleet and coast. Or sends soft snows to whiten all the shore. Guideless. Joyful they met. A thousand cares his labouring breast revolves. he surveys From thousand Trojan fires the mounting blaze. in sacrifice to Jove. Meanwhile his brother. our humble prayer denies. the scene lies in the two camps. and art. averse.

Confused.") To whom the Spartan: "These thy orders borne. (the king of men replied.Such wondrous deeds as Hector's hand has done. The paths so many. (Since cares. With fears distracted. And woes. old in arms. as Greeks unborn shall tell. And when Jove gave us life. here the wretched Agamemnon stands. And all my people's miseries are mine. that only with his life shall end! Scarce can my knees these trembling limbs sustain. speak. And curse the battle where their fathers fell. Still.) Pride of the Greeks. with your voice the slothful soldiers raise. The shining helmet. . thus range the camp alone. and sad. Forget we now our state and lofty birth. disdain'd the peace of age. While others sleep. deprive thy soul of rest. that on designs unknown. The unhappy general of the Grecian bands. To labour is the lot of man below. Then. That.) Else may we miss to meet. Yet such his acts. Not titles here. The hoary monarch raised his eyes and said: "What art thou. and the pointed spears. And scarce my heart support its load of pain. shall I stay." "O son of Neleus. but works. Urge by their fathers' fame their future praise. Ourself to hoary Nestor will repair. Whom Jove decrees with daily cares to bend. The sage protector of the Greeks he found Stretch'd in his bed with all his arms around The various-colour'd scarf. (For Nestor's influence best that quarter guides. I wander thus alone. and glory of thy kind! Lo. There call great Ajax. and of no goddess born. must prove our worth. Say. No taste of sleep these heavy eyes have known. the shield he rears. and the camp so wide. with no fix'd design. o'er the watch presides. leaning on his hand his watchful head. and assist thy friend. and the prince of Crete. Now let us jointly to the trench descend. Whose son with Merion. If aught of use thy waking thoughts suggest. And we beheld.) Impart thy counsel. Seek'st thou some friend or nightly sentinel? Stand off. To keep the guards on duty be his care. "Now speed thy hasty course along the fleet." This said. (thus the king rejoin'd. approach not. like mine. he gave us woe. Tired with the toils of day and watch of night. without a guide. or with despatch return?" "There shall thou stay. At every gate the fainting guard excite. each parted to his several cares: The king to Nestor's sable ship repairs. but thy purpose tell. Else may the sudden foe our works invade. The dreadful weapons of the warrior's rage. the last revolving sun What honours the beloved of Jove adorn! Sprung from no god.

return'd. Awakes. Oileus famed for speed.(216) To rouse the Spartan I myself decree. remotest of the fleet. Stopp'd at Ulysses' tent. The shining greaves his manly legs enclose. Claims all our hearts." With that. Dear as he is to us. and follow'd through the field. To those tall ships. Whatever counsels can inspire our thought. Where lie great Ajax and the king of Crete. and what woes remain! Lo. already at his call. starts up. Diomed. Whatever methods. Prepare to meet us near the navy-wall. . The care is next our other chiefs to raise: Ulysses. "What new distress. Preventing every part perform'd by you. And the wise counsels of the eternal mind! Audacious Hector. Warm with the softest wool. but bears a valiant mind. For strong necessity our toils demands." To whom the king: "With reverence we allow Thy just rebukes. yet learn to spare them now: My generous brother is of gentle kind. The camp he traversed through the sleeping crowd. His purple mantle golden buckles join'd." To him thus Nestor: "Trust the powers above. and favour'd by the gloomy shade. and sought my tent. and issues from his tent. Meges for strength. our chosen council waits. Nor think proud Hector's hopes confirm'd by Jove: How ill agree the views of vain mankind. Long ere the rest he rose. Assembling there.So near. he snatch'd in haste His steely lance. Then rushing from his tent. between the trench and gates. that lighten'd as he pass'd. All. we chiefly need. Ulysses. For great examples justify command. What toils attend thee. the venerable warrior rose. our ills industrious to prevent. what sudden cause of fright. Some other be despatch'd of nimbler feet. Through too much deference to our sovereign sway. faithful Nestor thy command obeys. The chiefs you named. all depend on this important night!" He heard. Near the night-guards. Content to follow when we lead the way: But now. Then join'd the chiefs. sudden as the voice was sent." "Then none (said Nestor) shall his rule withstand. if the gods ordain That great Achilles rise and rage again. and took his painted shield. He seems remiss. and call'd aloud. be now thy wisdom tried: Whatever means of safety can be sought. and dear to thee. or to fly or fight. Thus leads you wandering in the silent night?" "O prudent chief! (the Pylian sage replied) Wise as thou art. and doubly lined. and urges all our hands. that claims no share With his great brother in his martial care: Him it behoved to every chief to sue. Yet must I tax his sloth.

if my years thy kind regard engage. and strode along. Succeed to these my cares.Without his tent.) generous is thy care. (he answered. Loud. Nestor with joy the wakeful band survey'd. Meges the bold. with his foot. that. my subjects and my sons might bear. and rouse the rest. Shot from their flashing points a quivering light. He serves me most. who serves his country best. each in arms prepared: The unwearied watch their listening leaders keep. that to his ankles hung. Then seized his ponderous lance. Springs from the mountains toward the guarded fold: Through breaking woods her rustling course they hear. His head reclining on his bossy shield. bold Diomed they found. A bull's black hide composed the hero's bed. Stands on the sharpest edge of death or life: Yet. Each single Greek. A splendid carpet roll'd beneath his head. soft slumber from his eyelids fled. old Nestor gently shakes The slumbering chief. Let younger Greeks our sleeping warriors wake. "'Tis well. no moment must be lost. and turn to every sound. the clamours strike their ear Of hounds and men: they start. repel invading sleep. and shades our walls below?" At this. son of Tydeus! to the brave and strong Rest seems inglorious. And now the chiefs approach the nightly guard. couching close. cautious of surprise. All sheathed in arms. The warrior saw the hoary chief. With toil protected from the prowling train. and to the entrenchments lead. A wood of spears stood by. my sons! your nightly cares employ. So faithful dogs their fleecy charge maintain. in this conclusive strife. And thus accosted through the gloomy shade. No hour must pass. each motion. But sleep'st thou now. And hostile Troy was ever full in sight." This said. and said: "Wondrous old man! whose soul no respite knows." "My friend. Watch every side. when from yon hill the foe Hangs o'er the fleet. The warrior roused. drew their ears and eyes: Each step of passing feet increased the affright. When the gaunt lioness. and the night too long. Then. . fix'd upright. And. extended on the field. These toils. with Ajax famed for speed. A wakeful squadron. his brave companions round: Each sunk in sleep. Though years and honours bid thee seek repose. with hunger bold. and more loud. Ill fits thy age these toils to undertake. the hero o'er his shoulders flung A lion's spoils. they gaze around. Employ thy youth as I employ my age. Each voice. Thus watch'd the Grecians. and in these words awakes: "Rise. Their loyal thoughts and pious love conspire To ease a sovereign and relieve a sire: But now the last despair surrounds our host.

Through yon black camps to bend my dangerous way. Watch thus. The Spartan wish'd the second place to gain. and great discoveries made. To birth. And one brave hero fans another's fire." The hero said. And his the foremost honours of the feast. With each a sable lambkin by her side. Bold Merion strove. and his country save? Lives there a man. nor wish'd in vain. The wise new prudence from the wise acquire. Their speech. To raise my hopes. or men have tongues to praise! What gifts his grateful country would bestow! What must not Greece to her deliverer owe? A sable ewe each leader should provide. no respect be paid. Just be thy choice. What fame were his through all succeeding days. and I obey. and designs to hear? If to besiege our navies they prepare. The trenches pass'd. . By mutual confidence and mutual aid." Contending leaders at the word arose. When night descending. And pass unharm'd the dangers of the night. But let some other chosen warrior join. yet undefiled with gore. Great deeds are done. without affection made. untaught to fear. and Nestor's valiant heir. Undaunted Diomed! what chief to join In this great enterprise. At every rite his share should be increased. Or Troy once more must be the seat of war? This could he learn. march'd behind (For these the princes to their council join'd). who singly dares to go To yonder camp. Then thus the king of men the contest ends: "Thou first of warriors. And great Ulysses wish'd. His son. the assembled kings around In silent state the consistory crown'd. Tydides spoke--"The man you seek is here. While Phoebus shines. and godlike Merion." Fear held them mute: alone. And inly trembled for his brother's sake. Then o'er the trench the following chieftains led. Each generous breast with emulation glows. Let worth determine here. and to our peers recite. The council opening. is only thine. And all his progress mark'd by heaps of dead:) There sat the mournful kings: when Neleus' son. So brave a task each Ajax strove to share. and thou best of friends. from his vengeful hand Reprieved the relics of the Grecian band: (The plain beside with mangled corps was spread. or office. their counsels." The monarch spake. and Greece shall live. or seize some straggling foe? Or favour'd by the night approach so near. The spot where Hector stopp'd his rage before. His life to hazard.Else must our host become the scorn of Troy. A place there was. and second my design. Some god within commands. in these words begun: "Is there (said he) a chief so greatly brave.

Soft wool within. And now Ulysses' thoughtful temples press'd. the pledge of social ties. By the shrill clang and whistling wings they knew. In arms terrific their huge limbs they dress'd. to Tydides gave: Then in a leathern helm he cased his head. Meriones. or to blame: Praise from a friend. though surrounding shades obscured their view. The stars shine fainter on the ethereal plains. from him the prize Molus received. Next him Ulysses took a shining sword. or censure from a foe. As from the right she soar'd. Safe by thy succour to our ships convey'd. with bright arrows stored: A well-proved casque. and with no plume o'erspread: (Such as by youths unused to arms are worn:) No spoils enrich it. while great Ulysses stands To lend his counsels and assist our hands? A chief. A long-wing'd heron great Minerva sent: This. Are lost on hearers that our merits know. This from Amyntor. And of night's empire but a third remains. The helmet next by Merion was possess'd." Then godlike Diomed preferr'd his prayer: "Daughter of Jove. before these chiefs of fame. Hail'd the glad omen. Short of its crest. Thus sheathed in arms. How can I doubt. Great queen of arms. A two-edged falchion Thrasymed the brave. Ulysses pray'd. all my toils survey! Safe may we pass beneath the gloomy shade. A bow and quiver."Then thus (the godlike Diomed rejoin'd) My choice declares the impulse of my mind.(217) A boar's white teeth grinn'd horrid o'er his head. And let some deed this signal night adorn. unconquer'd Pallas! hear. Autolycus by fraudful rapine won. and address'd the maid: "O daughter of that god whose arm can wield The avenging bolt. the council they forsake. and no studs adorn. And gave Amphidamas. And dark through paths oblique their progress take. without. . So famed." Thus having spoke. whose favour Tydeus won.) to praise me. The reddening orient shows the coming day. in the works of war: Bless'd in his conduct. with leather braces bound." "It fits thee not. whose safety is Minerva's care. Just then. To claim the tears of Trojans yet unborn. and shake the dreadful shield! O thou! for ever present in my way. And ample buckler. (Replied the sage. with generous ardour press'd. Wisdom like his might pass through flames of fire. Who all my motions. so dreadful. rich Ormenus' son. in sign she favour'd their intent. I no aid require. in order spread.) his temples crown'd. (Thy gift. But let us haste--Night rolls the hours away.

neglect the watch of night? His be the chariot that shall please him most. The assembled peers their lofty chief enclosed. but return'd a foe: Then help'd by thee. and rich in gold. and cover'd by thy shield. succeeds their enterprise. He went a legate." The chief then heaved the golden sceptre high. Who thus the counsels of his breast proposed: "What glorious man. With ample forehead. received with peaceful show. O celestial maid! So still continue to the race thine aid! A youthful steer shall fall beneath the stroke. On high designs the wakeful hours employ. And swear to grant me the demanded prize. (Five girls beside the reverend herald told. So now be present. Fulfil thy wish. Not bless'd by nature with the charms of face." The heroes pray'd. Whose taper tops refulgent gold adorns. and the glittering car. and hills of slain. and with spreading horns. and made numbers yield.) Rich was the son in brass. Through dust. That bear Pelides through the ranks of war. With dreadful thoughts they trace the dreary way. and what resolves they take? If now subdued they meditate their flight. Eumedes' only boy." . Through the black horrors of the ensanguined plain. and explore the fleet: But first exalt thy sceptre to the skies. Now. unconscious of the galling yoke. spent with toil. Of all the plunder of the vanquish'd host. and the sons of Troy. o'er arms. through blood. no idle scout I go. defend the son. and Pallas from the skies Accords their vow. Attesting thus the monarch of the sky: "Be witness thou! immortal lord of all! Whose thunder shakes the dark aerial hall: By none but Dolon shall this prize be borne. Even to the royal tent pursue my way. And all their counsels. and matchless in the race. Nor less bold Hector. Untamed. for high attempts prepared. and sought the Theban towers. He fought with numbers. When on à sopus' banks the banded powers Of Greece he left. like two lions panting for the prey. And his the glory to have served so well. Encouraged thus. And him alone the immortal steeds adorn. "Hector! (he said) my courage bids me meet This high achievement. His the fair steeds that all the rest excel. their whole intention know. Dares greatly venture for a rich reward? Of yonder fleet a bold discovery make." A youth there was among the tribes of Troy. all their aims betray. Dolon his name. And.As thou defend'st the sire. But swift of foot. Peace was his charge. What watch they keep. The immortal coursers.

Hector (he thought) had sent. Or chase through woods obscure the trembling hind. Then fix'd in earth. both the chiefs pursue. (Still bending forward as he coursed along. the Trojan flew. But the rash youth prepares to scour the plain: Across his back the bended bow he flung. Betwixt the camp and him our spears employ. and o'er his shoulder pass'd. and with such fears. A sudden palsy seized his turning head. and quiver'd as he stood. (As Dolon pass'd. Then (never to return) he sought the shore. So distant they. and for the breath I owe.) behind a heap of dead: Along the path the spy unwary flew. And from the herd still turn the flying prey: So fast. Lest on the foe some forward Greek advance. (To whom the hind like shares of land allows.) When now new furrows part the approaching ploughs. And mingles with the guards that watch the walls. As when two skilful hounds the leveret wind. now seen. Till scarce at distance of a javelin's throw. the approaching tread Ulysses mark'd. and thus to Diomed. Then thus aloud: "Whoe'er thou art. the bold Greeks pursue. Yet let him pass. and check'd his haste. No voice succeeding." He said. "O friend! I hear some step of hostile feet. Scarce had he pass'd the steeds and Trojan throng. Or nightly pillager that strips the slain. and his colour fled. His loose teeth chatter'd. When brave Tydides stopp'd. to lurk beside the main. Against the trembling wood The wretch stood propp'd. And in his hand a pointed javelin shined. he perceived the foe. Moving this way. Then rush behind him. And intercept his hoped return to Troy. perhaps. Now lost. Confine his course along the fleet and shore. Which wilful err'd.Thus Hector swore: the gods were call'd in vain. on the hollow way. The panting warriors seize him as he stands. and prevent his pace. . A ferret's downy fur his helmet lined. and high in air the weapon cast.) When. And trod the path his feet must tread no more. But if too swift of foot he flies before. and such the space between. heard them as they pass'd. This javelin else shall fix thee to the plain. "O spare my youth. at just distance. So close. Some spy. Now almost on the fleet the dastard falls. A wolf's grey hide around his shoulders hung. a gen'rous thought (Inspired by Pallas) in his bosom wrought. Soft. remain. Now Dolon. and stoop'd their head. listening. and win a little space. they intercept his way. And with unmanly tears his life demands. or hastening to the fleet. As when two teams of mules divide the green. so constant. And snatch the glory from his lifted lance." With that they stepp'd aside.

Urged me." To whom Ulysses made this wise reply: "Whoe'er thou art. By Hector prompted.) or scattered o'er the plain?" To whom the spy: "Their powers they thus dispose The Paeons. Discharge their souls of half the fears of war. his limbs with horror shook:) "Hither I came. his faithful tongue shall own. lie higher on the land The Lycian. as he spoke. And steel well-temper'd and refulgent gold. by Hector's words deceived. Safe in their cares. Where'er yon fires ascend. rashly I believed: No less a bribe than great Achilles' car. from their city far. the auxiliar forces sleep. the Pelasgian host. Or here to combat. And Leleges. say.Large gifts of price my father shall bestow: Vast heaps of brass shall in your ships be told. to despoil the dead?" Then thus pale Dolon. No certain guards the nightly watch partake. be bold. with a fearful look: (Still. or thy daring mind? Or art some wretch by hopes of plunder led. and Maeonian band. Even great Achilles scarce their rage can tame. These Troy but lately to her succour won. replies. (Ulysses. Or back to Ilion's walls transfer the war?" Ulysses thus. encamp along the coast. And those swift steeds that sweep the ranks of war. and the truth recite! Where lies encamp'd the Trojan chief to-night? Where stand his coursers? in what quarter sleep Their other princes? tell what watch they keep: Say. dreadful with their bended bows. this attempt to make. since this conquest. Through heaps of carnage. Caucons. the guard the natives keep. and glorious was the prize. what resolves you take: If now subdued. and thus Eumedes' son: "What Dolon knows. the Trojans wake: Anxious for Troy. The Carians. What moves thee.) Far other rulers those proud steeds demand. when sleep has closed the sight. the peers assembling in his tent. and apart from all. Whose wives and infants. Hector. you fix your hopes on flight. by Thymbras' ancient wall. nor fear to die. neglect the watch of night. from the danger far. (Inquired the chief. be faithful. tired with toils. To learn what counsels." "Then sleep those aids among the Trojan train. The Thracians utmost. But say. A council holds at Ilus' monument. Mysian. And Phrygia's horse. Not distant far. . Much did he promise. And. unwilling. what their counsels are. with a scornful smile." "Bold was thy aim. And scorn the guidance of a vulgar hand. Achilles sprung from an immortal dame. To roam the silent fields in dead of night? Cam'st thou the secrets of our camp to find.

and the car behold! Described by Dolon. Rich silver plates his shining car infold. great Eioneus' son: I saw his coursers in proud triumph go. Arriving where the Thracian squadrons lay. Or leave me here. till your return reveal The truth or falsehood of the news I tell. The furry helmet from his brow they tear." Sternly he spoke. Celestial panoply. Thee. . One instant snatch'd his trembling soul to hell. unhappy. yet speaking. we praise. Their arms in order on the ground reclined. to grace a god! Let me. Approach the chariot." Pallas (this said) her hero's bosom warms. Or if thy soul aspire to fiercer deeds. with the arms of gold. Ranged in three lines they view the prostrate band: The horses yoked beside each warrior stand. Now. And eased in sleep the labours of the day. and direct our ways!" This said. and as the wretch prepared With humble blandishment to stroke his beard. The head. The welcome sight Ulysses first descries. to your fleet be borne. flame with gold. Breathed in his heart. Swift as the wind. Urge thou the slaughter. the spoils. thou betray'st no more. These great Ulysses lifting to the skies. refulgent. and the steeds untie. The wolf's grey hide. Slippery with blood. and white as winter-snow. "The man. with a gloomy frown: "Think not to live. in some future strife To risk more bravely thy now forfeit life? Or that again our camps thou may'st explore? No--once a traitor. Then heap'd with reeds and gathered boughs the plain.Led on by Rhesus. o'er arms and heaps of shields. No mortal shoulders suit the glorious load. In cruel chains. Through the brown shade the fulgid weapons shined: Amidst lay Rhesus. Like lightning swift the wrathful falchion flew. while I seize the steeds. To favouring Pallas dedicates the prize: "Great queen of arms. receive this hostile spoil. O speed our labours. and cuts the nerves in two. first of all the heavenly host. And points to Diomed the tempting prize. brave Tydides! now thy courage try. mutter'd as it fell. And the white steeds behind his chariot bound. And let the Thracian steeds reward our toil. a captive's fate to mourn. the coursers. stretch'd in sleep profound. with dropping gore defaced. and strung his nervous arms. High on a spreading tamarisk he placed. His solid arms. the unbended bow and spear." To this Tydides. though all the truth be shown: Shall we dismiss thee. To guide their footsteps to the place again. Divides the neck. Through the still night they cross the devious fields.

Whose visionary steel his bosom tore: So dream'd the monarch. Regard thy safety. Bathed all his footsteps.) Then gave his friend the signal to retire. Saw Tydeus' son with heavenly succour bless'd. In haste he mounted. And leads them. not yet to battles bred. . While unresolved the son of Tydeus stands. Just then a deathful dream Minerva sent. So the grim lion. Back by the foot each slaughter'd warrior drew. The coursers fly before Ulysses' bow. Till twelve lay breathless of the Thracian band. and invades the pen. He falls. and foaming rends the guardless prey. resistless in his way. Swift to the Trojan camp descends the power. dyed the fields with gore. Tydides' falchion fix'd him to the ground. Pallas appears. from his nightly den. new dangers. and tremble at the heaps of dead. Or heave with manly force." The voice divine confess'd the martial maid. Nor stopp'd the fury of his vengeful hand.) He rose. and thus her chief commands: "Enough. Now twelve despatch'd. he wisely cleared the way: Lest the fierce steeds. fasten'd by the silver reins. and awaked no more. and white as winter-snow. and lift away. (The scourge forgot. and her word obey'd. The yet-warm Thracians panting on the coast. Should start. An empty space where late the coursers stood. the gotten spoils enjoy. Swift as the wind.(218) Ulysses now the snowy steeds detains. a purple stream pursued His thirsty falchion. Nor tempt too far the hostile gods of Troy. A warlike form appear'd before his tent. A faithful kinsman. On sheep or goats. And vengeful anger fill'd his sacred breast. new achievements fire. And wakes Hippocoon in the morning-hour. but for his Rhesus most: Now while on Rhesus' name he calls in vain. And a low groan remurmur'd through the shore. or with his reeking blade To send more heroes to the infernal shade. Not unobserved they pass'd: the god of light Had watch'd his Troy. The milk-white coursers studious to convey Safe to the ships. my son. fat with hostile blood. (On Rhesus' side accustom'd to attend. and depart in peace. on Rhesus' chariot hung. and mark'd Minerva's flight. O'erleaps the fences. But him. For each he wept. and instructive friend. These. with his bow unbent. Haste to the ships.Where'er he pass'd. Ulysses following. the monarch last they found. Drag off the car where Rhesus' armour lay. from further slaughter cease. he lash'd along. The gathering tumult spreads o'er all the plain. as his partner slew. and saw the field deform'd with blood. Doubtful he stood.

And twelve beside lay gasping on the ground. Old Nestor first perceived the approaching sound. arriving at the shade Where late the spoils of Hector's spy were laid. Thou living glory of the Grecian name! Say whence these coursers? by what chance bestow'd. Of Thracian lineage are the steeds ye view. even now pursued. and Nestor first demands: "Say thou. The spoil of foes. Bless'd as ye are. Yet much I fear (ah. By Hector sent our forces to explore. [Illustration: DIOMED AND ULYSSES RETURNING WITH THE SPOILS OF RHESUS. again their nimbler feet The coursers ply.) The gifts of heaven are of a nobler kind. the Greeks dismiss their fear: of friendship and extended hands the kings. Perhaps. so radiant and so gay. He now lies headless on the sandy shore. Sleeping he died. That draw the burning chariot of the day. with wild affright. Bespeaking thus the Grecian peers around: "Methinks the noise of trampling steeds I hear. And her. and gathering on my ear. whose swiftness was his only fame." Scarce had And spring With words They greet he spoke. to age I scorn to yield. Ulysses stopp'd. when. But sure till now no coursers struck my sight Like these." Then o'er the trench the bounding coursers flew.On heaps the Trojans rush. A wretch. Meanwhile the chiefs. I deem. The care of him who bids the thunder roar. Perhaps some horses of the Trojan breed (So may. may that fear be vain!) The chiefs outnumber'd by the Trojan train. (sage Ithacus rejoin'd. with all his guards around. and thunder towards the fleet. Some god.] DIOMED AND ULYSSES RETURNING WITH THE SPOILS OF RHESUS. These other spoils from conquer'd Dolon came. lo! the chiefs appear. Return'd triumphant with this prize of war. conferred the glorious prize. they seek the shore." "Father! not so. And wondering view the slaughters of the night. Or. Thickening this way. And daily mingle in the martial field. Old as I am. conspicuous through the ranks of fight. to earth. whose praises all our host proclaim. oh! perhaps those heroes are no more. . Whose hostile king the brave Tydides slew. or present of a god? Not those fair steeds. to him Tydides bore The trophy. dropping yet with Dolon's gore: Then mounts again. and favourites of the skies. whose fury bathes the world with gore. ye gods! my pious hopes succeed) The great Tydides and Ulysses bear.

And the crown'd goblet foams with floods of wine. with its various actions and adventures is extended through the twelfth. wounded. Nestor entertains him in his tent with an account of the accidents of the day. with early blushes spread. clad in Achilles' armour. till the king shall be wounded and retire from the field. And first to Pallas the libations pour: They sit. Hector comes against Ajax. tending to put Patroclus upon persuading Achilles to fight for his countrymen. The saffron morn. Ulysses and Diomed put a stop to him for a time but the latter. is pierced with an arrow by Paris. . Straight to Tydides' high pavilion borne.The joyful Greeks with loud acclaim pursue. High on the painted stern Ulysses laid. Their joints they supple with dissolving oil. in the other wing of the army. or at least to permit him to do it. Hector prepares the Trojans to receive them. while Jupiter. seventeenth. A trophy destin'd to the blue-eyed maid. But Dolon's armour. Achilles (who overlooked the action from his ship) sent Patroclus to inquire which of the Greeks was wounded in that manner. being wounded by Paris. In due repast indulge the genial hour. Agamemnon. Now from nocturnal sweat and sanguine stain They cleanse their bodies in the neighb'ring main: Then in the polished bath. and Minerva give the signals of war. who is encompassed by the Trojans. refresh'd from toil. and in the utmost danger. on his return. He then makes a great slaughter of the enemy. Agamemnon bears all before him and Hector is commanded by Jupiter (who sends Iris for that purpose) to decline the engagement.(219) Now rose refulgent from Tithonus' bed. leads the Grecians to battle. And gild the courts of heaven with sacred light: When baleful Eris. and carried from the fight in Nestor's chariot. rejoicing in her aid divine. but that hero alone opposes multitudes. thirteenth. having armed himself. AND THE ACTS OF AGAMEMNON. And the full racks are heap'd with generous wheat. Juno. and assists him in that distress. sixteenth. ARGUMENT THE THIRD BATTLE. to his ships convey'd. and part of the eighteenth books. and the same day. fourteenth. fifteenth. The scene lies in the field near the monument of Ilus. In the meantime Machaon. till Menelaus and Ajax rescue him. This book opens with the eight and-twentieth day of the poem. and rallies the Greeks. With new-born day to gladden mortal sight. meets Eurypylus also wounded. sent by Jove's command. is obliged to desert his companion. The matchless steeds his ample stalls adorn: The neighing coursers their new fellows greet. Patroclus. BOOK XI. and a long recital of some former wars which he remembered.

nor sent in vain:) Ten rows of azure steel the work infold. and the martial maid. Through the red skies her bloody sign extends.] THE DESCENT OF DISCORD. the friendship of the chief to gain. and arching bow'd. with great example fires! Himself first rose. And twice ten bosses the bright convex crown'd: Tremendous Gorgon frown'd upon its field. That blaze to heaven. 'Twas then. The same which once king Cinyras possess'd: (The fame of Greece and her assembled host Had reach'd that monarch on the Cyprian coast. himself before the rest His mighty limbs in radiant armour dress'd. His azure length in easy waves extends. The beaming cuirass next adorn'd his breast. o'er the fleet descends. Whose ships. and at the dire alarms Each bosom boils. Even Ajax and Achilles heard the sound. A radiant baldric. each warrior starts to arms. Sustain'd the sword that glitter'd at his side: Gold was the hilt. And first he cased his manly legs around In shining greaves with silver buckles bound. of three celestial dies. and twelve of ductile gold. and for the combat burn. inglorious to return. With nodding horse-hair formidably graced. That round the warrior cast a dreadful shade. a silver sheath encased The shining blade. Three glittering dragons to the gorget rise. remote. Twice ten of tin. No more they sigh. High on Ulysses' bark her horrid stand She took. o'er his shoulder tied. and lighten all the fields. Placed as a sign to man amidst the skies). His buckler's mighty orb was next display'd.The torch of discord blazing in her hand. And in his hands two steely javelins wields. And. Thence the black fury through the Grecian throng With horror sounds the loud Orthian song: The navy shakes. and golden hangers graced. Whose imitated scales against the skies Reflected various light. On which a mimic serpent creeps along. And circling terrors fill'd the expressive shield: Within its concave hung a silver thong. Like colour'd rainbows o'er a showery cloud (Jove's wondrous bow. the guarded navy bound. [Illustration: THE DESCENT OF DISCORD. The king of men his hardy host inspires With loud command. Till in three heads the embroider'd monster ends. But breathe revenge. and thunder'd through the seas and land. Ten zones of brass its ample brim surround. . That instant Juno. Last o'er his brows his fourfold helm he placed. wrapt in tempests. This glorious gift he sent.

whose thunder spoke his wrath. Thus through the ranks appear'd the godlike man. cover'd with his spacious shield. fulfill'd the just decrees of fate.(221) But horse to horse. and orders all the field. Ranged in two bands. superior. And mark'd the spot where Ilion's towers arise.In happy thunders promised Greece their aid. . Now shouts and tumults wake the tardy sun. To second these. each bleeds. whose beauteous face And fair proportion match'd the ethereal race. As the red star now shows his sanguine fires Through the dark clouds. And falling ranks are strow'd on every side. in order ranged around. Close to the limits of the trench and mound. Thick fall the heapy harvests at their feet: So Greece and Troy the field of war divide. of all the immortal train. expect the war. Ranged in bright order on the Olympian hill: But general murmurs told their griefs above. their crooked weapons wield. distill'd Red drops of blood o'er all the fatal field. And fix'd. As sweating reapers in some wealthy field. None stoop'd a thought to base inglorious flight. Meanwhile apart. Agenor the divine. and now in night retires. on his awful throne. leaning from the clouds. till their labours meet. the dying. honour'd as a guardian god. Flash from his arms. Not rabid wolves more fierce contest their prey. And drinks large slaughter at her sanguine eyes: Discord alone. The Trojan lines possess'd the rising ground: There wise Polydamas and Hector stood. and the dead. Wrapt in the blaze of boundless glory sate. in close array combined. Plies all the troops. While streamy sparkles. The brother-warriors of Antenor's line: With youthful Acamas.(220) The woes of men unwilling to survey. with those who wield The lighter arms. Bold Polybus. as lightning from the skies. Even Jove. Swells the red horrors of this direful plain: The gods in peace their golden mansions fill. The victor's rage. or blazing in the van. the fields with armies spread. Ã neas. and man to man they fight. Discord with joy the scene of death descries. Plunged in the rear. The fiery coursers to their chariots bound The squires restrain'd: the foot. And. High o'er the chief they clash'd their arms in air. Each wounds. restless as he flies. Near Ilus' tomb. but none resign the day. The squadrons spread their sable wings behind. Great Hector. The eternal Monarch. As with the light the warriors' toils begun. And each accused the partial will of Jove. On earth he turn'd his all-considering eyes. rush forward to the field. and alone. The sea with ships. Bear down the furrows. And all the slaughters that must stain the day.

Which pierced his brain. their father's fleecy sheep. And voted Helen's stay for Paris' gold. and exposed to day) Then. Two sons of Priam next to battle move. stript. On Ida's tops. They shook with fear. Atrides mark'd. So when a lion ranging o'er the lawns. The frighted hind beholds. But not till half the prostrate forests lay Stretch'd in long ruin. These on the mountains once Achilles found. increasing bright. But helpless tremble for themselves. with pliant osiers bound. and for the life we owe. their features to his mind recalls.Thus while the morning-beams. their glittering armour vain: Now soil'd with dust. Their headstrong horse unable to restrain. But now to perish by Atrides' sword: Pierced in the breast the base-born Isus bleeds: Cleft through the head his brother's fate succeeds. their reeking vitals draws. Their snowy limbs and beauteous bodies lie. than when they wont to keep. the couching fawns. And slew Bienor at his people's head: Whose squire Oileus. The product. nor till then. that to guide: Far other task. The sons of false Antimachus were slain. as these their safety sought. Commutual death the fate of war confounds. and dares not stay. Then in the chariot on their knees they fall. And grinds the quivering flesh with bloody jaws. The Trojans see the youths untimely die. Amidst the tumult of the routed train. And slew the children for the father's fault. one of marriage. But in his front he felt the fatal wound. And claim a respite from the sylvan war. Finds. the Greeks' impulsive might Pierced the black phalanx. And. But swift through rustling thickets bursts her way. . one of love:(222) In the same car the brother-warriors ride. and stretch'd him on the ground. Swift to the spoil the hasty victor falls. and let in the light. the panting mother flies. on some grassy lair. Great Agamemnon then the slaughter led. O'er heaven's pure azure spread the glowing light. and left them on the plain: Vain was their youth. He who for bribes his faithless counsels sold. And thus with lifted hands for mercy call: "O spare our youth. and naked to the sky. When his tired arms refuse the axe to rear. All drown'd in sweat. and dropp'd the silken rein. Leap'd from the chariot to revenge his king. Atrides spoil'd. and fly. But now (what time in some sequester'd vale The weary woodman spreads his sparing meal. This took the charge to combat. with a sudden spring. Each adverse battle gored with equal wounds. And the big tears roll trickling from her eyes. And captive led. Then to their sire for ample sums restored. Their bones he cracks.

and death. and the Scaean gates. The path they take. And. Safe from the darts. lay foaming on the plain. Now near the beech-tree. the care of heaven he stood. More grateful. The brass-hoof'd steeds tumultuous plunge and bound. where the thickest fought.Antimachus shall copious gifts bestow: Soon as he hears. And many a car. as he lay. Amidst alarms. So flies a herd of beeves. His sever'd head was toss'd among the throng. Still slaughtering on. From the dry fields thick clouds of dust arise. Horse trod by horse. ye die. Now by the foot the flying foot were slain. that hear dismay'd . The Grecian ships his captive sons detain. but. Dispersed. attended with the flood of tears. and dust. As when the winds with raging flames conspire. The hero halts. that. The daring wretch who once in council stood To shed Ulysses' and my brother's blood. The youths address'd to unrelenting ears: The vengeful monarch gave this stern reply: "If from Antimachus ye spring. the king of men proceeds. disorder'd. And the thick thunder beats the labouring ground. Large heaps of brass in ransom shall be told. die. and pay the forfeit of your race. now. And pierced his breast: supine he breathed his last. the victor flew. fly the Trojan train. Then. Pisander from the car he cast. And one refulgent ruin levels all: Before Atrides' rage so sinks the foe. drew a bloody train along. Now past the tomb where ancient Ilus lay. and intercept the skies. The distanced army wonders at his deeds. As swift." This said. Wide o'er the field with guideless fury rolls. Meanwhile on every side around the plain. While his keen falchion drinks the warriors' lives. The trenchant falchion lopp'd his hands away. The king's example all his Greeks pursue. rolling. Through the mid field the routed urge their way: Where the wild figs the adjoining summit crown. His brother leap'd to earth. and blood. and speed to reach the town. Shade the black host. and proud heads lie low. For proffer'd peace! and sues his seed for grace? No. Atrides with loud shouts pursued. and crushing out their souls. to vultures than their wives! Perhaps great Hector then had found his fate. Breaking their ranks. Hot with his toil. and persuasive gold. And steel well-tempered." These words. And o'er the forests roll the flood of fire. Whole squadrons vanish. The steeds fly trembling from his waving sword. and his associates waits. and bathed in hostile blood. now lighted of its lord. But Jove and destiny prolong'd his date. In blazing heaps the grove's old honours fall. not in battle slain.

and bathes with blood the ground. and carnage load the field. or wounded by the spear or dart. And down their summits pour'd a hundred rills: The unkindled lightning in his hand he took. yet issue forth commands. with a bound. And trust the war to less important hands: But when. Still press'd the rout. And thus the many-coloured maid bespoke: "Iris. Then to her ships shall flying Greece be press'd. And trust the war to less important hands: But when. And sacred night her awful shade extend. and death. and fire thy breast. Springs from his chariot on the trembling ground." He spoke. And sacred night her awful shade extend. Bid him give way. draws. Surveys the towers. and depart. Abstain from fight. Then Jove shall string his arm. Close to the bulwarks. Till to the main the burning sun descend. Hector. And rage. The savage seizes. and his high mandate bear. and wait the coming war. and vanish'd. and by his prowess fell? . turns their steps from flight.The lion's roaring through the midnight shade. Revives their ardour. Who faced him first. with haste thy golden wings display. new spirit. and still the hindmost slew. On wings of winds descends the various maid. The chief shall mount his chariot. or wounded by the spear or dart. to each breast returns. And wakes anew the dying flames of fight. Not with less fury stem Atrides flew. Fights in the front. The chief she found amidst the ranks of war. and Iris at his word obey'd. But Jove descending shook the Idaean hills. and fire his breast. and rends the last. On heaps they tumble with successless haste. on his glittering car. Fights in the front. The goddess then: "O son of Priam. and depart. And learn from him to conquer. or to die. and bathes with blood the ground. Condense their powers. Hurl'd from their cars the bravest chiefs are kill'd. The fight renew'd with fiercer fury burns: The king leads on: all fix on him their eye. but issue forth commands. While Agamemnon wastes the ranks around. hear! From Jove I come. and meditates their fall. They stand to arms: the Greeks their onset dare. To godlike Hector this our word convey-While Agamemnon wastes the ranks around. In clanging arms: he grasps in either hand A pointed lance. and speeds from band to band. Then to her ships shall flying Greece be press'd. Till to the main the burning sun descend. Ye sacred nine! celestial Muses! tell. That chief shall mount his chariot. Then Jove shall string thy arm. New force." She said. Now storms the victor at the Trojan wall.

And swift to aid his dearer country flies. With twelve black ships he reach'd Percope's strand. on the plain he lay. At once his weighty sword discharged a wound Full on his neck. he wrench'd it from his hands. with his spear. and near his elbow strook. Aim'd at the king. From sage Antenor and Theano sprung. at the sight. On whom his passion. Or lay the spoils of conquest at her feet. And nursed in Thrace where snowy flocks are fed. And early honour warm his generous breast. Coon. his time he took. At once a virgin. though in vain! No more the youth shall join his consort's side. With all his strength. yet void of fear On Coon rushes with his lifted spear: His brother's corpse the pious Trojan draws. Scarce did the down his rosy cheeks invest. uncover'd. When the kind sire consign'd his daughter's charms (Theano's sister) to his youthful arms. that fell'd him to the ground. And join each other in the realms below. But call'd by glory to the wars of Troy. The monarch's falchion lopp'd his head away: The social shades the same dark journey go. The point rebated. Bestow'd so much. From his loved bride departs with melting eyes. Antenor's eldest hope. And through his arm stood forth the barbed dart. the youth directs his dart: But the broad belt. And o'er the body spreads his ample shield. and braves the king of kings. and virtuous. The Trojan stoop'd. Atrides first discharged the missive spear. Defends him breathless on the sanguine field. Till. Now fierce for fame. was nigh: Tears. Prone on his brother's bleeding breast he lay. And the pale features now deform'd with blood. Towering in arms. Encumber'd with the dart. And calls his country to assert his cause. came starting from his eye. He leaves untasted the first fruits of joy. . with plates of silver bound. Oh worthy better fate! oh early slain! Thy country's friend. at the monarch's heart. the javelin pass'd in air. The thrilling steel transpierced the brawny part. Surprised the monarch feels. Stretch'd in the dust the unhappy warrior lies. Then. before the ranks he springs. Transfix'd the warrior with his brazen dart. Then near the corslet. Thence took the long laborious march by land. the bold and young. lavish of his store.The great Iphidamas. and at once a bride! No more with presents her embraces meet. Atrides stands. grasp'd with force. unseen. marking an unguarded part. and repell'd the wound. And sleep eternal seals his swimming eyes. Whom from his youth his grandsire Cisseus bred. While pierced with grief the much-loved youth he view'd. Atrides. and vainly promised more! Unwept. While the proud victor bore his arms away.

With every weapon art or fury yields: By the long lance. but leads himself the war. Jove himself declares the conquest ours! Now on yon ranks impel your foaming steeds. Then grinding tortures his strong bosom rend." Writh words like these the fiery chief alarms His fainting host. As the bold hunter cheers his hounds to tear The brindled lion. Muse! when Jove the Trojan's glory crown'd. and gives his squire the rein. Less keen those darts the fierce Ilythiae send: (The powers that cause the teeming matron's throes. Ã symnus. sure of glory. the sword. while yet warm distill'd the purple flood. He mounts the car. A sudden storm the purple ocean sweeps. The wounded monarch at his tent they place. thus exhorts the throng: "O friends! O Greeks! assert your honours won. Say. This. Dispels the gather'd clouds that Notus forms: . famed in many a fight. Orus. all chiefs of name. Nor prompts alone. charged with storms. all ye Dardan. Your great forefathers' virtues.The vengeful victor rages round the fields. Dolops. the general flies! deserts his powers! Lo. or ponderous stone. On the black body of the foe he pours. and dreadful face to face: Now call to mind your ancient trophies won. Then with a voice which fury made more strong. dare immortal deeds. And. The horses fly. and finish what this arm begun: Lo! angry Jove forbids your chief to stay. As from the cloud's deep bosom. or the tusky bear: With voice and hand provokes their doubting heart." He said: the driver whirls his lengthful thong. No sooner Hector saw the king retired. Then brave Hipponous. swell'd with showers. Behold. all-panting with the pain. And pain augmented. all ye Lycian race! Famed in close fight. the chariot smokes along. Opheltius. and your own. And from their sides the foam descends in snow. and every bosom warms. And springs the foremost with his lifted dart: So godlike Hector prompts his troops to dare. and tosses all the deeps. As when a western whirlwind. Clouds from their nostrils the fierce coursers blow. Shot through the battle in a moment's space. sunk to endless night. and Autonous died. Opites next was added to their side. But thus his Trojans and his aids he fired: "Hear. Agelaus. Whole ranks are broken. Beneath his arm what heroes bit the ground? Assaeus. Proceed. And envies half the glories of the day. Drives the wild waves. The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame. Sad mothers of unutterable woes!) Stung with the smart. But when the wound grew stiff with clotted blood. and whole troops o'erthrown.

as he pass'd. Now to the skies the foaming billows rears. Towering they rode in one refulgent car: In deep prophetic arts their father skill'd. Then plunged amidst the thickest ranks of fight. the crystal regions rend. They rush'd to fight. By Tydeus' lance Agastrophus was slain. raised his vengeful steel. Rolls sable clouds in heaps on heaps along. Now the last ruin the whole host appals. but flying left his life behind. on foot he strove to fly. The stern Tydides strips their shining arms. Wing'd with his fears. Stern Hector's conquests in the middle plain Stood check'd awhile. Now breaks the surge." The warrior thus. swifter than the wind. and thus the friend replied: "No martial toil I shun. The far-famed hero of Paeonian strain. "And stand we deedless. and perish'd on the plain. But wise Ulysses call'd Tydides forth. confounds. Jove our foe. and to the rescue flies. Let Hector come. and scatters all their bands. raging Hector. I wait his fury here. His soul rekindled. and awaked his worth. let us join. Now Greece had trembled in her wooden walls. as his experienced eyes Traverse the files. So two wild boars outstrip the following hounds. all human force is vain. violent and strong. Hypirochus by great Ulysses dies. There slain. and wide the bottom bares: Thus. Had warn'd his children from the Trojan field. Shouts. And thus bespoke his brother of the war: "Mark how this way yon bending squadrons yield! The storm rolls on. O eternal shame! Till Hector's arm involve the ships in flame? Haste. Great Diomed himself was seized with fear."--The warrior said. This Hector sees. but. O'erturns. Then swift revert. and combat side by side. and the foe too nigh: Through broken orders. His steeds too distant. Their breasts no more the vital spirit warms. pursued his lord. no danger fear. And moving armies on his march attend. ." He sigh'd. they left them in eternal night. sighing. The sons of Merops shone amidst the war. His death ennobled by Ulysses' sword.The gust continued. Swift at the word his ponderous javelin fled. Fate urged them on: the father warn'd in vain. with resistless hands. and wounds return for wounds. Great Jove from Ide with slaughter fills his sight. And level hangs the doubtful scale of fight. He fled. But Jove with conquest crowns the Trojan train: And. And rich Hippodamus becomes his prize. the charioteer. And from his car the proud Thymbraeus fell: Molion. and Greece respired again. and Hector rules the field: Here stand his utmost force.

and death is on the steel: Where this but lights. this day. A coward's weapon never hurts the brave. Well by Apollo are thy prayers repaid. And oft that partial power has lent his aid. But pierced his foot. And a short darkness shades his swimming eyes. staggering on the plain. Its touch makes orphans. Thou shall not long the death deserved withstand. . If any god assist Tydides' hand. and exults aloud: "Once more thank Phoebus for thy forfeit breath. Just as he stoop'd. The bowstring twang'd. and insults the king. Vain archer! trusting to the distant dart. And wing'd an arrow at the unwary foe. Remounts his car. bathes the cheeks of sires. nor flew the shaft in vain. Paris eyed from far. Whole hecatombs of Trojan ghosts shall pay. Leaps from his ambush. and herds amidst the crowd: The Greek pursues him. while he triumph'd. Before him steps. and nail'd it to the plain. Not so this dart. Thou woman-warrior with the curling hair. Or thank that swiftness which outstrips the death. His arm and knee his sinking bulk sustain. some noble life expires. (The spouse of Helen. The laughing Trojan. and bending draws the dart: Forth flows the blood. that. Agastrophus's crest To seize. with a joyful spring." Ulysses hastens with a trembling heart. O'er his dim sight the misty vapours rise. Should breathe from slaughter and in combat stand: Whose sons now tremble at his darted spear. and drew the corslet from his breast. inglorious! but thy flight. Steeps earth in purple. but where the plumage danced Razed the smooth cone. Tydides followed to regain his lance. an eager pang succeeds. Nor boast the scratch thy feeble arrow gave. While Hector rose. and to the navy speeds." He dauntless thus: "Thou conqueror of the fair. but not incense a man. recover'd from the trance. Fate wings its flight. the fair cause of war. and thence obliquely glanced. Unskill'd in arms to act a manly part! Thou hast but done what boys or women can. he bent his bow. And leaves such objects as distract the fair. "He bleeds! (he cries) some god has sped my dart! Would the same god had fix'd it in his heart! So Troy. Safe in his helm (the gift of Phoebus' hands) Without a wound the Trojan hero stands." Him.) Around the fields his feather'd shafts he sent. which thou may'st one day feel. relieved from that wide-wasting hand. gluts the birds of air.Nor miss'd its aim. But yet so stunn'd. As scatter'd lambs the rushing lion fear. Fly then. Such hands may wound. Tydides mounts. From ancient Ilus' ruin'd monument: Behind the column placed.

But to his aid his brother Socus flies. The brave meets danger. Greeks all fled. I know a soldier's part. what hopes remain? What shame. stands collected in himself. and bared it to the bone. The wound not mortal wise Ulysses knew. By Pallas' care. their own fate enclose. Socus the brave. the warrior thus began: "O great Ulysses! much-enduring man! Not deeper skill'd in every martial sleight. and forceful pierced his spacious shield: Through the strong brass the ringing javelin thrown. Charops. Next Ennomus and Thoon sank to hell. and active in the fight! This day two brothers shall thy conquest grace. first Deiopis fell. the generous. nor with his entrails mix'd. His sanguine eye-balls glare with living fire. Trembling gave way. on every part is plied. the shady cohorts press'd." Such thoughts revolving in his careful breast. And end at once the great Hippasian race. and whole.Now The But And on the field Ulysses stands alone. he foams with ire. . to endless darkness go. singly if I stand the ground. by those. He grinds his ivory tusks. Between his shoulders pierced the following dart. Nor longer check my conquests on the foe. questions thus his own unconquer'd soul: "What further subterfuge. pierced by this. and the coward flies." He said. Ulysses reach'd him with the fatal spear. Than worn to toils. And round him deep the steely circle grows. and more near. Near as he drew. Or thou beneath this lance must press the field. Pierced through the shoulder. inglorious if I quit the plain? What danger. the spear. was near. Stopp'd short of life. knowing this. Chersidamas. Plough'd half his side. These. and turn'd his back to flight. By these. So fares a boar whom all the troop surrounds Of shouting huntsmen and of clamorous hounds. Near. his armour rings against the ground. and the wise. while Socus. Fate calls thee hence and finish'd is thy race. in the warrior. And the red slaughter spreads on every side. My friends all scatter'd. all the foes around? Yet wherefore doubtful? let this truth suffice. though deep infix'd. seized with sudden fright. and grasps the bloody dust. the Trojans pouring on. To die or conquer. proves a hero's heart. And add one spectre to the realms below!" He spoke. He falls. But. the son of Hippasus. beneath the navel thrust. Falls prone to earth. And. Then furious thus (but first some steps withdrew): "Unhappy man! whose death our hands shall grace. And held its passage through the panting heart: Wide in his breast appear'd the grisly wound.

saved from numbers." Then raging with intolerable smart. And feel a loss not ages can repair. Thrice to its pitch his lofty voice he rears. He bounds aloft. attends. Priam's son. to Ajax Telamon he cried. he slew. swell'd with wintry rains. from their foundations torn. Distressed he seems. where the cry directs. roll in heaps along. and chariots. But hungry birds shall tear those balls away. unconquer'd by his pains. A country's ruins! to the seas are borne: Fierce Ajax thus o'erwhelms the yielding throng." Then. On strong Pandocus next inflicts a wound. Down his cleft side. to his car conveys. The prudent chief in sore distress they found.(223) As when some huntsman. and loudly calls for aid. And pines and oaks. Pours from the mountains o'er the deluged plains. Now troops on troops the fainting chief invade. Forced he recedes. As when a torrent. And. scour dispersed away. his course he bends. and extracts the dart. With solemn funerals and a lasting tomb. . while fresh the blood distils. yet one opposed to all. Who shares his labours.Then thus Ulysses. From the blind thicket wounds a stately deer. like the god of war. Greece robb'd of him must bid her host despair. Great Ajax. The scattered crowds fly frighted o'er the field. And lays Lysander bleeding on the ground. Victorious Ajax plies the routed crew. Thy dying eyes no tender mother close. And gladden'd Troy with sight of hostile blood. The well-known voice thrice Menelaus hears: Alarm'd. Till life's warm vapour issuing through the wound. And hovering vultures scream around their prey. and defends his side: "O friend! Ulysses' shouts invade my ear. The lion rushes through the woodland shade. The wolves. With bands of furious Trojans compass'd round. Ulysses thus. though hungry. and no assistance near. with a flying spear. Heaven owes Ulysses yet a longer date. Me Greece shall honour. when I meet my doom. Oppress'd by multitudes. steeds. Men. There ends thy narrow span assign'd by fate. wretch! no father shall thy corpse compose. gazing on the slain: "Famed son of Hippasus! there press the plain. Strong as he is. A single warrior half a host sustains: But soon as Ajax leaves his tower-like shield. Wild mountain-wolves the fainting beast surround: Just as their jaws his prostrate limbs invade. the best may fall. Ah. The dart a tide of spouting gore pursued. and scuds from hills to hills. Atrides' arm the sinking hero stays. He writhes his body. And first Doryclus. The lordly savage vindicates his prey.

O'er heaps of carcases. by tardy steps withdrew. old Neleus' valiant son! Ascend thy chariot.But Hector. To Nestor then Idomeneus begun: "Glory of Greece. O'er his broad back his moony shield he threw. from Hector's car. the coursers scour the fields." Old Nestor mounts the seat. And mangled carnage clogs the rapid wheels. haste with speed away. and there the combat bleeds. A wise physician skill'd our wounds to heal." Thus having spoke. Is more than armies to the public weal. and thunder toward the fleet. Shot heaven-bred horror through the Grecian's heart. And trembling Greece for her physician fear'd. Here Hector. Stung by the stroke. there the battle glows. The ranks he scatter'd and the troops o'erthrown:) Ajax he shuns. There Nestor and Idomeneus oppose The warrior's fury. Swift through the ranks the rapid chariot bounds. and shouting swains. Repulsed by numbers from the nightly stalls. There horse and foot in mingled deaths unite. Before great Ajax see the mingled throng Of men and chariots driven in heaps along! I know him well. . And. distinguish'd o'er the field By the broad glittering of the sevenfold shield. or ponderous stone. purple all the car before. Thither. Trojans on Trojans yonder load the plain. There danger calls. The spouse of Helen. the steeds with sounding feet Shake the dry field. Thus the grim lion his retreat maintains. with terrors not his own. But partial Jove. His sword deforms the beauteous ranks of fight. Confused. Had pierced Machaon with a distant wound: In his right shoulder the broad shaft appear'd. And groans of slaughter mix with shouts of fight. He lends the lash. There fierce on foot. unnerved in Hector's presence grown. The groaning axle sable drops distils. And. Beset with watchful dogs. And deep Scamander swells with heaps of slain. dashing. espousing Hector's part. plunging through the thickest fight. and though hunger calls. Amazed he stood. Though rage impels him. Survey'd the various fortune of the war: "While here (he cried) the flying Greeks are slain. glaring round. And great Machaon to the ships convey. through all the dire debate. the driver's lash resounds. or from the chariot's height. Broke the dark phalanx. the sword. The horses' hoofs are bathed in heroes' gore. dealing darts around. thither urge thy steeds. But now Cebriones. O Hector. and hills of shields. Raged on the left. And fears that arm whose force he felt so late. and ruled the tide of war: Loud groans proclaim his progress through the plain. from this scene of slaughter far. beside him rode The wounded offspring of the healing god. and let in the light: (By the long lance.

But bold Eurypylus his aid imparts. from the gloomy grave The warrior rescue. Back to the lines the wounded Greek retired. His feasted eyes beheld around the plain The Grecian rout. but broken was the wood. The hero rallies. guiltless on the plain. and stain'd with gore. 'tis Ajax claims your aid. and lays waste the plain. And his slack knees desert their dying load. While his swoln heart at every step rebell'd. Fix'd in his nervous thigh the weapon stood. The strokes redoubled on his buckler rung. Now stiff recedes. and backward bears the yielding bands." Thus urged the chief: a generous troop appears. Scarce from the field with all their efforts chased. This hour he stands the mark of hostile rage. from the topmost height Of his proud fleet. and your country save. Whose eager javelin launch'd against the foe. and renews the fight. the slaying. O Grecians! has your hearts dismay'd? Oh. . From his torn liver the red current flow'd. Its surface bristled with a quivering wood. And stirs but slowly when he stirs at last: On Ajax thus a weight of Trojans hung. yet hardly seems to fly. Great Apisaon felt the fatal blow. and the slain. Then sourly slow the indignant beast retires: So turn'd stern Ajax. Though round his sides a wooden tempest rain. Thus raged both armies like conflicting fires. While Nestor's chariot far from fight retires: His coursers steep'd in sweat. Marks the dry dust. turn to arms. with heavy strength endued. join your forces. That hour Achilles.Long stands the showering darts. Crops the tall harvest. and advance their spears. His friend Machaon singled from the rest. To guard their wounded friend: while thus they stand With pious care. And threats his followers with retorted eye. The Greeks' preserver. In some wide field by troops of boys pursued. bore. Now turns. And this the last brave battle he shall wage: Haste. From Paris' bow a vengeful arrow fled. great Ajax joins the band: Each takes new courage at the hero's sight. o'erlook'd the fields of fight. Fix'd as the bar between two warring powers. While hissing darts descend in iron showers: In his broad buckler many a weapon stood. Fix'd was the point. and missile fires. by whole hosts repell'd. As the slow beast. And many a javelin. and thirsts for blood in vain. And dauntless springs beneath a cloud of darts. Confiding now in bulky strength he stands. Thick on his hide the hollow blows resound. Yet thus retreating. great Machaon. The patient animal maintains his ground. The victor rushing to despoil the dead. Who spread their bucklers. his associates fired: "What god.

A goblet sacred to the Pylian kings From eldest times: emboss'd with studs of gold." The hero said. and but seen behind. Two feet support it. seen at distance. by Achilles sent.A transient pity touch'd his vengeful breast. Through intermingled ships and tents he pass'd. Go now to Nestor. On each bright handle. When the brisk nectar overlook'd the brim. The warriors standing on the breezy shore. and stood before the tent. The chiefs descending from their car he found: The panting steeds Eurymedon unbound. a royal slave. and from him be taught What wounded warrior late his chariot brought: For. And wholesome garlic. Patroclus quits his tent. "Why calls my friend? thy loved injunctions lay. bending o'er the brink. His friend obey'd with haste. Temper'd in this. With goat's-milk cheese a flavourous taste bestows. His form recall'd Machaon to my mind. Meantime Patroclus. Then to consult on farther methods went. Here paused a moment. and ever at my side! The time is come. The draught prescribed. Whate'er thy will. Whose ample orb a brazen charger graced. the nymph of form divine Pours a large portion of the Pramnian wine. Honey new-press'd. and four handles hold. And fix'd the date of all his woes to come. Nor could I. And pleasing conference beguiles the day. and wash away the gore. discern his face. the sacred flour of wheat. The coursers pass'd me with so swift a pace. And last with flour the smiling surface strows: This for the wounded prince the dame prepares: The cordial beverage reverend Nestor shares: Salubrious draughts the warriors' thirst allay. two turtles seem to drink: A massy weight. In sculptured gold. Old Nestor. crown'd the savoury treat. through yon cloud." "O first of friends! (Pelides thus replied) Still at my heart. In evil hour! Then fate decreed his doom. fair Hecamede prepares. graced with golden hairs: (Whom to his aged arms. yet heaved with ease by him. Unheard approached. Arsinous' daughter. Straight to Menoetius' much-loved son he sent: Graceful as Mars. as the prize of Nestor's wisdom gave:) A table first with azure feet she placed. the hero led . rising then. Greece. To dry their sweat. when yon despairing host Shall learn the value of the man they lost: Now at my knees the Greeks shall pour their moan. And proud Atrides tremble on his throne. And took their seats beneath the shady tent. while the gentle gale Convey'd that freshness the cool seas exhale. Next her white hand an antique goblet brings. Patroclus shall obey.

her long arrears restored. Three days were past. Ulysses. Calm he looks on. not great Machaon bleeds alone. myself survey'd The just partition. full fifty herds of swine. as my first essay of arms. For prize defrauded. ah! what flattering hopes I entertain! Achilles heeds not. When Elis' monarch. Diomed. And stern Eurypylus. Was borne from combat by thy foaming steeds? With grief I see the great Machaon bleeds. and now this conquest gain'd. My sire three hundred chosen sheep obtain'd. The state of Pyle was sunk to last despair. and with many a car. already bleed. And waits the rising of the fatal blaze. These. Our utmost frontier on the Pylian lands: Not far the streams of famed Alphaeus flow: The stream they pass'd. what hero. and every death enjoys. when Elis rose to war. All teeming females. and due victims paid. Now the slow course of all-impairing time Unstrings my nerves. and of generous breeds. Our bravest heroes in the navy groan." "Can then the sons of Greece (the sage rejoin'd) Excite compassion in Achilles' mind? Seeks he the sorrows of our host to know? This is not half the story of our woe. as many lowing kine: And thrice the number of unrivall'd steeds. And stretch'd the great Itymonaeus dead! Then from my fury fled the trembling swains. But. and insulted fame. Detain'd his chariot. The sons of Actor at their army's head (Young as they were) the vengeful squadrons led. we arm'd. Old Neleus gloried in his conquering son. Agamemnon. And shares were parted to each Pylian lord. Of twelve bold brothers. and victorious horse. When this bold arm the Epeian powers oppress'd. High on the rock fair Thryoessa stands. When the proud Elians first commenced the war: For Neleus' sons Alcides' rage had slain. Who asks. The great Achilles with impatience stays. (That large reprisal he might justly claim. This to report. my hasty course I bend. With many a courser. Thus Elis forced.) The rest the people shared. The bulls of Elis in glad triumph led. And ours was all the plunder of the plains: Fifty white flocks. wounded by the foe. . at the public course. and ends my manly prime. Thou know'st the fiery temper of my friend.To his high seat: the chief refused and said: "'Tis now no season for these kind delays. As many goats. Oh! had I still that strength my youth possess'd. I alone remain! Oppress'd. but derides our pain: Even till the flames consume our fleet he stays. To great Achilles this respect I owe. Chief after chief the raging foe destroys. and pitch'd their tents below. Tell him. I won.

There to high Jove were public thanks assign'd. and swells with martial pride. there Pylos. The first who fell. beneath my javelin bled. nor his the power to aid! 0 friend! my memory recalls the day. . and they fled. Fear'd for my youth. touch'd at Phthia's port. A bull. and a bull was slain To the blue monarch of the watery main. Each burns for fame. Then back to Pyle triumphant take my way. expect the dawning light. for the goddess led. ere the sun advanced his noon-day flame. Fierce as the whirlwind now I swept the field: Full fifty captive chariots graced my train. with all-revealing ray. but Neptune shrouds The youthful heroes in a veil of clouds. An untamed heifer pleased the blue-eyed maid. descending in the shades of night. but my sire denied. "Achilles with unactive fury glows. of mankind. When. and spouse of Agamede: (She that all simples' healing virtues knew. and slaughtering all along. In arms we slept. they trembled. Flamed in the front of Heaven. and detain'd my arms. when to the eternal shade Her hosts shall sink. There first to Jove our solemn rites were paid. gathering aids along the Grecian sea. their bravest warrior kill'd. The foe dispersed. impell'd by youthful blood. and gave the day. Thence. So proved my valour for my country's good. Where o'er the vales the Olenian rocks arose. As first of gods. Collecting spoils. While round the town the fierce Epeians stood. Even there the hindmost of the rear I slay.Pallas. beside the winding flood. Alarms the Pylians and commands the fight. And entered Peleus' hospitable court. And pour'd libations on the flaming thighs. How shall he grieve. Till Pallas stopp'd us where Alisium flows. horse and foot. the van of battle led. My sire denied in vain: on foot I fled Amidst our chariots. To great Alphaeus' sacred source we came. and works of war appear. the Pylian troops unite. King Augias' son. Bright scenes of arms. Soon as the sun. to Nestor. "Along fair Arene's delightful plain Soft Minyas rolls his waters to the main: There. exposed to stern alarms. Two chiefs from each fell breathless to the plain. The nations meet. The Epeians saw. and o'er the prostrate throng. A bull to Jove he slew in sacrifice. and Ulysses. Such then I was. And every herb that drinks the morning dew:) I seized his car. I. Through wide Buprasian fields we forced the foes. Myself the foremost. Elis here. And the same arm that led concludes the day. O'er heapy shields. And stopp'd my chariot. Alphaeus. Then Actor's sons had died. And sheathed in arms. And gives to passion what to Greece he owes.

and desist from war. he met the brave Euaemon's son. An arrow's head yet rooted in his wound. As faintly reeling he confess'd the smart. And this the period of our wars and fame?" Eurypylus replies: "No more. where. sighing. Those chiefs. But." This touch'd his generous heart. and share the genial rites. . Press'd by fresh forces. and from your native shore? Say. and of race divine. on the crowded strand. Achilles sees us. he may yield to love. Patroclus! act a friendly part. and bleeding in the fleet. With lukewarm water wash the gore away. and rule thy friend. her o'er-labour'd train Shall seek their walls. And altars to the guardian gods arise. Where the tall fleet of great Ulysses lies. Her force increasing as her toil renews. We then explained the cause on which we came. Ah! try the utmost that a friend can say: Such gentle force the fiercest minds obey. Social we sit. Even to the ships victorious Troy pursues. sad. The sable blood in circles mark'd the ground. Urged you to arms. Greece is no more! this day her glories end. but dauntless was his heart. Your ancient fathers generous precepts gave. Peleus said only this:--'My son! be brave. Who. Proud Troy may tremble. Let thy just counsels aid. though now of vast import. that used her utmost rage to meet. Clad in Achilles' arms. Yet cooler thoughts thy elder years attend. to glut the dogs with gore. Lead to my ships. Weak was his pace. The public mart and courts of justice stand.' Thus spoke your father at Thessalia's court: Words now forgot. and draw this deadly dart. and thy reverend sire Menoetius. my friend. Far from your friends. to the feast invites. if thou appear. If some dire oracle his breast alarm. Lie pierced with wounds. hapless leaders of the Grecian host! Thus must ye perish on a barbarous coast? Is this your fate. If aught from Heaven withhold his saving arm. Achilles.Thyself. thus his bleeding friend address'd: "Ah.' Menoetius thus: 'Though great Achilles shine In strength superior. turn'd the fragments on the fire. Some favouring god Achilles' heart may move. Large painful drops from all his members run. and Greece respire again. If thou but lead the Myrmidonian line. Some beam of comfort yet on Greece may shine. and from the tent Along the shore with hasty strides he went. and found you fierce for fame. thou. Though deaf to glory. There. Soon as he came. Divine compassion touch'd Patroclus' breast. great Eurypylus! shall Greece yet stand? Resists she yet the raging Hector's hand? Or are her heroes doom'd to die with shame.

Without the gods. and in his arms upheld the chief. And hides of oxen on the floor display'd: There stretch'd at length the wounded hero lay. which appeared on the left hand of the Trojans. how short a period stands . THE BATTLE AT THE GRECIAN WALL. Sarpedon makes the first breach in the wall. begin the assault. This Hector opposes. Of two famed surgeons. Podalirius stands This hour surrounded by the Trojan bands. after many actions. and Achilles thee. Now wants that succour which so oft he lent. The walls were raised. and manage the attack on foot.] HERCULES. The slaves their master's slow approach survey'd." To him the chief: "What then remains to do? The event of things the gods alone can view. The Trojans follow his counsel. BOOK XII. and enters at the head of his troops. Charged by Achilles' great command I fly. the trenches sunk in vain. Nor long the trench or lofty walls oppose. The closing flesh that instant ceased to glow. and no victim slain. And bear with haste the Pylian king's reply: But thy distress this instant claims relief. forces open one of the gates. Their powers neglected. And mutual deaths are dealt with mutual rage. Hector attempts to force them. in which." He said. Polydamas advises to quit their chariots. [Illustration: HERCULES. But upon the signal of an eagle with a serpent in his talons. sire of pharmacy. The wound to torture. Patroclus cut the forky steel away: Then in his hands a bitter root he bruised. And great Machaon. Polydamas endeavours to withdraw them again. Once taught Achilles.With healing balms the raging smart allay. ARGUMENT. and having divided their army into five bodies of foot. Hector also. but it proving impossible to pass the ditch. With gods averse the ill-fated works arose. Trojans and Greeks with clashing shields engage. While thus the hero's pious cares attend The cure and safety of his wounded friend. the styptic juice infused. and continues the attack. wounded in his tent. The wound he wash'd. The Greeks having retired into their intrenchments. who victoriously pursue the Grecians even to their ships. casting a stone of vast size. Such as sage Chiron. and the blood to flow.

With his huge trident wounds the trembling shore. wisely brave. their bold assault defy. With equal rage encompass'd Hector glows. Just at the brink they neigh. Exhorts his armies. Deluged the rampire nine continual days. Eager they view'd the prospect dark and deep. Arm'd foes around a dreadful circle form. The weight of waters saps the yielding wall. Incessant cataracts the Thunderer pours. And try the pass impervious to the horse. like a whirlwind. Restrain'd great Hector. Now smooth'd with sand. his courage makes him fall. and godlike heroes slain: These. The panting steeds impatient fury breathe.(225) But this the gods in later times perform. War thunder'd at the gates. with mingled force. And to the sea the floating bulwarks fall. Vast was the leap. And Hector's fury every moment fear. Then Neptune and Apollo shook the shore. And if he falls. But when her sons were slain. Ã sepus. marching stern before. As yet the bulwark stood. And snort and tremble at the gulf beneath. He. Then Ida's summits pour'd their watery store.The proudest monument of mortal hands! This stood while Hector and Achilles raged. While sacred Troy the warring hosts engaged. And the turf trembles. or wander o'er the plain. Smote by the arm of Jove with dire dismay. and paw the ground. Rhesus and Rhodius then unite their rills. No fragment tells where once the wonder stood. and the skies resound. and braved the storm. This saw Polydamas. turn'd by Phoebus from their wonted ways. So 'midst the dogs and hunters' daring bands. And Xanthus foaming from his fruitful source. he glares. he bounds against them all. and the trenches shows. Close by their hollow ships the Grecians lay: Hector's approach in every wind they hear. Vast stones and piles from their foundation heaves. And hissing javelins rain an iron storm: His powers untamed. and headlong hung the steep. and drove the field along. Caresus roaring down the stony hills. And gulfy Simois. In their old bounds the rivers roll again. The god of ocean. and levell'd by the flood. And whelms the smoky ruin in the waves. And where he turns the rout disperse or die: He foams. who. rolling to the main(224) Helmets. And half the skies descend in sluicy showers. The foot alone this strong defence could force. The strokes yet echoed of contending powers. her city burn'd. And what survived of Greece to Greece return'd. Fierce of his might. The bottom bare. and shields. and blood distain'd the towers. Mingled the troops. toss'd the scattering throng. Granicus. a boar or lion stands. and this counsel gave: . Shine 'twixt the hills. (a formidable show!) And bristled thick with sharpen'd stakes below.

All Troy must perish. Who drew from Hyrtacus his noble blood. No space for combat in yon narrow bounds. let their heroes fall. and here oppress our train. The sons of Priam with the third appear.] POLYDAMAS ADVISING HECTOR. Hear then. bold leader of the Trojan bands! And you. What hopes. Next him." [Illustration: POLYDAMAS ADVISING HECTOR. The best and bravest in the first conspire. So Greece shall stoop before our conquering power. and Agenor joins. the bravest. without a thousand wounds. and threat the fleet with fire: Great Hector glorious in the van of these. In arms with these the mighty Asius stood. and brave Cebriones. On certain dangers we too rashly run: If 'tis will our haughty foes to tame. Before the next the graceful Paris shines. And whom Arisba's yellow coursers bore. his clanging armour rung. Pant for the fight. what methods of retreat remain? Wedged in the trench. The stakes beneath. far from Argos. the Grecian walls behind? No pass through those. And bold Alcathous. Back from the trenches let your steeds be led. born on fountful Ide. wedged in firm array. And all obey their several chiefs' commands. The chief's example follow'd by his train. Proceed on foot. ye warriors! and obey with speed. Nor shall a Trojan live to tell the tale. The forces part in five distinguish'd bands. But he more brave than all the hosts he led. Whom Glaucus and Asteropaeus aid. and Helenas the seer. Now with compacted shields in close array. Divine Sarpedon the last band obey'd. The coursers fed on Selle's winding shore. And this (if Jove consent) her fatal hour. at their army's head. Proud of the favours mighty Jove has shown."O thou. and issues on the plain. Antenor's sons the fourth battalion guide. and Hector lead the way. Polydamas. Deiphobus. if their arms prevail. by our own troops confused. The moving legions speed their headlong way: . By orders strict the charioteers enjoin'd Compel the coursers to their ranks behind. In one promiscuous carnage crush'd and bruised. And one great day destroy and bury all! But should they turn. Oh may this instant end the Grecian name! Here. Then all alighting. confederate chiefs from foreign lands! What entrance here can cumbrous chariots find. And great à neas. This counsel pleased: the godlike Hector sprung Swift from his seat. Each quits his car.

Unhappy hero! and advised in vain. before the wall they rise. Forth from the portals rush'd the intrepid pair. and protect the ground. and every aid. Till some wide wound lets out their mighty soul. in front appear. As two tall oaks. This Polypoetes. And Greece tumultuous from her towers descend. and so the shock they stand Of raging Asius. Acamas. Swift through the wall their horse and chariots pass'd. with fire their eye-balls roll. great Perithous' heir. Those wheels returning ne'er shall mark the plain. Even when they saw Troy's sable troops impend. And root the shrubs. and defend the wall. High on the hills appears their stately form. To guard their navies. Beneath the low-hung clouds the sheets of snow . They gnash their tusks. So two wild boars spring furious from their den. Around their heads the whistling javelins sung. and lay the forest bare. While every Trojan thus. and stood themselves the war. Roused with the cries of dogs and voice of men. their heads amidst the skies: Whose spreading arms with leafy honours crown'd. and brings The dreary winter on his frozen wings. while yet the Grecian powers Maintain'd the walls. he flies: His following host with clamours rend the skies: To plunge the Grecians headlong in the main. And OEnomaus and Thoon close the rear: In vain their clamours shake the ambient fields. Fierce was the fight. Who from the Lapiths' warlike race descend. The fearless brothers on the Grecians call. confiding in his car. The gates half-open'd to receive the last. On every side the crackling trees they tear. Their roots in earth. The advice of wise Polydamas obey'd. And that Leonteus. Asius alone. like the god of war. exulting in his force. Orestes. but all their hopes were vain! To guard the gates. Forbid the tempest. In vain around them beat their hollow shields. And their deep roots for ever brave the storm. And great Idomeneus shall boast thy fall! Fierce to the left he drives. Thither. And see the Grecians gasping at their feet. And stones and darts in mingled tempests fly. Such their proud hopes. and his furious band. His vaunted coursers urged to meet the war. As when sharp Boreas blows abroad. With sounding strokes their brazen targets rung. So graceful these. where from the plain The flying Grecians strove their ships to gain. and mann'd the lofty towers: To save their fleet their last efforts they try.Already in their hopes they fire the fleet. two mighty chiefs attend. No more those coursers with triumphant joy Restore their master to the gates of Troy! Black death attends behind the Grecian wall. Opposed their breasts.

Nor moved great Jove's unalterable mind. Darkening the rock. And all the gates sustain'd an equal tide. Their martial fury in their wonder lost. By Heaven alarm'd. And round him rose a monument of dead. confiding in despair. by Polypoetes' steel. by prodigies amazed: A signal omen stopp'd the passing host. as through the ranks he broke. and fate pursued the stroke: Iamenus. The falchion struck. The blaze of flames. fell. . and this her fatal hour? But like when wasps from hollow crannies drive. and sing with fire! While Greece unconquer'd kept alive the war. And the deaf echo rattles round the fields. Meantime. and infix their stings. Then sudden waved his unresisted sword: Antiphates. And wrap in rolling flames the fleet and wall. Repel an army. A race determined. With shame repulsed. with grief and fury driven. First through the belt Hippomachus he gored. that to death contend: So fierce these Greeks their last retreats defend. These on the farther bank now stood and gazed. and whiten all the fields below: So fast the darts on either army pour. The spirit of a god my breast inspire. tremendous now no more! Next Ormenus and Pylon yield their breath: Nor less Leonteus strews the field with death. A bleeding serpent of enormous size. and can Jove deceive? What man could doubt but Troy's victorious power Should humble Greece. Through the long walls the stony showers were heard. the flash of arms appear'd. So down the rampires rolls the rocky shower: Heavy. Even yet the dauntless Lapithae maintain The dreadful pass. Secure of death. the bravest of the Trojan crew. while with unwearied wings They strike the assailants. To raise each act to life. bled. With unassisting arms deplored the day.Descend. Jove's bird on sounding pinions beat the skies. pursue. Pierced through his helmet's brazen visor. Gods! shall two warriors only guard their gates. The weapon drank the mingled brains and gore! The warrior sinks. resound the batter'd shields. And all her guardian gods. in deep dismay. Menon. To guard the entrance of their common hive. Orestes. The frantic Asius thus accuses Heaven: "In powers immortal who shall now believe? Can those too flatter. and round them heap the slain. Bold Hector and Polydamas. To godlike Hector and his matchless might Was owed the glory of the destined fight. and thick. First Damasus. Like deeds of arms through all the forts were tried. Fierce with impatience on the works to fall. and defraud the fates?" These empty accents mingled with the wind.

for thou canst be a slave. pale with terror. and fiercer. in war. nor may my words be vain! Seek not this day the Grecian ships to gain. He stung the bird. For sure. While I the dictates of high heaven obey. More woes shall follow. To speak his thoughts is every freeman's right. Yet should the fears that wary mind suggests Spread their cold poison through our soldiers' breasts. and curling round. Thus. And asks no omen but his country's cause. deferring to thy sway. For words well meant. Sure heaven resumes the little sense it lent. though we gird with fires the Grecian fleet. and rends the heaven with cries: Amidst the host the fallen serpent lies. Without a sign his sword the brave man draws. Trust thy own cowardice to escape their fire. the will reveal'd of Jove? The leading sign. and more heroes bleed. and bids me thus advise. whose sinister flight Retards our host. But thou canst live. . and sentiments sincere? True to those counsels which I judge the best. For thus a skilful seer would read the skies. thy reproach I bear. Troy and her sons may find a general grave. Floats on the winds. whose throat received the wound: Mad with the smart. as none promotes it less: Though all our chiefs amidst yon ships expire. he drops the fatal prey." To him then Hector with disdain return'd: (Fierce as he spoke. the irrevocable nod. But why should'st thou suspect the war's success? None fears it more. and guide my wavering mind By wandering birds that flit with every wind? Ye vagrants of the sky! your wings extend. mark its spires unroll'd. alive. Toils unforeseen. And thus my mind explains its clear event: The victor eagle. In airy circles wings his painful way. Allow'd to seize. Though these proud bulwalks tumble at our feet. I tell the faithful dictates of my breast. his eyes with fury burn'd:) "Are these the faithful counsels of thy tongue? Thy will is partial. to warn us. These shall I slight. my brother. not thy reason wrong: Or if the purpose of thy heart thou vent. They. And Jove's portent with beating hearts behold. And all I move. unheeded take your way. Dismiss'd his conquest in the middle skies. Then first Polydamas the silence broke. And happy thunders of the favouring god. Then hear my words.His talons truss'd. Long weigh'd the signal. or where descend. Or where the suns arise. to left. In peace. Jove his omen sent. To right. and in fight. and fills our hearts with fright. in council. But tends to raise that power which I obey. and to Hector spoke: "How oft. are decreed. So bodes my soul. but not possess the prize. What coward counsels would thy madness move Against the word.

praise. rushing to the wall. and the gates to rend: Nor Troy could conquer. and those who faint. Threats urge the fearful. but sally from the wall. Calls on his host. And gives great Hector the predestined day. not safety. Shield touching shield. With ardour follow where their leader flies: Redoubling clamours thunder in the skies. rain below." Furious he spoke. his host obey the call. and warm the cold. Till great Sarpedon tower'd amid the field. And the white ruin rises o'er the plain. Upheaved the piles that prop the solid wall. and bids the skies to sleep. incessant. Behold a day when each may act his part! A day to fire the brave. In vain the mounds and massy beams defend. and those they rend. Urge those who stand. And heaps on heaps the smoky ruins fall. And now the stones descend in heavier showers. and the valiant. Close to the works their rigid siege they laid. And you. He fills the Greeks with terror and dismay. Thus godlike Hector and his troops contend To force the ramparts. and then the sandy shore. Drink the dissolving fleeces as they fall: So from each side increased the stony rain. Conquest. nor the Greeks would yield. fill the thoughts of all. "Fellows in arms! whose deeds are known to fame." Their ardour kindles all the Grecian powers. or augment the old. a long refulgent row.My javelin can revenge so base a part. And rouse. And first the mountain-tops are cover'd o'er. . Then the green fields. And one bright waste hides all the works of men: The circling seas. Greece on her ramparts stands the fierce alarms. with flame divine. Seek not your fleet. In winter's bleak un comfortable reign. A snowy inundation hides the plain. And drifts of dust the clouded navy hide. And opes his cloudy magazine of storms. alone absorbing all. Then pours the silent tempest thick and deep. excite. Bent with the weight. whose ardour hopes an equal name! Since not alike endued with force or art. Strong in themselves. and. The generous impulse every Greek obeys. The crowded bulwarks blaze with waving arms. Drown Hector's vaunts in loud exhorts of fight. but stronger in his aid. Jove breathes a whirlwind from the hills of Ide. The bold Ajaces fly from tower to tower. He stills the winds. And free the soul that quivers in thy heart. So Jove once more may drive their routed train. And Troy lie trembling in her walls again. While these they undermine. Whence hissing darts. As when high Jove his sharp artillery forms. the nodding woods are seen. the Grecian power. To gain new glories.

as the first in place. and stern disdain: In vain loud mastiffs bay him from afar. Disease. divine Sarpedon glows With generous rage that drives him on the foes. Admired as heroes. and rouse the warrior's fire. alas! ignoble age must come. Rush to the foe. which others pay. furious. But since. he pursues his way. Ponderous with brass.For mighty Jove inspired with martial flame His matchless son. Such. and death's inexorable doom The life. the dignity they give to grace. his words the listening chief inspire With equal warmth. deserve the sovereign state. and leads his Lycian bands. or glory give!" He said. Then casting on his friend an ardent look. and urged him on to fame. He views the towers. and meditates their fall. And hills where vines their purple harvest yield. Within whose orb the thick bull-hides were roll'd. And vindicate the bounteous powers above? 'Tis ours. thus he spoke: "Why boast we. The troops pursue their leaders with delight. from the mountain's brow Descends a lion on the flocks below. Regardless. let us bestow. That when with wondering eyes our martial bands Behold our deeds transcending our commands.(226) Where Xanthus' streams enrich the Lycian plain. Our foaming bowls with purer nectar crown'd. Menestheus from on high the storm beheld Threatening the fort. In arms he shines. Whom those that envy dare not imitate! Could all our care elude the gloomy grave. In sullen majesty. Fired with the thirst of glory. . So stalks the lordly savage o'er the plain. So press'd with hunger. The first in valour. Which claims no less the fearful and the brave. And bears aloft his ample shield in air. And give to fame what we to nature owe. Or let us glory gain. to view from far What aid appear'd to avert the approaching war. and as gods obey'd. he roars. He foams. Glaucus! our extended reign. Our feasts enhanced with music's sprightly sound? Why on those shores are we with joy survey'd. For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields. Unless great acts superior merit prove. And shepherds gall him with an iron war. and claim the promised fight. nor urge thy soul to war. Our numerous herds that range the fruitful field. and bound with ductile gold: And while two pointed javelins arm his hands. Brave though we fall. and blackening in the field: Around the walls he gazed. they may cry. Resolved alike. Majestic moves along. he rends the panting prey. To sure destruction dooms the aspiring wall. and honour'd if we live. conspicuous from afar.

the walls resound. To you I trust the fortune of the field. united. Sarpedon's friend. through the martial throng. The ponderous ruin crush'd his batter'd crown." Straight to the fort great Ajax turn'd his care. Fierce Ajax first the advancing host invades. At least. Their strength.And saw where Teucer with the Ajaces stood. And finds the heroes bathed in sweat and gore. and repel the foe. their utmost force unite. and repel the foe. Whose fatal bow the strong Pandion bore. and labour'd up the sky. Like some black tempest gathering round the towers: The Greeks. In vain he calls. "Ye valiant leaders of our warlike bands! Your aid (said Thoos) Peteus' son demands. the foes contend. But if too fiercely. roar the mountains. Heaven trembles. The brazen hinges fly. And Teucer haste with his unerring bow To share the danger. then toss'd on high. prodigal of blood. best may help to bear The bloody labours of the doubtful war: Thither the Lycian princes bend their course. Till by this arm the foe shall be repell'd: That done. Across the warrior's way. With equal steps bold Teucer press'd the shore. In modern ages not the strongest swain Could heave the unwieldy burden from the plain: He poised. Full on the Lycian's helmet thundering down. a rocky fragment lay. And thus bespoke his brothers of the war: "Now. The best and bravest of the hostile force. at the word. Opposed in combat on the dusty shore. But if too fiercely there the foes contend. mix'd shouts and groans arise. Of fight insatiate. High on the walls appear'd the Lycian powers. oppress'd. at least. the din of helms and shields Rings to the skies. Your strength. And sends the brave Epicles to the shades. brave Oileus. best may help to bear The bloody labours of the doubtful war: Hither the Lycian princes bend their course. here. Prepared to labour in the unequal fight: The war renews. Rent from the walls. united. and swung it round. and echoes through the fields. expect me to complete the day Then with his sevenfold shield he strode away. And urge the bold Ajaces to our aid. prove your force in fight. Let Telamon. thunders all the ground Then thus to Thoos: "Hence with speed (he said). As skilful divers from some airy steep . Tumultuous clamour mounts. It flew with force. And. valiant Lycomede! exert your might. And Teucer haste with his unerring bow To share the danger." Swift. the herald speeds along The lofty ramparts. and thickens in the skies. The best and bravest of the hostile force. our towers defend. let Telamon those towers defend.

While to the ramparts daring Glaucus drew. . The bearded shaft the destined passage found. and. and shoot into the deep. leaping from his height Retired reluctant from the unfinish'd fight. He springs to fight. The rolling ruins smoke along the field. Swift to the battlement the victor flies. Their manly breasts are pierced with many a wound. Deep in his breast he plunged the pointed steel. One foot. To shield his offspring. A mighty breach appears. not meditating flight. Then raised with hope. but your chief in vain Attempts alone the guarded pass to gain: Unite. of the contended field. They tug. Conceal'd the wound. Divine Sarpedon with regret beheld Disabled Glaucus slowly quit the field. Nor the bold Lycians force the Grecian towers. Nor these can keep. nor yield. pursued by gushing streams of gore: Down sinks the warrior with a thundering sound. who fear'd some foe's insulting boast Might stop the progress of his warlike host. and severer fight. nor those can win the wall. His fainting squadrons to new fury warms. Nor could the Greeks repel the Lycian powers. they sweat. and every nerve applies: It shakes. And fix'd support the weight of all the war. And on his naked arm inflicts a wound. rushes in the war. Then from the yawning wound with fury tore The spear. and avert his fate. but neither gain. As on the confines of adjoining grounds. like a deluge. Two stubborn swains with blows dispute their bounds." This just rebuke inflamed the Lycian crew. and the assault renew: Unmoved the embodied Greeks their fury dare. The chief. His brazen armour rings against the ground. then in groans expires. and soon that hostile fleet shall fall: The force of powerful union conquers all. The prince gave back. and flies upon the foes. they fall. And murmuring to the shades the soul retires. and rattling arms resound. Alcmaon first was doom'd his force to feel.Headlong descend. But urging vengeance. They join. ye Lycians. one inch. At once bold Teucer draws the twanging bow. they thicken. And through his buckler drove the trembling wood. the walls lie bare. But Jove was present in the dire debate. and fired with glory's charms. the ponderous stones disjointed yield. From Teucer's hand a winged arrow flew. Thus obstinate to death. is the strength you boast? Your former fame and ancient virtue lost! The breach lies open. Fix'd in his belt the feather'd weapon stood. "O where. they fight. His beating breast with generous ardour glows. Tugs with full force. Loud strokes are heard. And. And Ajax sends his javelin at the foe. So falls Epicles.

they tremble. He moves a god. With fates prevailing.] GREEK ALTAR. And the high ramparts drip with human gore. A ponderous stone bold Hector heaved to throw. and they fly. THE FOURTH BATTLE CONTINUED. and all the rising host appears. from the crackling door Leap the resounding bars. The folds are shatter'd. Haste to the fleet. A tide of Trojans flows. IN WHICH NEPTUNE ASSISTS THE GREEKS: THE ACTS .The copious slaughter covers all the shore. before the folded gates he came. gathering at his call. Then pouring after. Thus arm'd. turn'd the scale of fight. Of massy substance. through the gaping space. For Jove upheld. till Hector's matchless might. With iron bars and brazen hinges strong. The Greeks behold. As when two scales are charged with doubtful loads. ARGUMENT. as easy as a swain could bear The snowy fleece. [Illustration: GREEK ALTAR. the solid beams give way. And seems a match for more than mortal force. Drives the sharp rock. nor that. descends:(227) So stood the war. On lofty beams of solid timber hung: Then thundering through the planks with forceful sway. And fires his host with loud repeated cries. Raise scaling engines. they run. the resting beam suspends Each equal weight. the furious chief appears. And from his eye-balls flash'd the living flame. Now rushing in. From side to side the trembling balance nods. and lighten'd of its load The unwieldy rock. The shore is heap'd with death. resistless in his course. and tumult rends the sky. and fills the place. and toss the blazing brands!" They hear. Such men as live in these degenerate days: Yet this. the flying hinges roar. "Advance. Fierce as a whirlwind up the walls he flies. ye Trojans! lend your valiant hands. and rough and gross below: Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise. Pointed above. With nice exactness weighs her woolly store. the labour of a god. and ascend the wall: Around the works a wood of glittering spears Shoots up. and stupendous frame. and shook in air.) Till poised aloft. he toss'd. just and poor. BOOK XIII. nor this. Gloomy as night! and shakes two shining spears:(228) A dreadful gleam from his bright armour came. (While some laborious matron. and.

Menelaus wounds Helenus. Idomeneus signalizes his courage above the rest. There. and Alcathous: Deiphobus and à neas march against him. and dying men: No aid. encourages the other Greeks who had retired to their vessels. he kills Othryoneus. While his high law suspends the powers of Heaven. The eight-and-twentieth day still continues. And where the far-famed Hippomolgian strays. (who had entered the gate near the station of the Ajaces. He sat. The Ajaces form their troops in a close phalanx. Renown'd for justice and for length of days. innoxious. from the crystal chambers of the main Emerged. Fierce as he pass'd. losing his spear in the encounter. seek their simple food: Jove sees delighted. The forest shakes. Meantime the monarch of the watery main Observed the Thunderer. And felt the footsteps of the immortal god. Polydamas advises to call a council of war: Hector approves of his advice. earth trembled as he trod. The scene is between the Grecian wall and the sea-shore. The Trojans are repulsed on the left wing. who return together to the battle. From realm to realm three ample strides he took. In Samothracia. he deems. till. Several deeds of valour are performed. innocent of blood. Meriones. being galled by the Locrian slingers and archers. the distant à gae shook. to either host is given. rejoins Polydamas. and renews the attack. at the fourth. with grief and fury stung. From milk. meets Ajax again. Neptune. and round him cast his azure eyes Where Ida's misty tops confusedly rise. the lofty mountains nod.) assumes the shape of Calchas. Hector still keeps his ground against the Ajaces. Far in the bay his shining palace stands. concerned for the loss of the Grecians. nor observed in vain. repairs to seek another at the tent of Idomeneus: this occasions a conversation between those two warriors.OF IDOMENEUS. Below.(229) Thrice happy race! that. and mourn'd his Argives slain. and inspires those heroes to oppose him: then. and put a stop to Hector and the Trojans. he sat. And. He left them to the fates. upon seeing the fortification forced by Hector. And hardy Thracians tame the savage horse. but goes first to rally the Trojans. Whose waving woods o'erhung the deeps below. Then turn'd to Thracia from the field of fight Those eyes that shed insufferable light. and avoids the scene Of guilty Troy. Prone down the rocky steep he rush'd along. of arms. in the form of one of the generals. fair Ilion's glittering spires were seen. and kills Pisander. in bloody fray To toil and struggle through the well-fought day. At Jove incensed. The crowded ships and sable seas between. To where the Mysians prove their martial force. upbraids Paris. Asius. and at length Idomeneus retires. Eternal frame! not raised by mortal hands: . When now the Thunderer on the sea-beat coast Had fix'd great Hector and his conquering host. on a mountain's brow.

this part o'erthrown. Flight. the golden scourge applies. On other works though Troy with fury fall. The god whose earthquakes rock the solid ground. Such his loud voice. Breathe in your hearts.] NEPTUNE RISING FROM THE SEA. Deep in the liquid regions lies a cave. [Illustration: NEPTUNE RISING FROM THE SEA. Immortal arms of adamant and gold. Her strength were vain. I dread for you alone: Here Hector rages like the force of fire. Between where Tenedos the surges lave. and Jove's own aid. rising from the seas profound. The wondering waters leave his axle dry. Now wears a mortal form. her threaten'd fleet maintain: And Hector's force. And heavy whales in awkward measures play. if you cease to fear. more than shameful. as Hector rush'd along: To the loud tumult and the barbarous cry The heavens re-echo. And rocky Imbrus breaks the rolling wave: There the great ruler of the azure round Stopp'd his swift chariot. and owns the monarch of the main. Refulgent arms his mighty limbs infold. And pour her armies o'er our batter'd wall: There Greece has strength: but this. Fleet as the winds. Embattled roll'd. Infrangible. his brass-hoof'd steeds he reins. be vain. But Neptune. all our hopes to raise: Oh recollect your ancient worth and praise! 'Tis yours to save us. His shouts incessant every Greek inspire. immortal: there they stay: The father of the floods pursues his way: Where. and such his manly mien. Fed with ambrosial herbage from his hand. And in their hopes the fleets already flame. and the shores reply: They vow destruction to the Grecian name. He sits superior." . adding fire to fire. and the chariot flies: His whirling wheels the glassy surface sweep. and calls high Jove his sire: If yet some heavenly power your breast excite. darkening heaven around. "'Tis yours. in a gloomy throng. and deck'd with golden manes. The impatient Trojans. O warriors. The sea subsiding spreads a level plain. and string your arms to fight. Greece yet may live. Exults. Vaunts of his gods. is destructive here. The enormous monsters rolling o'er the deep Gambol around him on the watery way. But most the Ajaces. And link'd their fetlocks with a golden band. Or fiery deluge that devours the ground. like Calchas seen. and his steeds unbound. like a tempest.This having reach'd. He mounts the car. The parting waves before his coursers fly.

Forth-springing instant. Unseen. Then stern Peneleus rises to the fight. some god in human form Favouring descends. and you. in arms renown'd. His own bright evidence reveals a god. I saw the power appear: I mark'd his parting. and swells their daring hearts. not their own. my friend. and thus to Telamon: "Some god. and this their fatal hour. Thoas. While thus the god the martial fire awakes: "Oh lasting infamy. Who. The inspiring god Oileus' active son Perceived the first. Deipyrus. and her navy free: Ah. shakes the dart. Last Nestor's son the same bold ardour takes. And swarms victorious o'er their yielding walls: Trembling before the impending storm they lie. Teucer and Leitus first his words excite. New rising spirits all my force alarm. till this amazing day! Fly we at length from Troy's oft-conquer'd bands? And falls our fleet by such inglorious hands? A rout undisciplined. Neptune meanwhile the routed Greeks inspired. Lift each impatient limb. Heavens! what a prodigy these eyes survey. The wide horizon shut him from their view. breathless. and my bosom burns. Shoots on the wing. methinks. And one black day clouds all her former fame. and brace my arm.Then with his sceptre. While tears of rage stand burning in their eye. and manly race! I trusted in the gods. Greece sunk they thought. while Troy to conquest calls. and steel'd their manly souls: Strength. that the deep controls. . And seem to walk on wings. and the steps he trod. Pant in the ships. as a falcon from the rocky height. and fortifies my heart: Singly. This ready arm." Full of the god that urged their burning breast. and skims along the sky: Such. Her quarry seen. and wills to stand the storm. The blood pours back. pale. the power of ocean flew. Short as he turned. Even now some energy divine I share. oh dire disgrace To chiefs of vigorous youth. to see Brave Greece victorious. with length of labours tired. yon towering chief I meet. The heroes thus their mutual warmth express'd. But breathe new courage as they feel the power. unthinking. And Merion next. He touch'd the chiefs. darts herself from high. the touch divine imparts. unthought. Not Calchas this. Prompts their light limbs. Then. a straggling train. and tread in air!" "With equal ardour (Telamon returns) My soul is kindled. impetuous at the sight. the venerable seer. the impulsive fury found. And stretch the dreadful Hector at my feet. no--the glorious combat you disclaim. and so swift.

Think. with fury borne. Thus breathing death. (Which from the stubborn stone a torrent rends. and life the price? 'Tis not your cause. this battle. a fate more vile. the appointed shore: Hark! the gates burst. Whirls. As from some mountain's craggy forehead torn. At every shock the crackling wood resounds. Their brandish'd lances at each motion blaze. resolved as fate. As when an earthquake stirs the nodding grove. firm. who prizes fame or breath. And listening armies catch the godlike fire.(230) . lo! the fated time. and subdue! on dastards dead to fame I waste no anger. involve your ships in flame? A change so shameful. impetuous to the plain: There stops--so Hector. Like frighted fawns from hill to hill pursued. what cause has wrought? The soldiers' baseness. the spot. Or had the god of war inclined his eyes. say. so disposed their fight. and shields in shields. and man drove man along. leaps.) Precipitate the ponderous mass descends: From steep to steep the rolling ruin bounds. on targets targets throng. An iron scene gleams dreadful o'er the fields. The floating plumes unnumber'd wave above. On endless infamy. A day more black. if your king's unjust? Prevent this evil. Let each reflect. the flower of all our host. A rock's round fragment flies. The god of war had own'd a just surprise. for they feel no shame: But you. With well-ranged squadrons strongly circled round: So close their order. And levell'd at the skies with pointing rays. or the general's fault? Fools! will ye perish for your leader's vice. Spears lean on spears. Their whole force he proved. all you lose. and Hector first of Troy. and your country save: Small thought retrieves the spirits of the brave. Helms stuck to helms. Must you be cowards. My heart weeps blood to see your glory lost! Nor deem this day. A chosen phalanx. Grant that our chief offend through rage or lust. and thunders down. Achilles' injured fame: Another's is the crime. it smokes. the brazen barriers roar! Impetuous Hector thunders at the wall. Still gathering force. the pride." These words the Grecians' fainting hearts inspire. Invade your camps. and urged amain. The hour. ensues. Troy charged the first. The close compacted legions urged their way: Fierce they drove on. impatient to destroy. to conquer. Fix'd at his post was each bold Ajax found. in terrible array. The purchase infamy. Descending Hector and his battle wait. so late who trembled at your name. or to fall.Not born to glories of the dusty plain. on instant death: For. but yours the shame. Armour in armour lock'd. As Pallas' self might view with fix'd delight. A prey to every savage of the wood: Shall these.

and. embattled like a tower. his clanging arms resound. The Greek. On him the war is bent. Forth march'd Deiphobus. By Teucer's arm the warlike Imbrius bleeds. Then Teucer rushing to despoil the dead. On the raised orb to distance bore the spear. and his race divine! Prostrate he falls." He said. Him Teucer pierced between the throat and ear: He groans beneath the Telamonian spear. Full on the shield's round boss the weapon rung. and that black array: Stand. The youth had dwelt. And soils its verdant tresses on the ground. unmoved. remote from war's alarms. nor from his stand retires. And all their falchions wave around his head: Repulsed he stands. and pierced Amphimachus's heart. he came. the fruit of Priam's ravish'd joy. So falls the youth. touch'd with timely fear. Then to the ships with surly speed he went. The Trojan warrior. and shunn'd the death. To seize his beamy helm the victor flies. held Before his wary steps his ample shield. To seek a surer javelin in his tent. He lived. of Neptune's forceful line. From Hector's hand a shining javelin fled: He saw. and the clamour grows. And blest in bright Medesicaste's arms: (This nymph. In fair Pedaeus' verdant pastures bred. And just had fastened on the dazzling prize. beloved and honour'd as his own. and sparkled in the sand. the forceful dart Sung on. Allied the warrior to the house of Troy:) To Troy. Vain was his courage. And match'd the bravest of her chiefs in fame: With Priam's sons. this arm shall make your way Through yon square body. When Ajax' manly arm a javelin flung. mourn'd his frustrate blow. The point broke short. Ere yet to Troy the sons of Greece were led. Bold Merion aim'd a stroke (nor aim'd it wide). The first of gods. For he that Juno's heavenly bosom warms. Subdued by steel. and my spear shall rout their scattering power. Strong as they seem. when glory call'd his arms. But with repeated shouts his army fires. Cteatus' son. the darts are shed. his arms the fall resound. The tumult thickens. but. a tall ash tumbles down. And cursed the treacherous lance that spared a foe. rich in generous steeds. The son of Mentor. But pierced not through: unfaithful to his hand. "Trojans! be firm. The glittering javelin pierced the tough bull-hide. this day inspires our arms. . retreating. And his broad buckler thunders on the ground. marching. and roused the soul in every breast: Urged with desire of fame. a guardian of the throne. As from some far-seen mountain's airy crown. beyond the rest. when he stopp'd. Meanwhile with rising rage the battle glows.Resistless when he raged.

Secure in mail. And his sad comrades from the battle bore. and bear off the slain. He finds the lance-famed Idomen of Crete. That far. Repulsed he yields. and proud Ilion lost?" To whom the king: "On Greece no blame be thrown. (Stichius the brave. now perform thy best. Two. And Pleuron's chalky cliffs emblaze the skies: "Where's now the imperious vaunt. The god of ocean. he issued from his tent Fierce for the fight: to whom the god begun. In Thoas' voice. a slaughter'd fawn. the chief: great Ajax from the dead Strips his bright arms. And sprinkling all the shrubs with drops of blood. Imbrius remains the fierce Ajaces' prize. His pensive brow the generous care express'd With which a wounded soldier touch'd his breast. Snatch'd from devouring hounds. Andraemon's valiant son. nor more was doom'd to feel. the victor Greeks obtain The spoils contested. Arms are her trade. Together let us battle on the plain. And breathes destruction on the Trojan bands. And pierced with sorrow for his grandson slain.) Deplored Amphimachus." Thus he: and thus the god whose force can make The solid globe's eternal basis shake: "Ah! never may he see his native land. Who ruled where Calydon's white rocks arise. Swift as a whirlwind rushing to the fleet. Nor dares to combat on this signal day! For this. So these. But ours. still prone to lend Or arms or counsels. And what thou canst not singly.He felt the shock. the bravest have confess'd in fight. And urge thy soul to rival acts with mine. Inspires the Grecian hearts. fired with stern disdain. In their fell jaws high-lifting through the wood. nor even this succour vain: Not vain the weakest. Who seeks ignobly in his ships to stay. behold! in horrid arms I shine. if their force unite. But feed the vultures on this hateful strand. sad object! lies. At Hector's feet the gory visage lay. Between the leaders of the Athenian line. and war is all her own. Menestheus the divine. Whom in the chance of war a javelin tore. Him to the surgeons of the camp he sent: That office paid. Oileus lops his head: Toss'd like a ball. far distant from our native home Wills us to fall inglorious! Oh. and sheath'd in shining steel. confirms their hands. Of Greece victorious. alas! and Jove's all-powerful doom. Her hardy heroes from the well-fought plains Nor fear withholds. As two grim lions bear across the lawn. not the worst. urge the rest. the daring boast. my friend! Once foremost in the fight. and whirl'd in air away." . nor shameful sloth detains: 'Tis heaven.

Him." "Nor vain (said Merion) are our martial toils.) That shed a lustre round the illumined wall. kindling all the skies. nor aim the uncertain spear. my soul abhors to stay. Yet hand to hand I fight. And glows with prospects of th' approaching day. Which to pale man the wrath of heaven declares. And thence these trophies. he rushes where the combat burns. (and Trojan lances all. and these arms I gain.This said. in every art of battle skill'd. and unconquer'd might: And were some ambush for the foes design'd. The fear of each. still the same. stands confess'd. He shifts his place: his colour comes and goes: A dropping sweat creeps cold on every part. Like lightning bursting from the arm of Jove. as the monarch flash'd along." To whom the Cretan: "Enter. Swift to his tent the Cretan king returns: From thence. I fight conspicuous in the van of war. the pale coward shows. or valour. And high-hung spears. Or bleeds my friend by some unhappy wound? Inglorious here. Fierce on the foe the impetuous hero drove. What holds thy courage from so brave a field? On some important message art thou bound. And clad in arms that lighten'd all the strand. . This speaks my grief: this headless lance I wield. near his tent. The rest lies rooted in a Trojan shield. Meriones attends. From pole to pole the trail of glory flies: Thus his bright armour o'er the dazzled throng Gleam'd dreadful. Nor trust the dart." "O prince! (Meriones replies) whose care Leads forth the embattled sons of Crete to war. Spears I have store. With chattering teeth he stands. those my tent can give. and see on heaps the helmets roll'd. And looks a bloodless image of despair! Not so the brave--still dauntless. Terror and death in his wild eye-balls stare. no firmness. and receive The wonted weapons. and spoil the slain. and shields that flame with gold. disdainful of the distant war. whence distant far." To this. Whom thus he questions: "Ever best of friends! O say. singled from the rest. Against his bosom beats his quivering heart. Though I. What need I more? If any Greek there be Who knows not Merion. Enter. I appeal to thee. In streamy sparkles. We too can boast of no ignoble spoils: But those my ship contains. two javelins glittering in his hand. and stiffening hair. Idomeneus: "The fields of fight Have proved thy valour. Or terrifies the offending world with wars. Even there thy courage would not lag behind: In that sharp service. No force.

Those wounds were glorious all. his bolts to shed. And fix'd his soul.Unchanged his colour. And lay the strength of tyrants on the ground: From Thrace they fly. Fierce as the god of battles. And gallant Teucer deals destruction there. Whom Ajax fells not on the ensanguined ground. 'Tis but the wish to strike before the rest. the navy fears no flame. Such as may teach. and unmoved his frame: Composed his thought. murderous rout to those. or with glory die." "Not in the centre (Idomen replied:) Our ablest chieftains the main battle guide. These can the rage of haughty Hector tame: Safe in their arms. Nor feed like mortals on the fruits of earth. Excell'd alone in swiftness in the course. Or bear close battle on the sounding shield. (The wide destroyer of the race of man. So Mars armipotent invades the plain." He said: and Merion to th' appointed place. Him neither rocks can crush. Skill'd or with shafts to gall the distant field. and Ephyrian arms. and enormous force. determined is his eye. The pride of haughty warriors to confound. 'twas still thy brave delight T'oppose thy bosom where thy foremost fight. attends his course. And hurl the blazing ruin at our head. nor steel can wound. Great must he be. cold to honour's charms. Invoked by both. And their bright arms shot horror o'er the plain.) Terror. Arm'd with stern boldness. In standing fight he mates Achilles' force. And live with glory. to conquer or to die: If aught disturb the tenour of his breast. Stand we to talk. and all before. urged his pace. "In such assays thy blameless worth is known. So march'd the leaders of the Cretan train. breathing slaughter. Or combat in the centre of the fight? Or to the left our wonted succour lend? Hazard and fame all parts alike attend. call'd to the dire alarms Of warring Phlegyans. Soon as the foe the shining chiefs beheld Rush like a fiery torrent o'er the field. when glory calls to arms? Go--from my conquer'd spears the choicest take." Swift at the word bold Merion snatch'd a spear And. Then to the left our ready arms apply. Till Jove himself descends. Each godlike Ajax makes that post his care. And every art of dangerous war thy own. follow'd to the war. To these glad conquest. his best-beloved son. And to their owners send them nobly back. But why. like infants. of more than human birth. . relentless they dispose. Then first spake Merion: "Shall we join the right. By chance of fight whatever wounds you bore.

and. These powers enfold the Greek and Trojan train In war and discord's adamantine chain. with boasts of power. of one ethereal race. And the dry fields are lifted to the skies: Thus by despair. the Cretan javelin found. For such an aid what will not Argos give? To conquer Troy. Dire was the gleam of breastplates. His arms resounded as the boaster fell. The field he measured with a larger stride. The great Idomeneus bestrides the dead. "And thus (he cries) behold thy promise sped! Such is the help thy arms to Ilion bring. and grown in combats grey. . supremely wise. rising from his azure main. hope. helms. Met the black hosts. darken'd heaven. or gods. Gods of one source. Indissolubly strong: the fatal tie Is stretch'd on both. First by his hand Othryoneus was slain. illustrious prince! receive. And breathed revenge. But Jove the greater. Him as he stalk'd. with ours thy forces join. Call'd by the voice of war to martial fame. Saturn's great sons in fierce contention vied. Meantime. and of the imagined bride. The rising combat sounds along the shore. But touch'd with joy the bosoms of the brave. The king consented. but the fates refused. Proud of himself. And count Atrides' fairest daughter thine. Neptune in human form conceal'd his aid. Alike divine. As warring winds. and heaven their native place. in Sirius' sultry reign. The bold Idomeneus controls the day. of Jove's superior might afraid. From high Cabesus' distant walls he came. And polish'd arms emblazed the flaming fields: Tremendous scene! that general horror gave. meeting. And crowds of heroes in their anger died. While Neptune. and close compell'd they die. And more than men. And such the contract of the Phrygian king! Our offers now. he plunged to hell. Bristled with upright spears. The king consented. together driven. Swell'd with false hopes. with mad ambition vain. Dreadful in arms.Their force embodied in a tide they pour. On every side the dusty whirlwinds rise. And promised conquest was the proffer'd dower. first-born of the skies. Vain was his breastplate to repel the wound: His dream of glory lost. The sire of earth and heaven. For this. by Thetis won To crown with glory Peleus' godlike son. rage. Warr'd on the king of heaven with stern disdain. and shields. Will'd not destruction to the Grecian powers. But spared awhile the destined Trojan towers. All dreadful glared the iron face of war. on further methods to advise. Cassandra's love he sought. that flash'd afar. and fired the Grecian train. by his vaunts abused. From different quarters sweep the sandy plain.

Full on his throat discharged the forceful spear: Beneath the chin the point was seen to glide. he pants beneath The stately car. Deprived of motion. There hear what Greece has on her part to say. Or find some foe. or poplar tall. to his squire consign'd. O'er his safe head the javelin idly sung. and. with force. lamented Asius lies: For thee. This mate shall joy thy melancholy shade. Beneath the spacious targe. with many a wound. but Nestor's son the most. stiff with stupid fear.) He lay collected in defensive shade. The Cretan saw. The wary Cretan. at the haughty boast. and labours out his breath. Touch'd every Greek. stooping. Resolved to perish in his country's cause. Even then the spear the vigorous arm confess'd. On his raised arm by two strong braces stay'd." Heart-piercing anguish. Deiphobus drew nigh. Thus Asius' steeds (their mighty master gone) Remain the prize of Nestor's youthful son. But falls transfix'd. Then spreads a length of ruin o'er the ground: So sunk proud Asius in that dreadful day. Groans to the oft-heaved axe. nor turns the steeds away. to the ground it bore The chief. obliquely. follow to the fleet thy new allies. Stands all aghast his trembling charioteer. (a blazing round. And pierced. And made.Come. Impatient panted on his neck behind:) To vengeance rising with a sudden spring. And on the tinkling verge more faintly rung. And. fit mast for some great admiral. unable to contain. and dragg'd the gory corse away. his pious arms attend. This Asius view'd. He hoped the conquest of the Cretan king. extant at the further side." He spoke. through hell's black portals stand display'd. Stabb'd at the sight. And glitter'd. And his broad buckler shields his slaughter'd friend: Till sad Mecistheus and Alastor bore His honour'd body to the tented shore. the vengeful weapon fly. As when the mountain-oak. Before his chariot warring on the plain: (His crowded coursers. king Hypsenor's breast: Warm'd in his liver. his people's guardian now no more! "Not unattended (the proud Trojan cries) Nor unrevenged. caused to glance From his slope shield the disappointed lance. whom heaven and he shall doom . lies foaming on the shore. Nor shuns the foe. Grieved as he was. Nor yet from fight Idomeneus withdraws. as his foe drew near. an unresisting prey: Pierced by Antilochus. And stretch'd before his much-loved coursers lay. Or pine. fierce in death. He grinds the dust distain'd with streaming gore. Thick with bull-hides and brazen orbits bound.

Long used to ward the death in fighting fields. to the shades I send. This deed to fierce Idomeneus we owe. at length decreed To call some hero to partake the deed. thy father. And thence my ships transport me through the main: Lord of a host. sense. as prone he lay. came: Deucalion. Where he. Before the ponderous stroke his corslet yields. ambitious of so great an aid. guardian of his country. Approaching now thy boasted might approve. The fairest she of all the fair of Troy. insulting o'er the slain: "Behold. Great Minos." à neas heard. his breast received the stroke.To wail his fate in death's eternal gloom. nor shuns the lance of Crete. From Jove. Anchises' eldest hope. enamour'd of a mortal dame. He sees Alcathous in the front aspire: Great à syetes was the hero's sire. and vibrates in the wound. The riven armour sends a jarring sound. Haste. Fix'd as some column. . and thy line. And try the prowess of the seed of Jove. and said: "Now. blameless prince. stands. and the warrior's loved remains defend. o'er all my host I shine. employ thy pious arms. His spouse Hippodame. Alcathous dies. The long lance shakes. my third victim. with venturous arms the king of Crete. Life's purple tide impetuous gush'd away." The Trojan heard. By Neptune now the hapless hero dies. and her bold sons. and one roof contain'd. Who covers with a cloud those beauteous eyes. and for a space resign'd To tender pity all his manly mind. I reign. Come. Then Idomen. uncertain or to meet. While the winds sleep. To him. and darling care: Who charm'd her parents' and her husband's heart With beauty. Beneath his cares thy early youth was train'd. divinely fair. Alone. Forthwith à neas rises to his thought: For him in Troy's remotest lines he sought. Deiphobus! nor vaunt in vain: See! on one Greek three Trojan ghosts attend. One table fed you. If e'er thy bosom felt fair honour's charms. thy brother and thy friend. A scourge to thee. and every work of art: He once of Ilion's youth the loveliest boy. The bold Deiphobus approach'd. was Minos' heir. and revenge it on th' insulting foe. Or seek auxiliar force. His first-born I. the third from Jupiter: O'er spacious Crete. or deep-rooted oak. incensed at partial Priam. This. Fast flowing from its source. His labouring heart heaves with so strong a bound. Trojan prince. And fetters every limb: yet bent to meet His fate he stands. And sees superior posts in meaner hands.

Stretch'd on the plain.Then rising in his rage. and shunn'd the brazen spear: Sent from an arm so strong. There great Idomeneus. Else should this hand. and Aphareus. Now batter'd breast-plates and hack'd helmets ring. And met the Trojan with a lowering look. as his native band Moves on in rank. "Fellows in arms! your timely aid unite. The great dispute. two towering chiefs appear. and expects the war. of glory. Before his fleecy care. With joy the swain surveys them. join. stiff with cold age. Round dread Alcathous now the battle rose. When the loud rustics rise. for the shower of spears. But OEnomas received the Cretan's stroke. erect and bold. and more than mortal bold. the father of the bold. Paris. he sobs away his breath. Above the rest. and I in arms grown old. Stalks the proud ram. and all. Lo. And. Like Ida's flocks proceeding o'er the plain. . But most his hunters rouse his mighty rage: So stood Idomeneus. The Trojan weapon whizz'd along in air. on some rough mountain's head. His foaming tusks both dogs and men engage. and to slaughter bred. And roll'd the smoking entrails on the ground. O'er his bent back the bristly horrors rise. The forceful spear his hollow corslet broke. Agenor. The victor from his breast the weapon tears. Fires stream in lightning from his sanguine eyes. he burns to fight: The Greek awaits him with collected might. (Co-aids and captains of the Trojan line. His spoils he could not. Heavy with cumbrous arms. and quiver'd where it stood. the missive wood Stuck deep in earth. Deipyrus. or of life. and stretches o'er the land. Their lifted bucklers cast a dreadful shade Around the chief. Arm'd with wild terrors. He fresh in youth. à neas too demands Th' assisting forces of his native bands. Merion. On every side the steely circle grows. And burn'd to drench the ground with mutual blood. Attends the tumult. in field renown'd: To these the warrior sent his voice around. they stood. And o'er their heads unheeded javelins sing. obey'd. as he leads To the cool fountains. grasps the bloody dust in death. It ripp'd his belly with a ghastly wound. his javelin shook. great à neas rushes to the fight: Sprung from a god. Deiphobus. and shout from far. this hour decide the strife." He spoke. The youthful offspring of the god of war. Though now unfit an active war to wage. The Cretan saw. à neas here.) In order follow all th' embodied train. as with one soul. As the fell boar. Antilochus. Like gods of war. furious. through the well-known meads: So joys à neas. were near. dispensing fate.

And everlasting slumber seals his eyes. And on his loaded arm discharged his spear: He drops the weight. the brave and young: The son of Mars fell gasping on the ground. the bending head. his eager javelin rends: Supine he falls. Bold Aphareus by great à neas bled. Rapt from the lessening thunder of the war. And from his temples rends the glittering prize. On all sides thick the peals of arms resound. Deiphobus beheld him as he pass'd. for closed by foes around. on his splendid car. fired with hate. nods upon his breast. and to his social train Spreads his imploring arms. From his broad shoulders tore the spoils away. His shield reversed o'er the fallen warrior lies. And. And sprinkling. but held its course along. that to the neck extends Along the chine. and heaven and earth resound. But he impervious and untouch'd remains. In standing fight he yet maintains his force. the joy of Nestor's glorious age. groaning from the shore. (Great Neptune's care preserved from hostile rage This youth. Around his waist his pious arms he threw. Detain'd from bloody war by Jove and Fate. His winged lance. leaping where he lay. On golden clouds th' immortal synod sate. Deiphobus to seize his helmet flies. To Troy they drove him. Meanwhile fresh slaughter bathes the sanguine ground. Antilochus. As toward the chief he turn'd his daring head. Th' exulting victor. Swift as a vulture leaping on his prey.His listless limbs unable for the course.) In arms intrepid. Meriones drew near. The hollow helmet rings against the plain. where in dust the breathless hero lay. and by foes repell'd. depress'd Beneath his helmet. the sands with gore. resistless as the wind. Nor knew the furious father of his fall. And from the rage of battle gently drew: Him his swift coursers. His wounded brother good Polites tends. For slain Ascalaphus commenced the fray. And pierced Ascalaphus. Now. And gnash'd the dust. but spreads in vain. with the first he fought. Faced every foe. a parting javelin cast: The javelin err'd. all bloody with his wound. as Thoon turn'd him round. His tired slow steps he drags from off the field. High-throned amidst the great Olympian hall. From his torn arm the Grecian rent away The reeking javelin. His time observed. Valiant as Mars. and rejoin'd his friends. Transpierced his back with a dishonest wound: The hollow vein. . Heaps fall on heaps. He pierced his throat. and every danger sought. Till faint with labour. as he pass'd. disabled with the pain. His shield emboss'd the ringing storm sustains.

in act to throw. watchful of the unwary foe. Not so discouraged. (The winds collected at each open door. Atrides. For dark in death the godlike owner lies! Raging with grief. to the future blind.Obeys each motion of the master's mind! Restless it flies. Repell'd to distance flies the bounding dart. the warrior came. Lay panting. His left arm high opposed the shining shield: . great Menelaus burns. Nor pierced Pisander through Atrides' shield: Pisander's spear fell shiver'd on the field. And death's dim shadows swarm before his view. snatch'd from a soldier's side. Deep in the belly's rim an entrance found. Springs through the ranks to fall. His bulk enormous on the field displays. And blunts the javelin of th' eluded foe: In the broad buckler half the weapon stood. As on some ample barn's well harden'd floor. and mortal is the wound. drew near. First the sharp lance was by Atrides thrown. The lance far distant by the winds was blown. And struck his target with the brazen spear Fierce in his front: but Neptune wards the blow. The spear the conqueror from his body drew. Behold! Pisander. Vain dreams of conquest swell his haughty mind. Pierced with his lance the hand that grasp'd the bow. And meditates the distant enemy. impatient to be free. His heaving heart beats thick as ebbing life decays. he mingled in the Trojan crew. and the bandage bound. Great Menelaus! to enchance thy fame: High-towering in the front. But Merion's spear o'ertook him as he flew. And smote his temples with an arm so strong. Thus an ox in fetters tied. and roll'd amid the throng: There for some luckier Greek it rests a prize. A sling's soft wool. Dauntless he rushes where the Spartan lord Like lightning brandish'd his far beaming sword. And nailed it to the yew: the wounded hand Trail'd the long lance that mark'd with blood the sand: But good Agenor gently from the wound The spear solicits. Bending he fell. Where sharp the pang. The son of Asius. and doubled to the ground. urged by fate's decree. and fall by thee. Splinter'd on earth flew half the broken wood. Adamas. Next brave Deipyrus in dust was laid: King Helenus waved high the Thracian blade.) While the broad fan with force is whirl'd around. At once the tent and ligature supplied. And this stood adverse with the bended bow: Full on his breast the Trojan arrow fell. to the victor turns: That shook the ponderous lance. Light leaps the golden grain. But harmless bounded from the plated steel. resulting from the ground: So from the steel that guards Atrides' heart. The helm fell off. Disarm'd. While death's strong pangs distend his labouring side. And fraught with vengeance.

His right beneath, the cover'd pole-axe held; (An olive's cloudy grain the handle made, Distinct with studs, and brazen was the blade;) This on the helm discharged a noble blow; The plume dropp'd nodding to the plain below, Shorn from the crest. Atrides waved his steel: Deep through his front the weighty falchion fell; The crashing bones before its force gave way; In dust and blood the groaning hero lay: Forced from their ghastly orbs, and spouting gore, The clotted eye-balls tumble on the shore. And fierce Atrides spurn'd him as he bled, Tore off his arms, and, loud-exulting, said: "Thus, Trojans, thus, at length be taught to fear; O race perfidious, who delight in war! Already noble deeds ye have perform'd; A princess raped transcends a navy storm'd: In such bold feats your impious might approve, Without th' assistance, or the fear of Jove. The violated rites, the ravish'd dame; Our heroes slaughter'd and our ships on flame, Crimes heap'd on crimes, shall bend your glory down, And whelm in ruins yon flagitious town. O thou, great father! lord of earth and skies, Above the thought of man, supremely wise! If from thy hand the fates of mortals flow, From whence this favour to an impious foe? A godless crew, abandon'd and unjust, Still breathing rapine, violence, and lust? The best of things, beyond their measure, cloy; Sleep's balmy blessing, love's endearing joy; The feast, the dance; whate'er mankind desire, Even the sweet charms of sacred numbers tire. But Troy for ever reaps a dire delight In thirst of slaughter, and in lust of fight." This said, he seized (while yet the carcase heaved) The bloody armour, which his train received: Then sudden mix'd among the warring crew, And the bold son of Pylaemenes slew. Harpalion had through Asia travell'd far, Following his martial father to the war: Through filial love he left his native shore, Never, ah, never to behold it more! His unsuccessful spear he chanced to fling Against the target of the Spartan king; Thus of his lance disarm'd, from death he flies, And turns around his apprehensive eyes. Him, through the hip transpiercing as he fled, The shaft of Merion mingled with the dead. Beneath the bone the glancing point descends, And, driving down, the swelling bladder rends: Sunk in his sad companions' arms he lay, And in short pantings sobb'd his soul away; (Like some vile worm extended on the ground;) While life's red torrent gush'd from out the wound. Him on his car the Paphlagonian train In slow procession bore from off the plain.

The pensive father, father now no more! Attends the mournful pomp along the shore; And unavailing tears profusely shed; And, unrevenged, deplored his offspring dead. Paris from far the moving sight beheld, With pity soften'd and with fury swell'd: His honour'd host, a youth of matchless grace, And loved of all the Paphlagonian race! With his full strength he bent his angry bow, And wing'd the feather'd vengeance at the foe. A chief there was, the brave Euchenor named, For riches much, and more for virtue famed. Who held his seat in Corinth's stately town; Polydus' son, a seer of old renown. Oft had the father told his early doom, By arms abroad, or slow disease at home: He climb'd his vessel, prodigal of breath, And chose the certain glorious path to death. Beneath his ear the pointed arrow went; The soul came issuing at the narrow vent: His limbs, unnerved, drop useless on the ground, And everlasting darkness shades him round. Nor knew great Hector how his legions yield, (Wrapp'd in the cloud and tumult of the field:) Wide on the left the force of Greece commands, And conquest hovers o'er th' Achaian bands; With such a tide superior virtue sway'd, And he that shakes the solid earth gave aid. But in the centre Hector fix'd remain'd, Where first the gates were forced, and bulwarks gain'd; There, on the margin of the hoary deep, (Their naval station where the Ajaces keep. And where low walls confine the beating tides, Whose humble barrier scarce the foe divides; Where late in fight both foot and horse engaged, And all the thunder of the battle raged,) There join'd, the whole Boeotian strength remains, The proud Iaonians with their sweeping trains, Locrians and Phthians, and th' Epaean force; But join'd, repel not Hector's fiery course. The flower of Athens, Stichius, Phidas, led; Bias and great Menestheus at their head: Meges the strong the Epaean bands controll'd, And Dracius prudent, and Amphion bold: The Phthians, Medon, famed for martial might, And brave Podarces, active in the fight. This drew from Phylacus his noble line; Iphiclus' son: and that (Oileus) thine: (Young Ajax' brother, by a stolen embrace; He dwelt far distant from his native place, By his fierce step-dame from his father's reign Expell'd and exiled for her brother slain:) These rule the Phthians, and their arms employ, Mix'd with Boeotians, on the shores of Troy. Now side by side, with like unwearied care, Each Ajax laboured through the field of war: So when two lordly bulls, with equal toil,

Force the bright ploughshare through the fallow soil, Join'd to one yoke, the stubborn earth they tear, And trace large furrows with the shining share; O'er their huge limbs the foam descends in snow, And streams of sweat down their sour foreheads flow. A train of heroes followed through the field, Who bore by turns great Ajax' sevenfold shield; Whene'er he breathed, remissive of his might, Tired with the incessant slaughters of the fight. No following troops his brave associate grace: In close engagement an unpractised race, The Locrian squadrons nor the javelin wield, Nor bear the helm, nor lift the moony shield; But skill'd from far the flying shaft to wing, Or whirl the sounding pebble from the sling, Dexterous with these they aim a certain wound, Or fell the distant warrior to the ground. Thus in the van the Telamonian train, Throng'd in bright arms, a pressing fight maintain: Far in the rear the Locrian archers lie, Whose stones and arrows intercept the sky, The mingled tempest on the foes they pour; Troy's scattering orders open to the shower. Now had the Greeks eternal fame acquired, And the gall'd Ilians to their walls retired; But sage Polydamas, discreetly brave, Address'd great Hector, and this counsel gave: "Though great in all, thou seem'st averse to lend Impartial audience to a faithful friend; To gods and men thy matchless worth is known, And every art of glorious war thy own; But in cool thought and counsel to excel, How widely differs this from warring well! Content with what the bounteous gods have given, Seek not alone to engross the gifts of Heaven. To some the powers of bloody war belong, To some sweet music and the charm of song; To few, and wondrous few, has Jove assign'd A wise, extensive, all-considering mind; Their guardians these, the nations round confess, And towns and empires for their safety bless. If Heaven have lodged this virtue in my breast, Attend, O Hector! what I judge the best, See, as thou mov'st, on dangers dangers spread, And war's whole fury burns around thy head. Behold! distress'd within yon hostile wall, How many Trojans yield, disperse, or fall! What troops, out-number'd, scarce the war maintain! And what brave heroes at the ships lie slain! Here cease thy fury: and, the chiefs and kings Convoked to council, weigh the sum of things. Whether (the gods succeeding our desires) To yon tall ships to bear the Trojan fires; Or quit the fleet, and pass unhurt away, Contented with the conquest of the day. I fear, I fear, lest Greece, not yet undone, Pay the large debt of last revolving sun; Achilles, great Achilles, yet remains

On yonder decks, and yet o'erlooks the plains!" The counsel pleased; and Hector, with a bound, Leap'd from his chariot on the trembling ground; Swift as he leap'd his clanging arms resound. "To guard this post (he cried) thy art employ, And here detain the scatter'd youth of Troy; Where yonder heroes faint, I bend my way, And hasten back to end the doubtful day." This said, the towering chief prepares to go, Shakes his white plumes that to the breezes flow, And seems a moving mountain topp'd with snow. Through all his host, inspiring force, he flies, And bids anew the martial thunder rise. To Panthus' son, at Hector's high command Haste the bold leaders of the Trojan band: But round the battlements, and round the plain, For many a chief he look'd, but look'd in vain; Deiphobus, nor Helenus the seer, Nor Asius' son, nor Asius' self appear: For these were pierced with many a ghastly wound, Some cold in death, some groaning on the ground; Some low in dust, (a mournful object) lay; High on the wall some breathed their souls away. Far on the left, amid the throng he found (Cheering the troops, and dealing deaths around) The graceful Paris; whom, with fury moved, Opprobrious thus, th' impatient chief reproved: "Ill-fated Paris! slave to womankind, As smooth of face as fraudulent of mind! Where is Deiphobus, where Asius gone? The godlike father, and th' intrepid son? The force of Helenus, dispensing fate; And great Othryoneus, so fear'd of late? Black fate hang's o'er thee from th' avenging gods, Imperial Troy from her foundations nods; Whelm'd in thy country's ruin shalt thou fall, And one devouring vengeance swallow all." When Paris thus: "My brother and my friend, Thy warm impatience makes thy tongue offend, In other battles I deserved thy blame, Though then not deedless, nor unknown to fame: But since yon rampart by thy arms lay low, I scatter'd slaughter from my fatal bow. The chiefs you seek on yonder shore lie slain; Of all those heroes, two alone remain; Deiphobus, and Helenus the seer, Each now disabled by a hostile spear. Go then, successful, where thy soul inspires: This heart and hand shall second all thy fires: What with this arm I can, prepare to know, Till death for death be paid, and blow for blow. But 'tis not ours, with forces not our own To combat: strength is of the gods alone." These words the hero's angry mind assuage: Then fierce they mingle where the thickest rage.

Around Polydamas, distain'd with blood, Cebrion, Phalces, stern Orthaeus stood, Palmus, with Polypoetes the divine, And two bold brothers of Hippotion's line (Who reach'd fair Ilion, from Ascania far, The former day; the next engaged in war). As when from gloomy clouds a whirlwind springs, That bears Jove's thunder on its dreadful wings, Wide o'er the blasted fields the tempest sweeps; Then, gather'd, settles on the hoary deeps; The afflicted deeps tumultuous mix and roar; The waves behind impel the waves before, Wide rolling, foaming high, and tumbling to the shore: Thus rank on rank, the thick battalions throng, Chief urged on chief, and man drove man along. Far o'er the plains, in dreadful order bright, The brazen arms reflect a beamy light: Full in the blazing van great Hector shined, Like Mars commission'd to confound mankind. Before him flaming his enormous shield, Like the broad sun, illumined all the field; His nodding helm emits a streamy ray; His piercing eyes through all the battle stray, And, while beneath his targe he flash'd along, Shot terrors round, that wither'd e'en the strong. Thus stalk'd he, dreadful; death Whole nations fear'd; but not an The towering Ajax, with an ample Advanced the first, and thus the was in his look: Argive shook. stride, chief defied:

"Hector! come on; thy empty threats forbear; 'Tis not thy arm, 'tis thundering Jove we fear: The skill of war to us not idly given, Lo! Greece is humbled, not by Troy, but Heaven. Vain are the hopes that haughty mind imparts, To force our fleet: the Greeks have hands and hearts. Long ere in flames our lofty navy fall, Your boasted city, and your god-built wall, Shall sink beneath us, smoking on the ground; And spread a long unmeasured ruin round. The time shall come, when, chased along the plain, Even thou shalt call on Jove, and call in vain; Even thou shalt wish, to aid thy desperate course, The wings of falcons for thy flying horse; Shalt run, forgetful of a warrior's fame, While clouds of friendly dust conceal thy shame." As thus he spoke, behold, in open view, On sounding wings a dexter eagle flew. To Jove's glad omen all the Grecians rise, And hail, with shouts, his progress through the skies: Far-echoing clamours bound from side to side; They ceased; and thus the chief of Troy replied: "From whence this menace, this insulting strain? Enormous boaster! doom'd to vaunt in vain. So may the gods on Hector life bestow, (Not that short life which mortals lead below, But such as those of Jove's high lineage born,

The blue-eyed maid, or he that gilds the morn,) As this decisive day shall end the fame Of Greece, and Argos be no more a name. And thou, imperious! if thy madness wait The lance of Hector, thou shalt meet thy fate: That giant-corse, extended on the shore, Shall largely feast the fowls with fat and gore." He said; and like a lion stalk'd along: With shouts incessant earth and ocean rung, Sent from his following host: the Grecian train With answering thunders fill'd the echoing plain; A shout that tore heaven's concave, and, above, Shook the fix'd splendours of the throne of Jove. [Illustration: GREEK EARRINGS.] GREEK EARRINGS.

BOOK XIV. ARGUMENT.(231) JUNO DECEIVES JUPITER BY THE GIRDLE OF VENUS. Nestor, sitting at the table with Machaon, is alarmed with the increasing clamour of war, and hastens to Agamemnon; on his way he meets that prince with Diomed and Ulysses, whom he informs of the extremity of the danger. Agamemnon proposes to make their escape by night, which Ulysses withstands; to which Diomed adds his advice, that, wounded as they were, they should go forth and encourage the army with their presence, which advice is pursued. Juno, seeing the partiality of Jupiter to the Trojans, forms a design to over-reach him: she sets off her charms with the utmost care, and (the more surely to enchant him) obtains the magic girdle of Venus. She then applies herself to the god of sleep, and, with some difficulty, persuades him to seal the eyes of Jupiter: this done, she goes to mount Ida, where the god, at first sight, is ravished with her beauty, sinks in her embraces, and is laid asleep. Neptune takes advantage of his slumber, and succours the Greeks: Hector is struck to the ground with a prodigious stone by Ajax, and carried off from the battle: several actions succeed, till the Trojans, much distressed, are obliged to give way: the lesser Ajax signalizes himself in a particular manner. But not the genial feast, nor flowing bowl, Could charm the cares of Nestor's watchful soul; His startled ears the increasing cries attend; Then thus, impatient, to his wounded friend: "What new alarm, divine Machaon, say, What mix'd events attend this mighty day? Hark! how the shouts divide, and how they meet, And now come full, and thicken to the fleet! Here with the cordial draught dispel thy care, Let Hecamede the strengthening bath prepare, Refresh thy wound, and cleanse the clotted gore;

While I the adventures of the day explore." He said: and, seizing Thrasymedes' shield, (His valiant offspring,) hasten'd to the field; (That day the son his father's buckler bore;) Then snatch'd a lance, and issued from the door. Soon as the prospect open'd to his view, His wounded eyes the scene of sorrow knew; Dire disarray! the tumult of the fight, The wall in ruins, and the Greeks in flight. As when old ocean's silent surface sleeps, The waves just heaving on the purple deeps: While yet the expected tempest hangs on high, Weighs down the cloud, and blackens in the sky, The mass of waters will no wind obey; Jove sends one gust, and bids them roll away. While wavering counsels thus his mind engage, Fluctuates in doubtful thought the Pylian sage, To join the host, or to the general haste; Debating long, he fixes on the last: Yet, as he moves, the sight his bosom warms, The field rings dreadful with the clang of arms, The gleaming falchions flash, the javelins fly; Blows echo blows, and all or kill or die. Him, in his march, the wounded princes meet, By tardy steps ascending from the fleet: The king of men, Ulysses the divine, And who to Tydeus owes his noble line.(232) (Their ships at distance from the battle stand, In lines advanced along the shelving strand: Whose bay, the fleet unable to contain At length; beside the margin of the main, Rank above rank, the crowded ships they moor: Who landed first, lay highest on the shore.) Supported on the spears, they took their way, Unfit to fight, but anxious for the day. Nestor's approach alarm'd each Grecian breast, Whom thus the general of the host address'd: "O grace and glory of the Achaian name; What drives thee, Nestor, from the field of fame? Shall then proud Hector see his boast fulfill'd, Our fleets in ashes, and our heroes kill'd? Such was his threat, ah! now too soon made good, On many a Grecian bosom writ in blood. Is every heart inflamed with equal rage Against your king, nor will one chief engage? And have I lived to see with mournful eyes In every Greek a new Achilles rise?" Gerenian Nestor then: "So fate has will'd; And all-confirming time has fate fulfill'd. Not he that thunders from the aerial bower, Not Jove himself, upon the past has power. The wall, our late inviolable bound, And best defence, lies smoking on the ground: Even to the ships their conquering arms extend, And groans of slaughter'd Greeks to heaven ascend. On speedy measures then employ your thought

In such distress! if counsel profit aught: Arms cannot much: though Mars our souls incite, These gaping wounds withhold us from the fight." To him the monarch: "That our army bends, That Troy triumphant our high fleet ascends, And that the rampart, late our surest trust And best defence, lies smoking in the dust; All this from Jove's afflictive hand we bear, Who, far from Argos, wills our ruin here. Past are the days when happier Greece was blest, And all his favour, all his aid confess'd; Now heaven averse, our hands from battle ties, And lifts the Trojan glory to the skies. Cease we at length to waste our blood in vain, And launch what ships lie nearest to the main; Leave these at anchor, till the coming night: Then, if impetuous Troy forbear the fight, Bring all to sea, and hoist each sail for flight. Better from evils, well foreseen, to run, Than perish in the danger we may shun." Thus he. The sage Ulysses thus replies, While anger flash'd from his disdainful eyes: "What shameful words (unkingly as thou art) Fall from that trembling tongue and timorous heart? Oh were thy sway the curse of meaner powers, And thou the shame of any host but ours! A host, by Jove endued with martial might, And taught to conquer, or to fall in fight: Adventurous combats and bold wars to wage, Employ'd our youth, and yet employs our age. And wilt thou thus desert the Trojan plain? And have whole streams of blood been spilt in vain? In such base sentence if thou couch thy fear, Speak it in whispers, lest a Greek should hear. Lives there a man so dead to fame, who dares To think such meanness, or the thought declares? And comes it even from him whose sovereign sway The banded legions of all Greece obey? Is this a general's voice that calls to flight, While war hangs doubtful, while his soldiers fight? What more could Troy? What yet their fate denies Thou givest the foe: all Greece becomes their prize. No more the troops (our hoisted sails in view, Themselves abandon'd) shall the fight pursue; But thy ships flying, with despair shall see; And owe destruction to a prince like thee." "Thy just reproofs (Atrides calm replies) Like arrows pierce me, for thy words are wise. Unwilling as I am to lose the host, I force not Greece to quit this hateful coast; Glad I submit, whoe'er, or young, or old, Aught, more conducive to our weal, unfold." Tydides cut him short, and thus began: "Such counsel if you seek, behold the man Who boldly gives it, and what he shall say, Young though he be, disdain not to obey:

Who glories in unutterable pride. and. Each Argive bosom beats to meet the fight. Such was the voice. From Calydon expell'd. Attend. Beheld his vines their liquid harvest yield. their winged wheels employ To hide their ignominious heads in Troy. So may he perish. May speak to councils and assembled kings. Safe let us stand. And grisly war appears a pleasing sight. With three bold sons was generous Prothous bless'd. Hear then in me the great OEnides' son. He pass'd to Argos. Blind. Press'd in his own. Melas and Agrius. my sire. Driven heaps on heaps. and chiefs renown'd. what for common good my thoughts inspire. Though sore of battle. and rule the distant war. . while proud kings." He spoke. Advance the glory which he cannot share. From him. and such the thundering sound Of him whose trident rends the solid ground. Whose honoured dust (his race of glory run) Lies whelm'd in ruins of the Theban wall. Meantime Saturnia from Olympus' brow. Though not partaker. and flourish'd where Adrastus reign'd. as the shout encountering armies yield When twice ten thousand shake the labouring field." He added not: the listening kings obey. and in exile dwell'd. Then. so may Jove disclaim The wretch relentless.A youth. And numerous flocks that whiten'd all the field. the foremost once in fame! Nor lives in Greece a stranger to his name. but (who far surpass'd The rest in courage) OEneus was the last. Brave in his life. rich in fortune's gifts. The god of ocean (to inflame their rage) Appears a warrior furrowed o'er with age. And sent his voice before him as he flew. Who Pleuron's walls and Calydon possess'd. There. witness of the war. and in the son respect the sire. Atrides leads the way. Slow moving on. But lest new wounds on wounds o'erpower us quite. The monarch's daughter there (so Jove ordain'd) He won. from the tumult far. impious man! whose anger is his guide. then rush'd amid the warrior crew. and animate the rest. Such Tydeus was. Beyond the missile javelin's sounding flight. the general's hand he took. and o'erwhelm with shame! But Heaven forsakes not thee: o'er yonder sands Soon shall thou view the scattered Trojan bands Fly diverse. with clouds involved around Of rolling dust. Loud. and glorious in his fall. who from the mighty Tydeus springs. And thus the venerable hero spoke: "Atrides! lo! with what disdainful eye Achilles sees his country's forces fly. Let each go forth. his acres till'd. though with wounds oppress'd. Inspire the ranks.

Thus while she breathed of heaven. On the last limits of the land and deep. Each gem illumined with a triple star. what methods shall she try. Where her great brother gave the Grecians aid. will Venus aid Saturnia's joy. And set aside the cause of Greece and Troy?" "Let heaven's dread empress (Cytheraea said) Speak her request. What time old Saturn. with decent pride Her artful hands the radiant tresses tied. and dazzling as the light. . Swift to her bright apartment she repairs. Part o'er her shoulders waved like melted gold. With joy the glorious conflict she survey'd. "How long (to Venus thus apart she cried) Shall human strife celestial minds divide? Ah yet. But placed aloft. from Olympus cast. Thus issuing radiant with majestic pace. That rich with Pallas' labour'd colours glow'd: Large clasps of gold the foldings gather'd round. yet still successful. the balmy gale convey Through heaven. Last her fair feet celestial sandals grace. Here first she bathes.High-throned in gold. and ambrosial showers: The winds. Touch'd with her secret key. behind her shut the valves of gold. Sacred to dress and beauty's pleasing cares: With skill divine had Vulcan form'd the bower. A golden zone her swelling bosom bound. (sacred source of gods!) Ocean and Tethys their old empire keep. which melts mankind in fierce desires. Against his wisdom to oppose her charms. perfumed. Far-beaming pendants tremble in her ear. and deem her will obey'd. on Ida's shady height She sees her Jove. to blind his all-beholding eye? At length she trusts her power. Jove to deceive. And lull the lord of thunders in her arms. Where the great parents. which mortals and immortals warms. cheat of love." "Then grant me (said the queen) those conquering charms. What arts. resolved to prove The old. In their kind arms my tender years were past. Part on her head in shining ringlets roll'd. and round her body pours Soft oils of fragrance. beheld the fields below. and trembles at the sight. Forth from the dome the imperial goddess moves. Around her next a heavenly mantle flow'd. And calls the mother of the smiles and loves. through earth. And burns the sons of heaven with sacred fires! "For lo! I haste to those remote abodes. Then o'er her head she cast a veil more white Than new-fallen snow. That love. and all the aerial way: Spirit divine! whose exhalation greets The sense of gods with more than mortal sweets. Safe from access of each intruding power. That power. the doors unfold: Self-closed.

repay their age!" She said. that shine With gold unfading. and every charm." "Imperial dame (the balmy power replies). and empress of the skies! O'er other gods I spread my easy chain. The work of Vulcan. and tumbled gods on gods. When lo! the deeps arise. and eloquence of eyes. deserting Ilion's wasted plain. unbidden. to indulge thy ease. And his hush'd waves lie silent on the main. and favour still. Great Saturn's heir. shall I obtain. Persuasive speech. With smiles she took the charm. and what love. On those eternal lids I laid my hand. Which held so long that ancient pair in peace. the gentle vow. at thy bold command. Then Venus to the courts of Jove withdrew." she said. O power of slumbers! hear. shall be thine. Whilst from Olympus pleased Saturnia flew. Sleep. Then taking wing from Athos' lofty steep. shall I dare to steep Jove's awful temples in the dew of sleep? Long since. and a throne. If I compose those fatal feuds again. Nor once her flying foot approach'd the ground. Shed thy soft dews on Jove's immortal eyes. Once more their minds in mutual ties engage. And drive the hero to the Coan shore: Great Jove. O'er high Pieria thence her course she bore. has made the union cease. In this was every art. I hear.Of upper heaven to Jove resign'd the reign. With awe divine. When wine and feasts thy golden humours please. and smiling press'd The powerful cestus to her snowy breast. And. What time. And seeks the cave of Death's half-brother. If e'er obsequious to thy Juno's will. To win the wisest. O'er Hemus' hills with snows eternal crown'd. the still-reviving fire. The sire of all. This on her hand the Cyprian Goddess laid: "Take this. And from her fragrant breast the zone embraced. A splendid footstool. Somnus.(234) "Sweet pleasing Sleep! (Saturnia thus began) Who spread'st thy empire o'er each god and man. While sunk in love's entrancing joys he lies. and the more persuasive sighs. The kind deceit. the tempests roar. the queen of love Obey'd the sister and the wife of Jove. His conquering son. owns my reign. O'er fair Emathia's ever-pleasing shore. For strife. She speeds to Lemnos o'er the rolling deep. and the coldest warm: Fond love. too venturous. Whelm'd under the huge mass of earth and main. old Ocean. shook the blest abodes With rising wrath. . What honour. plough'd the main. awaking. Silence that spoke. Alcides. what my youth has owed. But how. and with it all thy wish.(233) With various skill and high embroidery graced. the gay desire.

my loved-one. But call'd Cymindis by the race of earth. thy loved-one shall be ever thine. Great Jove surveys her with desiring eyes: The god. and bind the invoking gods: Let the great parent earth one hand sustain.] SLEEP ESCAPING FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER. Through all his bosom feels the fierce desire. For know. Whom mortals name the dread Titanian gods. his all-conquering son? Hear. Then swift as wind. Dark in embowering shade. But gentle Night." "Vain are thy fears (the queen of heaven replies. involved in darkness glide. in likeness of the bird of night. There on a fir. and thus with transport spoke: "Why comes my goddess from the ethereal sky. Sat Sleep. Pasithae the divine. Hush'd are her mountains. That she. unseen. Pasithae the divine. The youngest Grace. (Chalcis his name by those of heavenly birth. rolls her large majestic eyes). that with Chronos dwell. Think'st thou that Troy has Jove's high favour won. shall be ever mine. and from the infernal bowers Invokes the sable subtartarean powers. To hear and witness from the depths of hell. and Imbrus' sea-beat soil. Nor for the deed expect a vulgar prize.) her wings display'd. whose spiry branches rise To join its summit to the neighbouring skies. whose echoing hills Are heard resounding with a hundred rills:) Fair Ida trembles underneath the god. speaking.Me chief he sought. and obey the mistress of the skies. on the point of Ide: (Mother of savages." The queen assents. . Like great Alcides. Fierce as when first by stealth he seized her charms.) To Ida's top successful Juno flies. Even Jove revered the venerable dame."(235) "Swear then (he said) by those tremendous floods That roar through hell. Through air. to whom I fled for aid. Impower'd the wrath of gods and men to tame. whose lightning sets the heavens on fire. And light on Lectos. (The friend of earth and heaven. And. Mix'd with her soul. [Illustration: SLEEP ESCAPING FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER. And stretch the other o'er the sacred main: Call the black Titans. o'er Lemnos' smoky isle They wing their way. and from the realms on high Had hurl'd indignant to the nether sky. And those who rule the inviolable floods. Then press'd her hand. conceal'd from sight. The youngest Grace. and her forests nod. and melted in her arms: Fix'd on her eyes he fed his eager look.

to that recess retire. I visit these. Exposed to mortal and immortal sight! Our joys profaned by each familiar eye. I hear. I leave the Olympian bower." She ceased. who darts through heaven his rays. . Not thus even for thyself I felt desire. Sacred to love and to the genial hour. the sacred cells Deep under seas. Wait under Ide: of thy superior power To ask consent. to whose indulgent cares I owe the nursing of my tender years: For strife. Whence rose Pirithous like the gods in fame: Not when fair Danae felt the shower of gold Stream into life. reign. has made that union cease Which held so long that ancient pair in peace. The reverend Ocean and gray Tethys. whence Perseus brave and bold. from that Alcides came:) Nor Phoenix' daughter. that. unknown to thee. Or for an earthly. On the last limits of the land and main. with disorder'd charms. Not even the sun. prepared my chariot to convey O'er earth and seas. the goddess with the charming eyes Glows with celestial red. Or mix among the senate of the gods? Shall I not think. and thus replies: "Is this a scene for love? On Ida's height." "For that (said Jove) suffice another day! But eager love denies the least delay. Shaded with clouds. The sport of heaven. And be these moments sacred all to joy. Let softer cares the present hour employ. In secret there indulge thy soft desire. and circumfused in gold. His eager arms around the goddess threw. And whose broad eye the extended earth surveys. Ne'er did my soul so strong a passion prove. beautiful and young. Not thus I burn'd for either Theban dame: (Bacchus from this. and through the aerial way. kindling at the view. All heaven beholds me recent from thy arms? With skill divine has Vulcan form'd thy bower." He spoke. and fable of the sky: How shall I e'er review the blest abodes. or a heavenly love: Not when I press'd Ixion's matchless dame." Gazing he spoke.(236) Not thus I burn'd for fair Latona's face. Nor comelier Ceres' more majestic grace. Nor seek. The steeds. smiling with superior love. and. and.And not her steeds and flaming chariot nigh?" Then she--"I haste to those remote abodes Where the great parents of the deathless gods. If such thy will. As now my veins receive the pleasing fire. Whence godlike Rhadamanth and Minos sprung. where hoary Ocean dwells. Thus answer'd mild the cloud-compelling Jove: "Nor god nor mortal shall our joys behold.

Be still yourselves. with zeal increased. the important hour employ. unperceived. while yet my vapours shed The golden vision round his sacred head. the power of slumber flew.Glad Earth perceives. Neptune. The weaker warrior takes a lighter shield.] GREEK SHIELD. Have closed those awful and eternal eyes.(237) And flamy crocus made the mountain glow There golden clouds conceal the heavenly pair. The troops assent. though wounded. Each valiant Grecian seize his broadest shield. With helpful hands themselves assist the train. And sudden hyacinths the turf bestrow. Let to the weak the lighter arms belong. and from her bosom pours Unbidden herbs and voluntary flowers: Thick new-born violets a soft carpet spread. renews his care. And towering in the foremost ranks of war. and ye shall need no more. Indignant thus--"Oh once of martial fame! O Greeks! if yet ye can deserve the name! This half-recover'd day shall Troy obtain? Shall Hector thunder at your ships again? Lo! still he vaunts. ye Greeks! myself will lead the way. To check a while the haughty hopes of Troy: While Jove yet rests." Thus having said. Oh yet. The ponderous targe be wielded by the strong. and Neptune leads the way: His brandish'd falchion flames before their eyes. Steep'd in soft joys and circumfused with air. And clustering lotos swell'd the rising bed. Thus arm'd. with love and sleep's soft power oppress'd. And thus with gentle words address'd the god: "Now. he stood. The kings. and breathe ambrosia round: At length. Thus sheath'd in shining brass. The panting thunderer nods. To Neptune's ear soft Sleep his message brings. and sinks to rest. On human lids to drop the balmy dew. Perfume the mount. . and Somnus' pleasing ties. Beside him sudden. and threats the fleet with fires. Myself." [Illustration: GREEK SHIELD. their martial arms they change: The busy chiefs their banded legions range. Brace on your firmest helms. in bright array The legions march. For Juno's love. and stand to arms: His strongest spear each valiant Grecian wield. descending o'er the ground. One hero's loss too tamely you deplore. Celestial dews. if glory any bosom warms. not Hector shall our presence stay. Now to the navy borne on silent wings. and oppress'd with pain. While stern Achilles in his wrath retires. Neptune! now. The strong and cumbrous arms the valiant wield. Like lightning flashing through the frighted skies.

(Where heaps laid loose beneath the warrior's feet. He lies protected. Not half so loud the bellowing deeps resound. and smokes of sulphur rise.(238) Polydamas. in hope. Nor deaden'd there its giddy fury spends.) Toss'd round and round. or to prop the fleet. with many a fiery round. Arms his proud host. His load of armour. and Hector here.) Then back the disappointed Trojan drew. Greece sees. With covering shields (a friendly circle) stand. As when the bolt. storms of arrows fly. Darts on the consecrated plant of Jove. With such a rage the meeting hosts are driven. Rose in huge ranks. with assistant care. and ploughs into the ground. and wondrous man. But there no pass the crossing belts afford. His foaming coursers. The pious warrior of Anchises' line. And each bold leader of the Lycian band. Loud shouts of triumph fill the crowded plain. and its shades devour. On the razed shield the fallen ruin rings. And cursed the lance that unavailing flew: But 'scaped not Ajax. and make whole forests fall. when flames in torrents pour. and confess their fears. Clanks on the field. and without a wound. at her great master's call. And own the terrors of the almighty hand! So lies great Hector prostrate on the shore. When stormy winds disclose the dark profound. The groaning hero to his chariot bear. the missive marble flings. Agenor the divine. Stiff with amaze the pale beholders stand. In vain an iron tempest hisses round. sinking to the ground. appear: The sea's stern ruler there. His mournful followers. Or served to ballast. Pale mortals tremble. a dead and hollow sound. Troy's great defender slain: All spring to seize him. Smokes in the dust. The first bold javelin. .Clad in his might. Both armies join: earth thunders. ocean roars. swifter than the wind. But whirling on. And thicker javelins intercept the sky. Less loud the woods. Beneath his helmet dropp'd his fainting head. His slacken'd hand deserts the lance it bore. And such a clamour shakes the sounding heaven. red-hissing from above. and dares oppose a god: And lo! the god. Black from the blow. urged by Hector's force. The roaring main. Full on his breast and throat with force descends. the earth-shaking power appears. Troy's great defender stands alone unawed. Catch the dry mountain. The mountain-oak in flaming ruin lies. Less loud the winds that from the à olian hall Roar through the woods. and form'd a watery wall Around the ships: seas hanging o'er the shores. Direct at Ajax' bosom winged its course. his tempestuous hand A ponderous stone upheaving from the sand. (One braced his shield. His following shield the fallen chief o'erspread. and one sustain'd his sword.

So just the stroke. and shades eternal veil his eyes. Oilean Ajax first his javelin sped. And seals again. . proud Polydamas. Polydamas drew near. The foe. nor of vulgar race. his swimming eyes. Some lines. Pierced by whose point the son of Enops bled. and smiled severe. Soon as the Greeks the chief's retreat beheld. may make his lineage known. by turns the Trojans bled. for well he knew The bleeding youth: Troy sadden'd at the view. that yet the body stood Erect. Now faints anew. (Satnius the brave. Raised on his knees. Swift to perform heaven's fatal will. The wings of death o'ertook thee on the dart." He said. And thus their arms the race of Panthus wield: From this unerring hand there flies no dart But bathes its point within a Grecian heart. demands thy breath: Thy lofty birth no succour could impart. he now ejects the gore. By fits he breathes. then roll'd along the sands in blood. But fate. But furious Acamas avenged his cause. He sinks to earth. An arduous battle rose around the dead. methinks. shunn'd the flying death. Archilochus. Fired with revenge. With watery drops the chief they sprinkle round. And took the joint. Antenor's brother. reclining. Placed on the margin of the flowery ground. whom beauteous Neis bore Amidst her flocks on Satnio's silver shore. With double fury each invades the field. "Here. and sorrow touch'd each Argive breast: The soul of Ajax burn'd above the rest. Where gentle Xanthus rolls his easy tide. And at Prothoenor shook the trembling spear. The driving javelin through his shoulder thrust. half views the fleeting skies. At the fierce foe he launch'd his piercing steel. the warrior lies Supine. As by his side the groaning warrior fell. and leave the war behind. "Lo thus (the victor cries) we rule the field. low-sinking on the shore. Go. Propp'd on that spear to which thou owest thy fall. here turn thy eyes! (The towering Ajax loud-insulting cries:) Say. by fits. When now they touch'd the mead's enamell'd side. and grasps the bloody dust. By turns the Greeks. or perhaps his son. and cut the nerves in twain: The dropping head first tumbled on the plain. is this chief extended on the plain A worthy vengeance for Prothoenor slain? Mark well his port! his figure and his face Nor speak him vulgar." He spake. it fled Full on the juncture of the neck and head.Speed to the town.) Struck through the belly's rim. guide thy darksome steps to Pluto's dreary hall.

Bold Merion. thus insulting spoke: "Trojans! your great Ilioneus behold! Haste. Not Troy alone. At the proud boaster he directs his course. his father's only care: (Phorbas the rich. Hyperenor fell. Ilioneus. What chief. Pierced in the flank by Menelaus' steel. He lifts his miserable arms in vain! Swift his broad falchion fierce Peneleus spread. And from the fibres scoop'd the rooted ball. Eternal darkness wrapp'd the warrior round. When we victorious shall to Greece return. But touch'd the breast of bold Peneleus most. His people's pastor. And from the spouting shoulders struck his head. Morys and Hippotion slew. what hero first embrued the field? Of all the Grecians what immortal name." Dreadful he spoke. The Trojans hear. shall share The toils. Ye all-beholding. and hurl'd him to the plain.As Promachus his slaughtered brother draws. yet sticking through the bleeding eye. the sorrows. The victor seized. they tremble. as aloft he shook The gory visage. great Ajax! on the unsanguined plain Laid Hyrtius. And the pale matron in our triumphs mourn. And dread the ruin that impends on all. and. And the fierce soul came rushing through the wound. A victim owed to my brave brother's death. but haughty Greece. Phalces and Mermer. Let doleful tidings greet his mother's ear. Proud Argives! destined by our arms to fall. . He pierced his heart--"Such fate attends you all. to his father let the tale be told: Let his high roofs resound with frantic woe. Daughters of Jove! that on Olympus shine. And whose bless'd trophies. will ye raise to fame? Thou first. and taught the arts of gain:) Full in his eye the weapon chanced to fall. The boaster flies. Drove through the neck. when Neptune made proud Ilion yield. The lance. Who leaves a brother to revenge his fate. and the wounds of war. Nestor's son o'erthrew. Not unappeased he enters Pluto's gate. By Teucer's arrows mingled with the dead. To earth at once the head and helmet fly. leader of the Mysian train. then toss'd the head on high. Behold your Promachus deprived of breath. of all the Trojan train Whom Hermes loved. all-recording nine! O say. Strong Periphaetes and Prothoon bled." Heart-piercing anguish struck the Grecian host. Such as to Promachus' sad spouse we bear. Such as the house of Promachus must know. and they fly: Aghast they gaze around the fleet and wall. and shuns superior force. But young Ilioneus received the spear.

still adverse to the eternal will. sees the Trojans repulsed from the trenches. And driven his conquering squadrons from the field. and panting yet for breath. Hector in a swoon. awaken'd from his dream of love. These proud in arms. The god beheld him with a pitying look. to fraudful Juno spoke: "O thou. AND THE ACTS OF AJAX. and brave the almighty hand? Hast thou forgot. His senses wandering to the verge of death.] BACCHUS. Jupiter. Fall mighty numbers. unhappy in thy wiles. ARGUMENT. On Ida's summit sat imperial Jove: Round the wide fields he cast a careful view. And thus. after much reluctance and passion. marches before him with his aegis. and swiftest in the chase. when. . incensed.) Ejecting blood. From the vast concave of the spangled sky. And many a chief lay gasping on the ground: Then stopp'd and panted. he consents. Not far. awaking. in particular she touches Mars with a violent resentment. Now in swift flight they pass the trench profound. to which. of all the Grecian race Skill'd in pursuit. For ever studious in promoting ill! Thy arts have made the godlike Hector yield. but is prevented by Minerva. bound and fix'd on high. repelled by the greater Ajax with a prodigious slaughter. with extraordinary address. Meanwhile. (His sad associates round with weeping eyes. 'midst the war. he is ready to take arms.But stretch'd in heaps before Oileus' son. great Hector on the dust he spies. to incense them against Jupiter. Ajax the less. Apollo reinspires Hector with vigour. and horror in their eye. THE FIFTH BATTLE AT THE SHIPS. mighty numbers run. withstand Our power immense. BOOK XV. brings him back to the battle. and turns the fortune of the fight. Iris and Apollo obey the orders of Jupiter. the monarch of the main. Juno. and attempt to fire the first line of the fleet. attempts. Canst thou. He breaks down great part of the Grecian wall: the Trojans rush in. those scatter'd o'er the plain And. as yet. she is then sent to Iris and Apollo. There saw the Trojans fly. and Neptune at the head of the Greeks: he is highly incensed at the artifice of Juno. repairing to the assembly of the gods. I hung thee trembling in a golden chain. the Greeks pursue. but are. where the chariots lie Fear on their cheek. [Illustration: BACCHUS. Iris commands Neptune to leave the battle. who appeases him by her submissions.

Pallas assists. Then. and ranges round the plain: By his own ardour. and breathless with the fall. Him through a thousand forms of death I bore. and seal'd it with the almighty nod. The promise of a god I gave. The foodful earth and all-infolding skies. nor till then. He. not untouch'd with pity. Nor dare to act but when we point the way. proclaim our will To yon bright synod on the Olympian hill." "Think'st thou with me? fair empress of the skies! (The immortal father with a smile replies. . By the dread honours of thy sacred head. Not till that day shall Jove relax his rage. our virgin bed! Not by my arts the ruler of the main Steeps Troy in blood. From that great hour the war's whole fortune turns. And sent to Argos. Our high decree let various Iris know. Nor seem'd the vengeance worthy such a son: When. these submissive words return'd: "By every oath that powers immortal ties. And. and our fury dread. by thy wiles induced. And calls his senses from the verge of death. Let her descend. divine Sarpedon. Shall fall by thousands at the hero's feet. Achilles' glory to the stars to raise. and well-dissembled love. remember. What youths he slaughters under Ilion's walls! Even my loved son. If truth inspires thy tongue. And call the god that bears the silver bow. and lofty Ilion burns. Nor pull the unwilling vengeance on thy head. his own pity sway'd. he fought and disobey'd: Else had thy Juno better counsels given. fierce Boreas toss'd The shipwreck'd hero on the Coan coast.And all the raging gods opposed in vain? Headlong I hurl'd them from the Olympian hall. And taught submission to the sire of heaven." The Thunderer spoke: imperial Juno mourn'd. even to Achilles' fleet. falls! Vanquish'd at last by Hector's lance he lies. and once more wake the war: His labouring bosom re-inspires with breath. godlike Hector dies. Hear this. and his native shore. tremendous Styx! that flow Through the drear realms of gliding ghosts below. shall great Achilles rise: And lo! that instant. To help his Greeks. Stunn'd in the whirl. Lest arts and blandishments successless prove. And that unbroken vow. For godlike Hercules these deeds were done. and from the embattled plain Command the sea-god to his watery reign: While Phoebus hastes great Hector to prepare To rise afresh. Greece chased by Troy. Thy soft deceits. By thy black waves. Nor one of all the heavenly host engage In aid of Greece. but shall send in vain. trembling.) Then soon the haughty sea-god shall obey. to the plain Shall send Patroclus.

the nectar streams around. the feasts of heaven attend thy call. They bow'd. Severely bent his purpose to fulfil. Dares. Smiles on her lips a spleenful joy express'd. and made obeisance as she pass'd Through all the brazen dome: with goblets crown'd(239) They hail her queen. As soon shall freeze mankind with dire surprise. gods. Sat stedfast care. and sullen took her place. and bends the poles. though the thunder bursting o'er my head Should hurl me blazing on those heaps of dead. dare not vent a sigh. and unrestrain'd his will.Such was our word. with hasty vengeance flies. Behold Ascalaphus! behold him die. But dare not murmur. And anxious asks what cares disturb her soul? To whom the white-arm'd goddess thus replies: "Enough thou know'st the tyrant of the skies. obey: And thou. begin and show the way. Smote his rebelling breast. And damp the eternal banquets of the skies. As some wayfaring man. Submiss." The goddess said." Stern Mars. and measures space with space: So swift flew Juno to the bless'd abodes. Fair Themis first presents the golden bowl. The god of battles dares avenge the slain. Thy own loved boasted offspring lies o'erthrown. and fierce begun: "Thus then. who wanders o'er In thought a length of lands he trod before. with anguish for his slaughter'd son. Joins hill to dale. Sends forth his active mind from place to place. Thus she proceeds--"Attend. While on her wrinkled front." The trembling queen (the almighty order given) Swift from the Idaean summit shot to heaven. ye powers above! But know. and sees. 'tis madness to contest with Jove: Supreme he sits. in pride of sway. great Mars. Your vassal godheads grudgingly obey: Fierce in the majesty of power controls. Arms that reflect a radiance through the skies. . If that loved boasted offspring be thy own. immortals! thus shall Mars obey. and eyebrow bent. and lowering discontent. such threaten'd woes to come. Black horror sadden'd each celestial face. Unmoved his mind. and yield my vengeance way: Descending first to yon forbidden plain." With that he gives command to Fear and Flight To join his rapid coursers for the fight: Then grim in arms. Forgive me. To see the gathering grudge in every breast. Go thou. and fate the word obeys. Bid the crown'd nectar circle round the hall: But Jove shall thunder through the ethereal dome Such stern decrees. If thought of man can match the speed of gods. There sat the powers in awful synod placed. immortals! all he wills. Shakes all the thrones of heaven.

and curb'd the rising groan. then let him timely weigh Our elder birthright. And prompt obedience to the queen of air. And was imperial Juno heard in vain? Back to the skies wouldst thou with shame be driven. Or breathe from slaughter in the fields of air. and of savage game) There sat the eternal. Guilty and guiltless find an equal fate And one vast ruin whelm the Olympian state. Then Juno call'd (Jove's orders to obey) The winged Iris. or fleecy snows. the god that gilds the day. Sullen he sat.And now had Jove. by whom his power was given. Veil'd in a mist of fragrance him they found. and what we here ordain. springing through the bright abode. With clouds of gold and purple circled round. How shall his rashness stand the dire alarms. . And various Iris. Shall not the Thunderer's dread command restrain. Then (while a smile serenes his awful brow) Commands the goddess of the showery bow: "Iris! descend. and superior sway. Cease then thy offspring's death unjust to call. and yet shall fall. From frantic Mars she snatch'd the shield and spear. Struck for the immortal race with timely fear. and shakes the steady poles. the goddess wing'd her flight To sacred Ilion from the Idaean height. Report to yon mad tyrant of the main. Why should heaven's law with foolish man comply Exempted from the race ordain'd to die?" This menace fix'd the warrior to his throne. Heroes as great have died. to Ida's hills they came. Then the huge helmet lifting from his head. Swift as the wind. and sat. furious! art thou toss'd? Striv'st thou with Jove? thou art already lost. If he refuse. Well-pleased the Thunderer saw their earnest care. (Fair nurse of fountains. If heaven's omnipotence descend in arms? Strives he with me. Bid him from fight to his own deeps repair. and the god of day. And is there equal to the lord of heaven?" The all-mighty spoke. But Pallas. "Go wait the Thunderer's will (Saturnia cried) On yon tall summit of the fountful Ide: There in the father's awful presence stand. Starts from her azure throne to calm the god. and execute his dread command. The skies would yield an ampler scene of rage. Thus to the impetuous homicide she said: "By what wild passion. wing their airy way. he whose nod controls The trembling world." She said. Receive. And in thy guilt involve the host of heaven? Ilion and Greece no more should Jove engage. Swift as the rattling hail. Discharged his wrath on half the host of heaven. by bold rebellion driven.

" "And must I then (said she). To favour Ilion. To scourge the wretch insulting them and heaven. our triple rule we know. and this earth. the contended field: Not but his threats with justice I disclaim. O sire of floods! Bear this fierce answer to the king of gods? Correct it yet. And hush the roarings of the sacred deep. He breaks his faith with half the ethereal race. The lord of thunders. and superior sway. O'er the wide clouds. This if refused. earth's immortal dame: Assign'd by lot. And awe the younger brothers of the pole. How shall thy rashness stand the dire alarms If heaven's omnipotence descend in arms? Striv'st thou with him by whom all power is given? And art thou equal to the lord of heaven?" "What means the haughty sovereign of the skies? (The king of ocean thus. incensed. nor of his train. My court beneath the hoary waves I keep. and change thy rash intent. Pallas. No vassal god." Thus speaking. he bids thee timely weigh His elder birthright. and thus bespoke the source of light: . and our birth the same. The trembling. There to his children his commands be given. when Boreas fiercely blows. forgetful of his promise given To Hermes. and the queen of heaven. Give him to know. To elder brothers guardian fiends are given. The wrath of Neptune shall for ever last. in common lie: What claim has here the tyrant of the sky? Far in the distant clouds let him control. And to blue Neptune thus the goddess calls: "Attend the mandate of the sire above! In me behold the messenger of Jove: He bids thee from forbidden wars repair To thine own deeps. And plunged into the bosom of the flood.) Rule as he will his portion'd realms on high. to powerful Jove I yield. though angry. Ethereal Jove extends his high domain." "Great is the profit (thus the god rejoin'd) When ministers are blest with prudent mind: Warn'd by thy words. And ancient Rhea. that perfidious place. Infernal Pluto sways the shades below. A noble mind disdains not to repent. Howe'er the offence by other gods be pass'd. If yet. replies. furious from the field he strode. servile. and o'er the starry plain. second race of heaven. And quit.Drive through the skies. Olympus. or to the fields of air. So from the clouds descending Iris falls. The same our honours. am I. unless the Grecian train Lay yon proud structures level with the plain. Three brother deities from Saturn came. from his lofty height Beheld.

And breathed immortal ardour from above. while my trusty sword Bathed Greece in slaughter."Behold! the god whose liquid arms are hurl'd Around the globe. how. methinks. As when the pamper'd steed. With ample strokes he rushes to the flood. with reins unbound. Again his pulses beat. and trembles at our rage. That drives a turtle through the liquid skies. Else had my wrath." Thus to bold Hector spoke the son of Jove. propitious still to thee and Troy. And all the gods that round old Saturn dwell Had heard the thunders to the deeps of hell. the gliding ghosts I spy. Breaks from his stall. Well was the crime. His sense returning with the coming breeze. and well the vengeance spared. Shake my broad aegis on thy active arm. and urge his strength to war: Let Ilion conquer. His will divine the son of Jove obey'd." To him Apollo: "Be no more dismay'd. as the vision bright Stood shining o'er him. Again his loved companions meet his eyes. Glides down the mountain to the plain below. Jove thinking of his pains. . Burn'd to the bottom of his seas profound. half unseal'd his sight: "What blest immortal. whose earthquakes rock the world. Swell his bold heart. As Phoebus. Even power immense had found such battle hard. To bathe his sides. withholds thee from the war?" The fainting hero. Behold! thy Phoebus shall his arms employ. And hell's black horrors swim before my eye." The godhead said. Desists at length his rebel-war to wage. my son! the trembling Greeks alarm. and pours along the ground. and her battle gored. they pass'd away. And drive the Grecians headlong to the sea. Inspire thy warriors then with manly force. and be strong! the Thunderer sends thee aid. The mighty Ajax with a deadly blow Had almost sunk me to the shades below? Even yet. till the Achaian train Fly to their ships and Hellespont again: Then Greece shall breathe from toils. There Hector seated by the stream he sees. heaven's thrones all shaking round. To whom the god who gives the golden day: "Why sits great Hector from the field so far? What grief. Phoebus. and cool his fiery blood. Thus wakens Hector from the sleep of death? Has fame not told. with commanding breath. shooting from the Idaean brow. Go thou. his spirits rise. Not half so swift the sailing falcon flies. what wound. Be godlike Hector thy peculiar care. And to the ships impel thy rapid horse: Even I will make thy fiery coursers way. Seeks his own seas. See.

Behind. Jove! without thy powerful will. Soon as they see the furious chief appear. His mane dishevell'd o'er his shoulders flies: He snuffs the females in the well-known plain. "Gods! what portent (he cried) these eyes invades? Lo! Hector rises from the Stygian shades! We saw him. And Mars-like Meges: these the chiefs excite. and consent to fear. that late in conquering troops pursued. and all his hosts pursue. To scatter hosts and terrify mankind. But let the few whom brisker spirits warm. and form a deep array. And bold to combat in the standing fight. and his worst withstand: The Greeks' main body to the fleet command. and mingle in the skies. Far from the hunter's rage secure they lie Close in the rock. Thickening their ranks. and provoke the storm. Approach the foe. And not content that half of Greece lie slain. These drink the life of generous warriors slain: . the bravest of the à tolian force. Than winning words and heavenly eloquence. Vulcan to Jove the immortal gift consign'd. Merion gave command.His head. So Greece. he tosses to the skies. Fierce as he is. Forget to vanquish." The warrior spoke. Full of the god. by heroes flung. Teucer. Skill'd to direct the javelin's distant flight. Stand the first onset. and when such foes appear. unnumber'd multitudes attend. Each Ajax. And arrows leaping from the bow-string sung. Thus point your arms. Phoebus himself the rushing battle led. and shaded all the field. and meet the coming fight. And Hector first came towering to the war. Lo! still he lives. and the shores defend. let Hector learn to fear. (not fated yet to die) When lo! a lion shoots across the way! They fly: at once the chasers and the prey. Full on the front the pressing Trojans bear. pursues. And springs. now freed. thus Hector flew. And mark'd their progress through the ranks in blood. As when the force of men and dogs combined Invade the mountain goat. The valiant leader of the Cretan band. Thoas with grief observed his dreadful course. Thoas. exulting. and conquers still! Yet hear my counsel. The Greeks expect the shock. the listening Greeks obey. Not more in councils famed for solid sense. Jove's enormous shield Portentous shone. Dire was the hiss of darts. late. by thundering Ajax kill'd: What god restores him to the frighted field. Pours new destruction on her sons again? He comes not. A veil of clouds involved his radiant head: High held before him. or branching hind. to his fields again: Urged by the voice divine. To flank the navy. the clamours rise From different parts.

Points to the fleet: "For. And o'er the slaughter stalks gigantic death. While these fly trembling. The coursers fly. Pierced through the shoulder as he basely flies. confused. The sportive wanton. then Stichius bleeds. Some seek the trench. The wondering crowds the downward level trod. and cars tumultuous pass. By Paris. But when aloft he shakes it in the skies. And spread the carnage through the shady gloom. gloomy as the night. Then with his hand he shook the mighty wall. and the dogs devour. pleased with some new play. and the Athenians led. by this hand he dies.(240) Who dares but linger. Heaps fall on heaps: the slaughter Hector leads. Their force is humbled. On rush'd bold Hector. Shouts in their ears. earth and ocean roar! Apollo. scatter'd wide. Ã neas sped. And one Menestheus' friend and famed compeer. So flies a herd of oxen. One to the bold Boeotians ever dear. and men. And thee. and march'd the god. But hapless Medon from Oileus came. Impending Phoebus pours around them fear. Mecystes next Polydamas o'erthrew. When two fell lions from the mountain come. No friendly hand his funeral pyre compose. and no day to guide. others pant for breath. Polites' arm laid Echius on the plain. Medon and Iasus. planted at the trench's bound. brave Clonius. and thirst for blood in vain. Deep horror seizes every Grecian breast. The Greeks dismay'd. No weeping sister his cold eye shall close. Deiochus inglorious dies. No swain to guard them. This sprang from Phelus. Troy ends at last his labours and his life. animates the fight. great Agenor slew. And draws imagined houses in the sands. Push'd at the bank: down sank the enormous mound: Roll'd in the ditch the heapy ruin lay. . loud clamours shake the shore. the bulwarks fall: Easy as when ashore an infant stands. The horses thunder. disperse or fall. some skulk behind the wall. A banish'd man. The hosts rush on. And Troy and Hector thunder in the rear. Press'd by the vengeance of an angry wife. Before them flamed the shield. Sat doubtful conquest hovering o'er the field. and their fear confess'd.Those guiltless fall. Him Ajax honour'd with a brother's name. As long as Phoebus bore unmoved the shield. And lo! the turrets nod. the victors spoil the slain. O'er the dread fosse (a late impervious space) Now steeds. A sudden road! a long and ample way. by the gods! who flies. Forbids to plunder. in Phylace he dwell'd." Furious he said. The birds shall tear him. First great Arcesilas. Though born of lawless love: from home expell'd. and lightens in their eyes. Stretch'd on one heap. the smoking chariot bounds. Who stops to plunder at this signal hour. the smarting scourge resounds.

We paid the fattest firstlings of the fold. starting from his seat. when black tempests mix the seas and skies. One Greek enrich'd thy shrine with offer'd gore. While thus the thunder of the battle raged. though numerous. the towers and walls.Sweeps the slight works and fashion'd domes away: Thus vanish'd at thy touch. threats. Victorious Troy. Confused. The toil of thousands in a moment falls. The embodied Greeks the fierce attack sustain. He wrings his hands. Fierce on the ships above. The voice is powerful of a faithful friend. then. Its womb they deluge. . Perhaps some favouring god his soul may bend. and. eyes. swifter than the wind Sprung from the tent. But strive. A mournful witness of this scene of woe. his wounded friend. And save the relics of the Grecian name. Experienced Nestor chief obtests the skies. Presumptuous Troy mistook the accepting sign. and left the war behind. and its ribs they rend: Thus loudly roaring. And weeps his country with a father's eyes. With bitter groans his sorrows he express'd. The Grecians gaze around with wild despair." Thus prayed the sage: the eternal gave consent. Still in the tent Patroclus sat to tend The good Eurypylus. And urge the gods. the cars below. the storm of arrows flies. and hands. commands. and weary all the powers with prayer: Exhort their men. I haste to urge him by his country's care To rise in arms. the medicine of the mind. through that firm array." He spoke. and those the javelin throw. "O Jove! if ever. speaking. These wield the mace. And peals of thunder shook the firmament. Above the sides of some tall ship ascend. If e'er. on his native shore. He sprinkles healing balms. to repulse in vain: Nor could the Trojans. Mount the thick Trojans up the Grecian wall. he beats his manly breast. As. And labouring armies round the works engaged. But when he saw. And adds discourse. and o'erpowering all. to anguish kind. Force to the fleet and tents the impervious way. Legions on legions from each side arise: Thick sound the keels. in hope our country to behold. ascending up the fleet. and shine again in war. with praises. with voices. If e'er thou sign'st our wishes with thy nod: Perform the promise of a gracious god! This day preserve our navies from the flame. And catch'd new fury at the voice divine. "Though yet thy state require redress (he cries) Depart I must: what horrors strike my eyes! Charged with Achilles' high command I go. The roaring deeps in watery mountains rise.

our loved companion! now no more! Dear as a parent. With anguish Ajax views the piercing sight. "Oh! all of Trojan. The well-stored quiver on his shoulders hung: Then hiss'd his arrow. high-towering o'er the fleet. this acted by a god. for ever at his side. Clytus. and godlike Hector meet. (To thee. . secure his obsequies!" This said. and equal kept the war. nor that defend: One kept the shore. The pointed death arrests him from behind: Through his fair neck the thrilling arrow flies. In peace. with a parent's care To fight our wars he left his native air. his eager javelin sought the foe: But Ajax shunn'd the meditated blow. save his arms. as he lived. At one proud bark. hastening to his aid. all of Lycian race! Stand to your arms. And lies a lifeless load along the land. sustain'd at Ajax' board. behold! extended on the shore Our friend. and levels every part. and the bowstring sung. Smooths the rough wood. at distance far. The deck approaching. expires: Thundering he falls. with like skill and care. As all on glory ran his ardent mind. Preserved their line. pierced by Telamon's huge lance. to Hector's rage we owe. Ajax the great. The son of Clytius in his daring hand. Where are those darts on which the fates attend? And where the bow which Phoebus taught to bend?" Impatient Teucer. Brave deeds of arms through all the ranks were tried. With equal hand he guides his whole design. But. In youth's first bloom reluctantly he dies. with Palladian art. From the high poop he tumbles on the sand. maintain this arduous space: Lo! where the son of royal Clytius lies. Before the chief his ample bow display'd. Not vainly yet the forceful lance was thrown. Ah. shakes a flaming brand. By the just rule. This death deplored. Polydamas! an honour'd name) Drove through the thickest of the embattled plains The startling steeds. and shook his eager reins. That fix'd as fate. he died. and war. and one the vessel trod. renown'd in fame.As when a shipwright. For one bright prize the matchless chiefs contend. A faithful servant to a foreign lord. As stretch'd in dust before the stern he lay. Revenge. and drops the extinguish'd fires. Hurl'd from the lofty seat. Near his loved master. revenge it on the cruel foe. It stretch'd in dust unhappy Lycophron: An exile long. And every ship sustained an equal tide. Pisenor's son. and the directing line: The martial leaders. And thus inflames his brother to the fight: "Teucer. Great Hector view'd him with a sad survey. Nor this the ships can fire.

The headlong coursers spurn his empty car. Then. At its full stretch as the tough string he drew. And spread your glory with the navy's flame. And quit the quiver for the ponderous shield. From the proud archer strike his vaunted bow: Indulgent Jove! how plain thy favours shine. This Hector saw. though slain in fight he be. to thy careful hand. Strong to impel the flight of many a dart. deserted. The warrior wields. When happy nations bear the marks divine! How easy then. and sweat. Thy brave example shall the rest inflame. ye warriors. struck the bow. and such is ours: Behold. Down dropp'd the bow: the shaft with brazen head Fell innocent. and Troy! Be mindful of yourselves. your ancient fame. Till sad Polydamas the steeds restrain'd. . The gallant man. Death is the worst. Struck by an arm unseen. The fourfold buckler o'er his shoulder tied. To force our fleet. or even a ship to gain. But Hector was not doom'd to perish then: The all-wise disposer of the fates of men (Imperial Jove) his present death withstands. in his country's cause. Astynous. Nor was such glory due to Teucer's hands. rush'd amidst the foe: Rage edged his sword. his children free." Then Teucer laid his faithless bow aside. And gave. With nodding horse-hair formidably graced. and blood: their utmost might Shall find its match--No more: 'tis ours to fight. I saw his hand. Fierce as they are. whose point with brass refulgent shines. but now. it burst in two. A dart. and on the dust lay dead. "Some god prevents our destined enterprise: Some god. And for our country. At Hector's breast a chosen arrow draws: And had the weapon found the destined way. great Trojan! had renown'd that day. Has. from my arm unfailing. and strengthen'd every blow. And broke the nerve my hands had twined with art. On his brave head a crested helm he placed. The astonish'd archer to great Ajax cries. Once more bold Teucer. to see the sinking state Of realms accursed. a fate which all must try. 'tis a bliss to die. and lay thy arrows by: Thy arms no less suffice the lance to wield. Entails a debt on all the grateful state. Dardanus. Yet leaves his nation safe. propitious to the Trojan foe. reprobate! Such is the fate of Greece. Thy fall. In the first ranks indulge thy thirst of fame. and thus express'd his joy: "Ye troops of Lycia. and his great brother joins. Asks toil. and exert your powers. Jove is with us. fired to vengeance." "Since heaven commands it (Ajax made reply) Dismiss the bow. by long successes vain.

the purple honours glow. And late posterity enjoy the deed!" This roused the soul in every Trojan breast: The godlike Ajax next his Greeks address'd: "How long. and battles won. And issued at his breast. And stood by Meges' side a sudden aid. How Hector calls. and now saves the son. how near they fall. of old Antenor's race. And every kindling bosom pants for fame. To your own hands are trusted all your fates. . Shorn from the crest. (To generous Argos what a dire disgrace!) How long on these cursed confines will ye lie. O Phoebus! was thy care) But Croesmus' bosom took the flying spear: His corpse fell bleeding on the slippery shore. By Hector here the Phocian Schedius died. Then mutual slaughters spread on either side. all his race succeed. And better far in one decisive strife. and Troy obeys his call! Not to the dance that dreadful voice invites. Full at the Trojan's head he urged his lance. Phyleus' ample breastplate wore. Dolops. Polydamas laid Otus on the sand. the son of Lampus. and press'd by such inglorious hands. and all the rage of fights. what methods to retire. rushes on. Sprung from the race of old Laomedon. He pierced the centre of his sounding shield: But Meges. Still press'd.His own brave friends shall glory in his fate. With thundering sound The warrior falls. The fierce commander of the Epeian band. Than keep this hard-got inch of barren sands. from the death withdrew. Compact. Which held its passage through the panting heart. Yet undetermined." The listening Grecians feel their leader's flame. extended on the ground. For king Euphetes gave the golden mail. His radiant arms triumphant Meges bore. If once your vessels catch the Trojan fire? Make how the flames approach. stooping. in cities storm'd. The victor. There. ye warriors of the Argive race. (That valued life. And famed for prowess in a well-fought field. Through Dolops' shoulder urged his forceful dart. pierced by Ajax. One day should end our labour or our life. In rush the conquering Greeks to spoil the slain: But Hector's voice excites his kindred train. His wife live honour'd. 'Tis now no time for wisdom or debates. sunk Laodamas. Had saved the father. and firm with many a jointed scale) Which oft. His lance bold Meges at the victor threw. (Well-known in fight on Selle's winding shore. or to live or die? What hopes remain. Meantime their fight the Spartan king survey'd. Chief of the foot. It calls to death. New ting'd with Tyrian dye: in dust below. Where the high plumes above the helmet dance.

his lance he threw. he held his place. While the swift javelin hiss'd along in air. And stop the Trojans. . and rooted in the Grecian hearts: They join. they throng. But when oppress'd. And thus inflamed him. And catch from breast to breast the noble fire. to two at once a prey. And round the black battalions cast his view. Advancing Melanippus met the dart With his bold breast. nor attempt a deed? Lift the bold lance. The brave live glorious. And flank the navy with a brazen wall. they thicken at his call. and learn an honest shame: Let mutual reverence mutual warmth inspire. and worse than death. The troops of Troy recede with sudden fear. and all her glory end. Respect yourselves. and felt it in his heart: Thundering he falls. Melanippus! lo." His generous sense he not in vain imparts. though impell'd by Jove. Heaved from the lowest stone. Shields touching shields. his falling arms resound. Him Hector singled. gallant. It sunk. and make some Trojan bleed.The hero most. his country claim'd his care. So strong to fight. and bury all In one sad sepulchre. Return'd to Ilion. Or Ilion from her towery height descend." Hector (this said) rush'd forward on the foes: With equal ardour Melanippus glows: Then Ajax thus--"O Greeks! respect your fame. or lamented die. and young. And rends his side. and excell'd in war. He (ere to Troy the Grecians cross'd the main) Fed his large oxen on Percote's plain. in Priam's court. And his broad buckler rings against the ground. Forth rush'd the youth with martial fury fired. with loud applause. in order blaze above. as his troops he led. For this. And lo! they bear the bloody arms away! Come on--a distant war no longer wage. The wretch that trembles in the field of fame. fresh-bleeding with the dart The distant hunter sent into his heart. "Is there (he said) in arms a youth like you. Beyond the foremost ranks. But hand to hand thy country's foes engage: Till Greece at once. Beloved no less than Priam's royal race." He said. and backward to the lines retired. brave. "Lo. The fiery Spartan first. Meets death. And is it thus our royal kinsman dies? O'ermatch'd he falls. pointing to the dead. one common fall. from Hicetaon sprung. where Dolops lies. The victor leaps upon his prostrate prize: Thus on a roe the well-breath'd beagle flies. Fierce Melanippus. On valour's side the odds of combat lie. so active to pursue? Why stand you distant. Warms the bold son of Nestor in his cause. eternal shame.

But lifts to glory Troy's prevailing bands. or shepherd's swain. . and involves the poles. And instant death on every wave appears. He raises Hector to the work design'd. Swells all their hearts. While stones and darts in mingled tempest flew. Wraps the vast mountains. And gains the friendly shelter of the wood: So fears the youth. and bursts upon them all: Bursts as a wave that from the cloud impends. He foams with wrath. swell'd with tempests. And gave what fate allow'd. Unhappy glories! for his fate was near. tired. and single every prize. Girt in surrounding flames. the thickest fight. by billows beat in vain. moveless as a tower. Waves when he nods. when human crimes for vengeance call. the scale of war shall turn. On all sides batter'd. He points his ardour. yet resists his power: So some tall rock o'erhangs the hoary main. Then. and whole armies fall. While conscious of the deed. Has torn the shepherd's dog. And drives him. he seems to fall Like fire from Jove. Now on the fleet the tides of Trojans drove. Fierce to fulfil the stern decrees of Jove: The sire of gods. his eyes Burn at each foe. ranging o'er the plain. Timely he flies the yet-untasted food. all Troy with shouts pursue. The Grecian phalanx. Not with more rage a conflagration rolls. his breast. On Ida's top he waits with longing eyes. and Pelides' spear: Yet Jove deferr'd the death he was to pay. and sing through every shroud: Pale. he turns His manly breast. And. and lightens as he turns: For Jove his splendour round the chief had thrown. Bold as he was. the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts. on the foe. And sees the watery mountains break below. And hears the gathering multitude resound. White are the decks with foam. But enter'd in the Grecian ranks. So Mars. the tempest blow.Observing Hector to the rescue flew. beneath his gloomy brow Like fiery meteors his red eye-balls glow: The radiant helmet on his temple burns. on the ship descends. confirming Thetis' prayer. trembling. Still at the closest ranks. and strengthens all their hands. The Grecian ardour quench'd in deep despair. nor till then. To view the navy blazing to the skies. Bids him with more than mortal fury glow. like a lightning. Shakes his huge javelin. Antilochus withdrew. and conquer'd Ilion burn. And cast the blaze of both the hosts on one. and with new fury burns. Due to stern Pallas. he glares around. Unmoved it hears. above. So when a savage. and exerts his might. the honours of a day! Now all on fire for fame. the sailors freeze with fears. The Trojans fly.(241) By winds assail'd. These fates revolved in his almighty mind.

in arms well known to fame. to guard these utmost shores. Amidst the plain of some wide-water'd fen. His circling friends. a gloomy. And show'd the shores. And by their parents. his brazen helmet rung. Minerva seconds what the sage inspires. by me they sue. by themselves implores. "Oh friends! be men: your generous breasts inflame With mutual honour. At large expatiate o'er the ranker mead) Leaps on the herds before the herdsman's eyes. or fight. your fortunes. or of peace or war: But doom'd to Hector's stronger force to yield! Against the margin of his ample shield He struck his hasty foot: his heels up-sprung. They ask their safety. The scene wide-opening to the blaze of light. Wall'd round with sterns. (Where numerous oxen. Some lordly bull (the rest dispersed and fled) He singles out. and slew: Mycenian Periphes. and lays him dead. A son as generous as the sire was base. Copreus was his sire: The son redeem'd the honours of the race. a mighty name. and all who fly. Absent. and round him breathed heroic fires. who strove to guard too late The unhappy hero. The trembling herdsman far to distance flies. The chief so thunders. Chased from the foremost line. and so shakes the fleet. receding toward the main: Wedged in one body at the tents they stand. the navy. The minister of stern Eurystheus' ire Against Alcides. the Grecian train Now man the next. fled. As when a lion. restoring all the war to view. And plunged the pointed javelin in his breast.So pale the Greeks the eyes of Hector meet. On the fallen chief the invading Trojan press'd. all the care Your wives." He spoke. by me they speak. and the main: Hector they saw. but Nestor most (The sage preserver of the Grecian host) Exhorts. desperate band. arrests. Think of each ancestor with glory dead. as at ease they feed. The mist of darkness Jove around them threw She clear'd. and with mutual shame! Think of your hopes. but one he seized. Supine he fell. And all are lost. if you desert the day. and their fame. and your parents share: Think of each living father's reverend head. your infants. In wisdom great. Now fear itself confines them to the fight: Man courage breathes in man. or shared his fate. from you: The gods their fates on this one action lay. rushing from his den. O'er all his country's youth conspicuous far In every virtue. . A sudden ray shot beaming o'er the plain. Now manly shame forbids the inglorious flight. adjures. Thus from the rage of Jove-like Hector flew All Greece in heaps.

The warring nations meet. while they light for food. Still raging. As furious. Secure of death. kept alive the war. fix'd to certain stands But looks a moving tower above the bands. like others. confiding in despair: Troy in proud hopes already view'd the main Bright with the blaze. And rush'd enraged before the Trojan crowd. and red with heroes slain: Like strength is felt from hope. And each contends. as his were all the war. they grow: Wounded. as side by side they run. Stoops down impetuous. and seek each other's hearts With falchions. and his ample size: A ponderous mace with studs of iron crown'd. or glitter on the ground. axes. darkens with his wings the flood. So when a horseman from the watery mead (Skill'd in the manage of the bounding steed) Drives four fair coursers. Thou wouldst have thought. He shifts his seat. And bathed their generous breasts with mutual blood. they wound. and from despair. High on the decks with vast gigantic stride. he swings around. axes sound. and gives this loud command: . Nor fights. yet unconquer'd. His port majestic. Jove leads him on with his almighty hand. "Twas thou. And breathes fierce spirits in his following band. Then swift invades the ships. And. shields rattle. And now to this. Swords flash in air. No force could tame them. Hector thunder'd threats aloud. practised to obey. So the strong eagle from his airy height. and vaults from one to one. and shorten'd darts. stooping.First of the field great Ajax strikes their eyes. With streaming blood the slippery shores are dyed. and now to that he flies. whose beaky prores Lay rank'd contiguous on the bending shores. No less the wonder of the warring crew. bold Hector! whose resistless hand First seized a ship on that contested strand. And the long battle was but then begun. And slaughter'd heroes swell the dreadful tide. Thick beats the combat on the sounding prores. Safe in his art. The same which dead Protesilaus bore. Admiring numbers follow with their eyes. No room to poise the lance or bend the bow. and man to man. Who marks the swans' or cranes' embodied flight. The falchions ring. Greece. As if new vigour from new fights they won. The godlike hero stalks from side to side. and no toil could tire. so furious was their fire. To some great city through the public way. From ship to ship thus Ajax swiftly flew. swords. the battle roars. But hand to hand. Full twenty cubits long. Hector with his ample hand Grasps the high stern.(242) The first that touch'd the unhappy Trojan shore: For this in arms the warring nations stood.

Against the sable ships. 'Tis hostile ground you tread. Wakes all our force. in a moment fell.] CASTOR AND POLLUX. Bright with destruction of yon hostile fleet.[Illustration: AJAX DEFENDING THE GREEK SHIPS." Raging he spoke. the boldest. he stands to wait What chief approaching dares attempt his fate: Even to the last his naval charge defends. no city to defend. Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell. no bulwarks your retreat attend. and deaths. and darts. So well the chief his naval weapon sped. But turns his javelin to the work of death. Even yet. (so thick the javelins fly. "O friends! O heroes! names for ever dear. and now protends.) Stepp'd back. The luckless warrior at his stern lay dead: Full twelve. "Haste. to lose or keep. and here rolls the deep.] AJAX DEFENDING THE GREEK SHIPS. Whate'er bold Trojan arm'd his daring hands. and the day desired appears! This happy day with acclamations greet. [Illustration: CASTOR AND POLLUX. The coward-counsels of a timorous throng Of reverend dotards check'd our glory long: Too long Jove lull'd us with lethargic charms. now lifts. But now in peals of thunder calls to arms: In this great day he crowns our full desires. What aids expect you in this utmost strait? What bulwarks rising between you and fate? No aids. and thunderbolts of war! Ah! yet be mindful of your old renown. bring the flames! that toil of ten long years Is finished. and fires. No friends to help. nor further wastes his breath. and doubted or to live or die. Yet. the Greeks with piercing shouts inspires. and seconds all our fires. BOOK XVI. Your great forefathers' virtues and your own. where the oars are placed. . Once sons of Mars. far from hence: your fates are in your hands. your native lands Far. This spot is all you have. Even Ajax paused. Now shakes his spear." He spoke--the warriors at his fierce command Pour a new deluge on the Grecian band. Amidst attacks. There stand the Trojans. with flaming brands.

The Trojans. taking him for that hero. are cast into the uttermost consternation. with compassion moved. And pay the forfeit of their haughty lord? Whate'er the cause. Pleased in their age to hear their children's praise. Euphorbus wounds him. Thus spoke. horses. trickling to the plains below. what grief thy bosom bears. reveal thy secret care. and bleeding in his tent: Eurypylus. And wise Ulysses. where Apollo repulses and disarms him. after which Patroclus leads the Myrmidons to battle. Not more the mother's soul. that infant warms. He agrees to it. While the black vessels smoked with human gore. . Sarpedon is killed." A sigh that instant from his bosom broke. Thyself a Greek. at the sight of Patroclus in Achilles' armour. pursues the foe to the walls of Troy. indulgent. in the heat of which. or for. Atreus' son. Doom'd in their ships to sink by fire and sword. Patroclus. THE ACTS AND DEATH OF PATROCLUS Patroclus (in pursuance of the request of Nestor in the eleventh book) entreats Achilles to suffer him to go to the assistance of the Greeks with Achilles' troops and armour. say. The armour. no infant whom the mother keeps From her loved breast. Several other particulars of the battle are described. Their pain soft arts of pharmacy can ease. though Jupiter was averse to his fate. of Greeks the best! Lo! every chief that might her fate prevent. From the tall rock the sable waters flow. Lies pierced with wounds. Achilles offers a libation for the success of his friend. without further pursuit of the enemy. once. and reaching at her arms. Thy good Menoetius breathes the vital air. Meantime Patroclus to Achilles flies. The streaming tears fall copious from his eyes Not faster. which concludes the book. and officers are described. More for their country's wounds than for their own. And hoary Peleus yet extends his days. and Hector kills him. That flows so fast in these unmanly tears? No girl.ARGUMENT THE SIXTH BATTLE. he beats them off from the vessels. soldiers. but at the same time charges him to content himself with rescuing the fleet. And speak those sorrows which a friend would share. most tender care). Than thou hast mine! Oh tell me. Another follow'd. Clung to her knees. my martial band? Or come sad tidings from our native land? Our fathers live (our first. Hector himself flies. Tydides. Divine Pelides. and Patroclus spoke: "Let Greece at length with pity touch thy breast. to what end Thy melting sorrows thus pursue thy friend? "Griev'st thou for me. to his best beloved:(243) "Patroclus. at the navy groan. Or may some meaner cause thy pity claim? Perhaps yon relics of the Grecian name. So warr'd both armies on the ensanguined shore. with fonder passion weeps. neglecting the orders of Achilles. and.

So rough thy manners. and in his arms thy death. her o'erlabour'd train Shall quit the ships. 'Tis time our fury should relent at last: I fix'd its date. Shall curse that fierce. Those. Unfortunately good! a boding sigh Thy friend return'd. inspire my rage: I made him tyrant: gave him power to wrong Even my: I felt it. May never rage like thine my soul enslave. Go save the fleets. and Greece respire again. "If some dire oracle thy breast alarm. Thou begg'st his arms. Due to the votes of all the Grecian train. at my sight amazed. Nor words from Jove nor oracles he hears. Without thy person Greece shall win the day. A soul well suiting that tempestuous kind. My wrongs. my constant thought engage. But sure thou spring'st not from a soft embrace. How the cloud blackens. dishonour'd. See the thin relics of their baffled band At the last edge of yon deserted land! Behold all Ilion on their ships descends. Some beam of comfort yet on Greece may shine. the day I wish'd appears: How Hector to my ships his battle bears. so untamed thy mind. Go then. and in Achilles' arms: Lead forth my martial Myrmidons to fight." Thus. Due to my conquest of her father's reign. this reply: "Patroclus! thy Achilles knows no fears. What friend. he forced away. the bold and brave. Nor ever tender goddess brought thee forth: Some rugged rock's hard entrails gave thee form. and ages yet behind. Nor aught a mother's caution can suggest. Disgraced. when. Patroclus! court fair honour's charms In Troy's famed fields. the shouts invade my ears. from thee shall hope redress? No--men unborn. But bear we this--the wrongs I grieve are past. And thy mere image chase her foes away. what man. The flames my eyes. The tyrant's pride lies rooted in my breast. "O man unpitying! if of man thy race. and with it. and conquer in my right. my sole oracles. blind to fate! with supplicating breath. or Thetis. From me he forced her.Thy breast alone no lenitives appease. O great in vain! unprofitably brave! Thy country slighted in her last distress. Due to the toils of many a well-fought day. my wrongs. and desert the war. And raging seas produced thee in a storm. as this helmet blazed: . my black-eyed maid. The maid. Press'd by fresh forces. like the meanest slave. Troy saw and trembled. stop thy arm. Nor ever amorous hero caused thy birth. If I but lead the Myrmidonian line: Clad in thy dreadful arms if I appear. If aught from Jove. Proud Troy shall tremble. that unforgiving mind. how the storm impends! It was not thus. and shall feel it long. me.

Say. Ajax no more the sounding storm sustain'd. and own'd the hand divine. His pointless spear the warrior shakes in vain. Yet scarce an army stirs him from his post. . His hollow helm with falling javelins rung. comes and goes. How first the navy blazed with Trojan flame? Stern Hector waved his sword. Great Ajax saw. issue to the plain: Now save the ships. But heed my words. Do her own work. alone. no bulwarks now the Trojans fear. Yon ample trench had buried half her host. His breath. But touch not Hector. Patroclus. and mark a friend's command. thick streams the fiery shower. O'er the high stern the curling volumes rise. Apollo. Those are not dreadful. And sheets of rolling smoke involve the skies. Some adverse god thy rashness may destroy. The brazen head falls sounding on the plain. Spent and o'erpower'd. And give the Greeks to visit Greece again. no Achilles there. No longer flames the lance of Tydeus' son. And not a Greek of all the race survive: Might only we the vast destruction shun. Let Greece. Some god. he barely breathes at most. No more your general calls his heroes on: Hector. and woe succeeds to woe. That the broad falchion lopp'd its brazen head.Had not the injurious king our friendship lost. I hear. And only we destroy the accursed town!" Such conference held the chiefs. Dangers on dangers all around him glow. Where furious Ajax plied his ashen spear. O! would to all the immortal powers above. like Phoebus. Full on the lance a stroke so justly sped. the rising fires restrain. And toil to toil. or proclaims your death. Yet now. Warn'd he retreats. And painful sweat from all his members flows. Hector is my due. while on the strand Great Jove with conquest crown'd the Trojan band. ever kind to Troy. and leave the rest to fate. Who trusts his fame and honours in thy hand. The fleet once saved. Confessing Jove. throned above the starry frame. No camps. and standing near. So thick the darts an iron tempest rain'd: On his tired arm the weighty buckler hung. redeem'd from this destructive strait. Muses. Nor lead to Ilion's walls the Grecian race. Then swift from all sides pour The hissing brands. and trembling at the sign. and almighty Jove! That not one Trojan might be left alive. in quick short pantings. Be just. his dreadful breath Commands your slaughter. desist from further chase. consult my glory. And from thy deeds expects the Achaian host Shall render back the beauteous maid he lost: Rage uncontroll'd through all the hostile crew. Though Jove in thunder should command the war. and forbear. Pallas.

[Illustration: Buckles. and in grace. terrific. The brave Automedon (an honour'd name. around the chief they stand. rush'd the Myrmidonian crew. Pelides' javelin stands. Has drench'd their wide insatiate throats with blood. that seek the springs(244) When scalding thirst their burning bowels wrings. and warms His hardy Myrmidons to blood and arms. All breathing death.] Buckles. and first around His manly legs. Not to be poised but by Pelides' hands: From Pelion's shady brow the plant entire Old Chiron rent. like in strength. with silver buckles bound The clasping greaves. Such their dread strength. a hideous throng. and the dread of fields. Achilles speeds from tent to tent. And smote his thigh. in swiftness. In peace his friend. arm. The friend with ardour and with joy obey'd. The second to his lord in love and fame. Arm. the blaze aspires! The glowing ocean reddens with the fires. Alone untouch'd. By Zephyr pregnant on the breezy shore: Swift Pedasus was added to their side. as in a starry zone: Achilles' shield his ample shoulders spread. and such their deathful view. I haste to bring the troops. Fire fills their eye."--The hero said. With paunch distended. now Achilles' pride) Who. To the black fount they rush. Like furious. bore. ere our vessels catch the spreading flame. Patroclus! Lo. Whom the wing'd harpy. Sprung from the wind. When some tall stag.Divine Achilles view'd the rising flames. The death of heroes. (Once great Aetion's. swift Podarge. and shaped it for his sire. of immortal breed. their black jaws belch the gore. Achilles' helmet nodded o'er his head: Adorn'd in all his terrible array. A mortal courser match'd the immortal race. And gorged with slaughter still they thirst for more. He flash'd around intolerable day. High in the midst the great Achilles stands. He cased his limbs in brass. formidable band: Grim as voracious wolves. and thus aloud exclaims: "Arm. Xanthus and Balius. Whose son's great arm alone the weapon wields. then to his breast applies The flaming cuirass of a thousand dyes. and with lolling tongue. ere the Grecians be no more a name. Emblazed with studs of gold his falchion shone In the rich belt. and like the wind in speed. fresh-slaughtered in the wood. . and partner of the war) The winged coursers harness'd to the car. Arm. A grim.

Close and more close the listening cohorts press'd. whom Polymele the gay. had launch'd for Ilion's shores Full fifty vessels. urged. Or if a surer. loved of Jove. whose waters wash the earth. Eudorus next. and weary all your hands!" [Illustration: DIANA. or aim the distant dart. Not conscious of those loves. Pisander follow'd. in your ships you lay) Oh nursed with gall. great Patroclus! thine. ye chiefs. While restless. as in sway. Soon as Achilles with superior care Had call'd the chiefs. Whose rage defrauds us of so famed a field: If that dire fury must for ever burn. of celestial birth. unknowing how to yield. With gifts of price he sought and won the dame. No hand so sure of all the Emathian line. And heir'd his mother's swiftness in the chase. Her sire caress'd him with a parent's care. bathe your swords in gore! This day shall give you all your soul demands. (thus ye used to say. The god pursued her. and order'd all the war. . sly Cellenius loved: on her would gaze. return!' Such were your words--Now. Himself supreme in valour. Lo there the Trojans. raging. long hid from fame. As with swift step she form'd the running maze: To her high chamber from Diana's quire. matchless in his art To wing the spear. Her. and crown'd his fire. warriors! grieve no more. that espoused the dame. Divine Sperchius! Jove-descended flood! A mortal mother mixing with a god. Her secret offspring to her sire she bare. Think what reproach these ears endured so long. and the war commands.Directs their order. Strong Echecleus. but miscall'd by fame The son of Borus. Glut all your hearts. produced to-day.] DIANA. This stern remembrance to his troops he gave: "Ye far-famed Myrmidons. Derived from thee. He. ye fierce and brave! Think with what threats you dared the Trojan throng. Thus while he roused the fire in every breast. The son confess'd his father's heavenly race. Laerces' valiant offspring led the last. Famed in the graceful dance. mann'd with fifty oars: Five chosen leaders the fierce bands obey. What make we here? Return. Such was Menestheus. bless'd in all those charms That pleased a god. First march'd Menestheus. succeeded to her arms. The fourth by Phoenix' grave command was graced. 'Stern son of Peleus.

Achilles went To the rich coffer in his shady tent. his feet upon the place Of sacrifice. Patroclus here. There bold Automedon. Oh! be his guard thy providential care. and to the Greeks despair. And round him wide the rising structure grows: So helm to helm. To free the fleet was granted to his prayer. Who hear. . This tinged with sulphur. at Thetis' prayer. and wash'd it in the running stream. and fixing for a space His eyes on heaven. and thus the god implored: "O thou supreme! high-throned all height above! O great Pelasgic. I yield. and vapours chill. As when a circling wall the builder forms. Preserve his arms. Their feet unwash'd. Glory to me. Which never man had stained with ruddy wine. And costly furs. He purged. of arms a steely ring Still grows. sacred first to flame. And catch the fates. low-whispered in the breeze. Nor raised in offerings to the power divine.Ranks wedged in ranks. Float in one sea. Presid'st on bleak Dodona's vocal hill: (Whose groves the Selli. Compacted stones the thickening work compose. thy dark decrees. and spreads. and man drove man along. But mindful of the gods. Far o'er the rest in glittering pomp appear. (The presents of the silver-footed dame) From thence he took a bowl. race austere! surround. and wave before the wind. I stay but half behind. Of strength defensive against wind and storms. Brothers in arms. Dodonaean Jove! Who 'midst surrounding frosts. Lo. and Peleus' son to none Had raised in offerings. And safe return him to these eyes again!" Great Jove consents to half the chief's request.) Hear. But Peleus' son. But when the fleets are saved from foes and fire. their slumbers on the ground. of antique frame. to my ships confined. together join'd. Though still determined. to the dangers of the fighting field The best. as of old! Thou gav'st. the dearest of my friends. two bodies with one soul inspired. undistinguish'd plumes. Let him with conquest and renown retire. But heaven's eternal doom denies the rest. and thickens round the king. There lay on heaps his various garments roll'd. from rustling oaks. with equal fury fired. Patroclus gone. Then cleansed his hands. preserve his social train. the winds dispersed in air. His safe return. Thick. and crest to crest they throng. but to Jove alone. the purple draught he pour'd Forth in the midst. Confirm his heart. and carpets stiff with gold. and string his arm to war: Press'd by his single force let Hector see His fame in arms not owing all to me. Shield urged on shield. Two friends.

The war stood still. Pour from their mansions by the broad highway. And waits the combat with impatient eyes. and scatter'd o'er the plains. And streams. And humble the proud monarch whom you save. and commence the war. Then first thy spear. Now every Greek some hostile hero slew. (Who led his bands from Axius' winding flood. The great Paeonian. and vales.Back to his tent the stern Achilles flies. In swarms the guiltless traveller engage. strike the eyes. When great Achilles' shining armour blazed: Troy saw. But Troy repulsed. Clear'd from the smoke the joyful navy lies. they tremble. Whet all their stings." Joyful they heard. and call forth all their rage: All rise in arms. Thus from the tents the fervent legion swarms. with a flashing ray. and buzzing progeny. Close to the stern of that famed ship which bore Unbless'd Protesilaus to Ilion's shore. and forests. And add new glories to his mighty name. divine Patroclus! flew. And all the unmeasured ether flames with light. and kindling as he spoke. partners of Achilles' praise! Be mindful of your deeds in ancient days. and so keen their arms: Their rising rage Patroclus' breath inspires. At once they see. Your godlike master let your acts proclaim. the rocks in prospect rise. Patroclus' arm forbids the spreading fires. As wasps. and they fly. Meanwhile the troops beneath Patroclus' care. and lets down the day: The hills shine out. involved in fire and smoke. Bursts through the darkness. The groaning warrior pants upon the ground. Fly diverse. Where the war raged. and all around them gazed. Flew to the fleet. And from the half-burn'd ship proud Troy retires. O'er heaven's expanse like one black ceiling spread. From shore to shore the doubling shouts resound. In heaps on heaps the foe tumultuous flies. Who thus inflames them with heroic fires: "O warriors. Triumphant Greece her rescued decks ascends. Think your Achilles sees you fight: be brave. and where the tumult grew. The smiling scene wide opens to the sight. The hollow ships return a deeper sound. Invade the Trojans. . scatter'd o'er the distant plain. bold Pyrechmes stood. And loud acclaim the starry region rends. So when thick clouds enwrap the mountain's head. Sudden the Thunderer. with a general cry. His troops. provoked by children in their play. that see their country's glory slain. So loud their clamours.) His shoulder-blade receives the fatal wound. Assert their waxen domes. yet the fight maintains. and thought the dread Achilles nigh. Forced from the navy. and.

Amisodarus' seed.But still the foremost. the warrior lay. Pierced through the shoulder as he mounts his steeds. the body sunk to dust. Thy breast. thus two brothers bleed. met in arms. his eyes. effused with gushing gore. In equal arms two sons of Nestor stand. received the Spartan lance. his nostrils. And two bold brothers of the Lycian band: By great Antilochus. The bane of men. Beneath Oileus' arm. and transpierced his thigh. . Kind Maris. A living prize not long the Trojan stood. Next. In darkness. Between his arm and shoulder aims a blow. Phylides' dart (as Amphidus drew nigh) His blow prevented. his sons expire. with mutual thirst of fame. divided by a stroke so just. and drown'd the teeth in gore: His mouth. The brazen-pointed spear. by Furies led. pour a flood. Now. Tore all the brawn. Amid the ranks. but his. their eager swords they drew. Sarpedon's friends. On the plumed crest of his Boeotian foe The daring Lycon aim'd a noble blow. Furious he flies. His open'd mouth received the Cretan steel: Beneath the brain the point a passage tore. and in death. The thigh transfix'd. Slain by two brothers. bold Patroclus flew: As Areilycus had turn'd him round. O'ertaken Neamas by Merion bleeds. abhorr'd Chimaera bred. Pierced in the flank. Thoas was thy chance. Back from the car he tumbles to the ground: His swimming eyes eternal shades surround. with endless darkness cover'd o'er: And vents his soul. unarm'd. The thirsty falchion drank his reeking blood: Plunged in his throat the smoking weapon lies. Skill'd in the dart in vain. In vain their javelins at each other flew. seal his eyes. Black death. And pay the forfeit of their guilty sire. Next Erymas was doom'd his fate to feel. His arm falls spouting on the dust below: He sinks. and broke the brittle bone: Headlong he fell. a living prize. and fierce Peneleus came. Stopp'd in the tumult Cleobulus lies. The sword broke short. Peneleus sped Full on the juncture of the neck and head: The head. and fate unpitying. who. with vigour thrown. lamented youth! he lies. Atymnius dies. bleeding in his brother's wound. Hung by the skin. Lycon the brave. Sharp in his thigh he felt the piercing wound. and rent the nerves away. his murderer to engage: But godlike Thrasimed prevents his rage. Crash'd the thin bones. Amisodarus. Defends the breathless carcase on the ground.

Yet stops. And rend the trembling. And shades the sun. And bleeding heroes under axles groan. As when the flocks neglected by the swain. And opens all the flood-gates of the skies: The impetuous torrents from their hills obey. the whirling car Smokes through the ranks. Not with less noise. while the madding steeds break short their yokes. through heads of disarray The fiery coursers forced their lord away: While far behind his Trojans fall confused.) From their deep beds he bids the rivers rise. and chariots he o'erthrown. pointed at his breast. Where the war bleeds. with shouts Patroclus flies. along the dusky plain. The Trojan chief. High-bounding o'er the fosse. and stretch to reach the town. Patroclus shakes his lance. the steeds of Peleus knew: From bank to bank the immortal coursers flew. And rolls the cloud to blacken heaven with storms. Troy fled. And on his buckler caught the ringing shower: He sees for Greece the scale of conquest rise. O'er his broad shoulders spread the massy shield. unmindful of her former fame. experienced in the field. betray the righteous cause. Thick drifts of dust involve their rapid flight. Hector flies. (When guilty mortals break the eternal laws. unresisting prey: Thus on the foe the Greeks impetuous came. Dire Flight and Terror drove the Trojan train. no check. Observed the storm of darts the Grecians pour.He sobs his soul out in the gush of blood. Dark o'er the fields the ascending vapour flies. in one vast carnage bruised: Chariots on chariots roll: the clashing spokes Shock. Tumultuous clamour fills the fields and skies. and heaven is snatch'd from sight. Their charioteers lie foaming on the ground. Where horse and arms. Whole fields are drown'd. Fierce on the rear. Than when in autumn Jove his fury pours. and mountains swept away. Clouds rise on clouds. Loud roars the deluge till it meets the main. his javelin flamed. and turns. And earth is loaden with incessant showers. Or kids. The tide of Trojans urge their desperate course. o'ertakes the flying war. And trembling man sees all his labours vain! . and where the thickest die. Scour o'er the fields. And thunders after Hector. Wedged in the trench. Or judges. Loud o'er the rout was heard the victor's cry. with less impetuous force. or lambs. but fate denies. But still at Hector godlike Ajax aim'd. A troop of wolves the unguarded charge survey. Still. Even Hector fled. No stop. and saves his loved allies. In vain they labour up the steepy mound. lie scatter'd o'er the plain. As when the hand of Jove a tempest forms. bribed. The affrighted steeds their dying lords cast down. and blots the golden skies: So from the ships.

die. Where'er he moves. Some mighty fish draws panting to the shore: Not with less ease the barbed javelin bore The gaping dastard." He spake: and. a stone. They cuff. they tear.And now the chief (the foremost troops repell'd) Back to the ships his destined progress held. And fell the victim of his coward fear. Where lay the fleets. And forced the routed ranks to stand the day. As when two vultures on the mountain's height Stoop with resounding pinions to the fight. Which pierced below the shield his valiant heart. and gasping on the field. the destinies ordain. An angler. The javelin sticks. and where the rampires rose. All grim in dust and blood Patroclus stands. studious of the line and cane. He thus bespoke his sister and his queen: "The hour draws on. they raise a screaming cry. This hand unaided shall the war sustain: The task be mine this hero's strength to try. Thestor was next. He fell. And burst the helm. Nor stood to combat. and sternly waits the war. Ipheas. lie. Patroclus mark'd him as he shunn'd the war. The desert echoes. and makes an army fly. Large as a rock. Between the space where silver Simois flows. When now Sarpedon his brave friends beheld Grovelling in dust. With this reproach his flying host he warms: "Oh stain to honour! oh disgrace to arms! Forsake. and from the chariot draws. and life his heartless breast forsook. And with unmanly tremblings shook the car. who saw the chief appear. And last Tlepolemus and Pyres bleed. And death involved him with the shades of hell. nor had force to fly. inglorious. Echius.(245) . the growing slaughters spread In heaps on heaps a monument of dead. Jove view'd the combat: whose event foreseen. leaps from off the car: Patroclus lights. Shrunk up he sat. As on a rock that overhangs the main. First Pronous died beneath his fiery dart. Amphoterus and Erymas succeed. and with equal rage. with wild and haggard eye. and the rocks reply: The warriors thus opposed in arms. engage With equal clamours. was by his fury thrown: Full on his crown the ponderous fragment flew. Polymelus. Him 'twixt the jaws. Next on Eryalus he flies. Who mows whole troops. as the spear was shook. Then low in dust Epaltes. And dropp'd the flowing reins. Bore down half Troy in his resistless way. Evippus. And turns the slaughter on the conquering bands. and cleft the head in two: Prone to the ground the breathless warrior fell. the contended plain. speaking.

Two sounding darts the Lycian leader threw: The first aloof with erring fury flew. and paw'd the slippery ground. obedient to the rein: The car rolls slowly o'er the dusty plain. and poised the lifted spear. the field?" Then thus the goddess with the radiant eyes: "What words are these. and falling bites the bloody plain. The next transpierced Achilles' mortal steed. to disengage The starting coursers. And spent in empty air its dying force. And pass'd the groin of valiant Thrasymed. . Or to his doom my bravest offspring yield. Then touch'd with grief. He falls. A marble tomb and pyramid shall raise. Give the bold chief a glorious fate in fight. O sovereign of the skies! Short is the date prescribed to mortal man. His fame ('tis all the dead can have) shall live. foredoom'd to death. Shall Jove for one extend the narrow span. Assents to fate. with celestial blood. His friends and people. the weeping heavens distill'd A shower of blood o'er all the fatal field: The god. Which o'er the warrior's shoulder took its course. And send him safe to Lycia. and restrain their rage. What passions in a parent's breast debate! Say. His sudden fall the entangled harness broke. Each axle crackled. his happy native reign. Divides the traces with his sword. The nerves unbraced no more his bulk sustain. debate would rise above. shall I snatch him from impending fate. Each heaved the shield. And fatten. The breathless body to his native land. his eyes averting from the plain. Before proud Ilion must resign their breath! Were thine exempt. And murmuring powers condemn their partial Jove. distant far From all the dangers and the toils of war. predestined to be slain. Far from the Lycian shores. Roll'd in the bloody dust. and ratifies the doom. Whose bounds were fix'd before his race began? How many sons of gods. and freed The encumbered chariot from the dying steed: The rest move on. the combatants appear. and the chariot shook: When bold Automedon. The towering chiefs to fiercer fight advance: And first Sarpedon whirl'd his weighty lance. The generous Pedasus of Theban breed: Fix'd in the shoulder's joint. Let Sleep and Death convey. overcome." She said: the cloud-compeller. Laments his son. he reel'd around. Now met in arms. And lasting honours to his ashes give. to his future praise. by thy command. From strong Patroclus' hand the javelin fled. And when the ascending soul has wing'd her flight. His life is owed to fierce Patroclus' hands.My godlike son shall press the Phrygian plain: Already on the verge of death he stands.

or poplar tall. Powerful alike to ease the wretch's smart. Tell them. And the soul issued in the purple flood. Then to the leader of the Lycian band The dying chief address'd his last command. thy bright presence boast. His flying steeds the Myrmidons detain. and hollow roars. That thrills my arm. While the grim savage grinds with foamy jaws The trembling limbs. Incite the living.Not so Patroclus' never-erring dart. And his eyes darken'd with the shades of death. or like me to die. Deep groans. The insulting victor with disdain bestrode The prostrate prince. be bold. and sucks the smoking blood. Supported on his better hand he stay'd: To Phoebus then ('twas all he could) he pray'd: "All-seeing monarch! whether Lycia's coast. And sigh. And. I stand unable to sustain the spear. though distant. To guard the relics of my slaughter'd friend: For thou. Unhappy Glaucus heard the dying chief: His painful arm. Thus fell the king. and as a warrior fight. O god of health! thy succour lend. and on his bosom trod. What grief. lay groaning on the shore. Before his chariot stretch'd his form divine: He grasp'd the dust distain'd with streaming gore. The reeking fibres clinging to the dart." He ceased. "Glaucus. So lies a bull beneath the lion's paws. Where the strong fibres bind the solid heart. till with a groaning sound It sinks. and pierced with pain. Or sacred Ilion. and laid on earth supine. Then as the mountain oak. Then drew the weapon from his panting heart. Unguided now. at distance from the glorious war. rebellow through the wood. Defend my body. From the wide wound gush'd out a stream of blood. O hear me! god of every healing art! Lo! stiff with clotted blood. must Glaucus undergo. Nor Jove vouchsafed his hapless offspring aid. thy task be first to dare The glorious dangers of destructive war. all may try Like thee to vanquish. transfix'd with grief. But thou. All-impotent of aid. canst restore my might. To lead my troops. If these spoil'd arms adorn a Grecian foe! Then as a friend. Or pine (fit mast for some great admiral) Nods to the axe. Low in the dust is great Sarpedon laid. to combat at their head. the Fates suppress'd his labouring breath. I charged them with my latest breath Not unrevenged to bear Sarpedon's death. and shoots through every vein. and spreads its honours on the ground. conquer in my right: That. their mighty master slain. Aim'd at his breast it pierced a mortal part. pale in death. yet useless with the smart Inflicted late by Teucer's deadly dart. taught by great examples. . and supply the dead. what shame.

through all her legions shook. they view o'erthrown At once his country's pillar. But o'er the dead the fierce Patroclus stands. Who guarded right. Haste. Renew'd by art divine. Great Jove. at the loss. extended on the field. and support the fight. And breathed a spirit in his rising heart. and outshined them all. See! where in dust the great Sarpedon lies. Tis half the glory to maintain our prize. and be more. Nor on his corse revenge her heroes lost!" He spoke: each leader in his grief partook: Troy. Fired. first Hector seeks the foes. With horrid shouts they circle round the slain. And owns the assistance of immortal hands. Lies pale in death. and Hector he accosts. His fate ennobling with a crowd of ghosts. Or weigh the great occasion. who led to Troy's beleaguer'd wall A host of heroes. oppose their arms. and Greece." Apollo heard. In action valiant. His heavenly hand restrain'd the flux of blood. suppliant as he stood. they rush on. Breathe their brave souls out in another's war. And round his son confounds the warring hosts. And send the living Lycians to the dead. Inflaming thus the rage of all their hosts. strip his arms.To head my Lycians. the hero stands. roused the listening bands: "Heroes. He drew the dolours from the wounded part. now Polydamas: Ã neas next. And with superior vengeance greatly glows. be what you were before. "What thoughts." The heroes kindle at his fierce command. who. The chief who taught our lofty walls to yield. . With ample strides he stalks from place to place. To guard his body Troy in numbers flies. from their country far. and. and their own. and kept his people free. O'er the fierce armies pours pernicious night. The martial squadrons close on either hand: Here Troy and Lycia charge with loud alarms. To all his Lycians lost. to swell the horrors of the fight. Transfix'd with deep regret. And rousing Ajax. O save from hostile rage his loved remains! Ah let not Greece his conquer'd trophies boast. be men. Now fires Agenor. and in council wise. First to the fight his native troops he warms. the slaughter round him spread. Thessalia there. The clash of armour rings o'er all the plain. Then loudly calls on Troy's vindictive arms. regardless chief! thy breast employ? Oh too forgetful of the friends of Troy! Those generous friends. and lost to thee! Stretch'd by Patroclus' arm on yonder plains. A chief.

His spear Aeneas at the victor threw. And crowd to spoil the dead: the Greeks oppose. Wide o'er the land was stretch'd his large domain. With conquering shouts the Trojans shake the plain. There yet scarce spent. and stretch'd him o'er the slain. and rooted in the field. Agacleus' son. 'tis mortal force you trust. An iron circle round the carcase grows. success is still from heaven: This. issued at the vent. and falling made the fields resound. O generous Greek! when with full vigour thrown. bold with youth. or at the fighting foe. Pierced through the bosom with a sudden wound. turning.Now Greece gives way. And if to this my lance thy fate be given. and honour'd like his god. Then Bathyclaeus fell beneath his rage. Then brave Laogonus resign'd his breath. Who stooping forward from the death withdrew. from Budium's lofty walls. it quivers on the plain. too near That arm. and the silver-footed dame. He fell. Vain are thy vaunts. Sent by the great Aeneas' arm in vain. what fury urged thy hand. the destined passage had it found. drew back. So far the Trojans from their lines retired. sends thee down to Pluto's coast. Now sent to Troy. Had fix'd thy active vigour to the ground. . Which sunk him to the dead: when Troy. Or at the lists. and riches blest in vain: Him. And. "Swift as thou art (the raging hero cries) And skill'd in dancing to dispute the prize. all the rest inspired. Sprung on the Trojan and the Lycian band. like an eagle darting at his game. and great Epigeus falls. exhaling. With stately seats. A rock's large fragment thunder'd on his head. Soon as his luckless hand had touch'd the dead. The priest of Jove. Till Glaucus. and Hector learn'd to fear. What grief thy heart. My spear. instant. Far as an able hand a lance can throw. The only hope of Chalcon's trembling age. He pays due vengeance to his kinsman's shade. The Achaians sorrow for their heroes slain. And trembling struck. Between the jaw and ear the javelin went. The soul. Glaucus met and slew. Achilles' arms to aid. At Sthenelaus flew the weighty stone. and eager to pursue The flying Lycians. Hurl'd by Hectorean force it cleft in twain His shatter'd helm. The lance hiss'd harmless o'er his covering shield. Fierce to the van of fight Patroclus came." "O valiant leader of the Dardan host! (Insulted Merion thus retorts the boast) Strong as you are. Despatch'd by Merion to the shades of death: On Ida's holy hill he made abode. Who chased for murder thence a suppliant came To Peleus. An arm as strong may stretch thee in the dust.

and despoil the slain. Patroclus' ships the glorious spoils adorn. On every side the busy combat grows. Patroclus to the battle flies. Lies undistinguish'd from the vulgar dead. And stretch him breathless on his slaughter'd son. nor before. Then. and chased return again. Then Hector's mind he fills with dire dismay. . Or yet. While crackling forests fall on every side: Thus echoed all the fields with loud alarms. his thy parting ghost. as the warriors close. The radiant arms are by Patroclus borne. as the heroes fall. His heavenly form defaced with dust and gore. and so rung their arms. in heaps on heaps. To speak. Not empty boasts the sons of Troy repel. So fell the warriors. He mounts his car. and call The force of Hector to Patroclus' fall. And left their monarch with the common dead: Around." "O friend (Menoetius' son this answer gave) With words to combat. ill befits the brave. in the realms above. Incessant swarm. Now great Sarpedon on the sandy shore. with many a soul's untimely flight. His long-disputed corse the chiefs enclose. and calls his hosts away. Then thus to Phoebus.Mine is the glory. Blows following blows are heard re-echoing wide. The labours of the woodman's axe resound. or mountain ground. As through the shrilling vale. Nor unattended see the shades below. This instant see his short-lived trophies won. and meditates the fates: Whether to urge their prompt effect. Fix'd on the field his sight. but to dare In glorious action. he sees decline The scales of Jove. And thick and heavy sounds the storm of blows. To crown Achilles' valiant friend with praise At length he dooms. Great Merion follows. Thick as beneath some shepherd's thatch'd abode (The pails high foaming with a milky flood) The buzzing flies. And stuck with darts by warring heroes shed. Your swords must plunge them to the shades of hell. is the task of war. Jove view'd the combat with a stern survey. and new shouts arise: Shields. beseems the council. his breast debates The vengeance due. and pants with awe divine. (So Jove decreed!) At length the Greeks obtain The prize contested. that his last of days Shall set in glory. Augment the fame and horror of the fight. helmets rattle. a dreadful wall Of carnage rises. Sunk with Troy's heavy fates. and. And eyes that flash'd intolerable day. the hardy Lycians fled. a persevering train." This said. bids him drive the foe.

They to his friends the immortal charge shall bear. Where endless honours wait the sacred shade. Who first. Then bathe his body in the crystal flood. next young Megas bleeds. He urged thee on. His friends a tomb and pyramid shall rear: What honour mortals after death receive. Ah blind to fate! thy headlong fury flew Against what fate and powerful Jove ordain. but of silent pace.(246) His blazing aegis thrice Apollo shook. Veil'd in a cloud. and deform'd with blood. When heaven itself thy fatal fury led. his sacred corse bequeath To the soft arms of silent Sleep and Death. and confound the bold. whose counsels uncontroll'd Dismay the mighty. And in a moment reach'd the Lycian land. For he. my Phoebus! on the Phrygian plain. Then Sleep and Death. trust their fates to flight. Those unavailing honours we may give!" [Illustration: SLEEP AND DEATH CONVEYING THE BODY OF SARPEDON TO LYCIA. Swift to the field precipitates his flight. to silver Simois' shore. two twins of winged race. Apollo bows. And call'd to fill the number of the dead? Adrestus first. at the god's command. brave hero! by that arm was slain. But flaming Phoebus kept the sacred tower Thrice at the battlements Patroclus strook. Those rites discharged. And from the fight convey Sarpedon slain. Echeclus follows. There bathed his honourable wounds. and from mount Ida's height. Thence from the war the breathless hero bore. Fierce on the Trojan and the Lycian crew. With foaming coursers. and urged thee on to fall. Who last beneath thy vengeance press'd the plain.Spoke from his throne the cloud-compelling Jove: "Descend. dispersing. Elasus and Mulius crown'd: Then sunk Pylartes to eternal night. and his form renews. Autonous then succeeds. O'er all his limbs ambrosial odours shed. thy courage vain. The rest. And with perfumes of sweet ambrosial dews Restores his freshness. The god who gives. Melanippus. With dust dishonour'd. Meanwhile Patroclus pours along the plains. Received Sarpedon. and dress'd His manly members in the immortal vest. bite the ground. the god. . And with celestial robes adorn the dead. Of matchless swiftness. Vain was thy friend's command. and orders all. The slaughter. The corse amidst his weeping friends they laid.] SLEEP AND DEATH CONVEYING THE BODY OF SARPEDON TO LYCIA. and with loosen'd reins. Epistor. resumes. Now Troy had stoop'd beneath his matchless power.

and young. At once bold Hector leaping from his car. one undistinguish'd wound: The bursting balls drop sightless to the ground. And pour'd swift spirits through each Trojan breast. Pointed above. Defends the body. In Asius' shape. "What a shameful sight! God! is it Hector that forbears the fight? Were thine my vigour this successful spear Should soon convince thee of so false a fear. Thus while he thought. in his breast debates. and rough and gross below: The falling ruin crush'd Cebrion's head." So spoke the god who darts celestial fires. Pierced through the dauntless heart. The lawless offspring of king Priam's bed. And in Patroclus' blood efface thy shame. this heaven-defended wall Defies thy lance. (Thy brother. and provokes the war." So spoke the inspiring god. Struck from the car.) Thus he accosts him. impatient for the fight. then took his flight. "Patroclus! cease. That sweeps the field. The god the Grecians' sinking souls depress'd. Hecuba! from Dymas sprung. eyes. While the proud victor thus his fall derides. Troy shall not stoop even to Achilles' hand. bold. A more than mortal voice was heard aloud. To the dark shades the soul unwilling glides. And heaven ordains him by thy lance to bleed. beside him Phoebus stood. "Good heaven! what active feats yon artist shows! What skilful divers are our Phrygian foes! Mark with what ease they sink into the sand! Pity that all their practice is by land!" Then rushing sudden on his prostrate prize. and with awe retires. ah turn thee to the field of fame. He bids Cebrion drive the rapid car. thy greater far. While Hector. And plunged amidst the tumult of the fight. Perhaps Apollo shall thy arms succeed. haughty. And from his fatal courage finds his bane. The Greek obeys him. Turn thee. a stone employs his right: With all his nerves he drives it at the foe.He tried the fourth. Thus for some slaughter'd hind. The charioteer. The lash resounds. with equal rage. checking at the Scaean gates His panting coursers. . Or draw the troops within the walls of Troy. falls headlong on the plain. while yet he held the rein. His front. brows. the coursers rush to war. A spear his left. depopulates the fold. bursting from the cloud. who reigned by Sangar's flood. when. Or in the field his forces to employ. then tumbles slain. To spoil the carcase fierce Patroclus flies: Swift as a lion. Patroclus lights. it shall withstand. A valiant warrior. not fated yet to fall. terrible and bold. Thy friend.

Achilles' plume is stain'd with dust and gore. Death calls. the rattling thicket bends. far to distance flung. Stung with fierce hunger. Sunk in soft dust the mighty chief remains. And shade the temples of the mad divine. aloft in air are blown. And thrice three heroes at each onset slew. black remnant of so bright a line: Apollo dreadful stops thy middle way. now round the carcase ring. Stupid he stares. But when his evening wheels o'erhung the main. Not long--for fate pursues him. and the god. the wild winds roar aloud In the deep bosom of some gloomy wood. Now flights of arrows bounding from the string: Stones follow stones. And. Long used. His eyes flash sparkles. Then rash Patroclus with new fury glows. And by the foot Patroclus drags the dead: While all around. shake the sounding shields. rage. and trees. and all-assistless stands: Such is the force of more than mortal hands! . each nerve with horror shakes. Darts shower'd on darts. Stern Hector fastens on the warrior's head. The broad oaks crackle. Sol had driven His fervid orb through half the vault of heaven. Approaching dealt a staggering blow behind. stretch'd in death. each the prey invades. And the whole forest in one crash descends. And breathing slaughter. with less tumultuous rage. arms. His spear in shivers falls. Not with less noise. This way and that. confusion. his ample shield Drops from his arm: his baldric strows the field: The corslet his astonish'd breast forsakes: Loose is each joint. Leaves. untouch'd. some clatter on the fields. That plume which never stoop'd to earth before. Then from amidst the tumult and alarms. They draw the conquer'd corse and radiant arms. There ends thy glory! there the Fates untwine The last. Some hard. in fighting fields to shine. forgets the guiding reins! Now flaming from the zenith. In dreadful shock the mingled hosts engage. and heavy. While on each host with equal tempests fell The showering darts. and fright. And echoing roars rebellow through the shades. and the Sylvans groan. pours amid the foes.Two lordly rulers of the wood engage. Glad conquest rested on the Grecian train. and heaven allows no longer day! For lo! the god in dusky clouds enshrined. and numbers sank to hell. Jove dooms it now on Hector's helm to nod. His bounding helmet on the champaign rung. his stunn'd senses reel In giddy darkness. But where the rising whirlwind clouds the plains. So pent by hills. The weighty shock his neck and shoulders feel. Thrice on the press like Mars himself he flew. Mix the contending hosts in mortal fight.

and mortal spear. and matchless in the course: Full twenty knights he tumbled from the car. scorch'd with heat. The roaming lion meets a bristly boar. From Panthus sprung. Without the bloody arms of Hector dead. Famed for the manage of the foaming horse. and it sounds thy death: . Patroclus' fury stood: But swift withdrew the long-protended wood. expiring breath. And guard that beauteous race from lords like thee: But thou a prey to vultures shalt be made. as the bleeding chief he views. So. Retires for succour to his social train. in vain. To heaven is owed whate'er your own you call. and triumphant cries: "Lie there. Euphorbus was his name. So many lives effused. Had twenty mortals. Unthinking man! I fought those towers to free. With faint. Patroclus march'd. this important day. He falls. Euphorbus next. my brave friend (perhaps he said). expires his own. so many chiefs o'erthrown. Breaks through the ranks. they both dispute the flood. at once. the joy Thy pride once promised. He struck. and his arms resound. Nor. Thus. but he durst no more. The gods inspire it. and jaws besmear'd with blood. and wildly gazing on the skies. Skill'd in the dart. Patroclus yields to fear. imperious! hear my latest breath. of subverting Troy. earth thunders. along the desert score. His venturous spear first drew the hero's gore. and herded in the crowd. And flies the fate. that moment all Her yet-surviving heroes seem'd to fall. they had sunk in fight: By fate and Phoebus was I first o'erthrown. well known to fame. the chief replies: "Vain boaster! cease. With flaming eyes. by an arm divine. At length the sovereign savage wins the strife. each thy match in might. He sternly views him. and his retreat pursues: The lance arrests him with a mortal wound. And thy soft pleasures served with captive dames. Opposed me fairly.' He spoke. and thus he sped. With him all Greece was sunk.A Dardan youth there was. Patroclus! and with thee. he wounded. As dying now at Hector's feet he lies." Supine. The fancied scenes of Ilion wrapt in flames. Stern Hector. 'Return not. and know the powers divine! Jove's and Apollo's is this deed. which heaven decreed. And turn'd him short. Though much at parting that great chief might say. the third mean part thy own. Fast by the spring. And the torn boar resigns his thirst and life. And much enjoin thee. though disarm'd. Wounded. not thine. But thou. And heaven itself disarm'd me ere my fall. While yet he learn'd his rudiments of war. Patroclus thus. Thy own Achilles cannot lend thee aid.

THE SEVENTH BATTLE. as his eyes he fed On the pale carcase. A naked. where. Aeneas and Hector Attempt the chariot of Achilles. which is borne off by Automedon. Far from his rage the immortal coursers drove. though attacked with the utmost fury. and by Achilles' hand. and charges the bold charioteer. uncomfortable coast. Hector advancing. melancholy ghost! Then Hector pausing. thou shalt be soon as I. assisted by the Ajaces.] Ã SCULAPIUS. The immortal coursers were the gift of Jove. Menelaus. ARGUMENT. thus address'd the dead: "From whence this boding speech. Even now on life's last verge I see thee stand. and thy hour draws nigh. is slain. but soon returns with Ajax.--THE ACTS OF MENELAUS. (The beauteous body left a load of clay) Flits to the lone. .Insulting man. Menelaus retires. he and Meriones. till Ajax rallies them: Aeneas sustains the Trojans. On the cold earth divine Patroclus spread. And upwards cast the corse: the reeking spear He shakes. The scene lies in the fields before Troy. Black fate o'erhangs thee. with the news of Patroclus' death: then returns to the fight." He faints: the soul unwilling wings her way. then pressing as he lay His breathless bosom. BOOK XVII. Lies pierced with wounds among the vulgar dead. But swift Automedon with loosen'd reins Rapt in the chariot o'er the distant plains. This. who attempts it. The Greeks give way. The time is the evening of the eight-and-twentieth day. and drives him off. or why denounced to me? Why not as well Achilles' fate be given To Hector's lance? Who knows the will of heaven?" Pensive he said. upon the death of Patroclus. Menelaus sends Antilochus to Achilles. and renews the battle. wandering. the stern decree Of death denounced. [Illustration: Ã SCULAPIUS. The horses of Achilles deplore the loss of Patroclus: Jupiter covers his body with a thick darkness: the noble prayer of Ajax on that occasion. Glaucus objects to Hector as a flight. bear off the body to the ships. tore the lance away. who thereupon puts on the armour he had won from Patroclus. I see thee fall. defends his body from the enemy: Euphorbus. FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS.

His weeping father claims thy destined head. touch'd with generous woe. nor tempt an equal blow: To me the spoils my prowess won. Jove! from thy superior throne. and deform'd with gore. and as vain his pride. Nor thus the boar (those terrors of the plain. Or. And anxious (helpless as he lies.) Man only vaunts his force. innoxious falls. a widow in her bridal bed. Opposed to each that near the carcase came. And spouse. Nor panther braves his spotted foe in fight.Great Menelaus. in some sylvan scene. and guards him from the foe. and bare) Turns. and are wise too late. Vain was his vigour. The son of Panthus. Nor flies the javelin from his arm in vain. and leave the glory mine" The Trojan thus: the Spartan monarch burn'd With generous anguish. But blunted by the brass. Presumptuous youth! like his shall be thy doom. resign: Depart with life. avoid the threaten'd fate. His broad shield glimmers. wait thy brother to the Stygian gloom. On Jove the father great Atrides calls. These sons of Panthus vent their haughty mind. Instarr'd with gems and gold. skill'd the dart to send. Hyperenor. As the young olive. Euphorbus thus: "That action known. fell. . But far the vainest of the boastful kind. Fools stay to feel it. It pierced his throat. No longer then defer the glorious strife. and in scorn return'd: "Laugh'st thou not. Fruit of her throes. Springs to the front. Against our arm which rashly he defied. beneath my conquering steel This boaster's brother. laid Patroclus low. Wide through the neck appears the grisly wound. On these thy conquer'd spoils I shall bestow. When mortals boast of prowess not their own? Not thus the lion glories in his might. and first-born of her loves. fame. and bent him to the plain. These eyes beheld him on the dust expire. With dust dishonour'd. Prone sinks the warrior. and re-turns her." Unmoved. The well-aim'd weapon on the buckler rings. The shining circlets of his golden hair. and insults the friend. with a mother's care. "This hand. Atrides. bestrow the shore. Go. and his lances flame. Warrior! desist. Which even the Graces might be proud to wear. for my brother's blood repay thy own. No more to cheer his spouse. and his arms resound. To soothe a consort's and a parent's woe. while thou may'st. Yet 'twas but late. and vaunts in vain. Let heaven decide our fortune. and life. or glad his sire. Thus round her new-fallen young the heifer moves. Eyes the dead hero." Swift as the word the missile lance he flings. Come.

thus beautiful. Sheath'd in bright arms. (In Mentes' shape. and fired the nations as it went. And urged great Hector to dispute the prize. (Forth welling from the wound. It lies uprooted from its genial bed. Proud of his deed. Did but the voice of Ajax reach my ear: Still would we turn. view'd The breathless hero in his blood imbued. but to heaven I yield. still battle on the plains. and the vales resound. Apollo wing'd his flight. Euphorbus lay. instant. Meanwhile Apollo view'd with envious eyes. and glorious in the prize. as prone he lay) And in the victor's hands the shining prey. Atrides from the voice the storm divined. And plays and dances to the gentle air. 'Tis not to Hector. and withers all its shades. It flew. in snowy flowerets fair. Or stoop to none but great Achilles' hand. And sends his voice in thunder to the skies: Fierce as a flood of flame by Vulcan sent. as before some mountain lion's ire The village curs and trembling swains retire. the relics. nor heaven. and for my honour slain! Desert the arms. And thus explored his own unconquer'd mind: "Then shall I quit Patroclus on the plain. should give me fear. Too long amused with a pursuit so vain. these. no more The time allow'd: Troy thicken'd on the shore. To brave the hero were to brave the god: Forgive me. Affrighted Troy the towering victor flies: Flies. Hector and his troops attend? Sure where such partial favour heaven bestow'd. of ethereal race. to mortal man's command. And give Achilles all that yet remains Of his and our Patroclus--" This. By Sparta slain! for ever now suppress'd The fire which burn'd in that undaunted breast!" Thus having spoke. And see his jaws distil with smoking gore: All pale with fear. While the fierce Spartan tore his arms away. Greece. and behold the brave Euphorbus slain. A lovely ruin now defaced and dead: Thus young. Lifts the gay head. Yet. of my friend? Or singly. When o'er the slaughter'd bull they hear him roar. and. at distance scatter'd round. When lo! a whirlwind from high heaven invades The tender plant. Turn. And mix'd with mortals in the toils of fight: His words infix'd unutterable care Deep in great Hector's soul: through all the war He darts his anxious eye. They shout incessant. if once I quit the field. nor the god. through cleaving ranks he flies. Slain in my cause.)(247) "Forbear (he cried) with fruitless speed to chase Achilles' coursers.Crown'd by fresh fountains with eternal green. They stoop not. . beneath whose martial care The rough Ciconians learn'd the trade of war.

He flies indeed. he lies. alas. Forced by loud clamours. With many a step. oh my friend! Haste. O chief! a hero's boasted fame? How vain. is the name! Since battle is renounced. he turn'd His manly breast. and with new fury burn'd. So from the fold the unwilling lion parts. without a manly mind. and sighing quits the dead. But soon as Ajax rear'd his tower-like shield. shall our slaughter'd bodies guard your walls. and provoke the war. And doom'd to Trojan gods the unhappy dead. despoiled of arms. Dark o'er the fiery balls each hanging eyebrow lours. empty boast! but shall the Lycians stake Their lives for you? those Lycians you forsake? What from thy thankless arms can we expect? Thy friend Sarpedon proves thy base neglect. And Hector glories in the dazzling prize. where the god of day Had sunk each heart with terror and dismay.A sable scene! The terrors Hector led. and a storm of darts. beset by men and hounds. Meanwhile great Ajax (his broad shield display'd) Guards the dead hero with the dreadful shade. and feeds his inward woes. Now enter'd in the Spartan ranks. All grim in arms. . thy thoughts employ What other methods may preserve thy Troy: 'Tis time to try if Ilion's state can stand By thee alone. Already had stern Hector seized his head. and touch'd his heart. To stand a trophy of his fame in war. Is this. nor ask a foreign hand: Mean. But Glaucus. Elate her heart." He said. Fast by his side the generous Spartan glows With great revenge. And now before. without the merit. His train to Troy the radiant armour bear. To him the king: "Oh Ajax. leader of the Lycian aids. Slow he recedes. and rousing all her powers. And through the cloud the godlike Ajax knew. Sprung to his car. The raging pair Pierced the thick battle. thus his flight upbraids: "Where now in Hector shall we Hector find? A manly form. we can no more! For naked now. you left him there. and cover'd o'er with blood. and Patroclus' loved remains defend: The body to Achilles to restore Demands our care. but threatens as he flies. and now behind he stood: Thus in the centre of some gloomy wood. On Hector frowning. and measured back the field. With heart indignant and retorted eyes. Where labouring on the left the warrior stood. While unreveng'd the great Sarpedon falls? Even where he died for Troy. Say. O'er all the black battalions sent his view. There breathing courage. the lioness surrounds Her tawny young.

" The Trojan chief with fix'd resentment eyed The Lycian leader. Now crowns with fame the mighty man. Now blazing in the immortal arms he stands. If yet a Greek the sight of Hector dread. if I fear to-day. by right of conquest mine. Did such a spirit as the gods impart Impel one Trojan hand or Trojan heart. Hence let him march." Then turning to the martial hosts. His train to Troy convey'd the massy load. Dardans. Hector in proud Achilles' arms shall shine. in action as in name. (Such as should burn in every soul that draws The sword for glory. that on the sandy shore The radiant spoils to sacred Ilion bore. And thou be witness. On my command if any Lycian wait. through yon squadrons let us hew the way. one instant overtook The distant band. By aged Peleus to Achilles given. I joy to mingle where the battle bleeds. and allies! Be men. Torn from his friend. And yet be mindful of your ancient fame. And Hector trembles and recedes with fear. But Jove's high will is ever uncontroll'd. As first to Peleus by the court of heaven: His father's arms not long Achilles wears. and confounds the bold. Lycians. And lo! already thou prepar'st to fly. One instant saw.A feast for dogs. But ill this insult suits a prudent mind. that Hector's ear From such a warrior such a speech should hear? I deem'd thee once the wisest of thy kind. and give up Troy to fate. But words are vain--Let Ajax once appear. Or yet their hero dare defend the dead. as thus he said: (The sable plumage nodded o'er his head:) Swift through the spacious plain he sent a look. and all the fowls of air. And thus due honours purchased to his shade. . There his own mail unbraced the field bestrow'd. And drag yon carcase to the walls of Troy. we might obtain Sarpedon's arms and honour'd corse again! Greece with Achilles' friend should be repaid." He strode along the field. and sedate replied: "Say. my friends. The strong he withers. Forbid by fate to reach his father's years. The work and present of celestial hands. and his country's cause) Even yet our mutual arms we might employ. is it just. Oh! were Patroclus ours. Thou dar'st not meet the terrors of his eye. And hear the thunder of the sounding steeds. I shun great Ajax? I desert my train? 'Tis mine to prove the rash assertion vain. he cries: "Ye Trojans. and now Strikes the fresh garland from the victor's brow! Come. my friend.

Yet live! I give thee one illustrious day. or of distant lands! 'Twas not for state we summon'd you so far. Whoe'er shall drag him to the Trojan train. And look'd. they thicken. And. the sanction of the god. And Mars himself came rushing on his soul. enlarged his members grew. you enjoy. Chromius. For ah! no more Andromache shall come With joyful tears to welcome Hector home.Him. As at Achilles' self! beneath thy dart Lies slain the great Achilles' dearer part. in augury renown'd. they protend their spears. Asteropaeus kindled at the sound. Glaucus. our wealth. And each from Ajax hopes the glorious prey: Vain hope! what numbers shall the field o'erspread. Now Phorcys." Fired by his words. to conquer or to die prepare. Whatever hand shall win Patroclus slain. he inspires. and hear. conscious. . a valiant foe to chase. "Ah. Which once the greatest of mankind had worn. What victims perish round the mighty dead! Great Ajax mark'd the growing storm from far. To die or conquer are the terms of war. Full on the Greeks they drive in firm array. To boast our numbers. The god whose thunder rends the troubled air Beheld with pity. The blood in brisker tides began to roll. and armies tremble at thy sight. and Hippothous fires. A blaze of glory ere thou fad'st away. Olympus trembled. wretched man! unmindful of thy end! A moment's glory. Medon. proud in triumph. Achilles. the troops dismiss their fears. They join. and what fates attend! In heavenly panoply divinely bright Thou stand'st. glittering from afar. From thy tired limbs unbrace Pelides' arms!" Then with his sable brow he gave the nod That seals his word. and around him closed: Fill'd with the god. or a god. all ye hosts. and the pomp of war: Ye came to fight. as apart he sat. Now Mesthles. Now then. and moved. unnumber'd bands Of neighbouring nations. Exhorting loud through all the field he strode. Thou from the mighty dead those arms hast torn. He shook the sacred honours of his head. and our future race. No more officious. "Hear. With Hector part the spoil. with endearing charms. our products. And glean the relics of exhausted Troy. And Ennomus. The great Thersilochus like fury found. Tor this. The stubborn arms (by Jove's command disposed) Conform'd spontaneous. and share the fame. To save our present. look'd through all the scene of fate. With Hector's self shall equal honours claim. Through all his veins a sudden vigour flew. and the godhead said.

Conceals the warriors' shining helms in night: To him. Fierce to the charge great Hector led the throng. for he lived a friend: Dead he protects him with superior care. and next in fame) With headlong force the foremost ranks he tore. and wide around The field re-echoed the distressful sound. the chief for whom the hosts contend Had lived not hateful. The first attack the Grecians scarce sustain. And all our wars and glories at an end! 'Tis not this corse alone we guard in vain. . the Trojans seize the slain. Nor less resolved. So through the thicket bursts the mountain boar." The warrior raised his voice. Where some swoln river disembogues his waves. on me. perhaps. alas! is come. The boiling ocean works from side to side. We too must yield: the same sad fate must fall On thee. whom I see not through this cloud of war. whose glory is from heaven! Whom with due honours both Atrides grace: Ye guides and guardians of our Argive race! All. And Merion. Come all! let generous rage your arms employ.And thus bespoke his brother of the war: "Our fatal day. And lo! it bursts. All. and ready was his aid: Next him Idomeneus. it thunders on our heads! Call on our Greeks. Then fierce they rally. "O chiefs! O princes. Full in the mouth is stopp'd the rushing tide. The river trembles to his utmost shore. The bravest Greeks: this hour demands them all. Condemn'd to vultures on the Trojan plain. See what a tempest direful Hector spreads. In graceful stature next. Nor dooms his carcase to the birds of air. my friend. And distant rocks re-bellow to the roar. more slow with age. they yield. when a mountain billow foams and raves. The long-succeeding numbers who can name? But all were Greeks." Oilean Ajax first the voice obey'd. and eager all for fame. Jove. on all. And save Patroclus from the dogs of Troy. (Ajax to Peleus' son the second name.] FIGHT FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS. the firm Achaian band With brazen shields in horrid circle stand. [Illustration: FIGHT FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS. Swift was his pace. burning with a hero's rage. pouring darkness o'er the mingled fight. Thus. whom this well-known voice shall reach from far. Repulsed. if any hear the call. to revenge led on By the swift rage of Ajax Telamon. Whole Troy embodied rush'd with shouts along. my friend. to whose hand is given The rule of men.

And deep transpiercing through the shoulder stood. the feet he bound With thongs inserted through the double wound: Inevitable fate o'ertakes the deed. The Grecian marking. for strength renown'd. Have forced the powers to spare a sinking state. And through the wound the rushing entrails broke: In strong convulsions panting on the sands He lies. and by arts of war. Hippothous. Phorcys. Revered for prudence. He seem'd like aged Periphas to sight: (A herald in Anchises' love grown old. by Greece compell'd to yield. which hissing on.) Thus he--"What methods yet. And gain'd at length the glorious odds of fate: But you. Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell." . his native air. and resign'd the field. brave Pelasgus' heir. and with prudence bold. The son of Lethus. the weapon drank his blood. Your shameful efforts 'gainst yourselves employ. The frighted hunter and the baying hound. recede the Trojan train: The shouting Argives strip the heroes slain. and o'er him spread. and ruled the realms around. Schedius the brave. Stretch'd in the dust the great Iphytus' son. had turn'd the scale of fate: But Phoebus urged à neas to the fight. The Telamonian lance his belly rends. Doom'd by great Ajax' vengeful lance to bleed: It cleft the helmet's brazen cheeks in twain. The sinewy ankles bored. By valour. O chief! remain. To save your Troy. in her native fortitude elate. though heaven its fall ordain? There have been heroes. as it cut the skies. Lamented youth! in life's first bloom he fell. And ill requites his parents' tender care. And force the unwilling god to ruin Troy. With Jove averse. And now had Troy. for a distance round. numbers. when fortune smiles. Shunn'd the descending death. The shatter'd crest and horse-hair strow the plain: With nerves relax'd he tumbles to the ground: The brain comes gushing through the ghastly wound: He drops Patroclus' foot. dragg'd the carcase through the war. He held his seat. and grasps the dust with dying hands. as slain Hippothous he defends. Once more at Ajax Hector's javelin flies. In clanging arms the hero fell and all The fields resounded with his weighty fall. Plunged in his throat. Fled to her ramparts. and assists your wars. Greece. of all the Phocian kind The boldest warrior and the noblest mind: In little Panope. by virtuous care. Struck at the sight. who. The hollow armour burst before the stroke.And rudely scatters. Now lies a sad companion of the dead: Far from Larissa lies. when Jove declares His partial favour.

rise the hills of dead. Glorious in arms. and collected might. And stands the centre and the soul of all: Fix'd on the spot they war. And skirmish wide: so Nestor gave command. Greece. thickening round them. We seek our ramparts. A brazen bulwark. grieving at the chance. Meanwhile the sons of Nestor. And rush'd to combat. Rank within rank. nor is he less. by fits they fight. and." He spoke. The whirling lance. and sways the wavering fight. Yet suffers least. the aerial azure spread. and dealing death to Troy. Next thee. the Grecians stood. and desert the day. Asteropeus! in place and fame. and there the mighty bled. No vapour rested on the mountain's head. Jove asserts the Trojan arms. And. with vigorous force address'd. And now it rises. When from the ships he sent the Pylian band. The sun. And hemm'd with bristled spears. in the rear. In one thick darkness all the fight was lost. but he rush'd in vain: Indissolubly firm. There burn'd the war. my bosom warms. Asteropeus with grief beheld the slain. and foremost to the combat flew: The bold example all his hosts pursue. Close in their ranks commands to fight or fall. and all the ethereal host Seem'd as extinct: day ravish'd from their eyes. Leocritus beneath him bled. Nor knew the fortune of Achilles' friend. Who view'd his fall. and pants in Apisaon's breast. on heaps the Trojans bled. . The youthful brothers thus for fame contend. and an iron wood. A god. Descends. Fierce as conflicting fires the combat burns. and thus to Hector cries: "Oh lasting shame! to our own fears a prey. And here and there their scatter'd arrows light: But death and darkness o'er the carcase spread. in close order. the moon. Dispersed around the plain. And all the broad expansion flamed with day. In vain beloved by valiant Lycomede. Swift to revenge it sent his angry lance. Great Ajax eyes them with incessant care. now it sinks by turns. and wounded. Unclouded there. (Their fellows routed. And all heaven's splendours blotted from the skies. wound A sanguine torrent steeps the reeking ground: On heaps the Greeks. In thought they view'd him still. with martial joy. Then.Ã neas through the form assumed descries The power conceal'd. around the dead. first. And tells me. Such o'er Patroclus' body hung the night.) toss the distant spear. And in an orb contracts the crowded war. on buckler buckler spread. From rich Paeonia's vales the warrior came. The rest in sunshine fought. The golden sun pour'd forth a stronger ray. and open light.

They wept. . Achilles in his ships at distance lay. And carnage clogs their hands. In dust extended under Ilion's wall. Could blame this scene. As when a slaughter'd bull's yet reeking hide. Jove to honour the great dead ordain'd. and darkness fills their eyes. Their knees. Nor knew the fatal fortune of the day. now to Troy. in pity to her son. such horror reign'd. their legs. to make proud Ilion bend Was more than heaven had destined to his friend. Along their face The big round drops coursed down with silent pace. and gore. at distance from the scene of blood. Placed on the hero's grave. the clangours rise. Jove! or heap us on the dead!" Then clash their sounding arms. And heaps on heaps by mutual wounds they bled. and labour o'er The extended surface. as stands A marble courser by the sculptor's hands. Not Pallas' self. Such. Still raged the conflict round the hero dead. her breast when fury warms. Perhaps to him: this Thetis had reveal'd. Now plies the lash. and tugg'd from side to side. While Greeks and Ilians equal strength employ. drunk with fat and gore: So tugging round the corse both armies stood. and our glory lost!" Thus they: while with one voice the Trojans said. conceal'd.(248) In vain Automedon now shakes the rein. such rage. And for his wish'd return prepares in vain. never to be moved. and shared in human miseries. The mangled body bathed in sweat and blood. and drink our blood for sacrifice. and soothes and threats in vain. Meantime.But round the corse the heroes pant for breath. And thick and heavy grows the work of death: O'erlabour'd now. "Cursed be the man (even private Greeks would say) Who dares desert this well-disputed day! First may the cleaving earth before our eyes Gape wide. And shake the brazen concave of the skies. ere haughty Troy shall boast We lost Patroclus. Expects him glorious from the conquered plain. Though well he knew. The pensive steeds of great Achilles stood: Their godlike master slain before their eyes. "Grant this day. He. are covered o'er. Now to the ships to force it. On some good man or woman unreproved Lays its eternal weight. The rest. Drops follow drops. First perish all. and obstinate in woe: Still as a tombstone. and sweat. yet unconscious of Patroclus' fall. Restive they stood. or fix'd. Nor to the fight nor Hellespont they go. Strain'd with full force. Nor he whose anger sets the world in arms. their feet. The brawny curriers stretch. with dust. the clouds on clouds arise.

Only. Than man more weak. and Hector wields Achilles' arms triumphant in the fields. and breathing in the immortal horse Excessive spirit. to thee resign The ruling charge: the task of fight be mine. The sun shall see her conquer." "In happy time (the charioteer replies) The bold Alcimedon now greets my eyes." He said. Ourself will swiftness to your nerves impart. while he lived. Trail'd on the dust beneath the yoke were spread. From their high manes they shake the dust. Their manes." He said. For yet 'tis given to Troy to ravage o'er The field. alas! to share in mortal woe? For ah! what is there of inferior birth. unaided. From danger now with swiftest speed they flew. . That breathes or creeps upon the dust of earth. that scream. till his fall With sacred darkness shades the face of all. Or holds their fury in suspended reins: Patroclus. and waved in state. and deathless. and bear The kindling chariot through the parted war: So flies a vulture through the clamorous train Of geese. What wretched creature of what wretched kind. But now Patroclus is an empty name! To thee I yield the seat. Exempt from age. their rage could tame. urged them to the course. Now plies the javelin. and blind? A miserable race! but cease to mourn: For not by you shall Priam's son be borne High on the splendid car: one glorious prize He rashly boasts: the rest our will denies. and spread her slaughters to the shore. Alcimedon. His friend descends. that late Circled their arched necks. No Greek like him the heavenly steeds restrains. and vaults into the seat. now directs the reins: Him brave Alcimedon beheld distress'd. calamitous.Conglobing on the dust. While thus relenting to the steeds he spoke: "Unhappy coursers of immortal strain. Automedon your rapid flight shall bear Safe to the navy through the storm of war. And now to conquest with like speed pursue. Did we your race on mortal man bestow. And call'd à neas fighting near his side. and the chief address'd: "What god provokes thee rashly thus to dare. Approach'd the chariot. Alone. And prone to earth was hung their languid head: Nor Jove disdain'd to cast a pitying look. now in vain. The chief of Troy descried. and scatter round the plain. in the thickest war? Alas! thy friend is slain. Snatches the reins. Ourself with rising spirits swell your heart. with active heat. Sole in the seat the charioteer remains.

Now at Automedon the Trojan foe Discharged his lance. Unmov'd. In vain advance! not fated to return. Patroclus. Achilles' car. deserted of its lord! The glorious steeds our ready arms invite.) Turn where distress demands immediate aid. to my sight. Then o'er their backs they spread their solid shields: With brass refulgent the broad surface shined. he shunn'd. Then in the lower belly struck the dart. descending full. the javelin idly fled. this mean sacrifice: Thus have I soothed my griefs. . my force to prove Is only mine: the event belongs to Jove. emboss'd with curious art. (he said. and high the sounding javelin flung. and collects his might. with dauntless mind: "Oh keep the foaming coursers close behind! Full on my shoulders let their nostrils blow. and interposed. the forceful spear In long vibrations spent its fury there. he wins it or he dies. with glorious hopes ye burn. And save the living from a fiercer foe. Which pass'd the shield of Aretus the young: It pierced his belt. And hiss'd innoxious o'er the hero's head. As when a ponderous axe. the meditated blow."Lo. and we prevail. Each hopes the conquest of the lofty steeds: In vain. Cleaves the broad forehead of some brawny bull:(249) Struck 'twixt the horns. Nor longer Hector with his Trojans stood. Aretus succeeds. Deep rooted in the ground. beyond our hope restored. "Accept. and thus have paid. and cries. encircled by his friends. The dead. But left their slain companion in his blood: His arms Automedon divests." Then through the field he sends his voice aloud. Then turning to his friend. the air his soul received. forego. he springs with many a bound. Automedon attends the fight. 'Tis Hector comes: and when he seeks the prize. brave youths. Implores the Eternal." He spoke. Unhelp'd we stand. Them Chromius follows. War knows no mean. And calls the Ajaces from the warring crowd. But each brave Ajax heard. "Hither turn. Stooping. With great Atrides. Scarce their weak drivers guide them through the fight. And the spear trembled as his entrails heaved. Then tumbling rolls enormous on the ground: Thus fell the youth. and à neas' rage: Yet mighty as they are. With clashing falchions now the chiefs had closed." The son of Venus to the counsel yields. For hard the fight. unequal to engage The force of Hector. determined is the foe. my friend. And thick bull-hides the spacious concave lined. Can such opponents stand when we assail? Unite thy force.

By Hector loved. There stood a Trojan. Sudden at Hector's side Apollo stood. Through his broad belt the spear a passage found. And now Minerva from the realms of air Descends impetuous. attacks. All grim with rage. and lust of fight. Like Phaenops. O father! (Atreus' son replies) O full of days! by long experience wise! What more desires my soul. untired. For. Repulsed in vain. would Minerva send me strength to rear This wearied arm. and Podes was his name: With riches honour'd. destructive war. And sent his soul with every lance he threw. and horrible with gore. So burns the vengeful hornet (soul all o'er)." So looks the lion o'er a mangled boar. his arms resound.Poor as it is. To thee the greatest in whose cause he fell!" "O chief. And fills with keen revenge. Desire of blood. Fired with like ardour fierce Atrides flew. The lord of thunders sent the blue-eyed maid. Aetion's son. And. (Asius the great.) The drooping cattle dread the impending skies. we dread. appear'd the god. (Bold son of air and heat) on angry wings Untamed. by the rolling main. Assuming Phoenix' shape on earth she falls.) "Oh prince! (he cried) Oh foremost once in fame! What Grecian now shall tremble at thy name? Dost thou at length to Menelaus yield. High on the chariot at one bound he sprung. who held his wealthy reign In fair Abydos. and with courage bless'd. and his guest. She breathes new vigour in her hero's breast. and thirsty still of gore. Or from the rage of man. And from his half-till'd field the labourer flies: In such a form the goddess round her drew A livid cloud. A prey to dogs beneath the Trojan wall? What shame 'o Greece for future times to tell. beloved by all. Asius' son. like the rage of fire. and renews the war. and stings. not unknown to fame. And Jove's own glories blaze around his head!" Pleased to be first of all the powers address'd. he turns. And o'er his seat the bloody trophies hung. with fell despite. his comrade. A chief once thought no terror of the field? . (In sign of tempests from the troubled air. than here unmoved To guard the body of the man I loved? Ah. some offering to thy shade. O'er the dark clouds extends his purple bow. As when high Jove denouncing future woe. And in his well-known voice to Sparta calls: "And lies Achilles' friend. ponderous as he falls. and rage. pleased at length the Grecian arms to aid. and to the battle flew. and ward the storm of war! But Hector.

and now laid low. Who left fair Lyctus for the fields of fame. unrevenged. He suffers every lance to fall in vain. the lash applies. The teeth it shatter'd. The friend of Hector. And with his life his master's safety bought. He guides each arrow to a Grecian heart: Not so our spears. The affrighted hills from their foundations nod. The son of Priam whirl'd the massive wood. Pierced through the wrist. Rage lifts his lance. yet let us try What human strength and prudence can supply. Exulting Troy with clamour fills the fields: High on his chariots the Cretan stood. Polydamas drew near. is dead!" This heard. And urges to desert the hopeless war: Idomeneus consents. A rolling cloud Involved the mount. and the victors fly. the thunder roar'd aloud.Yet singly. Turn'd by the hand of Jove. And razed his shoulder with a shorten'd spear: By Hector wounded. That shaded Ide and all the subject field Beneath its ample verge. But now the Eternal shook his sable shield. To Atreus's seed. And blaze beneath the lightnings of the god: At one regard of his all-seeing eye The vanquish'd triumph. the impetuous spear Struck to the dust the squire and charioteer Of martial Merion: Coeranus his name. Leitus quits the plain. On foot bold Merion fought. Then thus begun. Idomen address'd The flaming javelin to his manly breast. Had graced the triumphs of his Trojan foe. while our army flies: By the same arm illustrious Podes bled. and drives him on the foe. incessant though they rain. His dying hand forgets the falling rein: This Merion reaches. And conquest shifting to the Trojan side. The brittle point before his corslet yields. Prone from the seat he tumbles to the plain. But erring from its aim. the long-disputed prize He bears victorious. and the tongue it rent. and raging with the pain. o'er Hector spreads a cloud of woe. . Between his cheek and ear the weapon went. Then trembled Greece: the flight Peneleus led. Deserted of the god. And the swift chariot to the navy flies. As Hector follow'd. Not Ajax less the will of heaven descried. Grasps his once formidable lance in vain. bending from the car. the godlike Telamon: "Alas! who sees not Jove's almighty hand Transfers the glory to the Trojan band? Whether the weak or strong discharge the dart. For as the brave Boeotian turn'd his head To face the foe. But the brave squire the ready coursers brought. now.

and sousing on the quivering hare. May glad the fleets that hope not our return. Though high in courage. at the dawn of day Sour he departs. the armies. As the bold bird. For sure he knows not. And much admonish'd. And round on all sides sent his piercing view. But such a chief I spy not through the host: The men. In death a hero. And bear the merits of the dead in mind. Snatches his life amid the clouds of air. The sacred eagle. his exerted sight Pass'd this and that way. The mildest manners. is no more. and the gentlest heart: He was. distant on the shore. might yet Patroclus gain. and at his prayer The god relenting clear'd the clouded air. The blaze of armour flash'd against the day. his loved Patroclus. he found. in triumph borne. through the ranks of fight: Till on the left the chief he sought. and fretted sore with wounds. now. And still hear Hector thundering at their gates. His friend. "Now. the steeds. from rank to rank he flew. from his walks above Looks down. Some hero too must be despatch'd to bear The mournful message to Pelides' ear. Long gall'd by herdsmen. and spreading deaths around: To him the king: "Beloved of Jove! draw near. The darts fly round him from a hundred hands. So turns the lion from the nightly fold. Atrides! cast around thy sight. Stiff with fatigue. he fear'd. The foe. Then stoops. and quits the untasted prey. How skill'd he was in each obliging art.If yet this honour'd corse. Who tremble yet. alas! but fate decreed his end. endued with sharpest eye Of all that wings the mid aerial sky. But let us perish in the face of day!" With tears the hero spoke. If yet Antilochus survives the fight. but with unwilling pace. we thy will obey. and with hunger bold. And the red terrors of the blazing brands: Till late. much adjured his train: "O guard these relics to your charge consign'd. Forth burst the sun with all-enlightening ray. and long vex'd by hounds. all are lost In general darkness--Lord of earth and air! Oh king! Oh father! hear my humble prayer: Dispel this cloud. So moved Atrides from his dangerous place With weary limbs. Cheering his men. as in life a friend!" So parts the chief. . Give me to see. and Ajax asks no more: If Greece must perish. scarce rescued from their fates. and sees the distant thicket move. Not with less quickness. the light of heaven restore. Let him to great Achilles' ear convey The fatal news"--Atrides hastes away. reluctant.

and with dejected heart. shall succour Greece no more. With Merion's aid. that many a length before Their furious hunters. be it then thy care. All pale they tremble and forsake the field. Behind them rages all the storm of war: Confusion. drive the wounded boar. warriors. Wave their thick falchions. the weighty corse to rear. But hope not. Myself. he fights not with the Trojan foe. And save ourselves. and their javelins shower: But Ajax turning. while with impetuous hate Troy pours along. and the Achaians mourn. They howl aloof. Thus on retreating Greece the Trojans pour. Thy eyes have witness'd what a fatal turn! How Ilion triumphs. A general clamour rises at the sight: Loud shout the Trojans. and round the forest fly. What Troy can dare. Voracious hounds. horror. This is not all: Patroclus. Swift fled the youth: nor Menelaus stands (Though sore distress'd) to aid the Pylian bands. and have stood. who despoil'd the slain. for Achilles' aid: Though fierce his rage." The youthful warrior heard with silent woe. . unbounded be his woe. o'er the throng Of men. drove his steeds along. to their fears they yield. From his fair eyes the tears began to flow: Big with the mighty grief. fighting side by side. urged the rout along: Less fierce the winds with rising flames conspire To whelm some city under waves of fire. Not fiercer rush along the gloomy wood. But bids bold Thrasymede those troops sustain. on the shore Now pale and dead. But if the savage turns his glaring eye. tumult. Fly to the fleet. "Gone is Antilochus (the hero said). and with thirst of blood. and my bold brother will sustain The shock of Hector and his charging train: Nor fear we armies. To brave Laodocus his arms he flung. and tell The sad Achilles. Unarm'd. and this way rolls our fate. 'Tis in our hands alone our hopes remain. but no word found way. Himself returns to his Patroclus slain. steeds.For sadder tidings never touch'd thy ear. near him wheeling. With tearful eyes. 'Tis our own vigour must the dead regain. Now sink in gloomy clouds the proud abodes. how his loved-one fell: He too may haste the naked corse to gain: The arms are Hector's. and renew the fight. this instant fly. Then ran the mournful message to impart. High from the ground the warriors heave the dead." "'Tis well (said Ajax). While thus aloft the hero's corse they bear. Have tried it. we have already tried." The hero said. Who. he strove to say What sorrow dictates. With rage insatiate. chariots.

and the mingled cry: Within. big drops of sweat distil. From the steep mountain with exerted strength Drag some vast beam. Some interposing hill the stream divides. The speeches of the mother and son on this occasion. The rumbling torrent through the ruin rolls. and the night ensuing. without the trench. along the rugged road. And sheets of smoke mount heavy to the poles. or mast's unwieldy length. And breaks its force. Wedged in one body. AND NEW ARMOUR MADE HIM BY VULCAN. thick retreat maintains. and still the battle bleeds. threats their callow young. The sight of him turns the fortunes of the day. Thetis goes to the palace of Vulcan to obtain new arms for her son. The grief of Achilles over the body of Patroclus. And breaks the torrent of the rushing bands. The heroes sweat beneath their honour'd load: As when two mules. the bulk of Ajax stands. that noble one of the shield of Achilles. Such the wild terror. Such horror Jove impress'd! yet still proceeds The work of death. The enormous timber lumbering down the hill: So these--Behind. The latter part of the nine-and-twentieth day. take up this book: the scene is at Achilles' tent on the sea-shore. and turns the winding tides. [Illustration: VULCAN FROM AN ANTIQUE GEM. Thetis.] VULCAN FROM AN ANTIQUE GEM. . from whence it changes to the palace of Vulcan. while the falcon. The Trojans call a council. and all the way. where Hector and Polydamas disagree in their opinions: but the advice of the former prevails. to remain encamped in the field. That shriek incessant. THE GRIEF OF ACHILLES. Iris appears to Achilles by the command of Juno. BOOK XVIII. Strow'd in bright heaps. and the body of Patroclus is carried off by the Greeks. Still close they follow. hung High on poised pinions. like a flight of cranes. and orders him to show himself at the head of the intrenchments. Aeneas storms. Inly they groan. their arms and armour lay. The news of the death of Patroclus is brought to Achilles by Antilochus. hearing his lamentations. The description of the wonderful works of Vulcan: and. lastly. and Hector foams with rage: While Greece a heavy.Now crack the blazing temples of the gods. close the rear engage. Thus when a river swell'd with sudden rains Spreads his broad waters o'er the level plains. So from the Trojan chiefs the Grecians fly.nymphs to comfort him. comes with all her sea. ARGUMENT.

Callianassa show Their sister looks. Melita. Nesaea mild.) when by a Trojan hand The bravest of the Myrmidonian band Should lose the light! Fulfilled is that decree.) Rush'd from their tents with cries. And wrapp'd his senses in the cloud of grief. to sink me with the weight of woe? (So Thetis warn'd. now it sinks by turns. His naked corse: his arms are Hector's right. . "Sad tidings. and Patroclus he! In vain I charged him soon to quit the plain. Those he deforms with dust. And the blue languish of soft Alia's eye. the messenger of woe: There sat Achilles. as to earth he grew. Thus to his soul he said: "Ah! what constrains The Greeks. And tells the melancholy tale with tears. Their locks Actaea and Limnoria rear. and answer'd groan for groan." A sudden horror shot through all the chief. Far in the deep abysses of the main. Agave gentle. and silver Spio came: Cymothoe and Cymodoce were nigh. Meanwhile. Thoa. On hoisted yards extended to the gales. with disorder'd charms. which heaven so long ago Ordain'd. The circling Nereids with their mistress weep. (Won by his own. And wretched I. and the watery train. And mourns the warrior with a warrior's heart. with furious hands he spread The scorching ashes o'er his graceful head.(251) With hoary Nereus. and fainted on the ground: While Nestor's son sustains a manlier part. Dexamene the slow. Panope appear. and gathering round. The virgin captives. son of Peleus! thou must hear. amidst his frantic woe. and his golden hairs. and these he tears. Hangs on his arms. late victors. On the hard soil his groaning breast he threw. and Amphithoe gay: Next Callianira. where Hellespont's broad waters flow. Fallen is the warrior. His purple garments. Glauce (every watery name). And oft prevents the meditated blow.Thus like the rage of fire the combat burns. Doto. Cast on the ground. And roll'd and grovell'd. Antilochus appears. Thalia. Pherusa. Stood Nestor's son. Pensive he sat. The mother-goddess from her crystal throne Heard his loud cries. Doris. And warn'd to shun Hectorean force in vain!" Thus while he thinks. or by Patroclus' arms. now to quit the plains? Is this the day. for all that fate design'd Rose in sad prospect to his boding mind.(250) And now it rises. the unwilling messenger! Dead is Patroclus! For his corse they fight. And all the sea-green sisters of the deep. Then Proto. Beat their white breasts. shaded by his sails.

deeply groaning--"To this cureless grief. Amphinome. now cut the tides: Iaera now the verdant wave divides: Nemertes with Apseudes lifts the head. ascended up the strand. Reveal the cause. but I must deplore. So short a space the light of heaven to view. ye sisters of the main! How just a cause has Thetis to complain! How wretched. Pursued the pleasures of the watery reign: And happier Peleus. alas! and fill'd with anguish too! Hear how his sorrows echo through the shore! I cannot ease them." She said. attend. and trust a parent's care. Wide-opening part the tides. Cursed be that day. The bravest far that ever bore the name. he flourish'd and adorn'd the land To Troy I sent him: but the fates ordain He never. And black Janira. Patroclus. when all the powers above Thy charms submitted to a mortal love: O hadst thou still. and all that deep in ocean held Their sacred seats. can I boast A pleasure now? revenge itself is lost. And thus the silver-footed dame began: "Why mourns my son? thy late preferr'd request The god has granted. Hector bears the glorious load. and judge. goddess. beyond myself is slain! Lost are those arms the gods themselves bestow'd On Peleus. And Amatheia with her amber hair. the glimmering grotto fill'd. to his sighs replied. Clymene. less ambitious. never must return again. The immortal mother. led A mortal beauty to his equal bed! . Patroclus--Ah!--say. a sister of the main. the train extend. All these. by my careful hand He grew. were I mortal. were my fate! How more than wretched in the immortal state! Sprung from my bed a godlike hero came. loved of all my martial train. Beyond mankind. While the long pomp the silver wave divides. two by two. Each beat her ivory breast with silent woe. they touch'd the Trojan land. Not even the Thunderer's favour brings relief." He. and Janassa fair. Maera. So short. Then. And mourn my loved-one with a mother's heart. All bathed in tears. I go at least to bear a tender part.And swift Dynamene. the melancholy train Attend her way. and left the caverns of the main. standing close beside Her mournful offspring. Approaching now. Till Thetis' sorrows thus began to flow: "Hear me. Bright Galatea quits her pearly bed. and the Greeks distress'd: Why mourns my son? thy anguish let me share. Like some fair olive. Along the coast their mingled clamours ran. These Orythia.

and woes to come. naked. (Others in council famed for nobler skill. the goddess shed: "Ah then. More useful to preserve. rush into the fields." "My son (coerulean Thetis made reply. Sweet to the soul. For soon. On these conditions will I breathe: till then. But vainly glories. and darkening all the mind. as honey to the taste: Gathering like vapours of a noxious kind From fiery blood. Shall I not force some widow'd dame to tear With frantic hands her long dishevell'd hair? Shall I not force her breast to heave with sighs. Let me revenge it on proud Hector's heart. Insulting Hector bears the spoils on high. since from this miserable day I cast all hope of my return away. . I resign to fate. But canst thou. The stroke of fate the strongest cannot shun: The great Alcides. Me Agamemnon urged to deadly hate. a hundred ghosts demand The fate of Hector from Achilles' hand. 'Tis not in fate the alternate now to give. I shall give the fair those mournful charms-In vain you hold me--Hence! my arms! my arms!-Soon shall the sanguine torrent spread so wide. thou diest. I blush to walk among the race of men. Achilles hates to live. Jove's unequall'd son. And sunk the victim of all-conquering death. see thee dead! When Hector falls." A flood of tears. new sorrows. And reap what glory life's short harvest yields. And the soft tears to trickle from her eyes? Yes. To Juno's hate. I live an idle burden to the ground. than I to kill. and falling. Is worthy thee. for his fate is nigh. Patroclus dead.Ere the sad fruit of thy unhappy womb Had caused such sorrows past. or Trojan dread! Let me. 'Tis past--I quell it. Since. And let me fall! (Achilles made reply) Far lies Patroclus from his native plain! He fell. alas! that wretched offspring slain. at length resign'd his breath. New woes. far too dear to every mortal breast. the duty of the brave. and thy friends to save. So shall Achilles fall! stretch'd pale and dead. for brutal courage far renown'd. Or (if the gods ordain it) meet my end.) The host to succour. I see thee dying. Ah then. shall create again. issue to the plains? Thy radiant arms the Trojan foe detains. That all shall know Achilles swells the tide. Yes--I will meet the murderer of my friend. at this. wish'd my aid in vain. this instant. unrevenged. Let his last spirit smoke upon my dart. Since here. To fate submitting with a secret sigh."--"Let Hector die.) Let me--But oh! ye gracious powers above! Wrath and revenge from men and gods remove: Far. No more the Grecian hope.

the foot. and prevent (if yet you think of fame) Thy friend's disgrace. And now the Greeks from furious Hector's force. Pour'd on the rear. Urge to broad Hellespont their headlong course. Haste. and Patroclus save: For him the slaughter to the fleet they spread. nor from his post retires: So watchful shepherds strive to force. Thrice to the skies the Trojan clamours flew: As oft the Ajaces his assault sustain. But check'd. And marks the place to fix his head on high. despatch'd her trusty messenger. divinely brave! Assist the combat. And thus began the many-colour'd dame: "Rise. goddess. I meet thee at the dawn of day. And all the glories of the extended day. With fiercer shouts his lingering troops he fires. Rise. from the ethereal skies?" Achilles thus. and our father's sacred seat attend. with equal fury join'd. The horse. The various goddess of the showery bow. attacks again. And fall by mutual wounds around the dead. he turns." Then turning to the daughters of the main. Even yet Patroclus had he borne away. repuls'd. Where vast Olympus' starry summits shine: So tell our hoary sire"--This charge she gave: The sea-green sisters plunge beneath the wave: Thetis once more ascends the bless'd abodes. Nor yields a step. son of Peleus! rise. in vain. Nor yet their chiefs Patroclus' body bore Safe through the tempest to the tented shore. Had not high Juno from the realms of air. Secret. Assured. [Illustration: THETIS ORDERING THE NEREIDS TO DESCEND INTO THE SEA. And treads the brazen threshold of the gods. Vulcanian arms. yet awhile thy generous ardour stay. thy own eternal shame!" "Who sends thee. The goddess thus dismiss'd her azure train: "Ye sister Nereids! to your deeps descend. the labour of a god.Yet. I go to find the architect divine. and thunder'd close behind: And like a flame through fields of ripen'd corn. And Iris thus replies: . Shot in a whirlwind to the shore below. Charged with refulgent arms (a glorious load). To great Achilles at his ships she came. The hungry lion from a carcase slain. Thrice the slain hero by the foot he drew. To drag him back to Troy the foe contends: Nor with his death the rage of Hector ends: A prey to dogs he dooms the corse to lie.] THETIS ORDERING THE NEREIDS TO DESCEND INTO THE SEA. The rage of Hector o'er the ranks was borne.

Aghast they see the living lightnings play. Struck from the walls. with fury warm'd)."I come.) Soon as the sun in ocean hides his rays. While his strong lance around him heaps the dead: The gallant chief defends Menoetius' son. by their own chariots crush'd: While. Proud Troy shall tremble. and can I fight unarm'd? Unwilling as I am. has Ajax spread." She spoke. and pass'd in air. High on the rampart raised his voice aloud. high curling to the shaded skies. And does what his Achilles should have done. shielded from the darts. Except the mighty Telamonian shield? That. Thick on the hills the flaming beacons blaze. As the loud trumpet's brazen mouth from far With shrilling clangour sounds the alarm of war. and disdain to fly. go! Let but Achilles o'er yon trench appear. Twelve in the tumult wedged. And turn their eyeballs from the flashing ray. But though unarm'd. and distant from the crowd. the echoes float on high. A stream of glory flamed above his head. And the round bulwarks and thick towers reply. and trembled as they heard: And back the chariots roll. And heaven's high arch reflects the ruddy light: So from Achilles' head the splendours rise." "Thy want of arms (said Iris) well we know. confounded and amazed. the Greeks obtain The long-contended carcase of the slain. A lofty bier the breathless warrior bears: Around. With long-projected beams the seas are bright. Unknown to him who sits remote on high. Arms I have none." "Thou comest in vain (he cries. The hero rose: Her aegis Pallas o'er his shoulder throws. Till Thetis bring me at the dawn of day Vulcanian arms: what other can I wield. in my friend's defence. and coursers bound. Around his brows a golden cloud she spread. untimely rush'd On their own spears. The immortal empress of the realms above. (Seen from some island. As when from some beleaguer'd town arise The smokes. Greece from one glance of that tremendous eye Shall take new courage. and the shores rebound. When men distress'd hang out the sign of war. And thrice they fled. Thrice from the trench his dreadful voice he raised. his sad companions melt in tears. o'er the main afar. . With her own shout Minerva swells the sound. Reflecting blaze on blaze against the skies. Forth march'd the chief. Troy starts astonish'd. Unknown to all the synod of the sky. And steeds and men lie mingled on the ground. So high his brazen voice the hero rear'd: Hosts dropp'd their arms. and consent to fear. of force I stay. Pelides! from the queen of Jove. yet clad in terrors.

Far from Troy walls. Pours unavailing sorrows o'er the dead. . our well-appointed powers. To raise our camp: too dangerous here our post. and in him their fate. and gash'd with many a gaping wound. at Juno's high command. for to sit they fear'd. Let the fierce hero. and on a naked coast. The son of Panthus. Haste then to Ilion. Skill'd to discern the future by the past. The town her gates and bulwarks shall defend. I dread Pelides now: his rage of mind Not long continues to the shores confined. They saw Achilles. keeps that arm from fight. Whatever be our fate. shall henceforth be the strife. we shall feel.] JUNO COMMANDING THE SUN TO SET. Nor to the fields. my friends. he found. I deem'd not Greece so dreadful.But chief Achilles. Array'd in arms. If heaven permit them then to enter Troy. That arm. while we hoped our armies might prevail We boldly camp'd beside a thousand sail. In ocean's waves the unwilling light of day Quench'd his red orb. Then. while engaged In mutual feuds her king and hero raged. Their steeds unharness'd from the weary car) A sudden council call'd: each chief appear'd In haste. before the morning break. The frighted Trojans (panting from the war. when fury calls. ensue. yet let us try What force of thought and reason can supply. And hearts that now disdain. while the favouring night Detains these terrors. And the hard contest not for fame. One wise in council. Stretch'd forth. your sentence speak. where long in equal fray Contending nations won and lost the day. Let us on counsel for our guard depend. Meantime. Vent his mad vengeance on our rocky walls. The self-same night to both a being gave. not fear. (Unhappy change!) now senseless. shall leap with joy. pale. bending down his head. For Troy. for Troy. Or fetch a thousand circles round the plain. but life. Silent they stood: Polydamas at last. and of equal years. 'Twas now no season for prolong'd debate. with his steeds and car. those terrors. For me. I move. Let not my fatal prophecy be true. and standing. Whom late triumphant. If but the morrow's sun behold us here. And from their labours eased the Achaian band. shall line the lofty towers. one in action brave): [Illustration: JUNO COMMANDING THE SUN TO SET. Nor what I tremble but to think. When morning dawns. unwearied with his heavenly way. "In free debate. thus express'd his fears (The friend of Hector. He sent refulgent to the field of war. then.

Till his spent coursers seek the fleet again: So may his rage be tired. Than left the plunder of our country's foes." "Return! (said Hector. While the long night extends her sable reign. When to console Menoetius' feeble age. The lion thus. impetuous. snuffs the track of men. fired with stern disdain) What! coop whole armies in our walls again? Was't not enough. and left to choose The worst advice. Around Patroclus mourn'd the Grecian train. vents To all his Myrmidons his loud laments. and sighs burst from his swelling heart. The Phrygians now her scatter'd spoils enjoy. Great Jove at length my arms to conquest calls. The long. . to his rifled den Too late returning. and her stores decay'd. His be the danger: I shall stand the fight. with dreadful anguish stung. His clamorous grief the bellowing wood resounds. gods! did I engage. I vowed his much-loved offspring to restore. but to fall. Those slaughtering arms. Charged with rich spoils. And o'er the vales and o'er the forest bounds. When the grim savage. with just disdain. and. If great Achilles rise in all his might. "In what vain promise. And proud Maeonia wastes the fruits of Troy. and labour'd down! And dogs shall tear him ere he sack the town. long views of poor designing man! One fate the warrior and the friend shall strike. Forth let him bring them for the troops to share. Sunk were her treasures. So Pallas robb'd the many of their mind. And live he glorious. Roars through the desert. say. Stern in superior grief Pelides stood. the better to refuse. and the watch attend. whosoe'er shall live! Mars is our common lord. so used to bathe in blood. To better counsel then attention lend. Darest thou dispirit whom the gods incite? Flies any Trojan? I shall stop his flight. So grieves Achilles. alike to all. ye gods! or let me gain or give." The shouting host in loud applauses join'd. and for mines of gold: But while inglorious in her walls we stay'd. To their own sense condemn'd. And oft the victor triumphs. 'Tis better generously bestow'd on those. Honour. Fierce on yon navy will we pour our arms. If there be one whose riches cost him care. Soon as the morn the purple orient warms. and demands his young. Now clasp his clay-cold limbs: then gushing start The tears. to fair Opuntia's shore?(252) But mighty Jove cuts short. And shuts the Grecians in their wooden walls. Take due refreshment. Nine years imprison'd in those towers ye lay? Wide o'er the world was Ilion famed of old For brass exhaustless. ye valiant warriors.

Meanwhile to Juno. and bade the sad attendants round Cleanse the pale corse. the flame divides Beneath the vase. and consort of the thundering Jove. Meanwhile the silver-footed dame Reach'd the Vulcanian dome. And thou the mother of that martial line?" "What words are these? (the imperial dame replies. A massy caldron of stupendous frame They brought. So they. Embalm the wounds. and sob upon thy breast! While Trojan captives here thy mourners stay. the noblest of the Trojan line. and thine. his forges flaming round. (His wife and sister. Then swift pursue thee on the darksome way. Not wreak my vengeance on one guilty land?" [Illustration: TRIPOD. and conquer'd side by side. is their race divine. and placed it o'er the rising flame: Then heap'd the lighted wood. Heaven's queen. when. There the lame architect the goddess found. and climbs around the sides: In its wide womb they pour the rushing stream. shall not I one nation's fate command. the second power above. Thus let me lie till then! thus. Bathe thy cold face. Ere thy dear relics in the grave are laid. Say (for I know not)." He spoke. and wash each honour'd wound. in the realms above. The boiling water bubbles to the brim. shall hang before thy shrine. Where heaven's far-beaming brazen mansions shine. Obscure in smoke. While anger flash'd from her majestic eyes) Succour like this a mortal arm might lend. . The body then they bathe with pious toil. eternal frame! High-eminent amid the works divine. Their lives effused around thy flaming pyre. Our swords kept time.) spoke almighty Jove. And twelve. Sacred to vengeance. by this hand expire. anoint the limbs with oil. High on a bed of state extended laid.] TRIPOD. "At last thy will prevails: great Peleus' son Rises in arms: such grace thy Greeks have won. my Patroclus! yet a space I stay. Shall Hector's head be offer'd to thy shade. Weep all the night and murmur all the day: Spoils of my arms. And decent cover'd with a linen shade. And such success mere human wit attend: And shall not I. Say. closely press'd.And Troy's black sands must drink our blood alike: Me too a wretched mother shall deplore. That. their sorrows and their sighs renew. That done. Last o'er the dead the milk-white veil they threw. An aged father never see me more! Yet. wasting wide. with his arms.

thus the watery queen address'd: "What. (My awkward form. and welcome! whatsoe'er the cause. A footstool at her feet: then calling. since her presence glads our mansion. Nine years kept secret in the dark abode. . obedient to the beck of gods: For their fair handles now.) Observed her entering. and hospitable fare. Till now a stranger. draw near. Just as responsive to his thought the frame Stood prompt to move. That placed on living wheels of massy gold. the glowing ore he pours. displeased her eye.] THETIS AND EURYNOME RECEIVING THE INFANT VULCAN. Then with a sponge the sooty workman dress'd His brawny arms embrown'd. pendants.) She. and red attire. That moved and breathed in animated gold. around the bless'd abodes Self-moved. her soft hand she press'd. Even then these arts employ'd my infant thought: Chains." "Thetis (replied the god) our powers may claim. and Eurynome. In moulds prepared. High on a throne. smiling. Secure I lay. And puffing loud. say. And. An ever-dear. and (in order laid) Locks in their chests his instruments of trade.) instinct with spirit roll'd From place to place. his spouse. While I the labours of the forge forego. o'erwrought with flowers. my griefs redress'd. Now. The rushing ocean murmur'd o'er my head. Came halting forth the sovereign of the fire: The monarch's steps two female forms uphold. With his huge sceptre graced. and taste the dainties of the bower. O Thetis! at our board to share The genial rites. with stars of silver graced. it seems. bracelets. And various artifice. I wrought. and hairy breast. goddess! this unusual favour draws? All hail." [Illustration: THETIS AND EURYNOME RECEIVING THE INFANT VULCAN. conceal'd from man and god: Deep in a cavern'd rock my days were led. the roaring billows blew. (With purple fillets round her braided hair. For such desert what service can I pay? Vouchsafe. the queen she placed. And stills the bellows. the azure goddess came: Charis. And bid the roaring bellows cease to blow. said. "Vulcan." Then from his anvil the lame artist rose. in a happy hour Approach.While bathed in sweat from fire to fire he flew. That day no common task his labour claim'd: Full twenty tripods for his hall he framed. 'tis Thetis asks your aid. And soft received me on their silver breast. (Wondrous to tell. an ever-honour'd name! When my proud mother hurl'd me from the sky. Wide with distorted legs oblique he goes. a grace divinely fair. all their toys.

Who. There placed beside her on the shining frame. by my prayer be won: Grace with immortal arms this short-lived son. combats. his steeds. Like some fair plant beneath my careful hand He grew. life. goddess! what occasion calls (So long a stranger) to these honour'd walls? 'Tis thine. a goddess. his forces to employ: He marches. can retard the blow! Robb'd of the prize the Grecian suffrage gave. pays The mighty fine imposed on length of days. he flourish'd. the command to lay. and. of all the watery race By force subjected to a man's embrace. Soon as he bade them blow. what Vulcan can. Or with these hands the cruel stroke repel. almost conquers Troy: Then slain by Phoebus (Hector had the name) At once resigns his armour. The king of nations forced his royal slave: For this he grieved. To shine with glory. (Even while he lives. He thus address'd the silver-footed dame: "Thee. In vain--he arms not. only I. fair Thetis. and the world's amaze!" Thus having said. O could I hide him from the Fates. And to the field in martial pomp restore. is ever thine. and sense. did Jove prepare For Thetis only such a weight of care? I. Secure. he wastes with secret woe. with unequal gait. welcome. the father of the fires To the black labours of his forge retires. the bellows turn'd . ah never. till he shines no more!" To her the artist-god: "Thy griefs resign. To whom the mournful mother thus replies: (The crystal drops stood trembling in her eyes:) "O Vulcan! say.To whom was voice. and fame. in pity. but permits his friend His arms. as well. till the Greeks oppress'd Required his arm. and their elders send. Large gifts they promise. was ever breast divine So pierced with sorrows.) Nor I. and science given Of works divine (such wonders are in heaven!) On these supported. sinking now with age and sorrow. He reach'd the throne where pensive Thetis sate. But thou." [Illustration: VULCAN AND CHARIS RECEIVING THETIS. the gaze Of wondering ages.] VULCAN AND CHARIS RECEIVING THETIS. so o'erwhelm'd as mine? Of all the goddesses. he sorrow'd unredress'd. As I shall forge most envied arms. Sprung from my bed. and he graced the land: To Troy I sent him! but his native shore Never. a godlike hero came. shall receive him more. And Vulcan's joy and duty to obey. The bravest sure that ever bore the name.

And twenty forges catch at once the fires. and enjoy the show. with the northern team. . the moon completely round. There shone the image of the master-mind: There earth. Before. Rich various artifice emblazed the field. The subject of debate. and tin. To which. and cithern's silver sound: Through the fair streets the matrons in a row Stand in their porches. revolving. and horrid war. and where the furnace burn'd. Resounding breathed: at once the blast expires. the doubling vaults rebound. Then first he form'd the immense and solid shield. there heaven. The prize of him who best adjudged the right. and solid gold.(254) The reverend elders nodded o'er the case.Their iron mouths. which one denied. to the nuptial bed: The youthful dancers in a circle bound To the soft flute. and one of war. there ocean he design'd. Hyads. Another part (a prospect differing far)(255) Glow'd with refulgent arms. with sceptres in their hands: On seats of stone. Meantime the townsmen. And thick. a townsman slain: One pleads the fine discharged. The Bear. In hissing flames huge silver bars are roll'd. strong strokes. And great Orion's more refulgent beam. the eternal anvils stand. Here sacred pomp and genial feast delight. And solemn dance. The Pleiads. And form a ring. arm'd with silent care. and hymeneal rite. Nor bathes his blazing forehead in the main. And godlike labours on the surface rose. Its utmost verge a threefold circle bound. each his sentence spoke Two golden talents lay amidst. Two cities radiant on the shield appear. now low. or that. within the sacred place. And stubborn brass. His left with tongs turns the vex'd metal round. one would burn the place. each the attesting sceptre took. Alternate. Two mighty hosts a leaguer'd town embrace. Five ample plates the broad expanse compose. The starry lights that heaven's high convex crown'd. Just as the god directs. the partial people stand: The appointed heralds still the noisy bands. The ponderous hammer loads his better hand. around the axle of the sky. now loud. deep fix'd. And rising solemn. in sight. The image one of peace. or they gently blow. They raise a tempest. The unwearied sun. And bade the public and the laws decide: The witness is produced on either hand: For this. With torches flaming. And one would pillage. Still shines exalted on the ethereal plain.(253) A silver chain suspends the massy round. Along the street the new-made brides are led. There in the forum swarm a numerous train. points his golden eye.

Beneath an ample oak's expanded shade. by Pallas and by Mars made bold: Gold were the gods. August. They rise. And gold their armour: these the squadron led. all amidst them. nor suspect a foe. The reaper's due repast. their radiant garments gold. dead. the heaps around him rise. And last the children. approach. on the turrets stand. They fight. another dragg'd a dead. Behind them piping on their reeds they go. Nor fear an ambush. hills of slaughter heap the ground. the rising earth in ridges roll'd. there Contention stood confess'd. in whose arms are borne (Too short to gripe them) the brown sheaves of corn. With sweeping stroke the mowers strow the lands. They march. a vineyard shines. Then back the turning ploughshares cleave the soil: Behind.A secret ambush on the foe prepare: Their wives. Sheaves heap'd on sheaves here thicken up the ground. A field deep furrow'd next the god design'd. now there. Whole flocks and herds lie bleeding on the plains. Bent with the ponderous harvest of its vines. Still as at either end they wheel around. There Tumult. renews their toil. . And the whole war came out. And turn their crooked yokes on every side. Cover'd with shields. Two spies at distance lurk. that freshly bled With new-made wounds. and the watchful band Of trembling parents. One rear'd a dagger at a captive's breast. And steers slow-moving. And sable look'd. and collect in bands. Another field rose high with waving grain. the shepherd swains! The bellowing oxen the besiegers hear. The master meets them with his goblet crown'd. they fall. The shining shares full many ploughmen guide.(256) The third time labour'd by the sweating hind. divine. and met the eye. superior by the head! A place for ambush fit they found. ripe in yellow gold. Soon the white flocks proceeded o'er the plains. The gatherers follow. A ready banquet on the turf is laid. And each bold figure seem'd to live or die. The waving silver seem'd to blush with blood. The hearty draught rewards. and two shepherd swains. The victim ox the sturdy youth prepare. take horse. the woman's care. and stood. though form'd of molten gold. In arms the glittering squadron rising round Rush sudden. the carcases they tore: Fate stalk'd amidst them. Now here. The rustic monarch of the field descries. and watchful seem If sheep or oxen seek the winding stream. their children. Next. With bended sickles stand the reaper train: Here stretched in ranks the levell'd swarths are found. beside a silver flood. and meet the war. beside the silver flood. One held a living foe. And. grim with human gore. With silent glee.

Form'd by Daedalean art. Tune soft the voice. And undistinguish'd blend the flying ring: So whirls a wheel. Now all at once they rise. and seem to low in gold. the eye the art of Vulcan leads Deep through fair forests. such once was seen In lofty Gnossus for the Cretan queen. too swift for sight. Thus the broad shield complete the artist crown'd With his last hand. And. And speed to meadows on whose sounding shores A rapid torrent through the rushes roars: Four golden herdsmen as their guardians stand. that whiten all the scene. from silver belts depend. A figured dance succeeds. and bound the whole. With well-taught feet: now shape in oblique ways. The dogs (oft cheer'd in vain) desert the prey. whate'er a warrior's use requires He forged. Now high. In measured dance behind him move the train. And fleecy flocks. And curl'd on silver props. And stalls. The gazing multitudes admire around: Two active tumblers in the centre bound. Rear high their horns. Next this. and answer to the strain. Where march a train with baskets on their heads. their pliant limbs they bend: And general songs the sprightly revel end. That glittering gay. Two lions rushing from the wood appear'd.) that smiling bear The purple product of the autumnal year. And beat the buckler's verge. the master of the herd: He roar'd: in vain the dogs.A deeper dye the dangling clusters show. And seized a bull. This done. Whose tender lay the fate of Linus sings. at once descend. To this. erect and bold. rapid as it runs. The maids in soft simars of linen dress'd. and a length of meads. Dread the grim terrors. the single spokes are lost. (Fair maids and blooming youths. and drank his sable blood. The youths all graceful in the glossy vest: Of those the locks with flowery wreath inroll'd. And nine sour dogs complete the rustic band. The greaves of ductile tin. and at distance bay. one pathway gently winding leads. now low. And pales of glittering tin the inclosure grace. the cuirass that outshone the fires. the men withstood. Confusedly regular. and folds. They tore his flesh. the moving maze: Now forth at once. and scatter'd cots between. and pour'd the ocean round: In living silver seem'd the waves to roll. the helm impress'd . Of these the sides adorn'd with swords of gold. in order glow: A darker metal mix'd intrench'd the place. To these a youth awakes the warbling strings. bounding hand in hand. Here herds of oxen march. a comely band Of youths and maidens. in giddy circle toss'd. they spring.

and commands him to assemble the army. . The scene is on the sea-shore. And bears the blazing present through the skies. Back shrink the Myrmidons with dread surprise. rushes with fury to the combat. his hand soft touching. and ceremonies on that occasion. and gives himself up to lamentations for his friend. and know It was not man. that blush'd with early red. not astonished by that prodigy. Minerva descends to strengthen him. or fit to grace a god. And thus. And flash incessant like a stream of fire: He turns the radiant gift: and feeds his mind On all the immortal artist had design'd. and the golden crest. And feels with rage divine his bosom glow.) The immortal arms the goddess-mother bears Swift to her son: her son she finds in tears Stretch'd o'er Patroclus' corse. A ray divine her heavenly presence shed. where Briseis laments over the body of Patroclus. this rage of grief. Achilles is with great difficulty persuaded to refrain from the battle till the troops have refreshed themselves by the advice of Ulysses. At Thetis' feet the finished labour lay: She." Then drops the radiant burden on the ground. She preserves the body of his friend from corruption. He arms for the fight: his appearance described. The hero obstinately refuses all repast. The presents are conveyed to the tent of Achilles. and reproaches them with the death of Patroclus. Thetis brings to her son the armour made by Vulcan. He addresses himself to his horses. while all the rest Their sovereign's sorrows in their own express'd. THE RECONCILIATION OF ACHILLES AND AGAMEMNON. ARGUMENT. by the order of Jupiter.With various sculpture. Agamemnon and Achilles are solemnly reconciled: the speeches. Thetis said: "Suppress. my son. From his fierce eyeballs living flames expire. Clang the strong arms. (With new-born day to gladden mortal sight. to declare his resentment at an end. that gave the blow. and inspired to prophesy his fate: but the hero. Soon as Aurora heaved her Orient head Above the waves. and ring the shores around. as a falcon cuts the aerial way. Swift from Olympus' snowy summit flies. One of them is miraculously endued with voice.(257) BOOK XIX. The thirteenth day. presents. And gild the courts of heaven with sacred light. And from the broad effulgence turn their eyes. Unmoved the hero kindles at the show. but heaven. Behold what arms by Vulcan are bestow'd. Arms worthy thee.

But go. Fresh as in life. let Ilion bleed. Atrides. that shine With matchless art. and leaning on the spear. at the well-known sound. Then in the nostrils of the slain she pour'd Nectareous drops. and rich ambrosia shower'd O'er all the corse. the carcase of the slain. no more the subject of debate. of all the Grecian state. a mortal man. Lame with their wounds. came the last: He too sore wounded by Agenor's son. Shall flies. uninjured shall remain. and try if in our sight Troy yet shall dare to camp a second night! I deem. (The azure goddess to her son replied. shine in arms again. Studious to see the terror of the plain. long shall Greece the woes we caused bewail.) Whole years untouch'd. of me. The king of men. The flies forbid their prey. as I."Goddess! (he cried. and sacred from decay. Frequent and full. alas. and worms obscene. If (ere the day when by mad passion sway'd.) these glorious arms. Alarm'd. their mightiest. And shot the shining mischief to the heart! Then many a hero had not press'd the shore. Long lost to battle. Why should. Before the Grecian peers renounce thine ire: Then uncontroll'd in boundless war engage. Untouch'd it rests. and resign'd to fate. Achilles. transported. Achilles (rising in the midst) begun: "O monarch! better far had been the fate Of thee. Nor Troy's glad fields been fatten'd with our gore. when this arm he knows.] THETIS BRINGING THE ARMOUR TO ACHILLES. Tydides and Ulysses first appear. pollute the dead?" "That unavailing care be laid aside. Rash we contended for the black-eyed maid) Preventing Dian had despatch'd her dart. Burn with a fury that can never die? Here then my anger ends: let war succeed. These on the sacred seats of council placed. confess the hand divine. the great assembly crown'd. Achilles to the strand obedient went: The shores resounded with the voice he sent. forgotten. And sad posterity repeat the tale. Now call the hosts. And even as Greece has bled. But this. Long. And heaven with strength supply the mighty rage!" [Illustration: THETIS BRINGING THE ARMOUR TO ACHILLES. Is past. and all the naval train That tend the ships. The heroes heard. as affairs require. or guide them o'er the main. Now to the bloody battle let me bend: But ah! the relics of my slaughter'd friend! In those wide wounds through which his spirit fled. .

Swift to Achaian Argos bent her flight: Scarce seven moons gone. The joyful goddess. She push'd her lingering infant into life: Her charms Alcmena's coming labours stay. urged my wrath that day When from Achilles' arms I forced the prey. the irrevocable oath he swore." He said: his finish'd wrath with loud acclaim The Greeks accept. where perch'd she sate. But prints her lofty footsteps on the heads Of mighty men. When thus. Then bids Saturnius bear his oath in mind. the dire debate: Know. What then could I against the will of heaven? Not by myself. untimely joy suspend. and born a king of kings. And let your rash. Wrong the best speaker. by his oath engaged. She. and he raged. The dread. inflicting as she goes Long-festering wounds. and all-compelling Fate. The Thunderer. felt her venom'd dart. Not on the ground that haughty fury treads. From his ambrosial head. Jove's dread daughter. Deceived by Juno's wiles. ye sons of Greece! with silence hear! And grant your monarch an impartial ear: Awhile your loud. 'A youth (said she) of Jove's immortal kind Is this day born: from Sthenelus he springs. not rising from his lofty throne. unsuspicious of the fraud. He snatch'd the fury-goddess of debate. The immortal seats should ne'er behold her more. just issuing to the day. the king of men begun: "Hear me. to vouch the truth. for ever driven From bright Olympus and the starry heaven: Thence on the nether world the fury fell. Full oft the god his son's hard toils bemoan'd. Pronounced those solemn words that bind a god. she stalk'd amid the bright abodes. he sorrow'd. And Jove expected his immortal son. Ordain'd with man's contentious race to dwell. And stop the babe. angry Jove.Shall 'scape with transport. and the justest cause.' Grief seized the Thunderer. And claims thy promise to be king of kings. In state unmoved. the sire of men and gods. The world's great ruler. To gods and goddesses the unruly joy He show'd. Nor charge on me. but vengeful Ate driven. and female art: For when Alcmena's nine long months were run. and shout Pelides' name. With fell Erinnys. enter'd in my breast. Fated to rule. and vaunted of his matchless boy: 'From us. And Jove himself. lay Sthenelus's wife. And whirl'd her headlong down. . ye Greeks. (he said) this day an infant springs. injurious clamours end: Unruly murmurs. Stung to the soul. and with joy repose. from Olympus' height. or ill-timed applause.' Saturnia ask'd an oath. inextricable woes! Of old. fated to infest The race of mortals. And fix dominion on the favour'd youth.

then. or but an instant shun The fight. With strong repast to hearten every band. When by the gods inspired. the maid removes. To right with justice whom with power they wrong'd." To him the monarch: "Just is thy decree. the firm compact made. our glorious work remains undone. Nor great Achilles grudge this short delay. Can last a hero through a single day? Courage may prompt. and led by thee. as she came. and shine again in war. In full assembly of all Greece be laid. ebbing out his strength. and in secret groan'd. The king of men shall rise in public sight. what I act survey. like Jove himself. And the full price of injured honour paid. And heaven regard me as I justly swear! Here then awhile let Greece assembled stay. Strength is derived from spirits and from blood. Ithacus the wise: "Though. Resume thy arms. With emulation.(258) Even thus. who sees my spear confound The Trojan ranks. he tires a war. a sumptuous banquet shall be made. The son of Peleus thus. The drooping body will desert the mind: But built anew with strength-conferring fare. and give command. What can the errors of my rage atone? My martial troops. Thy words give joy. Till from the fleet our presents be convey'd. thou art by no toils oppress'd. But let the presents to Achilles made. but. propitious to our prayer. Dismiss the people. While raging Hector heap'd our camps with dead. And those augment by generous wine and food: What boastful son of war." " O king of nations! whose superior sway (Returns Achilles) all our hosts obey! To keep or send the presents. While yet we talk. and wisdom breathes in thee. my treasures are thy own: This instant from the navy shall be sent Whate'er Ulysses promised at thy tent: But thou! appeased. godlike. O prince. Mere unsupported man must yield at length. And Jove attesting. and deal destruction round. And learn from thence the business of the day. was I misled. Each due atonement gladly I prepare. . and with toils declined. 'Tis the chief praise that e'er to kings belong'd. At least our armies claim repast and rest: Long and laborious must the combat be.Cursed the dire fury. 'tis equal: all we ask is war. And solemn swear (observant of the rite) That.! thy sovereign might Beyond the bounds of reason and of right. To us. That done. Stretch not henceforth. Pure from his arms. and guiltless of his loves. Let every Greek. be thy care. With limbs and soul untamed. without that stay. Shrunk with dry famine. spotless. and thus replies The great in councils.

And pour new furies on the feebler foe. Eternal sorrows what avails to shed? Greece honours not with solemn fasts the dead: Enough. Phyleus' valiant heir. by thousands daily fall. One chief with patience to the grave resign'd. thunderbolts of war. Our care devolves on others left behind. Let not my palate know the taste of food. . Great Jove but turns it. Revenge is all my soul! no meaner care. be thy care: In order rank'd let all our gifts appear. And scenes of blood. Who waits for that. These to select. The bloody harvest brings but little gain: The scale of conquest ever wavering lies. Now. to pay The tribute of a melancholy day. And all at once on haughty Troy descend. when death demands the brave. Let generous food supplies of strength produce. Interest. and mortal wounds. now. burns my breast no more. Yet a short interval.A train of noble youths the charge shall bear. To bear the presents from the royal tent: The sons of Nestor. and yon bright orb of day. But old experience and calm wisdom mine. Let rising spirits flow from sprightly juice. Sacred to Jove. All grim with gaping wounds. And copious banquets. glad your weary souls. this instant. shall commence the fight: Then. has room to harbour there. to weep for all. And wrath. let generous bowls. the dire effects shall find. to the battle let us bend. Let their warm heads with scenes of battle glow. our heroes lie: Those call to war! and might my voice incite. Thias and Merion. Till my insatiate rage be cloy'd with blood: Pale lies my friend." "For this (the stern à acides replies) Some less important season may suffice. (Ulysses thus rejoin'd. Embodied. and the victor dies! The great. And endless were the grief. If trembling in the ships he lags behind. When the stern fury of the war is o'er. or thought." "O first of Greeks. By Hector slain. their faces to the sky. Ulysses. Though vast the heaps that strow the crimson plain. Destruction be my feast. extinguish'd. and to reason yield. And the fair train of captives close the rear: Talthybius shall the victim boar convey. And his cold feet are pointed to the door. when the day's complete." And now the delegates Ulysses sent. with wounds disfigured o'er. and agonizing sounds. and none shall dare Expect a second summons to the war.) The best and bravest of the warrior kind! Thy praise it is in dreadful camps to shine. Then hear my counsel. the bold. With Lycomedes of Creiontian strain. The bravest soon are satiate of the field.

On heaven's broad marble roof were fixed his eyes. and offering meditates his vow. his weapon deep inflicts the wound. and heaven's revolving light. her humid eyes Shining with tears she lifts. gash'd with cruel wounds. the youths obey'd: Twice ten bright vases in the midst they laid. Who rule the dead. fell furies of the realms of night. heaven all its vengeance shed. before." The speedy council at his word adjourn'd: To their black vessels all the Greeks return'd. "Witness thou first! thou greatest power above. o'erruling all. ye Greeks! and know Whate'er we feel. and horrid woes prepare For perjured kings. The bleeding savage tumbles to the ground.And Melanippus. Patroclus lay. unwilling. And ye. 'tis Jove inflicts the woe. Prone on the body fell the heavenly fair. Go then. And twice the number of high-bounding steeds: Seven captives next a lovely line compose. like the blooming rose. and all who falsely swear! The black-eyed maid inviolate removes. To their new seats the female captives move Briseis. beheld with sad survey Where. If this be false. Slow as she pass'd. form'd the chosen train. and tore her golden hair. All-good. Closed the bright band: great Ithacus. And levell'd thunder strike my guilty head!" With that. The sacred herald rolls the victim slain (A feast for fish) into the foaming main. Then thus Achilles: "Hear. Beat her sad breast. and thus she cries: . the golden talents bore: The rest in public view the chiefs dispose. all-wise. Not else Atrides could our rage inflame. A splendid scene! then Agamemnon rose: The boar Talthybius held: the Grecian lord Drew the broad cutlass sheath'd beside his sword: The stubborn bristles from the victim's brow He crops. force the dame. First of the train. The solemn words a deep attention draw. and expects the fight. All beautiful in grief. and doom'd the Greeks to fall. The eighth Briseis. And Greece around sat thrill'd with sacred awe. 'Twas Jove's high will alone. and all-surveying Jove! And mother-earth. Those in the tents the squires industrious spread: The foaming coursers to the stalls they led. Nor from my arms. His train before March'd onward. Pure and unconscious of my manly loves. That doom'd our strife. bending with the gifts they bore. Achilles waits ye. A row of six fair tripods then succeeds. Achilles sought his tent. His hands uplifted to the attesting skies. radiant as the queen of love. Swift as the word was given. ye chiefs! indulge the genial rite.

I hoped Patroclus might survive. should Neoptolemus the brave. Till yonder sun descend. sink into the grave? If yet that offspring lives. But now. And glad his eyes with his paternal reign. the dearest partner of his love."Ah. What more if hoary Peleus were deceased? Who now. My only offspring. never doom'd to end! The first loved consort of my virgin bed Before these eyes in fatal battle bled: My three brave brothers in one mournful day All trod the dark. strive to calm his grief and rage: His rage they calm not. What banquet but revenge can glad my mind? What greater sorrow could afflict my breast. That rites divine should ratify the band. The lofty palace. he sorrows from his soul. "Thou too. perhaps. he raves. And Phoenix. in beauty gay. irremeable way: Thy friendly hand uprear'd me from the plain. alas! to death's cold arms resign'd. Once stay'd Achilles. Once tender friend of my distracted mind! I left thee fresh in life. this request forbear. Ulysses sage. in Phthia dreads to hear His son's sad fate. For thee. (I distant far. and drops a tender tear. this cruel stroke attend. nor his grief control. For Peleus breathes no more the vital air. He groans. Or drags a wretched life of age and care. Of all neglectful. inanimated clay! What woes my wretched race of life attend! Sorrows on sorrows. that ever felt another's woe!" Her sister captives echoed groan for groan. And make me empress in his native land. The first. The leaders press'd the chief on every side. Fate claim'd Achilles. but might spare his friend. Idomeneus. for ever kind. whose care Is bent to please him. Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow. And dried my sorrows for a husband slain.) I could not this. Unmoved he heard them. "If yet Achilles have a friend. ah. Patroclus! (thus his heart he vents) Once spread the inviting banquet in our tents: Thy sweet society. rushing to the war. and from the warriors turn'd his face: Yet still the brother-kings of Atreus' race. Nor mourn'd Patroclus' fortunes. Now find thee cold. Achilles' care you promised I should prove. but their own. Nestor. wage a hateful war. youth for ever dear. and the large domain." He spoke. But till the news of my sad fate invades . What more. to rear My tender orphan with a parent's care. From Scyros' isle conduct him o'er the main. thy winning care. let me pay To grief and anguish one abstemious day. and with sighs denied.

and brighten all the fields. Streams from some lonely watch-tower to the sky: With mournful eyes they gaze. Thick beats the centre as the coursers bound. His limbs in arms divine Achilles dress'd. Their mingled grief the sire of heaven survey'd. and furious with delay O'erlooks the embattled host. And pour'd divine ambrosia in his breast. And. With splendour flame the skies. And scatter o'er the fields the driving snow. Shot the descending goddess from above. the broad refulgent shield Blazed with long rays. Loud howls the storm. where yon sails their canvas wings extend. at the word of Jove. The silver cuishes first his thighs infold. Next. His glowing eyeballs roll with living fire. and gleam'd athwart the field. and gaze again. and drives them o'er the main. and sudden. so shields from shields. Wide o'er the watery waste. Which on the far-seen mountain blazing high. All comfortless he sits. and wails his friend: Ere thirst and want his forces have oppress'd. Then o'er his breast was braced the hollow gold." He spoke. behind . his high head the helmet graced. and laugh the fields around. (refection of the gods!) Then. swift ascending." Sighing he said: his grief the heroes join'd. That. starr'd with gems. Broad glittering breastplates. The brazen sword a various baldric tied. Forged on the eternal anvils of the god. hung glittering at his side. a light appears. And like a deluge pour'd upon the plain. pale with fears. Arms which the father of the fire bestow'd. Grief and revenge his furious heart inspire. To great Achilles she her flight address'd. high-towering o'er the rest. Each stole a tear for what he left behind. and hopes the bloody day. As when the piercing blasts of Boreas blow. Catch the quick beams. Now issued from the ships the warrior-train. Whose dazzling lustre whitens all the skies: So helms succeeding helms. He grinds his teeth. And dost thou thus desert the great in war? Lo.(259) With nectar sweet. reflecting blaze on blaze.His hastening soul. So to night-wandering sailors. Haste and infuse ambrosia in his breast. sought the bright abodes. And thus with pity to his blue-eyed maid: "Is then Achilles now no more thy care. So swift through ether the shrill harpy springs. Full in the midst. Mix in one stream. and sinks him to the shades. like the moon. From dusky clouds the fleecy winter flies. The wide air floating to her ample wings. spears with pointed rays.

Due to a mortal and immortal hand. which not a Greek could rear.) Their fiery mouths resplendent bridles tied. And learn to make your master more your care: Through falling squadrons bear my slaughtering sword. And bow'd to dust the honours of his mane.) Be swift. His fateful voice. as ye left Patroclus. be mindful of the load ye bear. Seem'd sensible of woe. His arms he poises. And now he shakes his great paternal spear. by the Furies tied. return'd behind. Not brighter Phoebus in the ethereal way Flames from his chariot. but by heavenly force. the fatal time must come. and sets the field on fire.The sweepy crest hung floating in the wind: Like the red star. From Pelion's cloudy top an ash entire Old Chiron fell'd. that from his flaming hair Shakes down diseases. All bright in heavenly arms. And feels a pinion lifting every limb. So stream'd the golden honours from his head. Not through our crime. and droop'd his head: Trembling he stood before the golden wain. and shaped it for his sire. (Unless ye boast that heavenly race in vain. The intrepid chief replied . Automedon and Alcimus prepare The immortal coursers. The death of heroes. "Achilles! yes! this day at least we bear Thy rage in safety through the files of war: But come it will. and the dread of fields. No--could our swiftness o'er the winds prevail. and war. he seems to swim. And thunders to his steeds these dread commands: "Xanthus and Balius! of Podarges' strain. pestilence. Buoy'd by some inward force." The generous Xanthus. The charioteer then whirl'd the lash around. as the words he said. and the radiant car. Trembled the sparkling plumes. Ponderous and huge. or slowness in the course." Then ceased for ever. Or beat the pinions of the western gale. and to the chariot join'd. The ivory-studded reins. High o'er the host. When. all terrible he stands. The chief beholds himself with wondering eyes. and the loose glories shed. above his squire Achilles mounts. Waved o'er their backs. Fell thy Patroclus. All were in vain--the Fates thy death demand. Nor. and portentous spoke. And swift ascended at one active bound. and restores the day. and his motions tries. The bright far-shooting god who gilds the day (Confess'd we saw him) tore his arms way. but God decrees thy doom. (The silver traces sweeping at their side. leave your lord. strange to tell! (so Juno will'd) he broke Eternal silence. A spear which stern Achilles only wields. Not ours the fault.

and permits them to assist either party. Then Jove to Themis gives command. Achilles falls upon the rest of the Trojans. (The work of Vulcan. or rosy bower. ARGUMENT. And question'd thus the sire of men and gods: "What moves the god who heaven and earth commands. to see no more My much-loved parents. All but old Ocean. These shining on. and my native shore-Enough--when heaven ordains. when the deities are engaged. Each azure sister of the silver flood. AND THE ACTS OF ACHILLES. to call The gods to council in the starry hall: Swift o'er Olympus' hundred hills she flies. but à neas is preserved by the assistance of Neptune. While near impending from a neighbouring height. beside her vessels stood. the louring hosts appear. but Apollo conveys him away in a cloud. Thus round Pelides breathing war and blood Greece. The terrors of the combat described. Thus to convene the whole ethereal state? Is Greece and Troy the subject in debate? Already met.) sat the powers around. in long procession come To Jove's eternal adamantine dome. And summons all the senate of the skies. I sink in night: Now perish Troy!" He said. and rush'd to fight.] HERCULES.With unabated rage--"So let it be! Portents and prodigies are lost on me. Each fair-hair'd dryad of the shady wood. sheathed in arms. and forsook the main. Not one was absent. Apollo encourages à neas to meet Achilles. Troy's black battalions wait the shock of fight. and is upon the point of killing Hector. BOOK XX. The scene is in the field before Troy. calls a council of the gods. And grasps the thunder in his awful hands. Even he whose trident sways the watery reign Heard the loud summons. The same day continues. Jupiter. [Illustration: HERCULES. Achilles pursues the Trojans with a great slaughter. . hoary sire! who keeps His ancient seat beneath the sacred deeps. not a rural power That haunts the verdant gloom. these two heroes encounter. THE BATTLE OF THE GODS. On marble thrones. I know my fate: to die. with lucid columns crown'd. Assumed his throne amid the bright abodes. After a long conversation. upon Achilles' return to the battle.

Troy's turrets totter on the rocking plain. and he whose azure round Girds the vast globe. your succour lend To either host.And death stands ardent on the edge of war. What can they now. stern Neptune shakes the solid ground. And the toss'd navies beat the heaving main. shone in arms again. Dreadful he stood in front of all his host. the rapid stream stood still. Xanthus. his terror shrouds In gloomy tempests. The mountain shook. Her bravest heroes pant with inward fear. And Vulcan. And now she thunders from the Grecian walls. from her beauteous hill." "'Tis true (the cloud-compelling power replies) This day we call the council of the skies In care of human race. the maid in arms renown'd.(260) . Celestial powers! descend. from Ilion's topmost towers: Now shouts to Simois. The vessels tremble as the gods alight. Pale Troy beheld. The forests wave. Mars hovering o'er his Troy. and a night of clouds: Now through each Trojan heart he fury pours With voice divine. of profitable arts the sire. gods! or Ilion's sacred wall May fall this day. Then tumult rose: fierce rage and pale affright Varied each face: then Discord sounds alarms. Phoebus came. and the nations rush to arms. Far on Olympus' top in secret state Ourself will sit. On adverse parts the warring gods engage: Heaven's awful queen. And trembling see another god of war. Long lost to battle. And as your minds direct. the laughter-loving dame. though fate forbids the fall. and seem'd already lost. Ere yet the gods their various aid employ. and see the hand of fate Work out our will. But when the powers descending swell'd the fight. and fired their heavenly breasts with rage. Earth echoes. And the chaste huntress of the silver bow. Above. While great Achilles (terror of the plain). Beneath. if in his rage he rise? Assist them. the sire of gods his thunder rolls. Deep in the dismal regions of the dead. Now through the trembling shores Minerva calls. In aid of Troy. Through all their summits tremble Ida's woods. even Jove's own eye Sees with regret unhappy mortals die. If uncontroll'd Achilles fights alone: Their troops but lately durst not meet his eyes. Troy soon must lie o'erthrown. Hermes. Latona. the mountains nod around. Each Argive bosom swell'd with manly joy. And peals on peals redoubled rend the poles. Mars fiery-helm'd. whose streams in golden currents flow. the black sovereign of the fire: These to the fleet repair with instant flight. And from their sources boil her hundred floods." He said.

Half-forced and half-persuaded to the fight.) Saturnia. the goddess shone before. for Hector only burn'd. Opposed to Pallas. and our herds he kill'd. this arm should check his power. nor void of fear Observed the fury of his flying spear. Lyrnessus. The quiver'd Dian." . and vow'd To glut the god of battles with his blood. lest Neptune's arm should lay His dark dominions open to the day. monarch of the main. Though strong in battle as a brazen tower. Such war the immortals wage. Apollo wedged him in the warrior's way. Like young Lycaon. And suffer not his dart to fall in vain. sister of the day. With fiery Vulcan last in battle stands The sacred flood that rolls on golden sands. and dreadful even to gods. when the gods contend First silver-shafted Phoebus took the plain Against blue Neptune. From Ida's woods he chased us to the field. And pour in light on Pluto's drear abodes. What mortal man Achilles can sustain? The immortals guard him through the dreadful plain.The infernal monarch rear'd his horrid head. Leap'd from his throne. seem'd the power divine. But (Jove assisting) I survived the day: Else had I sunk oppress'd in fatal fight By fierce Achilles and Minerva's might. Where'er he moved. Pedasus in ashes lay. Ã neas was the first who dared to stay. majesty of heaven. Then thus the hero of Anchises' strain: "To meet Pelides you persuade in vain: Already have I met. defied. in search of Hector turn'd His eyes around. Abhorr'd by men. In voice and aspect. And burst like lightning through the ranks. And bade the chief reflect. While thus the gods in various league engage.(261) [Illustration: THE GODS DESCENDING TO BATTLE. how late with scorn In distant threats he braved the goddess-born. The god of arms his giant bulk display'd. Our force he scattered. of the royal line. (Her golden arrows sounding at her side. Against Latona march'd the son of May. But swell'd his bosom with undaunted might. Xanthus his name with those of heavenly birth. Were God my aid.] THE GODS DESCENDING TO BATTLE. And bathed his brazen lance in hostile gore. But called Scamander by the sons of earth. war's triumphant maid. such horrors rend The world's vast concave. Achilles glow'd with more than mortal rage: Hector he sought.

And be what great Achilles was before. Thence on the gods of Troy we swift descend: Full soon. In elder times to guard Alcides made. the great armament of heaven. Advanced upon the field there stood a mound Of earth congested. But mix not yet in fight. in ruin and confusion hurl'd. I doubt not. let some power descend. though Jove on high Gives the loud signal. Through the thick troops the embolden'd hero press'd: His venturous act the white-arm'd queen survey'd. to attend Our favour'd hero. and trench'd around. Give him to know what powers assist this day: For how shall mortal stand the dire alarms. shall the conflict end. Then lift thy weapon for a noble blow. or god of light. rose. and drove him to the plain. Intent to form the future scheme of fate. gods! that claims your care. Nor fear the vaunting of a mortal foe. and led the way. An aged sea-god father of his line. Coerulean Neptune. . With clouds encompass'd. But Jove himself the sacred source of thine. with Minerva's aid. And thus. assembling all the powers. Why should celestial powers exert their own? Suffice from yonder mount to view the scene. and spirit breathed into his breast. Here Neptune and the gods of Greece repair. Yield to our conquering arms the lower world. came down. In circle close each heavenly party sat. the tyrant of the sea. But if the armipotent." Thus having said. And leave to war the fates of mortal men. or commence the fight. she said: "Behold an action. and add to his renown. Phoebus impels. That spun so short his life's illustrious line:(262) But lest some adverse god now cross his way. And these. Lo great à neas rushing to the war! Against Pelides he directs his course. Restrain his bold career. And he but from a sister of the main. and Phoebus gives him force. Crown the fair hills that silver Simois shade.To whom the son of Jove: "That god implore. Obstruct Achilles. From heavenly Venus thou deriv'st thy strain. around Apollo laid. so feeble known. Hereafter let him fall. as Fates design. and the heavens reply. wall'd. To guard his life." This said. When heaven's refulgent host appear in arms?"(263) Thus she. at least. and a veil of air: The adverse powers.) What time a vengeful monster of the main Swept the wide shore. and thus the god whose force can make The solid globe's eternal basis shake: "Against the might of man. (The work of Trojans. We.

here. And. Nor. Has Troy proposed some spacious tract of land An ample forest. Jove. Fools stay to feel it. Unworthy the high race from which we came Proclaim'd so loudly by the voice of fame: . Such the lion's rage. some unwarlike boy. So fierce Achilles on à neas flies. But can Achilles be so soon forgot? Once (as I think) you saw this brandish'd spear And then the great à neas seem'd to fear: With hearty haste from Ida's mount he fled. avoid the threaten'd fate. Till at the length. With towering strides Aeneas first advanced. Sons he has many. Resolved on vengeance. so he moved. he grinds his teeth. To his bold spear the savage turns alone. Though all in arms the peopled city rise. begun The seed of Thetis thus to Venus' son: "Why comes à neas through the ranks so far? Seeks he to meet Achilles' arm in war. and unmanly pride. The nodding plumage on his helmet danced: Spread o'er his breast the fencing shield he bore. There great Achilles. or a fair domain. In hope the realms of Priam to enjoy. or resolved on death. 'Tis true. those thy pride may quell: And 'tis his fault to love those sons too well. Pallas. Of hills for vines. Who viewing first his foes with scornful eyes. Not so Pelides. his javelin flamed before. Stalks careless on. he foams. What then I lost. with unregarding pride. in reward of thy victorious hand. He murmurs fury with a hollow groan. by some brave youth defied. The gleaming champaign glows with brazen light. He grins. Ere yet the stern encounter join'd. And prove his merits to the throne of Troy? Grant that beneath thy lance Achilles dies. and are wise too late. Defrauded of my conquest once before. while thou may'st. He rush'd impetuous." To this Anchises' son: "Such words employ To one that fears thee. the gods this day restore. furious to engage. He calls up all his rage. Those. and chiefs in armour bright. The partial monarch may refuse the prize. perhaps. bold à neas. the great Aeneas fled too fast. and arable for grain? Even this. in ruins laid: In Grecian chains her captive race were cast. he rolls his eyes around Lash'd by his tail his heaving sides resound. Amid both hosts (a dreadful space) appear. Her lofty walls not long our progress stay'd. turn'd his head. and we. So stands à neas. will hardly prove thy lot. the best may be defied With mean reproaches. and his force defies. Such we disdain. till he reach'd Lyrnessus. Or.Meanwhile the rushing armies hide the ground. Go. The trampled centre yields a hollow sound: Steeds cased in mail.

we wound. Swift as their mother mares. With voice dissembled to his loves he neigh'd. when they swept the plain. the first from Jove: Dardania's walls he raised. Cease then--Our business in the field of fight Is not to question. then. Assaracus.(265) Scarce on the surface curl'd the briny dew. And tears shall trickle from celestial eyes: For when two heroes. The two remaining sons the line divide: First rose Laomedon from Ilus' side. he Begat Anchises. or takes away. And Priam. And coursed the dappled beauties o'er the mead: Hence sprung twelve others of unrivall'd kind. bless'd with Hector. now in cares grown old. The natives were content to till The shady foot of Ida's fountful hill. To bear the cup of Jove (ethereal guest. and Ganymed: The matchless Ganymed. Whom heaven. Thetis' this day. when in the streets they jar. once. encompass'd with the crowd. thus derived. of Asia's wealthy kings. divinely fair. of whom the Trojan name. and Anchises me. contend. If yet thou further seek to learn my birth (A tale resounded through the spacious earth) Hear how the glorious origin we prove From ancient Dardanus. Wounded. thunderbolt of war. snatch'd to upper air. These lightly skimming. Conceal'd his godhead in a flowing mane. and father wind. source of power and might! with boundless sway. All human courage gives. and neither side can fail. brave and bold. Arm'd or with truth or falsehood. but to prove our might. or Venus' offspring dies. The grace and glory of the ambrosial feast).Each from illustrious fathers draws his line. 'Tis not in words the glorious strife can end. right or wrong. nor bent the tender grain. and knows no end. enamour'd. Perhaps excel us in this wordy war. half divine. half human. The richest. enamour'd of the sprightly train. Clytius and Lampus. Like us they stand. . From great Assaracus sprang Capys. But Jove alone endues the soul with worth: He. Long in the field of words we may contend.(264) From Dardanus great Erichthonius springs. Nor plied the grass. For every man has equal strength to rail: Women alone. ever-honour'd pair. Such Erichthonius was: from him there came The sacred Tros. And vent their anger impotent and loud. And when along the level seas they flew. Each goddess-born. Such is our race: 'tis fortune gives us birth. Three sons renown'd adorn'd his nuptial bed. And Hicetaon. for Ilion. (The city since of many-languaged men. Boreas. So voluble a weapon is the tongue. Reproach is infinite. Ilus. Three thousand mares his spacious pastures bred.) Was not. Three thousand foals beside their mothers fed. From him Tithonus.

impenetrable charms Secured the temper of the ethereal arms. Far on his outstretch'd arm. But stopp'd. nor void of fear Saw. And swims before his eyes the many-colour'd light. Achilles. Then rising ere he threw. Sure. O Neptune! be thy care. Composed the shield. Draws his broad blade. the upper air. and the middle gold: There stuck the lance. But ocean's god. through its parting plates. That trembled as it stuck. Of tin each inward." The great earth-shaker thus: to whom replies The imperial goddess with the radiant eyes: "Good as he is. Sees. he claims our aid." He spoke. heaves a mighty stone: A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise. whose earthquakes rock the ground. by all that gods can bind. And sons succeeding sons the lasting line sustain. And the slight covering of expanded hides. the immeasurable spear. and at à neas flies: à neas rousing as the foe came on. Pelides held (To meet the thundering lance) his dreadful shield. . And can ye see this righteous chief atone With guiltless blood for vices not his own? To all the gods his constant vows were paid. Fate wills not this. and loudly in the buckler rung. rushing in with dreadful cries. though he wars for Troy. and rested. Receive this answer: 'tis my flying spear. Where the shrill brass return'd a sharper sound: Through the thin verge the Pelean weapon glides. of brass each outward fold. and moved the powers around: "Lo! on the brink of fate à neas stands. Five plates of various metal. but Phoebus has bestow'd His aid in vain: the man o'erpowers the god. Pallas and I. His fears were vain. By Phoebus urged. ere it fell. The forceful spear of great Achilles flew. à neas his contracted body bends. Through two strong plates the point its passage held. Saw the distress. and Priam's faithless kind. And pierced the Dardan shield's extremest bound. An instant victim to Achilles' hands. At length are odious to the all-seeing mind. And still his love descends on all the race: For Priam now. With force collected. Fix'd deep. And at his back perceives the quivering spear: A fate so near him. various mould.To all those insults thou hast offer'd here. chills his soul with fright. nor thus can Jove resign The future father of the Dardan line:(266) The first great ancestor obtain'd his grace. With all his force the javelin flung. by the third repell'd. Have sworn destruction to the Trojan kind. And o'er him high the riven targe extends. to immolate or spare The Dardan prince. On great à neas shall devolve the reign.

nor great Minerva's rage. and arms to arms! 'Tis not in me. nor antedate thy doom. And at his master's feet the weapon threw. Where the slow Caucans close the rear of fight. Nor dread the vaunts of Peleus' haughty son. O prince! with force inferior far. Let then the furies of that arm be known. To mow whole troops. Greeks! is yours to-day. aloud He vents his fury and inflames the crowd: "O Greeks! (he cries. to war! Think.Not even an instant to protract their fate. Defrauding fate of all thy fame to come. to fly. Whate'er of active force. or acting fire. and make whole armies fly: No god can singly such a host engage. he left him wondering as he lay. All. or hand obey. ." With that. man to man. though favour'd by the sky. above the heads Of warring heroes. Whate'er this heart can prompt. amazed. Hector leads you on. Then from Achilles chased the mist away: Sudden. Swift interposed between the warrior flies. Then thus. and every rank alarms) Join battle." The king of ocean to the fight descends." This said. Content for once. Urged thee to meet Achilles' arm in war? Henceforth beware. That fell this instant. But whatsoe'er Achilles can inspire. Not Mars himself. with all his gods. with force divine he snatch'd on high The Dardan prince. But powers celestial sure this foe defend. And thin the squadrons with my single spear. Through yon wide host this arm shall scatter fear. The godhead there (his heavenly form confess'd) With words like these the panting chief address'd: "What power. Now then let others bleed. Secure no Grecian force transcends thy own. Laid here before me! and the Dardan lord. The godlike Hector warm'd the troops of Troy: "Trojans. The scene of war came rushing on his sight. and bore him through the sky. our arms he scarce will try. all Achilles." He said: nor less elate with martial joy. and of bounding steeds: Till at the battle's utmost verge they light. vanish'd from my sword! I thought alone with mortals to contend. And even her crumbling ruins are no more. Through all the whistling darts his course he bends. Great as he is. returning with a stream of light. But when the day decreed (for come it must) Shall lay this dreadful hero in the dust.(267) From great à neas' shield the spear he drew. that parted on the wings of wind. That done. Till her last flame be quench'd with her last gore. "What wonders strike my mind! My spear. Or save one member of the sinking state. And casts thick darkness o'er Achilles' eyes. Smooth-gliding without step.

At Neptune's shrine on Helice's high shores. His mother was a Nais. at his army's head." Thus (breathing rage through all) the hero said. Otryntides! the Trojan earth Receives thee dead. of the flood. obedient to the god of light. and seized with fright. Not though his heart were steel. They join. On Troy's whole force with boundless fury flies. He groans away his soul: not louder roars. Nor tempt too near the terrors of his hand. E'en these with words Insult the brave. that steel. But Phoebus warns him from high heaven to shun The single fight with Thetis' godlike son. Beneath the shades of Tmolus. And dash'd and mingled all the brains with gore. And. From Hyde's walls he ruled the lands below. That fire. And brave that vengeful heart. the rocks re-bellow round. your Hector should withstand. While thus Achilles glories o'er the slain: "Lie there. And dash'd their axles with no vulgar gore. plunged within the ranks. Resistless drove the batter'd skull before. and brave the host he led. laid Breathless in dust. Nor from yon boaster shall your chief retire. More safe to combat in the mingled band. And left him sleeping in eternal shade.Deeds must decide our fate. From great Otrynteus he derived his blood. Clamours on clamours tempest all the air. Then fell on Polydore his vengeful rage. shouting to the skies. the sword his head divides: The parted visage falls on equal sides: With loud-resounding arms he strikes the plain. He hears. the dearest. Fierce as he springs. Deserts his chariot for a swifter flight: The lance arrests him: an ignoble wound The panting Trojan rivets to the ground. This sees Hippodamas. that dreadful hand. his hands were fire. First falls Iphytion. A wood of lances rises round his head. crown'd with snow. Brave was the chief.(268) The youngest hope of Priam's stooping age: (Whose feet for swiftness in the race surpass'd:) Of all his sons. Those beauteous fields where Hyllus' waves are roll'd. they throng. though Gygae boast thy birth. Are thine no more. who tremble at their swords: The weakest atheist-wretch all heaven defies. And plenteous Hermus swells with tides of gold. the price of rashness paid. And ocean listens to the grateful sound. Demoleon next. awaits the fight. . and the last. Antenor's offspring. But shrinks and shudders when the thunder flies. The victim bull."--The insulting hero said. they thicken to the war. The rolling wheels of Greece the body tore. The impatient steel with full-descending sway Forced through his brazen helm its furious way. Then fierce Achilles.

Thrice in impassive air he plunged the dart. In the first folly of a youthful knight. His soul no longer brook'd the distant fight: Full in Achilles' dreadful front he came. once more thy flight Has saved thee. His heart high-bounding in his rising breast. He foams with fury. Fly then inglorious! but thy flight this day Whole hecatombs of Trojan ghosts shall pay. The son of Peleus sees. Gigantic chief! deep gash'd the enormous blade. and the partial god of light. and receive thy fate!" He spake no more. thus: "Such words employ To one that dreads thee." With that. undaunted. with all his swiftness slain: Struck where the crossing belts unite behind. . that slew Achilles. some unwarlike boy: Such we could give. And shook his javelin like a waving flame." Then parts the lance: but Pallas' heavenly breath Far from Achilles wafts the winged death: The bidden dart again to Hector flies. If any power assist Achilles' hand. The rushing entrails pour'd upon the ground His hands collect. Hector. the gods may guide my dart. But long thou shalt not thy just fate withstand. The man. "And. When Hector view'd. Mean intercourse of obloquy and pride! I know thy force to mine superior far. and exclaims aloud: "Wretch! thou hast 'scaped again. But heaven alone confers success in war: Mean as I am. The spear a fourth time buried in the cloud. And at the feet of its great master lies. he gluts his rage on numbers slain: Then Dryops tumbled to the ensanguined plain. Achilles closes with his hated foe. And give it entrance in a braver heart. all ghastly in his gore. And golden rings the double back-plate join'd Forth through the navel burst the thrilling steel. defying and defied. But vaunts not long. And stopp'd Demuchus. lo! the man on whom black fates attend. And on his knees with piercing shrieks he fell.To the forbidden field he takes his flight. Thrice struck Pelides with indignant heart. And for the soul an ample passage made. A cloud of sorrow overcast his sight. Pierced through the neck: he left him panting there. To vaunt his swiftness wheels around the plain. is his friend! No more shall Hector's and Pelides' spear Turn from each other in the walks of war."-Then with revengeful eyes he scann'd him o'er: "Come. with joy possess'd. Thus sadly slain the unhappy Polydore. His heart and eyes with flaming fury glow: But present to his aid. and darkness wraps him round. Apollo shrouds The favour'd hero in a veil of clouds. great Philetor's heir.

And stood all impotent. inexorable heart! While yet he trembled at his knees. and one the sword. This way and that. To spare a form. The ruthless falchion oped his tender side. The valiant sons of an unhappy sire. His back. The panting liver pours a flood of gore That drowns his bosom till he pants no more. immense destruction pours And earth is deluged with the sanguine showers As with autumnal harvests cover'd o'er. E'er bent that fierce. Then brave Deucalion died: the dart was flung Where the knit nerves the pliant elbow strung. as the chariot rolls. Fires the high woods. Then o'er the stubble up the mountain flies. in vain his beauty pleads. Tread down whole ranks. the corpse extended lies. Nor less unpitied. The purple death comes floating o'er his eyes. whose race from fruitful Thracia came. And thick bestrewn.Laoganus and Dardanus expire. Thy life. In vain his youth. The trampling steers beat out the unnumber'd grain: So the fierce coursers. Warm'd in the brain the smoking weapon lies. And. rein'd the steeds around. who saw expiring on the ground His prostrate master. with never-wearied pain. Black. young Alastor bleeds. All grim with dust. Sunk in one instant to the nether world: This difference only their sad fates afford That one the spear destroy'd. lies Ceres' sacred floor. no moving art. the spreading torrent roars: So sweeps the hero through the wasted shores. High o'er the scene of death Achilles stood. bloody drops the smoking chariot dye: The spiky wheels through heaps of carnage tore. Prone from his car the thundering chief descends. From his broad shoulders hew'd his crested head: Forth from the bone the spinal marrow flies. He dropp'd his arm. the Pelian javelin gored. Echeclus! next the sword bereaves. expecting fate: Full on his neck the falling falchion sped. and blazes to the skies. all horrible in blood: . And thick the groaning axles dropp'd with gore. an age so like thy own! Unhappy boy! no prayer. And stretch'd the servant o'er his dying lord.) Succeeds to fate: the spear his belly rends. an illustrious name. sunk in dust. Dash'd from their hoofs while o'er the dead they fly. Through Mulius' head then drove the impetuous spear: The warrior falls. And runs on crackling shrubs between the hills. The squire. Rhigmas. and cried. transfix'd from ear to ear. (The son of Pierus. When round and round. In vain he begs thee. As when a flame the winding valley fills. with a suppliant's moan. Around him wide. Both in one instant from the chariot hurl'd. Deep though the front the ponderous falchion cleaves. an unassisting weight. scarce turn'd. and crush out heroes' souls.

plunged in Xanthus by Achilles' force. immortal progeny of Jove. gives the Trojans an opportunity of retiring into their city. Xanthus. Repeated wounds the reddening river dyed. now he whirls it round. . The flashing billows beat the whiten'd shores: With cries promiscuous all the banks resound. Scamander attacks him with all his waves: Neptune and Pallas assist the hero: Simois joins Scamander: at length Vulcan. like a god. The same day continues. This Combat ended. BOOK XXI. His bloody lance the hero casts aside. and kills Lycaon and Asteropeus. and while he pursues him in that disguise. drives the rest into Troy: Agenor only makes a stand. Where late their troops triumphant bore the fight.(269) The Trojans fly before Achilles. who (to delude Achilles) takes upon him Agenor's shape. And here. the rapid billows braves.) Then. And the warm purple circled on the tide.Yet still insatiate. As the scorch'd locusts from their fields retire. The flouncing steeds and shrieking warriors drown'd. And now to Xanthus' gliding stream they drove. Driven from the land before the smoky cloud. The scene is on the banks and in the stream of Scamander. and trembling in ignoble flight: (These with a gathered mist Saturnia shrouds. Now chased. ARGUMENT. by the instigation of Juno. Roars the resounding surge with men and horse. others to the river Scamander: he falls upon the latter with great slaughter: takes twelve captives alive. Meanwhile Achilles continues the slaughter. the other gods engage each other. high brandish'd o'er the waves: Now down he plunges. Such is the lust of never-dying fame! [Illustration: CENTAUR. And rolls behind the rout a heap of clouds:) Part plunge into the stream: old Xanthus roars. some towards the town. and there. Part to the town fly diverse o'er the plain. THE BATTLE IN THE RIVER SCAMANDER. and is conveyed away in a cloud by Apollo. in eddies whirling round. Arm'd with his sword. still with rage on flame. Deep groan'd the waters with the dying sound. (Which spreading tamarisks on the margin hide. The clustering legions rush into the flood: So. The river here divides the flying train.] CENTAUR. almost dries up the river. While fast behind them runs the blaze of fire. to sacrifice to the shade of Patroclus.

" Thus while he spoke. As now the captive. Achilles raised the spear. great Achilles! see. and brave me on the field. Where Jason's son the price demanded gave. And knock'd his faltering knees. Try. Ten days were past. Lo! he returns. Then. That bar such numbers from their native plain. Confusedly heap'd they seek their inmost caves. if the grave can hold the wanderer. and dropp'd upon the field His useless lance and unavailing shield. touching on the shore. "Ye mighty gods! what wonders strike my view! Is it in vain our conquering arms subdue? Sure I shall see yon heaps of Trojans kill'd Rise from the shades. that god whom men in vain withstand Gives the same youth to the same conquering hand Now never to return! and doom'd to go A sadder journey to the shades below. my flying spear! Try. While thus these melting words attempt his heart: "Thy well-known captive. whom so late I bound And sold to Lemnos. In shoals before him fly the scaly train. His well-known face when great Achilles eyed. one stopp'd the dart. then. at length this active prince can seize. whom the hero's hand But late made captive in his father's land (As from a sycamore. . tired with slaughter. If earth. And his soul shivering at the approach of death.) As trembling. Sad victims destined to Patroclus' shade. whose strong grasp has held down Hercules. above. But kind Eetion. since in his father's reign He felt the sweets of liberty again. Or pant and heave beneath the floating waves. the hero said. stalks on Trojan ground! Not him the sea's unmeasured deeps detain. prepared to wound. The son of Priam. the spear suspended stood. One hand embraced them close. Longing to dip its thirsty point in blood. Earth. but now their chains). He kiss'd his feet.Swift through the foamy flood the Trojans fly. panting. With their rich belts their captive arms restrains (Late their proud ornaments. his sounding steel Lopp'd the green arms to spoke a chariot wheel) To Lemnos' isle he sold the royal slave. Now. the Trojan pale with fears Approach'd. as once more he plunged amid the flood. (The helm and visor he had cast aside With wild affright. And close in rocks or winding caverns lie: So the huge dolphin tempesting the main. These his attendants to the ships convey'd. extended on the ground: And while. The next. from the Trojan band Twelve chosen youths he drags alive to land. The ransom'd prince to fair Arisbe bore. The young Lycaon in his passage stood. and sought his knees with suppliant tears Loth as he was to yield his youthful breath. from the stream he fled.

And scarce twelve morning suns have seen me here. the good Patroclus is no more! He. and panting on the land. Ah! think not me too much of Hector's kind! Not the same mother gave thy suppliant breath. Whom late thy conquering arm to Lemnos bore. (Old Altes' daughter. and native shore." These words. For ah! one spear shall drink each brother's gore. and Lelegia's heir. Who held in Pedasus his famed abode. And thus insults him. Impending death and certain fate are mine! Die then. The victor to the stream the carcase gave. And buried in his neck the reeking blade. whoever meets me. Now sums immense thy mercy shall repay. But least. The fainting stripling sank before the stroke: His hand forgot its grasp. Die then. Prone fell the youth. or by design. Achilles his broad sword display'd.Once more Lycaon trembles at thy knee. and suck thy gory wound: There no sad mother shall thy funerals weep. who wrought thy loved Patroclus' death. dost thou bewail mortality? Seest thou not me. Lo! Jove again submits me to thy hands. and as the word he spoke. the sons of Priam's hateful race. and Laothoe fair. whom nature's gifts adorn. . attended with a shower of tears. Sprung from a hero."--He said. my friend! what boots it to deplore? The great. or ransom (he replies): Patroclus dead. And ruled the fields where silver Satnio flow'd. Scarce respited from woes I yet appear. The youth address'd to unrelenting ears: "Talk not of life. and left the spear. The gushing purple dyed the thirsty sand. With his. Whose every wave some watery monster brings. Who shared the gifts of Ceres at thy board. To feast unpunish'd on the fat of kings. How from that arm of terror shall I fly? Some demon urges! 'tis my doom to die! If ever yet soft pity touch'd thy mind. friends. While all his trembling frame confess'd his fear: Sudden. But swift Scamander roll thee to the deep. Far from his father. A hundred oxen were his price that day. far thy better. from a goddess born? The day shall come (which nothing can avert) When by the spear. Some pity to a suppliant's name afford. Lycaon! let the fish surround Thy bloated corpse.) Two sons (alas! unhappy sons) she bore. floating on the wave: "Lie there. And I succeed to slaughter'd Polydore. Again. her victim cruel Fate demands! I sprang from Priam. was foredoom'd to die. or day. and all the Trojan line! Such ruin theirs. So perish Troy. the arrow. By night. or the dart. And thou. and such compassion mine. by force. dies: In vain a single Trojan sues for grace.

With all his refluent waters circled round:) On him Achilles rush'd. And his eye darkens. and to rescue Troy? Meanwhile the hero springs in arms. Like lightning next the Pelean javelin flies: Its erring fury hiss'd along the skies.) One struck. And the short absence of Achilles paid. Your living coursers glut his gulfs in vain! Thus he rewards you.What boots ye now Scamander's worshipp'd stream. and immortal name? In vain your immolated bulls are slain. Then from his side the sword Pelides drew. in earth the fasten'd weapon stood. my native band. The flood impell'd him. Now shines the tenth bright morning since I came In aid of Ilion to the fields of fame: Axius. stream divine! (Fair Peribaea's love the god had crown'd. Repulsive of his might the weapon stood: The fourth." These boastful words provoked the raging god. Beneath the hero's feet he panting lies. till the Grecian vengeance is complete: Thus is atoned Patroclus' honour'd shade. whose lofty line Flows from the source of Axius. (For both his dexterous hands the lance could wield. and quiver'd there. with this bitter fate. advancing from the flood. Arm'd with protended spears. Bent as he stands. His belly open'd with a ghastly wound. he tumbles to the plain. Even to the middle earth. At once Asteropeus discharged each lance. boldest of the race of man? Who. and his spirit flies. but pierced not. the spouting blood Spun forth. The reeking entrails pour upon the ground." "O son of Peleus! what avails to trace (Replied the warrior) our illustrious race? From rich Paeonia's valleys I command. on Pelides' head To avenge his waters choked with heaps of dead. whose spear much glory won: Now lift thy arm. . and try that hero's son!" Threatening he said: the hostile chiefs advance. he fearless stood. What means divine may yet the power employ To check Achilles. Begot my sire. he tries to break the spear in vain. Deep in the swelling bank was driven the spear. Near as they drew. who swells with all the neighbouring rills. With fury swells the violated flood. Achilles thus began: "What art thou. to dare The great Asteropeus to mortal war. His earthly honours. One razed Achilles' hand. Thus. The foe thrice tugg'd. And on his foe with double fury flew. and shook the rooted wood. And shook two spears. the Vulcanian shield. or from whence? Unhappy is the sire Whose son encounters our resistless ire. The son of Pelagon. And wide around the floated region fills.

" He said: then from the bank his javelin tore. till Hyperion's fall . Who strive presumptuous with the sons of Jove! Sprung from a river. Thersilochus. it lies the food Of curling eels. And numbers more his lance had plunged to hell. and fishes of the flood. And beat against it." He said. from whose fountains flow The seas. 'Tis not on me thy rage should heap the dead. Not till proud Hector. Turn then. guardian of her wall. "O first of mortals! (for the gods are thine) In valour matchless. He vents his fury on the flying crew. As he that thunders to the stream that flows. or see Achilles fall. with à nius. fell. The floating tides the bloody carcase lave. And all the roaring billows of the main. But not till Troy the destined vengeance pay. and in force divine! If Jove have given thee every Trojan head. But Jove he dreads. the shores return'd the sound. Or stain this lance. And left the breathless warrior in his gore. Mydon. wave succeeding wave. confess'd before his eyes. à acus.While the proud victor thus triumphing said. But from the bottom of his gulfs profound Scamander spoke. Till. the rivers. and tremble at our arms again. impetuous! from our injured flood. Content. Even Achelous might contend in vain. Then to the godhead of the silver bow The yellow flood began: "O son of Jove! Was not the mandate of the sire above Full and express. didst thou boast thy line? But great Saturnius is the source of mine. and Mnesus slew. roll'd between the banks." In human form. Nor roll their wonted tribute to the deep. thy slaughters could amaze a god. am I. The river thus. See! my choked streams no more their course can keep. And in his deep abysses shakes with fear. Astyplus. His radiant armour tearing from the dead: "So ends thy glory! Such the fate they prove. Thrasius. The thundering voice of Jove abhors to hear. that Phoebus should employ His sacred arrows in defence of Troy. The race of these superior far to those. and drove with fury on the foe. All scatter'd round the stream (their mightiest slain) The amazed Paeonians scour along the plain. nor wars against his son. What rivers can. And make her conquer. and the springs below. and Jove. Scamander might have shown. and thus the chief replies: "O sacred stream! thy word we shall obey. Not till within her towers the perjured train Shall pant. How durst thou vaunt thy watery progeny? Of Peleus. The eternal ocean.

The large trunk display'd Bridged the rough flood across: the hero stay'd On this his weight. Louder and louder purl the falling rills. And bravely try if all the powers were foes. Yet dauntless still the adverse flood he braves. And round the banks the ghastly dead are toss'd. He like the warlike eagle speeds his pace (Swiftest and strongest of the aerial race). Far as a spear can fly. And calls the floods from high. So when a peasant to his garden brings Soft rills of water from the bubbling springs. Wash'd from beneath him slides the slimy soil. And still indignant bounds above the waves. and staggering. Huge heaps of slain disgorges on the coast.) screen the bands who fly. Loud flash the waters to the rushing fall Of the thick foliage. and murmur at his heels. to bless his bowers. Sliddering. And feed with pregnant streams the plants and flowers: Soon as he clears whate'er their passage stay'd. And winds his course before the following tide. (A watery bulwark. Still flies Achilles. a huger billow throws. The plant uprooted to his weight gave way. While all before. From all his deep the bellowing river roars. At every bound his clanging armour rings: Now here. So oft the surge. or bursts upon his head. and regain'd the land. And shine in mazy wanderings o'er the plains. On the border stood A spreading elm. Swift o'er the rolling pebbles. Beats on his back. his knees relax with toil. Oft as he turn'd the torrent to oppose. Then rising in his rage above the shores.(270) Heaving the bank. they prevent his pains. down the hills. and raised upon his hand. His feet. Tired by the tides. Before him scattering. The falling deluge whelms the hero round: His loaded shield bends to the rushing tide. wheresoe'er he wheels. in watery mountains spread. his steps to stay. And gather fast. but before his eyes Still swift Scamander rolls where'er he flies: Not all his speed escapes the rapid floods. he turns on every side. scarce the strong flood divide. the billows ranged on high. Now bursting on his head with thundering sound. and undermining all. The first of men. upborne. Then blacken'd the wild waves: the murmur rose: The god pursues. but not a match for gods. He seized a bending bough. And marks the future current with his spade. When thus (his eyes on heaven's expansion thrown) . that overhung the flood. ambitious to destroy The man whose fury is the fate of Troy. now there. Leap'd from the channel. Achilles springs. And bursts the bank.In awful darkness hide the face of all?" He spoke in vain--The chief without dismay Ploughs through the boiling surge his desperate way. The waves flow after.

And Ilion tumble from her towery height.(271) And make my future life the sport of fate. Floating 'midst scatter'd arms. And my swift soul o'ertake my slaughter'd friend. indignant Xanthus roars. And Hector's blood shall smoke upon thy lance. Ah no! Achilles meets a shameful fate. and with a load of dead. my brother flood. In glorious arms before the Trojan wall. and the blue-eyed maid. Oh how unworthy of the brave and great! Like some vile swain. From all thy fountains swell thy watery store. and the furious flood shall cease to rave 'Tis not thy fate to glut his angry wave. thus by heaven impell'd. Then thus to Simois! "Haste." Neptune and Pallas haste to his relief. High o'er the surging tide. and o'erwhelms his shores. With equal rage. the parted wave resounds. No power to avert his miserable end? Prevent. O Jove! this ignominious date. Crossing a ford. And lifts his billows. nor thy sword suspend. With broken rocks. Stretch'd like a hero. Thine is the glory doom'd. But thou. Heaved on the bounding billows danced the dead. Oh! had I died in fields of battle warm. and mounts. But most of Thetis must her son complain. and invades the field: O'er all the expanded plain the waters spread. Charge the black surge. by leaps and bounds. and pour it on his head. He wades. Propitious Neptune. till all Her routed squadrons pant behind their wall: Hector alone shall stand his fatal chance." Thus spake the gods: Then swift ascended to the bright abodes. Stung with new ardour. By Phoebus' darts she prophesied my fall. And boldly bids the warring gods be foes! . Of all heaven's oracles believed in vain. while casques of gold And turn'd-up bucklers glitter'd as they roll'd. the counsel heaven suggests. Stay. by a hero's arm! Might Hector's spear this dauntless bosom rend. He springs impetuous. whom on a rainy day. Call then thy subject streams. And thus in human form address'd the chief: The power of ocean first: "Forbear thy fear. thy gods appear! Behold! from Jove descending to thy aid. O son of Peleus! Lo. Not a whole river stops the hero's course. Our bravest heroes else shall quit the fight.Forth bursts the hero with an angry groan: "Is there no god Achilles to befriend. the torrent sweeps away. Mark how resistless through the floods he goes. And check this mortal that controls a god. An unregarded carcase to the sea. and bid them roar. attend! Nor breathe from combat. Till Troy receive her flying sons. While Pallas fills him with immortal force.

But nor that force. and dries the soil And the shrunk waters in their channel boil. And instant blows the water'd gardens dry: So look'd the field. Go. No Greeks shall e'er his perish'd relics grace. if our rage unite: Whelm'd under our dark gulfs those arms shall lie. Corses and arms to one bright ruin turn. And hissing rivers to their bottoms burn." [Illustration: ACHILLES CONTENDING WITH THE RIVERS. to the god he said: "Oh Vulcan! oh! what power resists thy might? . And deep beneath a sandy mountain hurl'd. and this his watery tomb. short-panting. mighty in thy rage! display thy power. Swift on the sedgy reeds the ruin preys. The eels lie twisting in the pangs of death: Now flounce aloft. "Rise to the war! the insulting flood requires Thy wasteful arm! assemble all thy fires! While to their aid. turn their bellies to the sky. Then. so whiten'd was the ground. Scorch all the banks! and (till our voice reclaim) Exert the unwearied furies of the flame!" The power ignipotent her word obeys: Wide o'er the plain he pours the boundless blaze. And a foam whitens on the purple waves: At every step. Now glow the waves. At once consumes the dead. Broad elm. Shall aught avail him. Immersed remain this terror of the world. by our command enjoin'd. he boils. While Vulcan breathed the fiery blast around. Fear touch'd the queen of heaven: she saw dismay'd. before Achilles stood The crimson surge. And thus. and swelling with the slain. The flowering lotos and the tamarisk burn. At length the river rear'd his languid head. and cypress rising in a spire. the crackling trees devour. As when autumnal Boreas sweeps the sky. and deluged him with blood. Increased with gore. Pour the red torrent on the watery foe. Such ponderous ruin shall confound the place. Along the margin winds the running blaze: The trees in flaming rows to ashes turn. Rush the swift eastern and the western wind: These from old ocean at my word shall blow. he raves. That blaze so dreadful in each Trojan eye. or inhume. No hand his bones shall gather. nor form divine to sight. murmuring from his beds. gasping. He said. and on the chief descends amain. now dive the scaly fry. The watery willows hiss before the fire. Or. These his cold rites. Drink the whole flood. She call'd aloud.] ACHILLES CONTENDING WITH THE RIVERS. and summon'd Vulcan's aid. the fishes pant for breath.

But ah! withdraw this all-destroying hand." His warm entreaty touch'd Saturnia's ear: She bade the ignipotent his rage forbear. This at the heavenly homicide she cast." He spoke. unequal to the fight-I yield--Let Ilion fall. Then heaved the goddess in her mighty hand A stone. The bubbling waters yield a hissing sound. And in one ruin sink the Trojan name. must thy son engage Me. if fate decree-Ah--bend no more thy fiery arms on me!" He ceased. the heavy smoke aspires: So boils the imprison'd flood. Jove. and her destined state. Submissive I desist.(272) To melt the fat of some rich sacrifice. as his sport. imperial queen of air. if thou command. the dreadful scene descries. the limit of the neighbouring land. There fix'd from eldest times. Amid the fierce embrace of circling fires The waters foam. And first assaults the radiant queen of war: "What moved thy madness. That turns the glancing bolt and forked fire. And views contending gods with careless eyes. The warring gods in fierce contention join: Rekindling rage each heavenly breast alarms: With horrid clangour shock the ethereal arms: Heaven in loud thunder bids the trumpet sound. thus to disunite Ethereal minds. and mix all heaven in fight? What wonder this. . And madly bathed it in celestial gore. vast. The power of battles lifts his brazen spear. To Juno then. Hear then my solemn oath.I faint. Recall the flame. For mightier gods assert the cause of Troy. Saturnia. And wide beneath them groans the rending ground. And choked with vapours feels his bottom glow. As when the flames beneath a cauldron rise. forbid to flow. I sink. Which bears Jove's thunder on its dreadful field: The adamantine aegis of her sire. And soft remurmur in their wonted bed. While these by Juno's will the strife resign. with all his wasteful rage? On other gods his dreadful arm employ. craggy. when in thy frantic mood Thou drovest a mortal to insult a god? Thy impious hand Tydides' javelin bore. only me. Till Greece shall gird her with destructive flame. nor in a mortal cause Infest a god: the obedient flame withdraws: Again the branching streams begin to spread. to yield to fate Unaided Ilion. The burning river sends his earnest prayer: "Ah why. wide conflagration blazing round. black. and smote the long-resounding shield.

But when the circling seasons in their train Brought back the grateful day that crown'd our pain. And slightly on her breast the wanton strook: She. scarcely breathes with pain. And. glorying.Thundering he falls. We shared the lengthen'd labours of a year? Troy walls I raised (for such were Jove's commands). thus to war's victorious maid: "Lo! what an aid on Mars's side is seen! The smiles' and loves' unconquerable queen! Mark with what insolence. and heaven returns the sound: Shall. as Venus is to me. The stunning stroke his stubborn nerves unbound: Loud o'er the fields his ringing arms resound: The scornful dame her conquest views with smiles.) And guard the race of proud Laomedon! Hast thou forgot. That. And. thus the prostrate god reviles: "Hast thou not yet. unresisting. beaming round. (Forgetful of my wrongs. "What sloth has seized us. This the bright empress of the heavens survey'd. so fierce. whom thou rebellious darest withstand. in open view. and of thy own. to our Olympian sire? Come. propp'd on her fair arm. or superior age: Rash as thou art to prop the Trojan throne. at the monarch's prayer. Then from the lowest stone shall Troy be moved. And partial aid to Troy's perfidious race. diffused celestial day. And. scoffing. prove thy arm! for first the war to wage. She moves: let Pallas. if she dares. and the prize denied: . a mass of monstrous size: And seven broad acres covers as he lies. and Juno with a smile approved. Corrects thy folly thus by Pallas' hand. how. Thus meets thy broken faith with just disgrace. insatiate fury! known How far Minerva's force transcends thy own? Juno. Jove's Cyprian daughter. we with shame retire. The god of ocean dares the god of light. And yon proud bulwarks grew beneath my hands: Thy task it was to feed the bellowing droves Along fair Ida's vales and pendant groves. So dread. and turn'd her eyes away. when the fields around Ring with conflicting powers. On earth together lay the lovers spread. "And like these heroes be the fate of all (Minerva cries) who guard the Trojan wall! To Grecian gods such let the Phrygian be. the pair o'ertook. stooping on the land. Lent to the wounded god her tender hand: Slowly he rises. forsakes the plain. to mix in more than mortal fight. pursue. With menace stern the fraudful king defied Our latent godhead." The goddess spoke. fell (her spirits fled). Meantime. No deed perform'd. ignominious." Thus she." Minerva smiling heard. Suits not my greatness.

To their own hands commit the frantic scene. (Not fated yet to die. Now here. rattling from the case.(273) Incensed. The scattering arrows. no more unequal war to wage--" She said. The quiver'd huntress of the sylvan shades: "And is it thus the youthful Phoebus flies. And yields to ocean's hoary sire the prize? How vain that martial pomp. afford proud Ilion grace. he threaten'd servile bands. that now." Silent he heard the queen of woods upbraid: Not so Saturnia bore the vaunting maid: But furious thus: "What insolence has driven Thy pride to face the majesty of heaven? What though by Jove the female plague design'd.Mad as he was. Yet still her heart against the marble beats. and idly mark the dusty place. Like yearly leaves. far-beaming heavenly fires. we heavenward fled with swiftest wing. Dost thou. Nor mix immortals in a cause so mean. who gives delight . About her temples flies the busy bow. The wretched matron feels thy piercing dart. Drop round. with beauty crown'd. And destined vengeance on the perjured king. Thy force can match the great earth-shaking power. Thy sex's tyrant. And scarce restrains the torrent in her eyes: So. now there. the quiver. thus declines the war: "How shall I face the dame. like us. And not. and its plumy pride. their present. for this. future sons destroy." Then turns his face. For what is man? Calamitous by birth. And from the senior power submiss retires: Him thus retreating. They owe their life and nourishment to earth. with a tiger's heart? What though tremendous in the woodland chase Thy certain arrows pierce the savage race? How dares thy rashness on the powers divine Employ those arms. and seized her wrists with eager rage. infest the faithless race. Artemis upbraids. Fierce to the feeble race of womankind. Smile on the sun. Like us. Swift from the field the baffled huntress flies. now. Whom Hermes viewing.) there safe retreats. These in her left hand lock'd. And doom'd us exiles far in barbarous lands. wither on the ground. she winds her from the blow. her right untied The bow. To the cleft cavern speeds the gentle dove. and dreadful show Of pointed arrows and the silver bow! Now boast no more in yon celestial bower. or match thy force with mine? Learn hence. And from its deep foundations heave their Troy?" Apollo thus: "To combat for mankind Ill suits the wisdom of celestial mind. when the falcon wings her way above. To her Latona hastes with tender care.

and desolation marks his way! But when within the walls our troops take breath. all confused. from his arm. Fast as he could. And the near hero rising on his sight! No stop. she names his own imperial spouse. Views. the flying bands to meet. and shut out death. Collects the scatter'd shafts and fallen bow. through death. though fate forbade her fall. On heaps the Trojans crowd to gain the gate. she grasp'd his knees: the ambrosial vest Shook with her sighs. And take their thrones around the ethereal sire. fill'd the dreadful day. glittering on the dust. some fly. with unresisted sway. Through blood. Where. Phoebus rush'd forth. Set wide your portals to the flying throng: For lo! he comes. And thus descending." He spoke. He comes. on the guards he calls: "You to whose care our city-gates belong. she sought the sovereign god." Thus charged the reverend monarch: wide were flung The opening folds. a heartless train. And the pale crescent fades upon her brows. the sounding hinges rung. And boast my conquest. High on a turret hoary Priam stands. Lock fast the brazen bars. no check. And toils. labour on . That. Apollo enters Ilion's sacred town. Thus they above: while. Weeping. all parch'd with thirst. and o'er rolling steeds. while I yield the prize. The sire superior smiled. As when avenging flames with fury driven On guilty towns exert the wrath of heaven. And settled sorrow on his aged face. matchless goddess! triumph in the skies. and pass'd: Latona. Hoary with dust. some with rage on fire. the Trojans' scatter'd flight. and panted on her breast. Struck slaughter back. some fall. and cover'd the retreat. from the war's alarms. Thither. And fear'd the Greeks. The pale inhabitants.To him whose thunders blacken heaven with night? Go. fainting. And marks the waste of his destructive hands. swiftly gliding down. he sighing quits the walls. and terrors. Achilles still proceeds. The guardian-god now trembled for her wall. stooping low. Return the shining bands of gods in arms. Back to Olympus. Some proud in triumph. they beat the hollow plain: And gasping. And the red vapours purple all the sky: So raged Achilles: death and dire dismay. and bade her show What heavenly hand had caused his daughter's woe? Abash'd. And gladsome see their last escape from fate. lay here and there Dishonour'd relics of Diana's war: Then swift pursued her to her blest abode. no aid! With feeble pace. panting. O'er slaughter'd heroes.

And tears his hunter. shall I fly this terror of the plain! Like others fly. he may feel (Like all the sons of earth) the force of steel. When now the generous youth Achilles spies. Here. But he. fighting for the state. the god who darts ethereal flame. that lengthen toward the town. And the barb'd javelin stings his breast in vain: On their whole war. And Troy inglorious to her walls retired. the waters heave and roll. Yet sure he too is mortal. collected.) In aid of him. haughty. "What. and be like others slain? Vain hope! to shun him by the self-same road Yon line of slaughter'd Trojans lately trod. and redeem her fame: To young Agenor force divine he gave. No: with the common heap I scorn to fall-What if they pass'd me to the Trojan wall. scarce perceives the pain. 'tis in vain to fly. ere yet I turn the wall. And all his beating bosom claim'd the fight. His shield (a broad circumference) he bore. bold. conceal'd. in act to throw The lifted javelin. Return in safety to my Trojan friends. One only soul informs that dreadful frame: And Jove's sole favour gives him all his fame. Roused from his thicket by a storm of darts: Untaught to fear or fly. While I decline to yonder path. Disdainful of retreat: high held before. restrain'd the hand of fate. Though struck. and in public view. the cooling flood. insatiable of war. though wounded. Enraged Achilles follows with his spear. Shot down to save her. The fierce Achilles sees me. Antenor's valiant heir Confronts Achilles. (Antenor's offspring. What if?--But wherefore all this vain debate? Stand I to doubt. Not less resolved. the savage flies.) He stops. that leads To Ida's forests and surrounding shades? So may I reach.With heavier strides. Thick beats his heart. beside the beech he sate. And wrapt in clouds. Then graceful as he stood. Then had the Greeks eternal praise acquired. And such his valour. within the reach of fate? Even now perhaps. the troubled motions rise. ere a storm. and I fall: Such is his swiftness. that who stands must die. Wild with revenge. to meet my fate. and stood. and brave. thus bespoke the foe: "How proud Achilles glories in his fame! . in his might. From my tired body wash the dirt and blood. and questions thus his mighty soul. he hears the sounds Of shouting hunters. untamed." He said. or beneath him dies. and of clamorous hounds. (So. So from some deep-grown wood a panther starts. and awaits the war. As soon as night her dusky veil extends. Howe'er 'tis better.

Achilles pursues him thrice round the walls of Troy. Now urge the course where swift Scamander glides: The god. Her excess of grief and lamentation. and wheels about the shore. ARGUMENT. She swoons at the spectacle. Meanwhile the god. Then fiercely rushing on the daring foe. or who by battle fell. The gods debate concerning the fate of Hector. . jealous of his fame. the favoured youth withdrew. BOOK XXII. Dismiss'd with fame. and violence of flight. A thousand woes. Hecuba joins her entreaties. no thought to ask. His lifted arm prepares the fatal blow: But. deliver'd from their fate. And strong and many are the sons of Troy. was retired into the inner part of the palace: she mounts up to the walls. but safe from harms He stands impassive in the ethereal arms. but in vain. who. Pale Troy against Achilles shuts her gate: And nations breathe. now distant scarce a stride before. voice and shape. Achilles drags the dead body at his chariot in the sight of Priam and Hecuba. And sudden joy confused. or tell. and press a foreign shore. tears. he stands the combat. the hollow cuishes rung Beneath the pointed steel. Parents and children our just arms employ. but at the advance of Achilles. ignorant of this. THE DEATH OF HECTOR. his resolution fails him. and he flies. Now o'er the fields they stretch with lengthen'd strides. And pour on heaps into the walls of Troy: No stop. to cover their escape. Safe from pursuit. The Trojans being safe within the walls. The furious chief still follows where he flies. at length Minerva descends to the aid of Achilles." He said: with matchless force the javelin flung Smote on his knee. Hector only stays to oppose Achilles. Great as thou art. and despair. Flies from the furious chief in this disguise. a thousand toils remain. Who 'scaped by flight. and tries to persuade his son to re-enter the town. Hector consults within himself what measures to take. Their lamentations. 'Twas tumult all. and beholds her dead husband. Priam is struck at his approach. Apollo shrouds The god-like Trojan in a veil of clouds. and is slain.And hopes this day to sink the Trojan name Beneath her ruins! Know. and mix'd affright. Tempts his pursuit. that hope is vain. While all the flying troops their speed employ. Assumes Agenor's habit. even thou may'st stain with gore These Phrygian fields. no stay. Their cries reach the ears of Andromache. She deludes Hector in the shape of Deiphobus. and shut from mortal view.

What boots thee now. stay not! guardless and alone. plagues. So the proud courser. bending on. alas! for one of heavenly strain. Terrific glory! for his burning breath Taints the red air with fevers. The careful eyes of Priam first beheld. Unskill'd to trace the latent marks of heaven. advancing o'er the fields Beneath one roof of well-compacted shields. Far stretching in the shade of Trojan towers. Full at the Scaean gates expects the war. victor of the prize. bravest son! Methinks already I behold thee slain. He lifts his wither'd arms. Still his bold arms determined to employ. and of fraud divine: Mean fame. Not half so dreadful rises to the sight. The herded Ilians rush like driven deer: There safe they wipe the briny drops away. Thus to their bulwarks. March. and death. Hector! my loved. Orion's dog (the year when autumn weighs).The thirtieth day still continues. . the Greeks' embodied powers. He calls his much-loved son with feeble cries: The son. Then wept the sage: He strikes his reverend head. Great Hector singly stay'd: chain'd down by fate There fix'd he stood before the Scaean gate. that Troy forsook the plain? Vain thy past labour. and on the battlements of Troy. While the sad father on the rampart stands. The scene lies under the walls. To cheat a mortal who repines in vain. my dearest." Then to the city. To the near goal with double ardour flies. Powerful of godhead. The guardian still of long-defended Troy. obtests the skies. Apollo now to tired Achilles turns: (The power confess'd in all his glory burns:) "And what (he cries) has Peleus' son in view. And thus adjures him with extended hands: "Ah stay not. terrible and strong. Close to the walls. And drown in bowls the labours of the day. as he blazing shot across the field." The chief incensed--"Too partial god of day! To check my conquests in the middle way: How few in Ilion else had refuge found! What gasping numbers now had bit the ground! Thou robb'st me of a glory justly mine. and thy present vain: Safe in their walls are now her troops bestow'd. With mortal speed a godhead to pursue? For not to thee to know the gods is given. now white with age.(274) Through the thick gloom of some tempestuous night. With high and haughty steps he tower'd along. resolved Achilles' force to dare. And o'er the feebler stars exerts his rays. So flamed his fiery mail. While here thy frantic rage attacks a god. smit with panic fear. Him.

My daughters ravish'd. My bleeding infants dash'd against the floor. What heaps of gold. Two from one mother sprung. Yet for my sons I thank ye. sold in distant isles To shameful bondage. Implacable Achilles! might'st thou be To all the gods no dearer than to me! Thee. my eyes in vain explore. The last sad relic of my ruin'd state. The zone unbraced. in fulness of their rage. less to her. Spurn the hoar head of unresisting age. thy dearer glory save. all honest on the breast. the worse. while yet I live. perhaps yet more! Perhaps even I. Two. And bloody dogs grow fiercer from thy gore. now perhaps no more! Oh! if in yonder hostile camp they live. this is misery! the last.And stretch'd beneath that fury of the plain. and my city burn'd. All pale they wander on the Stygian coast. my Polydore. vultures wild should scatter round the shore. In dust the reverend lineaments deform. These I have yet to see. But when the fates. That man can feel! man. to me. Where famish'd dogs. worse than slaughtered. or. reserved by angry fate. whom in his rage (All trembling on the verge of helpless age) Great Jove has placed. Who dies in youth and vigour. dies the best. Yet cursed with sense! a wretch. what treasures would I give! (Their grandsire's wealth. if not deprived of thee. fated to be cursed!" He said. And number all his days by miseries! My heroes slain. Pity. thy father. while I speak. if a soul so brave Neglect that thought. What sorrows then must their sad mother know. Shall lick their mangled master's spatter'd gore. Struck through with wounds. Less to all Troy. What anguish I? unutterable woe! Yet less that anguish. With him the mournful mother bears a part. gods! 'tis well. And pour to dogs the life-blood scarcely warm: This. While yet thy father feels the woes he bears. Rent from his head the silver locks away. her bosom she display'd. my bridal bed o'erturn'd. sad spectacle of pain! The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain: To fill with scenes of death his closing eyes. spare us all! Save thy dear life. late guardians of my door. and acting what no words could say. And loved Lycaon. How many valiant sons I late enjoy'd. Consign'd his daughter with Lelegia's throne:) But if (which Heaven forbid) already lost. And stain the pavement of my regal hall. Valiant in vain! by thy cursed arm destroy'd: Or. Yet shun Achilles! enter yet the wall. these silver hairs. for in fight they fell. by right of birth their own. Yet all her sorrows turn not Hector's heart. Well have they perish'd. (Dire pomp of sovereign wretchedness!) must fall. . And spare thyself. and unworthy toils.

and parley with the foe. and fighting for her wall. And treat on terms of peace to save the town: The wife withheld. repel the foe. by our walls secured. the swelling snake Beholds the traveller approach the brake. But fix'd remains the purpose of his soul. And his red eyeballs glare with living fire. Met at an oak. fast-falling the salt tears. But. my country's terror laid in dust: Or if I perish. she said: "Have mercy on me. return I must Glorious. No--if I e'er return. and fall without a blow? We greet not here. Nor must thy corse lie honour'd on the bier. on his shield reclined. O my son! revere The words of age. Which timely follow'd but the former night. the treasure ill-detain'd (Cause of the war. But woman-like to fall. Methinks my suffering country's voice I hear. and leave our walls in peace. The warrior-shield. When fed with noxious herbs his turgid veins Have gather'd half the poisons of the plains. But why this thought? Unarm'd if I should go. and with a fiery glance Expects the hero's terrible advance. But most her worthless sons insult my ear. as man conversing man. or journeying o'er a plain. Against his rage if singly thou proceed. that injured Greece May share our wealth. Nor spouse. He stood. produce. attend a parent's prayer! If ever thee in these fond arms I press'd. Should'st thou. roll'd up in his den. he stiffens with collected ire. the helm." So they. and grievance of the land) With honourable justice to restore: And add half Ilion's yet remaining store. I feel my folly in my people slain. And blame those virtues which they cannot share. Or still'd thy infant clamours at this breast. let her see me fall In field at least. Beneath a turret. . What hope of mercy from this vengeful foe. On my rash courage charge the chance of war. grace thee with a tear! Far from our pious rites those dear remains Must feast the vultures on the naked plains. his counsels are obey'd too late. Approach unarm'd. And yet suppose these measures I forego. Resolved he stands. He burns. nor mother. and lance. What numbers had been saved by Hector's flight? That wise advice rejected with disdain. while down their cheeks the torrents roll.And thus. Which Troy shall. lay down. No season now for calm familiar talk. and question'd thus his mighty mind:(275) "Where lies my way? to enter in the wall? Honour and shame the ungenerous thought recall: Shall proud Polydamas before the gate Proclaim. Ah do not thus our helpless years forego. So. sworn. (but Heaven avert it!) should'st thou bleed.

To whom. Shot trembling rays that glitter'd o'er the land. Whose polish'd bed receives the falling rills. And with them turns the raised spectator's soul: Thus three times round the Trojan wall they fly. or triumph. one chasing. His dreadful plumage nodded from on high. And aims his claws. Where Trojan dames (ere yet alarm'd by Greece) Wash'd their fair garments in the days of peace. no vulgar prize they play. one in flight: (The mighty fled. Whose grateful fumes the gods received with joy. . The Pelian javelin.) smoke along the road. determine Heaven!" Thus pondering. Now where the fig-trees spread their umbrage broad. to his fears resign'd. From Ida's summits. or some lovely dame) The panting coursers swiftly turn the goal. He leaves the gates. This hot through scorching clefts is seen to rise. or thinks he holds his prey. With exhalations steaming to the skies. and shoots upon his wings: No less fore-right the rapid chase they held. Hector. Where high rewards the vigorous youth inflame (Some golden tripod. Just when he holds. like a god the Greek drew nigh. As Hector sees.Like youths and maidens in an evening walk: War is our business. And on his breast the beamy splendour shone. As when some hero's funerals are decreed In grateful honour of the mighty dead. recedes. that. and cold as winter snows: Each gushing fount a marble cistern fills. With open beak and shrilling cries he springs. Like Jove's own lightning. and the towers of Troy: Now see him flying. Struck by some god. and flies. The sire of mortals and immortals spoke: "Unworthy sight! the man beloved of heaven. inglorious round yon city driven! My heart partakes the generous Hector's pain. One urged by fury. Next by Scamander's double source they bound. The gazing gods lean forward from the sky. unusual terrors rise. whose zeal whole hecatombs has slain.(276) By these they pass'd. but to whom is given To die. while eager on the chase they look. (A wider compass. one by fear impell'd: Now circling round the walls their course maintain. Where two famed fountains burst the parted ground. No vulgar victim must reward the day: (Such as in races crown the speedy strife:) The prize contended was great Hector's life. Thus at the panting dove a falcon flies (The swiftest racer of the liquid skies). he leaves the wall behind: Achilles follows like the winged wind. That the green banks in summer's heat o'erflows. pursued by stronger might:) Swift was the course. Like crystal clear. he fears. Obliquely wheeling through the aerial way. or the rising sun. Behold. Where the high watch-tower overlooks the plain. in his better hand.

cries: "O loved of Jove! this day our labours cease. but he eyes in vain. that Hector famed so far. Or let him bear. As men in slumbers seem with speedy pace. as he coursed below. And hopes the assistance of his pitying friends. their destinies. Exert thy will: I give the Fates their way. Or deep beneath the trembling thicket shakes. assisted Hector's force With fate itself so long to hold the course? Phoebus it was. pre-ordain'd to death! And will no murmurs fill the courts above? No gods indignant blame their partial Jove?" "Go then (return'd the sire) without delay. and one to lead the chase. And weighs. (Good as he is) the lot imposed on man." Then Pallas thus: "Shall he whose vengeance forms The forky bolt. There swift Achilles compass'd round the field. and this pursues in vain.And fate. his nerves with power: And great Achilles. in his latest hour. with equal hand. . Thus step by step. who. And stoops impetuous from the cleaving skies. One to pursue. Sure of the vapour in the tainted dews. and triumphing. Swift at the mandate pleased Tritonia flies. close behind. nor that can overtake: No less the labouring heroes pant and strain: While that but flies. What god. that show The fates of mortal men. Sign'd to the troops to yield his foe the way. Then Phoebus left him. Nor this can fly. The well-breath'd beagle drives the flying fawn. Oft as to reach the Dardan gates he bends. In vain he tries the covert of the brakes. Consult. and fierce Achilles. and hell receives the weight. Their sinking limbs the fancied course forsake. ye powers! ('tis worthy your debate) Whether to snatch him from impending fate. From the high turrets might oppress the foe. Heavy with death it sinks.) So oft Achilles turns him to the plain: He eyes the city. Great Hector falls. (Whose showering arrows. And leave untouch'd the honours of the day. The certain hound his various maze pursues. O muse. lest some Greek's advance Should snatch the glory from his lifted lance. where'er the Trojan wheel'd. Endued his knees with strength. Fierce Minerva flies To stern Pelides. a mortal. and things below: Here each contending hero's lot he tries. o'er the vale and lawn. Shall he prolong one Trojan's forfeit breath? A man. And conquest blazes with full beams on Greece. As through the forest. by stern Pelides slain. Jove lifts the golden balances. and blackens heaven with storms. Low sinks the scale surcharged with Hector's fate.

But stronger love impell'd. I ask no more. Let Heaven's high powers be call'd to arbitrate The just conditions of this stern debate." Fraudful she said. O Hector! have I borne the sight Of this distress. And for a moment's space suspend the day. but honoured more! Since you. And faithful guardians of the treasured vow!) To them I swear. Let the steel sparkle. O son of Peleus! Troy has view'd Her walls thrice circled. Falls by thy hand. and mine! nor force. insatiable of war. nor flight. (Eternal witnesses of all below. or my fate: I kill thee. and rested. Or to his arm our bloody trophies yield. Roll'd at the feet of unrelenting Jove. And here. Stripp'd of its arms alone (the conqueror's due) The rest to Greece uninjured I'll restore: Now plight thy mutual oath. then swiftly march'd before: The Dardan hero shuns his foe no more. Rest here: myself will lead the Trojan on. But now some god within me bids me try Thine. press'd me to forbear: My friends embraced my knees. See. as brothers. Long tried. and the javelin fly. by hapless Hector's side Approach'd. long loved: much loved. Shall more avail him. Of all that Hecuba to Priam bore. and her arms the same). the glorious conflict let us try. adjured my stay. And urge to meet the fate he cannot shun. or I die. if. . where in vain he supplicates above." "Talk not of oaths (the dreadful chief replies. her gesture. While anger flash'd from his disdainful eyes). No vile dishonour shall thy corse pursue.Drunk with renown. and sorrow'd in thy flight: It fits us now a noble stand to make. Jove by these hands shall shed thy noble life." Then he: "O prince! allied in blood and fame. regardless of your own. and her chief pursued. equal fates partake. of all our numerous race alone Defend my life." Again the goddess: "Much my father's prayer. victor in the strife. In show an aid. And much my mother's. Sternly they met. nor his god of light. Dearer than all that own a brother's name. Yet on the verge of battle let us stay. Come then. and I obey. The silence Hector broke: His dreadful plumage nodded as he spoke: "Enough." Her voice divine the chief with joyful mind Obey'd. Or let us stretch Achilles on the field. and greets him thus with voice belied: "Too long. on his lance reclined While like Deiphobus the martial dame (Her face.

and admire!" Fierce. To such I call the gods! one constant state Of lasting rancour and eternal hate: No thought but rage. Now shakes his lance. No further subterfuge. and gave to great Achilles' hand. and my hour is nigh! I deem'd Deiphobus had heard my call. and ought to be." The weapon flew. To thee. and kind! Then welcome fate! 'Tis true I perish. demands a spear-In vain. . Each Grecian ghost." He spoke. I shall not fall a fugitive at least. its course unerring held. And. A god deceived me. presumptuous as thou art. no succour from above. But know. He calls Deiphobus.Detested as thou art. resulting with a bound From off the ringing orb. Pallas gives thee to my lance. elate with joy. for no Deiphobus was there. unknown. Rouse then thy forces this important hour. who. and spent its force in air. "The life you boasted to that javelin given. no further chance. Or what must prove my fortune. and calls thee to thy death. But Hector shunn'd the meditated blow: He stoop'd. nor other hope remain. Boasting is but an art. Unseen of Hector. Great Jove deserts me. But first. and the son of Jove. deep buried in thy heart. Death and black fate approach! 'tis I must bleed. but the heavenly shield repell'd The mortal dart. But he secure lies guarded in the wall. yet I perish great: Yet in a mighty deed I shall expire. and may this dart End all my country's woes. and call forth all thy power. while o'er his head the flying spear Sang innocent. and never-ceasing strife. try thou my arm. Such leagues as men and furious lions join. Hector beheld his javelin fall in vain. it struck the ground. with a sigh. and braves the dread of Troy. Prince! you have miss'd. My soul shall bravely issue from my breast. and life. and thought. Pallas. or thy own. Till death extinguish rage. Unerring. All comfortless he stands: then. No refuge now. 'twas thy deed. and launch'd his javelin at the foe. Minerva watch'd it falling on the land. Then drew. "'Tis so--Heaven wills it. 'Tis Pallas. our fears to blind. at the word. Now hovers round. By no dishonest wound shall Hector die. whatever fate I am to try. all collected. Propitious once. My fate depends on Heaven. his weighty sword he drew. And with false terrors sink another's mind. Let future ages hear it. Nor other lance. by thee deprived of breath. Collect thy soul. on Achilles flew. Nor oath nor pact Achilles plights with thee: Such pacts as lambs and rabid wolves combine.

fainting at the approach of death: "By thy own soul! by those who gave thee breath! By all the sacred prevalence of prayer. to bribe me. thus triumphing. When all the starry train emblaze the sphere: So shone the point of great Achilles' spear. wretch accursed! relentless he replies. and meditates the wound. stern Achilles cries: "At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain.(277) Far-beaming o'er the silver host of night. Stoops from the clouds to truss the quivering hare. what now you feel. Peaceful he sleeps. To soothe a father's and a mother's woe: Let their large gifts procure an urn at least. For ever honour'd. Nor less Achilles his fierce soul prepares: Before his breast the flaming shield he bears." "No. But the rich mail Patroclus lately wore Securely cased the warrior's body o'er. and the gods devour. offer thousands more. Nor rob the vultures of one limb of thee. Nor all the sacred prevalence of prayer. Ah.So Jove's bold bird. and for ever mourn'd: While cast to all the rage of hostile power. Eyes the whole man. Refulgent orb! above his fourfold cone The gilded horse-hair sparkled in the sun. high balanced in the air. While. Achilles absent was Achilles still: Yet a short space the great avenger stayed." Then Hector. Then low in dust thy strength and glory laid. In his right hand he waves the weapon round. shot flashing from his eyes. prince! you should have fear'd. One space at length he spies. Should Troy.) Not those who gave me breath should bid me spare. Where 'twixt the neck and throat the jointed plate Gave entrance: through that penetrable part Furious he drove the well-directed dart: Nor pierced the windpipe yet. And giving thousands. Nodding at every step: (Vulcanian frame!) And as he moved. Thee birds shall mangle. Prone on the field the bleeding warrior lies. As radiant Hesper shines with keener light. as he spoke. unhappy! from thy dying hour." Then thus the chief his dying accents drew: "Thy rage. Should Dardan Priam. to let in fate. Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slain: Then. And Hector's ashes in his country rest. nor took the power Of speech. Drain their whole realm to buy one funeral flame: Their Hector on the pile they should not see. Could I myself the bloody banquet join! No--to the dogs that carcase I resign. bring forth all her store. and his weeping dame. his figure seem'd on flame. with all our rites adorn'd. leave me not for Grecian dogs to tear! The common rites of sepulture bestow. (Flames. implacable! too well I knew: .

The thronging Greeks behold with wondering eyes His manly beauty and superior size. and scatter'd fate!" High o'er the slain the great Achilles stands. Be this the song. Meanwhile. And thus aloud.The Furies that relentless breast have steel'd. when fate's decree And angry gods shall wreak this wrong on thee. And cursed thee with a heart that cannot yield. "Hector is dead. a day will come. replies: "Die thou the first! When Jove and heaven ordain. Phoebus and Paris shall avenge my fate. These fix'd up high behind the rolling wain. and animate my shade. Is not Troy fallen already? Haste. While some. But what is Troy. and your paeans sing. Burn on through death."(278) He ceased. if already their deserted towers Are left unmann'd. The flames of friends and lovers cease to glow." Then his fell soul a thought of vengeance bred. unhonour'd. (Unworthy of himself. Yet mine shall sacred last.) And plaintive glides along the dreary coast. and stripp'd the slain. Proud on his car the insulting victor stood. melancholy ghost! Achilles. thus unheard. who like Jove of late Sent lightning on our fleets. Begirt with heroes and surrounding bands. Divine Patroclus! Death hath seal'd his eyes. (The manly body left a load of clay. And his eyes stiffen'd at the hand of death. I follow thee"--He said. or glory what to me? Or why reflects my mind on aught but thee. wandering. undecay'd. And stretch thee here before the Scaean gate. Then forcing backward from the gaping wound The reeking javelin. or with taunts disgrace: "How changed that Hector. their great Hector slain. the great dead deface With wounds ungenerous. musing as he roll'd his eyes O'er the dead hero. ye sons of Greece. Long as the vital spirit moves my heart? If in the melancholy shades below. . ye powers! See.) The nervous ancles bored. His graceful head was trail'd along the plain. while all the host attends: "Princes and leaders! countrymen and friends! Since now at length the powerful will of heaven The dire destroyer to our arm has given. ignobler. slow-moving toward the shore. and Ilion is no more. A naked. and of the dead. To the dark realm the spirit wings its way. in triumph bring The corpse of Hector. The Fates suppress'd his labouring breath. uninterr'd he lies! Can his dear image from my soul depart. Unwept. cast it on the ground. or if they yet retain The souls of heroes. Yet think. his feet he bound With thongs inserted through the double wound. mine.

The son expiring in the sire's embrace. He has a father too. Perhaps at least he may respect my age. While strong affliction gives the feeble force: Grief tears his heart. and streak the sable sand. While both thy parents wept the fatal hour. And bow before the murderer of my son. With piercing shrieks his bitter fate she moans. the regal veils away. the rapid chariot flies. He smites the steeds. I. And the whole city wears one face of woe: No less than if the rage of hostile fires. friends! I ask ye none). Distracted. And all the eyes of Ilion stream'd around. Amidst her matrons Hecuba appears: (A mourning princess. and drives him to and fro. Patient of horrors. To melt in full satiety of grief!" Thus wail'd the father. only I. to behold thy death? O Hector! late thy parents' pride and joy. presses to the Dardan gate. While the sad father answers groans with groans Tears after tears his mournful cheeks o'erflow. will issue from your walls (Guide or companion. now dragg'd along! The mother first beheld with sad survey. Hector! last: thy loss (divinely brave) Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave. In all the raging impotence of woe. bending o'er thee. dishonour'd. The sudden clouds of circling dust arise. The face divine. and thus begun. And the last blaze send Ilion to the skies. as when his young embrace Begot this pest of me. And. in early bloom.And bore aloft his arms. O had thy gentle spirit pass'd in peace. Purple the ground. and naming one by one: "Ah! let me. and all my race). in his native land. At length he roll'd in dust. far off. in his parents' sight. some sad relief. let me go where sorrow calls. and a train in tears. Deform'd. Has that cursed hand send headlong to the tomb! Thee. And. How many valiant sons. O'er the proud citadel at length should rise. . a man like me. My grief perhaps his pity may engage. not exempt from age and misery (Vigorous no more. One. The wretched monarch of the falling state. She rent her tresses. Given to the rage of an insulting throng. and long-descending hair. distilling blood. Imploring all. And cast. mix'd the tender shower! Some comfort that had been. From her foundations curling to her spires. venerable grey.) "Ah why has Heaven prolong'd this hated breath. The boast of nations! the defence of Troy! To whom her safety and her fame she owed. Now lost is all that formidable air. grovelling on the ground. Scarce the whole people stop his desperate course.

Around a train of weeping sisters stands. astonish'd. and almost her god! O fatal change! become in one sad day A senseless corse! inanimated clay!" But not as yet the fatal news had spread To fair Andromache. I fear him slain! Safe in the crowd he ever scorn'd to wait. My faltering knees their trembling frame desert. To raise her sinking with assistant hands. The net that held them. alas! her lord returns no more. The godlike Hector dragg'd along the ground. Some strange disaster. Unbathed he lies. of Hector dead. she falls. Now quench'd for ever in the arms of death. Not e'en his stay without the Scaean gate. As yet no messenger had told his fate. and bleeds along the shore! Now from the walls the clamours reach her ear. her colour flies. her hero. Shut from our walls! I fear. and sends around her view. A growing work employ'd her secret hours. And mounts the walls.Her chief. the braids that bound. and anguish in her face. Flies through the dome (the maids her steps pursue). chased along the plain.] THE BATH.] . Her fair-haired handmaids heat the brazen urn. Scarce from the verge of death recall'd. with distracted pace. Far in the close recesses of the dome. And thus. some reverse of fate (Ye gods avert it!) threats the Trojan state. "Ah follow me! (she cried) what plaintive noise Invades my ear? 'Tis sure my mother's voice. [Illustration: ANDROMACHE FAINTING ON THE WALL. A sudden darkness shades her swimming eyes: She faints. Her hair's fair ornaments. to her maids she calls: [Illustration: THE BATH. Far be the omen which my thoughts suggest! But much I fear my Hector's dauntless breast Confronts Achilles. and the wreath that crown'd. again She faints." She spoke: and furious. The bath preparing for her lord's return In vain. Too soon her eyes the killing object found. or but recovers to complain. Pensive she plied the melancholy loom. And all her members shake with sudden fear: Forth from her ivory hand the shuttle falls. And sought for glory in the jaws of fate: Perhaps that noble heat has cost his breath. A pulse unusual flutters at my heart. her breath. The veil and diadem flew far away (The gift of Venus on her bridal day). Confusedly gay with intermingled flowers. Fears in her heart.

for ever bathed in tears. But thou. retiring with a tear. unhappy boy! Since now no more thy father guards his Troy. Sad product now of hapless love. And to his widow'd mother vainly mourn: He. from this accursed day! Yet let the sacrifice at least be paid. To my sad soul Astyanax appears! Forced by repeated insults to return. different climes we came. With princes sported. Must--ah what must he not? Whom Ilion calls Astyanax. To leave him wretched the succeeding day. and answer tear with tear. from her well-guarded walls. nor feel what he has lost. not the dead!" So spake the mournful dame: her matrons hear. with tender delicacy bred. liest exposed in air. yet our fate the same! Why was my birth to great Aetion owed.ANDROMACHE FAINTING ON THE WALL. Sigh back her sighs. the ghost Of my dead husband! miserably lost! Thou to the dismal realms for ever gone! And I abandon'd. the common doom. he Hangs on the robe. alone! An only child. While those his father's former bounty fed Nor reach the goblet. 'Begone! thy father feasts not here:' The wretch obeys. remains! No more to smile upon his sire. and Hippoplacia's shade. Far from thy parents' and thy consort's care. they who boast Both parents still. Some stranger ploughs his patrimonial field. or trembles at the knee. desolate. directed by her love. Useless to thee. Robs the sad orphan of his father's friends: He. Sunk soft in down upon the nurse's breast. that to the shades the father sends. once comfort of my pains. wretched outcast of mankind! appears For ever sad. Now to devouring flames be these a prey.(279) Is now that name no more. Frugal compassion! Heedless. . to one unhappy life! For sure one star its baneful beam display'd On Priam's roof. Amongst the happy. From different parents. "O wretched husband of a wretched wife! Born with one fate. no friend To help him now! no father to defend! For should he 'scape the sword. Shall cry. And why was all that tender care bestow'd? Would I had never been!--O thou. thus retiring all in tears. my Hector. The day. Thus wretched. unregarded. and what griefs to come! Even from his own paternal roof expell'd. An honour to the living. who. The martial scarf and robe of triumph wove. Whose hand in vain. nor divide the bread: The kindest but his present wants allay. What wrongs attend him. and on dainties fed. At different periods. And when still evening gave him up to rest.

and bids their eyes to flow." The troops obey'd. and thus he said: . Achilles institutes the funeral games: the chariot-race. Ere yet from rest or food we seek relief. Pelides: thick-succeeding sighs Burst from his heart. and thrice in order led(281) (Achilles first) their coursers round the dead. yet red with blood. All. and lastly twelve Trojan captives. and the various success of the several antagonists. he laid On his dead friend's cold breast. and the offering their hair to the dead. the fight of the caestus. Some rites remain. the pensive train Through the sad city mourn'd her hero slain. where. and tears the sands bedew. make the greatest part of the book. And the stern purpose of his mind unfolds: "Not yet. falling asleep. The Grecians seek their ships. the foot-race. For such a warrior Thetis aids their woe. Achilles sacrifices several animals. But. The body soil'd with dust. Thus humbled in the dust. After the funeral feast he retires to the sea-shore. the discus. He pays libations to the Winds. Melts their strong hearts. and raise the tomb. to glut our rage of grief. and raise the flames. Perform due honours to Patroclus dead. the shooting with arrows. but the martial Myrmidonian band: These yet assembled great Achilles holds. the ghost of Patroclus appears to Achilles: the one-and-thirtieth day is employed in felling the timber for the pile: the two-and-thirtieth in burning it. the ghost of his friend appears to him. at the pile. the next morning the soldiers are sent with mules and waggons to fetch wood for the pyre. and clear the strand. which (at the instance of Iris) rise. the single combat. But chief. my brave companions of the war.BOOK XXIII. place them in an urn of gold. The scene is generally on the sea-shore. they gather the bones. Tears bathe their arms. The funeral procession. Release your smoking coursers from the car. and black with gore. ARGUMENT. then sets fire to it. And thrice their sorrows and laments renew.(280) Achilles and the Myrmidons do honours to the body of Patroclus. When the pile has burned all night. In this book ends the thirtieth day. and demands the rites of burial. The night following. and torrents from his eyes: His slaughtering hands. FUNERAL GAMES IN HONOUR OF PATROCLUS. the wrestling. and the three-and-thirtieth in the games. the darting the javelin: the various descriptions of which. with his chariot each in order led. Lies on broad Hellespont's resounding shore.

and clip thy sacred hair. Lies inly groaning. Of sad Patroclus rose. as by office bound. That Greece the warrior's funeral pile prepare. Tired with his chase around the Trojan wall. reluctant as I am. and (horrible to view) Before the bier the bleeding Hector threw. . Some ease at least those pious rites may give."All hail. Frequent and full. At length he sinks in the soft arms of sleep. Sacred to vengeance. And soothe my sorrows. And now a band of Argive monarchs brings The glorious victor to the king of kings. with feebler cries Expires the goat. When lo! the shade. With steps unwilling. the reeking blood. the genial feast to share. but with the dawn of day. and the word obey. With kindled flames the tripod-vase surround: To cleanse his conquering hands from hostile gore. voice. Let the leagued squadrons to their posts retire. Then ease in sleep the labours of the day. Behold! Achilles' promise is complete. And bid the forests fall: (such rites are paid To heroes slumbering in eternal shade:) Then. and swore:(282) "No drop shall touch me. (O king of men!) it claims thy royal care. while I bear to live. instant shall expire." Gloomy he said. The attending heralds. Howe'er. From his dead friend the pensive warrior went. dash'd on rocks. to the regal tent. The bristly victims hissing o'er the fire: The huge ox bellowing falls. All to Achilles' sable ship repair. stretch'd along the shore. Where. and pleasing look. Prone on the dust. They urged in vain. Around the hero's prostrate body flow'd. till I rear The grassy mound. he came: In stature. The bloody Hector stretch'd before thy feet. the broken billows roar. But great Pelides. or seem'd to rise: In the same robe he living wore. Patroclus! let thy honour'd ghost Hear. by almighty Jove! The first and greatest of the gods above! Till on the pyre I place thee. Their lives effused around thy funeral pyre. and rejoice on Pluto's dreary coast. the sheep in silence dies. I stay And share your feast. Lo! to the dogs his carcase I resign. The Myrmidons around Unbraced their armour. And twelve sad victims. when his earthly part shall mount in fire. Along the grass his languid members fall. and the steeds unbound. Now from the well-fed swine black smokes aspire. the chief refused." He spoke: they hear him. Hush'd by the murmurs of the rolling deep. of the Trojan line. the same. while on either hand The martial Myrmidons confusedly stand. before his closing eyes. The rage of hunger and of thirst allay. In one promiscuous stream.

and one table fed. to converse alone. the soul returns no more: When once the last funereal flames ascend. tenderest care. and an empty shade! This night my friend. Whate'er can rest a discontented shade. I seem'd his dearest. The fate fore-doom'd that waited from my birth: Thee too it waits. Shows every mournful face with tears o'erspread. a pensive. Now give thy hand." "And is it thou? (he answers) To my sight(283) Once more return'st thou from the realms of night? O more than brother! Think each office paid. though dead. Or quit the dearest. "And sleeps Achilles? (thus the phantom said:) Sleeps my Achilles. and with his longing arms essay'd In vain to grasp the visionary shade! Like a thin smoke he sees the spirit fly. A charge consign'd to Merion's faithful care. May mix our ashes in one common grave. for to the farther shore When once we pass. Me fate has sever'd from the sons of earth. together bred. man. Stood at my side. as the rites demand. amazement breaks the bands Of golden sleep. But grant one last embrace. But Agamemnon. Forbid to cross the irremeable flood. That golden urn. . But now forgot. Ah suffer that my bones may rest with thine! Together have we lived. Confused he wakes." He said. retains Part of himself. With mules and waggons sends a chosen band To load the timber. he came. No more our thoughts to those we loved make known. Pensive he muses with uplifted hands: "'Tis true. unhappy boy! Afford at least that melancholy joy. No more shall meet Achilles and his friend. Alas! how different! yet how like the same!" Thus while he spoke. the immortal mind remains: The form subsists without the body's aid. lamentable cry. his Patroclus dead? Living. And glares on the pale visage of the dead. before the Trojan wall Even great and godlike thou art doom'd to fall. each eye grew big with tears: And now the rosy-finger'd morn appears. Aerial semblance. and starting from the sands. thy goddess-mother gave. 'tis certain. as in life.The form familiar hover'd o'er his head. I wander in the air. and as in fate and love we join. and the pile to rear. One house received us. Hear then.(284) And hears a feeble. Let my pale corse the rites of burial know. And give me entrance in the realms below: Till then the spirit finds no resting-place. But here and there the unbodied spectres chase The vagrant dead around the dark abode. plaintive ghost: Even now familiar. so late in battle lost.

but he vow'd in vain. The hero bids his martial troops appear High on their cars in all the pomp of war. The chariots first proceed." Thus o'er Patroclus while the hero pray'd. oppress'd with mighty woe. o'er rocks they go:(285) Jumping. securely slow. at our return. And the slow mules the same rough road return The sturdy woodmen equal burdens bore (Such charge was given them) to the sandy shore. and hecatombs to burn: Full fifty rams to bleed in sacrifice. thunder down. Where to the day thy silver fountains rise. Rattle the clattering cars. And roll'd his eyes around the watery waste: "Sperchius! whose waves in mazy errors lost Delightful roll along my native coast! To whom we vainly vow'd. a shining train.) Loud sounds the axe. combatants and squires. water'd with descending floods. And where in shade of consecrated bowers Thy altars stand. and disposed the load. to Sperchius' honour'd flood: Then sighing. On his cold hand the sacred lock he laid.(286) (Fair Ida. Achilles next. Those curling locks which from his youth he vow'd. where times to come Shall view Patroclus' and Achilles' tomb. crashing. Each in refulgent arms his limbs attires. O'er all the corse their scattered locks they throw. high o'er the shrubs of the rough ground. to the deep his locks he cast. o'er crags. Patroclus decent on the appointed ground They place. They eased their shoulders. Deep echoing groan the thickets brown. But great Achilles stands apart in prayer. On all sides round the forest hurls her oaks Headlong. and heap the sylvan pile around. Patroclus bears them to the shades below.(287) And sacred grew. redoubling strokes on strokes. Then clouds of foot that smoke along the plain.With proper instruments they take the road. And from his head divides the yellow hair. In that vain hope these hairs no longer grow. and the shock'd axles bound But when arrived at Ida's spreading woods. o'er dales. crackling. All mount their chariots. Once more afresh the Grecian sorrows flow: And now the sun had set upon their woe. These locks to fall. perfumed with native flowers! So vow'd my father. The wood the Grecians cleave. No more Achilles sees his native plain. prepared to burn. Supporting with his hands the hero's head. Atrides! give the troops relief: . Circling around the place. Bends o'er the extended body of the dead. lay dead Patroclus on the bier. There on the spot which great Achilles show'd. Next these the melancholy band appear. But to the king of men thus spoke the chief: "Enough. O'er hills. First march the heavy mules. Amidst. Axes to cut. Then rustling. and ropes to sling the load.

he stands on high. Then last of all. the dead to burn--" He said: the people to their ships return: While those deputed to inter the slain Heap with a rising pyramid the plain. threatening: but the gods made vain His threat. And victims promised. Patroclus! let thy vengeful ghost Hear. Smokes. He pour'd around a veil of gather'd air. and on the pyre are thrown. Twelve Trojan heroes offer'd to thy shade. Against the solar beam and Sirian fire. And instant hasten'd to their airy hall. fast beside. Saved from the flames. But. and of fragrant oil. where dead Patroclus lies." So spake he. Four sprightly coursers. And the piled victims round the body spread.] THE FUNERAL PILE OF PATROCLUS. To gentle Zephyr and the Boreal blast: He call'd the aerial powers. on Pluto's dreary coast. Achilles stood in prayer. And drove the bloodhounds from their destined prey. Nor sacred Phoebus less employ'd his care.Permit the mourning legions to retire. Then jars of honey. And kept the nerves undried. Nor yet the pile. Behold Achilles' promise fully paid. domestic at his board. selected to attend their lord. And let the chiefs alone attend the pyre. heavenly fragrance! shed: She watch'd him all the night and all the day. nor as yet the sullen flames arise. The winged Iris heard the hero's call. and whisper to the fires to rise. The pious care be ours. And well-fed sheep and sable oxen slay: Achilles covered with their fat the dead.(288) A hundred foot in length. a hundred wide. along the skies To breathe. Involves and joins them in one common blaze. The growing structure spreads on every side. and libations cast. [Illustration: THE FUNERAL PILE OF PATROCLUS. . and guard inviolate the slain: Celestial Venus hover'd o'er his head. Sad sacrifice! twelve Trojan captives fell. But heavier fates on Hector's corse attend. Sat all the blustering brethren of the sky. low-bending o'er the pile. Invoked the gods whose spirit moves the air. for hungry dogs to rend. the flesh entire.(289) On these the rage of fire victorious preys. Fall two. And calls the spirit with a dreadful cry:(290) "All hail. with a deadly groan Pour forth their lives. And roseate unguents. Where in old Zephyr's open courts on high. Of nine large dogs. and horrible to tell. High on the top the manly corse they lay. and exult. Suspends around. Smear'd with the bloody rites.

And bear the blazing honours high to heaven. With large libations from the golden bowl. . And in the golden vase dispose with care. And sank to quiet in the embrace of sleep. Forth burst the stormy band with thundering roar. "Not so (the dame replied). To the wide main then stooping from the skies. and easy to be known they lie Amidst the heap. So watch'd the flames. All from the banquet rise. Exhausted with his grief: meanwhile the crowd Of thronging Grecians round Achilles stood. The structure crackles in the roaring fires. And all the night the plenteous flame aspires. Then parting from the pile he ceased to weep. And heaven is feasting on the world's green end With righteous Ethiops (uncorrupted train!) Far on the extremest limits of the main. fast behind. with sacrifice. then. And to their caves the whistling winds return'd: Across the Thracian seas their course they bore. to rise! Let on Patroclus' pile your blast be driven. The ruffled seas beneath their passage roar. I haste to go To sacred Ocean. helpless and undone. The tumult waked him: from his eyes he shook Unwilling slumber. All night Achilles hails Patroclus' soul. 'Twas when. Aurora's warmer ray O'er the broad ocean pour'd the golden day: Then sank the blaze. and obvious to the eye: The rest around the margin will be seen Promiscuous. The hero's bones with careful view select: (Apart. But Peleus' son entreats. emerging through the shades of night. till now they flame no more. on her painted bow. There let them rest with decent honour laid. prepare.She shone amidst them. As a poor father. And. And pours in tears. The western spirit. ere yet they close the urn: So stay'd Achilles. and the floods below: Even now our solemn hecatombs attend. Mourns o'er the ashes of an only son. Swift as the word the winds tumultuous flew. Till on the pile the gather'd tempest falls. the pile no longer burn'd. The heaving deeps in watery mountains rise: Troy feels the blast along her shaking walls. and each invites The various goddess to partake the rites. The morning planet told the approach of light. circling round the shore. And heaps on heaps the clouds are toss'd before. steeds and immolated men:) These wrapp'd in double cauls of fat. The rocky pavement glitter'd with the show. as the rites direct. and the north. and the chiefs bespoke: "Ye kings and princes of the Achaian name! First let us quench the yet remaining flame With sable wine." Swift as the word she vanish'd from their view. Takes a sad pleasure the last bones to burn.

valiant Greeks! decreed To the brave rulers of the racing steed. Sad. the games of this sad day: Lost is Patroclus now. These in fair order ranged upon the plain. The swarming populace the chief detains. Nor suit. and more resplendent dames. Who trust the courser and the flying car. The steeds of Tros beneath his yoke compell'd . rising. a charger yet untouch'd by flame. Next the white bones his sad companions place. The sacred relics to the tent they bore. Wide o'er the pile the sable wine they throw. Skill'd in the needle. they stand. A common structure on the humble sands: Hereafter Greece some nobler work may raise. and sleek their glossy neck. Meantime erect the tomb with pious hands. The second victor claims a mare unbroke. as they shared in human grief. in the golden vase. And cast the deep foundations round the pyre. Prizes which none beside ourself could gain. And skill'd to manage the high-bounding steed.) But this no time our vigour to display. unknowing of the yoke: The third. (A race unrivall'd. and stately steeds. thus address'd the train: "Behold the prizes. With tears collected. in beauty's bloom." Fired at his word the rival racers rise.Till I shall follow to the infernal shade. Of twenty measures its capacious size. And leads amidst a wide extent of plains. And deep subsides the ashy heap below. where two bright handles rise. But far the first Eumelus hopes the prize. with them. which from ocean's god Peleus received. that wont to deck Their flowing manes. High in the midst they heap the swelling bed Of rising earth. Vases and tripods (for the funeral games). And a large vase. memorial of the dead. And late posterity record our praise!" The Greeks obey. Resplendent brass. Big with a mule. Famed though Pieria for the fleetest breed. and on his son bestow'd. And trail those graceful honours on the sand! Let others for the noble task prepare. There placed them round: then from the ships proceeds A train of oxen. With equal ardour bold Tydides swell'd. Should our immortal coursers take the plain. The hero. and the labouring loom. mules. they bid the sepulchre aspire. Four ample measures held the shining frame: Two golden talents for the fourth were placed: An ample double bowl contents the last. where yet the embers glow. The urn a veil of linen covered o'er. That done. First stood the prizes to reward the force Of rapid racers in the dusty course: A woman for the first.

Mark then the goal. and past their vigour. a reproach to me. Nor idly warns the hoary sire. Observing still the foremost on the plain. though with inferior steeds. But slow. Base wealth preferring to eternal praise. (Some tomb perhaps of old. When scarce a god redeem'd him from his hand). 'Tis more by art than force of numerous strokes The dexterous woodman shapes the stubborn oaks. The knowing racer to his end proceeds. 'tis easy to be found. And the famed courser of the king of kings: Whom rich Echepolus (more rich than brave). obtains the prize. And 'tis the artist wins the glorious course. And turns him short. The wheel's round naves appear to brush the goal. and cheers his Pylian horse. the limit of a race. unperish'd with the rains: Inclosed with stones. or lame the horse) Clear of the stony heap direct the course. and his heat restrains. and with arts have bless'd. In vain. to Agamemnon gave. Or hardy fir. Experienced Nestor gives his son the reins. By art the pilot. unskilful to the goal they strive. Yet (not to break the car. but art. Next him Antilochus demands the course With beating heart. and warily proceed. Compare those rivals' judgment and thy own: It is not strength. And short. (Ã the her name) at home to end his days. Then Menelaus his Podargus brings. conspicuous from afar. A little bending to the left-hand steed. are my steeds.(Which late obey'd the Dardan chiefs command.) Bear close to this. the ungovern'd courser drive: While with sure skill. steers the fearless ship. Neptune and Jove on thee conferr'd the skill Swift round the goal to turn the flying wheel. Or then. His hand unerring steers the steady horse. and give him all the reins. a circle for the wheeling car. the dead to grace. nor hears The prudent son with unattending ears. So shalt thou pass the goal. through the boiling deep And howling tempest. Not those who trust in chariots and in horse. though for swiftness known. till. To 'scape the wars. secure of mind. But urge the right. And now contracts. And round. "My son! though youthful ardour fire thy breast. And to be swift is less than to be wise. thou mayst be A joy to others. or wide. Fix'd on the goal his eye foreruns the course. Yon aged trunk. doubling as they roll. To guide thy conduct little precept needs. Directs his judgment. The gods have loved thee. Of some once stately oak the last remains. as now. Fear not thy rivals. And leave unskilful swiftness far behind: Though thy fierce rival drove the matchless steed . While thy strict hand his fellow's head restrains. Lest through incaution failing. a cubit from the ground. or now extends the rein.

With those of Tros bold Diomed succeeds: Close on Eumelus' back they puff the wind. Diomed. their stretching shadows sees. and thunders toward the main. They stand in order. and now the ground. and conquest all their care." Thus (nought unsaid) the much-advising sage Concludes. through all the regions known.Which bore Adrastus. While hot for fame. Prone on the dust the unhappy master fell. and dance upon the wind: The smoking chariots. Their heart. an impatient train: Pelides points the barrier on the plain. And seem just mounting on his car behind. of celestial breed. Rage fills his eye with anguish. The lifted scourges all at once resound. and renders vain His matchless horses' labour on the plain. They pant. far the bravest. At once the coursers from the barrier bound. Float in their speed. And sends before old Phoenix to the place. And fills his steeds with vigour. then sat. their voice. rapid as they bound. one undistinguish'd wound: Grief stops his voice. To mark the racers. the dusty clouds arise. the fourth was cast. Nose. And up the champaign thunder from the shore: Thick. their eyes. And next the brother of the king of men: Thy lot. They mount their seats. where they drive. and to judge the race. and front. to survey Snatch'd from his hope the glories of the day. The car reversed came rattling on the field. Now (the last compass fetch'd around the goal) At the near prize each gathers all his soul. . poised upon the rein. a torrent drowns his eyes: Before him far the glad Tydides flies. And the lost courser in the whirlwind flies. Loose on their shoulders the long manes reclined. but not least ardent for the prize. Meriones. And. And. His batter'd face and elbows strike the ground. beside the wheel. they stretch. they send before. and gives the scourge again. First flew Eumelus on Pheretian steeds. Tears up the shore. was last. Full on his neck he feels the sultry breeze. Then had he lost. stiff with unwieldy age. Or the famed race. these Achilles throws). mouth. Shot headlong from his seat. with double pain. Now seem to touch the sky. Springs to her knight. Next bold Meriones was seen to rise. Young Nestor leads the race: Eumelus then. The fraud celestial Pallas sees with pain. (Each o'er his flying courser hung in air. That whirl'd the car of proud Laomedon. they shout along the plain. or left a doubtful prize. But angry Phoebus to Tydides flies.) Erect with ardour. The last. the lots their place dispose (Roll'd in his helmet. hovering o'er. At a stroke She breaks his rival's chariot from the yoke: No more their way the startled horses held. Strikes from his hand the scourge. Each burns with double hope.

Fast by the road a precipice was worn: Here. above the ring. And wonders at the rashness of his foe. where but one could pass. though distant."--Atrides cried in vain. now. and bears him toward the steep. and ye die."--The steeds obey. my generous pair. and make it thine--" Then to his steeds with all his force he cries. destitute of youthful force. But thus upbraids his rival as he flies: "Go. The monarch sat: from whence with sure survey He well observed the chief who led the way. Atrides. High on a rising ground. And conquest lost through frantic haste to gain. could we use it right. . Add perjury to fraud. Far as an able arm the disk can send. to shun the throng The Spartan hero's chariot smoked along. casts his eye below. 'Twas where. "Hold. be vigorous. Haste then: yon narrow road. exert your force. And seem already to retrieve the day. Already at their heels they wing their way. foreboding in his fears The rattling ruin of the clashing cars. backward drew His horse compell'd. And crowns him victor of the labour'd race. furious youth! ungenerous and unwise! Go. The old man's fury rises. Presents the occasion. Close up the venturous youth resolves to keep. Antilochus! thy chariot flew Before the king: he. The first who mark'd them was the Cretan king. When youthful rivals their full force extend. and throws up all the rein. The next. Meantime the Grecians in a ring beheld The coursers bounding o'er the dusty field. Not that we hope to match Tydides' horse. And gives their lord the honours of the day. Or both must fall. No more shall Nestor's hand your food supply. trembling. The coursers at their master's threat With quicker steps the sounding champaign beat. Menelaus succeeds. With fainting knees shall labour in the course. before our sight. But reach Atrides! shall his mare outgo Your swiftness? vanquish'd by a female foe? Through your neglect. So far." Thus he. The floundering coursers rolling on the plain. cautious. and regain the prize! Your rivals. but expect not I'll the prize resign. stay your steeds--What madness thus to ride This narrow way! take larger field (he cried). And yield the glory yours. Since great Minerva wings their rapid way. if lagging on the plain The last ignoble gift be all we gain. by force of wintry torrents torn. He flies more fast. "Be swift.Minerva's spirit drives his matchless pace. And now Antilochus with nice survey Observes the compass of the hollow way. Still edging near. While thus young Nestor animates his steeds: "Now.

. and rising. perhaps. and springs upon the sands." Thus he. as he shakes the rein. since the goal they doubled. He saw. discern not right. of all the Greeks beside The last in merit. the charioteer. but I search in vain." No sooner had he spoke. And saw the foremost steed with sharpen'd eyes. and thus begun: "Forbear. Of those who view the course. Bright with the mingled blaze of tin and gold. fierce scorn enhancing scorn To fell extremes. but thundering near. Rise then some other. ye chiefs! reproachful to contend. Shot from the chariot. Refulgent through the cloud: no eye could find The track his flying wheels had left behind: And the fierce coursers urged their rapid pace So swift." He said: and Ajax. Much would ye blame. high bounding in the chase. For these dim eyes. Perchance the reins forsook the driver's hand. as at first. round the plain I search to find them. And other steeds than lately led the way? Those. by some god withheld. through a stream of dust. And. But Thetis' godlike son Awful amidst them rose. and not a race. incensed. Nor youngest. Lie sure disabled in the middle field: For. rejoin'd: "Barbarous of words! and arrogant of mind! Contentious prince. nor sharpest eyed. Yet sure he seems. and inform my sight. though the swiftest. when they pay the price. On whose broad front a blaze of shining white. High o'er his head the circling lash he wields: His bounding horses scarcely touch the fields: His car amidst the dusty whirlwind roll'd. as the first in pride! To vile reproach what answer can we make? A goblet or a tripod let us stake. Like the full moon. From the hot steeds the sweaty torrents stream. Quits his bright car. to the Greeks begun: "Are yonder horse discern'd by me alone? Or can ye. Idomeneus. Now victor at the goal Tydides stands. The most unwise Will learn their rashness. should others thus offend: And lo! the approaching steeds your contest end. another chief survey. it seem'd a flight. yet the readiest to decide.And heard from far his animating cries. he tumbled on the strand. all. to judge by shape and air. And hear his shouts victorious o'er the plain. And be the king the judge. Stern had replied. Drives. turn'd too short. by mad passion borne. stood obvious to the sight. Eumelus' steeds. The great à tolian chief. unrivall'd lead the race: I well discern him. while his coursers stray With frantic fury from the destined way." "Old man! (Oileus rashly thus replies) Thy tongue too hastily confers the prize. Still. renown'd in war.

This.) Whose glittering margins raised with silver shine. The chief himself unyokes the panting steeds. If yet (distinction to thy friend to show. and pitying thus begun: "Behold! the man whose matchless art surpass'd The sons of Greece! the ablest. Distinguish'd by his friend. O Peleus' son! the mare so justly mine. The tripod-vase. The award opposes. O'erpass'd Atrides) second in the course. one moment. just touching with his heel And brushing with his tail the whirling wheel: Such. and inferior skill." Thus spake the youth. "Think not (he cries) I tamely will resign. Achilles smiled: "The gift proposed (he cried). and gave it to his hand. Atrides urged the race. Slow dragged the steeds his batter'd chariot on: Achilles saw. Behind. and dame with radiant eyes: These to the ships his train triumphant leads. his bosom glows . late so distant on the green.The well-plied whip is hung athwart the beam: With joy brave Sthenelus receives the prize. and asserts his claim. And vows omitted forfeited the prize. (No vulgar gift. at greater distance still. And Greece shall praise thy generous thirst to give. jealous of his fame. But youthful Nestor. Merion pursued. and shining ore. Have thrown the horse and horseman to the ground? Perhaps he sought not heaven by sacrifice. and so narrow now the space between The rivals. the skilful to confound. Pleased with the well-turn'd flattery of a friend. Young Nestor follows (who by art. And please a soul desirous to bestow) Some gift must grace Eumelus. One length. yet the last! Fortune denies. With tardier coursers. steeds. An ample present let him thence receive. Antilochus! we shall ourself provide. Admetus! thy unhappy son. had the race obtain'd. So soon swift à the her lost ground regain'd. nor did his words offend." He said: Automedon at his command The corslet brought." The Greeks consent with loud-applauding cries. warriors! is my foe. With plates of brass the corslet cover'd o'er. view thy store Of beauteous handmaids. What if the gods. But this my prize I never shall forego. (The same renown'd Asteropaeus wore.) Eumelus! shall be thine. who but touches. not force. but justice bids us pay (Since great Tydides bears the first away) To him the second honours of the day. more near Than to the courser in his swift career The following car. And then Eumelus had received the prize. Last came.

if thou thy wrath resign. that all may know. Joy swells his soul: as when the vernal grain Lifts the green ear above the springing plain. Suffice thy father's merit and thy own: Generous alike. To you.With generous joy: then Menelaus rose. Not break. The fields their vegetable life renew. Resign'd the courser to Noemon's hand. And inly grieving. for me. And still'd the clamour of the shouting bands. Swear by that god whose liquid arms surround The globe. and thy fault atone. have talents to regain the friend! To plead indulgence. The mare. be freely thine Ere I become (from thy dear friendship torn) Hateful to thee. and at the word The mare contested to the king restored. who should like thee offend. if youth have err'd. or in years. The driving scourge high-lifted in thy hand. and to the gods forsworn. Not without cause incensed at Nestor's son. headlong is its rage. Not but (my friend) 'tis still the wiser way To waive contention with superior sway. Antilochus! has stain'd. O Grecians! be my wrong declared: So not a leader shall our conduct blame. not to circumvent. if I bid thee rise. Like thee. the truth maintain? What needs appealing in a fact so plain? What Greek shall blame me. Rash heat perhaps a moment might control. ourselves. And lifted his gay heart. while thus he said: "Still may our souls. in thy youth obtain'd. or sense. Nor I thy equal. the settled temper of thy soul." He said. Then mildly thus: "Excuse. before thy chariot stand. the sire and son Have greatly suffer'd. The prize I quit. Such joy the Spartan's shining face o'erspread. Superior as thou art. An act so rash." So spoke Antilochus. and swear thy whole intent Was but to conquer. thus the king begun: "The praise of wisdom. But shall not we. Or judge me envious of a rival's fame. I yield. And laugh and glitter with the morning dew. my soul can bend. forgive the offence. And touch thy steeds. and have greatly done. . And vindicate by oath th' ill-gotten prize? Rise if thou darest. Weak are its counsels. For ah! how few. Thou know'st the errors of unripen'd age. and whose dread earthquakes heave the ground!" The prudent chief with calm attention heard. O generous youth! agree 'Tis now Atrides' turn to yield to thee. and pleased his passion to command. The herald placed the sceptre in his hands. Nor is my pride preferr'd before my friend. or aught thou ask'st. Robb'd of my glory and my just reward.

Of six years' age. Known through Buprasium and the Pylian shore! Victorious then in every solemn game.) Rejoiced. The fifth reward. But left the glory of the past thy own. May the just gods return another day!" Proud of the gift. Though 'tis not thine to hurl the distant dart. For the bold champions who the caestus wield. deserted of my strength. The shining charger to his vessel sent. Phyleus and Polydorus with the spear. the ponderous mace to wield. thus spake the full of days: Achilles heard him. For ever snatch'd from our desiring eyes! Take thou this token of a grateful heart." He said. prouder of the praise. impatient to survey Prize after prize by Nestor borne away. while one ruled the reins. . thy words have proved A senior honour'd. and placed the goblet at his side. Go thou. With martial honours decorate the dead: While pleased I take the gift thy hands present. remain'd. I quell'd Clytomedes in fights of hand. and with united pains One lash'd the coursers.Friend of the youthful chief: himself content. These wither'd arms and limbs have fail'd at length. But won by numbers. the double bowl. The quoit to toss. Dead and for ever lost Patroclus lies. The sons of Actor won the prize of horse. that emulate our deeds: I yield. A stately mule. The prizes next are order'd to the field. and kind intent. of all the numerous Greeks. Or urge the race. O sacred sire! (he said) In dear memorial of Patroclus dead. (Pledge of benevolence. And thus the purpose of his gift declares: "Accept thou this. or wrestle on the field: Thy pristine vigour age has overthrown. alas! (to age who must not yield?) Though once the foremost hero of the field. all resign'd the day. unconscious of the yoke. as yet by toils unbroke. Surpass'd Iphyclus in the swift career. And backward hurl'd Ancaeus on the sand. The brave Epeians gave my glory way. my son. Achilles this to reverend Nestor bears. The golden talents Merion next obtain'd. to see Not one but honours sacred age and me: Those due distinctions thou so well canst pay. Pylians. Ã tolians. With joy the venerable king replied: "Wisely and well. Sprung to their car. and a friend beloved! Too true it is. Such once I was! Now to these tasks succeeds A younger race. Oh! had I now that force I felt of yore. Ordain'd to Amarynces' mighty name. my son! by generous friendship led. not by art or force: For the famed twins.

Him great Tydides urges to contend. Next stands a goblet. The great Mecistheus. a needful train. to bear the bowl away! (Price of his ruin: for who dares deny This mule my right. His mouth and nostrils pour the clotted gore. Secure this hand shall his whole frame confound. (The games ordain'd dead OEdipus to grace. To rear his fallen foe. Beneath that ponderous arm's resistless sway Down dropp'd he. At length Epeus dealt a weighty blow Full on the cheek of his unwary foe. and extended lay. and lost to thought. and round. Achilles rising. With clashing gauntlets now they fiercely close. .) And singly vanquish the Cadmean race. Lies panting. Their crackling jaws re-echo to the blows. and in a stupid gaze The host beheld him. but first his certain fortune know. And whom the Greeks supreme by conquest know. His friends receive the bowl.Is to the circus led. enormous bulk! he rose. and all his body pound: So let his friends be nigh. in fields of battle shine. By some huge billow dash'd against the shore. And to his wrist the gloves of death are bound. Nodding. and gives him to his friends. Scornful. his head hangs down his shoulder o'er. The bleeding hero pants upon the ground." This dreadful combat great Epeus chose. reeling through the throng. Officious with the cincture girds him round. And dragging his disabled legs along. the undoubted victor I) Others. On whom Apollo shall the palm bestow. 'tis own'd. who in days of yore In Theban games the noblest trophy bore. nerveless. Whose arms support him. the victor lends. And poises high in air his iron hands. his hand. not less batter'd with his wound. too dearly bought. The vanquish'd bear the massy bowl away.(291) High o'er the crowd. And seized the beast." The giant spoke. Who dare the foe with lifted arms provoke. and firmly bound. As a large fish. And rush beneath the long-descending stroke. Mash all his bones. and thus began to say: "Stand forth some man. when winds and waters roar. For who excels in all? Then let my foe Draw near.(292) Wrapp'd round in mists he lies. large. This mule his dauntless labours shall repay. thus: "Let Greece excite Two heroes equal to this hardy fight. and emulate thy sire. massy. Euryalus! who durst aspire To meet his might. But the first honours of this fight are mine. To heave the batter'd carcase off the plain. And painful sweat from all their members flows. Warm with the hopes of conquest for his friend. Amid the circle now each champion stands. silent with amaze! 'Twas thou.

Proof to the wintry winds and howling storms. straining. chief. and Jove the rest decree. Still breathing strife. they tumbled side by side. Like two strong rafters which the builder forms. Elaborate. Scarce did the chief the vigorous strife prop When tower-like Ajax and Ulysses rose. on his bosom lies. O my friends. And next. Shouts of applause run rattling through the skies. Defiled with honourable dust they roll. the loser's spirits to restore. but at wider space Fix'd on the centre stands their solid base. Their bones resound with blows: sides. clothed anew. From their tired bodies wipe the dust away. Of twice six oxen its reputed price. Now prove that prowess you have proved so well. again to combat rise. Ajax to lift Ulysses next essays. their heads and arms are mix'd: Below. and. And calls the wrestlers to the level sands: A massy tripod for the victor lies. shoulders. and where the nerves combine His ankle struck: the giant fell supine. When great Achilles thus divides the prize: "Your noble vigour. the foe's attempt denied. restrain. Nor could Ulysses. thighs Swell to each gripe. Close lock'd above. but he could not raise: His knee lock'd fast. and bloody tumours rise.The third bold game Achilles next demands. Embracing rigid with implicit hands. that time Ulysses found The strength to evade. with artifice divine. He barely stirr'd him. heaved him off the ground With matchless strength. The humid sweat from every pore descends. and unsubdued of soul: Again they rage. valued but at four." He said. following. By none in weight or workmanship excell'd: Sidonian artists taught the frame to shine. A female captive. Ye both have won: let others who excel. Now to the grasp each manly body bends. Nor weary out your generous strength in vain. Their tops connected. for his art renown'd. And grappling close. And. their planted feet at distance fix'd. And now succeed the gifts ordain'd to grace The youths contending in the rapid race: A silver urn that full six measures held. or lift thou me: Prove we our force. Whence Tyrian sailors did the prize transport. . Nor could the strength of Ajax overthrow The watchful caution of his artful foe." The hero's words the willing chiefs obey. Amid the ring each nervous rival stands. O'erturn the strength of Ajax on the ground. Ulysses. the following games survey. While the long strife even tired the lookers on. Thus to Ulysses spoke great Telamon: "Or let me lift thee.

Nestor's son." The hero said. where the slippery shore Was clogg'd with slimy dung and mingled gore. his foe he plies. he sped. Ranged in a line the ready racers stand. All fierce. All start at once. And feels a pinion lifting every limb. and displays the charms Of the fair spinster's breast and moving arms: Graceful in motion thus. It stands the prize of swiftness in the race. And send their souls before him as he flies. Pelides points the barrier with his hand. Behind him. Now three times turn'd in prospect of the goal. Stand forth. Ulysses next. Oilean Ajax rises to the race. a goddess was my foe. Obscene to sight. the same hero's funeral rites to grace. for Lycaon spared. grasping by the horn the mighty beast. A mortal I. Unhappy Ajax stumbles on the plain (O'erturn'd by Pallas). and bear these prizes from the plain. Takes the last prize. good Eunaeus heir'd The glorious gift. As closely following as the running thread The spindle follows. (The self-same place beside Patroclus' pyre." Thus sourly wail'd he. His glowing breath upon his shoulders plays: The admiring Greeks loud acclamations raise: To him they give their wishes. not Ulysses. hearts. The baffled hero thus the Greeks address'd: "Accursed fate! the conquest I forego. he seems to swim. A burst of laughter echoed through the shore. Achilles rising then bespoke the train: "Who hope the palm of swiftness to obtain.And gave to Thoas at the Lemnian port: From him descended. Antilochus. And half a talent must content the last. And Pallas. Oileus led the race. won the day. Where late the slaughter'd victims fed the fire. A well-fed ox was for the second placed. diligently close. and starting from his place.) Besmear'd with filth. To brave Patroclus gave the rich reward: Now. And left the urn Ulysses' rich reward. and he whose speed surpass'd His youthful equals. And treads each footstep ere the dust can rise. measuring pace with pace. Buoy'd by her heavenly force. Then. the last. and. more humorous than the rest. and takes it with a jest: "Why with our wiser elders should we strive? . sputtering dirt and gore. She urged her favourite on the rapid way. O goddess!" thus in thought he pray'd! And present at his thought descends the maid. The panting chief to Pallas lifts his soul: "Assist. The well-fed bull (the second prize) he shared. The next Ulysses. and eyes. the rueful racer lay. and blotted o'er with clay. and ready now the prize to gain.

Whose weight and size the circling Greeks admire. But thrice they closed. Now grace the lists before our army's sight. But Greece. That proves the hero born in better days!) Behold his vigour in this active race! Achilles only boasts a swifter pace: For who can match Achilles? He who can. And the huge bulk of Ajax Telamon. Must yet be more than hero. Rude from the furnace. provoke his foe to fight. Pelides cries. but at the corslet stay'd. And from his whirling arm dismiss in air. and surcease the strife.The gods still love them. Not thus the foe: his javelin aim'd above The buckler's margin." The youth departs content. "Stand forth the bravest of our host! (he cries) Whoever dares deserve so rich a prize. when the combat ends. Each Argive bosom beats with fierce delight. spear. And sheathed in steel. Nor Greece in vain shall hear thy friend extoll'd. This mighty quoit Aetion wont to rear. Receive a talent of the purest gold. Who first the jointed armour shall explore. still more aged and wise. now trembling for her hero's life. The sword Asteropaeus possess'd of old. Next these a buckler. And great Patroclus in short triumph bore. worthy of his sire. distinct with studs of gold. For this. Yet still the victor's due Tydides gains. and thrice the charge renew'd. The dreadful chiefs amid the circle stand. to Ajax I must yield the prize: He to Ulysses. And stain his rival's mail with issuing gore. Louring they meet. (A green old age unconscious of decays. tremendous to the sight. the brazen burden rings: Arms which of late divine Sarpedon wore. thundering on the ground. A mass of iron (an enormous round). With him the sword and studded belt remains. Ye see. Then hurl'd the hero. he brings. and but shaped by fire." Fierce at the word uprose great Tydeus' son. and grace the striker's side: These arms in common let the chiefs divide: For each brave champion. and they always thrive. The giant by Achilles slain. A sumptuous banquet at our tents attends. Cast on the plain. at the neck he drove. ." The effect succeeds the speech. The host admire The son of Nestor. he bids those nervous artists vie.) Shall pay the stroke. he stow'd Among his spoils this memorable load. on either hand. Opposed in arms not long they idly stood. Bade share the honours. (A Thracian blade. more than man. Clad in refulgent steel. "Thy artful praise deserves a better prize. and helm. A furious pass the spear of Ajax made Through the broad shield.

Amid the clouds the piercing arrow feels. No firstling lambs. But flies unbless'd! No grateful sacrifice. Those. shall bear These two-edged axes. And twice ten axes casts amidst the round. And great Leonteus. The single. unheedful! didst thou vow To Phoebus. up Epeus rose. And third. and arable for grain. wheels. shores. . in airy circles as she wheels. To the tall top a milk-white dove they tie. arise. and ten that singly wound The mast.That teach the disk to sound along the sky. Ten double-edged. with loud applause resound. And following with his eye the soaring dove. And at his feet fell bloody to the ground. till fiercely flung From Polypoetes' arm the discus sung: Far as a swain his whirling sheephook throws. which late a first-rate galley bore. And Merion eager meditates the wound: He takes the bow. Err'd from the dove. His hinds and swains whole years shall be supplied From hence. and skies. while loud applauses shake the skies. the strength of godlike Ajax cast. patron of the shaft and bow. take it as his prize. yet cut the cord that tied: Adown the mainmast fell the parted string. Leonteus next a little space surpass'd. If he be one enrich'd with large domain Of downs for flocks. "Whose weapon strikes yon fluttering bird. Whose force with rival forces to oppose. The trembling mark at which their arrows fly. he whose shaft divides the cord. Small stock of iron needs that man provide. With vows of firstling lambs. Swift from the string the sounding arrow flies. The hero fixes in the sandy shore. Uprose great Ajax. and all the rural trade. ere yet she breathed her last. The wounded bird. With force conjoin'd heave off the weighty prize. Each stood in order: first Epeus threw. and grateful sacrific The dove. Implores the god to speed it through the skies." Stern Polypoetes stepp'd before the throng. That distant falls among the grazing cows. For this. and forth the latter flew. "Let him. thy well-aim'd arrow turn'd aside. O'er both their marks it flew. directs the shaft above. Quite through and through the point its passage found." He said: experienced Merion took the word. who in skilful archery contend. He next invites the twanging bow to bend. nor ask the neighbouring city's aid For ploughshares. High o'er the wondering crowds the whirling circle flew. more than mortal strong. Who farthest hurls it. terrible in war. And skilful Teucer: in the helm they threw Their lots inscribed. whose might can hurl this bowl. And the free bird to heaven displays her wing: Sea. So past them all the rapid circle flies: His friends.

To close the funeral games. Nor here disdain'd the king of men to rise. O king of nations! all thy Greeks proclaim. detains him one night in his tent. not blacken'd yet by flame. And know thee both their greatest and their best. as in power supreme. and the next morning sends him home with the body: the Trojans run out to meet him. Hecuba. and Iris to Priam. to dispose him for the restoring it. And to the ships brave Merion bears the prize. while the body of Hector lies in the tent of Achilles. For these he bids the heroes prove their art. ARGUMENT. and respectful said: "Thee first in virtue. From the pleased crowd new peals of thunder rise. with a waggon loaded with presents. The gods deliberate about the redemption of Hector's body. Achilles last A massy spear amid the circle placed. grants his request. With flowers high-wrought. and as many more are spent in the truce . makes ready for the journey. and spread her pinions there. Jupiter sends Thetis to Achilles. set apart for sacred use." Pleased from the hero's lips his praise to hear. And ample charger of unsullied frame. Their conversation on the way.With flagging wings alighted on the mast. In every martial game thy worth attest. but let brave Merion bear This beamy javelin in thy brother's war. Then sudden dropp'd. THE REDEMPTION OF THE BODY OF HECTOR. Mercury descends in the shape of a young man. A moment hung. under the charge of Idaeus the herald. [Illustration: CERES. to encourage him to go in person and treat for it. He sets forth in his chariot. Whose dexterous skill directs the flying dart. and left her life in air. The king to Merion gives the brazen spear: But. Rose to the monarch. moved with compassion. Take then the prize. Here too great Merion hopes the noble prize. and Helen. With joy Pelides saw the honour paid. The time of twelve days is employed in this book. and conducts him to the pavilion of Achilles. The lamentations of Andromache. notwithstanding the remonstrances of his queen.] CERES. and begs for the body of his son: Achilles. BOOK XXIV. The old king. commands The glittering charger to Talthybius' hands. Priam finds Achilles at his table. with the solemnities of the funeral. casts himself at his feet. to which he is encouraged by an omen from Jupiter.

All pass'd before him in remembrance dear. The scene is partly in Achilles' camp. and the heart so kind. Their charms rejected for the Cyprian queen. While foul in dust the unhonour'd carcase lies. Patroclus! round thy monument Was Hector dragg'd. the hero lay. All heaven was moved. And now supine. and that manly mind. What toils they shared. impatient for the day: Then starting up. Not so Achilles: he. more unobserved to weep. And thrice. Spread o'er the sacred corse his golden shield. And. then hurried to the tent. and what fields they fought. and partly in Troy. What time young Paris. Preserved from gaping wounds and tainting air. and Hermes will'd to go By stealth to snatch him from the insulting foe: But Neptune this. disconsolate he goes Wide on the lonely beach to vent his woes. inflexibly severe.] HECTOR'S BODY AT THE CAR OF ACHILLES. What seas they measured. All stretch'd at ease the genial banquet share. The ruddy morning rises o'er the waves: Soon as it rose. what martial works they wrought. Now from the finish'd games the Grecian band Seek their black ships. son. now prone. Won by destructive lust (reward obscene). There as the solitary mourner raves. . and clear the crowded strand. thus Apollo spoke: [Illustration: HECTOR'S BODY AT THE CAR OF ACHILLES. That youthful vigour. to grief resign'd. And th' unrelenting empress of the skies. But when the tenth celestial morning broke. And pleasing slumbers quiet all their care. But not deserted by the pitying skies: For Phoebus watch'd it with superior care. mother. Takes his sad couch. To heaven assembled. and Hector trails behind. Thought follows thought. The last sad honours of a funeral fire? Is then the dire Achilles all your care? That iron heart. simple shepherd boy. "Unpitying powers! how oft each holy fane Has Hector tinged with blood of victims slain? And can ye still his cold remains pursue? Still grudge his body to the Trojans' view? Deny to consort. There sleep at last o'ercomes the hero's eyes. and tear succeeds to tear. Nor tastes the gifts of all-composing sleep. And all his soul on his Patroclus fed: The form so pleasing. E'er since that day implacable to Troy. His friend's dear image present to his mind. Now shifts his side. and Pallas this denies. and sire.allowed for his interment. ignominious as it swept the field. Restless he roll'd around his weary bed. his furious steeds he join'd! The chariot flies.

how his rage dishonest drags along Hector's dead earth. on the message flies. He violates the laws of man and god. Who hastes to murder with a savage joy. But Hector only boasts a mortal claim. a brother. Between where Samos wide his forests spreads. and every god's peculiar grace Hector deserves.) If Thetis' son must no distinction know. or a son. and the holy feast: Howe'er by stealth to snatch the corse away. In strength of rage. and its will is done: Awhile they sorrow.) Nor ever from our smoking altar ceased The pure libation. To lose a friend. the commission given By fate exceeds. insensible of wrong! Brave though he be. Swift as a whirlwind." Then thus the Thunderer checks the imperial dame: "Let not thy wrath the court of heaven inflame. The greatest evil and the greatest good. and tempts the wrath of heaven: Lo. and impotence of pride. Well pleased to share the feast. nor their honours. Then hear. Refulgent gliding o'er the sable deeps. and chosen friend of heaven) To grace those nuptials. Repugnant to the lot of all mankind. We will not: Thetis guards it night and day. and the corse to leave. (Juno thus replies. Fate gives the wound. Springs from a goddess by a man's embrace (A goddess by ourself to Peleus given. and tune his youthful lyre. But haste. not a man. where this minstrel-god. Invades around." [Illustration: THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS. Still for one loss he rages unresign'd. then dismiss their care. and man is born to bear. who slaughters wide. His birth deriving from a mortal dame: Achilles. . "If equal honours by the partial skies Are doom'd both heroes. Meteorous the face of ocean sweeps. are the same. of your own ethereal race. of all the Trojan race: Still on our shrines his grateful offerings lay. yet by no reason awed. But mine. But this insatiate." He added not: and Iris from the skies. let her persuasion move Her furious son from Priam to receive The proffer'd ransom. Heaven dooms each mortal. Their merits. A man divine. nor understood. ye gods! the patron of the bow. and breathes but to destroy! Shame is not of his soul. from the bright abode Yourselves were present.A lion. (The only honours men to gods can pay. and summon to our courts above The azure queen. amid the quire Stood proud to hymn.] THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS.

) Even Juno sought her sorrows to console. and veil'd her head in sable shade. or heart demands. And all the gods in shining synod round. she heard the voice of loud lament. Maternal sorrows. (the parted waves resound. but we will'd not so: We will. thy son himself the corse restore. and dispose Repast unheeded. The deeps dividing. And to his conquest add this glory more. Arrived. o'er the coast they rise. revolving fates to come. but with grief o'ercast. flowing long. and hear what Jove declares Nine days are past since all the court above In Hector's cause have moved the ear of Jove. And wept her godlike son's approaching doom. (Minerva rising. Iris shall prepare With gifts to sue. Which. 'Twas voted. The mournful father. O Thetis! from thy seats below. But yield to ransom and the father's prayer. Nor let him more (our anger if he dread) Vent his mad vengeance on the sacred dead. And offer'd from her hand the nectar-bowl: She tasted. Down plunged the maid. But yield to fate." His word the silver-footed queen attends. There in the lightning's blaze the sire they found. So pass'd the goddess through the closing wave. As bearing death in the fallacious bait. while he vents his woes. From the bent angle sinks the leaden weight."--"And why (the dame replies) Calls Jove his Thetis to the hated skies? Sad object as I am for heavenly sight! Ah may my sorrows ever shun the light! Howe'er. . majestically sad. and offer to his hands Whate'er his honour asks. we know and we partake thy cares. And echoing groans that shook the lofty tent: His friends prepare the victim. Then thus the goddess of the painted bow: "Arise. And forth she paced. fair Thetis. ah. and our mandate bear: Tell him he tempts the wrath of heaven too far. her graceful person clad. Thetis approach'd with anguish in her face. 'Tis Jove that calls. be heaven's almighty sire obey'd--" She spake. long to last! Suffice. gave the mourner place.And rocky Imbrus lifts its pointed heads.) She plunged and instant shot the dark profound. long. Then through the world of waters they repair (The way fair Iris led) to upper air. and resign'd it: then began The sacred sire of gods and mortal man: "Thou comest. And touch with momentary flight the skies. Where Thetis sorrow'd in her secret cave: There placed amidst her melancholy train (The blue-hair'd sisters of the sacred main) Pensive she sat. Hermes from his godlike foe By stealth should bear him. Then hie thee to him. And from Olympus' snowy tops descends.

Guard of his life. ." While thus they communed. Safe through the foe by our protection led: Him Hermes to Achilles shall convey. no Trojan near Except. And all amidst them lay the hoary sire. Mindful of those. who late their pride and joy. and answer'd groan with groan. from the Olympian bowers Jove orders Iris to the Trojan towers: "Haste. Nor let him death. And urge her monarch to redeem his son. And thus in whispers greets his trembling ears: "Fear not. unhappy! shall thy sorrows flow. Fierce as he is. or love. whose pleasing reign Soothes weary life. No longer then (his fury if thou dread) Detain the relics of great Hector dead. Then down her bow the winged Iris drives. Achilles' self shall spare His age. O father! no ill news I bear." [Illustration: IRIS ADVISES PRIAM TO OBTAIN THE BODY OF HECTOR. and partner of his way. nor let him danger dread. to place the dead with decent care. winged goddess! to the sacred town. and softens human pain? O snatch the moments yet within thy power. with frantic hands he spread A shower of ashes o'er his neck and head. She press'd his hand. Nor vent on senseless earth thy vengeance vain. Not long to live. Jove makes thee still his care. and restore the slain. Some sense of duty. indulge the amorous hour! Lo! Jove himself (for Jove's command I bear) Forbids to tempt the wrath of heaven too far. And thy heart waste with life-consuming woe: Mindless of food. some desire to save. Some aged herald. and tender thus begun: "How long. Alone the Ilian ramparts let him leave. for so we will. But yield to ransom. nor touch one venerable hair: Some thought there must be in a soul so brave. Whose shrieks and clamours fill the vaulted dome.The goddess seats her by her pensive son. who with gentle hand May the slow mules and funeral car command.] IRIS ADVISES PRIAM TO OBTAIN THE BODY OF HECTOR. since such the will of heaven. From Jove I come. (Sad scene of woe!) his face his wrapp'd attire Conceal'd from sight." To whom Achilles: "Be the ransom given. And we submit. Lie pale and breathless round the fields of Troy! Before the king Jove's messenger appears. And swift at Priam's mournful court arrives: Where the sad sons beside their father's throne Sat bathed in tears. And bear what stern Achilles may receive: Alone. From room to room his pensive daughters roam.

and bears me to the foe. in unactive death? He poured his latest blood in manly fight. thy slain sons declare. and with gifts obtain The corse of Hector. Alone. And fell a hero in his country's right. Who bids me try Achilles' mind to move. for the gifts. to vultures." She spoke. at yon navy slain. and thus began to say: "Unhappy consort of a king distress'd! Partake the troubles of thy husband's breast: I saw descend the messenger of Jove. nor touch one venerable hair.For Hector's sake these walls he bids thee leave. Born to his own. So brave! so many fallen! To claim his rage Vain were thy dignity. who with gentle hand May the slow mules and funeral car command. still for Hector let our sorrows flow. Now all confused. Still. Her piercing cries Sad Hecuba renews. Achilles' self shall spare Thy age. Forsake these ramparts. Some sense of duty." . whose breath Expired not meanly. Then pass'd the monarch to his bridal-room." The hoary monarch thus. Fierce as he is. distracted. and to his parents' woe! Doom'd from the hour his luckless life begun. Some thought there must be in a soul so brave. and vain thy age. And what his mercy. Priam bids prepare His gentle mules and harness to the car. and partner of thy way. nor shall thou danger dread: Safe through the foe by his protection led: Thee Hermes to Pelides shall convey. Then call'd his queen. and then replies: "Ah! whither wanders thy distemper'd mind? And where the prudence now that awed mankind? Through Phrygia once and foreign regions known. And bear what stern Achilles may receive. There. and vanish'd. To dogs. no Trojan near. some desire to save. and wander o'er Those hands yet red with Hector's noble gore! Alas! my lord! he knows not how to spare. No--pent in this sad palace. to place the dead with decent care. and to Peleus' son! Oh! in his dearest blood might I allay My rage. for so he wills. and these barbarities repay! For ah! could Hector merit thus. overthrown! Singly to pass through hosts of foes! to face (O heart of steel!) the murderer of thy race! To view that deathful eye. Tell me thy thought: my heart impels to go Through hostile camps. a polish'd casket lay: His pious sons the king's command obey. Guard of thy life. Some aged herald. And where the treasures of his empire lay. Where cedar-beams the lofty roofs perfume. Nor shalt thou death. Except. let us give To grief the wretched days we have to live.

As many vests. I see the ruins of your smoking town! O send me. nor seer. Hence! nor obtrude your anguish on my eyes. Content--By the same hand let me expire! Add to the slaughter'd son the wretched sire! One cold embrace at least may be allow'd. And my last tears flow mingled with his blood!" From forth his open'd stores. His threats Deiphobus and Dius hear. nor my soul affright With words of omen. officious crowds! (he cries). I heard her. he calls. as many mantles told. A present goddess brought the high command. and garments stiff with gold. priest. And generous Antiphon: for yet these nine Survived. Helenes the seer. Paris. and twice two chargers shine. (The pledge of treaties once with friendly Thrace:) Seem'd all too mean the stores he could employ. and the word shall stand. I go. Set up by Jove your spectacle of woe? No. Had any mortal voice the injunction laid. to fix ye there: Am I the only object of despair? Am I become my people's common show. and each face offends. Polites. and feebly drives his friends away: The sorrowing friends his frantic rage obey. you must feel him too. he drew Twelve costly carpets of refulgent hue.) 'Tis heaven commands me. For one last look to buy him back to Troy! Lo! the sad father. gods! ere that sad day shall come. ye gods! obedient to your call: If in yon camp your powers have doom'd my fall."Seek not to stay me. With Troilus. your guardian power is gone! I see your blood the fields of Phrygia drown. and you urge in vain. sad relics of his numerous line. Next on his sons his erring fury falls. yourselves must fall. Have ye no griefs at home. And last a large well-labour'd bowl had place. Nor augur. dreadful on his rushing car. You. remain! Mestor the brave. like a bird of night. Hippothous. Agathon. A willing ghost to Pluto's dreary dome!" He said. "What make ye here.(293) . Around him furious drives his menial train: In vain each slave with duteous care attends. Pammon. Each office hurts him. renown'd in ranks of war. The same stern god to ruin gives you all: Nor is great Hector lost by me alone. "Inglorious sons of an unhappy sire! Why did not all in Hector's cause expire? Wretch that I am! my bravest offspring slain. (Replied unmoved the venerable man. With ten pure talents from the richest mine. had been obey'd. frantic with his pain. this said. I saw. Two tripods next. And twelve fair veils. the disgrace of Priam's house. Your sole defence.

he not this task denied. Heaven. or thy soul. And lead thy way with heavenly augury: Let the strong sovereign of the plumy race Tower on the right of yon ethereal space. and pour to Jove. and harness'd to his car: Grieved as he was. That sign beheld. And left me these. Then fix'd a ring the running reins to guide. Pray to that god. While careful these the gentle coursers join'd. Box was the yoke. (Libation destined to the power divine. at his side. the contempt of Troy! Why teach ye not my rapid wheels to run. And close beneath the gather'd ends were tied. Boldly pursue the journey mark'd by Jove: But if the god his augury denies. Whose days the feast and wanton dance employ. and slighting mine. Sad Hecuba approach'd with anxious mind. emboss'd with costly pains. And thus consigns it to the monarch's hands: "Take this.) But the fair horses. who high on Ida's brow Surveys thy desolated realms below. The hoary herald help'd him. inspires this bold design. and calls the power divine: "O first and greatest! heaven's imperial lord! On lofty Ida's holy hill adored! . long his darling care. On the mid pavement pours the rosy wine. Forgive his anger.) Held in her right. more than man divine. And speed my journey to redeem my son?" The sons their father's wretched age revere. and produce the car. Since victor of thy fears. A golden bowl that foam'd with fragrant wine. His winged messenger to send from high. Gluttons and flatterers. Next with the gifts (the price of Hector slain) The sad attendants load the groaning wain: Last to the yoke the well-matched mules they bring. Suppress thy impulse. Nine cubits long. and bade the attendant handmaid bring The purest water of the living spring: (Her ready hands the ewer and bason held:) Then took the golden cup his queen had fill'd. Himself received. nor reject advice. High on the seat the cabinet they bind: The new-made car with solid beauty shined. And hung with ringlets to receive the reins. a soft and servile crew. For sure he seem'd not of terrestrial line! All those relentless Mars untimely slew. Uplifts his eyes. the traces swept the ground: These to the chariot's polish'd pole they bound. and strengthen'd from above. for who so good as Jove?" He spoke. that safe from harms His grace restore thee to our roof and arms. (The gift of Mysia to the Trojan king.And last great Hector." "'Tis just (said Priam) to the sire above To raise our hands. before the steed she stands.

Wide as appears some palace-gate display'd. Then grasps the wand that causes sleep to fly. despatch from yonder sky Thy sacred bird. What time the herald and the hoary king (Their chariots stopping at the silver spring. And gaze upon him as they gazed their last. Now forward fares the father on his way." Jove heard his prayer.(294) And mounts incumbent on the wings of winds. Charged with the gifts: Idaeus holds the rein: The king himself his gentle steeds controls. majestic and divine. and back to Ilion they. his golden pinions binds. and give him up to fate. Mourn at each step. So shall thy suppliant. and thus to Priam cries: "I mark some foe's advance: O king! beware. Through the lone fields. And clad the dusky fields in sober grey. That circling Ilus' ancient marble flows) Allow'd their mules and steeds a short repose. The mules preceding draw the loaded wain. Fearless pursue the journey mark'd by Jove. celestial augury! Let the strong sovereign of the plumy race Tower on the right of yon ethereal space." The god obeys. A dawn of joy in every face appears: The mourning matron dries her timorous tears: Swift on his car the impatient monarch sprung. If such thy will. As stooping dexter with resounding wings The imperial bird descends in airy rings. So broad. celestial augury! The swift-wing'd chaser of the feather'd game. Despatch'd his bird. and o'er the boundless main. He seem'd. And teach him mercy when a father prays. That high. and from the throne on high. Then thus to Hermes: "Thou whose constant cares Still succour mortals. Great Jove beheld him as he cross'd the plain. swift Hermes steers his airy way. his flight sustain. Through the dim shade the herald first espies A man's approach. and attend their prayers. his pinions stretch'd their ample shade. through fields of air. Behold an object to thy charge consign'd: If ever pity touch'd thee for mankind. fair offspring of some princely line! Now twilight veil'd the glaring face of day. And through surrounding friends the chariot rolls. A beauteous youth. Or in soft slumbers seals the wakeful eye: Thus arm'd. And felt the woes of miserable man. The brazen portal in his passage rung. Go. With hands uplifted eye him as he pass'd. And known to gods by Percnos' lofty name. This hard adventure claims thy utmost care! . strengthen'd from above. And safe conduct him to Achilles' tent.To stern Achilles now direct my ways. guard the sire: the observing foe prevent. And stoops on Hellespont's resounding sea. On his slow wheels the following people wait. O'er the wide earth.

but help'd not: stern Achilles' ire Forbade assistance. These. One ship convey'd us from our native place. guardian of my way. convey'st thou through the lonely plains What yet most precious of thy store remains. touch'd his royal hand. gentle. Hail. an honour'd name. A sudden trembling shook his aged frame: When Hermes. Old like thyself. should these thy treasures view. and wither'd half a host: I saw. is it best to fly? Or old and helpless. to leave thy native land? Or fliest thou now?--What hopes can Troy retain. Polyctor is my sire. of Myrmidonian race. for in those lines The living image of my father shines. and be bless'd! For scarce of mortal kind Appear thy form. From me no harm shall touch thy reverend head. slain?" The king. and thy mind. but the gods survey My steps. nor erring wide. at his feet to fall. by whom the lot was cast To serve our prince. who with endless hate thy race pursue? For what defence. alarm'd: "Say what. father.For much I fear destruction hovers nigh: Our state asks counsel." "Thy words. her guard and glory. it fell on me. Are true. Of seven his sons. Thyself not young. a weak old man thy guide? Yet suffer not thy soul to sink with dread. And know so well how godlike Hector died?" Thus Priam spoke. thus accosts with kind demand: "Say whither. alas! could'st thou provide. like Jove. Two wretched suppliants. Sunk was his heart. greeting. and enjoy'd the fire. and not unknown to fame. and whence thou art Who search the sorrows of a parent's heart.) But say. For him I serve. thou wanderest through the night? Why roam thy mules and steeds the plains along. his colour went and came. and Hermes thus replied: "You tempt me. father! when each mortal sight Is seal'd in sleep. and send thee. Pale grew his face. And. . his flames he toss'd On thousand ships. so numerous and so strong? What couldst thou hope. and with pity touch: On this sad subject you inquire too much." "Nor true are all thy words. with Grecian blood embrued: I saw him when. my son! (the godlike sire rejoin'd:) Great are my hazards. the last. Through Grecian foes. and for mercy call?" The afflicted monarch shiver'd with despair. perchance. (The sacred messenger of heaven replied. and upright stood his hair. From Greece I'll guard thee too. Thy matchless son. that speak benevolence of mind. Oft have these eyes that godlike Hector view'd In glorious fight. To lodge in safety with some friendly hand: Prepared. thy feature.

or in limb or face. All fresh he lies. in exalted power. that must shun the light? What from our master's interest thus we draw. And scarce their rulers check their martial rage." To whom the latent god: "O king. Some heavenly care. And joyful thus the royal sire replied: "Blest is the man who pays the gods above The constant tribute of respect and love! Those who inhabit the Olympian bower My son forgot not. oh! where are laid My son's dear relics? what befals him dead? Have dogs dismember'd (on the naked plains). then took the chariot at a bound." "If then thou art of stern Pelides' train. far as Argos. that every virtue bears in mind. Is but a licensed theft that 'scapes the law." Thus spoke to Priam the celestial guide. Some hand divine. Or yet unmangled rest. absent from my prince's sight. I dread the consequence. Still as Aurora's ruddy beam is spread. Safe to Pelides' tent conduct my way. A pledge of gratitude for Hector's sake. and whirl'd the lash around: Before the inspiring god that urged them on. my adventure falls: For with the morn the Greeks attack your walls. Though many a wound they gave. still regard him dead. Untouch'd by worms. thy safety to maintain. where. (The mournful monarch thus rejoin'd again. forbear To tempt my youth. and partner of thy way: On thee attend. and closed is every wound. But thou. for apt is youth to err. And snatch'd the reins. untainted by the air. But whole he lies. Even to the ashes of the just is kind. O'er pathless forests. Take gifts in secret. Respecting him. Guard of thy life.) Ah tell me truly. And heaven.To watch this quarter. to whom he led A life so grateful. or the roaring main. my soul abjures the offence. Thee. Majestical in death! No stains are found O'er all the corse. And while the favouring gods our steps survey. neglected in the tent: This the twelfth evening since he rested there. And as the crime. And now they reach'd the naval walls. with every living grace. But can I. impatient to engage. preserves him ever fair: Or all the host of heaven. Sleepless they sit." He said. and found . The coursers fly with spirit not their own. O generous youth! this goblet take. Round his friend's tomb Achilles drags the dead: Yet undisfigured. pleased I could convey. his cold remains?" "O favour'd of the skies! (thus answered then The power that mediates between god and men) Nor dogs nor vultures have thy Hector rent.

Uncommon are such favours of the sky. But great Achilles singly closed the gate. and cover'd o'er With reeds collected from the marshy shore. Now fearless enter. removed the bars. And in a moment shot into the skies: The king. Large was the door. fenced with palisades. This Hermes (such the power of gods) set wide." Thus having said. His son. all wonder: thus Achilles gazed: Thus stood the attendants stupid with surprise: All mute. Adjure him by his father's silver hairs. Unseen by these. flies his native clime) Just gains some frontier. And left his aged herald on the car. alighted there. he vanish'd from his eyes. Sudden (a venerable sight!) appears. and bathed his hands in tears. Nor stand confess'd to frail mortality. And. (The work of soldiers. prostrate now before Achilles laid. And o'er the trenches led the rolling cars. the messenger of Jove. Those direful hands his kisses press'd. Embraced his knees. and prefer thy prayers. Farewell: to shun Achilles' sight I fly. Then swift alighted the celestial guide. And found Achilles in his inner tent: There sat the hero: Alcimus the brave.The guards repasting. his mother! urge him to bestow Whatever pity that stern heart can know. confirm'd from heaven. On these the virtue of his wand he tries. The king of arts. yet seem'd to question with their eyes: Each look'd on other. And thus reveal'd--"Hear. Till thus at last the kingly suppliant spoke: "Ah think. at awful distance. And now approach'd Pelides' lofty tent. breathless. prince! and understand Thou ow'st thy guidance to no mortal hand: Hermes I am. pale. whose well-compacted strength A solid pine-tree barr'd of wondrous length: Scarce three strong Greeks could lift its mighty weight. embrued Even with the best. none the silence broke. a hall of state. Unseen. thou favour'd of the powers divine!(295) Think of thy father's age. On firs the roof was raised. All gaze. With solemn pace through various rooms he went. . And pours deep slumber on their watchful eyes: Then heaved the massy gates. Those silver hairs. Around. while the bowls go round. stood the rest. that venerable face. Pursued for murder. And great Automedon.) where the hero sat. attendance gave: These served his person at the royal feast. and pity mine! In me that father's reverend image trace. the king his entry made: And. conscious of his crime. the dearest of his blood! As when a wretch (who. amazed. through all the hostile camp they went. descended from above.

thus grovelling to embrace The scourge and ruin of my realm and race. The pledge of many a loved and loving dame: Nineteen one mother bore--Dead. On his white beard and form majestic gazed. Satiate at length with unavailing woes. then serene began With words to soothe the miserable man: "Alas. He hears his son still lives to glad his eyes. Unhappy prince! thus guardless and alone Two pass through foes. his country's last defence. but in misery! Yet now. perhaps. to chase that foe away. Now each by turns indulged the gush of woe. Not unrelenting. For him thus prostrate at thy feet I lay. Touch'd with the dear remembrance of his sire. still may hope a better day May send him thee. his helpless person. O hear the wretched. hearing. One universal solemn shower began. as helpless and as old! Though not so wretched: there he yields to me. that gently bending o'er. and now his friend. and this face behold! See him in me. Yet still one comfort in his soul may rise. Suppliant my children's murderer to implore. Large gifts proportion'd to thy wrath I bear. the bravest. Think. Him too thy rage has slain! beneath thy steel. And now the mingled tides together flow: This low on earth. They bore as heroes. from some powerful foe thou seest him fly. Then with his hand (as prostrate still he lay) The old man's cheek he gently turn'd away. but they felt as man. A father one. see! In all my equal. No comfort to my griefs. no hopes remain. all are dead! How oft. alas! has wretched Priam bled! Still one was left their loss to recompense. and one a son deplore: But great Achilles different passions rend. and thus undaunted face The man whose fury has destroy'd thy race! . And kiss those hands yet reeking with their gore!" These words soft pity in the chief inspire. what weight of anguish hast thou known. And now his sire he mourns. The first of men in sovereign misery! Thus forced to kneel. His father's hope. and the gods revere! "Think of thy father. And. From the high throne divine Achilles rose. The infectious softness through the heroes ran. Unhappy in his country's cause he fell! "For him through hostile camps I bent my way. And beg protection with a feeble cry. of my sons are slain! Yet what a race! ere Greece to Ilion came.His trembling limbs. some turn of human fate Expels him helpless from his peaceful state. The best. The reverend monarch by the hand he raised.

alas! the gods' severe decree: They. A strength proportion'd to the woes you feel. from Jove my goddess-mother came. Safe may'st thou sail. Thou. Thou canst not call him from the Stygian shore. And all wide Hellespont's unmeasured main. But thou. To most he mingles both: the wretch decreed To taste the bad unmix'd. What sees the sun. The source of evil one. Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood. hast happier days beheld. Pursued by wrongs.) Nor seek by tears my steady soul to bend: To yield thy Hector I myself intend: For know. a goddess. (Old Ocean's daughter. He wanders. but hapless heroes' falls? War. and only free. Rise. silver-footed dame. From thence the cup of mortal man he fills. and one of good. alas! ordain'd To fall untimely in a foreign land. surround thy walls! What must be. is cursed indeed. and take the gifts: I ask no more. So shall thy pity and forbearance give A weak old man to see the light and live!" "Move me no more. O give me Hector! to my eyes restore His corse. in Troy. only they are blest. nor comest alone. See him. Who more than Peleus shone in wealth and power What stars concurring bless'd his natal hour! A realm. the pious care decline Of his weak age. Blessings to these. But find the cordial draught is dash'd with care.Heaven sure has arm'd thee with a heart of steel. nor shed These unavailing sorrows o'er the dead. But since the god his hand has pleased to turn. The happiest taste not happiness sincere.) Nor comest thou but by heaven. Graced by the gods with all the gifts of heaven. While kindling anger sparkled in his eyes. as thou may'st. An only son. in children once excell'd. In riches once. outcast both of earth and heaven. old man. Nor could the boldest of our youth have dared . alas! may'st live to suffer more!" To whom the king: "O favour'd of the skies! Here let me grow to earth! since Hector lies On the bare beach deprived of obsequies. and the blood of men. to live the curse of thine! Thou too. then: let reason mitigate your care: To mourn avails not: man is born to bear. to his wishes given. these boundless stores enjoy. and turn thy wrath from Troy. Such is. Some god impels with courage not thy own: No human hand the weighty gates unbarr'd. And fill thy measure from his bitter urn. to those distributes ill. One evil yet o'ertakes his latest day: No race succeeding to imperial sway. must be. by meagre famine driven. (Achilles thus replies. and he. Extended Phrygia own'd thy ample reign. And all fair Lesbos' blissful seats contain. Bear thy lot.

In one sad day beheld the Stygian shades. Cynthia's arrows stretch'd upon the plain: So was her pride chastised by wrath divine. trembling and o'eraw'd. the garments o'er the corse they spread. Those by Apollo's silver bow were slain. Those boasted twelve. The sight is granted to thy longing eyes: But now the peaceful hours of sacred night Demand reflection. To grace thy manes. twelve the queen enjoy'd. thy suppliant arts give o'er. The gifts the father gave. (Whom most he honour'd. Provoked to passion. These. neglectful of high Jove's command. O friend! forgive me. while the body on the car they laid. O father! thus consumed with woe. be ever thine. heap'd on high. But two the goddess. as many blooming maids."(296) He said. and adorn thy shrine. I show thee. rush'd abroad: Automedon and Alcimus attend. king! thou tread'st on hostile land. Cease. in that gloom which never light must know. at length relenting gave . Next. that I thus fulfil (Restoring Hector) heaven's unquestion'd will. to inhume them none. Extended on the funeral couch he lies. To whom.) from the polish'd car. And led the hoary herald to the tent.) These to unyoke the mules and horses went. and nor sacred age. The deeds of mortals touch the ghosts below. the avenging two destroy'd. And shake the purpose of my soul no more. Who match'd her own with bright Latona's line. (Great Hector's ransom. And soon as morning paints the eastern skies. lay exposed the dead. Not thus did Niobe. A parent once. the numerous presents bear. entering. the godlike chief begun: "Lo! to thy prayer restored. The common cares that nourish life forego. Apart from Priam: lest the unhappy sire. lest. Release my knees. Nine days. None by to weep them.To pass our outworks. and a carpet spread. Steep'd in their blood. like a lion. and to rest invite: Nor thou. Nor Jove's command. or elude the guard. and. whose sorrows equall'd thine: Six youthful sons. Where full before him reverend Priam sate. thy breathless son. and calls on loved Patroclus' shade: "If. took his seat of state. once more rouse to ire The stern Pelides. (For Jove had turn'd the nation all to stone.) The gods themselves. neglected. of form divine. Achilles. This done. Two splendid mantles. composed. and in the dust outspread. since he lost his friend. with assistant toil To wash the body and anoint with oil." The sire obey'd him. should check the rising rage. He groans. Achilles lifts it to the funeral bed: Then. They leave: to cover and enwrap the dead. Then call the handmaids.

The wondering hero eyes his royal guest: No less the royal guest the hero eyes. My only food." . The watery fairies dance in mazy rings. and. I share thy banquet. Thus gazing long. With purple soft and shaggy carpets spread. which his attendants slew. or our orders take. they bend their way. the dust has been my bed. Where round the bed whence Achelous springs. To ask our counsel. and forgive my fear. There high on Sipylus's shaggy brow. Perchance behold thee. O king! have other parents known. and bid the hosts obey. And there. Then he: "Now. at this hour awake. Which round the board Automedon bestow'd. With skill prepare them. (A solemn scene!) at length the father spoke: "Permit me now. Here. Approaching sudden to our open'd tent. Achilles bade prepare the bed. so long we stay Our slaughtering arm. The king of men the ransom might defer. The care of heaven thy Hector has appear'd. the tears for ever flow. if aught of thy desire Remains unask'd. snatches from the rising blaze. And each indulging shared in sweet repast. His godlike aspect and majestic size. chose the victim ewe With silver fleece. and the coverings lay. The limbs they sever from the reeking hide. my sorrows and my sighs! Till now. since the day that number'd with the dead My hapless son. She stands. Herself a rock (for such was heaven's high will) Through deserts wild now pours a weeping rill. Remember theirs. her own sad monument of woe. and consent to live. but sleep not here. Nor shall he lie unwept. what time the rites require To inter thy Hector? For. rising." With that. And place the couches. Should such report thy honour'd person here. The rock for ever lasts. Consult thy safety.The unhappy race the honours of a grave. and our grace prevent. beloved of Jove! to steep My careful temples in the dew of sleep: For. by the flaming lights. But say with speed. youthful grace and noble fire engage. and mitigate thy own. Forth. And. Lest any Argive. and uninterr'd. Soft sleep a stranger to my weeping eyes. When now the rage of hunger was repress'd. The chief himself to each his portion placed. sleep. "Such griefs. Soon may thy aged cheeks in tears be drown'd. the silence neither broke. And all the eyes of Ilion stream around. encouraged by the grace you give. With bread the glittering canisters they load. father. hasty. and in parts divide: Each on the coals the separate morsels lays. the mild benevolence of age." He said.

father! (thus the vision said:) Now dost thou sleep. and your common woe." . and forests for the fire. from Ilion's spire. bright in blooming charms. Sad dreams of care yet wandering in their breast. as the pensive pomp advanced more near. directs them with his hand. to raise his monument be given. when Hector is restored? Nor fear the Grecian foes. May offer all thy treasures yet contain. and offer all in vain. But in the porch the king and herald rest. The twelfth we war. immortal progeny of Jove.) The winged deity forsook their view. closed within her town. with vast delight. to Ilion go The sage and king. Cassandra first beholds. to prevent The old man's fears. and gave the day: Charged with the mournful load. And raised his friend: the god before him goes: He joins the mules. (Xanthus. (Her breathless brother stretched upon the bier. Ye wretched daughters. or Grecian lord? Thy presence here should stern Atrides see. And moves in silence through the hostile land.) A shower of tears o'erflows her beauteous eyes. Industrious Hermes only was awake. Alarming thus all Ilion with her cries: "Turn here your steps."If then thy will permit (the monarch said) To finish all due honours to the dead." Then gave his hand at parting. To spare thy age. Now meet him dead. Where fair Briseis. The power descending hover'd o'er his head: "And sleep'st thou. Nine days to vent our sorrows I request. The sad procession of her hoary sire. if war be doom'd by heaven!" "This thy request (replied the chief) enjoy: Till then our arms suspend the fall of Troy. When now to Xanthus' yellow stream they drove. And in a moment to Olympus flew. The king's return revolving in his mind. Your common triumph. and turn'd within the tent. Sprang through the gates of light. Expects her hero with desiring arms. and let your sorrows flow. Now gods and men the gifts of sleep partake. majestically slow. and the watch to blind. To pass the ramparts. To hail your hero glorious from the fight." Waked with the word the trembling sire arose. Now shed Aurora round her saffron ray. Then. And at what distance from our walls aspire The hills of Ide. This of thy grace accord: to thee are known The fears of Ilion. The tenth shall see the funeral and the feast. and ye sons of Troy! If e'er ye rush'd in crowds. The next. Thy still surviving sons may sue for thee. and here your eyes employ.

Then pour your boundless sorrows o'er the dead. And hurl thee headlong from the towers of Troy. Even to the palace the sad pomp they wait: They weep. Sad product now of hapless love. alternate flow The obedient tears. but his consort more. My soul might keep.In thronging crowds they issue to the plains. my son. Or son. "And oh. and oft repeated there!" . In Hector's blood his vengeance shall enjoy. by great Hector slain. His parents many. or utter with a tear. and grovel round the slain. A melancholy choir attend around. The sad companion of thy mother's woe. Kiss his pale cheek. First to the corse the weeping consort flew. Why gav'st thou not to me thy dying hand? And why received not I thy last command? Some word thou would'st have spoke. But godlike Priam from the chariot rose: "Forbear (he cried) this violence of woes. Nor man nor woman in the walls remains. Who now protects her wives with guardian care? Who saves her infants from the rage of war? Now hostile fleets must waft those infants o'er (Those wives must wait them) to a foreign shore: Thou too. and music's solemn sound: Alternately they sing. Driven hence a slave before the victor's sword Condemn'd to toil for some inhuman lord: Or else some Greek whose father press'd the plain." The waves of people at his word divide. First to the palace let the car proceed. which. and rend their scatter'd hair: Thus wildly wailing. my lord! (she cries) Snatch'd in thy bloom from these desiring eyes! Thou to the dismal realms for ever gone! And I abandon'd. and all this scene of woe! Thence many evils his sad parents bore. or brother. And there had sigh'd and sorrow'd out the day.(297) For thy stern father never spared a foe: Thence all these tears. desolate. never could be lost in air. At Scaea's gates they meet the mourning wain. Hang on the wheels. Or with increasing graces glad my eyes: For Ilion now (her great defender slain) Shall sink a smoking ruin on the plain. In every face the self-same grief is shown. melodious in their woe. to barbarous climes shall go. Fix'd in my heart. With plaintive sighs. While deeper sorrows groan from each full heart. my Hector! Oh. The wife and mother. And nature speaks at every pause of art. sadly dear. at the gates they lay. and place him on the bed of state. And Troy sends forth one universal groan. frantic with despair. Slow rolls the chariot through the following tide. Around his neck her milk-white arms she threw. alone! An only son. Which never. once comfort of our pains. remains! Never to manly age that son shall rise.

Her weeping handmaids echo groan for groan. The fate I caused. the dearest to my heart! Of all my race thou most by heaven approved. for ever I bemoan. but went a glorious ghost. "Ah. Fast from the shining sluices of her eyes Fall the round crystal drops. If some proud brother eyed me with disdain. the best. Sentenced. impotent and vain! Yet glow'st thou fresh with every living grace.] FUNERAL OF HECTOR. from thee to find A deed ungentle. Sad Helen next in pomp of grief appears. . Or scornful sister with her sweeping train.Thus to her weeping maids she makes her moan. by his inhuman doom. and a hero. (The tomb of him thy warlike arm had slain. with sorrow-streaming eye. as abhorr'd at home!" So spoke the fair. The mournful mother next sustains her part: "O thou. For thee I mourn. On all around the infectious sorrow grows. this easy heart of mine!) Yet was it ne'er my fate. dearest friend! in whom the gods had join'd(298) Tne mildest manners with the bravest mind. Twelve days. and sold to foreign lands."(299) [Illustration: FUNERAL OF HECTOR. Sad Helen has no friend. But Priam check'd the torrent as it rose: "Perform. Distressful beauty melts each stander-by. 'tis true. Now twice ten years (unhappy years) are o'er Since Paris brought me to the Trojan shore. or violence of face: Rosy and fair! as Phoebus' silver bow Dismiss'd thee gently to the shades below. now thou art gone! Through Troy's wide streets abandon'd shall I roam! In Troy deserted. The wretched source of all this misery. Thy pity check'd my sorrows in their flow. ye Trojans! what the rites require. to the Stygian coast. Thy gentle accents soften'd all my pain. and mourn myself in thee.) Ungenerous insult. No mark of pain. When others cursed the authoress of their woe. and melted into tears. Thy noble corse was dragg'd around the tomb." Thus spoke the dame. This felt no chains. nor foes nor secret ambush dread. Free. And by the immortals even in death beloved! While all my other sons in barbarous bands Achilles bound. or a word unkind. ere that form divine Seduced this soft. (O had I perish'd. And fell the forests for a funeral pyre. Achilles grants these honours to the dead. while thus she cries.

And peaceful slept the mighty Hector's shade. Ajax. by the hand of Paris. and fell'd from Ida's crown. But when the tenth fair morn began to shine. and the nature of epic poetry would not permit our author to proceed to the event of the war. Helen. and seen the anger of Achilles. A solemn. daughter of the dawn. The unfortunate Priam was killed by Pyrrhus. Pour through the gates. Such honours Ilion to her hero paid. at his word. And high in air a sylvan structure raise. he slew himself through indignation. Of softest texture. Achilles fell before Troy. the son of Achilles. The golden vase in purple palls they roll'd. Soon as Aurora. melancholy train: Assembled there. Forth to the pile was borne the man divine. xxii.(300) CONCLUDING NOTE. lib. after the death of Paris. as Hector had prophesied at his death. And placed aloft. And raised the tomb. in order to reconcile herself to Menelaus her first husband. and. These toils continue nine succeeding days. but being defeated in his aim. and the terrible effects of it. Again the mournful crowds surround the pyre.) All Troy then moves to Priam's court again. with streaming eyes. by the shot of an arrow in his heel. With rosy lustre streak'd the dewy lawn. silent. and inwrought with gold. .He spoke. married Deiphobus his brother. who received her again into favour. Beheld the flames and rolling smokes arise. at an end. the Trojan train Their mules and oxen harness to the wain. I need not mention that Troy was taken soon after the death of Hector by the stratagem of the wooden horse. from pious toil they rest. it perhaps may be acceptable to the common reader to give a short account of what happened to Troy and the chief actors in this poem after the conclusion of it. till all the rites were done. Roll back the gather'd forests to the town. memorial of the dead. the particulars of which are described by Virgil in the second book of the à neid. while all. We have now passed through the Iliad. And quench with wine the yet remaining fire. And sadly shared the last sepulchral feast. had a contest with Ulysses for the armour of Vulcan. and at the taking of Troy betrayed him. Watch'd from the rising to the setting sun. The snowy bones his friends and brothers place (With tears collected) in a golden vase. after the death of Achilles. (Strong guards and spies. as that only was the subject of the poem. Last o'er the urn the sacred earth they spread.

i. of my age and country. Ulysses also. was expelled his own country. after the fall of Troy. after innumerable troubles by sea and land. and shared his kingdom._ lib. who in his absence had dishonoured his bed with à gysthus. and to have the honour and satisfaction of placing together. and to posterity). at last returned in safety to Ithaca. and knows by his own experience. with any defences or apologies about it. in Pylos. or others.Agamemnon at his return was barbarously murdered by à gysthus. having brought this long work to a conclusion. To him. his native country. CONGREVE. to truth. Diomed. which is the subject of Homer's Odyssey. as well as finest writers. For what remains. one who has tried. let me leave behind me a memorial of my friendship with one of the most valuable of men. Nestor lived in peace with his children. I desire to dedicate it. in this manner. but that consciousness of a natural bond among the families of men which gives a fellow-feeling to whole clans and nations. how hard an undertaking it is to do justice to Homer. 1720 A. Section 17. but at last was received by Daunus in Apulia. "is the natural root of loyalty as distinguished from such mere selfish desire of personal security as is apt to take its place in civilized times. POPE Ton theon de eupoiia--to mae epi pleon me procophai en poiaetikn kai allois epitaeoeimasi en ois isos a kateschethaen. it is uncertain how he died. and one whom (I am sure) sincerely rejoices with me at the period of my labours. therefore. ei aesthomaen emautan euodos proionta. and from embarrassing myself." says Archdeacon Wilberforce. AUREL ANTON _de Seipso. and of March 25. at the instigation of Clytemnestra his wife. and thus enlists their affections in behalf of those time-honoured representatives of their ancient blood. the names of Mr. I beg to be excused from the ceremonies of taking leave at the end of my work. of the merits or difficulties of it (which must be left to the world. END OF THE ILLIAD FOOTNOTES 1 "What. M. in whose success they feel a personal interest? Hence the delight when we recognize an act of nobility or justice in our hereditary princes . and scarce escaped with his life from his adulterous wife à giale. But instead of endeavouring to raise a vain monument to myself.

The thoughts of Homer or of Shakespere are the universal inheritance of the human race. and with which he accompanied the song when begun. I omit quoting any of the dull epigrams ascribed to Homer for. The present abridgement however. p. Cf." Sextus Empir. Hom. Ou hamelei ge toi kai oi poiaetai melopoioi legontai. See Cicero de Legg II I._ both of composing and reciting verses for as Blair observes. p._ N. Metrop. Fabric._ p. Classic Poets.'--_Doctrine of the Incarnation. tu parce genus qui ducis Olympo. that it regains an engrafted influence even when history witnesses that vast convulsions have rent and weakened it and the Celtic feeling towards the Stuarts has been rekindled in our own days towards the grand daughter of George the Third of Hanover. T. for the biographical value of the treatise is most insignificant. de Pinedo. The bard was provided with a harp on which he played a prelude. will contain all that is of use to the reader. Justice Talfourd rightly observes. where he speaks of the plane tree under which Socrates used to walk and of the tree at Delos. to elevate and inspire his mind. since _my_ arrival? asks Mackenzie. 4 "Should it not be. Mus. Coleridge. "Somewhat similar may be seen in the disposition to idolize those great lawgivers of man's race. to the deeper inspirations of our nature. observing that "poplars can hardly live so long". and not the melody were regarded by the listeners. in the immortal language of song. ed. In this mutual ground every man meets his brother." Lit of Greece. "The authenticity of these fragments depends upon that of the pseudo Herodotean Life of Homer. in these representatives of our race. I may observe that this Life has been paraphrased in English by my learned young friend Kenneth R. v. hence it was necessary for him to remain intelligible to all.. but whoever has had an opportunity of listening to the improvisation of Italy. they have been bet forth by the providence of God to vindicate for all of us what nature could effect. Vit."--_Ancient Greece. iv.e. H. In countries where nothing similar is found. . p. 360 ed. 299. His voice probably preserved a medium between singing and recitation. can easily form an idea of Demodocus and Phemius. kai ta Omaerou epae to palai pros lyran aedeto. 94. and appended to my prose translation of the Odyssey. in Schweigh Herodot t. pp. "The voice. adv. from which they are taken. p. sq. "was always accompanied by some instrument. as Mr. it is difficult to represent such scenes to the mind. _s. "The first poets sang their own verses. 3 --_I. 2 Eikos de min aen kai mnaemoruna panton grapherthai. 38 in Encycl. 9. we might recognize our common benefactors. the ancients had a superstitious belief in the great age of trees which grew near places consecrated by the presence of gods and great men." observes Heeren. the words. Mackenzie. who have given expression. 490. Section 6. sub init. This passage is referred to by Stephanus of Byzantium. But setting aside the fact that we must not expect consistency in a mere romance."'Tuque prior. Projice tela manu _sanguis meus_' "So strong is this feeling. 10. and that. 317. where Latona gave birth to Apollo._ pp.

Hom. Tim. i. A 11 It was at Bolissus. of Gale's Opusc. i. _Xyland. sqq. The classical reader may compare Plutarch. referred to in the Voyage Pittoresque dans la Grece. that Homer is said to have written the Batrachomyomachia. 374.5 It is quoted as the work of Cleobulus. and in eliciting from them the germs of something like a personal narrative. Bulwer's Caxtons v. Casaub. p. Vit. 315. Alleg. of Lit._ p. Homer is said to have composed the Little Iliad. or Battle of the Frogs and Mice. Apul. So Plato calls the parties conversing daitumones. Travels. and the Phocoeid. 15. 62. xxx._ pp. Vit. 96.. Epische Cyclus. 4. sq._ Heraclid. _l. p. p. 168. Lit. Petav So diaegaemasi sophois omou kai terpnois aedio taen Thoinaen tois hestiomenois epoiei. logois gar estia. that it is almost a pity to find that it is obviously a copy from the Odyssey. and xvi. ed. i. thnetoisin anoiston poleon per. vol. and Mure. or estiatores. xiv. vol. 9 This is so pretty a picture of early manners and hospitality. Choricius in Fabric. p. 6 I trust I am justified in employing this as an equivalent for the Greek leschai. Halic. p. A common metaphor. and in the house of this Chian citizen. Compare Mackenzie's note. See Muller's Hist. viii. . Orat." 13 A more probable reason for this companionship. Mythol. 16 Heeren's Ancient Greece. P. s. p. Minerva. Hom. de Hom. de Deo Socrat. is given by the allegorists. 8 Thestorides. Bibl. 880. p. 272. _l. In fact. During his stay at Phocoea. Section 28. omilon pollon te kai achreoin exousin. vi. t. p.. Opp.-. c. Gr. p. viz. 12 Chandler. Hom. 522 A. 61. 17 Compare Sir E. Welcker. 15 The riddle is given in Section 35. enteuthen de kai tounoma Homeros epekrataese to Melaesigenei apo taes symphoraes oi gar Kumaioi tous tuphlous Homerous legousin. Ibid. c. 92. 311. 531-5. Section 3. Poes. Cleob. T. by Diogenes Laert. The etymology has been condemned by recent scholars. 284. p. p. Homerous doxei trephein autois. and Mackenzie's note. 10 Dia logon estionto. Pont. 127. Je ne crois cependant pas avoir trop a me plaindre d'elle en cette occasion. and some other minor works. 132. c. 7 Os ei tous. Athenaeus vii p 275.: the assumption of Mentor's form by the guardian deity of the wise Ulysses. p. Cf. whoever was the author of this fictitious biography."Je ne puis repondre d'une exactitude scrupuleuse dans la vue generale que j'en donne. ed. ii. ouden aphrastoteron peletai noou anthropoisin. Gr. 358. ii. i. P. vi. where a view of the spot is given of which the author candidly says. the Epicichlidia. vol. Themist. See Welcker. he showed some tact in identifying Homer with certain events described in his poems. See the fourteenth book. 14 Vit. 851. Dionys. et je fus oblige de m'en fier a ma memoire. p. and for the character of Mentor itself. f. p. car etant alle seul pour l'examiner je perdis mon crayon. L.

in Scotland. sqq. indeed not easy to calculate the height to which the memory may be cultivated. Classic Poets. which seemed to cling to the words much more than to the sense. vol. which deserve to be consulted. after a few minutes consideration any verse required from any part of the Bible--even the obscurest and most unimportant enumeration of mere proper names not excepted. alternately the odd and even lines--in short. p.. 387. and perhaps as satisfactory. on the whole. vol. uneducated man Blind Jamie who could actually repeat. lxxxvii. 99. Letter lxxxiv.--'A blind old man and poor Sweetest he sings--and dwells on Chios' rocky shore. Lips. parts which when laid together. the memory.. he informed us that the day before he had passed much time in examining a man. and who held a distinguished rank among the men of letters in the last century. 25 It is. and delights you most Oh! answer all. iii.18 Pericles and Aspasia. ii. ix. farewell! and oh! remember me Hereafter. 20 Viz. Our informant went on to state that this singular being was proceeding to learn the Orlando Furioso in the same manner. 286. had it at such perfect command. A hapless wanderer. II t. Mackenzie has given three brief but elaborate papers on the different writers on the subject. To take an ordinary case. Who sings the sweetest. for the translation of which I am indebted to Coleridge. Visiting at Naples a gentleman of the highest intellectual attainments. Gr. 191. No.. 171. 21 Longin.' night after night. of all the bards you boast. v. Section 26. And ask you. p. may your isle explore. We do not . not highly educated.. pp. but also to repeat those stanzas in utter defiance of the sense. as any of the hypotheses hitherto put forth. 23 Letters to Phileleuth. ii. "Origias. 147. we might refer to that of any first rate actor. maid. de Sublim. vol ii. His own views are moderate. Mr. p. not only to recite it consecutively. when some stranger from the sea. 24 Hist. quoted in Fabric. Works. But all this is nothing to two instances of our own day. p.'" _See_ Thucyd. who must be prepared. and 221. See Notes and Queries. that it could produce it under any form. to 'rhapsodize. 19 Quarterly Review. 104. But even this i