45i
	DRYDEN'S	TRANSLATIONS.
	In	sign	of	truce	:	then	thus	he	cries	aloud,
	"	What	sudden	rage,	what	new	desire	of	blood
	Inflames	your	alter'd	minds	?	O	Trojans,	cease
	From	impious	arms,	nor	violate	the	peace.
	By	human	sanctions,	and	by	laws	divine,
	The	terms	are	all	agreed,	the	war	is	mine.
	Dismiss	your	fears,	and	let	the	light	ensue	;
	This	hand	alone	shall	right	the	gods	and	you	:
	Our	injur'd	altars,	and	their	broken	vow,
	To	this	avenging	sword	the	faithless	Turrius	owe."
	Thus	while	he	spoke,	unmindful	of	defence,
	A	winged	arrow	struck	the	pious	prince,
	JRut	whether	from	some	human	hand	it	came,
	Or	hostile	god,	is	left	unknown	by	fame	;
	No	human	band,	or	hostile	god	was	found,
	To	boast	the	triumph	of	so	base	a	wound.
	\Vh<.-n	Turnus	saw	the	Trojan	quit	the	plain,
	His	chiefs	dismay'd,	his	troops	a	tainting	train	:
	Th'	unhop'd	event	his	heigbten'd	soul	inspires,
	At	once	his	arms	and	coursers	he	requires.
	Then,	with	a	leap,	his	lofty	chariot	gains,
	And	with	a	ready	hand	assumes	the	reins.
	He	drives	impetuous,	and	where'er	he	goes.
	He	leaves	behind	a	lane	of	slaughter'd	fots.
	These	his	lance	reaches,	over	those	he	rolls
	His	rapid	car,	and	crushes	out	their	souls	:
	In	vain	the	vanquished	fly	;	the	victor	sends
	The	dead	mens'	weapons	at	their	living	friends.
	Thus	on	the	banks	of	Hcbrus*	freezing	Hood
	The	god	of	battles,	in	his	angry	mood,
	Clashing	his	sword	against	his	brazen	shield,
	.Let	loose	the	reins,	and	scours	along	the	field	:
	Ik-fore	the	wind	his	fiery	coursers	fly,
	Groans	the	sad	earth,	resounds	the	rattling	sky.
	Wrath,	tcrrour,	treason,	tumult,	and	despair,
	Dire	faces,	and	deform'd,	surround	the	car	:
	Frifv.ds	of	the	god,	and	followers	of	the	war.
	With	fury	not	unlike,	nor	less	disdain,
	Exulting	Turnus	flies	along	the	plain	:
	His	Fjnoking	horses,	at	their	utmost	speed,
	He	lashes	on	;	and	urges	o'er	the	dead.	f	bound,
	Their	fetlocks	run	with	blood	;	and	when	they,
	The	gore,	and	gathering	dust,	aredash'd	around.
	Thamyris	and	Pholus,	masters	of	the	war,
	He	kill'd	at	hand,	but	Sthelenus	afar	:
	From	far	the	sons	of	Imbracus	he	slew,
	Glaucus,	and	Lades,	of	the	Lycian	crew	:
	Both	taught	to	fight	on	foot,	in	battle	join'd	;
	Or	mount	the	courser	that	out-strips	the	wind.
	Meantime	Eumedes,	vaunting	in	the	field,
	New	fir'd	the	Trojans,	and	their	foes	repell'd.
	This	son	of	Dolon	bore	hi*	grandsire's	name	j
	But	emulated	more	his	father's	fame.
	His	guileful	father,	sent	a	nightly	spy,
	The	Grecian	camp	and	order	to	descry	:
	Hard	enterprise,	and	well	he	might	require
	Achilles'	car,	and	horses	for	his	hire	;
	.Rut,	met	upon	the	scout,	th'	Etolian	prince
	In	death	bet>tow'd	a	juster	recompense.
	Fierce	Turnus	view'd	the	Trojan	from	afar	;
	And	lanc-h'd	his	javelin	from	his	lofty	car	:
	Then	lightly	leaping	dpwn,	pursued	the	blow,
	And,	pressing	with	his	foot	his	prostrate	foe,
	Wreru;h'd	from	his	feeble	hold	the	shining	sword	;
	And	plung'd	it	in	the	bosom	of	its	lord.
	"	Possess,	said	he,	the	fruit	of	all	thy	pains,
	And	measure,	at	thy	length,	our	I.atiau	plains.
	'Tints	are	my	foes	rew.mltd	by	my	hand,
	Tbus	may	they	build	their	to\vD;	and	thus	enjo\
	thV	land.
	Then	Daris,	Butis,	Sybaris,	he	slew,
	Whom	o'er	his	neck	the	floundering	courser	threw.
	As	when	loud	Boreas,	with	his	blustering	train,
	toops	from	above,	incumbent	on	the	main	;
	Where'er	he	flies,	he	drives	the	rack	before,
	And	rolls	the	billows	on	the	^gean	shore	:
	So	where	resistless	Turnus	takes	his	course,
	The	scatter'd	squadrons	bend	before	his	force	:
	His	crest	of	horses'	hair	is	blown	behind,
	By	adverse	air,	and	rustles	in	the	wind,
	This	haughty	Phegeus	saw	with	high	disdain,
	And	as	the	chariot	roll'd	along	the	plain,
	Light	from	the	ground	he.	leapt,	and	seiz'd	the	rein.
	Thus	hung	in	air,	he	still	retain'd	his	hold;
	The	coursers	frighted,	and	their	course	control'd.
	The	lance	of	Turnus	reach'd	him	as	he	hung,
	And	pierc'd	his	plated	arms	;	but	pass'd	along,
	And	only	raz'd	the	skin	:	he	turn'd,	and	held
	Against	his	threatening	foe	his	ample	shield	;
	Then	call'd	for	aid	:	but,	while	he	cry'd	in	vain,
	The	chariot	bore	him	backward	on	the	plain..
	He	lies	revers'd	;	the	victor-king	descends,
	And	strikes	so	iustly	where	his	helmet	ends,
	He	lops	the	head.	The	l-atian	fields	are	drunk,
	With	streams	that	issue	from	the	bleeding	trunk.
	While	he	triumphs,	and	while	the	Trojans
	yield,
	The	wounded	prince	is	forc'd	to	leave	the	field	:
	Strong	Mnestheus	and	Achates	often	try'd,
	And	young	Ascanius	weeping	by	his	side,
	Conduct	him	to	his	tent	:	scarce	can	he	rear
	His	limbs	from	earth,	supported	on	his	spear.
	Resolv'd	in	mind,	regarvlless	of	the	smart,
	He	tugs	with	both	his	hands,	and	breaks	the	dart.
	The	steel	remains.	No	readier	way	he	found
	To	draw	the	weapon,	than	t'	inlargethe	wound.
	Eager	of	fight,	impatient	of	delay,
	He	begs	;	and	his	unwilling	friends	obey.
	lapis	was	at	hand	to	prove	his	art,
	Whose	blooming	youth	so	fir'd	Apollo's	heart,
	That	for	his	love	he	proffer'd	to	bestow
	His	tuneful	h.irp,	and	his	unerring	bow	:
	The	pious	youth,	more	studious	how	to	save
	His	aged	sire,	now	sinking	to	the	grave,
	Preferr'd	the	power	of	plants,	and	silent	praise
	Of	healing	arts,	before	Phcebeian	bays.
	Propp'd	on	his	lanco	the	pensive	hero	stood,
	And	heard,	and	saw	unmov'd,	the	mourning	crowd.
	The	fam'd	physician	tucks	his	robes	around
	With	ready	hands,	and	hastens	to	the	wound.
	With	gentle	touches	he	performs	his	part,
	This	way	and	that,	soliciting	the	dart,
	And	exercises	all	his	heavenly	art.
	All	softening	simples,	known	of	sovereign	use,
	He	presses	out,	and	pours	their	noble	juice	j
	These	first	infus'd,	to	lenify	the	pain,
	He	tugs	with	pincers,	but	he	tugs	in	vain.
	Then	to	the	patron	of	his	art	he	pray'd	;
	The	patron	of	his	art	refus'd	his	aid.
	Meantime	the	war	approaches	to	the	tents	:
	Th'	alarm	grows	hotter,	and	the	noise	augments	:
	The	driving	dust	proclaims	the	danger	near,
	And	first	their	friends,	and	then	their	foes	appear	;
	Their	friends	retreat,	their	foes	pursue	the	rear.
	The	camp	is	fill'd	with	terrour	and	affright	;
	The	hissing	shafts	within	the	trench	alight	;
	An	undistinguished	noise	ascends	the	sky	;	[die.
	T	lie	shouts	of	thoi-e	who	kill,	and	groans	of	those	who
	But	now	the	goddess-mother	mov'd	with	grief,
	And	pierc'd	with	pity,	hastens	her	relief.


5S6
	PITT'S	TRANSLATION
	By	plum'd	Achilles,	with	his	dreadful	spear,
	Whirl'd	on	his	kindling	chariot	through	the	war.
	Not	far	from	thence,	proud	Rhaesus'	tents	he	knows
	By	their	white	veils,	that	match'd	the	winter	snows,
	Betray'd	and	stretch'd	amidst	his	slaughter'd	train,
	And,	while	he	slept,	by	fierce	Tydides	slain	;
	Who	drove	his	coursers	from	the	scene	of	blood,
	Ere	the	fierce	steeds	had	tasted	Trojan	food,
	Or	drank	divine	Scamander's	fatal	flood.
	There	Troilus	flies	disarm'd	(unhappy	boy	!)
	From	stern	Achilles,	round	the	fields	of	Troy	:
	Unequal	he	!	to	such	an	arm	in	war	!
	Supine,	and	trailing	from	his	empty	car,
	Still,	though	in	death,	he	grasps	the	Sowing	reins,
	His	startled	coursers	whirl	him	o'er	the	plains	:
	The	spear	inverted	streaks	the	dust	around	;
	His	snowy	neck	and	tresses	sweep	the	ground.
	Meantime	a	pensive	supplicating	train
	Of	Trojan	matrons,	to	Minerva's	fane
	In	sad	procession	with	a	robe	repair,
	Beat	their	white	breasts,	and	rend	their	golden	hair.
	Unmov'd	with	pray'rs,	disdainfully	shefrown'd,
	And	fix'd	her	eyes,	relentless,	on	the	ground.
	Achilles	here,	his	vengeance	to	enjoy,
	Thrice	dragg'd	brave	Hector	round	the	walls	of
	Then	to	the	mournful	sire,	the	victor	sold	[Troy	:
	The	breathless	body	of	his	son	for	gold.
	His	groans	now	deepen'd,	and	new	tears	he	shed,
	To	see	the	spoils	and	chariot	of	the	dead,
	And	Priam	both	his	trembling	hands	extend,
	And,	jash'd	with	wounds,	his	dear	disfigur'd	friend.
	Mfx'd	with	the	Grecian	peers^	and	hostile	train,
	Himself	he	view'd,	conspicuous	in	the	plain;
	And	swarthy	Memnon,	glorious	to	behold,
	His	eastern	hosts,	and	arms	that	flame	with	gold.
	All	furious	led	Penthesilea	there,
	With	moony	shields,	her	Amazons	to	war;
	Around	her	breast	her	golden	belt	she	threw	;
	Then	through	the	thick-embattled	squadrons	flew	:
	Amidst	the	thousands	stood	the	dire	alarms,
	And	the	fierce	maid	engag'd	the	men	in	arms.
	Thus,	while	the	Trojan	hero	stood	amaz'd,
	And,	fix'd	in	wonder,	on	the	picture	gaz'd,
	With	all	her	guards,	fair	Dido,	from	below,
	Ascends	the	dome,	majestically	slow.
	As	on	Eurota's	banks,	or	Cynthus'	heads,
	A	thousand	beauteous	nymphs	Diana	leads,
	While	round	their	quiver'd	queen	the	quires	ad
	vance,
	She	tow'rs	majestic,	as	she	leads	the	dance	j
	She	moves	in	pomp	superior	to	the	rest,
	And	secret	transports	touch	Latona's	breast.
	So	pass'd	the	graceful	queen	amidst	her	train,
	To	speed	her	labours	and	her	future	reign.
	Then	with	her	guards	surrounded,	in	the	gate,
	Beneath	the	spacious	dome,	sublime	she	sat.
	She	shares	their	labours,	or	by	lots	she	draws	:
	And	to	the	crowd	administers	the	laws.
	When	lo	!	JEneas	brave	Cloanthus	spies,
	Antheus,	and	great	Sergestus,	with	surprise,
	Approach	the	throne,	attended	by	a	throng
	Of	Trojan	friends,	that	pour'd	in	tides	along	;
	Whom	the	wild	whistling	winds	and	tempests	bore,
	And	wildly	scatter'd	on	a	distant	shore.
	Lost	in	his	hopes	and	fears,	amaz'd	he	stands,
	And	with	Achates	longs	to	join	their	hands	:
	But	doubtful	of	th'	event,	he	first	attends,
	Wrapt	in	the	cloud,	the	fortune	of	his	friends	;
	Anxious,	and	eager	till	he	knew	their	state,
	And	where	their	vessels	lay,	aud	what	their	fate.
	With	cries,	the	royal	fcvoar	to	miplor**
	They	came,	a	train	selected,	from	the	shore	!
	Then,	leave	obtain'd,	Ilioneus	begun,
	And,	with	their	common	suit,	addrest	the	throne?,
	"	Oh	!	queen,	indulg'd	by	Jove,	these	lofty
	tow'rs,
	And	this	proud	town,	to	raise	on	Libyan	shores,
	With	high	commands,	a	savage	race	to	awe,
	And	to	the	barb'rous	natives	giv	the	law,
	We	wretched	Trojans,	an	abandon'd	race,
	Tost	round	the	seas,	implore	your	royal	grace	;
	Oh	!	check	your	subjects,	and	their	rage	reclaim,
	Ere	their	wild	fury	wrap	our	fleet	in	flame.
	Oh	!	save	a	pious	race	;	regard	our	cry	;
	And	view	our	anguish	with	a	melting	eye.
	We	come	not,	mighty	queen,	an	hostile	band,
	With	sword	and	fire,	and,	ravaging	the	land,
	To	bear	your	spoils	triumphant	to	the	shore	;
	No	to	such	thoughts	thevanquish'd	durst	not	soar.
	Once	by	(Enotrians	till'd,	there	lies	a	place,
	'Twas	call'd	Hesperia	by	the	Grecian	race,
	(For	martial	deeds	and	fruits,	renown'd	by	fame)
	But	since	Italia,	from	the	leader's	name	;
	To	that	blest	shore	we	steer'd	our	destin'd	way,
	When	sudden,	dire	Orion	rous'd	the	sea	;
	All	charg'd	with	tempests	rose	the	baleful	star,
	And	on	our	navy	pour'd	his	wat'ry	war	;
	With	sweeping	whirlwinds	cast	our	vessels	wide,
	Dash'd	on	rough	rocks,	or	driving	with	the	tide.
	The	few	sad	relics	of	our	navy	bore
	Their	course	to	this	unhospitable	shore.
	What	are	the	customs	of	this	barbarous	place	?
	What	more	than	savage	this	inhuman	race	?
	In	arms	they	rise,	and	drive	us	from	the	strand.
	From	the	last	verge,	and	limits	of	the	land.
	Know,	if	divine	and	human	laws	you	slight,
	The	gods,	the	gods	will	all	our	wrongs	requite	;
	Vengeance	is	their's	;	and	their's	to	guard	his	right.
	.Sneas	was	our	king	1	,	of	high	renown	;
	Great,	good,	and	brave	;	and	war	was	all	his	own.
	If	still	he	lives,	and	breathes	this	vital	air,
	Nor	we,	his	friends	and	subjects,	shall	despair;
	Nor	you,	great	queen,	repent,	that	you	employ
	Your	kind	compassion	in	the	cause	of	Troy.
	Besides,	on	high	the	Trojan	ensigns	soar,
	And	Trojan	cities	grace	Sicilia's	shore;
	Where	great	Acestes,	of	the	Dardan	strain,
	Deriv'd	from	ancient	Teucer,	holds	his	reign.
	Permit	us,	from	your	woods,	new	planks	and	oars
	To	fell,	and	bring	our	vessels	on	your	shores	;
	That,	if	our	prince	and	friends	return	agai,
	With	joy,	from	Latium,	we	may	plough	the	main.
	But	if	those	hopes	are	vanish'd	quite	away,
	If	lost,	and	swallow'd	in	the	Libyan	sea,
	You	lie,	great	guardian	of	the	Trojan	state,
	And	young	lulus	shares	his	father's	fate	;
	Oh	!	let	us	sink	Sicilia's	shores	again,
	And	fly	from	hence	to	good	Acestes'	reign."
	He	spoke	:	a	loud	assent	ran	murmuring	through
	the	train.
	Thus	then,	in	short,	the	gracious	queen	replies,
	While	on	the	ground	she	fix'd	her	modest	eyes	:
	"	Trojans,	be	bold	;	against	my	will,	my	fate,
	A	throne	unsettled,	and	an	infant	state,
	Bid	me	defend	my	realms	with	all	my	pow'rs,
	And	guard	with	these	severities	my	shores.
	Lives	there	a	stranger	to	the	Trojan	name,
	Their	valour,	arms,	and	chiefs	of	mighty	fame	?
	We	know	the	war	that	set	the	world	on	fire	j
	Nor	are	so	void	of	sense	the	sons	of	Tyre	:


OF	VIRGIL'S	^NEID.	BOOK	II.
	like	him,	bold	Ripheus,	Dymas,	and	the	rest,
	Their	manly	limbs	in	hostile	armour	drest.
	Vita	gods	averse,	we	follow	to	the	fight,
	And,	undistinguisb'd	in	the	shades	of	night,
	Mix	with	the	foes,	employ	the	murdering	ste"!,
	And	plunge	whole	squadrons	to	the	depths	of	Hell.
	Some,	wild	with	fear,	precipitate	retreat,
	Fly	to	the	shore,	and	shelter	in	the	fleet	;
	Some	climb	the	monstrous	horse,	a	frighted	train,
	And	there	lie	trembling	in	the	sides	again.
	But,	Heav'n	against	us,	all	attempts	must	fail,
	AH	hopes	are	vain,	nor	courage	can	prevail	j
	For	lo	!	Cassandra,	lo	!	the	royal	fair
	From	Pallas'	shrine	with	loose	dishevell'd	hair
	Dragg'd	by	the	shouting	victors	;	to	the	skies
	She	rais'd,	but	rais'd	in	vain,	her	glowing	eyes	;
	Her	eyes	she	could	no	more	the	Grecian	bands
	Had	rudely	manacled	her	tender	hands	;
	Chorosbus	could	not	bear	that	scene	of	woes,
	But,	fir'd	with	fury,	flew	amidst	the	foes	j
	As	swift	we	follow	to	redeem	the	fair,
	Rush	to	his	aid,	and	thicken	to	the	war.
	Here	from	the	temple	on	our	troop	descends
	A	storin	of	javelins	from	our	Trojan	friends,
	Who	from	our	arms	and	helmets	deem'd	us	foes	;
	And	hence	a	dreadful	scene	of	slaughter	rose.
	Then	all	the	Greeks	our	slender	band	invade,
	And	pour	enrag'd	to	seize	the	rescu'd	maid	;
	Ajax	with	all	the	bold	Dolopians	came,
	And	both	the	kings	of	Atreus"	royal	name.
	So	when	the	winds	in	airy	conflict	rise,
	Here	South	and	West	charge	dreadful	in	the	skies	:
	There	louder	Eurus,	to	the	battle	borne,
	Mounts	the	swift	coursers	of	the	purple	morn	;
	Beneath	the	whirlwind	roar	the	bending	woods	;
	With	his	huge	trident	Neptune	strikes	the	floods	:
	Teams,	storms,	and,	tempesting	the	deeps	around,
	Bares	the	broad	bosom	of	the	dark	profound.
	Those	two,	we	chas'd	by	night,	a	scatter'd	train,
	Now	boldly	rally,	and	appear	again.
	To	them	our	Argive	helms	and	arms	are	known,
	Our	voice	and	language	diff'ring	from	their	own.
	We	yield	to	numbers.	By	Peneleus'	steel
	First	at	Minerva's	shrine	Chorcebus	fell.
	Next	Ripheus	bled,	the	justest	far	of	all
	The	sons	of	Troy	;	yet	Heav'n	permits	his	fall.
	The	like	sad	fate	brave	Hypanis	attends,
	And	hapless	Dymas,	slaughter'd	by	their	friends.
	Nor	thee,	sage	Pantheus	!	Phoebus'	wreaths	could
	Nor	all	thy	shining	virtues,	from	the	grave,	[save,
	Ye	dear,	dear	ruins	!	and	thou,	Troy	!	declare
	If	once	I	trembled	or	dcclin'd	the	war	:
	Midst	flames	and	foes	a	glorious	death	I	sought,
	And	well	deserv'd	the	death	for	which	1	fought
	Thence	we	retreat,	our	brave	asjociates	gone,
	Pelias	and	Iphitus	were	left	alone	;
	This	slow	with	age	and	bending	to	the	grouwd,
	And	that	more	tardy	from	Ulysses'	wound.
	Now	i-om	the	palace-walls	tumultuous	ring
	The	shouts,	and	call	us	to	defend	the	king;
	There	wo	beheld	the	rage	of	fight,	and	there
	The	tin-one	of	death,	and	centre	of	the	war;
	As	Troy,	all	Troy	beside	had	slept	in	peace,
	Nor	stain'd	by	slaughter,	nor	alarm'd	by	Greece.
	Shield	iock'd	in	shield,	advance	the	Grecian	pow'rs,
	To	burst	the	gates,	and	storm	the	regal	tow'rs	;
	Fly	up	the	steep	ascent	where	danger	calls,
	And	fix	their	scaling	engines	in	the	walls.
	High	in	the	left	they	irrasp'd	the	fenceful	shield,
	fittjcc	in	the	right	the	rocky	ramparts	held	j
	Roofs,	tow'rs,	and	battlements	the	Trojans	throw,
	A	pile	of	ruins	!	on	the	Greeks	below	;
	Catch	for	defence	the	weapons	of	despair,
	In	these	the	dire	extremes	of	death	and	war.
	Now	on	their	hekds	the	pond'rous	beams	are	roll'd,
	Py	Troy's	first	monarchs	crusted	round	with	gold.
	Here	thronging	troops	with	glitt'ring	falchions
	stand,
	To	guard	the	portals,	and	the	door	command.
	Straight	to	the	palace,	fir'd	with	hopes,	I	go
	To	aid	the	vanquish'd,	and	repel	the	foe.
	A	secret	portico	contriv'd	behind,
	Great	Hector's	mansion	to	the	palace	join'd,
	By	which	his	hapless	princess	oft	would	bring
	Her	royal	infant	to	the	good	old	king.
	This	way	the	topmost	battlements	I	gain,
	Whence	the	tir'd	Trojans	threw	their	darts	in	vai*i
	Rais'd	on	a	lofty	point,	a	turret	rears
	Her	stately	head	unrivall'd	to	the	stars	;
	From	hence	we	wont	all	Ilion	to	survey,
	The	fields,	the	camp,	the	fleets,	and	rolling	sea.
	With	steel	the	yielding	timbers	we	assail	d,
	Where	loosn	the	huge	disjointed	structure	fail'd	j
	Then,	tugg'd	convulsive	from	the	shatter'd	walls,
	We	push	the	pile	:	the	pond'rous	ruin	falls
	Tumbling	in	many	a	whirl,	with	thund'ring	sound,.
	Down	headlong	on	the	foe%	and	smokes	along	the
	ground.
	But	crowds	on	crowds	the	bury'd	troops	supply	;
	And	in	a	storm	the	beams	and	rocky	fragments	fly*
	"	Full	in	the	portal	rag'd	with	loud	alarms
	Brave	Pyrrhus,	glitt'ring	in	his	brazen	arms.
	So	from	his	den,	the	winter	slept	away,
	Shoots	forth	the	burnish'd	snake	in	open	day	;
	Who,	fed	with	every	poison	of	the	plain,
	Sheds	his	old	spoils,	and	shines	in	youth	again	;
	Proud	of	his	golden	scales	rolls	tow'ring	on,
	And	darts	his	forky	sting,	and	glitters	on	the	Sun.
	"	To	him	the	mighty	Periphas	succeeds,
	And	the	bold	chief	1	who	drove	his	father's	steeds	;
	With	these	the	Scyrian	bands	advance,	and	aim
	Full	at	the	battlements	the	missive	flame.
	Fierce	Pyrrhus	in	the	front	with	forceful	sway
	Ply'd	the	huge	axe,	and	hew'd	the	beams	away	;
	The	solid	timbers	from	the	portal	tore,
	And	rent	from	ev'ry	hinge	the	brazen	door.
	At	last	the	chief	a	mighty	op'ning	made,	[play'd:
	And	all	th'	imperial	dome,	in	all	hi	r	length	dis-
	The	sacred	rooms	of	Troy's	first	monarchs	lie,
	With	Priam's	pomp,	profan'd	by	every	eye	;
	In	arms	the	Gentries	to	the	breach	repair,
	And	stand	embody'd.	to	repel	the	war.
	"	Now	far	within,	the	regal	rooms	disclose,
	Loud	and	more	loud,	a	direful	scene	of	woes	;
	The	roof	resounds	with	female	shrieks	and	cries,
	And	the	shrill	echo	strikes	the	distant	skips.
	The	trembling	matrons	fly	from	place	to	place,
	And	kiss	the	pillars	with	a	last	embrace	;
	Bold	Pyrrhus	storms	with	all	his	father's	fir	;
	The	barriers	burst	;	the	vanquish'd	gnar	Is	retire	;
	The	shatter'd	doors	the	thund'ring	engines	ply	;
	The	bolts	leap	back	;	the	soundinsr	hinges	fly	;
	The	war	breaks	in	;	loud	shouts	the	hostile	train	;
	The	gate.s	are	storm	'd	;	the	foremost	soldiers	slain	:
	Through	the	wide	courts	the	crowding	Artrh'esroam,
	And	swarm	triumphant	round	the	regal	dome.
	Not	half	so	fi	TOC	the	foamy	deluge	bounds,
	And	bursts	resistless	o'er	the	level'd	mounds	;
	*	Automc'don.


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	PITT'S	TRANSLATION
	Poors	down	the	vale,	and	roaring	o'er	the	plain,
	Sweeps	herds,	and	hinds,	and	houses	to	the	main.
	'	These	eyes	within	the	gate	th'	Atrides	view'd,
	And	furious	Pyrrhus	cover'd	o'er	with	blood	;
	Sad	they	beheld,	amid	the	mournful	scene,
	The	hundred	daughters	with	the	mother	queen,
	And	Priam's	self	polluting	with	his	gore
	Those	flames,	he	hallow'd	at	the	shrine	before.
	The	fifty	bridal	rooms,	a	work	divine	!
	(Such	were	his	hopes	of	a	long	regal	line)
	Rich	in	barbaric	gold,	with	trophies	crown'd,
	Sunk	with	their	proud	support	of	pillars	round	;
	And,	where	the	flames	retire,	the	foes	possess	the
	ground.
	"	And	now,	great	queen,	you	haply	long	to	know
	The	fate	of	Priam	in	this	general	woe.
	When,	with	sad	eyes	the	venerable	sire
	Beheld	his	Ilion	sunk	in	hostile	fire	;
	His	palace	storm'd,	the	lof-y	gates	laid	low,
	His	rich	pavillions	crowded	with	the	foe	;
	In	arms,	long	since	disus'd,	the	hoary	sage
	Loads	each	stiff	languid	limb,	that	shook	with	age;
	Girds	on	an	unperforming	sword	in	vain,
	And	runs	on	death	amidst	the	hostile	train,
	Within	the	courts,	beneath	the	naked	sky,
	An	altar	rose	;	an	aged	laurel	by	;
	That	o'er	th	hearth	and	household-gods	display'd
	A	solemn	gloom,	a	deep	majestic	shade	:
	Hither,	like	doves,	who	close-embody'd	fly
	From	some	dark	tempest	black'ning	in	the	sky,
	The	queen	for	refuge	with	her	daughters	ran,
	Clung	and	embrac'd	their	images	in	vain.
	But	when	in	cumbrous	arms	the	king	she	spy'd,
	'	Alas	!	my	poor	unhappy	lord	?'	she	cry'd,
	'	What	more	than	madness,	'midst	these	dire
	alarms,
	Mov'd	thee	to	load	thy	helpless	age	with	arms	?
	No	aid	like	thine	this	dreadful	hour	demands,
	But	asks	far	other	strength,	far	other	hands.
	No	!	could	my	own	dear	Hector	arm	again,
	My	own	dear	Hector	now	would	arm	in	vain.
	Come	to	these	altars	;	here	we	all	shall	have
	One	common	refuge,	or	one	common	grave.'
	This	said,	her	aged	lord	the	queen	embrac'd,
	And	on	the	sacred	seat	the	monarch	plac'd.
	"Whenlo!	Polites,	one	of	Priarn's	sons,	[runs.
	Through	darts	and	foes,	from	slaught'ring	Pyrrhus
	Wounded	he	traverses	the	cloyster'd	dome,
	Darts	through	the	courts,	and	shoots	from	room	to
	room;
	Close,	close	behind,	pursu'd	the	furious	foe,
	Just	grasp'd	the	youth,	and	aim'd	the	fatal	blow	;
	Soon	as	within	his	parents'	sight	he	pass'd,
	Pierc'd	by	the	pointed	death,	he	breath'd	his	last	:
	He	fell	;	a	purple	stream	the	pavement	dy'd,
	The	soul	comes	gushing	in	the	crimson	tide.
	The	king,	that	scene	impatient	to	survey,
	Though	death	surrounds	him,	gives	his	fury	way	;
	*	And	oh	!	may	ev'ry	violated	god,
	Barbarian	!	thank	thee	for	this	deed	of	blood	;
	(If	gods	there	are,	such	actions	to	regard,)
	Oh	!	may	they	give	thy	guilt	the	full	reward	;
	Guilt,	that	a	father's	sacred	eyes	defil'd
	With	blood,	the	blood	of	his	dear	murder'd	child	!
	Unlike	thy	sire,	Achilles	the	divine	!
	(But	sure	Achilles	was	no	sire	of	thine	!)
	Poe	as	I	was,	the	hero	deign'd	to	hear	[pray'r	;
	The	guest's,	the	suppliant's,	king's,	and	father's
	To	funeral	rites	restor'd	my	Hector	slain,
	And	eafe	dismiss'd	me	to	my	realms	again.'
	This	said,	his	trembling	arm	emy'<3	to	thrwr
	The	dull	dead	javelin,	that	scarce	reach'd	the	fo	j
	The	weapon	languishingly	lagg'd	along,
	And,	guiltless,	on	the	buckler	faintly	rung.
	'	Thou	then	be	first,'	replies	the	chief,	'	to	go
	With	these	sad	tidings	to	his	ghost	below	;
	Begone	acquaint	him	with	my	crimes	in	Troy,
	And	tell	my	sire	of	his	degenerate	boy.
	Die	then,'	he	said,	and	dragg'd	the	monarch	on,
	Through	the	warm	blood	that	issu'd	from	his	son,
	Stagg'ring	and	sliding	in	the	slipp'ry	gore,
	And	to	the	shrine	the	royal	victim	bore	;
	lock'd	in	the	left	he	grasps	the	silver	hairs,
	High	in	the	right	the	flaming	blade	he	rears,
	Then	to	the	hilt	with	all	his	force	apply'd,
	He	plung'd	the	ruthless	falchion	in	his	side.
	Such	was	the	fate	unhappy	Priam	found,
	Who	saw	his	Troy	lie	level	I'd	with	the	ground	j
	He,	who	round	Asia	sent	his	hieh	commands,
	And	stretch'd	his	empire	o'er	a	hundred	lands,
	Now	lies	a	headless	carcase	on	the	shore,
	The	man,	tbe	monarch,	and	the	name	no	more	I,
	Then,	nor	till	then,	1	fear'd	the	furious	foe,
	Struck	wi^h	that	scene	of	unexampled	woe	j
	Soon	as	J	saw	the	murder'd	king	expire	:
	His	old	compeer,	my	venerable	sire,
	My	palace,	son,	and	consort	left	behind,
	All,	all,	at	once	came	rushing	on	my	mind.
	I	gaz'd	around,	but	not	a	friend	was	there	;
	My	hapless	friends,	abandon'd	to	despair,
	Had	leap'd	down	headlong	from	the	lofty	spires,	'
	Tir'd	with	their	toils	;	or	plung'd	amidst	the	firea
	"	Thus	left	alone,	and	wand'ring,	I	survey
	Where	trembling	Helen	close	and	silent	lay
	In	Vesta's	porch	;	and	by	the	dismal	glar
	Of	rolling	flames	discern	the	fatal	fair	;
	The	common	plague!	by	Troy	and	Greece	abhorrMS
	She	fear'd	alike	the	vengeful	Trojan	sword,
	Her	injur'd	country,	and	abandon'd	lord.
	Fast	by	the	shrine	I	spy'd	the	lurking	dame,
	And	all	my	soul	was	kindled	into	flame	:
	My	ruin'd	country	to	revenge,	I	stood
	In	wrath	resolv'd	to	shed	her	impiaus	blood.
	'	Shall	she,	this	guilty	fair,	return	in	peace,
	A	queen,	triumphant,	through	the	realms	of
	Greece,
	And	see,	attended	by	her	Phrygian	train,
	Her	home,	her	parents,	spouse,	and	sons	again?
	For	her	curst	cause	shall	raging	flames	destroy
	The	stately	structures	of	imperial	Troy	?
	So	many	slaughters	drench	the	Dardan	shore?
	And	Priam's	self	lie	welt'ring	in	his	gore	?
	No	!	she	shall	die	for	though	the	victor	gain
	No	fame,	no	triumph	for	a	woman	slain;
	Yet	if	by	just	revenge	the	traitress	bleed,
	The	world	consenting	will	applaud	the	deed	:
	To	my	own	vengeance	I	devote	her	head,
	And	the	great	spirits	of	our	heroes	dead.'
	"	Thus	while	I	rav'd,	I	saw	my	mother	rise,
	Confest	a	goddess,	to	my	won'driug	eyes,
	In	pomp	unusual,	and	divinely	bright	;
	Her	beamy	glories	pierc'd	the	shades	of	night	;
	Such	she	appeared,	as	when	in	Heav'n's	abodes.
	She	shines	in	ali	her	glories	to	the	gods.
	Just	rais'd	to	strike,	my	hand	she	gently	took,
	Then	from	her	rosy	lips	the	goddess	spoke,	[on	?
	"	'	What	wrath	so	fierce	to	vengeance	drives	thee
	Are	we	no	objects	of	thy	care,	my	son	?
	Tkink	of	Anchises,	and	his	helpless	age,
	Thy	hoary	sire	expos'd	to	hostile	rage	j


OF	VIRGIL'S	^NEID.	BOOK	V.
	Absve,	all	fierce	her	glittering:	volumes	rise,
	Flames	in	her	crest,	and	lightning	in	her	eyes	;
	But	maim'd	below,	and	tardy	with	the	wound,
	Her	train	unfolded	drags	along	the	ground.
	So	maim'd	and	slow	the	shatter'd	galley	past,
	But,	aided	by	her	sails,	she	reach'd	the	port	at
	last
	Pleas'd	with	the	vessel	and	the	crew	restor'd,
	The	generous	prince	rewards	their	hapless	lord.
	The	promis'd	present	to	the	chief	he	gave	;
	Pholoe,	the	beauteous	female	Cretan	slave,
	In	works	of	art	superior	to	the	rest,
	And	proud	of	two	fair	infants	at	the	breast.
	This	contest	o'er;	with	thousands	in	his	train,
	Mov'd	the	great	hero	to	a	spacious	plain.
	High	hills	the	verdant	theatre	surround	;
	And	waving	woods	the	mighty	circuit	crown'd.
	Hither,	with	all	the	crowds,	the	prince	withdrew,
	And	took	his	sylvan	throne	in	open	view.
	Here	costly	gifts	the	chief	propos'd,	to	grace
	The	sprightly	youths	that	urre	the	rapid	race.
	Now	throng	the	Trojan	and	Sicilian	band	;
	And	first	Euryalus	and	Nisus	stnd	:
	That,	for	his	youthful	charms	admir'd	by	Troy	;
	This,	for	chaste	friendship	to	the	beauteous	boy.
	Next	to	the	contest,	warm	with	hopes	of	fame,
	Of	Priam's	royal	race,	Diores	came.
	Salius	and	Patron	then	in	order	past	;
	Epirus	one,	and	one	Arcadia	grac'd.
	Brave	Helymus	and	Panopes	succeed,
	Two	valiant	youths,	in	fair	Trinacria	bred	;
	Who	with	Acestes	drove	the	savage	race
	From	wood	to	wood,	long	practis'd	to	the	chase.
	And	mighty	numbers	more,	unknown	to	fame,
	Advance	in	crowds,	to	share	the	glorious	game.
	High	in	the	midst	./Eneas	rear'd	his	head,
	'	And	oh	!	attend,	ye	generous	youths,"	he	said	:
	"	Of	all	who	try	the	fortune	of	the	day,
	Not	one	shall	go	without	a	gjft	away.
	With	two	bright	Cretan	lances,	each	shall	share
	An	ax	with	silver	grav'd,	to	shine	in	war.
	Distinguished	gifts	and	olive	wreaths	shall	grace
	The	three	triumphant	victors	of	the	race.
	On	the	first	youth	a	courser	I	bestow,
	Whose	trappings	rich	with	gold	and	purple	glow	?
	The	next	a	quiver,	charg'd	with	shafts,	shall	claim,
	Such	as	adorns	an	Amazonian	dame	;
	Clasp'd	by	a	gem,	refulgent	to	behold,
	Bhines	the	bright	trophy	with	a	belt	of	gold.
	On	the	proud	youth	this	gift	shall	be	conferr'd	:
	And	this	fair	Argive	helm	shall	grace	the	third."
	This	said,	they	took	their	place;	the	trumpet
	blew	;
	And	all	impetuous	from	the	barrier	flew	:
	Fierce	as	a	tempest,	o'er	the	plain	they	past
	From	the	first	space,	and	gain	upon	the	last.
	First	Nisus	sprung,	and	left	the	crowd	behind,
	Swift	as	the	lightning,	or	the	wings	of	wind.
	Next,	but	the	next	with	many	a	length	between,
	Young	Salius	skimm'd	along	the	level	green.
	Euryalus,	the	third,	scarce	touch'd	the	plain	;
	Behind,	bold	Helymus	his	rival	ran	;
	But,	hovering	o'er	him,	runs	Diores	nigh	;
	Now	side	by	side,	and	foot	by	foot,	they	fly.
	The	youth	had	conquer'd	in	a	lonsrer	way,
	Or	undecided	left	the	honours	of	the	day.
	And	now	they	just	approach'd	with	rapid	pace,
	Tir'd	with	the	toil,	the	limit	of	the	race,
	When	Nisus	fell	amid	the	slippery	plain,
	Drench'd	with	the	Copious	blood	of	victims	slain.
	His	feet	no	more	the	shouting	victor	held	;
	Aloft	they	fly,	and	quiver	on	the	field.
	Headlong	he	fell,	with	mud	all	covtr'd	o'er.
	And	every	limb	wasstain'd	with	sacred	go're.
	Yet,	as	he	wclter'd	on	the	ground,	he	strove
	To	show	Euryalus	his	ardent	love.
	For	now,	ev'n	now,	the	youth	his	body	threw
	Before	his	rival	Salius,	as	he	flew	:
	He	fell,	and	on	the	ground	extended	lay	;
	Thus,	favour'd	by	his	friend,	sprung	swift	away
	The	young	Euryalus,	and	won	the	day.
	At	once	beyond	the	goal	the	victor	flies	;
	Shouts	of	applause	tumultuous	rend	the	skies.
	Next	Helymus,	and	next	Diores	came,
	With	eager	ardour,	now	the	third	in	fame.
	Now	Salius	fills	the	ling	with	clam'rous	cries,
	By	turns	to	every	hoary	judge	applies,
	Storms	at	the	fraud,	and	claims	Ihe	rightful	prize.
	But	favour,	winning	tears,	and	youthful	grace,
	Plead	for	the	boy,	the	victor	of	the	race.
	Diores	too,	before	the	partial	crowd,
	Defends	the	young	Euryalus	aloud	;
	Who	now	must	urge	his	claim,	should	Salius	gaia
	The	first	proud	honours,	to	the	third	in	vain,
	Thus	then	the	prince	"	In	order	shall	we	pay
	To	each	brave	youth	the	prizes	of	the	day	:
	Since	these	are	shar'd,	permit	me	to	extend
	One	proof	of	pity	to	a	hapless	friend	:"
	This	said,	on	Salius	generous	he	bestow'd
	A	lion's	yellow	spoils,	(a	costly	load	!)
	With	martial	pride	his	shoulders	to	enfold	;
	Rough	was	the	dreadful	mane,	the	paws	were
	sheath'd	in	gold.
	When	Nisus	thus	"	If	such	high	presents	grace
	Salius	who	fell,	first	vanquish'd	in	the	race,
	What	gift	shall	I	ret-eive,	who	bore	away,
	And	still	had	held,	the	honours	of	the	day,
	Had	not	that	fortune,	which	my	foe	o'erthrew,
	Befall'n	unhappy	Nisus,	as	he	flew	?"
	Then	show'd	his	robes	and	face	with	blood	defil'd	:
	Tli'	indulgent	father	of	the	people	smil'd,
	And	caus'd	a	mighty	buckler	to	be	brought,
	With	art	divine	by	Didymaon	wrought	;
	Great	Neptune's	gates	the	prize	adorn'd	in	Troy,
	Now	the	bright	present	loads	the	faveur'd	boy.
	These	gifts	bestow'd	;	the	hero	cries	aloud,
	"	Stand	forth,	ye	valiant	champions,	from	the
	crowd	;
	Who	vaunt	your	courage	and	unrivall'd	might,
	And	with	the	gauntlet	dare	provoke	the	fight."
	Then	he	propos'd,	in	gold	and	garments	gay,
	A	bull,	to	grace	the	victor	of	the	day.
	Next,	to	relieve	the	loser's	shame	and	pain,
	Cast	a	rich	sword	and	helmet	on	the	plain.
	Straight	with	a	shout,	supremely	tall	and	streng,
	Bold	Dares	rear'd	his	bulk	above	the	throng	;
	The	youth,	the	only	youth,	who	dar'd	withstand
	The	fierce	tempestuous	sway	of	Paris'	hand,
	Who	on	huge	Butcs	prov'd	his	matchless	might
	At	Hector's	tomb,	victorious	in	the	fight	;
	(Butes,	of	Amycus'	Bebrycian	strain,)
	And	stretch'd	th'	enormous	giant	on	the	plain.
	Thus,	glorying	in	his	strength,	in	open	view
	His	arms	around,	the	tow'ring	Dares	threw,
	Stalk'd	high,	and	laid	his	brawny	shoulders	bare,
	And	dealt	his	whistling	blows	in	empty	air.
	His	match	was	sought	;	through	all	a	terrour	ran	;
	All	gaz'd	and	trembled	at	the	mighty	man.
	Despair,	he	thought,	had	seiz'd	the	circling	bands;
	And	how	before	the	priuce	the	champion	stands	;


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	561
	To	younger	champions	now	the	game	I	yield	;
	Here	hang	my	conquering	arms	;	and	here	renounce
	the	field."
	Next	the	great	prince	propos'd	the	prize	to	those,
	Who	wing'd	the	shafts,	and	bent	the	twanging	bows.
	Amid	the	spacious	plain	the	hero	plac'd
	Sublime	in	air	Sergestus'	lofty	mast	;
	Around	the	tapering	top	a	dove	they	tye,
	The	trembling	mark	at	which	their	arrows	fly	;
	Hither	to	try	their	skill	the	warriors	haste	;
	And	in	a	brazen	helm	the	lots	are	cast.
	First,	with	applause,	Hippocoon's	lot	was	thrown,
	The	mighty	Hyrtacus'	illustrious	son.
	Mnestheus	the	next,	whom	verdant	olives	grace,
	The	second	victor	in	the	naval	race.
	Then	the	third	chance	to	great	Eurytion	came,
	Thy	brother,	Pandarus,	renown'd	by	fame,
	Whose	hand	by	Pallas	prompted,	drew	the	bow,
	To	break	the	truce	against	the	Grecian	foe.
	Last	in	the	helm	remain'd	Acestes'	name	;
	Old	as	he	was,	he	try'd	the	youthful	game.
	Then	every	chief,	with	all	his	strength	and	art,
	Bent	the	tough	bow,	and	chose	the	teather'd	dart.
	Through	yielding	air	first	vaiiish'd	with	a	spring
	Hippocoon's	arrow	from	the	sounding	string	:
	Full	in	the	mast,	impell'd	with	vigour	stood
	The	forceful	shaft,	and	quiver'd	in	the	wood.
	The	dove	affrighted,	stretch'd	her	flutt'ring	wing	;
	And	with	applause	the	vales	and	mountains	ring.
	Then	Mnestheus	drew	the	bow,	and	aiui'd	on	high
	The	pointed	dart,	and	levell'd	with	his	eye;
	Nor	through	the	mark	the	luckless	arrow	drove,
	But	cut	the	string	that	ty'd	the	trembling	dove.
	Swift	through	the	clouds	the	bird	unshackled	flies,
	And	spreads	her	wings	at	freedom	in	the	skies.
	Already	had	Eurytion	bent	his	bow,
	And	to	his	brother	god	address	'd	his	vow	:
	The	tow'ring	bird	amid	the	clouds	he	slew,
	And	the	swift	shaft	transfix'd	her	as	she	flew.
	High	in	the	skies	she	feels	the	deadly	wound,
	And,	with	the	dart,	comes	dying	to	the	ground.
	And	now,	all	hopes	expir'd,	the	conquest	gain'd,
	The	venerable	prince	alone	remain'd.
	Yet	he	discharg'd	the	flying	shaft,	to	show
	His	skill,	his	vigour,	and	resounding	bow.
	When	sudden	they	beheld,	with	wond'ring	eyes,
	A	dire	portentous	omen	in	the	skies.
	Too	late	the	seers	the	frightful	sign	explain,
	Too	late	they	clear	the	dread	event	in	vain	!
	For,	flying	through	the	clouds	in	open	view,
	The	glowing	arrow	kindled	as	it	flew	;
	Then	drew	a	golden	trail	of	flames	behind,
	That	mark'd	its	course,	and	vanish'd	in	the	wind	:
	So	shine	the	falling	stars	with	dreadful	hair,
	And	glance,	and	shoot	along	the	fields	of	air.
	Amaz'd	the	Trojans	and	Sicilians	stood	;
	And	breath'd	their	ardent	prayers	to	every	god.
	The	Dardan	prince	the	doubtful	sign	mistook,
	Embrac'd	the	monarch,	and	with	transport	spoke:
	"	Father!	accept	the	prize;	the	will	divine
	Of	mighty	Jove,	by	this	auspicious	sign,
	Declares	the	first	distinguish'd	honours	thine.
	Accept	this	goblet,	which	my	sire	of	old
	Keceiv'd	from	Cisseus,	rough	with	sculptur'd	gold;
	Take	it,	my	royal	friend,	and	let	it	prove
	A	long	priz'd	gift	of	dear	respect	and	love."
	Then	he	bestow'd	the	laurel,	and	aloud
	Proclaim'd	him	victor	to	the	shouting	crowd.
	Nor	did	the	generous	chief	the	prize	deny,
	Whose	arrow	picrc'd	the	bird	amid	the	sky;
	Next,	he	who	cut	the	cord,	with	gifts	was	jrac'd	/
	And	he,	whose	arrow	struck	the	tree,	the	last.
	Now	call'd	the	prince,	before	the	games	were
	The	hoary	guardian	of	his	royal	son,	[done,
	And	gently	whispers	in	his	faithful	ear,
	To	bid	Ascanius	in	his	arms	appear,
	And	with	his	youthful	band	and	courser	come,
	To	pay	due	honours	at	his	grandsire's	tomb.
	Next	he	commands	the	huge	assembled	train
	To	quit	the	ground,	and	leave	an	open	plain.
	Straight	on	their	bridled	steeds,	with	grace	divine,
	The	beauteous	youths	before	their	fathers	shine.
	The	blooming	Trojans	and	Sicilians	throng-,
	And	gaze	with	wonder	as	they	march	along.
	Around	their	brows	a	vivid	wreath	they	wore	J*
	Two	glitt'ring	lances	tipt	with	steel	they	bore;
	These	a	light	quiver	stor'd	with	shafts	sustain,
	And	from	their	neck	depends	a	golden	chain.
	On	bounding	steeds	advance	three	graceful	bands,
	And	each	a	little	blooming	chief	commands.
	Beneath	each	chief	twelve	sprightly	striplings
	came,
	In	shining	arms,	in	looks	and	age	the	same.
	Grac'd	with	his	grandsire's	name,	Polites'	son,
	Young	Priam,	leads	the	first	gay	squadron	on	j
	A	youth,	whose	progeny	must	Latium	grace	:
	He	press'd	a	dappled	steed	of	Thracian	race	:
	Before,	white	spots	on	either	foot	appear,
	And	on	his	forehead	blaz'd	a	silver	star.
	Atys	the	next	advanc'd,	with	looks	divine,
	Atys	the	source	of	the	great	Attian	line	:
	lulus'	friendship	grac'd	the	lovely	boy:
	And	last	lulus	came,	the	pride	of	Troy,
	In	charms,	superior	to	the	blooming	train	;
	And	spurr'd	his	Tyrian	courser	to	the	plain	;
	Which	Dido	gave	the	princely	youth,	to	prove
	A	lasting	pledge,	memorial	of	her	love.
	Th'	inferior	boys	on	beauteous	coursers	ride,
	From	great	Acestes'	royal	stalls	supply'd.
	Now	flush'd	with	hopes,	now	pale	with	anxious
	fear,
	Before	the	shouting	crowds,	the	youths	appear	;
	The	shouting	crowds	admire	their	charms,	and
	Their	parents'	lines	in	every	lovely	face.	[trace
	Now	round	the	ring,	before	their	fathers,	ride
	The	boys,	in	all	their	military	pride.
	Till	Periphantes'	sounding	lash	from	far
	Gave	the	loud	signal	of	the	mimic	war	:
	Straight,	in	three	bands	distinct,	they	break	away,
	Divide	in	order,	and	their	ranks	display	:
	Swift	at	the	summons	they	return,	and	throw
	At	once	their	hostile	lances	at	the	foe	:
	Then	take	a	new	excursion	on	the	plain	:
	Round	within	round,	an	endless	course	maintain	j
	And	now	advance,	and	now	retreat	again;
	With	well-dissembled	rage	their	rivals	dare,
	And	please	the	crowd	with	images	of	war.
	Alternate	now	they	turn	their	backs	in	flight,
	Now	dart	their	lances,	and	renew	the	fight	:
	Then	in	a	moment	from	the	combat	cease,
	Rejoin	their	scatter'd	bands,	and	move	in	peace.
	So	winds	delusive,	in	a	thousand	ways
	Perplext	and	intricate,	the	Cretan	maze	;
	Round	within	round,	the	blind	meanders	run,
	Untrac'd	and	dark,	and	end	where	they	begun.
	The	skilful	youths,	in	sport,	alternate	ply
	Their	shifting	course	;	by	turns	they	fight	and	fly;
	As	dolphins	gambol	on	the	wat'ry	way,
	And,	bounding	o'er	th	tide*,	in	wanton	circles
	play.


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	PITT'S	TRANSLATION
	Oft	for	your	son	I	bade	the	whirlwinds	cease	;
	I	hush'd	the	roarings	of	the	floods	to	peace;
	And	Simois	can	attest	and	Xanthus'	stream,
	By	land	my	guardian	care	was	still	the	same.
	When	first	Achilles,	furious	to	destroy,
	Drove	to	their	walls	the	trembling	sons	of	Troy	;
	Beneath	his	vengeful	spear	when	thousands	bled,
	When	the	chok'd	rivers	groan'd	with	loads	of	dead	;
	When	Xanthus'	flood	encumber'd	with	the	slain,
	Scarce	roll'd	his	struggling	billows	to	the	main;
	Your	son	oppos'd	hitn,	with	unequal	might
	And	far	inferior	gods,	in	single	fight	:
	Instant	I	snateh'd	him	from	the	dreadful	fray,
	And	in	a	cloud	convey'd	the	chief	away.
	Ev'n	then	I	sav'd	the	warrior	when	with	joy
	I	wish'd	and	wrought	the	fall	of	perjur'd	Troy:
	And	still	will	save	him	he	shall	plough	the	sea,
	And	to	Avernus'	port	direct	his	way.
	On	the	wild	floods	shall	only	one	be	lost,
	One	single	wretch	atone	for	all	the	host!"
	Thus	when	the	god	had	sooth'd	her	anxious	mind,
	His	finny	coursers	to	the	car	he	join'd	;
	Next	to	their	fiery	mouths	the	bits	apply'd,
	And,	while	the	wheels	along	the	level	glide,	[tide.
	He	throws	up	all	the	reins,	and	skims	the	floating
	The	flood	subsides	and	spreads	a	glassy	plain,
	And	the	loud	chariot	thunders	o'er	the	main	;
	The	clouds	before	the	mighty	monarch	fly
	In	heaps,	and	scatter	through	the	boundless	sky	:
	A	thousand	forms	attend	the	glorious	god,
	Enormous	whales,	and	monsters	of	the	flood	:
	Here	the	long	train	of	hoary	Glaucus	rides	;
	Here	the	swift	Tritons	shoot	along	the	tides;
	There	rode	Palaemon	o'er	the	wat'ry	plain,
	With	aged	Phorcus,	and	his	azure	train	;
	And	beauteous	Thetis	led	the	daughters	of	the	main.
	JEneas	view'd	the	scene	;	and	hence	arose
	A	beam	of	JOT	to	dissipate	his	woes.
	Instant	he	gives	command	to	stretch	the	sails,
	To	rear	the	mast,	and	catch	the	springing	gales.
	Straight	the	glad	train	the	spacious	sheet	unbind,
	And	stretch	the	canvass	to	the	driving	wind.
	Old	Palinurus	first	the	navy	guides	;
	The	rest	obedient	follow	through	the	tides.
	Now	half	the	night	thro'	Heav'n	had	roll'd	away,
	The	sailors	stretch'd	along	their	benches	lay,
	When	through	the	parting	vapour	swiftly	flies
	The	god	of	slumbers	from	th'	ethereal	skies.
	To	thee,	poor	Pal	inure,	he	came,	and	shed
	A	fatal	sleep	on	thy	devoted	head	!
	High	on	the	stern	his	silent	stand	he	took
	In	Phorbas'	shape;	and	thus	the	phantom	spoke	:
	"	Behold,	the	fleet,	my	friend,	securely	sails,
	Steer'd	by	the	floods	and	wafted	by	the	gales	!
	Now	steal	a	moment's	rest	;	myself	will	guide
	Awhile	the	vessel	o'er	the	floating	tide."
	To	whom	the	careful	Palinure	replies,
	While	scarce	he	rais'd	his	heavy	closing	eyes	:
	"	Me	would'st	thou	urge	in	sleep	to	sink	away,
	And	fondly	credit	such	a	flatt'ring	sea	?
	Too	well,	my	friend,	I	know	the	treach'rous	main	!
	Too	well	to	tempt	the	monster's	smiles	again	!
	Too	oft	deceiv'd	by	such	a	calm	before,
	I	trust	my	master	to	the	winds	no	more."
	This	said,	he	grasp'd	the	helm,	and	fixt	his	eyes
	On	every	guiding	star	that	gilds	the	skies.
	Then	o'er	his	temples	shook	the	wrathful	god
	A	branch,	deep	drench'd	in	Lethe's	silent	flood.
	The	potent	charm	in	dews	of	slumber	steep
	And	soon	weijh	down	his	swimming	eyes	to	sleep.
	Scarce	yet	his	languid	limbs	had	gunk	away,
	When	o'er	the	wretch	the	god	incumbent	lay,
	And,	with	a	shatter'd	fragment	of	the	ship.
	Bore	down	the	helm	and	pilot	to	the	deep	;
	Headlong	he	tumbles	in	the	flashing	main,
	And	calls	for	succour	to	his	friends	in	vain.
	Swift	from	the	stern	the	airy	phantom	flies,
	And	with	spread	pinions	mounts	the	golden	skies;
	Yet	smooth	along	the	flood	the	navy	rode,
	Safe	in	the	promise	of	the	wat'ry	god.
	Now	they	approach	the	siren's	dangerous	coast,
	Once	rough,	and	infamous	for	vessels	lost	;
	Huge	heaps	of	bones	still	whiten	all	the	shore;
	And,	dash'd	from	rock	to	rock,	the	billows	roar.
	The	watchful	prince	th'	endanger'd	galley	found,
	Without	a	pilot	strike	on	shoaly	ground	;
	Himself	then	took	the	task,	by	night	to	guide
	The	wand'ring	vessel	o'er	the	rolling	tide:
	"	O	dear	lamented	friend!"	(the	hero	cries,)
	"	For	faith	repos'd	on	flattering	seas	and	skies,-
	Cast	on	a	foreign	shore	thy	naked	body	lies	!"
	VIRGIL'S	jENEID.
	THE	Sibyl	foretels	JEneas	the	adventures	he	should
	meet	with	in	Italy.	She	attends	him	to	HeH,	de
	scribing	to	him	the	various	scenes	of	that	place,
	and	conducting	him	to	his	father	Anchises,	who
	instructs	him	in	those	sublime	mysteries	of	the
	soul	of	the	world,	and	the	transmigration;	and
	shows	him	that	glorious	race	of	heroes,	which
	was	to	descend	from	him	and	his	posterity.
	THUS	while	he	wept;	with	flying	sails	and	oars
	The	navy	reach'd	the	fair.	Cumsan	shores.
	The	circling	anchors	here	the	fleet	de-tain,
	All	rang'd	beside	the	margin	of	the	main.
	With	eager	transport	fir'd,	the	Trojan	band
	Leap	from	the	ships	to	gain	th'	Hesperian	land.
	Some	strike	from	flints	the	sparkling	seeds	of	flame,
	Some	storm	the	coverts	of	the	savage	game	;
	To	feed	the	fires,	unroot	the	standing	woods,
	And	show	with	joy	the	new-discover'd	floods.
	To	Phosbus'	fane	the	hero	past	along,
	And	those	dark	caverns	where	the	Sibyl	sung.
	There,	as	the	god	enlarg'd	her	soul,	she	sate,
	And	open'd	all	the	deep	decrees	of	fate.
	The	train	with	reverence	enter,	and	behold
	haste	Trivia's	grove,	and	temple	roofd	with	gold;
	A	structure	rais'd	by	Daedalus,	('tis	said)
	Vhen	from	the	Cretan	king's	revenge	he	fled,
	)n	wings	to	northern	climes	he	dar'd	to	soar,
	rtirough	airy	ways	unknown	to	man	before	;
	till	many	a	length	of	sky	and	ocean	past,
	)n	Cuma's	sacred	tow'rs	he	stoop'd	at	last.
	Then	hung	to	Phcebus	in	the	strange	abode,
	The	wings	that	steer'd	him	through	the	liquid	road,
	And	rais'd	the	potn|>ous	pile	in	honour	of	the	gsd.
	The	matchless	artist,	on	the	lofty	gate,
	\ngrav'd	Androgcos'	memorable	fate	:


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	PITTS	TRANSLATION
	With	our	confederate	troops,	a	martial	train,
	Safe	I'll	dismiss	thee	from	these	walls	again.
	Now,	since	as	friends	you	honour	our	abode,
	Assist,	and	pay	due	offerings	to	the	god.
	"With	us	pursue	the	solemn	annnal	feasts,
	And	from	this	hour	commence	our	constant	guests."
	He	said	j	the	bowls	replac'd	in	open	view,
	The	joyful	train	the	holy	rites	renew;
	The	hoary	king	dispos'd	his	guests	around,
	And	plac'd	the	Trojans	on	the	verdant	ground.
	But	for	their	prince	an	ample	couch	was	spread	;
	A	lion's	spoils	adorn'd	the	rural	bed.
	Now	brought	the	chosen	youths	and	priests	again
	The	sacred	banquet	to	the	stranger	train	j
	Dispens'd	from	canisters	the	bread	around,
	And	with	the	foaming	wine	the	goblets	crown'd:
	The	Datdan	prince	and	every	Trojan	guest,
	Reclin'd	at	ease,	partake	the	solemn	feast.
	But	when	the	rage	of	craving	hunger	fled,
	Tjius	to	the	chief	the	hoary	monarch	said	:
	"	'Tis	not	for	nought	we	pay	these	rites	divine
	To	great	Alcides'	ever-honour'd	shrine	;
	Our	worship	springs	from	gratitude	sincere,
	Not	heady	zeal,	nor	superstitious	fear	;
	Nor	are	our	tribes	by	blind	devotion	aw'd	;
	But,	sav'd	by	Hercules,	adore	the	god.
	For	lo	!	in	air	yon	banging	rock	behold	!
	See	heaps	on	heaps,	on	ruins	ruins	roll'd	!
	See	yon	huge	cavern,	yawning	wide	around	!
	Where	still	the	shatter'd	mountain	spreads	the
	ground.
	That	spacious	hold,	grim	Cacus	once	possest,
	Tremendous	fiend	!	half	human,	half	a	beast	!
	Deep,	deep	as	Hell,	the	dismal	dungeon	lay,
	Dark	and	impervious	to	the	beams	of	day.
	With	copious	slaughter	smok'd	the	purple	floor	;
	Pale	heads	hung	horrid	on	the	lofty	door,
	Dreadful	to	view	!	and	dropp'd	with	crimson	gore.
	The	fiend	from	Vulcan	sprung	,	and,	like	his	sire,
	The	mighty	monster	breath'd	a	storm	of	fire,
	So	fierce	he	rag'd	;	till	time	at	length	bestow'd
	The	presence,	aid,	and	vengeance	of	a	god.
	For	now	Alcides	left	the	.realms	of	Spain,
	Proud	of	the	spoils	of	huge	Geryon	slain.
	To	these	fair	shores	the	bellowing	droves	he	led	;
	Along	the	banks	and	fiow'ry	vales	they	fed.
	The	fiend	resolves	to	bear	the	prize	away
	By	fraud	or	force	;	and	meditates	the	prey.
	Four	beauteous	heifers,	four	fair	bulls	he	took,
	Enclos'd	and	lodg'd	them	in	the	gloomy	rock	;
	But	by	their	tails	the	struggling	prey	he	drew,
	And	thought	to	puzzle	the	deluded	view.
	The	turning	tracks,	inverted,	where	they	tread,
	Back	from	the	monster's	darksome	cavern	led.
	Meantime	the	mighty	drove	the	hero	leads
	To	fresher	pastures,	and	untrampled	meads.
	The	parting	herds	spread	wide,	and	roar	around	;
	Fields,	woods	and	hills,	rebellow	to	the	sound.
	When	lo	!	a	heifer	heard	her	love	complain,
	And	roar'd	responsive	from	the	cave	a-jain	;
	From	vault	to	vault	the	sound	in	thunder	flew,
	And	the	detected	fraud	appear'd	in	view.
	Alcides	seiz'd	his	arms,	intiam'd	with	ire,
	Page	in	his	looks,	and	all	his	soul	on	fire	;
	Fit-roe	in	his	hands	the	pon'drous	club	he	shook,
	And,	mad	for	vengeance,	mounts	th'	aerial	rock.
	Then,	first	appall'd,	the	monster	we	descry,
	Death	in	his	cheek,	and	horrour	in	his	eye.
	Swift	as	the	wind,	with	terrour	wing'd,	he	fled,
	Atnl	ia	the	glgoiny	cavern	plung'd	his	head.
	The	pond'rous	rock,	impenetrably	strong,
	On	solid	hinges	by	his	father	hung
	To	guard	the	dreadful	dungeon,	down	be	drew	:
	The	shatter'd	chains	and	bursting	barriers	flew.
	Scarce	had	the	fiend	Tet	down	th'	enormous	weight,
	When	fierce	the	god	came	thund'ring	to	the	gate.
	He	gnash'd	his	teeth	with	rage,	the	passes	try'd,
	And	roll'd	his	eager	eyes	on	every	side	;
	Now	here,	now	there,	a	fiery	glance	he	threw,
	And	thrice,	impetuous,	round	the	mountain	flewj
	Thrice	strove	to	storm	the	massy	gates	in	vain	;
	And	thrice,	o'erspent,	sat	panting	on	the	plain.
	"	A	pointed	rock	behind	the	cavern	stood,
	That	to	the	left	frown'd	dreadful	o'er	the	flood,
	Black,	rough,	and	vast	;	a	pile	of	wond'rous	height,
	A	solemn	haunt	for	every	bird	of	night.
	This,	from	the	right,	the	god	incumbent	shook	j
	Fierce	from	the	solid	base	he	heav'd	the	rock.
	Then	push'd	convulsive^with	a	frightful	peal,
	The	smoaking	steep	rolls	thund'ring	down	the
	vale.
	To	the	loud	din,	earth,	air	and	heav'n	reply	;
	The	banks	start	wide	;	and	back	the	surges	fly.
	Expos'd	to	sight	the	monster's	dungeon	lay,
	And	the	huge	cave	flew	open	to	the	da}'.
	So,	if	the	bolts	of	Jove	should	burst	the	ground,
	And	opening	earth	disclose	the	vast	profound,
	The	solemn	secrets	of	the	dark	abodes,
	Hell's	dreadful	regions,	dreadful	ev'a	to	gods	;
	Full	on	the	black	abyss	the	beams	would	play,
	Ami	the	pale	ghosts	start	at	the	flash	of	day	:
	As	pale	(his	dungeon	storm'd)	with	wild	affright,
	Glares	the	dire	fiend,	surpris'd	in	open	light.
	He	roars	aloud,	while	thund'ring	from	above,
	Full	on	the	foe	the	furious	hero	drove.
	With	every	vengeful	instrument	in	view,
	Whole	trunks	of	trees	and	broken	rocks	he	threw.
	Now	round	the	cavern,	in	despair	of	flight,
	Th'	enormous	monster	breathes	a	sudden	night	j
	To	blind	or	blast	his	mighty	foe,	expires
	Thick	clouds	of	smoke,	and	all	his	father's	fires.
	With	that	the	vengeful	god	in	fury	grew,
	And	headlong	through	the	burning	tempest	flew.
	Fierce	on	the	fiend,	through	stifling	fumes	he	came,
	Through	streams	of	smoke	and	deluges	of	flame;
	There,	while	in	vain	he	breath'd	the	fires	around,
	His	trembling	prize	the	great	Alcides	found	;
	IJmb	lock'd	in	limb,	from	earth	his	feet	he	rends,
	And	on	the	ground	his	monstrous	bulk	extends	;
	Strangled	the	struggling	foe	with	matchless	might,
	And	from	their	caverns	tore	the	balls	of	sight.
	Tkus	the	huge	fiend,	exhausted,	breathless,	tir'd,
	Loud	bellowing,	in	th'	Herculean	grasp	expir'd.
	The	god	then	burst	the	gates	;	and	open	lie
	The	den's	vast	depths,	all	naked	to	the	sky.
	Th'	expanded	caves	dismiss	th'	imprison'd	prey
	From	the	black	darksome	dungeon	to	the	day.
	Forth	by	the	feet	the	crowds	the	monster	drew	j
	On	his	huge	size	they	feast	their	eager	viev
	His	shaggy	limbs,	his	dreadful	eyes	admire,
	And	gaping	throat,	that	breath'd	infernal	fire.
	"	From	that	blest	hour	th'	Arcadian	tribe*
	bestow'd
	These	solemn	honours	on	their	guardian	god.
	Potitius	first,	his	gratitude	to	prove,
	Ador'd	Alcides	in	the	shady	grove	;
	And,	with	the	old	Pinarian	sacred	line,
	These	altars	rais'd,	and	paid	the	rites	divine,
	Rites,	which	ouf	sons	for	ever	shall	maintain..
	And	ever	sacred	shall	the	grov	remain	;


OF	VIRGIL'S	-ENEID.	BOOK	IX:
	Now,	favotir'd	by	the	shade,	the	warriors	go,
	Pass	the	deep	trenches,	and	invade	the	foe.
	But,	ere	their	dang'rous	enterprise	is	o'er,
	With	what	large	slaughter	shall	they	hathe	the
	shore	!
	All	drench'd	in	wine	and	sleep,	lie	stretch'd	around,
	The	careless	soldiers	on	the	verdant	ground,
	Amid	a	pile	ef	traces,	wheels,	and	reins,
	And	empty	cars,	eneumb'ring	all	the	plains.
	Here	lie	the	scatter'd	arms	;	the	goblets	there	;
	A	mad	confusion	of	debauch	and	war.	[call	;
	"	Now,	now,"	cries	Nisns	first,	"	thy	courage
	The	place,	the	hour,	my	friend,	demands	it	all.
	Here	lies	our	road	:	while	I	the	passage	find,
	Stay	thou,	and	cautious	watch	the	foe	behind.
	From	side	to	side,	whole	squadrons	will	I	slay,
	Thro'	death	and	horrours	op'ning	wide	thy	way."
	With	that,	the	youth	in	silence	drew	his	sword,
	And	stabb'd	proud	Rhamnes,	a	distinguish'd	lord	;
	In	ev'ry	deep	prophetic	art	approv'd,
	A	king	and	augur,	and	by	Turnus	lov'd.
	On	the	rich	couch	in	slumbers	deep	he	lay,
	And,	labouring,	slept	the	full	debauch	away.
	The	fate	of	others	he	had	still	foreshown,
	But	fail'd,	unhappy	!	to	prevent	his	own.
	Then	on	the	'squire	of	Remus	fierce	he	flew,
	And,	as	they	slept,	his	three	attendants	slew.
	The	driver	next	;	and	cut	his	neck	in	twain,
	As,	midst	the	steeds,	he	slumber'd	on	the	plain	;
	Last	on	their	lord	employ'd	the	deadly	steel	;
	Swift	flew	the	head	;	and	miitter'd	as	it	fell.
	The	purple	blood	distains	the	couch	around;
	The	welt'ring	trunk	lies	beating	on	the	ground.
	Next	Lamyrus	and	Lamus	meet	their	doom	:
	Serranus	last,	in	all	his	sprightly	bloom	:
	By	the	large	draught	o'erpow'r'd,	outstretch'd	he
	Full	half	the	night	already	spent	in	play	;	[lay,
	Far	happier	had	it	been,	if	lengthen'd	to	the	day.
	Thus	o'er	th'	unguarded	fence	by	hunger	bold,
	Springs	the	grim	lion,	and	invades	the	fold.
	AH	dreadful,	growling	in	the	midnight	hours,
	The	trembling	flock	he	murders	and	devours	;
	While	wrapt	in	silence	lies	the	fleecy	brood,
	The	savage	rages	in	a	foam	of	blood.
	Nor	with	less	rage	Kuryalus	employ'd
	The	deadly	sword	;	but	nameless	crowds	destroy'd.
	Hebesus,	Fadus,	as	they	slept,	he	gor'd	;
	But	wakeful	Rhaesus	saw	the	slaught'ring	sword	:
	Behind	a	goblet	he	retir'd	in	vain;
	For	as	the	foe,	detected,	rose	again,
	The	furious	youth,	with	all	his	force	imprest,'
	Plung'd	the	whole	sword,	deep-bury'd	in	his	breast;
	With	blended	wine	and	blood	the	ground	was	dy'd	;
	The	purple	soul	came	floating	in	the	tide.
	So	vents	the	youth	his	vengeance	on	his	foes,
	And	scatters	death	and	slaughter	as	he	goes.
	Now	when	to	brave	Messapus'	tents	they	came,
	The	fires	just	glimmcr'd	with	a	quiv'ring	flame.
	The	train	lie	scatter'd,	while	the	steeds,	unbound,
	Expatiate	wide,	and	graze	the	verdant	ground.
	Then	Nisus	warn'd	him	;	for	he	saw	the	boy
	Too	fierce	for	blood,	too	eager	to	destroy	;
	"	Enough	of	death	our	swords	have	hcw'd	the
	We	stand	detected	by	the	dawning	day."	[way
	They	part	;	and	leave,	in	piles	confus'dly	roll'd,
	Bright	arms,	-embroider'd	robes,	and	bowls	of	gold.
	But	yet	the	fond	Euryalus	would	stay,
	Resolv'd	to	seize	one	rich	distinguish'd	prey	;
	The	shining	trappings	Rhamnes'	coursers	bore,
	And	the	broad	golden	belt	the	monarch	wore,
	Of	old,	to	Remnlus	was	sent	the	prize
	By	Caedicus,	the	pledge	of	social	ties;
	Which	with	his	grandson	at	his	death	remain'd.
	And	last	by	war	the	fierce	Rutulians	gain'd.
	This	belt	he	bore,	exulting,	from	the	plain,
	And	in	gay	triumph	wore,	but	wore	in	vain	!
	Next,	with	Messapus'	helm,	his	brows	he	spread,
	Adorn'd	with	plumes,	that	nodded	o'er	his	head.
	Then,	flush'd	with	slaughter	and	the	glorious	prey,
	They	quit	the	camp,	and	seek	a	safer	way.
	Meantime,	the	Daunian	hero	to	support,
	Advanc'd	a	legion	from	the	Latian	court	;
	Three	hundred	horse,	while	slow	the	foot	succeed,
	Fly	swift	before,	with	Volscens	at	their	head.
	Now	to	the	camp	the	warriors	bend	their	way,
	And,	on	the	left,	the	hapless	youths	survey.
	Euryalus'	bright	helm	the	pair	betray'd,
	On	which	the	Moon	in	all	her	glory	play'd.
	"	'Tis	not	for	nought,	those	youths	appear	;	de
	clare	"	[are	j
	(Cries	the	stern	gen'ral)	"	who,	and	whence	you
	And	whither	bound	;	and	wherefore	ann'd	for	war	?"
	Nought	they	reply,	but	took	their	sudden	flight
	To	the	thick	forests,	and	the	shades	of	night.
	But	the	fierce	warriors	spurr'd	their	steeds,	and
	stood
	All	round,	to	guard	the	op'nings	of	the	wood.
	O'ergrown	and	wild,	the	darksome	forest	lay,
	And	trees	and	brakes	perplex'd	the	winding	way.
	Hither,	encumber'd	with	his	gaudy	prize,
	Distress'd	Kuryalus	for	shelter	flies	;
	But	miss'd	the	turnings,	in	his	wild	surprise.
	Not	so,	swift	Nisus,	who	the	foes	declin'd,
	Nor	knew	th'	endanger'd	boy	was	left	behind;
	Bryond	the	once-fam'd	Alban	fields	,he	fled,
	Where	the	fleet	coursers	of	Latinus	fed.	[plain,
	There	stood	the	mournful	youth	;	and	from	the
	Cast	iv	long	look,	to	find	his	friend,	in	vain!
	"	Where	is	Euryalus,	my	only	joy	?
	Where	shall	I	find,"	hecry'd,	"	the	hapless	boy	?"
	Then	he	retrac'd	his	former	steps,	and	trod,
	Once	more,	the	winding	mazes	of	the	wood,
	The	trampling	steeds	and	warriors	pour	behind,
	And	the	loud	cries	come	thick	in	ev'ry	wind.
	Here,	while	he	paus'd,	a	general	shout	he	heard	j
	And	lo	!	his	lov'd	Euryalus	appear'd,
	Surrounded	by	the	foe	:	the	gloomy	night,
	And	pathless	thickets,	intercept	his	flight.
	With	joyful	clamours	crowd	the	gath'ring	train
	Around	the	captive,	who	resists	in	vain.
	What	can	his	friend	attempt,	what	means	employ,
	What	arms,	what	succours,	to	redeem	the	boy	?
	Or	through	th'	embattled	squadrons	shall	he	fly,
	And,	prest	by	hostile	numbers,	nobly	die	?
	Then	on	the	Moon	he	cast	a	mournful	look,
	And	in	his	hand	the	pointed	jav'lin	shook:
	"	Great	guardian	goddess	of	the	woods	!"	he	cries,
	"	Pride	of	the	stars,	and	empress	of	the	skies	!
	If	e'er	with	gifts	my	father	hung	thy	shrine
	For	his	dear	son,	and	sought	thy	pow'r	divine,
	Or	I	increas'd	them	with	my	sylvan	toils,
	And	grac'd	thy	sacred	roof	with	savage	spoils	;
	Direct	my	lance,	nor	let	it	fly	in	vain,
	But	wing'd	with	death,	disperse	the	hostile	train."
	This	said	;	with	all	his	strength	the	spear	he	threw	\
	Swift	through	the	parting	shade	the	weapon	flew.
	In	Sulmo's	back	the	point	all-quiv'ring	stood,
	And	pierc'd	his	heart,	but	left	the	broken	wood.
	He	pour'd	a	purple	flood,	as	prone	he	lay;
	While	iu	thick	subs	he	gasp'd	his	soul	away.


OF	VIRGIL'S	yENEID.	BOOK	X.
	As	on	his	stern	the	godlike	warrior	stands,
	And	views	distinct	his	camp	and	social	bands	;
	High	in	his	hand	the	golden	shield	he	^ais'd	:
	Wide	o'er	the	flood	the	strong	effulgence	blaz'd.
	Fir'd	with	new	hopes,	the	joyful	Trojans	spy
	The	shining	orb	;	their	darts	and	jav'lins	fly;
	And	their	loud	clamours	tempest	all	the	sky.
	Less	loud	the	thick-embody'd	cranes	repair,
	In	ranks	embattled,	through	the	clouds	of	air	;
	When,	at	the	signal	giv'n,	they	leave	behind,
	With	rapid	flight,	the	pinions	of	the	wind.
	Amaz'd	stood	Turnns,	and	their	Latian	foes,
	Nor	knew	from	whence	the	sudden	transport	rose	;
	Till	all	th'	advancing	navy	they	survey,
	A	floating	scene,	that	cover'd	half	the	sea.
	From	great	./Eneas'	crest	the	lightnings	stream,
	And	his	bright	helmet	darts	a	ruddy	gleam;
	A	length	of	flames	the	mighty	shield	displays,
	Shoots	fires	on	fires,	and	pours	a	boundless	blaze.
	So	the	dire	comet,	with	portentous	light
	And	baleful	beams,	glares	dreadful	in	the	night:
	So	the	red	dog-star,	when	he	mounts	on	high	,
	And	with	his	fatal	splendour	fires	the	sky,
	Scares	the	pale	nations;	for	his	burning	breath
	parts	down	disease,	blue	pestilence,	and	death.
	But	still,	undaunted,	Turnus	urg'd	the	train,
	To	seize	the	shore,	and	drive	them	to	the	main.
	"	Lo	!	what	you	long	have	wisii'd,	to	prove	your
	might,	[fight	!
	The	hour	!	the	place	!	the	foe	!	the	promis'd
	Your	wives,	your	sons,	your	country	calls	you	on,
	Your	great	forefathers'	glories	and	your	own.
	Now	while,	with	slidd'ring	steps,	to	gain	the	land
	The	Trojans	toil	;	descend	we	to	the	strand	;
	Soon	as	on	yonder	shore	our	bands	appear,
	One	noble	stroke,	my	friends,	shall	nd	the	war	:
	The	brave	command	success."	The	hero	said	:
	Then	with	himself	for	one	cool	moment	weigh'd,
	To	the	bold	task	what	chosen	troops	to	call,
	And	to	what	bands	entrust	the	leaguerM	wall.
	Meantime	the	hero	lands	his	warlike	train	;
	Some	watch,	impatient,	the	retreating	main	;
	Then	vault,	and	seize	the	half-recover'd	shores	;
	Some	slide,	more	vent'rous,	down	the	bending	oars.
	A	place	at	length	the	daring	Tarchon	spy'd,
	"Where	in	smooth	swellings	roll'd	an	easy	tide	;
	There,	as	no	waters	break,	no	billows	roar,
	He	fears	no	shoals,	but	hopes	a	friendly	shore.
	Thither	his	vessels	from	the	deep	he	drew,
	And	eager	thus	exhorts	the	naval	crew	:
	"	Now,	now,	my	friends,	exert	your	utmost	force,
	Ply,	ply	your	oars,	and	urge	the	furious	course.
	Push,	heave	your	desp'rate	gallies	to	the	strand	;
	Plough	with	your	beaks	and	keels	the	hostile	land*
	My	sole	ambition	is	to	gain	the	coast	:
	And	then	no	matter	let	the	ship	be	lost."
	So	spoke	th'	impatient	chief;	and,	as	he	spoke,
	They	ply	their	oars,	and	rise	to	ev'ry	stroke.
	Full	on	the	land	the	rushing	vessels	bore,
	Till	with	their	prows	they	cleave	the	sandy	shore.
	Safe	to	the	shelving	beach	the	gallies	run	;
	All	'scap'd	the	shock,	brave	Tarchon,	but	thy
	own.
	Thy	own	amid	the	shallows	rush'd,	and	there
	Dash'd	on	the	rock,	and	sloping	hunfj	in	air	;
	Prest	by	a	war	of	waves,	her	shatter'd	sides
	Bnrst,	and	the	crew	plunge	headlong	in	the	tides.
	They	swim,	encumber'd	with	their	broken	ours	:
	The	floods	supplant	their	feet,	and	bear	them	from
	the	shores.
	Meantime	against	the	Trojana,	on	the	coast,
	Rrave	Turnus	led	bis	close	embattled	host.
	The	sprightly	trumpets	sound	with	martial	strains^
	When	great	./Eneas	charg'd	the	Latian	swains	;
	The	valiant	Theron	slew,	with	matchless	might,
	The	first	auspicious	omen	of	the	fight,
	A	giant	chief;	his	furious	course	he	held
	Against	the	prince,	the	foremost	of	the	field.
	Fierce	thro'	his	shield	and	mail	(an	op'ning	wide!)
	Flew	the	swift	sword,	and	pierc'd	the	warrior's	side.
	Then	Lycas	bled,	and	stain'd	the	thirsty	shore,
	To	Phoebus	sacred	from	his	natal	hour	;
	Ripp'd	from	the	womb,	the	infant	'scap'd	the	steel	I
	The	man,	unhappy	!	by	the	falchion	fell.
	Gyas	and	Cisseus	next	the	hero	slew,
	As	their	huge	clubs	whole	armies	overthrew,	[fire.
	Vain	was	their	strength,	their	bulk,	their	martial
	Vain	their	Herculean	arms,	and	boasted	sire,
	Alcides'	friend	;	whose	glorious	steps	he	trod,
	While	earth	supply'd	new	monsters	for	the	god.
	As	loudly-vaunting,	haughty	Pharos	stood,
	Fixt	in	his	throat,	the	jav'lin	drank	his	blood.
	On	Cydon	next,	who,	fir'd	with	lawless	joy.
	Fair	Clytius	courted	and	caress'd	the	boy.
	With	all	his	force	the	mighty	hero	drove,
	And	soon	had	finish'd	his	prepost'rous	love	j
	Soon	had	the	youth,	expiring	on	the	shore,
	Sunk,	and	indulg'd	his	guilty	flames	no	more	;
	But	Phorcus'	sons,	seven	valiant	warriors,	flew,
	And	all	at	once	their	rengeful	jav'lins	threw	1
	Some	from	his	buckler	and	his	helm	rebound,
	Some,	turn'd	by	Venus,	glance	upon	the	ground.
	Thus	press'd,	thus	compass'd	round	on	ev'ry	side,
	The	wrathful	prince	to	brave	Achates	cry'd	;
	"	Bring,	bring	those	darts	(not	one	shall	fly	in	vain)
	That	pierc'd	the	Grecians	on	the	Trojan	plain."
	Then	a	long	lance	with	all	his	might	he	cast,
	Through	Maeon's	shield	the	furious	weapon	pass'd	;
	Thro'	the	strong	cuirass	pierc'd	the	hissing	dart,
	Transfixt	his	breast,	and	quiver'd	in	his	heart.
	The	good	Alcanor	lends	his	friendly	hand,
	To	raise	his	grov'ling	brother	from	the	sand	;
	But	wing'd	with	death,	a	second	jav'lin	flies,
	Swift	as	the	first,	and	sings	along	the	skies	;
	Through	his	extended	arm	the	spear	was	flung
	And	by	the	nerves	the	dying	member	hung.
	His	brother	Numitor	the	weapon	drew
	From	the	pale	corse,	and	at	the	victor	threw	;
	The	whizzing	dart	glanc'd	innocently	by,
	But	slightly	raz'd	Achates'	manly	thigh,	[grace,
	Next	Clausus,	flush'd	with	youthful	strength	and
	(Clausus,	the	leader	of	the	Sabine	race)
	Beheld	the	mighty	Dryops	from	afar,
	And	lanoh'd	his	pointed	spear	aloft	in	air,
	Which	pierc'd	his	throat	;	the	purple	hand	of	deaths
	Suppress'd	the	voice,	and	stopp'd	the	vital	breath*
	Headlong	he	falls	;	he	grovels	on	the	shore,
	And	his	pale	mouth	ejects	a	flood	of	gore.
	Still	rushing	on,	the	chief	the	slaughter	spread	>
	By	various	deaths	three	sons	of	Boreas	bled.
	As	many	more,	poor	hapless	youths,	expire	;
	Their	country	Thrace,	and	Idas	was	their	sire,
	Against	the	prince	his	bands	Halesus	leads,
	And	fierce	Messapus	lash'd	his	fiery	steeds.
	In	furious	conflict	mix'd.	both	armies	stand
	On	the	first	verge,	and	margin	of	the	land	;
	They	meet,	they	light;	but	neither	gain,	nor,
	And	level	hung	the	balance	of	the	field.	[yield	\
	As	when	the	winds	from	diff	'rent	quarters	rise,
	Pour	to	the	charge,	and	combat	iu	the	skies,


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	This,	on	the	ground,	the	godlike	Iierokil	I'd	;
	That,	his	mad	courser	cast	upon	the	field.
	Xext,	Tuscan	Valerus,	as	Agis^trode
	Be-fore	the	rahks,	thy	jav'lin	drank	his	blood.
	Tliy	falchion,	Salius,	pierc'd	Atronius'	side	;
	The	hapless	victor	by	Nealces	dy'd,
	Skill-d	or	to	dart	the	lance,	or	bend	the	bow,
	And	reach	from	far	the	unsuspecting	foe.
	The	god	of	war,	in	equal	balance,	held
	The	rage,	the	woes,	and	slaughters	of	the	field.
	Fix'd	on	the	spot,	the	troops	disdain	to	fly;
	By	turns,	the	vanquished	and	the	victors	die.
	From	roalms	of	light,	tli'	immortal	pow'rs	inclin'd
	Their	eyes,	and	mourn	the	havoc	of	mankind!
	Here	Heav'n's	imperial	queen,	and	Venus,	there,
	Lean	forward	from	the	sky	to	view	the	war	;
	While	pale	Tisiphone,	with	dire	alarms,	[arms.
	Inflames	the	rising	rage,	and	calls	the	hosts	to
	Now	his	vast	spear	aloft	Mezentius	held	;
	Haughty	and	high	he	moves,	and	blazes	o'er	the
	So	through	mid	ocean	when	Orion	strides,	[field.
	His	bulk	enormous	tow'rs	above	the	tides	:
	So,	when	he	grasps	in	bis	tremendous	hand
	Some	mountain	oak,	and	stalks	along	the	land,
	Above	the	clouds	his	ample	shoulders	rise,
	And	his	huge	stature	heaves	into	the	skies!
	-Uncas	mark'd	the	hero	from	afar,
	And	through	the	ranks	rush'd	furious	to	the	war.
	The	hero	stands	collected	in	his	might,
	Defies	the	godlike	prince,	and	waits	the	fight.
	Soon	as	he	saw	the	mighty	chief	advance
	Within	due	distance	of	his	flying	lance	:
	*'	Now,	now,	my	spear,	and	conqu'ring	hand,"	he
	*'	(Mezentius	owns	no	deity	beside!)	[cry'd,
	Assist	my	vows	;	succeed	my	martial	toils,
	To	strip	yon	pirate	of	his	bloody	spoils.
	Thou,	Lansus	!	thon,	./Eneas'	arms	shalt	bear,
	A	living	trophy	of	my	deeds	in	war!"
	He	said,	arid	hurl'd	the	jav'lin	o	x	er	the	field,
	That	sung	and	glanc'd	obliquely	from	the	shield	;
	But	held	its	furious	course,	and,	turning	wide,
	Drove	deep	the	point	in	great	Antores'	side	:
	The	great	Antonys	(an	illustrious	name)
	Evander's	guest,	from	ancient	Argos	came;
	Late	in	th'	Arcadian	court	he	made	abode;
	Ale-ides'	former	friend,	and	partner	of	the	god	:
	But	now,	unhappy	!	by	another's	wound
	He	bleeds,	he	falls,	he	welters	on	the	ground	;
	And,	while	he	cast	to	Heav'n	his	swimming	eyes,
	Turns	his	last	thoughts	on	Argos,	as	he	dies	!
	Next,	his	strong	lance	the	pious	Trojan	cast;	.
	Swift	through	the	shining	orb	the	jav'lin	pass'd,
	Through	linen	plaits,	a	triple	brazen	fold,
	And	three	bull-hides,	around	the	buckler	roll'd	;
	Deep	pierc'd	his	groin,	and	there	its	fury	stay'd
	The	streaming	blood	the	chief	with	joy	survey'd	;
	Then	from	the	sheath	the	shining	falchion	drew,
	And	furious	on	the	wounded	monarch	flew.
	This	sees	brave	Lausus,	his	illustrious	son,
	Fears	for	his	danger,	and	forgets	his	own	;
	And,	while	grief,	rage,	and-	love,	his	bosom	fire,
	Sighs,	weeps,	and	runs,	to	disengage	bis	sire.
	Here	then,	if	future	times	will	credit	give,
	Thy	praise,	heroic	youth	!	shall	ever	live	;
	Poor,	pity'd	youth	!	in	life's	first	eaily	bloom,
	Snatch'd	from	the	world,	and	hurry'd	to	the	tomb	!
	Encumber'd	by	the	spear	that	pierc'd	the	shield,
	With	tir'd,	slow	steps,	the	monarch	quits	the	field:
	forth	springs	the	son	against	the	Trojan	lord,
	And	rustt'd	beneath	tbe	long-desceadiDg	nrordj
	Flies	to	prevent	the	meditated	blow,
	And	guard	his	bleeding	father	from	the	foe.
	His	friends,	with	darts,	the	prince	at	distance	ply,
	And	with	their	loud	applauses	rend	the	sky.
	The	hero	rages,	as	the	jav'lins	play'd^
	And	lies	collected	in	the	buckler's	shade.
	As	when	the	rattling	hail,	impetuous,	pours,
	And	the	wide	field	smokes	with	the	rushing	show'rs,
	To	the	safe	shelving	banks	the	swains	repair,
	Or	to	some	cavern'd	rock	;	and,	shelter'd	there,
	Wait	till	the	furious	tempest	break	away	;
	And	then	renew	the	labours	of	the	day.
	So',	ply'd	by	show'rs	of	jav'lins	from	afar,
	The	chief	sustain'd	the	tempest	of	the	war
	On	his	broad	shield	;	and	thus	the	godlike	man
	Exhorts,	and	begs,	and	threats,	the	youth	in	vainj,
	"	Whither,	to	death,	ah	!	whither	wouldst	thou
	run,
	And	tempt	a	hand	far	mightier	than	thy	own	?
	Ah!	yet,	poor	Lausus!	from	the	field	remove;
	You	fly	to	ruin,	urg'd	by	filial	love."
	He	warn'd	in	vain	!	the	youth	the	prince	denes'}
	Till	all	his	dreadful	wrath	began	to	rise	;
	The	fates	prepare	their	shears	;	the	Dardan	lord
	Uusheaths,	and	whirls	aloft	the	thund'ring	sword:
	The	thund'ring	sword,	with	all	his	force	apply'd,
	Furious	he	drove,	and	bury'd	in	his	side.
	The	thrilling	point,	with	boundless	rage	impress'	d,
	Pierc'd	the	light	buckler,	and	the	golden	vest,
	Which	his	fond	mother's	hands	embroider'd	o'er;
	And	his	fair	breast	was	stain'd	with	crimson	gore	:
	The	pensive	spirit	leaves	the	corse	behind,
	Flies	to	the	shades,	and	mixes	with	the	wind.
	But,	when	the	pious	godlike	prince	of	Troy
	Saw,	the	pale	visage	of	the	hapless	boy
	In	death's	last	agonies	;	a	groan	he	drew
	Deep	from	his	heart,	nor	cou'd	he	bear	the	view.
	His	soul	now	melts	with	stern	Mezentius'	woe,
	And	in	the	wretched	sire	forgets	the	foe.
	Then	to	the	boy	he	reach'd	his	band,	and	said,
	"	To	worth	like	thine,	what	honours	can	be	paid'?
	Lamented	youth,	too	early	lost	!	receive
	The	sole	reward	a	gen'rousfoe	can	give:
	Lo	!	I	restore	thy	arms,	unhappy	boy	!
	Thy	sword	and	buckler,	late	thy	only	joy	:
	Yet,	Lausus,	ev'n	in	death,	be	this	your	pride,
	That	by	the	great	.^Eneas'	hand	you	dy'd."
	Then	round	the	corse	he	calls	his	social	train,
	And	rears	himself	the	warrior	from	the	plain.
	But	ah	!	how	uhang'd	!	with	blood	disfigur'd	o'er;
	And	his	fair	tre?ses	all	deform'd	with	gore	!
	Meantime,	retir'd	to	Tyber's	flow'ry	bounds,
	In	the	cool	stream	to	bathe	his	glowing	wounds,
	The	wretched	father	(father	now	no	more	!)
	In	sullen	sorrow	rested	on	the	shore	;
	Lean'd	on	an	oak,	with	pain	and	anguish	stung	1	,
	And	from	a	bough	his	brazen	helmet	hung.
	His	heavier	arms	lie	scatter'*!	o'er	the	plain	;
	Round	the	sad	monarch	wait	the	duteous	train:
	As	(o'er	his	breast	his	hoary	beard	dcclin'd)
	The	chief	enjoy'd	the	freshness	of	the	wind	j
	Much	of	his	Lausus,	asks	the	pensive	sire;
	Sends	oft	in	vain,	and	warns	him	to	retire.
	When	lo	!	his	soldiers	bear	him	on	a	shield,
	Pale,	stretch'd	in	death,	and	breathless,	from	th$
	field.
	Deep	in	his	side	appear'd	the	grisly	wound	;
	His	groaning	friends	attend,	and	mourn	around,
	Far	off,	that	peal	of	groans	the	father	knew,
	And	dust	o'er	all	his	hoary	lockq	he,	thrcv	;


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	62T
	Him	when	-the	Daunian	hero	spy'd	from	far,
	First	a	light	dart	he	lanch'd	in	open	air,
	Stops	the	fleet	steeds,	and,	furious,	quits	the	car;
	Stood	o'er	the	Trojan,	prostrate	as	he	lay,
	Trod	on	his	neck,	and	wrench'd	the	sword	away.
	Then	through	his	throat	the	deadly	falchion	thrust,
	And	thus	insults	him	grov'ling	in	the	dust	:
	"	Lie	there	!	possess	the	land	thy	valour	gains	!
	And	measure,	at	thy	length,	our	Latian	plains	!
	Such,	such	deserv'd	rewards	I	still	bestow,
	When	call'd	to	battle,	on	the	vaunting	foe	;
	Thus	may	you	build	your	town,	and	thus	enjoy
	These	realms,	ye	proud	presumptuous	sons	of
	Troy	!""
	Next,	by	his	flying	spear	Asbutes	bled	:
	A.	second	lance	laid	mighty	Chlcerus	dead.
	In	Dares'	breast	he	plung'd	the	pointed	steel,
	And	sent	the	bold	Thersilochus	to	Hell	:
	Then	pierc'd	Thymcetes	with	a	fatal	wound,
	Whose	flound'ring	steed	had	cast	him	to	the
	;	ground.
	As	o'er	th'	jEgean	deeps	when	Boreas	roars,
	And	rolls	the	waves	tumultuous	to	the	shores,
	The	driving	clouds	before	the	whirlwind	tiy,
	And	break,	and	scatter,	through	the	ruffled	sky	:
	So	where	bold	Turnus	rush'd,	inflam'd	with	ire,
	Their	orders	scatter,	and	whole	hosts	retire.
	Whirl'd	on	his	rapid	car,	the	hero	gains
	New	rage,	new	vigour,	as	he	sweeps	the	plains.
	High	o'er	his	helm	his	crimson	crest,	inelin'd
	By	ev'ry	breath,	nods	dreadful	in	the	wind.
	No	more,	in	proud	disdain,	cou'd	Phegeus	bear
	To	see	the	hero	rule	the	tide	of	war;
	But,	rashly	furious,	to	the	car	proceeds,
	Seiz'd	the	loose	reins,	and	tnrn'd	the	flying	steeds.
	Him,	as	suspended	on	the	yoke	he	hung,
	B.y	the	swift	chariot	dragg'd	in	dust	along,
	Through	the	bor'd	corslet,	the	sharp	jav'lin	found,
	And	rais'd	the	warrior	with	a	slender	wound.
	Yet	with	his	shield	oppos'd	he	dares	the	blow,
	And	with	his	brandish'd	sword	assaults	the	foe.
	The	whirling	wheels,	with	fiery	speed	impell'd,
	Soon	shoot	him	headlong	on	the	sanguine	field.
	Swift	Turnus	follow'd,	and	his	falchion	drew;
	Between	the	ruirass	and	the	head	it	flew	:
	The	gushing-	blood	distains	the	sands	around,
	And	the	pale	trunk	lay	grov'ling	on	the	ground.
	Thus	while	the	conqu'ring	chief	his	progress	held,
	Rag'd,	storm'd,	and	reign'd	the	master	of	the
	Achates,	Mnestheus,	and	the	royal	heir,	[field	;
	Attend	the	Trojan	prince	with	duteous	care,
	(As	propt,	and	leaning	on	the	spear,	he	went)
	And	plac'd	the	bleeding	hero	in	the	tent.
	"The	steel,	deep	riveted,	with	eager	hands
	He	tugs	impatient,	and	their	aid	demands,
	More	wide	to	lay	the	wound,	a	passage	bare,
	Unroot	the	dart,	and	send	him	to	the	war.
	Now	came	lapis	to	relieve	his	pain,
	Of	oM	by	Phoebus	lov'd,	nor	lov'd	in	vain.
	Oi>	whom	the	god	had	proffer'd	to	bestow
	His	lyre,	his	bays,	his	prescience,	and	his	bow.
	IJut	(to	prolong	his	drooping	father's	days)
	The	youth	refus'd	his	arrows,	lyre,	and	bays,
	And	prescient	skill	;	but	chose	the	healing	part,
	A.	silent,	useful,	though	inglorious	art.
	Unmov'd	with	all	the	sorrow	and	the	care
	Of	friends,	attendants,	and	the	royal	heir,
	His	mighty	spear,	th'	impatient	chief	sustains,
	"Who	.grinds	lib;	teeth	for	rage,	nor	heeds	the	glo\v-
	.	iu	p:uus.
	The	sage	now	hastens	to	the	task	assign'd,
	And	first	dispatchful	tucks	his	robes	behind	;
	Tries	all	the	vegetable	pow'rs	around,
	To	cool	the	smart,	and	mitigate	the	wound.
	His	hands	solicit	now	with	tender	art	;
	Now	tug	in	vain	with	vigour	at	the	dart',	fpray'r;
	At	length	he	pvay'd	;	nor	Phoabus	heard	the
	And	nearer	every	moment	pour'd	the	war,
	Thick	and	more	thick	the	growing	horrours	rise	;
	A	cloud	of	dust	involves	the	golden	skies.	[nigh.
	The	trampling	steeds,	the	thund'ring	foes,	drew
	And	'midst	the	camp	the	show'ring	jav'lins	fly-
	The	mingling	cries	from	ev'ry	part	resound	j
	Some	shout,	some	groan,	some	gasp	upon	the.
	ground.
	Now,	touch'd	with	pity	for	the	hero's	pain,
	Descends	the	goddess	mother	on	the	plain.
	A	branch	of	sov'reign	dittany	she	bore,
	From	Ida	gather'd,	on	the	Cretan	shore.
	Luxuriant	leaves	the	taper	stalk	array	;
	The	stalk	in	flow'rs	;	the	flow'rs	in	purple	gay.
	The	goats,	when	pierc'd	at	distance	by	the	dart,
	Apply	the	med'cine	to	the	wounded	part.
	This	juice,	while	clouds	conceal	her	radiant	face,
	The	queen	infuses	in	the	golden	vase	!
	Tempers	with	scented	panacee	the	whole,
	And	with	ambrosial	liquors	crowns	the	bowL
	Nor	knew	the	sage	the	succour	that	he	found,
	But	with	the	balmy	mixture	bathes	the	wound.
	At	once	the	throbbing	anguish	past	away;
	Stanch'd	was	the	blood,	and	in	the	bottom	lay.
	The	dart,	though	deeply	rooted,	at	command
	Moves	up,	and	answers	the	physician's	hand.
	His	former	vigour	now	succeeds	to	pain,
	And	life	burns	bright	in	all	her	pow'rs	again,
	lapis	first	perceiv'd	th'	immortal	art,
	That	cool'd	the	raging	pangs,	and	clos'd	the	part,
	Raptur'd	he	saw	the	cure	;	and	first	impell'd
	The	prince,	renew'd	in	courage,	to	the	field.
	"	Arms	for	the	chief,"	he	cries,	"	prepare	his	arms;
	And	instant	send	him	to	the	dire	alarms.
	This	cure,	great	hero,	is	no	work	of	mine,
	Not	mortal	art,	but	done	by	hands	divine.
	Thy	life	some	guardian	god	has	made	his	care,
	Who	sends	thee	back	to	fight,	and	conquer	in	th^
	war."
	The	fierce,	impatient	prince	had	cover'd	o'er
	His	manly	legs	with	golden	greaves	before.
	Now,	all	on	fire,	his	mighty	lance	he	took,
	And	in	his	hand	the	pond'rous	weapon	shook.
	High	on	his	arm	the	heav'nly	shield	he	rais'd	;
	And	on	his	breast	the	radiant	cuirass	blaz'd.
	Then,	with	a	close	embrace,	he	strain'd	his	son	;
	And	kiss'd	hi.n	thro'	his	helm,	and	thus	begun	:
	"	From	me	true	courage,	and	in	camps	to	dare^
	From	others	learn,	my	son,	success	in	war.
	I	go	to	labour	in	the	bloody	fray,
	To	fight,	and	guard	thee,	in	the	dreadful	day;
	To	crown	thee	with	a	bright	immortal	name;
	To	teach	thy	youth	the	glorious	paths	to	faina.
	Thou,	in	thy	riper	years,	the	virtues	trace,
	And	copy	all	the	worthies	of	thy	race.
	Thy	soul	may	Hector	and	/Eneas	fire,
	Thy	godlike	uncle,	and	thy	martial	sire	!"
	So	spoke	the	hero,	and,	by	rage	impell'd,
	Tow'r'd	from	the	tent,	majestic,	to	the	field	;
	Shook	an	husre	jav'lin	in	his	vig'rous	hand;
	And	with	their	chief	pour'd	forth	the	martial	band.
	Antheus	and	Mnestheus	led	th'	embattled	tr^in,
	And	all	rush'd	furious	to	the	dcathf	til	luiiv


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	PITT'S	TRANSLATION
	Beneath	the	warriors	groans	the	trembling	ground,
	And	clouds	of	dust	involve	the	region	round.
	Now	Turnus	and	his	host	the	foe	beheld
	From	a	high	mound,	advancing	o'er	the	field.
	Th'	astonish'd	troops	a	gen'ral	fear	confounds	;
	But	first	his	sister	heard	the	dreadful	sounds.
	Too	well	she	knew	the	dire	alarms	from	far,
	And	trembling	fled	before	the	moving	war.
	Fierce,	with	their	leaders,	march	the	Trojan	train	;
	And	the	black	squadrons	darken	all	the	plain.
	As	when	some	tempest	o'er	mid	ocean	roars,
	.And,	wing'd	with	whirlwinds,	gathers	to	the	shores	5
	With	boding	hearts	the	peasants	hear	from	far
	The	sullen	murmurs	of	the	distant	war;
	Foresee	the	harvests	levell'd	with	the	ground,
	And	all	the	forests	spread	in	ruins	round	;
	Swift	to	the	land	the	hollow	grumbling	wind
	Flies,	and	proclaims	the	furious	storm	behind.
	So	swift,	so	furious,	great	./Eneas	flew,
	And	led	against	the	foes	the	martial	crew.
	The	thick'ning	squadrons,	wedg'd	in	close	array,
	In	one	black	body	win	their	desp'rate	way.
	By	Mnestheus	slain,	in	dust	Archesius	lies,
	And	by	Thymbrsms'	sword	Osiris	dies.
	Next	Gyas'	lance	the	mighty	Ufens	sped,
	And	Epulo	by	brave	Achates	bled.
	Ev'n	curs'd	Tolumnius	fell,	whose	fatal	spear,
	Lanch'd	at	the	Dardan	host,	rcnew'd	the	war.
	A	peal	of	shouts,	tumultuous,	tore	the	sky,
	And	o'er	the	field	the	pale	Rutulians	fiy.
	But	with	disdain	the	Trojan	hero	glows	;
	Nor	wastes	his	vengeance	on	inferior	foes.
	He	scorns	to	fight	the	few	who	stand	their	ground,
	Or	in	their	backs	the	flying	crowds	to	wound	:
	Turnus,	and	him	alone,	heralls	aloud
	To	fight,	and	hunts	him	through	the	dusty	cloud.
	On	this,	his	anxious	sister,	seiz'd	with	fear,
	Murl'd	from	his	lofty	seat	the	charioteer,
	Metiscus	the	renown'd	;	tost	far	away,
	The	wond'ring	chief	beneath	the	harness	lay,
	Herself	assumes	his	armour,	voice,	and	air	;
	Snatches	the	reins,	and	vaults	into	the	car.
	As	the	black	swallow,	that,	in	quest	of	prey,
	Round	the	proud	palace	wings	her	wanton	way,
	When	for	her	children	she	provides	the	feast,
	To	still	the	clamours	of	the	craving	nest;
	Now	wild	excursions	round	the	cloytter	takes;
	Now,	sportive	winds,	or	skims	along	the	lakes	:
	So	flies	the	goddess	on	the	rapid	car,
	From	side	to	side,	and	traverses	the	war	:
	Now	here,	now	there,	she	brings	the	chief	to	sight;
	But	still	she	turns	him	from	the	fatal	fight.
	Nor	less	the	prince	unravels	all	her	ways,
	And	hunts	his	foes	through	ev'ry	various	maze	;
	Thrids	all	the	shifting	course,	and	breaks	the	crowd
	With	furious	speed,	and	calls	the	chief	aloud.
	Oft	has	hespy'd	him,	and	approach'd	the	car;
	As	oft	his	sister	plung'd	amid	the	war.
	Where'er	the	Trojan	hero	bends	his	course	5
	Averse	the	goddess	turns	the	flying	horse.
	What	should	he	do?	a	thousand	thoughts	divide
	His	wav'ring	soul,	that	points	to	ev'ry	side	!
	When	lo	!	Messapus	cross'd	him	in	the	field,
	And	in	his	hand	two	shining	jav'lins	held.
	One,	at	the	prince,	with	levell'd	aim,	he	threw	:
	Beneath	his	shield	the	cautious	prince	withdrew	;
	|/)w	bending	on	his	knee,	secure	he	lay	;
	But	the	swift	jav'lin	strikes	his	plume	away.
	Then,	when	the	meditated	fraud	he	view'd,
	That	still	his	rival	fled,	ai	hepursu'd;
	He	first	invok'd	the	thund'rer	to	redress
	The	rites	profan'd,	and	violated	peace	;
	Then	rush'd	amid	the	train	;	nor	check	nor	bouul
	His	fury	knew,	but	stretch'dthe	slaughter	round..
	The	faithless	fe<;	he	thinks	it	vain	to	spare,
	And,	fir'd	with	vengeance,	gives	a	loose	to	war.
	What	god	will	now	inspire	me,	to	display
	The	rage	of	death,	and	horrours	of	the	day	?
	What	crowds	of	heroes	p-	rish'd	or.	the	plain,
	By	mighty	Turnus,	and	.Eneas,	slain	!
	Was	it	thy	will	the	nations	should	engage
	(Great	sire	of	Heav'n)	with	such	unbounded	raga	?
	So	soon	from	war	and	violence	to	cease,
	Leagu'd	in	a	bond	of	everlasting	peace	?
	./Eneas	first	slew	Sucro	in	the	fight,
	Whose	sword	had	turn'd	the	Trojan	troops	to	flight.
	With	a	swift	stroke,	and	all	his	force	apply'd,
	He	plung'd	the	deadly	falchion	in	his	side.
	Then,	with	his	brother,	Amycus	was	kill'd,
	Cast	from	their	steed	by	Turnus	on	the	field.
	With	the	long	lance,	this	tow'ring	chfef	he	gor'd	t
	Thro*	that,	impetuous,	drove	the	pointed	sword	:
	Then,	on	his	chariot	hung,	in	triumph	bore
	Their	heads	aloft,	that	dropp'd	with	livid	gore	:
	Next,	at	one	charge,	on	three	bold	chiefs	he	flew^
	Talos,	and	Tanais,	and	Cethegus,	slew.
	With	them,	of	Theban	race,	Onytes	fell,
	Fair	Peridia's	son	;	and	sunk	to	Hell.
	Then	bled	two	brothers,	who	from	Lycia	cdmc	;
	Nor	their	own	Phoebus	could	prevent	their	doom.
	Next	poor	Menoetes	by	his	arm	was	slain,
	Who	shunn'd	so	Jong	the	dreadful	war	in	vain	;
	A	skilful	angler;	once	he	made	abode,
	Bless'd	with	content,	by	Lerna's	plenteous	flood.
	There	dress'd	his	father,	to	the	great	unknown,
	A	stranger	field,	and	furrows	not	his	own.
	As	the	fierce	flames	through	the	tall	forest	fly,
	This	way	and	that,	and	kindle	all	the	sky	;
	Or	rapid	torrents	from	the	mountains	sweep,
	Roar	down	the	sides,	and	thunder	to	the	deep	;
	With	weight	resistless,	and	destructive	sway,
	O'er	half	a	ruin'd	country	break	their	way	:
	So	through	the	field,	in	diff	'rent	parts	engag'd,
	As	swift	and	fierce	the	rival	heroes	rag'd.
	They	burst	with	wrath	;	they	rise	to	ev'ry	blow	;
	They	send	their	souls	with	ev'ry	lance	they	throw,
	A	rock's	vast	weight	the	great	./Eneas	threw	:
	Th'	enormous	fragment	like	a	whirlwind	flew,
	And	hurl'd	Murranus	on	the	ground,	who	brings
	His	vaunted	lineage	from	the	Latian	kings.
	Headlong	the	warrior	from	the	chariot	flies
	Amidst	the	harness,	and	encumber'd	lies:
	The	coursers	startle	at	the	flaming	sword	;
	Paw	down,	and	trample	on	their	dying	lord.
	On	Hyllus,	Turnus	rush'd	with	all	his	might,
	As,	fir'd	with	rage,	the	chief	advanc'd	to	fight.
	Full	at	his	golden	helmet,	o'er	the	plain
	The	jav'liu	flew,	and	stung	him	to	the	brain	:
	Nor	thee,	the	bravest	of	the	Grecian	band,
	Thy	Valour,	Creteus,	sav'd	from	Turnus'	hand	!
	Next	fell	the	priest	Cupencus	in	the	strife,
	Nor	his	own	gods	could	guard	his	sacred	life	;
	Full	in	his	breast	^neas	plung'd	the	dart,
	That	pierc'd	the	shield,	and	quiver'd	in	his	heart.
	Then	bled	great	JEolus,	by	Turnus	kill'd,
	And	sunk,	a	bulk	enormous	on	the	field	!
	Whom	not	the	Grecian	heroes	could	destroy,
	Nor	all	their	armies,	in	the	wars	of	Troy,
	Nor	great	Achilles	with	his	vengeful	steel,
	Though	by	hu	arm	the	Phrygian	empire	fell.


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	(Full	well	he	knew	what	cruel	fate	ordain'd	;
	But	dreaded	more	than	death	his	honour	stain'd)
	The	son	of	Pho?bus	by	some	stolen	embrace,
	And	number'd	too	with	^Eohis's	race.
	He	learn'd	his	art	prophetic	from	his	sire,
	Omens	from	birds,	and	prodigies	from	fire.	180
	Illustrious	Pollux,	fam'd	for	martial	force,
	And	Castor,	skill'd	to	guide	the	rapid	horse,
	jEtolian	Leda	sent	from	Sparta's	shore	:
	Both	at	one	birth	in	Tyndarus'	house	she	bore.
	No	boding	fears	her	generous	mind	depress'd;
	She	thought	like	them	whom	Jove's	embrace	had
	Lynceus	and	Idas,	from	Arene's	wall	[bless'd.
	Heard	Fame's	loud	summons,	and	obey'd	her	call:
	The	sons	of	Aphareus,	of	matchless	might,
	But	Lynceus	stands	renown'd	for	piercing	sight:
	So	keen	his	beam,	that	ancient	fables	tell,	191
	He	saw,	thro'	Earth,	the	wondrous	depths	of	Hell.
	With	these	bold	Periclymenus	appears,
	The	son	of	Neleus,	most	advanc'd	in	years
	Of	all	bis	race;	his	sire's	unconquer'd	pride:
	Him	with	vast	strength	old	ocean's	lord	supply'd,
	And	gave	the	power,	when	hard	in	battle	press'd,
	*To	take	whatever	form	might	suit	him	best.
	From	Tegea's	towers,	where	bore	Aphidas	sway,
	Amphjdamas	and	Cepheus	took	their	\vay,	200
	The	sons	of	Aleus	both	;	and	with	them	went
	Anca-'us,	by	his	sire	Lycurgus	sent.
	Of	those	the	brother,	and	by	birth	the	first,
	Was	good	Lycurgus	;	tenderly	he	nurs'd
	His	sire	at	home;	but	bade	his	gallant	son
	"With	the	bold	chiefs	the	race	of	glory	run.
	On	his	broad	back	a	bear's	rough	spoils	he	wore,
	And	in	his	hand	a	two-edg'd	pole-axe	bore,
	Which,	that	the	youth	might	in	no	danger	share,
	Were	safe	secreted	by	his	grandshe's	care.	210
	Augeas	too,	lord	of	the	Elean	coast,
	Sail'd,	brave	associate,	with	the	warlike	host.
	Rich	in	possessions,	of	his	riches	proud,
	Fame	says	his	being	to	the	Sun	he	ow'd.
	Ardent	he	wish'd	to	see	the	Colchian	shore,
	And	old	jeta	who	the	sceptre	bore.
	Asterius	and	Amphion,	urg'd	by	fame,
	The	valiant	sons	of	Hyperasius,	came
	From	fair	Pellene,	built	in	days	of	yore
	By	Pelle'sgrandsire	on	the	lofty	shore.	220
	From	Taenarus,	that	yawns	with	gulf	profound,
	Eupheuius	came,	for	rapid	race	renown'd.
	fey	Neptune	forc'd,	Europa	give	him	birth,
	Daughter	to	Tityus,	hugest	son	of	Earth.
	Whene'er	he	skimm'd	along	the	watery	plain,
	With	feet	junbath'd	he	swept	the	surging	main,
	Scarce	brush'd	the	surface	of	the	briny	dew,
	And	light	along	the	liquid	level	Hew.
	Two	other	sons	of	Neptune	join'd	the	host,
	This	from	Miletus	on	th'	Ionian	coast,	230
	Erginus	riam'd,	but	that	from	Samos	came,
	Juno's	lov'd	isle,	Ancaeus	was	his	name;
	Illustrious	chiefs,	and	both,	renown'd	afar
	For	the	joint	arts	of	sailing	and	of	war.
	Young	Meleager,	(Eneus'	warlike	son,
	And	sage	Laocoon	march'd	from	Calydon.
	From	the	same	father	he	and	(Eneus	sprung;
	JBut	on	the	breasts	of	different	mothers	hung.
	Him	CEneus	purpos'd	with	his	son	to	send,
	A	wise	companion,	and	a	faithful	friend.	240
	Thus	to	the	royal	chiefs	his	name	he	gave,
	And	green	in	years	was	number'd	with	the	brave.
	Had	he	coutinu'd	but	one	summer	move
	A	martial	pupil	on	th'	jEtoliaii	shore,
	First	on	the	lists	of	fame	the	youth	had	shone,
	Or	own'd	superior	Hercules	alone.
	His	uncle	too,	well-skill'd	the	dart	to	throw,
	And	in	th'	embattled	plain	resist	the	foe,
	Iphiclus,	venerable	Thestius'	son,
	Join'd	the	young	chief,	and	boldly	led	him	on.	25(1
	The	son	of	Lernus,	Palaemonius,	came,
	Olenian	Lernus	;	but	the	voice	of	Fame
	Whispers,	that	Vulcan	was	the	hero's	sire,
	And	therefore	limps	he	like	the	god	of	fire.
	Of	nobler	port	or	valour	none	could	boast;
	He	added	grace	to	Jason's	godlike	host.
	From	Phocis	Iphitus	with	ardour	press'd
	To	join	the	chiefs;	great	Jason	was	his	guest,
	When	to	the	Delphic	Oracle	he	went,
	Consulting	fate,	and	anxious	for	tn'	event.	260
	Zetes	and	Calais	of	royal	race,
	Whom	Orithyia	bore	in	wintry	Thrace
	To	blustering	Boreas	in	his	airy	hall,
	Heard	Fame's	loud	summons,	and	obey'd	the	call.
	Erectheus,	who	th'	Athenian	sceptre	sway'd,
	Was	parent	of	the	violated	maid,
	Whom	dancing	with	h,	r	mates	rude	Boreas	stole,
	Where	the	fam'd	waters	of	liissus	roll	;
	And	to	his	rock-fenc'd	SarpeJonian	cave
	Convey'd	her,	where	Erginus	pours	his	wave:	270
	There,	circumfus'd	in	gloom	and	grateful	shade,
	The	god	of	tempests	woo'd	the	gentle	maid.
	They,	when	on	tip-toe	rais'd,	in	act	to	fty,
	Like	the	light-pinion'd	vagrants	of	the	sky,
	Wav'd	their	dark	wings,	and,	wondrous	to	behold!
	Display'd	each	plume	distinct	with	drops	ofg;;>ld;
	While	down	their	backs,	of	bright	cerulean	hue,
	Loose	in	the	winds	their	wanton	tresses	flew.
	Not	long	with	Pelias	young	Acastus	stay'd;
	He	left	his	sire	to	lend	the	Grecians	aid.	280
	Argus,	whom	Palias	with	her	gifts	inspir'd,
	Follow'd	his	friend,	with	equal	glory	fii'd.
	Such	the	compeers	of	Jason,	highly	fam'd;
	And	all	these	demigods	were	Minyans	nam'd.
	The	most	illustrious	heroes	of	the	host
	Their	lineage	from	the	seed	of	Miuyas	boast	:
	For	Mianys'	daughter,	Clymena	the	fair,
	Alcimcda,	great	Jason's	mother,	bare.
	When	all	was	furnish'd	by	the	busy	band
	Which	vessels	destin'd	for	the	main	demand;	290
	The	heroes	from	Iblcos	bent	then	way,
	To	the	fam'd	port,	the	Pugasa?an	bay
	And	deeprenviron'd	with	thick-gathering	crowds,
	They	shone	like	stars	resplendent	thro'	the	clouds.
	Then	thus	among	the	rout,	with	wondering	look,
	Some	swain	survey	'd	the	bright-arm'd	chiefs	and
	spoke	:
	"	Say,	what	can	Pelias,	mighty	Jove,	intend,
	Far,	far	from	Greece	so	great	a	force	to	send	!
	Sure,	should	./Beta	spurn	the	sons	of	Greece,
	And	to	their	claims	refuse	thegolden	fleece,	300
	That	self-same	day	shall	see	his	palace,	crown'd
	W	r	ith	glittering	turrets,	levell'd	to	the>	ground.
	But	endless	toils	pursue	them	as	they	go,
	And	Fate	hath	mark'd	their	desperate	steps	with
	woe."
	Thus,	when	he	saw	the	delegated	bands,
	Spoke	the	rude	swain	with	heaven-uplifted	handss
	The	gentler	females	thus	the	gods	implore	;
	*'	Safe	may	they	reach	again	their	native	shore:"
	And	thus	some	matron	mild	her	mind	express'd	;
	(Tears	in	her	eye,	and	terrours	at	her	breast)	310
	"	Unfortunate	Ajcimeda,	thy	fate
	NQW	frowns	malignant,	tto*	it	frowns'	so	latej


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	With	kind	complacence	treat	the	godlike	crew,
	Meet	not	in	arms,	but	pay	them	honours
	due!"	1260
	Scarce	had	the	down	the	monarch's	cheeks	o'er-
	spread	;
	No	children	yet	had	bless'd	the	nuptial	bed.
	Clita,	his	lovely	queen,	the	young,	the	fair,
	Renown'd	for	beauty,	and	her	golden	hair,
	Sprung	from	Percosian	Merops,	still	remains-
	A	stranger	to	Lucina's	cruel	pains.
	Late	from	her	father's	court	the	king	convey'd,
	With	ample	dower	enrich'd,	the	blameless	maid;
	Yet	he	neglects	the	genial	bed,	and	feasts,
	All	fears	tar	banishing,	with	foreign	guests.	1270
	Oft	he	inquires	of	Pelias'	stern	command,
	And	why	the	heroes	left	their	native	land.
	As	oft	they	ask'd	what	cities	neighbouring	lay,
	And	in	Propontis	which	the	safest	bay.
	But	scanty	knowledge	could	the	king	bestow,
	Tho'	it	behov'd	them	much	these	truths	to	know.
	When	morning	rose,	the	Dindymean	steep
	Some	mount,	to	view	the	navigable	deep,
	And	all	its	winding	bays;	the	road	they	came
	They	honour'd	%vith	illustrious	Jason's	name.	1280
	The	chiefs,	who	chose	aboard	the	ship	to	stay,
	Remov'd	her	from	the	moorings	where	she	lay.
	Mean	while	the	sons	of	Earth,	a	numerous	train,
	From	their	bleak	mountains	rush	into	the	plain,
	Besiege	the	pervious	bay,	and	strive	to	block
	Its	mouth	with	massy	fragments	from	the	rock;
	Intending	there	Thessa'ia's	pine	to	keep
	Hemm'd	up,	like	some	huge	monster	of	the	deep.
	But	Hercules	remained;	his	bow	he	drew,
	And	heaps	of	giants	with	his	arrows	slew.	1290
	The	rest	enrag'd,	rough,	rocky	fragments	tore,
	HurFd	high	in	air,	and	thunder'd	from	the	shore.
	(This	labour	still	fur	Hercules	remain'd,
	By	JUDO,	Jove's	imperial	queen,	ordain'd)
	And	fiercely	now	the	glowing	battle	burn'd,
	When	lu!	the	chiefs	from	Dindymus	returned,
	Attack'd	the	desperate	giants	in	the	rear,
	And	dealt	destruction	with	the	dart	and	spear;
	Till	Earth's	fierce	sons,	defil'd	with	wounds	and
	gore,
	Dropp'd	dead;	their	bodies	cover'd	half	the
	shore.	1300
	As	near	the	sea's	broad	brink,	with	sturdy	strokes,
	Assiduous	woodmen	fell	aspiring	oaks;
	Then	draw	them	in	due	order	from	the	flood,
	And	thus	well	drench'd	they	cleave	with	ease	the
	wood	:
	Thus	at	the	entrance	of	the	hoary	bay,
	The	frequent	corse	of	many	a	giant	lay;
	Some,	tumbled	headlong,	made	the	sea	their	grave,
	While	their	legs	rose	above	the	briny	wave;
	Some	o'er	the	sands	their	horrid	visage	show,
	Their	feet	deep-rooted	in	the	mud	below.	J310
	Thus	their	huge	trunks	afford	abundant	fare
	To	Neptune's	fishes,	and	the	birds	of	air.
	S.!on	as	concluded	was	the	bloody	fray,
	And	favouring	breezes	call'd	the	chiefs	away,
	They	Joos'd;	o'er	swelling	ocean	southern	gales
	Breath'd	all	day	long,	^and	fill'd	their	bellying
	sails.
	Night	rose,	the	favouring	gales	no	longer	last,
	7'he	ship	drives	backward	with	the	stormy	blast.
	Again	they	harbour	on	the	friendly	coast,
	Where	late	the	Dolians	eutertain'd	the	host;	1320
	And	round	the	rock	the	steady	cable	bind,
	The	lock	cv'u	wow	to	sacred	feme	consign'd.
	Here	thro'	the	gloom	of	night	again	they	came,
	And	knew	not	that	the	country	was	the	same.
	sTor	knew	the	Dolians,	so	dark	night	prevail'd,
	n	hat	back	to	Cyzicum	the	Greeks	had	saii'd;
	3ut	deem'd	the	chiefs	a	hand	of	Macrian	foe:
	To	arms	they	call,	and	force	to	force	oppose.
	A	gleamy	lustre	glanc'd	along	the	field,
	While	spear	met	spear,	and	shield	encounter'^
	shield.	1330
	n	sun-scorch'd	bushes	thus	the	bickering	blaze
	r	lames	forth,	and	crackling	on	the	branches	preys.
	)ire	was	the	conflict;	on	the	fatal	plain
	Their	prince,	alas!	was	number'd	with	the	slain,
	lis	queen	and	bridal	bed	beheld	he	ne'er	again.
	7	or	Jason	spy'd	the	prince	advancing	near,
	And	thro'	his	bosom	plung'd	the	furious	spear	j
	The	ribs	it	broke,	and	circumscrib'd	his	date,
	iVing'd	with	th'	inevitable	will	of	fate.
	7	ate,	like	a	wall,	devoted	man	surrounds,	134O
	And	fast	confines	him	in	its	circling	bounds,
	himself	he	deem'd,	in	that	disorder'd	fight,
	Vainly	he	deem'd	!	protected	by	the	night	:
	The	favouring	night,	alas!	produc'd	his	bane,
	\nd	chiefs	unnumber'd	with	their	prince	were
	slain.
	7	or	Hercules,	with	his	all-conquering	bow,
	Dispatch'd	Telecles	to	the	shades	below,
	And	Megabrontes:	by	Acastus'	hand
	-ale	Sphodris	lay	extended	on	the	strand.
	Peleus	to	Pluto's	dark	dominions	gave	1350
	e!ys	the	hardy,	and	Gephyrus	brave.
	Bold	Telamon,	well-skill'd	the	lance	to	wield,
	Left	Basileus	expiring	on	the	field.
	Next	Idas	vanquished	Promeus	by	his	side;
	By	warlike	Clytius	Hyacinthus	died.
	Fair	Leda's	sons,	in	bloody	combat	skill'd,
	Fierce	Megalossacus	and	Phlogius	kill'd.
	And	Meleager	added	two	to	these,
	tymoneus	and	valiant	Artaces.
	These	all	were	chiefs	in	fighting	fields	ap-
	prov'd,	1360
	Deplor'd	as	heroes,	and	as	brothers	lov'd.
	The	rest	for	safety	on	their	flight	rely;
	(As	trembling	doves	before	the	falcon	fly)
	Then	to	the	city-gates	tumultuous	press,
	And	raise	the	piercing	cry	of	deep	distress;
	The	city	mourn'd:	they	deem'd,	return'd	from	far,
	That	hostile	Macrians	had	renew'd	the	war.
	But	when	the	rosy	morn	began	to	wake,
	All	found	their	irretrievable	mistake.
	Heart-rending	grief	oppress'd	the	Grecian
	train,	1370
	To	see	the	hospitable	monarch	slain,
	A	clay-cold	corse,	extended	on	the	shore,
	Deform'd	with	dust,	and	all	besmear'd	with	gore.
	The	Greeks	and	Dolians,	sunk	in	deep	despair,
	Mourn	three	long	days,	and	rend	their	graceful
	hair.
	A	tomb	they	rear	upon	the	rising	ground,
	And	clad	in	brazen	arms	thrice	march	around;
	Then	for	the	monarch,	on	Limonia's	plain,
	Of	rites	observant,	funeral-games	ordain.
	There	stands	the	tomb,	adoni'd	with	honours	due,
	Which	distant	ages	will	with	sorrow	view.	1381
	When	the	sad	news	at	Ciita's	eararriv'd,
	Not	long	the	queen	the	monarch's	fate	surviv'd;
	But	woe	augmenting,	round	her	neck	she	tied
	The	noose	dishonest,	and	unseemly	died.
	Her	mournful	dirge	the	weeping	Dryads	sung,
	While	Dimly	mus	w,th	lamentations	rung;