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VOL. XXIII.

EDINBURGH:

Printed for A. KINCAID and W. C R E E C H, and J. BALFOUR. M, DCC, LXXIII. i THE

ILIAD

O F HOMER,

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ALEXANDER POPE, E%

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Te fequor, O Graiae gentis decus! inquc tuis nunc Fixa pedum pono preffis venigia llgnis: Hon ita certandi cupidus, quam propter amorem, Quod te imitari aveo- Luc RET.

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Printed for A. KINCAID and W. CREECH, and J. BALFOUR. M, DCC, LXXIIL

THE

ILIAD.

BOOK I.

THE ARGUMENT.

The contention of Achilles and Agamemnon.

In the war of Troy, the Greeks having facked feme,of the neighbouring towns, and taken from thence two beautiful captures, Chryfeis and Brifeis, allot- ted the firft to Agamemnon, and the laft to Achil- les. Chryfes, the father of Chryfeis, and the priefl: of Apollo, comes to the Grecian camp to ranfom her ; with which the attion of the poem opens, in the tenth year of the liege. The pried being re- fufed, and infolently difmilled by Agamemnon, in- treats for vengeance from his god, who inflhds a pedilence on the Greeks. Achilles calls a council, and encourages Calchas to declare the caufe of it; who attributes it to the refufal of Chryfeis. The king being obliged to fend back his captive, enters into a furious conted with Achilles, which Nedor « ARGUMENT.

pacifies: However, as he had the abfolute command of the army, he feizes on Brifeis, in revenge. A- ehilles in difcontent withdraws himfelf and his for- ces from the reft of the Greeks; and complaining to Thetis, fhe fupplicates Jupiter to render them fenfible of the wrong done to her fon, by giving victory to the Trojans. Jupiter granting her fuit, incenfes Juno, between whom the debate runs high, till they are reconciled by the addrefs of Vul- can. The time of two and twenty days is taken up in this book ; nine during the plague, one in the council and quarrel of the princes, and twelve for Jupiter’s flay with the Ethiopians, at whofe return Thetis prefers her petition. The feene lies in the Grecian camp, then changes to Chryfa, and laftly to Olym- pus. BOOK I.

A C HILLES’ wrath, to Greece the direful fpring Of woes unnumber’d, heav’nly Goddefs, fing ; That wrath which hurl’d to Pluto’s gloomy reiga The fouls of mighty chiefs untimely flain; Whole limbs unbury’d on the naked fhore, Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore : Since great Achilles and Atrides flrove, Such was thefov’reign doom, andfuch the will of Jove Declare, O Mufe! in what ill-fated hour Sprung the fierce ftrife, from what offended pow’r ! Latona’s fon, a dire contagion Ipread, And heap’d the camp with mountains of the dead; The king of men his rev’rend prieft defy’d; And for the king’s offence the people dy’d. For Chryfes fought with coftly gifts to gain His captive daughter from the viftor’s chain. Suppliant the venerable father (lands, Apollo’s awful enfigns grace his hands : By thefe he begs : And lowly bending down, Extends the fcepter and the laurel crown. He fu’d to all, but chief implor’d for grace The brother-kings, of Atreus’ royal race. Ye kings and warriors! may your vows be crown’d, And Troy’s proud walls lie level with the ground. May Jove reftore you, when your toils are o’er, Safe to the pleafures of your native Ihore. But oil ! relieve a wretched parent’s pain, And give Chryfeis to thefe arms again ; A 4 8 H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. ifj.

If mercy fail, yet let my prefents move ; And dread avenging Phoebus, fon of Jove. The Greeks in (bouts their joint afTent declare, The pried to rev’rence, and releat'e the fair : Not fo Atrides : He, with kingly pri de. Repuls’d the facred fire, and thus reply’d. Hence, on thy life, and fly thefe hoflile plains. Nor a(k, prefumptuous, uhat the king detains : Hence with thy laurel crown, and golden rod, Nor trurt too far thofe enfigns of thy God. Mine is thy daughter, pried, and ihall remain ; And pray’rs, and tears, and bribes ihall plead in vain Till time (hall rifle ev’ry youthful grace, And age difmifs her from my cold embrace. In daily labours of the loom employ’d. Or doom’d to deck the bed (he once enjoy’d. Hence, then, to Argos Ihall the maid retire, Far from her native foil, and weeping fire. The trembling pried along the fhore return’d. And in the anguifh of a father mourn’d. Difconfulate, nor daring to complain, Silent he wander’d by the founding main : Till, fate at didance to his God he prays, The God who darts around the world his rays. O Smintheus! fprung from fair Latona’s line. Thou guardian pow’r of Cilia the divine. Thou fource of light! whom Tenedos adores, And whofe bright prefence gilds thy Chryfa’s (bores If e’er with wreaths I hung thy facred fane, Or fed the flames with fat of oxen (lain ; God of the filver bow ! thy (hafts employ. Avenge thy fervant, and the Greeks dedroy. H 0 M E R’s ILIAD.

Thus Chryfes pray’d ; the fav’ring povv’r attends, And from Olympus’ lofty tops defcends. Lent was his how, the Grecian hearts to wound; Fierce as he mov’d, his filver (hafts refound. Breathing revenge, a Bidden night be fpread. And gloomy darknefs roll’d about his head. The fieet in view, he twang’d his deadly bow, And hiding flv the feather’d fates below. On mules and dogs th’ infedtion drfl began ; And lad, the vengeful arrows fix’d in man. For nine long nights, thro’ all the dulky air The pyres thick-flaming (hot a dilmal glare. But ere the tenth revolving day was run, Infpir’d by Juno, Thetis’ godlike fon Conven’d to council all the Grecian train; For much the goddefs mo»rn’d her hqroes flain. Th’ affembly feated, riling o’er the reft, Achilles thus the king of men addreft. Why leave we not the fatal Trojan thore, And meafdre back the feas weerofs’d before ? The plague deftroying whom the fword would fpare ’Tis time to have the few remains of war. But let fome prophet, or fome facred fage, Explore the caufe of great Apollo’s rage ; Or learn the wafteful vengeance to remove, By royftic dreams, for dreams defeend from Jove. If broken vows this heavy curfc have laid. Let altars fmoke, and hecatombs be paid. Lo heav’n aton’d (hall dying Greece reftore, And Phoebus dart his burning (hafts no more. He faid, and fat: When Calchas thus reply’d ; Caichas the wife, the Grecian prieft and guide, 16 H 0 M E R’s ILIA D. 93.

That facred fecr, wbofe comprehenfive view The pall, the prefent, and the future knew : L'prillng flow, the venerable fage. Thus fpoke the prudence and the fears of age. Belov’d of Jove, Achilles 1 would’ft thou know Why angry Phoebus bends his fatal bow ? Firft give thy faith, and plight a prince’s word Of Pure proteftion, by thy power and fword. For I mufl /peak what wifdom would conceal, And truths, invidious to the great, reveal. Bold is the talk, when fubjefts grown too wife, Inltruft a monarch where his error lies; For tho’ we deem the fhort-liv’d fury part, ’Tis Pure the mighty will revenge at laft. To whom Pelides. From thy inmoft foul Speak what thou know’ll, and Ppeak without controul. Ev’n by that God I fwear, who rules the day, To whom thy hands the vows of Greece convey, And whofe blePs’d oracles thy lips declare ; Long as Achilles breathes this vital air, No daring Greek of all the num’rous band, Againft his pried (hall lift an impious hand : Not even the chief, by whom our hods are led. The king of kings, (hall touch that Pacred head. Encourag’d thus, the blamelefs man replies : Norvows unpaid, nor llighted facrifice. But he, our chief, provok’d the raging ped, Apollo’s vengeance for his injur’d pried. Nor will the God’s awaken'd fury ceafe, But plagues (hall fpread, and fun’ral fires incrcafc, Till the great king, without a ranfom paid, To her own ChryPa Pend the black-ey’d maid. tl 0 M E R’s ILIAD. U5* II

Perhaps, with adding facrifice and pray’r, The prieft may pardon, and the god may fpare. The prophet fpoke; when with a gloomy frown The monarch darted from his fhining throne : Black choler fill’d his bread that boil’d with ire, And from his eye-balls flalh’d the living fire. Augur accurs’d, denouncing mifchief dill. Prophet of plagues, for ever boding ill! Still mud that tongue fome wounding meflage bring, And dill thy priedly pride provoke thy king ? For this are Phoebus’ oracles explor’d, To teach the Greeks to murmur at their lord ? For this with falfehoods is my honour dain’d. Is heav’n offended, and a pried profan’d; Becaufe my prize, my beauteous maid I hold, And heav’nly charms prefer to proffer’d gold ? A maid, unmatch’d in manners as in face, Skill’d in each art, and crown’d with ev’ry grace. Not half fo dear were Clytemnedra’s charms, When fird her blooming beauties blefs’d my arms. Yet, if the gods demand her, let her fail; Our cares are only for the public weal: Let me be doom’d the hateful caufe of all, And differ, rather than my people fall. The prize, the beauteous prize 1 will refign. So dearly valu’d, and fo judly mine. But fince for common good I yield the fair. My private lofs let grateful Greece repair ; Nor unrewarded let your prince complain, That he alone has fought and bled in vain. Infatiate king, (Achilles thus replies). Fond of the pow’r, but fonder of the pr ize! x» H O M E R’s ILIAD. IJ7.

Wouldft thou the Greeks their lawful prey Ihould yield, The due reward of many a well-fought field? The Ipoils of cities raz’d, and warriors flain, We lhare with juftice, as with toil we gain : But to refume whate’er thy av’rice craves, (That trick of tyrants), may be borne by flaves. Yet if our chief for plunder only fight, The fpoils of llion lhall thy lofs requite. Whene’er, by Jove’s decree, our conqu’ring pow’rs Shall humble to the duft her lofty tow’rs. Then thus the king. Shall I my prize refign With tame content, and thou poflefs’d of thine? Great as thou art, and like a ged in fight, 'Think not to rob me of a foldier’s right. At thy demand (hall I reftore the maid ? Firft let the juft equivalent be paid ; Such as a king might afk; and let it be A treafure worthy her, and worthy me. Cr grant me this, or with a monarch’s claim, This hand (hall feize fome other captive dame. The mighty Ajax (hall his prize refign, Ulyffes’ fpoils, or ev’n thine own be mine. The man who fufFers, loudly may complain ; And rage he may, but he (hall rage in vain. But this when time requires—It now remains We launch a bark to plough the wat’ry plains, And waft the facrifice to Chryfa’s (hores, With chofen pilots, and with la’o’ring oars. Soon (hall the fair the fable (hip afeend. And fome deputed prince the charge attend ; This Greta’s king, or Ajax (hall fulfil, Or wife Uly(Tes fee perform’d cur will; H O M E R’s ILIAD; t iSp. *3 Or if our royal pleafure fhall ordain, Achilles’ felf condufl her o’er the main; Let fierce Achilles, dreadful in his rage. The God propitiate, and the peft afluage. At this Pelides, frowning (tern, reply’d : O tyrant, arm’d with infolence and pride ! Inglorious (lave to int’reft, ever join’d With fraud, unworthy of a royal mind ! What Gen’rous Greek, obedient to thy word, Shall form an ambufh, or fhall lift the (word ? What caufe have I to war at thy decree ? The diftant Trojans never injur’d me : To Phthia’s realms no hoftile troops they led ; Safe in her vales my warlike courfers fed; Far hence remov’d, the hoarfe-refounding main, And walls of rocks, fecure my native reign, Whofe fruitful foil luxuriant harvefls grace, Rich in her fruits, and in her martial race. Hither we fail’d, a voluntary throng, T’ avenge a private, not a public wrong : What ede to Troy th’ aflembled nations draws, But thine, ungrateful, and thy brother’s caufe ? Is this the pay our blood and toils deferve; Difgrac’d and injur’d by the man we ferve ? And dar’ft thou threat to fnatch my prize away. Due to the deeds of many a dreadful day ? A prize as fmall, O tyrant, match’d with thine, As thy own aftions, if compar’d to mine. Thine in each conqueft is the wealthy prey, Though mine the fweat and danger of the day. Some trivial prefent to my (hips I bear, Or barren praifes pay the wounds of war. 1+ H O M E R’s ILIAD. m.

But know, proud monarch, I’m thy flave no more ; My fleet (hall waft me to Theflalia’s ihore. Left by Achilles on the Trojan plain, What fpoils, what conquefts lhall Atrides gain ? To this the king : Fly, mighty warrior! fly. Thy aid we need not, and thy threats defy. There want not chiefs in fitch a caufe to fight, And Jove himfclf (hall guard a monarch’s right. Of all the kings (the gods diftinguilh’d care) To pow’r fuperior none filch hatred bear : Strife and debate thy reftlefs foul employ, Aiid wars and horrors are thy favage joy. If thou had flrcngth, ’twas Heav’n that ftrength be* flow’d; For know, vain man! thy valour is from God. Hade, launch thy vedels, fly with fpeed away, Rule thy own realms with arbitrary fway: 1 heed thee not, but prize at equal rate Thy fltort-liv’d friendfhip, and thy groundlefs hate. Go, threat thy earth-born Myrmidons; but here ’Tis mine to threaten, prince, and thine to fear. Know, if the God the beauteous dame demand, My bark (hall waft her to her native land; But then prepare, imperious prince! prepare, Fierce as thou art, to yield thy captive fair ; Ev’n in thy tent I’ll feize the blooming prize, Thy lov’d Brifeis with the radiant eyes. Hence (halt thou prove my might, and curfe the hour Thou flood’d a rival of imperial pow’r; And hence to all our hod it (hall be known, That kings are fubjeft to the gods alone. HOME R’i ILIAD. 151. ij Achilles heard, with grief and rage oppreft, IJis heart fweil’d high, and labour’d in his bread. Difti'a<£Hng thoughts by turns his boibm rul’d, Now fir’d by wrath, and now by reafon cool’d : That prompts his hand to draw the deadly fword, Force thro the Greeks, and pierce their haughty lord; This whiipers foft, his vengeance to controul. And calm the riling temped of his foul. Juft as in anguilh of fufpenie he day’d. While half unlhcath’d appear’d the glittering blade, Minerva fwift defeended from above, Sent by the fifter and the wife of Jove ; (For both the princes claim’d her equal care). Behind (he ftood, and by the golden hair Achilles feiz’d ; to him alone confeft ; A fable cloud conceal’d her from the red. He fees, and fudden to the Goddefs cries, Known by the flames that fparkle from her eyes : Defcends Minerva, in her guardian care, A heavenly witnefs of the wrongs I bear From Atreus’ fon ? Then let thofe eyes that view The daring crime, behold the vengeance.too. Forbear! (the progeny of Jove replies) ; To calm thy fury I forfake the Ikies : Let great Achilles, to the gods refign’d, To reafon yield the empire o’er his mind. By awful Juno this command is giv’n : The king and you are both the care of heav’n. The force of keen reproaches let him feel, But Iheafhe, obedient, thy avenging fleel. For I pronounce, (and truft a heav’nly pow’r), Thy injur’d honour has its fated hour, x6 HOME R’s I L 1 A D. aSj. When the proud monarch (hall thy arms implore. And bribe thy friendlhip with a boundlefs (lore. Then let revenge no longer bear the fway ; Command thy paffions, and the gods obey. To her Pelides. With regardful ear, ’Tis juft, O goddefs! 1 thy diftates hear. Hard as it is, my vengeance I fupprefs : Tbofe who revere the gods, the gods will blefs. He faid, obfervant of the blue-ey’d maid ; Then in the (heath return’d the (Inning blade. The goddefs fwift to high Olympus flies. And joins the facred fcnate of the (kies. Nor yet the rage his boiling bread forfook. Which thus redoubling on Atrides broke. O monfter! mix’d of infolence and fear. Thou dog in forehead, but in heart a deer! When wert thou known in ambufh’d fights to dare. Or nobly face the horrid front of war ? ’Tis ours, the chance of valiant fields to try, Thine to look on, and bid the valiant die. So much ’tis fafer through the camp to go, And rob a fubjeft, than defpoil a foe. Scourge of thy people, violent and bafe ! Sent in Jove’s anger on a flavifh race. Who, loft to fenfe of gen’rous freedom pad, Are tam’d to wrongs, or this had been thy laft. Now by this facred fceptre, hear me fwear. Which never more (hall leaves or blofloms bear, Which fever’d from the trunk (as I from thee) On the bare mountains left its parent tree ; This fceptre, form’d by temper’d fteel to prove An enfign of the delegates of Jove, H O M E R’s ILIAD. i? Prom whom the pow’r of laws and juftice fprlngs ; (Tremendous oath ! inviolate to kings) : By this 1 fwear, when bleeding Greece again Shall call Achilles, fhe (hail call in vain. When fiulh’d with (laughter, Hcdtor comes tofpread' The purpled (here with mountains of the dead. Then lhait thou mourn th’ affbrnt thy madnefs gave. Forc’d to deplore, when impotent to fave; Then rage in bitternefs of foul, to know, This aft has made the .brave:! Greek thy foe. He tpoke: And furious hurl’d againfl: the ground . His feeptre, llarr’d with golden duds around. Then fternly filent fat. With like difdain The raging king return’d his frowns igain. To calm their paflion with the words of age, Slow from his feat arofe the Pylian fage. Experienc’d Ntftor, in perfuafion (kill’d ; Words, fweet as honey, from his lips didill’d : Two generations now had pafs’d away, Wife by his rules, and happy by his fway : Two ages o’er his native realm he reign’d, And now th’ example of the third remain’d. All view’d with awe the venerable man; Who thus, with mild benevolence, began : What (hame, what woe is this to Greece! what joy To Troy’s proud monarch, and the friends of Troy! ' That adverfe gods commit to (tern debate The bed, the braved of the Grecian date Young as ye are, this youthful hate redrain, Nor think your Nedor’s years and wifdom vain. A goilike race of heroes once I knew, Such, as no more thefe aged eyes (hall view! . Vol. V. B 15 HDMER’s ILIAD. 347- Lives there a chief to match Pirithous’ fame, Dryas the bold, or Ceneus’ deathlefs name; Thefeus, endu’d with more than mortal might, Or Polyphemus, like the gods in fight ? With thefe of old to toils of battle bred, In early youth my hardy days I led ; Fir’d with the third which virtuous envy breeds, And fmit with love of honourable deeds. Strongefl of men, they pierc’d the mountain-boar, Rang’d the wild deferts red with menders’ gore, And from their hills the fhaggy Centaurs tore. Yet thefe with foft, perfuafive arts I fway’d; When Nedor fpoke, they liden’d and obey’d. If in my youth, ev’n thefe edeem’d me wife, Do you, young warriors, hear my age advife. Atrides, feize not on the beauteous Have ; That prize the Greeks by common fuffrage gave : Nor thou, Achilles, treat our prince with pride; Let kings be jud, and fov’reign pow’r prefide. Thee, the fird honours of the war adorn, Like gods in drength, and of a goddefs born ; Him, awful majedy exalts above The pow’rs of earth, and feepter’d fons of Jove. Let both unite with well confenting mind. So diall authority with dreneth be join’d. Leave me, O king! to calm Achilles’ rage; Rule thou thyfelf, as more advanc’d in age. Forbid it, gods! Achilles fhould be lod, The pride of Greece, and bulwark of our hod. This faid, he ceas’d : The king of men replies ; Thy years are awful, and thy words are wife. H'OMER’s ILIAD. 378. 1* But that imperious, that unconquer’d foul, No laws can limit, no refpedt controul. Before his pride tnufl his fuperiors fall. His word the law, and he the lord of all ? Him muft our hods, our chiefs, ourfelf obey ? What king can bear a rival in his fway ? -Grant that the gods his matchlefs force have giv'n j Has foul reproach a privilege from heav'n ? Here on the monarch’s fpeech Achilles broke. And furious, thus, and interrupting fpoke. Tyrant, I well deferv’d thy galling chain. To live thy Have, and dill to ferve in vain. Should 1 fubmit to each unjud decree ? Command thy vaflals, but command not me. Seize on Brifeis, whom the Grecians doom’d My prize of war, yet tamely fee refum’d ; And feize fecure ; no more Achilles draws His conqu’ring fword in any woman’s caufe. The gods command me to forgive the pad ; But let this fird invafion be the lad : For know, thy blood, when next thou dar’d invade, Shall dream in vengeance on my reeking blade. At this they ceas’d; the dern debate expir’d r The chiefs in fullen majedy retir’d. Achilles with Patroclus took his way, Where near his tents his hollow vedels lay. Meantime Atrides launch’d with num’rousoars A weli-rigg’d fhip for Chryfa’s facred fhores : High on the deck was fair Chryfcis plac’d. And fage Ulydes with the conduct grac’d : Safe in her fides the hecatomb they dow’d, Then fwiftly failing, cut the liquid road. Bt 30 H 0 M £ R’s I L I A D. 4to. The hoft to expiate, next the king prepares. With pure luftratious, and with folemn pray’rs. Walk’d by the briny wave, the pious train Are cleans’d; and caft th’ ablutions in the main Along the (liore whole hecatombs were laid, And bulls and goats to Phoebus’ altars paid. The fable fumes in curling fpires arife. And waft their grateful odours to the Ikies. The army thus in facred rites engag’d, Atrides ftill with deep refentment rag’d : To wait his will two facrcd heralds Hood, Talthybius and Eurybates the good. Hade to the fierce Achilles’ tent, (he cries), Thence bear Brifeis as our royal prize : Submit he mud ; or, if they will not part, Ourfelfin arms (hall tear her from his heart. Th’ unwilling heralds aft their lord’s commands; Penfive they walk along the barren fands : Arriv’d, the hero in his tent they find, With gloomy afpeft, on his arm reclin’d. At awful didance long they filent dand. Loath to advance, or fpeak their hard command; Decent confufion 1 This the godlike man Perceiv’d, and thus, with accent mild, began. With leave and honour enter our abodes, Ye facred miniders of men and gods! 1 know your meflage; by condraint you came ; Not you, but your imperious lord, 1 blame. Patroclus, hade, the fair Brifeis bring ; Conduft my captive to the haughty king. But witnefs, heralds, and proclaim my vow, Wstnefs to gods above, and men below ! 1i 6 M'tflLS Iliad. '44*. But fir ft and loudeft to your prince declare, That lawlefs tyrant whofe commands you bear; Unmov’d as death Achilles (hall remain, Though proftrate Greece fhould bleed at ev’ry vein ; The raging chief in frantic paftion loft, Blind to himfelf, and ufelefs to his hoft, Unfkill’d to judge the future by the paft, In blood and flaughter fhall repent at laft. Patrocl'us now th’ unwilling beauty brought; She, in foft forrows, and in penfive thought, Pafs’d filent, as the heralds held her hand, And oft look’d back, flow-moving o’er the ftrahd. Not fo his lofs the fierce Achilles bore ; But fad retiring to the founding (bore, O’er the wild margin of the deep he hung. That kindred deep, from whence his mother fprung : There, bath’d in tears of anger and difdain, Thus loud lamented to the ftormy main. O parent Goddefs ! fince in early bloom Thy fon muft fall, by too fevere a doom ; Sure, to fo fhort a race of glory born. Great Jove in juftice fhould this fpan adorn: Honour and fame at lead the Thund’rer ow’d. And ill he pays the promife of a God ; If yon proud monarch thus thy fob defies, Obfcures my glories, and refumes my prize. Far in the deep receftes of the main. Where aged Ocean holds his wat’ry reign, The Goddefs-mother heard. The waves divide; And like a mill (he rofe above the tide; Beheld him mourning on the naked (hores. And thus the forrows of his foul explores, B 3 it HOMER's IL TAD* 474- Why grieves my fon ? Thy anguifli let me lhare. Reveal the caufe, and truft a parent’s care. He deeply fighing faid : To tell my wo. Is but to mention what too well you know. From Thebe, facred to Apollo’s name, (Action’s realm), our conqu’ring army came. With treafure loaded and triumphant fpoils, Whole juft divifion crown’d the foldier’s toils; But bright Chryfeis, heav’nly prize ! was led, By vote fclefted, to the gen'ral’s bed. The prieft of Phoebus fought by gifts to gain His beauteous daughter from the viftor’s chain ; The fleet he reach’d, and lowly bending down, Held forth the feeptre and the laurel crown, Entreating all; but chief implor’d for grace The brother kings of Atreus’ royal race : The gen’rous Greeks their joint confent declare. The prieft to rev’rence, and releafe the fair. Not fo Atrides : He, with wonted pride. The fire infulted, and his gifts deny’d : Th’ infulted fire (his God’s peculiar care) To Phoebus pray’d, and Phoebus heard the pray’r A dreadful plague enfues ; th’ avenging darts Inceflant fly, and pierce the Grecian hearts. A prophet then, infpir’d by heav’n, arofe. And points the crime, and thence derives the woes Myfelf the firft th’ aflembled chiefs incline T’ avert the vengeance of the pow’r divine ; Then rifing in his wrath, the monarch ftorm’d; Incens’d he threaten’d, and his threats perform’d : The fair Chryfeis to her fire was lent, With offer’d gifts to make the God relent; HOMER’j ILIAD. SoG. sg But now he feiz’d Brifeis’ heav’nly charms, And of my valour’s prize defrauds my arms, Defrauds the votes of all the Grecian train ; And fervice, faith, and juftice plead in vain. But, Goddefs! thou thy fuppliant fon attend, To high Olympus’ fhining court afeend, "Urge all the ties to former fervice ow’d. And fue for vengeance to the thund’ring God, Oft haft thou triumph’d in the glorious boaft. That thou ftood’ft forth, of all th’ aetherial hoft, When bold rebellion (hook the realms above, Th’ undaunted guard of cloud-compelling Jove. When the bright partner of his awful reign. The warlike maid, and monarch of the main, The traitor-gods, by mad ambition driv’n, Durft threat with chains th’ omnipotence of heav’n. Then call’d by thee, the monfter Titan came, (Whom Gods Briareus, men iEgeon name), Thro’ wond’ring (kies enormous (talk’d along ;, Not he chat (hakes the folid earth fo ftrong : With giant-pride at Jove’s high throne he (lands, And braudifh’d round him all his hundred hands} Th’ affrighted gods confefs’d their awful lord, They dropt the fetters, trembled and ador’d. This, Goddefs, this to his remembrance call, Embrace his knees, at his tribunal fall; Conjure him far to drive the Grecian train, To hurl them headlong to their fleet and main, To heap the (hores with copious death, and bring The Greeks to know the curfc of fuch a king; Let Agamemnon lift his haughty head O’er ail his wide dominion of the dead, £ 4 J4 HOMER’S ILIAD. 538. And mourn in tdood, that e’er he duvft difgrace The boljctl warrior of the Grecian race. Unhappy ion! (fair Thetis thus replies. While tears celeftial trickle from her eyes), Why have i born thee with a mother’s throes. To fates averfe, and nurs’d for future woes ? So fhort a fpace the light of heav’n to view ! So ihort a fpace! and fill’d with ibrrow too ! O might a parent’s careful wilh prevail, Far, iar from Ilion ihould thy vellels fail, And thou, from camps remote, the danger Ihuu, Which now, alas! too nearly threats my fon. Yet (what 1 can) to move thy fuit I’ll go To great Olympus crown’d with fleecy fnow. Meantime, fecure within thy (hips, from far Behold the field, nor mingle in the war. The fire of Gods, and alt th’ aetherial train. On the warm limits of the farthell main. Now mix with mortals, nor difdain to grace The tealts of ^Ethiopia’s blamelefs race; Twelve days the pow’rs indulge the genial rite, Returning with the twelfth revolving light. Then will I mount the brazen dome, and move The high tribunal of immortal Jove. The Goddefs fpoke : The rolling waves unclofc; Then down the deep (he plung’d from whence (lie role. And left him forrowing on the lonely coafl, In wild refentment for the fair he loft. In Chryfa’s port now fage Ulyfles rode; Beneath the deck the deftin’d viflims flow’d; The fails they furl’d, they ladl’d the maft afide, And dropt their anchors, and the pinnace ty’d. HOMliR’s ILIAD. 57°- iS

Nest on the Ihore their hecatomb they und, t Chryfeis lad delcending on the (irand. Her, thus returning from the tuno .v’d main, UiylFesled to Phoebus’ facred fane; Wlicre at hisioiemn altar, as the maid He gave to Chryl'es, thus the hero faid. Hail rev’rend prieft ! to Phoebus’ awful dome A fuppliant I from great Atrides come : Unranfom’d here receive the fpotlefs fair; Accept the hecatomb the Greeks prepare ; And may the God who fcatters darts around. Aton’d by iacrifice, deli ft to wound. At this, the fire embrac’d the maid again, So fadly loft, fo lately fought in vain. Then near the altar of the darting king, Dilpos’d in rank their hecatomb they bring : With water purity their hands, and take The (acred off’ring ot the failed cake ; While thus with arms devoutly rais’d in air. And lolemn voice, the prieft direfts his pray’r, God of the filver bow, thy ear incline, Whole pow’r encircles Cilia the divine; Whofe facred eye thy Tetiedos furveys. And gilds fair Chryfa with diftinguilh’d rays; If, fir’d to vengeance at thy prieft’s requeft, Thy direful darts inflitft the raging peft ; Once more attend ! avert the wafteful woe. And finite propitious, and unbend thy bow. So Chryfes pray’d, Apollo heard his pray’r; And now the Greeks their hecatomb prepare ; Between their horns the falted barley threw. And with their heads to heav’n the vidtims flew S iS H O M E R’s ILIA D. The limbs they fever from th’ inclofing hide; The thighs, feledled to the Gods, divide : On ihefe, in double cawls involv’d with art, The choiceft morfels lay from ev’ry part. The prieft himfclf before his altar (lands. And burns the off’ring with his holy hands, Pours the black wine, and fees the dames afpire ; The youth with inflruments furround the fire : The thighs thus facrific’d, and entrails drelh, Th’ affifiants part, transfix, and road the reft: Then fpread the tables, the repaft prepare. Each takes his feat, and each receives his lhare. When now the rage of hunger was reprefl, With pure libations they conclude the feaft ; The youths with wine the copious goblets crown’d. And pleas’d, difpcnfe the flowing bowls around. With hymns divine the joyous bankquet ends. The Paeans lengthen’d till the fun defcends : The Greeks, reftor’d, the grateful notes prolong ; Apollo litlens, and approves the fong, >Twas night; the chiefs befide their veffcl lie, Till rofy morn had purpled o’er the fky : Then launch, and hoife the mall ; indulgent gales, Supply’d by Phoebus, fill the fwelling fails; The milk-white canvas bellying as they blow. The parted ocean foams and roars below : Above the bounding billows fwift they flew. Till now the Grecian camp appear’d in view. Far on the beach they haul their bark to land, (The crooked keel divides the yellow fand), Then part, where (Iretch’d along the winding bay. The Ships and tents in mingled profpedt lay. II O M E R’s ILIAD. 634. »7 But raging ftill, amidft his navy fat The Item Achilles, ftedfaft in his hate; Nor mix’d in combat, nor in council join’d ;• But waiting cares lay heavy on his mind: In his black thoughts revenge and llaughter roll, And fcenes of blood rife dreadful in his foul. Twelve days were paft, and now the dawning light The gods had fnmmon’d to the Olympian height: Jove firft alcending from the wat’ry bow’rs, Leads the long order of aetherial pow’rs. When like the morning-mill and early day, Role from the flood the daughter of the fea; And to the feats divine her flight addrell. There, far apart, and high above the reft. The Thund’rer fat; where old Olympus Ihrouds His hundred heads in heav’n, and props the clouds. Suppliant the Goddefs Hood: One hand Ihe plac’d Beneath his beard, and one his knees embrac’d. If e’er, O father of the Gods! Ihe faid, My words could pleafe thee, or my aftions aid; Some marks of honour on thy fon bellow, And pay in glory what in life you owe. Fame is at leaft by heavenly promife due, To life fo fhort, and now dilhonour’d too. Avenge his wrong, oh ever juft and wife ! Let Greece be humbled and the Trojans rile ; Till the proud king, and all th’ Achaian race. Shall heap with honours him they now difgrace. Thus Thetis fpoke ; but Jove in filence held The facred counfel’s of his breall conceal’d. Not fo repuls’d, the Goddefs clofer preft, Still grafp’d his knees, ansi urg’d the dear requell. iS II 0 M E R’s ILIA D. 666. O fire oi Gods and men ! thy fupp'iant hear; Refufe, or grant ; for what has Jove to tear ? Or oh ! ueciare, of all the powers above. Is wretched 1 hetis leaf! the care of Jove ! She laid, and fighing thus the God replies, Who rolls the thunder o’er the vaulted Ikies. What haft thou alk’d ? Ah why Ihould Jove engage In foreign conttfts, and domeftic rage. The Gods complaints, and Juno’s fierce alarms. While 1, too partial, aid the Trojan arms ? Go, left the haughty partner of my fw^ay With jealous eyes thy clofe accefs furvey; But part in peace, fecure thy pray’r is fped : Wituefs the lacred honours of our head, The nod that ratifies the will divine, The faithful, fix’d, irrevocable fign; This ieals thy fuit, and this fulfils thy vows- - He fpoke, and awful bends his fable brows; Shakes his ambrofiai curls, and gives the nod ; The ftamp of fate, and fatnftion of the God : High heav’n with trembling the dread fignal took. And all Olympus to the centre (hook. Swift to the feas profound the Goddefs flies, Jove to his ftarry manfion in the (kies. The (hining fynod of th’ immortals wait The coming God, and from their thrones of (late Arifing filent, wrapt in holy fear, Before the Majefty of Heav’n appear. Trembling they (land, while Jove aftumes the throne.. All, but the God’s imperious queen alone : Late had (he view’d the filver-footed dame, And all her paftions kindled into flame. HOME R’s ILIAD. 6c,3. Say, artful manager of heaven, (fire cries). Who now partakes the fecrets of the flues ? Thy Juno knows not the decrees of fate, In vain the partner ot imperial (late. What fav’rite goddeis then thofe cares divides. Which Jove in prudence from his contort hides ? To this the I hund’rer : Seek not thou to find The fecret counfels of almighty mind : Involv’d in darknefs lies the great decree, Nor can the depths of fate be pierc’d by thee. What fits thy knowledge, thou the firti (halt know; The find of gods above, and men below ; But thou, nor they, (hall fearch the thoughts that roll Deep in the cloto recedes of my foul. Full on the fire the goddels of the (kies Roll’d the large orbs of her majeftic eyes, And thus return’d. Auflere Saturnius, fay, From whence this wrath, or who controuls thy fway ? i'hy boundlefs will, for me, remains in force. And ail thy counfels take the deftin’d courfe. But ’tis for Greece I fear : For late was feen, In clofe confult, the filver-footed queen. Jove to his Thetis nothing could deny; Nor was the fignal vain that (hook the (ky. What fatal favour has the goddefs won, To grace her fierce, inexorable ton ? Perhaps in Grecian blood to drench the plain, And glut his vengeance with my people (lain. Then thus the god : Oh reftlefs fate of pride, That drives to learn what heav’n refoives to hide ; Vain is the fearcb, prefumptuous and abhorr’d, Anxious to thee, and odious to thy lord. 30 H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. 73*" I.et tins fuffice ; th’ immutable decree No force can fhake : VV'hat is, that ought to be. Goddefs, fubmit, nor dare our will withfland, But dread the pow’r of this avenging hand ; Th’ united flrength of all the gods above In vain refifl th’ omnipotence of Jove. TheThund’rer fpoke, nor durfl the queen reply; A rev’rcnd horror filenc’d all the Iky. The feaft difturb’d, with forrow Vulcan faw His mother menac’d, and the gods in awe ; Teace at his heart, and pleafure his defign, Thus interpos’d the architect divine. The wretched quarrels of the mortal flate Are far unworthy, Gods ! of your debate : Let men their days in fenfelefs ftrife employ ; We in eternal peace and conflant joy. Thou, goddefs-mother, with our fire comply, Nor break the facred union of the fky ; Left, rous’d to rage, he (hake the blefs’d abodes, Launch the red lightning, and dethrone the gods. If you fubmit, the Thund’rer ftands appeas’d; The gracious pow’r is willing to be pleas’d. Thus Vulcan fpoke; and rifing with a bound. The double bowl with fparkling neftar crown’d. Which, held to Juno in a cheartul way, Goddefs, (he cry’d), be patient and obey. Dear as you are, if Jove his arm extend, I can but grieve, unable to defend. What god fo daring in your aid to move, Or lift his hand againft the force of Jove ? Once in your caufe I felt his matchlefs might, Hurl’d headlong downward from th’ aetherial height: H O M E R’s ILIAD. 7<5i. 3i -Tofs’d all the day in rapid circles round; Nor till the fun defcended, touch’d the ground : Breathlefs I fell, in giddy motion loft ; The Sinthians rais’d me on the Lemnian coaft. He faid ; and to her hands the goblet heav’d, Which, with a fmile, the white^arm’d queen receiv’d. Then to the reft he fill’d; and, in his turn. Each to his lips apply’d the neftar’d urn. Vulcan with aukward grace his ofFice plies, And unextinguilh’d laughter lhakes the Ikies, Thus the blefs’d gods the genial day prolong, In feafls ambrofial, and celeflial fong. Apollo tun’d the lyre ; the Mufes round. With voice alternate, aid the filver found. Meantime the radiant tun, to mortal fight Defcending fwift, roll’d down the rapid light. Then to their ftarry domes the gods depart, The Ihining monuments of Vulcan’s art: Jove on his couch reclin’d his aweful head. And Juno flumber’d on the golden bed. ji u mi iiTjj! u n n irn ;nT rWWf0 ■ T H £

ILIAD.

BOOK II.

THE ARGUMENT. Tit trial of the army, and catalogue of the forces. Jupiter, in purfuance of the requeft of Thetis, fends a deceitful vifion to Agamemnon, perfuading him to lead the army to battle; in order to make he Greeks fcnfible of their want of Achilles. The ge- neral, who is deluded with the hopes of taking Troy without his affiflance, but fears the a my was d:f- couraged by his abience and the late plague, as well as by the length of time, contrives to make trial of their difpofition by a ftratagem. He firit commu- nicates his defrgn to the princes in council, that he would propofe a return to the foldiers, and that they fbould put a flop to them, if the propofal was em- braced. Then he aflembles the whole hod, and, upon moving for a return to Greece, they unani- moully agree to it, and run to prepare the (hips. They are detained by the management of Ulyfies, who chadifes the infolence of Therfites. The af- Vol. V. C 34 ARGUMENT. fembly is recalled ; feveral fpec-cbes made on the occafion; and at length the advice of Neftor follow- ed, which was to make a general muftcr of the troops, and divide them into their i'evcral nations, before they proceeded to battle. This gives oc- cafion to the poet to enumerate air the forces of the Greeks and Trojans, in a large catalogue The time employed in this book confifts not entirely of one day. The fcene lies in the Grecian camp and upon the fea-fhore ; towards the end it removes to Troy. BOOK 11.

NO W pleafing fleep liaa fesl’d each mortal eyi Stretch’d in the tents the Grecian leaders lie Th’ immortals number’d on their thrones above, AH but the ever-wakefui eyes of Jove. To hon' ur Thetis’ fon he bends his care, And plunge the Greek? in aii the woes of war : Then bids an empty phantom rife to fight, And thus commands the vifion of the night. Fly hence, deluding Dream! and, light as air, To Agamemnon’s ample tent repair; Hid him in arms draw forth th’ embattled train, Lead ail his Grecians to the dufty plain. Declare, ev’n now ’cis given him to deflroy The lofty tow’rs of wide-extended Troy. For now no more the gods with fate contend; At Juno’s fuit the heav’nly fadlions end : Deitruciion hangs o’er yon devoted wall. And nodding Ilion waits th’ impending tall. Swift as the word the vain illufion fled, Defcends, and hovers o’er Atrides’ head ; Gloth’d in the figure of the Pylian fage, Renown’d for wifdom, and rever’d for age ; Around his temples fpreads his golden wing : And thus the flatt’ring dream deceives the king. Canfi thou, with all a monarch’s cares opprelf. Oh Atreus’ fon ! canft thou indulge thy reft ? Ill fits a chief, who mighty nations guides, Direifs in council, and in war prefides, C j id H O M E R’i I L I A t). 2<>. To whom its fafety a whole people owes, To wade long nights in indolent repofe. • Monarch, awake! ’tis Jove’s command I bear, Thou, and thy glory, claim his heav’nly care. In juft array draw forth th’ embattled train ; .Lead all thy Grecians to the dully plain : Ev’n now, O King 1 ’tis given thee to deftroy The lofty tow’rs of wide-extended Troy. For now no more the gods with fate contend ; At Juno’s fuit the heav’nly fadtions end. Deftruflion hangs o’er yon devoted wall. And nodding llion waits th’ impending fall. Awake, but waking this advice approve, And truft the vifion that defcends from Jove* The phantom faid; then vanilh’d from his light, Refolves to air, and mixes with the night. A thoufand fchemes the monarch’s mind employ; Elate in thought, he facks untaken Troy ; Vain as he was, and to the future blind ; Nor faw what Jove and fecret fate defign’d, What mighty toils to either hoft remain, What fcenes of grief, and numbers of the llain ! Eager he rife.', and in fancy hears The voice celeftial murm’ring in his ears. Firrt on his limbs a flender veil he drew, Around him next the regal mantle threw ; Th’ embroider’d fandals on his feet were ty’d ; The ftarry faulchion glitter’d at his fide ; And laft his arm the mafty fceptre loads, Unftain’d, immortal, and the gift of gods. Now rofy morn alcend the court of Jove, Lifts up her light, and opens day above. H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. 6t. 11 ■ The king difpatch’d his heralds with commands To range the camp, and fummon all the bands : The gath’ring hods the monarch's word obey ; ■ While to the fleet Atrides bend-, his way. In his black (hip the Pylian prince he found ; There calls a fcnate of the peers around: Th’ aflembly plac’d, the king of men exprefl, The ceunfels lab’ring in his artful bread. Friends and confed’rates! with attentive ear Receive my words, and credit what you hear. Late as 1 (lumber’d in the (hades of night, A dream divine appear'd before my fight; Whofe vifionary form like Nefror came, The fame in habit, and in mien the fame. The heav’nly phantom hover’d o’er my head, And, Doft thou deep, oh Atreus’ fon ? (he faid), 111 fits a chief who mighty nations guides, Direfts in council, and in war prefides, To whom its fafety a whole people owes, To wade long nights in indolent repofe. Monarch, awake! ’tis Jove’s command ( bear; Thou and thy glory claim his heav’nly care. In jud array draw forth th’embattled train, . And lead the Grecians to the dudy plain ; Ev’n now, O king ! ’tis given thee to dedroy If The lofty tow’rs of wide-extended Troy. For now no more the gods with fate contend , At Juno’s fuit the heav’nly faflions end. Dedruflion hangs o’er yon devoted wall. And nodding llion waits th’ impending fall. This hear obfervant, and the gods obey ! The vifton fpoke, and pafs’d in air away. C3 3? H O M E R’s ILIAD. 5?- Now, valiant chiefs ! fince Heav’n itfelf alarms. Unite, and roufe the fons of Greece to arms. But firft, with caution, try what yet they dare, Worn with nine years of unfuccefsful war ; To move the troops to meafbre back the main Be mine ; and your’s the province to detain. He {poke, and fat ; when Neftor rifing faid, (Neftor, whom Pyles’ Tandy realms obey’d :) Princes of Greece, your faithful ears incline. Nor doubt the vifion of the pow’rs divine ; Sent by great Jove to him who rules the hoft ; Forbid it, Heav’n! this warning fhould be loft! Then let us hafte, obey the god’s alarms, And join to roufe the fons of Greece to arms. Thus fpoke the fage : The kings without delay Diflolve the council, and their chief obey : The feeptred rulers lead ; the following hoft. Pour’d forth by thoufands, darkens all the coaft. As from fome rocky cliff the (hepherd fees Cluft’ring in heaps on heaps the driving bees, Rolling, and black’ning, {warms fucceeding fwarms, With deeper murmurs, and more hoarfe alarms; Dufky they fpread, a clofe embody’d crowd, And o’er the vale defeends the living cloud. So, from the tents and (hips, a length’ning train Spreads all the beach, and wide o’erlhades the plain : Along the region runs a deaf’ning found ; Beneath their footfteps groans the trembling ground. Fame flies before, the meffenger of Jove, And fhining foars, and claps her wings above. Nine facrcd heralds now, proclaiming loud The monarch’s will, fufpend the lift’ning'crowd. ! H O M E R s ILIAD. US* 35 Soon as the throngs in order rang’d appear, And fainter murmurs dy’d upon the ear, The king of kings his aweful figure rais’d; High in his hand the golden Jceptre blaz’d : The golden iceptre, of celeltiai frame, By Yulcaa form’d, Irom Jove to Hermes came ; To Pclops he th’ immortal gift refign’d ; Th’ immortal gift great Pelops left behind In Atreus’ hand, which not with Atreus ends ; To rich Phyelles next the prize aefcends; ' And now the mark of Agamemnon’s reign. Subjects all Argos, and controuls the main. On this bright Iceptre now the king reclin’d. And artful thus pronounc’d the fpeech defign’d: Ye fons cf Mars! partake your leaders care. Heroes of Greece, and brothers of the war ! Of partial Jove with juflice 1 complain, And heav’nly oracles believ’d in vain. A fafe return was promis’d to our toils, Renown’d, triumphant, and enrich’d with fpoils. Now fhameful flight alone can lave the holt; Our blood, our treafure, and our glory loft. So Jove decrees, reliftlcfs lord of all! •i At whole command whole empires rife or fail: He fhakes the feeble props of human truft, t And towns and armies humbles to the dull. What Ihame to Greece a fruitiefs war to wage, Oh lading fhame in ev’ry future age ! Once great in arms, the common fcorn we grow, j Repuls’d and bafficd by a feeble foe. So fmall their number, that, if wars were ceas’d, And Greece triumphant held a gen’ral feaft, C 4 40 If O M E R’s I L I A D. iJ7- All rank’d by tens, whole decads, when they dine. Mud want a Trojan Have to pour the wine. But other forces have our hopes o’crthrown, And Troy prevails by armies not her own. Now nine long years of mighty Jove are run. Since firfl the labours of this wa-- begun : Our cordage torn, decay’d our vefiels lie. And fcarce enfure the wretched pow’r to fly. Hafts then, for ever leave the Trojan wall! Our weeping wives, our tender children call : I.ove, duty, fafety, fummon us away ; ’Tis Nature’s voice, and Nature we obey. Our (batter’d barks may yet tranfport us o’er, Safe and inglorious, to our native fhore. Fly, Grecians, fly, your fails and oars employ, And dream no more of Heav'n-defended Troy. His deep defign unknown, the hofts approve Atrides’ fpeech. The mighty numbers move. So roll the billows on th’ Icarian fhore, From eaft and fouth, when winds begin to roar, Burft their dark manfions in the clouds, and fweep The whit’ning furface of the ruffled deep. And as on corn when weftern gufts defeend, Before the blafts the lofty harvefts bend : Thus o’er the field the moving hoft appears, With nodding plumes and groves of waving fpears. The gath’ring murmur fpreads, their trampling feet Beat the loofe fands, and thicken to the fleet. With long refounding cries they urge the train To fit the (hips, and launch into the main. They toil, they fweat, thick clouds of duft anfe ; The doubling clamours echo to the (kies. HOMER’s ILIAD. 1S9. 4' Ev’n then the Greeks had left the hodile plain, And Fate decreed the fall of t’roy in vain ; But Jove’s imperial queen their flight furvey’d, A.nc, flgiuiig, thus befpoke the blue-ey’d maid. Shall her the Grecians fly ? Oh dire difgrace! And have unpunilh’d this perfidious race ? Shall Troy, lhall Priam, and th’ adult’rous Ipoufc, In peace enjoy the fruits of broken vows! And braved chiefs, in Helen’s quarrel llain, Lie unreveng’d on yon detefted plain ? No : Let rr.\ Greeks, unmov'd by vain alarms, Once more refulgent Ihine in brazen arms. Hafte. goddeP, hade ! the flying hod detain, Nor let one fail be hoifled on the main. Pallas obeys, and from Olympus’ height Swift to the (hips precipitates her flight; Ulyffes, firft in public cares, (he found, For prudent counfel like the gods renovvn’d : Opprefs’d with gen’rous grief the hero Hood, Nor drew his fable veffels to the flood. And is it thus, divine Laertes’ fbn ! Thus fly the Greeks, (the martial maid begun) ? Thus to their country bear their own difgrace, And fame eternal leave to. Priam’s race ? Shall beauteous Helen dill remain unfreed ; Still unreveng’d a thoufand heroes bleed ? Hade, gen’rous Ithacus ! prevent the lhame ; Recal your armies, and your chiefs reclaim: Your own refifllefs eloquence employ ; And to th’ immortals trud the fall of Troy. The voice divine confefs’d the warlike maid ; Hlyfles heard, nor uninfpir’d obey’d ; 4* HOMER.’* ILIAD. air. Then meeting firft Atrides, from his hand Receiv’d th’ imperial fceptre ot command. Thus grac’d, attention and refptft to gain, He runs, he flies thro’ all the Grecian train; Each prince ot name, or chief in arms approv’d. He fir’d vvitli praife, or with perfuafion mov’d. Warriors like you, with ftrength and wiidom blefl, By brave examples Ihou’d confirm the reft. The monarch's will not yet reveal’d appears; He tries our courage, but relents our fears. Th’ unwary Greeks his fury may provoke ; Not thus the king in fecret council Ipoke. Jove loves our chief, from Jove his honour fprings, Beware ! for dreadful is the wrath of kings. But if a clam’rous vile plebeian rofe, Him with reproof he check’d, or tam’d with blows. Be ftill, thou Have, and to thy betters yield ; Unknown alike in council and in field. Ye Gods, what daftards would our hoft command ? Swxpt to the war, the lumber of a land. Be lilent, w'retch, and think not here allow’d That worft of tyrants, an ufurping crowd. To one foie monarch Jove commits the fway; His are the laws, and him let all obey. With words like thefe the troops UlylTes rul’d. The loudcft filenc’d, and the fierceft cool’d. Back to th’ adembly roll the thronging train, Deiert the Ibips, and pour upon the plain. Murn ’ring they move, as when old Ocean roars, And heaves huge furges to the trembling fhores : The groaning banks are burft with bellowing found, The rocks remurmur, and the deeps rebound. H O M E R’s ILIAD. U3- 43 At length the tumult finks, the noifes ceafe, • And a ftill filence lulls the camp to peace. Therfites only clamour’d in the throng. Loquacious, loud, and turbulent of tongue : Aw’d by no (hame, by no refpeft controll’d, In fcandal bufy, in reproaches bold : With witty malice dubious to defame ; Scorn all his joy, and laughter all his aim. But chief he giory’d with licentious flyle To lain the great, and monarchs to revile. Lis figure fuch as might his foul proclaim ; One eye was blinking, and one leg was lame : His mountain-lhoulders half his bread o’erfpread, Tnin hairs belfrew’d his long mif-fhapen head. Spleen to mankind bis envious heart polled. And much he hated all, but mod the belt. UlylTes or Achilles dill his theme ; But royal fcandal his delight fupreme. Long had he liv’d the fcorn of ev’ry Greek, ; Vex’d when he fpoke, yet dill they heard him fpeak. ' Sharp was his voice ; which in the (hrilled tone, Thus with injurious taunts attack’d the throne. Amidd the glories of fo bright a reign. What moves the great Atrtdes to complain ? ’Tis thine whate’er the warrior’s bread inflames, 1 The golden Ipoil, and thine the lovely dames. With all the wealth our wars and blood bedow, Thy tents are crouded, and thy cheds o’erflow. Thus at full eafe in heaps of riches roll'd, What grieves the monarch ? is it third of gold ? Say, lhall vve march with our unconquer’d pow’rs, (The Greeks and I), to 1 lion’s hodile tow’rs, 44 HOMER’S ILIAD. 2 8,'. And bring the race of royal baftards here. For Troy to ranfom at a price too dear ? Fut fafer plunder thy own hofl fupplies ; Say, wouldTt thou teize fome valiant leader’s prize Or, if thy heart to gen’rous love be led, Some captive fair to blcfs thy kingly bed ? Whatc’er our mailer craves, fubmit we mull. Plagu’d with his pride, or punilh’d for his lull. Oh women of Achaia ! men no more ! Hence let us fly, and let him walle his (lore In loves and pleaiurcs on the Phrygian (bore. We may be wanted on fome bufy day. When Hector comes : fo great Achiiles may: From him he forc’d the prize we jointly gave, From him, the fierce, the fearlefs, and the brave ! And dorll he, as he ought, refent that wrong, This mighty tyrant were no tyrant long. Fierce from his feat, at this Ulyfles fprings, In gen’rous vengeance of the king of kings. With indignation fparkling in his eyes, He views the w'retch, and (lernly thus replies. Piece, faftioos monlfer, born to vex the date, With wrangling talents form’d for foul debate : Curb that impetuous tongue, nor ralhly vain, And fingly mad, afperfe the fov’rcign reign. Have we not known thee, (lave! of all our hod, The man who a£ts the lead, upbraids the mod ? Think not the Greeks to (hameful flight to bring, Nor let thofe lips profane the name of king. For our return we trud the heav’niy p jw’rs ; Be that their care ; to fight like men be ours. HOMER’s ILIAD. jij. 45 But grant the hot! with wealth the gen’rai load. Except detrattion, what'haft thou bellow’d ? Suppofe fome hero Ihould his fpoils refign, Art thou that hero, could thofe fpoils be thine ? Gods ! let me perilh on this hateful Ihore, And let thefe eyes behold my fon no more; If, on thy next offence, this hand forbear To ftrip thofe arms thou ill-deferv’ft to wear, Expel the council where our princes meet, And fend thee Icourg’d, and howling thro’ the fleet. He faid, and cow’ring as the daftard bends, The weighty fceptre on his back defcends : On the round bunch the bloody tumours rife ; The tears fpring ftarting from his haggard eyes : Trembling he fat, and Ihrunk in abjcft fears, From his vile viffge wip’d the Raiding tears. While to his neighbour each exprefs’d his thought: Ye Gods ! what wonders has UlylTes wrought ? What fruits his conduit and his courage yield ? Great in the council, glorious in the field. Gen’rous he rifes in the crown’s defence, To curb the factious tongue of infolence. Such juft examples on offenders ibown, Seditions filence, and affert the throne. ’Twas thus the gen’rai voice the hero prais’d, Who, rifing, high th’ imperial Iceptre rais’d: The blue-ey’d Fallas, his celeftial friend, (In form a herald), bade the crouds attend. Th’ expecting crouds in ftill attention hung. To hear the wifdom of his heavenly tongue. Then deeply thoughtful, paufing e’er he fpoke, His filence thus the prudent hero broke. «C, H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. 34S. Unhappy monarch ! whom the Grecian race With fhame deferting, heap with vile diferace. Not fuch at Argos was their gen’rous vow, Once ail their voice, but ah ! forgotten now : Ne’er to return, was then the common cry, Till Troy’s proud lirudtures Ihould in adies lie. Behold them weeping for their native (hore ! What could their wives or helplefs children more ? What heart but melts to leave the tender train, And, one fhort month, endure the wint’ry main ? Few leagues remov’d, we with our peaceful feat. When the Ihip toffes, and the tempefts beat: Then well may this long (lay provoke their tears, The tedious length of nine revolving years. Not for their grief the Grecian hoft I blame ; But vanquifh’d ! baffled ! Oh eternal (hame ! Expeft the time to Troy’s deflmdtion giv’n, And try the faith of Calchas and of heav’n. What pai's’d at Anils, Greece can witnefs bear, And all who live to breathe this Phrygian air. Befide a fountain’s facred brink we rais’d Our verdant altars, and the vidtims blaz’d; (T'was where the plane-tree fpread its lhades around ;) The altars heav’d ; and from the crumbling ground A mighty dragon ftot, of dire portent; From Jove himfclf the dreadful fign was fent. Strait to the tree his fanguine fpires he roll’d, And curl’d around in many a winding fold. The topmoft branch a mother-bird poffell ; Eight callow infants fill’d the moffy neft ; Herfelf the ninth ; the ferpent as he hung, Strech’d his black jaws, and crafh’d the crying young; HOME R’s ILIAD, 300, 47 While hov’ring near, with tr.iferable moan, The drooping mother wail’d her children gone. The mother laft, as round the neft ihe flew, Seiz’d by the beating wing, the monfler flew : Nor long furviv’d ; to marble turn’d he Hands, A lading prodigy on Auiis’ Hands. Sue was the will of Jove; and hence we dare Truft in his omen, and Support the war. For while around we gaze with wond’ring eyes, And trembling fought the pow’rs with facrifice. Full of his God, the rev’rend Calchas cry’d, Ye Grecian warriors ! lay your fears afidc. This wondrous fignai Jove himfelf difplays, Of long, long labours, but eternal praife. As many birds as by the fnake were flain. So many years the toils of Greece remain; But wait the tenth, for [lion’s fall decreed: Thus fpoke the prophet, thus the fates fucceed. Obey, ye Grecians! with fubmiflion wait; Nor let your flight avert the Trojan fate. He faid: The fhores with loud applaufes found, The hollow fhips each deaf’ning fhout rebound. Then Neflor thus—Thefe vain debates forbear. Ye talk like children, not like heroes dare. Where now are all your high refolves at lad? Your leagues concluded, your engagements pad ? Vow’d with libations and with vittims then, Now vanifti’d like their fmoke : The faith of men! Whiie ufelefs words confume th’ unaftive hours, No wonder Troy fo long refids our pow’rs. Rife, great Atrides ! and with courage fway; Wc march to war, if thou direct the way. 45 H O M E R’s I L I xV D. 4ix. Ent leave the few that dare refift thy laws, The mean deferters of the Grecian caufe, To grudge the conquefts mighty Jove prepares, And view, with envy, our fuccefsful wars. On that great day when firft the martial train. Big with the fate of llion, plow’d the main, Jove, on the right, a profp’rous fignal fent, And thunder-rolling Ihook the firmament. Encourag’d hence, maintain the glorious flrife, Till ev’ry foldier grafp a Phrygian wife, Till Helen’s woes at full reveng’d appear, And Troy’s proud matrons render tear for tear. Before that day, if any Greek invite His country’s troops to bafe, inglorious flight; Stand forth that Greek ! and boift his lail to fly. And die the daflard firfl, who dreads to die. But now, O monarch ! ail thy chiefs advife : Nor what they offer, thou thyfelf deipife. Amongfl thofe counfels, let not mine be vain ; In tribes and nations to divide thy train : His ftp’rate troops let ev’ry leader call, Each flrengthen each, and all encourage all. What chief, or foldier, of the num’rous band. Or bravely fights, or ill obeys command, When thus diflinff they war, (hall (bon be known. And what the caufe of llion not o’erthrown ; If fate refills, or if our arms are flow, If gods above prevent, or men below. To him the king : How much thy years excel In arts of counfel, and in fpeaking well : O would the gods, in love to Greece, decree But ten fuch fages as they grant in thee; H O M E R’s ILIAD. II. 444- 4? Such wifdom foon (hould Priam’s force deftroy, And foon Ihouid fall the haughty tow’rs of Troy ! But Jove forbids, who plunges thofe he hates In fierce contention, and in vain debates. Now great Achilles from our aid withdraws. By me provok’d ; a captive maid the caufe : If e’er as friends we join, the Trojan wall Muft fliake, and heavy will the vengeance fall ! But now, ye warriors, take a fhort repafl; And, well refrelh’d, to bloody confliff halle. His lharpen’d fpear let ev’ry Grecian wield, And ev’ry Grecian fix his brazen Ihield, Let all excite the fiery fleeds of war, And all for combat fit the rattling car, This day, this dreadful day, let each contend ; No reft, no refpite, till the lhades defeend ; Till darknefs, or till death fiiall cover all : Let the war bleed, and let the mighty fall : Till bath’d in fweat be ev’ry manly brealt, With the huge fhield each brawny arm deprefl. Each aching nerve refufe the lance to throw, And each fpent courfer at the chariot blow. Who dares, inglorious, in his (hips to flay, Who dares to tremble on this fignal day, ' That wretch, too mean to fall by martial pow’r. The birds fliall mangle, and the dogs devour. The monarch fpoke ; and ftrait a murmur rofe, Loud as the forges when the temped blows, That dalh’d on broken rocks tumultuous roar. And foam and thunder on the flony fiiore. ' Strait to the tents the troops difperfing bend, The fires are kindled, and thefmokes afeend ; Voju V. D s® H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. II. 475. With hafly feafts they facrifice, and pray T’ avert the dangers of the doubtful day. A fleer of five years age, large limb’d, and fed, To Jove’s high altars Agamemnon led : There bade the noblefl of the Grecian peers ; And Nefforfirft, as moft advanc’d in years. Next came Idomeneus, and Tydeus’ fon, Ajax thelefs, and Ajax Telamon ; Then wife Ulyfles in his rank was plac’d; And Menelaus, came unhid, thelaft. The chiefs furround the deflin’d beaff, and take The facred off’ring of the failed cake : When thus the king prefers his folernn pray’r: Oh thou ! whofe thunder rends the clouded air. Who in the heav’n of heav’ns haft fix’d thy throne, Supreme of Gods ! unbounded, and alone! Hear ! and before the burning fun defeends, Before the night her gloomy veil extends, Low in the duft be laid yon hoftile fpires. Be Priam’s palace funk in Grecian fires. In Hedlor’s bread be plung’d this finning fword. And flaughter’d heroes groan around their lord ! Thus pray’d the chief : His unavailing pray’r Great Jove refus’d, and tofs’d in empty air : The god averfe, while yet the fumes arole, Prepar’d new toils, and doubled woes on woes. Their pray’rs perform’d, the chiefs the rite purfue. The barley fprinkled, and the victim flew. The limbs they fever from th’ inclofing hide, The thighs, felefled to the gods, divide. On thefe, in double cauls involv’d with art, The choiceft morfds lie from cv’ry part. H O M E R’s ILIAD. II. Jo8. sr i From the cleft wood the crackling flames afpire, (; While the fat victims feed the facred fire. The thighs thus facrific’d, and entrails drtft, 'I'll’ aflillants part, transfix, and roaft the reft ; Then fpread the tables, the repaft prepare ; ! Each takes his feat, and each receives his Ih&re. Soon as the rage of hunger Was fuppreft, The gen’rous Neftor thus the prince addrefs'd : Now bid thy heralds found the loud alarms. And call the fquadrons fheath’d in brazen arms : , Now feize th’ occafion, now the troops furvey, .And lead to war when heav’n diredts the way. He Lid : The moparch ilTu’d his .commands ; Strait the loud heralds call the gath’ring bands. The chiefs inclofe their king ; the hofts divide In tribes and nations rank’d on cither fide. High in the midft the blue-ey’d virgin flies ; From rank to rank ihe darts her ardent eyes : : The dreadful aegis, Jove’s immortal fliield, ! -Blaz’d on her arm, and lighten’d all the field : Round the vaft orb an hundred ferpents roll’d. Form’d the bright fringe, and feem’d to burn in gold., With this each Grecian’s manly heart Ihe warms, Swells their bold hearts, and firings their nervous arms 1 No more they figh, inglorious to return, But breathe revenge, and for the combat burn. As on Gome mountain, through the lofty grove. The crackling flames afeend, and blaze above ; The fires expanding as the winds arife, Shoot their long beams, and kindle half the flues; 1 So from the polilh’d arms, and brazen fhields, A gleamy fpieadour flafh’d along the fields. D * 51 H O M E R’s ILIAD. II. 440. Not lefs their number than th’ embody’d cranes, Or milk-white fwans in Alius’ wat’ry plains, That o’er the windings of Cayfter’s fprings, Stretch their long necks, and clap their milling win Now tow’r aloft, and courfe in airy rounds ; Now light with noife ; with noife the field refounds. Thus num’rousand confus’d, extending wide, The legions croud Scamander’s fiow’ry fide ; With rulhing troops the plains are cover’d o’er, And thund’ring footfteps lhake the founding fliore. Along the river’s level meads they Hand, Thick as in fpring the fiow’rs adorn the land. Or leaves the trees ; or thick as infects play, The wand’ring nation of a fummer’s day. That drawn by milky ftreams, at ev’ning-hours. In gather’d fwarms furround the rural bow’rs; From pail to pail with bufy murmur run The gilded legions, ghtt’ring in the fun. So throng’d, fo clofe, the Grecian fquadron flood In radiant arms, and thirfl for Trojan blood. Each leader now his fcatter’d force conjoins. In clofe array, and forms the deep’ning lines. Not with more eafe, the Ikilful fhepherd fwain Colledts his flocks from thoufands on the plain. The king of kings, majeflically tali, Tow’rs o’er his armies, and outfhines them all: Like fome proud bull that round the paftures leads His fubjeft-herds, the monarch of the meads. Great as the gods, th’ exalted chief was feen. His ftrength like Neptune, and like Mars his mien, Jove o’er his eyes celeflial glories fpread, And dawning conqudl play’d around his head. H O M E R’s ILIAD. II. sn- S3 Say, virgins, feated round the throne divine, Ail-knowing Goddeffes! immortal Nine ! Since earth’s wide regions, heav’n’s unmeafur’d height. And hell’s ahyfs, hide nothing from your fight, (We, wretched mortals ! loft in doubts below. But guefs by rumour, and but boaft we know) ; Oh fay what heroes, fir’d by thirft of fame, Or urg’d by wrongs, to Troy’s deftruttion came l To count them all demands a thoufand tongues, A throat of brafs, and adamantine lungs, Daughters of Jove, allift I infpir’d by you The mighty labour dauntlefs I purfue: What crouded armies, from what climes they "bring. Their names, their numbers, and their chiefs I ling. The Catalogue of the Ships. The hardy warriors whom Boeotia bred, Penelius, Leitus, Prothoenor led : With thefe Arcelilaus andClonius ftand, Equal in arms, and equal in command. Thefe head the troops that rocky Aulis yields. And Eicon’s hills, and Hyde’s wat’ry fields. And Schoenos, Scholos, Graea near the main. And Mycaleflia’s ample piny plain. Thofe who in Peteon or Iltfion dwell. Or Harma where Apollo’s prophet fell; Heleon and Hyle, which the fprings o’erflovv; And Medeon lofty, and Ocalea low ; Or in the meads of Haliartus ftray. Or Thefpia lacred to the God of day. D 3 ' 54 HOME R’s ILIAD. II. 600. Oncheftus, Neptune’s celebrated groves; Copae, and Thifbe, fam’d for filver doves ; JFor flocks Erythrae, Gliila for the vine; Platea green, and Nifa the divine. And they whom Thebe’s well-built walls inclofe,- Where Hyde, Eatrefis, Corone rofe; And Arne rich, with purple harvefts crown’d; And Anthedon, Boeotia’s utmoft bound. Full fifty fhips they fend, and each conveys Twice fixty warriors through the foaming leas. To thefe fucceed Afpledon’s martial train. Who plough the fpacious Orchomenian plain. Two valiant brothers rule th’ undaunted throng, lalmen and Afcalaphus the ftrong: Sons of Aftyoche, the heav’nly fair, Whofe virgin charms fubdu’d the god of war : (In Aftor’s court as Ihe retir’d to refi, The ftrength of Mars the blufhing maid compreft) Their troops in thirty fable veffels fweep, With equal oars, the hoarfe-refounding deep. The Phocians next in forty barks repair, JLpiftrophus and Schedius head the war. From thofe rich regions where Cephiflus leads His filver current thro’ the flow’ry meads; From Panopea, Chryfa the divine, Where Anemoria’s (lately turrets fhine. Where Pytho, Daulis, Cypariffus flood, And fair Lilaea views the rifing flood. Thefe rang’d in order on the floating tide, Clofe, on the left, the bold Boeotians fide. Fierce Ajax led the Locrian fquadrons on, Ajax the lefs, Oileus’ valiant fon; HOME R’s ILIAD. II. 63*. SkiU’d to dire£l the flying dart aright; Swift in purfuit, and adtive in the fight. Him, as their chief, the chofen troops attend. Which Bella, Thronus, and rich Cynosfend : Opus, Calliarus, and Scarphe’s bands ; And thofe who dwell where pleafing Augia (lands, And where Boagrius floats the lowly lands, Or in fair Tarphe’s fylvan feats refide } In forty vdlels cut the yielding tide. Euboea next her martial fons prepares, And fends the brave Abantes to the wars : Breathing revenge, in arms they take their way From Chalets’ walls, and (Irong Eretria; Th’ Ifteiaa fields for gen’rous vines renown’d. The fair Caryfios, and the Styrian ground ; Where Dios from her tow’rs o’erlooks the plain, And high Cyrinthus views the neighb’ring main. Down their broad fhoulders fall a length of hair Their hands difmifs not the long lance in air ; But with portended fpears in fighting fields, Pierce the tough cors’lets and the brazen (hields. Twice twenty fhips tranfport the warlike bands. Which bold Elphenor, fierce in arms, commands,. Full fifty more from Athens flem the main, Led by Meneftheus thro’ the liquid plain, (Athens the fair, where great Eredtheus fway’d,. That ow’d his nurture to the blue-ey’d maid ; But from the teeming furrow took his birth,, The mighty oftspring of the foodful earth. Him Pallas plac’d amidft her wealthy fane. Ador’d with facrlfice and oxen (lain ; D 4 , $6 H O M E R’s I L I A D. II. 663. Wherr, as the years revolve, her altars blaze, And all the tribes relound the goddefs’ praife). No chief like thee, Meneftheus ! Greece could yield. To martial armies in the dufly field, Th’ extended wings of battle to difplay, Or clofe th’ embody’d holt in firm array. Neflor alone, improv’d by length of days. For martial conduft bore an equal praife. With thefe appear the Salaminian bands. Whom the gigantic Telamon commands; In twelve black (hips to Troy they (leer their courfe And with the great Athenians join their force. Next move to war the gen’rous x\rgive train, From high Troezcne and Mazeta’s plain. And fair Aigina circled by the main : Whom (Irong Tyrinthe’s lofty walls furround, And Epidaur with viny harvefts crown’d : And where fair Afinen and Hermion Ihow Their cliffs above, and ample bay below. Thefe by the brave Euryalus were led, Great Sthenelus, and greater Diomed, lint chief Tydides bore the fov’reign fway ; In fourfeore barks they plow the wat’ry way. The proud Mycene arms her martial pow’rs, Cleone, Corinth, with imperial tow’rs, Fair Araethyrea, Ornia’s fruitful plain, And JEgion, and Adraftus’ ancient reign ; And thofe who dwell along the fandy fhore, And where Pellene yields her fleecy (lore, Where Helice and Hyperefia lie, And Gonocffa’s fpires falute the (ky. H O M E R’s I L I A D. II. 694. Great Agamemnon rules the num’rous band; A hundred veffels in long order (land, And crouded nations wait his dread command. High on the deck the king of men appears, And his refulgent arms in triumph wears; Proud of his hod, unrival’d in his reign. In filent pomp he moves along the main. His brother follows, and to vengeance warms The hardy Spartans, exercis’d in arms : Phares and Bryfta’s valiant troops, and thofe Whom Lacedaemon’s lofty hills inclofe : Or Mefle’s tow’rs for (liver doves renown’d, Amyclae, Laas, Augia’s happy ground, And thofe whom Oetylo’s low walls contain. And Helos, on the margin of the main : Thefe, o’er the bending ocean, Helen’s cauls In fixty (hips with Menelaus draws : Eager and loud from man to man he flies, Revenge and fury flaming in his eyes ; While vainly fond, in fancy oft he hears The fair one’s grief, and fees her falling tears; In ninety fail, from Pylos’ fandy coafl, Neftor the fage conduits his chofen hod : From Amphigenia’s ever-fruitful land ; Where iEpy high, and little Pteleon (land ; it Where beauteous Arene her (Iructures (hows, And Thyron’s walls Alpheus’ dreams inclofe ; And Dorion, fam’d for Thamyris’ difgracc, Superior once of all the tuneful race, Till, vain of mortals empty praife, he drove To match the feed of cloud-compelling Jove i j8 H O M E R’s ILIAD. II. 71^ Too-daring bard ! whofe nnfucccfsful pride Th’ immortal Mufes in their art defj’d. Th’ avenging Mufes, of the light of day Depriv’d his eyes, and fnatch’d his voice away; No more his heav’nly voice was heard to fing ; His hand no more awak’d the filver firing. Where under high Cyllene, crown'd with wood. The (haded tomb of old A'pytus flood ; From Ripe, Stratie, Tegea’s bord’ring towns, The Phenean fields, and Orchomenian downs, Where the fat herds in plenteous pafhire rove ; And Stymphelus with her furrounding grove ; Pharrhafia, on her fnowy cliffs reclin’d, And high Enifpe fhook by wint’ry wind. And fair Mantinea’s ever-pleafing file ; In fixty fail th’ Arcadian bands unite. Bold Agapenor, glorious at their head, (Ancaeus’ fon), the mighty fquadron led. Their fhips, fupply’d by Agamemnon’s care, Through roaring feas the wond’ring warriors bear; The firfl to battle on th’ appointed plain ; But new to all the dangers of the main. Thofe, where fair Elis and Buprafium join ; Whom Hyrmin, here, and Myrfinus confine, And bounded there, where o’er the valleys rofe Th’ Olcnian rock ; and where Alifium flows; Beneath four chiefs (a num’rous army) came ; The (Length and glory of the Epean name. In fep’rate fquadrons thefe their train divide ; Each leads ten veflels through the yielding tide. One was Atpphimachus, and Thalpius one j (Eurytus’ this, and that Teatus’ fon} ; HOMER’s ILIAD- IT. 757. 59- Diores, fprung from Amarynceus’ line ; And great Polyxenus, of force divine. But thofe wbo view fair Elis o’er the Teas T’rom the blefs’d iflands of the Echinades, In forty veflels under Meges move, Begot by Phyleus the belov’d of Jove, To ftrong Dulichium from his fire he fled. And thence to Troy hfs hardy warriors led.- Ulyfles follow’d through the wat’ry road, A chief in wifdom equal to a god. With thofe whom Cephalenia’s iffe inclos’d, Or till their fields along the coaft oppos’d ; Or where fair Ithaca o’erlooks the floods. Where high Neritos fhakes his waving woods',. Where lEgilipa’s rugged fides are Teen, Crocylia rocky, and Zacynthus green. Tbefe in twelve galleys with vermilion prores-, Beneath his conduft fought the Phrygian (hores, Thoas came next, Andraemon’s valiant fon. From Pleuron’s walls, and chalky Calydon, And r«9Ugh Pylene, and th’ Olenian fteep, And Chalets beaten by the rolling deep. He led the warriors from tlA iEtolian fhore, For now the Tons of Oeneus were no more ! The glories of the mighty race were fled! Oeneus himfelf, and Meleager dead! To Thoas’ care now trull the martial train ; His forty vefiTels follow through the main. Next eighty barks the Cretan king commands, Of Gnoffus, Lyftus, and Gortyna’s bands, And thofe who dwell where Rhytion’s domes arife, Or "white Lycaflus glitters to the Ikies, fio H O M E R’s I L I A D. II. 78p. Or where by Phaeflus filver Jardan runs ; Crete’s hundred titles pour forth all her Ions. Thefe march’d, Idomeneus, beneath thy care. And Merion, dreadful as the god of war. Tlepolemus, the fon of Hercules, Led nine fwift vefTels through the foamy feas; From Rhodes, with everlafting funfhine bright, Jalyflus, Lindus, and Camirus white. His captive mother fierce Alcides bore From Ephyr’s walls, and Selle’s winding fiiore. Where mighty towns in ruins fpread the plain. And faw their blooming warriors early Haiti. The hero, when to manly years he grew, Alcides’ uncle, old Licymnius, flew ; For this, conftrain’d to quit his native place. And fiiun the vengeance of th’ Herculean race, A fleet he built, and with a num’rous train, Of willing exiles, wander’d o’er the main ; Where, many feas and many fuff’rings pad, On happy Rhodes the chief arriv’d at laft : There, in three tribes divides his native band. And rules them peaceful in a foreign land ; Increas’d and profper’d in their new abodes. By mighty Jove, the fire of men and gods; With joy they faw the growing empire rife, And ihow’rs of wealth defcending from the flues. Three fiiips with Nireus fought the Trojan fhore, Nireus, whom Aglac to Charopus bore ; Nireus, in faultlefs fhape and blooming grace, The loveliefl youth of all the Grecian race ; Pelides only match’d his early charms ; But few his troops, and fmall his flrength in arms. H O M E R’s ILIAD. II. 8ji. 61 Next thirty galleys cleave the liquid plain, ,Of' thofe Caiydnae’s fea-giit iftes contain ; With them the youth of Nifyrus repair, Cafus the ftrong, and Crapathus the fair ; Cos, where Eudpylus poflefs’d the fway, Till great Alcides made the realms obey; Thefe Antiphus and bold Phidippus bring, Sprung from the god by ThefTalus the king. Now, Mule, recount Pelafgic Argos’ pow’rs, From Alos, Alope, and Trechin’s tow’rs ; From Phthia’s fpacious vales; and Hella, ble(? With female beauty far beyond the reft. Full fifty (hips beneath Achilles’ care, Th’ Achaians, Myrmidons, Hellenians bear; Thefl'alians all, though various in their name ; The fame their nation, and their chief the lame. But now inglorious, ftretch’d along the Ihore, ; They hear the brazen voice of war no more ; No more the foe they face in dire array : Clofe in his fleet the angry leader lay ; Since fair Brifeis from his arms was torn, : The nobleft fpoil from fack’d Lyrnefius born. Then, when the chief the Theban walls o’erthrew,. And the bold fons of great Evenus flew. There mourn’d Achilles, plung’d in depth of care, -But foon to life in.flaughter, blood, and war. To thefe the youth of Phylace fucceed, Itona, famous for her fleecy breed. And grafly Pteleon, deck’d with chearful greens. The bow’rs of Ceres, and the fylvan fcenes: Sweet Pyrrhafus, with blooming flow’rets crown’d, And Antron’s wat’ry dens, and cavcrn’d ground. 61 HOMER’s ILIAD. II. 853. Thefe own’d as chief Protefilas the brave, Who now lay blent in the gloomy grave : The firft who boidly touch’d .the Trojan Ihore, And dy’d a Phrygian lance with Grecian gore.; There lies, far dillatit from his native plain ; L’lifinilh’d his proud palaces remain. And his fad confort beats her bread in vain. His troops in forty ihips Podarces led, Tphiclus’ fon, and brother to the dead ; Nor he unworthy to command the hod ; 'Yet (till they mourn’d their antient leader loft. The men who Glaphyra’s fair foil pat take. Where hills encircle Boebe’s lowly lake. Adhere Pherac hears the neighb’ring waters fall, ■Or proud Jolcus lifts her airy wall. In ten black flrips embark’d for llion’s fliore, With bold Eumelus, whom Alcefte bore : All Pelius’race Alceftc far ontlhin’d, The grace and glory of the beauteous kind. The troops Methone, or Yhaumacia yields, Olizon’s rocks, or Meiiboea’s fields. With Philoftetes fail’d, whofe matchlefs art. From the tough bow directs the feather’d dart. Sev’n were his fliips ; each veffel fifty row, ■Skill’d in his fcience of the dart and bow : But he lay raging on the Lemnian ground ; A pois’nous hydra gave the burning wound ; There groan’d the chief in agonizing pain, Whom Greece at length lhall wilh, nor wilh in vain. His forces Medon led from Lemnos’ (bore, Oilcus’ fon, whom beauteous Rhena bote. H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. II. 884. 6} Th’ Oecalian race, in thofe high tow’rs contain’d, 1 Where once Eurytus in proud triumph reign’d ; Or where her humbler turrets Tricca rears. Or where Ithome, rough with rocks, appears; In thirty fail the fparkling waves divide, Which Podalirius and Machaon guide. To thefe his (kill their parent god imparts. Divine profefl'ors of the healing arts. The bold Ormenian and Afterian bands In forty harks Eurypylus commands, , Where Titan hides his hoary head in fnow, 1 And where Hyperia’s filver fountains flow. Thy troops, Argiffa, Polypoetes leads And Eleon, fhelter’d by Olympus’ fnades, Gyrtone’s warriors, and where Orthe lies. And Olooflon’s chalky cliffs arilc. j Sprung from Pirithous of immortal race. The fruit of fair Hippodame’s embrace. (That day, when hiiiTd from Peiion’s cloudy head. To diftant dens the fnaggy centaurs fled) With Polypoetes join’d in equal fway Leontens leads, and forty Ihips obey. In twenty fail the bold Perrhaebians came From Cyphus, Guneus was their leader’s name. hWith thefe the Enians join’d, and thofe who freeze, Where cold Dodona lifts her holy trees ; iOr where the pleafing Titarefius glides, And into Peneus rolls his eafy tides, ■ Yet o’er the filver furface pure they flow. The facred dream unmix’d with dreams below, :\:Sacred and awful! from the dark abodes f Styx pours them forth, the dreadful oath of gods! C4 HOMER’s ILIAD. II. pis. Lad under Prothous the Magnefians flood, Prothous the fwift, of old Tenthredon’s blood; Who dwell where Pelion, crown’d with piny boughs, Obfcures the glade, and nods his (baggy brows ; Or where thro’ flow’ry Tempe Peneus flray’d, (The region flretch’d beneath his mighty (hade ;) In forty fable barks they (lemm’d the main : Such were the chiefs, and fuch the Grecian train. Say next, O Mule! of all Achaia breeds, Who braved fought, or rein’d the nobled deeds? Eumelus’ mares were foremod in the chace. As eagles fleet, and of Pheretian race; lired where Pieria’s fruitful fountains flow, And train’d by him who bears the filver bow. Fierce in the fight, their noflrils breath’d a flame, Their height, their colour, and their age the fame ; O’er fields of death they whirl the rapid car. And break the ranks, and thunder o’er the war. Ajax in arms the fird renown acquir’d, While dern Achilles in his wrath retir'd : (His was the drength that mortal might exceeds, And his, th’ unrival’d race of hcav’nly deeds): But Thetis’ fon now (bines in arms no more ; His troops, ncglefled on the Tandy fliorc. In empty air their fporlive jav’lins throw, Or whirl the dilk, or bend an idle bow : Undain’d with blood his cover’d chariots dand ; Th’ immortal courfers graze along the drand ; But the brave chiefs th’ inglorious life deplor’d. And wand’ring o’er the camp, requir’d their lord. Now, like a deluge, cov’ring all around. The (hilling armies fweep along the ground ; HOME R’s ILIAD. II. 548. Swift as a flood cf Arc, whendorms aj.fe, Floats the wide field, and blazes to the Ikies,. Earth groan’d beneath them ; as when angry Jovti- Hurls down the forky lightning from above, On Arime when he the thunder tlirows, And fires dyphoeus with redoubled blows. Where Ty.phon, prefs’d beneath the burning load. Still feels the fury of th’ avenging God. But various Iris, Jove’s commands to bear, Speeds on the wings of winds through liquid air In Priam’s porch the Trojan chiefs (lie found, The old confulting, and the youths around. Polites’ ftiape, the monarch’s fon, fhe chofe, Who from /Efetes’ tomb obferv’d tbe foes, High on the mound; from whence in profpeft lay 'I'be fields, the tents, the navy, and the bay. In this diflembled form, (lie hafles to bring T!i’ unwelcome meflage to the Phrygian king. Ceafe to confult, the time lor adiion calls. War, horrid war, approaches to your walls! Aflembled armies oft have I beheld; Bin n’er till now fuch numbers charg’d a field. Thick as autumnal leaves, or driving fand, The moving fquadrons blacken all the flrand. Thou, godlike Heftor! all thy force employ, Afl’emble all th’ united bands of Troy ; In juft array let ev’ry leader call The foreign troops : This day demands them aiL. The voice divine the mighty chief alarms ; The council breaks, the warriors rufh to arms The gates unfolding pour fi rth all their train,. Nations on nations fill the dulky plalu, W>L V. E. C<5 HOMER’s ILIAD. H. p8*. ■Men, fteeds, and chariots fhake the trembling ground; The tumult thickens, and the Ikies refoiind. Amidft the plain, in light of llion, Hands A rifing mount, the work of human hands; (This for Myrinne’s tomb th’ immortals know, Tho’ call’d Bateia in the world below) ; Beneath their chiefs in martial order here, Th’ auxiliar troops and Trojan hoftsappear. The godlike Hedlor, high above the reft, Shakes his huge fpear, and nods his plumy crefi ' In throngs around his native bands repair, And groves of lances glitter in the air. Divine .Eneas brings the Dardan race, Anchifes’ Ion, by Venus (tol’n embrace, Born in the (hades of Ida’s fecrct grove, (A mortal mixing with the queen of love;) Archilochus and Acamas divide The warrior’s toils, and combat by his fide. Who fair Zeleia’s wealthy valleys till. Fall by the foot of Ida’s facred hill ; Or drink, rElepus, of thy fable flood ; Were led by 1’andarus, of royal blood : To whom his art Apollo deign’d to (how. Grac’d with the prefents of his (hafts and bow. From rich Apaefus and Adreftia’s tow’rs, High Teree’s fummits, and Pityea’s bovv’rs : From thefe the congregated troops obey Young Amphius and Adraflns’ equal fway; Old Merops’ fons; whom, (kill’d in fates to come, The Are forewarn’d, and prophefy’d their doom : Fate urg’d them on 1 the fire forewarn’d in vain ; They ruflt’d to war, and perifh’d on the plain. HOMER’s ILIAD. H. ion. From Praftius’ ftream, Percotes’ pafture lands. And Seftos and Abydo’s neighb’ring ftrands, From great Arilba’s walls and Selle’s coaft, Afius Hyrtacides condufts his boft: High on his car he (hakes the flowing reins. His fiery conifers thunder o’er the plains. The fierce Pelafgi next, in war renown’d, March from Larifla’s ever fertile ground : In equal arms their brother leaders (hine, Hippothous bold, and Pyleus the divine. Next Acamus and Pyrous lead their hofls. In dread array, from Thracia’s wintry coafls; Round the bleak realms where Hellefpontus roars, And Boreas beats the hoarfe-refounding fhores. With great Euphemus the Ciconians move. Sprung from Troezenian Ceus, lov’d by Jove. Pyraechmes the Paeonian troops attend, Skill’d in the fight their crooked bows to bend; From Axius’ ample bed he leads them on, Axius, that leaves the diftant Amydon ; Axius, that fwells w'i'th all his neighb’ring rills. And wide around the floating region fills. The Paphlagonians Pylaemenes rules, Where rich Hynetia breeds her favage mules, Where Erythinus’ rifing clifts are feen, Thy groves of box, Cytorus! ever green ; And where vEgialus and Cromna lie, And lofty Sefamus invades the (ky; And where Parthenius, roll’d thro’ banks of fiow’rs, Reflefls her bord’ring palaces and bow’rs. Here march’d in arms the Halizonian band, Whom Odius and Epiftrophus command ; E z 4S HOME R’s ILIA D. II. 1044. From thofe far regions where the fun refines The ripening filver in Alybean mines. There, mighty Chromis kd the Myfian traii)5 And augur Ennomus, infpir’d in vain ; For Item Achi'les lopt his facred head, Roll’d down Scamander with the vulgar dead. Phoicys and brave Afcanius here unite Th’ Afcanian Phrygians, eager for the fight. Of thofe who round Maeonia’s realms refide, Oi whom the vales in (hade of Tmolus hide, Mefthles and Antiphus the charge partake ; Born on the banks of Gyges’ lilent lake. There, from the fields where wild Maeandcr flows,- High Mycale, and Latmos’ fliady brows, And ptoud Miletus, came the Carian throngs. With mingled clamours, t.nd with barb’rous tongues Amphimachus and Naufles guide the train, Nauftes the bold, Amphimachus the vain, Who trick’d with gold, and glittering on his car, Rode like a woman to the field of war: Fool that he was! by fierce Achilles flain. The river fwept him to the briny main : There whelm’d with waves the gaudy- warrior lies; The valiant viftor feiz’d the golden prize. The forces lad in fair array fucceed, Which blamelefs Glaucus and Sarpedon lead; The warlike bands that diftant Lycia yields, Where gulphy Xanthus foams along the fields. t THE ILIAD. BOOK III.

THE ARGUMENT. The Duel of Menelaus and Paris. THE armies being ready to engage, a (ingle com- bat is agreed upon between Menelaus and Paris, (by the intervention of Hedlor,) for the determination of the war. Iris is fent to call Plelena to behold the the fight. She leads her to the walls of Troy, where Priam fat with his counfellors obferving the Grecian leaders on the plain below ; to whom He- len gives an account of the chief of them. The kings on either part take the folemn oath for the conditions of the combat. The duel enfues, where- in Paris being overcome, is fnatched away in a cloud by Venus, and tranfported to his apartment. tl' She then calls Helen from the walls, and brings the ,v levers together. Agamemnon, on the part of the Grecians, demands the reftoration of Helen, and the performance of the articles. The three and twentieth day dill continues through- ; out this book. The feene is fometimes in the fields it before Troy, and fometimes in Troy itfelf, E 3 —■—-—■. — BOOK m.

'pHUS tbe!r leaders’ care each martial band Moves into ranks, and Itretcbes o’er the land.. With (bouts the Trojans rufhing from afar, Proclaim their motions, and provoke the war : So when inclement winters vex the plain With piercing frofls, or thick defeending rain, ' To warmer feas the cranes embody’d fly, With noife, and order, thro’ the mid-way Iky; To pigmy nations wounds a id death they bring,, And all the war dtfeends upon the w ing. But filent, breathing rage, refolv’d and (kill’d By mutual aid to fix a doubtful field, Swift march the Greeks; the rapid dud around Dark’ning arifes from the labour’d ground. Thus from his flaggy wings when Notus (beds •A night of vapours round the mountain-heads, Swift-gliding miffs the dufky fields invade, To thieves more grateful than the mid-night (hade :: While fcarce the {wains their feeding flocks furvey, , Loft and confus’d amidft the thicken’d day : So wrapt in gathering duft, the Grecian train , A moving cloud, fwept on, and hid the plain. Now front to front the hoftile armies fraud. Eager of fight, and only wait command ; W hen, to the van, before the Tons of fame Whom Troy lent forth, the beauteous Paris cams ;r In form a God ! the panther’s fpeckled hyde. Slow’d o’er his armour with an eafy. pride., E 4 H O M E R’s ILIAD. III. 19, His bended bow acrofj bis (boulders flung, His (word befide him negligently hung, Two pointed fpears he (hook with gallant grace. And dar’d the braved of the Grecian race. As thus with glorious air and proud diidain, He boldly dalk’d the foretpod on the plain, Him Menelau?, lov’d of Mars, efpies. With heart elated, and with joyful eyes : So joys a lion, if the branching deer, Or mountain goat, his bulky prize, appear ; Eager he feizes and devours the (lain, Pred by bold youths, and baying dogs in vain. Thus fond of vengeance, with a furious bound. In clanging arms he leaps upon the ground From bis high chariot : Him, approaching near. The beauteous champion views with marks of fear. Smit with a confcious fenfe, retires behind, And (huns the fate he well deferv’d to find. As when fome (hepherd from the rudling trees Shot forth to view, a fcaly ferpent fees ; Trembling and pale, he darts with wild affright And all confus’d precipitates his flight. So from the king the fltining warrior flies. And plung’d amid the thicked Trojans lies. As godlike Heflor fees the prince retreat, He thus upbraids him with a gen’rous heat. Unhappy Paris! but to women brave ! So fairly form’d, and only to deceive ! Oh hadd thou dy’d, when fird thou faw’d the light Or dy’d at lead before thy nuptial rite ! A better fate than,vainly thus to bead, And fly, Hie fcandal of thy Trojan hod. HOMER’S ILIAD. III. Cr. I /Gods! how the fcornful Greeks exult to fee * Their fears of dangtt aucleceiv d in thee ! Thy figure promis’d with a maru.:’ air, ■But til thy foul fuppiie? a form fo fair. , In former day s, in all thy gallant pride, When thy tall mips triu mphant Item’d the tide, When Greece beheld thy painted canvas flow. And crouds llood wond’ring at the paffing Ihow ; Say, was it thus, with tuch a baffled mien, You met th’ approaches 01 the Spartan queen, i, Thus from her realm convey’d the beauteous prize, And both her warlike lords outfhin’d in Helen’s eyes? This deed thy foes delight, thy own d’.tgrace, Thy father’s grief, and ruin of thy race; This deed recalls thee to the proffer’d fight; Or haft thou injur’d whom thou dar’ft not right ? ) Soon to thy coft the field would make thee know, Thou keep’ft the confort of a braver foe. Thy graceful form inflilleth foft defire. Thy curling trelTes, and thy filver lyre ; Beauty and youth, in vain to thefe you truth, When youth and beauty (hall be laid in dull: Troy yet may wake, and one avenging blow Crufh the dire author of his country’s woe. •' His filence here, with hlulhes, Paris breaks : I ’Tis juft, my brother, what your anger fpeaks : * But who tike thee can boafh a foul fedate, So firmly proof to all the (hocks of fate ! Thy force, like (heel, a temper’d hardnefs fhows, Still edg’d to wound, and (hill untir’d with blows, * Like fieel, uplifted by fome flrenuous Twain, 1 With falling woods to (trow the wafted plain. 74 HOME R’s ILIA D. HI. p j. Tliy gifts Ipraifc; nor thou dcfpifc the charms With which a lover golden Venus arms ; Soft moving fpeech, and pleafing outward Ihow : Ho with can gain ’em, but the gods beflow. Yet, wouldfl thou have the proffer’d'combat Hand, The Greeks and Trojans feat on cither handj Then let a mid-way fpace our hofts divide. And on that ftage of war the caufe be try’d : By Paris there the Spartan king be fought, For beauteous Helen and the wealth fhe brought; And who his rival can in arms fubdue, His be the fair, and his the treafure too. Thus with a lading league your toils may ceafe, And Troy pcflefs her fertile fields in peace ; Thus may the Greeks review their native (hore. Much fam’d for gen’rous deeds, for beauty more. He faid. The challenge Hetdor heard with joy Then with his fpear redrain’d the youth of Troy, Held by the midd, athwart; and near the foe Advanc’d with deps majefiically flow. While round his dauntlefs head the Grecians pour Their flones and arrows in a mingled fhow’r. Then thus the monarch great Atrides cry’d ; Forbear, ye warriors, lay the darts afide : A parley Heftor afks, a meflage bears; W'e know him by the various plume he wears. Aw’d by his high command the Greeks attend, The tumult filence, and the fight fufpend. While from the centre HeHor rolls his eyes On either hod, and thus to both applies. Hear, all ye Trojans, ail ye Grecian bands1 What Paris, author of the war, demands. H O M E R’s ILIAD. Ilf. u;. 75 Your fhining fwords within the fheath reflrain,. And pitch your lances in the yielding plain. Here, in the midft, in either army’s light. He dares the Spartan king to fingle fight; And wills, that Helen and the ravifh’d fpoil That caus’d the conteft, (hall reward the toil. Let thefe the brave triumphant vidior grace, And differing nations part in leagues of peace.- He fpoke : In ftiil fufpenfe on either fide Each army flood : The Spartan chief reply’d. Me too, ye warriors hear, whole fatal right A world engages in the toils of fight. To me the labour of the field refign ; Me Paris injur’d ; all the war be mine. Fall he that muff, beneath his rival’s arms. And live the reft ficcure of future harms. Two lambs, devoted by your country’s rite, To earth a fable, to the fun a white, Prepare, ye Trojans! while a third we bring Seleft to Jove, th’ inviolable king. Let rev’rend Priam in the truce engage, And add the fanftion of confiderate age; His fons are faithlefs, headlong in debate. And youth itfelf an empty wav’ring ftate : Cool age advances venerably wife, Turns on all hands its deep difeerning eyes; Sees what befel, and what may yet befal. Concludes from both, and beft provides for all. The nations hear, with rifing hopes poileft. And peaceful profpects dawn in ev’ry bread. Within the lines they drew their deeds around. And from their chariots iflu’d on the ground; ;<> IIOMER’s ILIAD. III. 157. Next all unbucklii'g the rich mail they wore ; Lay’d their bright arms along the fable fhore. On either fide the meeting hofts are feen, With lances fix’d, and clofe the fpace between. Two heralds now difpatch’d to Troy, invite The Phrygian monarch to the peaceful rite; Talthybius haflens to the fleet to bring The lamb for Jove, th’ inviolable king. Mean time, to beauteous Helen, from the (kies The various goddefs of the rainbow flies; (Like fair Laodice in form and face, The lovelieft nymph of Priam’s royal race) Her in the palace, at her loom (he found; The golden web her own fad (lory crown’d. The Projan wars (lie weav’d (herfelf the prize) And the dire triumphs of her fatal eyes. To whom the goddefs of the painted bow ; Approach and view the wond’rous fcene below! Each hardy Greek, and valiant Trojan knight, So dreadful late, and furious for the fight, Now reft their fpears, or lean upon their Ihields ; Ceas’d is the war, and filent all the fields. Paris alone and Sparta’s king advance, In (inglefight to tofs the beamy lance ; Each met in arms the fate of combat tries, Thy love the motive, and thy charms the prize. This faid, the many-coloui’d maid infpires Her hufband’s love, and wakes her former fires; Her country, parents, all that once were dear, Ruth to her thought, and force a tender tear. O’er her fair face a fnowy veil (he threw', And, foftly fighing, from the loom withdrew. HOMER’s ILIAD. III. 185. 77 Her handmaids Clymene and iEthra wait Her filent footfteps to the Scaean gate. There fat the feniors of the Trojan race, (Old Priam’s chiefs, and mod in Priam’s grace,) The king the fir ft : Thymoetes at his fide; Lampus and Clytius, long in council try’d ; Panthus, and Hicetaon, once the flrong; And next the uifeft of the rev’rend throng; Antenor grave, and fage Ucalegon, Lean’d on the walls, and balk’d before the fun. Chiefs, who no more in bloody fights engage, But wife thro’ time, and narrative with age ; In fummcr-days, like gralhoppers rejoice, A bloodlefs race, that fends a feeble voice. Theft, when the Spartan queen approach’d the tow’r In fecret own’d icfiftlefs beauty’s pow’r : They cry’d, no wonder. Inch celertial charms For nine long years have fet the world in arms ; What winning graces ! what majeflic mien ! She moves a goddefs, and'fhe looks a queen ! Yet hence, oh hcav’n ! convey that fatal face, And from deftrudtion fave the Trojan race. The good old Priam welcom’d her, and cry’d, Approach, my child, and grace thy father’s fide. See on the plain thy Grecian fpoufe appears, \ The friends and kindred of thy former years. No crime of thine our preient fuff’rings draws. Not thou, but heav’n’s difpofing will, the caufe; The gods thefe armies and this force employ, The hoflile gods confpire the fate of Troy. But lift thy eyes and fay, what Greek is he, (Far as from hence thefe aged orbs can fee,) }S HOMHR’s ILIAD. I IT. at. Around whofe brow fuch martial graces fhine, So tall, fo awful, and almoft divine ? Tho’ fome of larger ftature tread the green, None match his grandeur and exalted mien : He Items a monarch, and his country’s pride. Thus ceas’d the king, and thus the fair reply’d. Before thy prefence, father, I appear With confcious ihame and reverential fear. Ah, had I dy’d, ere to thefe walls 1 fled, Falfe to my country, and my nuptial bed, My brothers, friends, and daughter left behind, Falfe to them ali, to Paris only kind ! For this I mourn, till grief or dire difeafe Shall vvafte the form whofe crime it was to pleafe The king of kings, Atrides, you furvey, Great in the war, and great in arts of fway : My brother once, before my days of fliame, And oh ! that fliil he bore a brother’s name ! With wonder Priam view’d the godlike man, Extoll’d the happy prince, and thus began : O bled Atiides ! bom to profp’rous fate, Succefsful monarch of a mighty Hate ! How vad tby empire! of yon matcblefs train What numbers lod, what numbers yet remain ! In Phrygia once were gallant armies known, In ancient time, when Otreus fill’d the throne. When god-like Mygdon led their troops of horfe. And I, to join them, rais’d the Trojan force : Againd the manlike Amazons we docd, And Sangar’s dream ran purple with their blood. But far inferior thofe, in martial grace, And firength of numbers, to this Grecian race. HOMER'S ILIAD. Hi. 253. ■79 This laid, once more he view'd the warrior-train t What’s he, whole arms lie fcatter’d on the plain ? Broad is his bread, his fhotilders larger fpread, Tho’ great Atrides overtops his head. Nor yet appear his care and conduit fmall ; From rank to rank he moves, and orders all. The (lately ram thus meafures o’er the ground, And, mailer of the flock, furveys them round. Then Helen thus. Whom your difeerning eyes Have Angled out is’Lhacus the wife : , A barren ifland boafts his glorious birth ; Flis fame for wifdom fills tire fpacious earth. Antenor took the word, and thus began: MyfUf, O king ! have feen that wond’rous man ; When trnfting Jove and hofpitable laws, To Troy he came, to plead the Grecian caufe; (Great Menelaus urg’d the fame requeft) l\Iy houfe was honour’d with each royal gueft: I knew their perfons, and admir’d their parts, Both brave in arms, and both approv’d in arts. Ereil, the Spartan mod engag’d our view, UlyfTcs feated, greater rev’rence drew. When Atreus’ fon harangu’d the iifl’ning train, Juft was his fenfe, and his expreffion plain, 1 His words fuccinft, yet full, without a fault; He fpoke no more than juft the thing he ought. *• But when UlyfTes rofe, in thought profound. His modeft eyes he fix’d upon the ground; As one unfkili’d or dumb, he feem’d to Brand, Nor rais’d ins head, nor ftretch’d Iris fceptrecl hand ; > But, when he fpeaks, what elocution flows? Soft as the fleeces of defeending (hows 8o HOMER’s ILIAD. III. 1*5. The copious accents fall; with eafy art Melting they fall; and link into the heart ! Wond’ring we hear; and, fix’d in deep lurprize,.. Our cars refute the cenfure of our eyes. The king then alk’d, (as yet the camp he view'd,}* What chief is that, with giant flrength endu’d, Whofe brawny Ihoulders, and whole {welling chell,. And lofty llaturc far exceed the reft ? Ajax the great, (the beauteous queen reply’d ;) Himftlf a hoft : The Grecians ftrength and pride. See ! bold klomeneus fuperior tow’rs Amidft yon circle of his Cretan povv’rs, Great as a god ! 1 faw him once before, With IvJeuelaus, on the Spartan fhore. The reft I know, and could in order name ; All valiant chiefs, and men of mighty fame. Yet two are wanting ot th’ num’rous train, Whom-long my eyes have fought, but fought in vain; Caftor and Pollux, firft in martial force, One hold on foot, and one renown’d for horfe; My brothers thefe ; the fame our native fhore, One houfe contain’d us, as one mother bore.. Perhaps the chiefs, from warlike toils at cafe, For diftant Troy refus’d to fail the feas: Perhaps their fwords fame nobler quarrel draws, Afham’d to combat in their filler’s caufe. So fpoke the fair, nor knew her brothers doom, Wrapt in the cold embraces of the tomb ; Adorn’d with honours in their native Ihore, Silent they llept, and heard of wars no more. Mean lime the heralds, thro’ the crouded town. Bring the rich wine and deftin’d victims down. HOMER’s ILIAD. III. 317. Sr? Idaeus’ arms the golden goblets prefs’d, Who thus the venerable king addrels’d. Arife, O father of the Trojan Hate ! The nations call, thy joyful people wait. To leal the truce, and end the dire debate. Paris thy fon, and Sparta’s king advance. In meafur’d lilts to tofs the weighty lance ; And who his rival (hall in arms fubdue, His be the dame, and his the treafure too. Thus with a lading league our toils may ccafe, And Troy poffefs her fertile fields in peace ; So dull the Greeks review their native fhore, Much fam’d for gen’rous deeds, for beauty more. With grief he heard, and bade the chiefs prepare To join his milk-white courfers to the car : He mounts the feat, Antenor at his fide; The gentle deeds through Scaea’s gates they guide ; Next from the car, defcending on the plain, Amid the Grecian hod and Trojan train Slow they proceed : The fage UlylTes then Arofe, and with him rofe the king of men. On either fide a facrcd herald dands; The wine they rtfix, and on each monarch’s hands v Pour the full urn ; then draws the Grecian lord His cutlafs, fheath’d befidc his pond’rous fword; , From the fign’d vidlims crops the curling hair ; The heralds part it, and the princes Jhare : Then loudly thus, before th’ attentive bands, He calls the gods, and fpreads his lifted hands. O fird and greated pow’r ! whom all obey, Who high on Ida’s holy mountain fway, Vol. V. F Sj H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. III. 349. Eternal Jove! and you bright orb that roll From call to weft, and view from pole to pole! Thou mother Earth, and all ye living floods! infernal furies, and Tartarian gods. Who rule the dead, and horrid woes prepare Tor perjur’d kings, and all who falfely fwear ! Hear, and be witnefs. If, by Paris flain, Great Menelaus prefs the fatal plain. The dame and treafures let the Trojan keep, And Greece returning plow the wat’ry deep. If by my brother’s lance the Trojan bleed, Be his the wealth and beauteous dame decreed : Th’ appointed fine let llion juftly pay, And ev’ry age record the fignal day. This if the Phrygians lhall refufe to yield, Arms muft revenge, and Mars decide the field. With that the chief the tender victims flew. And in the duft their bleeding bodies threw : The vital fpirit iflu'd at the wound, And left the members quiv’ring on the ground, from the fame urn they drink the mingled wine, And add libations to the pow’rs divine. While thus their pray’rs united mount the Iky ; Hear, mighty Jove ! and hear, ye gods on high ! And may their blood, who firft the league confound. Shed like this wine, diftain the thirfty ground; May all their conforts ferve promifcuous luft, And all their race be fcatter’d as the duft ! Thus either hoft their imprecations join’d, Which Jove refus’d, and mingled with the wind. The rites now finilh’d, rev’rend Priam rofe. And thus express’d a heart c’ercharg’d with woes. H O M E R’s ILIAD. III. 380. 83 Ye Greeks and Trojans, let the chiefs engage, ' But fpare the weaknefs of my feeble age : In yonder walls that obje£t let me fhun, •Nor view the danger of fo dear a fon. Whofe arms lhall conquer, and what prince lhall fall, Heav’n only knows, for heav’n difpofes all. This laid, the hoary king no longer (laid. But on his car the flaughter’d viftims laid; Then feiz’d the reins his gentle fteeds to guide. And drove to Troy, Antenor at his fide. Bold Heftor and Ulyfles now difpofe The lids of combat, and the ground inclofe ; "Tlext to decide by facred lots prepare, Who firff lhall launch his pointed fpear in air. The people pray with elevated hands, And words like thefe are heard through all the bands. Immortal Jove, high heav’n’s fuperior lord, On lofty Ida’s holy mount ador’d ! Whoe’er involv’d us in this dire debate. Oh give that author of the war to fate And (hades eternal! let divifion ceafe. And joyful nations join in leagues of peace. With eyes averted. Hector hades to turn The lots of fight, and drakes the brazen urn. 1 Then, Paris,, thine leap’.d.forth, by fatal chance Ordain’d the fird to whirl the weighty lance. Both armies fat, the combat to furvey ; Befide each chief his azure armour lay, And round the lids the gen’rons courfers neigh. The beauteous warrior now arrays for fight, .Ingilded arms magnificently bright: F z, 84 HOMER’s ILIAD. III. 411. The purple cuilhes clafp his thighs around, With fiow’rs adorn’d, with filver buckles bound : Lycaon’s corflet his fair body dreft, Brac’d in, and fitted to his fofter breafi; A radiant baldric, o’er his fhoulder ty’d, Sultain’d the fword that glitter’d at his fide r His youthful face a pelifh’d helm o’erfpread ; The waving horfe-hair nodded on his head His figur’d fhield, a fhining orb, betakes, And in his hand a pointed jav’lin (hakes. With equal fpeed, and fir’d by equal charms, The Spartan hero (heathes his limbs in armt. Now round the lifts th’ admiring armies ftand. With jav’lins fix’d, the Greek and Trojan band. Amidft the dreadful vale, the chiefs advance, All pale with rage, and fhake the threat’ning lance. The Trojan firft his fhining jav’lin threw ; Pull on Atrides’ ringing fhield it flew, Nor pierc’d the brazen orb, but with a bound Heap’d from the buckler, blunted, on the ground. Atrides then his mally lance prepares. In aft to throw, but firft prefers his pray’rs. Give me, great Jove ! to punifh lawlefs luft, And lay the Trojan gafping in the duft : .'Defttoy th’ aggreffor, aid my righteous c'aufe. Avenge the breach of hofpitable laws! Let this example future times reclaim. And guard from wrong fair friendlhip’s holy name. He faid; and pois’d in air the jav’lin fent. Through Paris’ fhield the forceful weapon went, His corflet pierces, anddiis garment rends. And glancing downward^ near his flank defeends. HOMER'S ILIAD. III. 44L *5 The wary Trojan, bending from the blow. Eludes the death, and difappoints his foe : But fierce Atridts wav’d his fword, and ftrook Full on his cafque ; the crefted helmet (hook ; The brittle fteel, unfaithful to his hand. Broke fliort, the fragments glitter’d on the fand. The raging warrior to the fpacious Ikies Rais’d his upbraiding voice, and angry eyes : Then is it vain in Jove himfelf to truft ? And is it thus the gods affift the juft ? When crimes provoke us, heav’n fuccefs denies ;■ The dart falls harmlefs, and the faulchion flies. .Furious he faid, and tow’rd the Grecian crew (Seiz’d by the creft) th’ unhappy warrior drew ; Struggling he follow’d, while th’ embroider’d thong, That ty’d his helmet, dragg’d the chief along. Then had his ruin crown’d Atrides’ joy, But Venus trembled for the prince of Troy : Unfeen Ihe came, and burft the golden band ; And left an empty helmet in his hand. The cafque, enrag’d, amidft the Greeks he threw; The Greeks with fmiles the polifh’d trophy view. ’i hen, as once more he lifts the deadly dart, In third of vengeance, at his rival’s heart, The queen of love her favour’d champion fhroudc (For gods can all things) in a veil of clouds. Rais’d from the field the panting youth fhe led. And gently laid him on the bridal bed; "With pleafing fweets his fainting fenfe renews. And all the dome perfumes with heav’nly dews. Meantime the brighteft of the female kind. The mat chiefs Helen, o’er the walls reclin’d : F 3 St HOMER’s ILIAD. III. 4;j, Te her, befet with Trojan beauties, came In borrowed form the laughter-loving dame. (She feem’d an ancient maid, weil /kill’d to cull The fnowy fleece, and wind the twilled wool). The goddefs foftly /book her filken veil, That /hed perfumes, and whiipering thus addrefl. Hade, happy nymph ! for thee thy Paris calls, Safe from the fight, in yonder lofty walls, Fair as a god l with odours round him fpread He lies, and waits thee on the well-known bed : Not like a warrior parted from the foe, but fome gay dancer in the public Ihow. She ipoke, and Helen’s lecret foul was mov’d ; ■She fcorn’d the champion, but the man Ihe lov’d. Fair Venus’ neck, her eyes that fparkled fire. And bread, reveal’d the queen of loft defire. Struck with her pretence, drait the lively red Forfook her cheek ; and trembling, thus (he laid* Then is it dill thy pleafure to deceive ? And woman’s frailty always to believe ? Say, to new nations mud I crofs the main. Or carry wars to fome foft Afian plain ? For whom mud Helen break her fecond vow ? What other Paris is thy darling now ? Left to Atrides, (viftor in the drife). An odious conqued and a captive wife. Hence let me fail: And if thy Paris bear My abfence ill, let Venus eafe his care. A handmaid goddefs at his fide to wait. Renounce the glories of thy heavenly date. Be fix’d for ever to the Trojan fliore, iiij fpoufc, or flay:; and mount the Ikies no more. ■' > ■ HOMER’s ILIAD. III. 507. 87 For me, to lawlefs love no longer led, I fcorn the coward, and deleft his bed ; Fife Ihould I merit everlafting thame, And keen reproach, from ev’ry Phrygian dame: 111 fuits it now the joys of love to know, Too deep my anguilh, and too wild my woe. Then thus incens’d, the Paphian queen replies; Obey the pow’r from whom thy glories rife: Should Venus leave thee, ev’ry charm muft fly, Fade from thy cheek, and languilh in thy eye. Ceafe to provoke me, left I make thee more The world’s averfion, than their love before : Now the bright prize for which mankind engage. Then, the fadviflim of the public rage. At this, the faireft of her fex obey’d, And veil’d her blufhes in a filken (hade Unfeen, and filent, from the train fhe moves. Led by the goddefs of the fmiles and loves. Arriv’d, and enter’d at the palace-gate. The maids officious round their miftrefs wait; Then all difperfing, various talks attend The queen and goddefs to the prince afeend. Full in her Paris’ fight, the queen of love Had plac’d the beauteous progeny of Jove; Where, as he view’d her charms, fhe turn’d away Her glowing eyes, and thus began to fay. Is this the chief, who, loft to fenfe of fhame. Late fled the field, and yet furvives his fame ? ■Oh hadft thou dy’d beneath the righteous fword Of that brave man, whom once I call’d my lord!' The boafter Paris oft defir’d the day With Sparta’s king to meet in fingle fray:. E 4. as HOMER’S ILIAD. III. S3!>. Go now, once more thy rival’s rage excite. Provoke Atrides, and renew the fight: Yet Helen bids thee llay, left thou unlkill’d Shouldft fall an eafy conqucft on the field. The prince replies : Ah ceafe, divinely fair, Nor add reproaches to the wounds I bear ; This day the foe prevail’d by Pallas’ pow’r ; We yet may vanquifii in a happier hour : There want not gods to favour us above : But let the bufinefs of our life be love; Thefe fofter moments let delights employ. And kind embraces fnatch the hafty joy. Not thus I lov’d thee, when from Sparta’s fhore My forc’d, my willing heav’nly prize I bore. When firft entranc’d in Cranae’s ifle I lay. Mix’d with thy foul, and all diflblv’d away! Thus having fpoke, th’ enamour’d Phrygian boy Rulh’d to the bed, impatient for the joy. Him Helen follow’d flow with bafliful charms. And clafp’d the blooming hero in her arms. While thefe to love’s delicious rapture yield. The ftern Atrides rages round the field : So fome fell lion whom the woods obey. Roars through the defert, and demands his prey. Paris he feeks, impatient to deftroy. But feeks in vain along the troops of Troy ; Ev’n thofe had yielded to a foe fo brave The recreant warrior, hateful as the grave. Then fpeaking thus, the king of kings arofe ; Ye Trojans, Dardans, all our gen’rous foes ! Hear and atteft ! from heav’n with conqueft crown’dj Our brother’s arms the juft fuccefs have found; HOMER’S ILIAD. HI. J7r. 8$ lie therefore now the Spartan wealth reftor’d. Let Arglve Helen own her lawful lord; Th’ appointed fine let Ilion jufily pay. And age to age record this fignal day. He ceas’d; his army’s loud applaufes rife. And the long ihout runs echoing thro’ the (kies.

THE » ILIA Do

BOOK IV.

THE ARGUMENT. The Breach of the Truce, and the firJi Battle. THE Gods deliberate in council concerning the Tro- jan war : They agree upon the continuation of it; and Jupiter fends down Minerva to break the truce. She perfuades Pandarus to aim an arrow at Mene- laus, who is wounded, but cured by Machaon. In the mean time, feme of the Trojan troops attack the Greeks. Agamemnon is diftingnilhed in all the parts of a good general; he reviews the troops, and exhorts the leaders, fome by praifes, and others by reproofs.- Neftor is particularly celebrated for his military difeipline. The battle joins, and great numbers are flain on both fides. The fame day continues through this, as through the laft book, (as it does alfo through the two follow- ing, and almoft to the end of the feventh book.) The feene is wholly in the field before Troy,

BOOK IV.

ND now Olympus’ Ihining gates unfold : ,f The Gods, with Jove, aflimie their thrones of gold : : Immortal Hebe, frelh with bloom divine, ; The golden goblet crowns with purple wine. While the full bowls flow round, the pow’rs employ Their careful eyes on long-contended Troy. When Jove, difpos’d to tempt Saturnia’s fpleen, Thus wak’d the fury of his partial queen, j Two pow’rs divine the Ion of Atreus aid, Imperial Juno, and the martial maid; But high in heav’n they fit, and gaze from far, The tame fpe&ators of his deeds of war. Not thus fair Venus helps her favour’d knight, , The queen of pleafures ftvares the toils of fight,. Bach danger wards, and conftant in her care | Saves in the moment of the laft defpair. Her aft has refeu’d Paris’ forfeit life, 3 ho’ great Atrides gain’d the glorious firife. Then fay, ye pow’rs ! what fignal ififue waits To crown this deed, and finilh all the fates ? ■ Shall heav’n by peace the bleeding kingdom fpare, 1 Or roufe the furies, and awake the war ? Yet, would the gods for human good provide* Atrides foon might gain his beauteous bride, Still Priam’s walls in peaceful honours grow, i And thro’ his gates the crouding nations flow. Thus while he fpoke, the queen of heav’n, enrag’d. And queen of war, in clofe confult engag’d; S4 H 0 M E R’s ILIA D. IV. 2p. Apart they fit, their deep defigns employ. And meditate the future Woes of Troy. Tho’ fecret anger fwell’d Minerva’s bread, The prudent goddefs yet her wrath fuppreft ; But Juno, impotent of paflion, broke Her fullen filence, and with fury fpoke. Shall then, O tyrant of th’ aetherial reign! My fchemes, my labours, and my hopes be vain ? Have I, for this, (hook Ilion with alarms, Afiembled nations, fet two worlds in arms ? To fpread the war, I flew from fhore to fhore ; Th’ immortal courfers fcarce the labour bore. At length ripe vengeance o’er their heads impends, But Jove himfelf the faithlefs race defends ; Loth as thou art to punifh lawlefsJufl, Not all the gods are partial and unjuft. The fire whofe thunder (hakes the cloudy (kies, Sighs from his inmoft foul, and thus replies : Oh lading rancour ! oh infatiate hate To Phrygia’s monarch and the Phrygian ftate ! What high offence has fir’d the wife of Jove, •Can wretched mortals harm the pow’rs above ? That Troy and Troy’s whole race thou wouldft con- found, And yon fair ftruftures level with the ground ? Hafte, leave the (kies, fulfil thy ftern defire, Burft all her gates, and wrap her walls in fire ! Let Priam bleed! if yet thou third for more; Bleed all his fons, and Ilion float with gore ; To boundlefs vengeance the wide realm be giv’n* Till vad deftj'udtion glut the Queen of Heav’n! -H O M E R’s I L I A D, IV. 59. S5 ‘So let it be, and Jove bis peace enjoy, When heav’n no longer hears the name of Troy. Hut fhould this arm prepare to wreck our hate On thy lov’d realms, whofe guilt demand their fate, -Prefume not thou the lifted bolt to flay ; Remember Troy, and give the vengeance way. For know, of all the num’rous towns that rife Beneath the rolling fun, and Barry (kies, Which gods have rais’d, or earth-born men enjoy, None Bands fo dear to Jove as facred Troy. No mortals merit more diBinguilh’d grace Than godlike Priam, or than Priam’s race. Still to our name their hecatombs expire, And altars blaze with unextinguilh’d fire. At this the goddefs roll’d her radiant eyes, Then on the Thund’rer fix’d them, and replies : Three towns are Juno’s on the Grecian plains, More dear than all th’ extended earth contains, Mycenae, Argos, and the Spartan wall; Thefe thou may’B raze, nor I forbid their fall: ’Tis not in me the vengeance to remove ; The crime’s fufficient that they fhare my love. Of pow’r fuperior why fliotild I complain ! Refent I may, but muB refent in vain. Yet fome diflindtion Juno might require. Sprung with thyfelf from one celeBial fire; A goddefs born to (hare the realms above. And Ail’d the confort of the thund’ring Jove ; Nor thou a wife and BBer’s right deny ; Let both confent, and both by turns comply ; So (hall the gods our joint decrees obey, And heav’n fhall adt as we diredt the way. p5 HOMER’s ILIAD. IV. pi. See ready Pallas waits thy high commands, To raife in arms the Greek and Phrygian bands; Their hidden friendfhip by her arts may ceafe, And the proud Trojans firft infringe the peace. The fire of men, and monarch of the fky, Th’ advice approv’d, and bad Minerva fly, Diflolve the league, and all her arts employ To make the breach the faithlefs aft of Troy. Eir’d with the charge, (he headlong urg’d her (light, And (hot like lightning from Olympus’ height. As the red comet, from Saturnius fent To fright the nations with a dire portent, (A fatal hgn to armies on the plain. Or trembling faiiors on the wint’ry main), With fweeping glories glides along in air, And (hakes the fparkles from its blazing hair: Between both armies thus, in open fight, Shot the bright goddefs in a trail of light. With eyes ereft the gazing hods admire The pow’r defeending, and the heav’ns on fire ! The gods, (they cry’d), the gods this (ignal fent, And fate now labours with fome vaft event : Jove feals the league, or bloodier feenes prepares; Jove, the great arbiter of peace and wars! They faid, while Pallas thro’ the Trojan throng (In (hape a mortal) pafs’d difguis’d along. Like bold Laodocus, her courfe fne bent. Who from Antenof trac’d his high defeent. Amidfl the ranks L yea on’s fon (he found, The warlike Pandatiis, for flrength renown’d ; Whofe fquadrons, led from black Atfepus’ flood, With flaming (hields, in martial circle flood. H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. IV. iaj. >7 To him the goddefs : Phrygian! can ft thou hear A weli-tim’d counfel with a willing ear ? What praife were thine, couldft thou direft thy dart, Amidft his triumph, to the Spartan’s heart ? What gifts from Troy, from Paris wouldft thou gain, Thy country’s foe, the Grecian glory, lluin ? Then feize th’ occalion ; dare the mighty deed; Aim at his breaft, and may that aim fucceed! But firft, to fpeed the fliaft, addrefs thy vow To Lycian Phoebus with the filver bow ; And fwear the (killings of thy flock to pay, On Zelia’s altars, to the God of Day. He heard; and, madly at the motion pleas’d. His polifh’d bow with hafty rafhnefs feiz’d ’Pwas form’d of horn, and fmooth’d with artful toilj A mountain-goat refign’d the thining fpoil, Who pierc’d long fince beneath his arrows bled ; » The (lately quarry on the cliffs lay dead, C And fixteen palms his brows large honours fpread : j The workman join’d, and lhap’d the bended horns; And beaten gold each taper point adorns. This, by the Greeks unfeen, the warrior bends, Screen’d by the fhields of his furrounding friends. | There meditates the mark, and, couching low, 1 Fits the (harp arrow to the well-ftrung bow. . One, from a hundred feather’d deaths he chofc, Fated to wound, and caufe of future woes : Then offers vows with hecatombs, to crown Apollo’s altars in his native town. Now with full force the yielding horn he bends. Drawn to an arch, and joins the doubling ends» Vol.V. Q 5>a H O M E R’s ILIAD. IV. ij4. Cleft to his breaft he drains the nerve below. Till the baro’d point approach the circling bow; Th' impatient weapon whizzes on the wing ; Sounds the tough horn, and twangs the quiv’rin* firing. But thee, Atrides ! in that dangerous hour. The gods forget not, nor thy guardian pow’r. Pallas afiifts ; and, (weaken’d in its force). Diverts the weapon from its deftin’d courft : £0 from her babe, when dumber ftals his eye. The watchful mother wafts th’ envenom’d fly. Juft where his belt, with golden buckles join’d. Where linen folds the double corfiet lin’d. She turn’d the lhaft, which, hifimg from above, Pafs’d the broad belt, and through the corflet drove ; The folds it pierc’d, the plaited linen tore, And raz’d the fkin, and drew the purple gore. As when fome (lately trappings are decreed To grace a monarch on his bounding deed, A nymph in Caria or Maeonia bred. Stains the pure iv’ry with a lively red ; With equal luftre various colours vie. The (hining whitenefs, and the Tyrian dye : So, great Atrides! (how’d thy facred blood. As down the fnowy thigh diftill’d the ftreaming flood. With horror feiz’d, the king of men deftry’d The (haft infix’d, and faw the gufhing tide : Nor lefs the Spartan fear’d, before he found The (hining barb appear above the wound. Then, with a figh, that heav’d his manly bread, The royal brother thus his grief expred, K 0 M E R’s ILIAD. IV. iS* 99 ;! And grafp’d his hand ; while all the Greeks around ! With anfwering fighs return’d the plaintive found. Oh dear as life ! did 1 for this agree The folemn truce, a fatal truce to thee ! Wert thou expos’d to all the hoftile train. To fight for Greece, and conquer, to be flain ? The race of Trojans in thy ruin join, And faith is fcorn’d by all the perjur’d line. Not thus our vows, confirm’d with wine and gore, Thofe hands we plighted, and thofe oaths we fwore, i Shall all be vain : When heav’n’s revenge is flow, Jove but prepares to flrike the fiercer blow. The day (hall come, that great avenging day, ! Which Troy’s proud glories in the duft fhall lay 5 When Priam’s pow’rs, and Priam’s felf (hall fall. And one prodigious ruin fwallow all. 1 fee the god. already, from the pole. Bare his red arm, and bid the thunder roll; I fee th’ Eternal all his fury (lied, And (hake his aegis o’er their guilty head. :> Such mighty woes on perjur’d princes wait; jj Put thou, alas! deferv’ft a happier fate. ■ Still mud I mourn the period of thy days, And only mourn, without my iharc of praife ! 1 Depriv’d of thee, the heartlefs Greeks no more j Shall dream of conquefls on the hoftile (bore; Troy feiz’d of Helen, and our glory loft. Thy bones fhall moulder on a foreign coaft : While fome proud Trojan thus infulting cries, ■1 (And fpurns the duft where Menelaus lies), ■! “ Such are the trophies Greece from llion brings, f “ And fitch the conqueft of her king of kings ’ G i »t)o HOMfiR’s ILIAD. IV. jjS. “ Lo, his prond vedels fcatter’d o’er the main, “ And, unreveng’d, his mighty brother flain !” Oh ! ere that dire difgrace (hall blali my fame, O’erwhelm me, earth ! and hide a monarch’s fhame. He faid : A leader’s and a brother’s fears Poll'efs his foul, which thus the Spartan cheers: Let not thy words the warmth of Greece abate ; The feeble dart is guiltiefs of my fate : Stiff with the rich embroider’d work around, My vary’d belt repell’d the flying wound. To whom the king. My brother and my friend, Thus, always thus, may heav’n thy life defend ! Now feek fome Ikilful hand, whofe pow’rful art May (launch th’ effufion, and extraft the dart : Herald, be fwift, and bid Machaon bring His fpcedy fuccour to the Spartan king; Pierc’d with a winged (haft, (the deed of Troy), The Grecian’s forrow, and the Dardan’s joy. With halty zeal the fwift Talthybius flies; Through the thick files he darts his fearching eyes, And finds Machaon, where fublime he (lands, In arms incircled, with his native bands. Then thus : Machaon, to the king repair; His wounded brother claims thy timely care: Pierc’d by fome Lycian or Dardanian bow ; A grief to us, a triumph to the foe. The heavy tidings griev’d the godlike man; Swift to his fuccour through the ranks he ran : The dauntlefs king yet (landing firm he found. And all the chiefs in deep concern around. Where to the lleely point the reed was join’d The (haft he drew, but left the head behind. II 0 M E R’s ILIAD. IV. j49. i®J T i Straight the broad belt, with gay embtoid’ry grac’d, ' He loos’d ; tlie corflet from hit breaft unbrac’d; Then fuck’d the blood, and fov’reign balm infus’d, Which Chiron gave, and Jifculapius us’d. While round the prince the Greeks employ their care, The Trojans rulh tumultuous to the war : Once more they glitter in refulgent arms ; Once more the fields are fill’d with dire alarms. Nor had you feen the king of men appear ( Confus’d, unactive, or furpris’d with fear; But fond of glory, with fevere delight. His beating bofom claim’d the rifing fight. No longer with his warlike deeds he (laid, Or prefs’d the car with polilh’d brafs inlay’d : But left Eurymedon the reins to guide ; The fiery courfers fnorted at his fide. On foot thro’ all the martial ranks he moves, And thefe encourages, and thofe reproves. Brave men ! he cries to fuch who boldly dare Urge their fwift deeds to face the coming war, Your ancient valour on the foes approve ; Jove is with Greece, and let us trud in Jove. ’Lis not for us, but guilty Troy, to dread, ' Whofe crimes fit heavy on her perjur’d head ; ^ Her fons and matrons Greece (hall lead in chains. And her dead warriors drew the mournful, plains. Thus with new ardour he the brave infpires; Or thus the fearful with reproaches fires. Shame to your country, fcandal of .your kind ! 1 Born to the fate ye well deferv’d to find 1 G j Ifci HOME R’s ILIAD. IV. 278. Why Hand ye gazing round the dreadful plain. Prepar’d for flight, but doom’d to fly in vain l Confus’d and panting thus, the hunted deer Falls as he flies, a viftim to his fear. Still mud ye wait the foes, and dill retire. Till yon tall veflels blaze with Trojan fire ? Or trud ye, Jove a valiant foe (hall chace, To fave a trembling, heartlefs, dadard race ? This laid, he dalk’d with ample drides along To Crete’s brave monarch and his martial throng High at their head he faw their chief appear. And bold Merioncs excite the rear. At this the king his gen’rous joy expred, And clafp’d the warrior to his armed bread : Divine Idomeneus! what thanks we owe To worth like thine ? what praife fhall we beflow To thee the foremod honours are decreed, Fird in the fight, and ev’ry graceful deed. For this, in banquets, when the gen’rous bowls Redore our blood, and raife the warriors fouls, Though all the red with dated rules we bound. Unmix’d, unmeafur’d are thy goblets crown’d. Be dill thyfelf; in arms a mighty name; Maintain thy honours, and enlarge thy fame. To whom the Cretan thus his fpcech addred: Secure of me, O king, exhort the red : Fix’d to thy fide, in ev’ry toil I lhare, Thy firm aflbciate in the day of war. But let the fignal be this moment giv’n ; To mix in fight is all I alk of heav’n. The field fhall prove how perjuries fucceed. And chains, or death, avenge their impious deed. H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. IY. 311. 1.3 Charm’d with his heat, the king his courfe purfues, And next the troops of either Ajax views: In one firm orb the bands were rang’d around, A cloud of heroes blacken’d all the ground. Thus from the lofty promontory’s brow, A twain furveys the gath’ring (form below ; Slow from the main the heavy vapours rife. Spread in dim ftreams, and fail along the Ikies, Till black at night the fwelling temped (hows, The cloud condenfing as the wed-wind blows: He dreads th’ impending dorm, and drives his flock To the clofe cover of an arching rock. Such, and fo thick, th’ embattled fquadrons dood, With fpears ereft, a moving iron wood ; A fliady light was (hot from glimm’ring (hields, And their brown arms obfcur’d the dulky fields. O heroes ! worthy fuch a dauntlefs train. Whole godlike virtue we but urge in vain, (Exclaim’d the king), who raife your eager bands With great examples, more than loud commands. Ah would the gods but breathe in all the red Such fouls as burn in your exalted bread ! Soon (hould our arras with jud fuccels be crown’d, And Troy’s proud walls lie fmoking on the ground. Then to the next the gen’ral bends his courfe; (His heart exults, and glories in his force). There rev’rend Nedor ranks his i’ylian bands, And with infpiring eloquence commands; With drifted Order fets his train in arms, The chiefs advifes, and the foldiers warms. Alallor, Chromius, Haemon round him wait, Kias the good, and Pelagoa the great. G 4 ii*4 H O M E R’s ILIAD. IV. 34l. The horfe and chariots to the front affign’t;, The foot (the ftrength of war) he rang’d behind; The middle fpace fufpefted troops fuppiy. Inclos’d by both, nor left the power to fly : He gives command to curb the fiery fteed, Nor caufe confufion, nor the ranks exceed ; Before the reft let none too rafhly ride ; No ftrength nor fkill, but juft in time, be try’d : The charge once made, no warrior turn the rein, But fight, or fall; a firm, embody’d tr ' . He whom the fortune of the field fhdl call: From forth his chariot, mount the next in hafte ; Nor feck unpractis’d to dir.ct the car. Content with jav’lins to provoke the war. Our great forefathers held this prudent courfe. Thus rul’d their ardour, thus preferv’d their force; By laws like thefe immortal conquefts made. And earth’s proud tyrants low in afhes laid. So fpoke the mafter of the martial art. And touch’d with tranfport gfeat Atrides’ heart. Oh ! hadft thou ftrength to match thy brave defires, And nerves to fecond what thy foul infpires! But wafting years that wither human race, Exhauft thy fpirits, and thy arms unbrace. What once thou wert, Oh ever might ft thou be ! And age the lot of any chief but thee. Thus to th’ experienc’d prince Atrides cry’d; He fhook his hoary locks, and thus reply’d : Well might I with, could mortal wifh renew That ftrength which once in boiling youth I knew; Such as I was, when Ereuthalion flain Beneath this arm fell proftrate on the plain. , H 0 M E R’s ILIA D. IV. 374. r#s i But heav’n its gifts not all at once beflows, ! Theft years with wifdom crowns, with aftion thofe: The field of combat fits the young and bold. The folemn council heft becomes the old : 1 To you t!ie glorious confiift I refign. Let iage advice, the palm of age, be mine. He laid : With joy the monarch march’d before, An.1 found Meneltbeus on the dufty (horc, With whom the firm Athenian phalanx (lands ; And next Ulyfles, with his fubjcdl bands. Remote their forces lay, nor knew, lb far, I The peace infring’d, nor heard the founds of war ; The tumult late begun, they flood Intent To watch the motion, dubious of th’ event. The king, who faw their fquadrons yet unmov’d. With hally ardour thus the chiefs reprov’d. Can Pettits’ fon forget a warrior’s parr, And fears Ulyffes, (kill’d in ev’ry art ? Why (land you dillant, and the reft expert To mix in combat which yourfelves neglect : > From you ’twas hop’d among the firft to dare The Ihock of armies, and commence the war. For this your names are call’d, before the red, , To (bare the pleafures of the genial feaft : ' And can you, chiefs! without a blu(h furvey , Whole troops before you lab’ring in the fray ? Say, is it thus thofe honours you requite ? The firfl in banquets, but the lad in fight. Ulylles heard ; The hero’s warmth o’erfpread His cheek with blufhes: And fevere, he faid : f Take back th’ nnjud reproach ! Behold we dand. Sheath’d in bright arms, and but expert command. i»£ H 0 M E K*s ILIAD. IV. 4o«. If glorious deeds afford thy foul delight, Behold me plunging in the thickeft fight. Then give thy warrior-chief a warrior’s due. Who dares to aft whate’er thou dar’ft to view. Struck with his gen’rous wrath, ti.e king replies: Oh great in aftion, and in council wife ! With ours, thy care and ardour are the fame. Nor need I to command, nor ought to blame; Sage as thou art, and learn’d in human kind, Forgive the tranfport of a martial mind. Halle to the fight, fecure of juft amends ; The gods that make, lhall keep the worthy, friends. Hefaid ; and pafs’d where great Tydides lay. His feeds and chariots wedg’d in firm array : (The warlike Sthenelus attends his fide) ; To whom with fltrn reproach the monarch cry’d ; Oh fon of Tydeus! (he whofe frength could tame The bounding feed, in arms a mighty name), Canfl thou, remote, the mingling hofts defery, With hands unaftive, and a carelefs eye ! Not thus thy fire the fierce encounter fear’d; Still firfl in front the matchlefs prince appear’d t What glorious toils, what wonders they recite. Who view’d him lab’ring thro’ the ranks of fight! I faw him once, when gath’ring martial pow’rs A peaceful gueft, he fought Mycenae’s tow’rs. Armies he afk’d, and armies had been giv’n, Not we deny’d, but Jove forbad from heav’n ; While dreadful comets glaring from afar, Forewarn’d the horrors of the Theban war. Next, fent by Greece from where Afopus flows, A fearlefs envoy, he approach’d the foes; H O M E R’a ILIAD. IV. 438. i«7 Thebe’s hoftile walls, unguarded and alone, Dauntlefs he enters, and demands the throne. The tyrant feafting with his chiefs he found, And dar’d to combat all thofe chiefs around; Dat’d and i'ubdu’d, before their haughty lord ; Tor Pallas fining his arm, and edg’d his I’word. Stung with the lhame, within the winding way, To bar his pailage fifty warriors lay ; Two heroes led the fecret fquadron on, Maeon the fierce, and hardy Lycophon ; Thofe fifty flaughter’d in the gloomy vale, He fpar’d but one to bear the dreadful talc. Such Tydeus was, and fuch his martial fire : Gods! how the fon degen’rates from the fire? No words the godlike Diomed teturn’d, But heard refpeiftful, and in fecret burn’d. Not fo fierce Capaneus’ undaunted fon, Stern as his fire, the boafter thus begun. What needs, O monarch! this invidious praife, Ourfelves to letlen, while our fires you raife ? Dare to be jult, Atrides! and confefs Our valour equal, tho’ our fury lefs ; With fewer troops we ftorm’d the Theban wall, And happier law the fev’nfold city fall. In impious afts the guilty fathers dy’d; The fons fubdu’d, for heav’n was on their fide. Far more than heirs of all our parents fame. Our glories darken their dimimlh’d name. To him Tydides thus. My friend, forbear, Supprefs thy palfion, and the king revere : His high concern may well excufe this rage, Whofe caufe we follow, and whofe war we wage 3 108 HOMER’s ILIAD. IV. 470. His the firft praife, were Tlion’s tow’rs o’erthrown, And, if we fail, the chief difgrace his own. Let him the Greeks to hardy toils excite, ’Tis ours to labour in the glorious fight. He fpoke ; and ardent on the trembling ground Sprung from his car; his ringing arms refound. Dire was the clang, and dreadful from afar. Of arm’d Tydides rufhing to the war. As when the winds, afcending by degrees, Firfl move tne whit’ning furface of the feas, The billows float in order to the (hore, The wave behind rolls on the wave before ; Till, with the growing florm the deeps arife, Foam o’er the rocks, and thunder to the (kies. So to the fight the thick battalions throng, Shields urg’d on fhields, and men drove men along. Sedate and filent move the num’rous bands; No found, no whifper, but the chief’s commands, Thofe only heard ; with awe the reft obey, As if fome god had fnatch’d their voice away. Not fo the Trojans; from their hoft afcends A gcn’ral fhout, that all the region rends. As when the fleecy flocks unnumber’d ftand, In wealthy folds, and wait the milker’s hand, The hollow vales incefl'ant bleating fills; The lambs reply from all the neighb’ring hills : Such clamours rofe from various nations round ; Mix’d was the murmur, and confus’d the found. JEach hoft now joins, and each a god infnires; Thefe Mars incites, and thofe Minerva fires. Pale Flight around, and dreadful Terror reign ; And Difcord, raging, bathes the purple plain ; H O M E R’s ILIAD. IV. 503. IOJ> Difcord ! dire fifter of the (laught’ring pow’r, Small at her birth, but riling ev’ry hour ; While fcarce the Ikies her horrid head can bound. She (talks on earth, and lhakes the world around ; The nations bleed; where’er her Heps (lie turns, The groan (till deepens, and the combat burns. Now (hield with Ihield, with helmet helmet clos’d, To armour armour, lance to lance oppos’d : Holt again(1 holt with lhadowy fquadrons drew; The founding darts in iron tempelts flew ; Vidors and vanquilh’d join promifcuous cries, And thrilling (bouts and dying groans arile: \Vrith Itreaming blood the llipp’ry fields are dy’d, And llaughter’d heroes (well the dreadful tide. As torrents roll, increas’d by num’rous rills. With rage impetuous down their echoing hills; Rufh to the vales, and, pour’d along the plain, Roar through a thonfand channels to the main ; The diflant fhepherd trembling hears the found : So mix both holts, and fo their cries rebound. The bold Antilochus the (laughter led. The firlt who (truck a valiant Trojan dead : At great Echepolus the lance arrives, Raz’d his high creft, and through his helmet drives : Warm’d in the brain the brazen weapon lies, And lhades eternal fettle o’er his eyes. So finks a tow’r, that long affauits had flood Of force and fire; its walls befmear’d with blood. Him, the bold leader of the Abantian throng Seiz’d to defpoil, and dragg’d the corple along ; But, while he (trove to tug th’ inferted dart, Agenor’s jav’lin reach’d the hero’s heart. II* HOMER'S ILIAD. IV. S34- His flank unguarded by his ample fliield. Admits the lance : He falls, and fpurns the field ; The nerves, unbrac’d, fupport his limbs no more ; The foul comes floating in a tide of gore. Trojant and Greeks now gather round the flain ; The war renews, the warriors bleed again ; As o’er their prey rapacious wolves engage, Man dies ott man, and all is blood and rage. In blooming youth fair Simoifius fell. Sent by great Ajax to the (hades of hell: Fair Simoifius, whom his mother bore, Amidft the flocks on filver Simois’ (bore ; The nymph defeending from the hills of Ide, To leek her parents on hi' flow’ry fide, Srought forth the babe, their common care and joy And thence from Simois nam’d the lovely boy. Short was his date! by dreadful Ajax flain, He falls, and renders all their cares in vain ! So falls a poplar, that in wat’ry ground Rais’d high the head, w ith (lately branches crown’d (FtU’d by fome artill with his (hining fleel, To fhape the circle of the bending wheel); Cut down it lies, tail, fmooth, and largely fpread} With all its beauteous honours on its head; There, left a fubjeft to the wind and rain, And fcorch’d by funs, it withers on the plain. Thus pierc’d by Ajax, Simoifius lies Stretch’d on the flrore, and thus neglefted dies. At Ajax Antiphus his jav’lin threw ; The pointed lance with erring fury flew, And Leucas, lov’d by wife UlyfTes, flew. HOMER’S ILIAD. IV. 5fj. lit He drops the corpfc of Siraoiiius flain, And link' a hcathlcl. carcase on the plain. :: This law 'iylir., and, viith griel enrag’d, Strode where the fore mo ft of the foes engag’d ; Arm’d with his Ipcar, he meditates tne wound, ] In act to throw ; but, cautious, look’d around. Struck at iris light, the Trojans backwaid drew. And, trembling, heard the jav’lin as it flew. A chief Hood nigh, who from Abydos came, : Old Priam’s fon, Democoon was his name; ’ The weapon enter’d dole above his ear ; Cold through his temples glides the whizzing fpear : With piercing Ihrieks the youth refigns his breath ; His eyerballs darken with the (hades of death ; I’ond’rous he falls; his clanging arms refound ; And his broad buckler rings agairft the ground. Seiz’d with atfright the boldelf foes appear ; Ev’n godlike Heftor feems himfelf to fear : Slow he gave way, the reft tumultuous fled ; The Greeks with Ihouts prefson, and fpoil the dead;- . But Phoebus now, from liion’s tow’ring height, Shines forth reveal’d, and animates the fight. Trojans, be bold, and force with force oppofe ; Your foaming deeds urge headlong on the foes! Nor are their bodies rocks, nor ribb’d with ftecl; Your weapons enter, and your ftrokes they feel. Have you forgot what feem’d your dread before? The great, the fierce Achilles fights no more. Apollo thus, from Uion’s lofty tow’rs, Array’d in terrors, rous’d the Trojan pow’rs : While war’s fierce goddefs fires the Grecian foe. And (bouts and thunders in the fields below. SIX H O M E R’s ILIAD. IV. ^97. Then great Diores fell, by doom divine, Jn vain his valour, and illuftrious line. A broken rock the force of Pirus threw, (Who from cold .Enus ltd the Thracian crew) ; Full on his ancle dropt the pond’rous flone, Bui fl the ftrong nerves, and crafh’d the folid bone Supine he tumbles on the crimfon lands ; Before his hdplefs friends, and native bands, And fpreads for aid his unavailing hands. The foe rulh’d furious as he pants for breath, And through his navel drove the pointed death : His guthing entrails fmok’d upon the ground. And the warm life came ifluing from the wound. His lance bold Thoas at the conqueror fent ; Deep in his breaft above the pap it went ; Amid the lungs was fix’d the winged wood, And quiv’ring in his heaving bofom flood : Till from the dying chief, approaching near, Th’ jEtolian warrior tugg’d his weighty fpear : Then fudden wav’d his flaming faulchion round, And galh’d his belly with a ghaflly wound. The corpie now breathlei's on the bloody plain, To fpoil his arms the viiflor ftrove in vain ; The Thracian bands againfl the viftor preft; A grove of lances glitter’d at his breafl. Stern Thoas, glaring with revengeful eyes, Ju fallen firry ilowly quits the prize. Thus fell two heroes; one the pride of Thrace, And one the leader of th’ Epeian race ; Death’s fable fhade at once o’ercaft their eyes ; la dull the vanqai&’d and the vittor lies. H O M E R’s ILIAD. IV. 6zS. 113 1 With copious {laughter all the fields are red, i And heap’d with growing mountains of the dead. ■ Had feme brave chief this martial feene beheld, By Pallas guarded through this dreadful field : Might darts be bid to turn their points away, And fwords around him innocently play ; The war’s whole art with wonder had he feen, And counted heroes where he counted men. So fought each hoft, with third of glory fir’d, And crouds on crouds triumphantly expir’d.

THE ILIAD. BOOK V.

THE ARGUMENT. The Acts of Diomed. Diomed, affifted by Pallas, performs wonders in this day's battle. Pandarus wounds him with an arrow, but the goddefs cures him, enables him to difcern gods ftmm mortals, and prohibits him from contending with any of the former, excepting Ve- nus. iEneas joins Pandarus to oppofe him ; Pan- , darus is killed, and dineas in great danger, but for the afliflance of Venus ; who, as (he is removing her fon from the fight, is wounded on the hand by Dio- med. Apollo feconds her in his refcue, and at length carries off iEneas to Troy, where he is healed in the temple of Pergamus. Mars rallies the Tro- j| jans, and afiifts Hettor to make a fland. In the mean time fEneas is reftored to the field, and they f overthrow feveral of the Greeks ; among the reft, Tlcpolemus is flain by Sarpedon. Juno and Mi- nerva defcend to refift Mars ; the latter incites Dio- med to go againft that god; he wounds him, and fends him groaning to heaven. The firft battle continues through this book. The fcene is the fame as in the former. H*

BOOK V.

1> U T {’alias now Tydides’ foul infpires, J Fills with her force, and warms with all her fires, Above the Greeks his deatblefs fame to raife. And crown her hero with diftinguifti’d praife. High on his helm celeftia! lightnings play, ;His beamy fhield emits a living ray ; Th’ unweary’d blaze inceffant ftreatns fupplies, Like the red ftar that fires th’ autumnal ikies. When frefh he rears his radiant orb to fight. And, bath’d in ocean, flioots a keener light. Such glories Pallas on the chief beftow’d ; Such, from his arms, the fierce effulgence flow’d : Onward fhe drives him, furious to engage, ; Where the fight burns, and where the thickeft rage. The fons of Dares firft the combat fought, ; A wealthy prieft, but rich without a fault; In Vulcan’s fane the father’s days were led: The fons to toils of glorious battle bred : | Tbefe fingied from their troops the fight maintain, Thefe from their deeds Tydides, on the plain. ! Fierce for renown the brother-chiefs draw near ; And firft bold Phegeus caft his founding fpear. Which o’er the warrior’s ihoulder took its courle, And fpent in empty air its erring force. : Not fo, Tydides, flew thy iance in vain, f But pierc’d his bread, and ftretch’d him on the plain. Seiz’d with untifual fear, Idaeus fled, \ Left the rich chariot, and his brother dead. n8 HOMER’S ILIAD. V. 29. And had not Vulcan lent celeflial aid, He too hand funk to death’s eternal lhade : But in a fmoky cloud the god of fire Preferv’d the fon, in pity to the fire. The fiecds aud chariot, to the navy led, Increas’d the fpoils of gallant Diomed. Struck with amaze and lhanie, the Trojan crew Or flain, or fled, the fons of Dares view; When by the blood-ftain’d hand Minerva prefs’d The god of battles, and this fpeech addrefs’d. Stern pow’r of war! by whom the mighty fall. Who bathe in blood, and (hake the lofty wall! Let the brave chiefs their glorious toils divide. And whofe the conqueft, mighty Jove decide : While we from interdiOed fields retire, Nor tempt the wrath of heav’n’s avenging fire. Her words allay th’ impetuous warrior’s heat; The god of arms and martial maid retreat; Remov’d from fight, on Xanthus’ flow’ry bounds They fat, and lilfen’d to the dying founds. Meantime, the Greeks the Trojan racepurfue. And feme bold chieftain ev’ry leader flew ; Firfl Odius falls, and bites the bloody fand ; His death ennobled by Atrides’ hand : As he to flight his wheeling car addrefl, The fpeedy jav’lin drove from back to bread. In dud the mighty Halizonian lay; His arms refound, the fpirit wings its way. Thy fate was next, O Phaedus! doom’d to fed The great Idomeneus’ portended deel; Whom Borus fent, (his fon and only joy), From fruitful Tarne to the fields of Troy, HOMER’S ILIAD. V. 61. US The Cretan jav’lin reach’d him from afar. And pierc’d his (houlder as he mounts his car; Back from the car he tumbles to the ground, And everiafiing (hades his eyes furround. Then dy 'd Scamandrius, expert in the chace, In woods and wilds to wound the favage race; Diana taught him all her fylvan arts, To bend the bow, and aim unerring darts. But vainly here Diana’s arts he tries ; The fatal lance arrefts him as he flies : .From Menelaus’ arm the weapon fent, Through his broad back and heaving bofom went: Down finks the warrior with a thund’ring found, His brazen armour rings againft the ground. Next artful Phereclus untimely fell; Bold Merion fent him to the realms of hell. Thy father’s (kill, O Phereclus! was thine. The graceful fabric, and the fair defign : For, lov’d by Pallas, Pallas did impart To him the (hipwright’s and the builder’s art. Beneath his hand the fleet of Paris rofe. The fatal caufc of all his country’s woes ; But he, the myftic will of heav’n unknown, Nor faw his country’s peril, nor his own. ,■ The haplefs artift, while confus’d he fled. The fpear of Merion mingled with the dead. I Through his right hip, with forceful fury cart, Between the bladder and the bone it part : Prone on his knees he falls with fruitlefs cries, And death in lading (lumber feals his eyes. ): From Meges’ force the fwift Pedaeus fled, Antenor’s offspring from a foreign bed, H 4 no H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. V. 93. Whofe gen’rcus fpoufe, Theano, heav’nly fair, Nurs’d the young ftranger with a ’uother’s care. How vain thofe cares ! when Meges in the rear Full in his nape infix’d the fatal ipear ; Swift through his crackling jaws the weapon glides, And the cold tongue and grinning teeth divides. Then dy’d Hypfenor, gen’rous and divine. Sprung from the brave Dolopion’s mighty line, Who near ador’d Scamaoder made abode, Priefl: of the flream, and honour’d as a god. 1 On him, amidfl the flying numbers found, Eurypylus inflifts a deadly wound ; On his broad (boulders fell the forceful brand, Thence glancing downward lopp’d his holy hand, Which Itain’d with facred blood the blufhing fand. Down funk the pried : The purple hand of death Clos’d his dim eyes, and fate fupprefs’d his breath. Thus toil’d the chiefs, in diiF’rent. parts engag’d, In ev’ry quarter fierce Tydides rag’d. Amid the Greek, amid the Trojan train. Rapt through the ranks he thunders o’er the plain ; Now here, now there, he darts from place to place. Pours on the rear, or lightens in their face. Thus from high hills the torrents fwift and drong, Deluge whole fields, and fweep the trees along. Through ruin’d moles the rulhing wave refounds, O’erwhflms the bridge, and burds the lofty bounds The yellow-harveds of the ripen’d year, And flatted vineyards, one fad wade appear ! While Jove defeends in fluicy (beets of rain, And all the labours of mankind are vain. H O M E R’s ILIAD- V. 114. So rag’d Tydides, bou'idlefs in his ire, . Drove armies back, and made all Troy retire. With grief the leader of the Lycian band Saw the wide wafte of his definitive hand : His bended bow again!"! the chief he drew ; Swift to the mark the thirfty arrow flew, Whole forky point the hollow bread-plate tore. Deep in his fliouider pierc’d, and drank the gore : The rnfhing dream his brazen armour dy’d, While the-proud archer thus exulting cry’d. Hither ye Trojans, hither drive your deeds! Lo ! by our hand the braved Grecian bleeds. Not long the deathful dart he can fuftain ; Or Phoebus urg’d me to thefe fields in vain. So fpoke he, boadful ; but the winged dart Stopt (hort of life, and mock’d the diooter’s art. The wounded chief, behind his car retir’d, The helping hand of Stl enelus requir’d; Swift from his feat he leap’d upon the ground, And tugg’d the weapon from the gufhing wound ; When thus the king his guardian pow’r addred, The purple current wand’ring o’er his ved. O progeny of Jove ! unconquer’d maid ! If e’er my godlike fire deferv’d thy aid. If e’er 1 felt thee in the fighting field ; ii Now, Goddefs, now, thy facred liiccour yield. Oh give my lance to reach the Trojan knight, Whofe arrow wounds the chief thou guards in fight: And lay the boader grov’ling on the fhore, That vaunts thefe eyes fhall view the light no more. Thus pray’d Tydides, and Minerva heard ; His nerves confirm’d, his languid fpirit cheer’d ; Ill H O M E R’s ILIAD. V. ijC. He feels each limb with wonted vigour light; His beating bofom claims the promis’d fight. Be bold, ((he cry’d), in every combat (hine, War be thy province, thy proteftion mine ; Ru!h to the fight, and ev’ry foe controul; Wake each paternal virtue in thy foul: Strength (wells thy boiling bread, infus’d by me, And ail thy godlike father breathes in thee ! Yet more; from mortal mids I purge thy eyes, And fet to view the warring deities. Thefe fee thou Ihun, through ail th’ embattled plain. Nor rtlhly drive where human force is vain. If Venus mingle in the martial band, Her lhalt thou wound : So Pallas gives command. With that, the blue-ey’d virgin wing’d her flight; The hero rulh’d impetuous to the fight; With tenfold ardour now invades the plain, Wild with delay, and more enrag’d by pain. As on the fleecy flocks, when hunger calls, Amidd the field a brindled lion falls ; If chance feme Ihepherd with a didant dart The favage wound, he roufes at the (mart, He foams, he roars ; the Ihepherd dares not day. But trembling leaves the fcatt’rine flocks a prey ; Heaps fall on heaps: Hebathes with blood the ground, Then leaps viftorious o’er the lofty mound. Not with lefs fury dern Tydidcs flew ; And two brave leaders at an indant flew: Aftyuous breathlefs fell, and by his fide His people’s pador, good Hypenor, dy’d ; Adynous’ bread the deadly lance receives, Hypcnor’s Ihoulder his broad faulchion cleaves. HOMERs ILIAD. V. 188, 143 Thofe flain he left ; and fprung with noble rage. Abas and Polyidus to engage ; Sons of Eurydamas ; who wife and old, Could fates forefee, and myflic dreams unfold ; The youths return’d not from the doubtful plain, And the fad father try’d his arts in vain; No myftic dream could make their fates appear. Though now determin’d by Tydides’ fpear. Young Xanthus next, and Thoon felt his rage. The joy and hope of Phaenops’ feeble age. Vaft was his wealth, and thefe the only heirs Of all his labours, and a life of cares. Cold death o’ertakes them in their blooming years. And leaves the father unavailing tears : To ftrangers now defeends his heavy (fore. The race forgotten, and the name no more. Two fons of Priam in one chariot ride, Glitt’ring in arms, and combat fide by fide. As when the lordly lion feeks his food Where grazing heifers range the lonely wood, He leaps amidft them with a furious bound. Bends their ffrong necks, and tears them to the ground : So from .their feats the brother-chiefs are torn ; Their fteeds and chariot to the navy born. With deep concern divine Aineas view’d The foe prevailing, and his friends purfu’d, Through the thick dorm of fmging fpears he flies. Exploring Pandarus with careful eyes. At Length he found Lycaon’s mighty fon ; To whom the chief of Venus’ race begun. ‘14 HOMER’s ILIAD. V. 118. Where, Pandarus, are all thy honours now, Thy winged arrovvs and unerring bow. Thy matchlefs fkill, thy yet unrival’d fame, And beaded glory of the Lycian name; Oh pierce that mortal! if we mortal call That wondrous force by which whole armies fall ; Or god incens’d, who quits the diflant (kies To punifli Troy for flighted facrifice ; (Which oh avert from cur unhappy date ! Tor what lb dreadful as celedial hate ?) Whoe’er he be, propitiate Jove with pray’r ; If man, dedroy ; if god, intreat to fpare. To him the Lycian. Whom your eyes behold, If right I judge, is Diomed the bold : Such couriers whirl him o’er the dudy field, So tow’rs his helmet, and fo flames his Ihield. If ’tis a god, he wears that chief’s difguife ; Or if that chief, fome guardian of the flues Involv’d in clouds, protects him in the fray, And turns unfeen the frudrate dart away. I wing'd an arrow, which not idly fell, The droke had fix’d him to the gates of hel!; And, but fome god, fome angry god withdands, His fate was due to theft unerring hands. Skill’d in the bow, on foot I fought the war, Nor join’d fwift horfes to the rapid car. Ten polidfd chariots I poflefs’d at home, And dill they grace Lycaon’s princely dome : There vail’d in fpacious coverlets they Hand ; And twice fen courfers wait their lord’s command. The good old warrior bade me trud to thefe, When fird for Troy I fail’d the facred feas; HOMER’s ILIAD. V. 151. 115 In fields, aloft, the whirling car to guide, And through the ranks of death triumphant ride. But vain with youth, and yet to thrift inclin’d, 1 heard his counfels with unheedful mind, And thought the fteeds (your large fupplies unknown) Might fail of forage in the ftraiten’d town : So took my bow and pointed darts in hand, And left the chariots in my native land. Too late, O friend! my rafhnefs 1 deplore; Thefe fhafts, once fatal, carry death no more. Tydeus’ and Atreus’ fons their points have found. And undiflembled gore purfu’d the wound. In vain they bled : This unavailing bow Serves, not to daughter, but provoke the foe. In evil hour thefe bended horns I llrung, And feiz’d the quiver where it idly hung. Curs’d be the fate that fent me to the field, Without a warrior’s arms, the ipear and Ihield ! If e’er with life I quit the Trojan plain. If e’er I fee my fpoufe and fire again. This bow, unfaithful to my glorious aims, Broke by my hand, (hall feed the blazing flames. To whom the leader of the Dardan race : Be calm, nor Phoebus’ honour’d gift difgrace. The diftant dart be prais’d, though here we need The rulhing chariot, and the bounding deed. Againfl: yon hero let us bend our courfe. And, hand to hand, encounter force with force. Now mount my feat, and from the chariot’s height Obferve my father’s fteeds, renown’d in fight; Pradtis’d alike to turn, to ftop, to chace. To dare the Ihock, or urge the rapid race ; / its H O M E R’s ILIAD. V. t8t. Secure with thefe, through fighting fields we go, Or lafe to Troy, if Jove affift the foe. Hade, feize the whip, andfnatch the guiding rein : The warrior’s fury let this arm fuftainj Or, if to combat thy bold heart incline, Take thou the fpear, the chariot’s care be mine. O prince ! (Lycaon’s valiant fon reply’d). As thine the Heeds, be thine the talk to guide. The horfes practis’d to their lord’s command, Shall bear the rein, and anfwer to thy hand ; But if unhappy, we defert the fight, Thy voice alone can animate their flight; Elfe (hall our fates be number’d with the dead. And thefe, the vidtor’s prize, in triumph led. Thine be the guidance then : With fpear and fbield Myfelf will charge this terror of the field. And now both heroes mount the glitt’ring car ; The bounding courfers ruth amidft the war. Their fierce approach bold Sthenelus efpy’d, Who thus, alarm’d, to great Tydides cry’d. O friend ! two chiefs of force immenfe I fee, Dreadful they come, and bend their rage on thee : Lo the brave heir of old Lycaon’s line, And great ./Eneas, fprung from race divine ! Enough is giv’n to fame. Afcend thy car; And fave a life, the bulwark of our war. At this the hero cart a gloomy look, Fix’d on the chief with fcorn : and thus he fpoke. Me doll thou bid to (him the coming fight ? Me wouldft thou move to bafe, inglorious flight..5 Know, ’tis not honed in my foul to fear, Nor was Tydides bom to tremble here, HOME R’s ILIA D. V. 314. i»7 I hate the cumbrous chariot’s flow advance, And the long diftance of tiie flying lance ; But while my nerves are ftrong, my force entire, Thus front, tne foe, and emulate rny fire Nor fhall. yon fteeds that fierce to fight convey Thofe threat’ning heroes, bear them both away ; One chief at lead beneath this arm (hall die; So Pallas tells me, and forbids to fly. But if (he dooms, and if no god with (land. That both (hall fall by one viftorious hand ; Then heed my words: My horfes here detain, Fix’d to the chariot by the (Iraiten’d rein ; Swift to iEueas’ empty feat proceed, And feize the courfers of aethereai breed : The race of thofe, which once the thund’ring god For ravilh’d Ganymede on Tros beftow’d; The bed that e’er on earth’s broad furface run, Beneath the rifing or the fetting fun. Hence great Anchifes dole a breed, unknown By mortal mares, from fierce Laomedon : Four of this race his ample flails contain, And two tranfport ./Eneas o’er the plain. Thefe, were the rich immortal prize our own, Through the wide world (houldmake our glory known. Thus while they fpoke, the foe came furious on. And flern Lycaon’s warlike race begun. Prince, thou art met. Though late in vain aflail’d The fpear may enter where the arrow fail’d. He faid, then (hook the pond’rous lance, and flung, -y On his broad tbield the founding weapon rung, > Pierc’d the tough orb, and in his cuirafs hung. 3 . liS HOMER’s ILIAD. V. 34?. He bleeds ! the pride of Greece ! (the header cries) ; Our triumph now, the mighty warrior lies ! Midaken vauntef! Diomed reply’d ; Thy dart has err’d ; and now my fpear be try’d : Ye Tcape not both ; one, headlong from his car, With hoftile blood lhall glut the god of war. He fpoke, and rifing hurl’d his forceful dart, Which driv’n by Pallas, pierc’d a vital part; Pull in his face it enter’d, and betwixt The nole and eye-ball the proud Lycian fix’d; Cradl’d all his jaws, and cleft the tongue within, Till the bright point look’d out beneath the chin. Headlong he falls, his helmet knocks the ground ; Earth groans beneath him, and his arms refound; The darting couriers tremble with affright; The foul indignant feeks the realms of night. To guard his flaughter’d friend, jEneas flies, His fpear extending where the carcafe lies ; Watchful he wheels, protefts it ev’ry way, As the grim lion flalks around his prey. O’er the fall’n trunk his ample (hield difplay’d. He hides the hero with his mighty (bade, And threats aloud : The Greeks with longing eyes Behold at diflance, but forbear the prize. Then fierce Tydides itoops ; and from the fields Heav’d with vaft force, a rocky fragment wields. Not two ftrong men th’ enormous weight could raife, Such men as live in thefe degen’rate days. He fwung it round ; and gath’ring flrength to throw, Difcharg’d the pond’rous ruin at the foe. W'here to the hip th’ inferted thigh unites. Full on the bone the pointed marble lights; H O M E R’s ILIAD* V. 377- Through both the tendons broke the rugged flone, And dripp’d the tkin, and crack’d the folid bone. Sunk on his knees, and ftagg’ring with his pains, His falling bulk his bended arm fuftains ; Loft in a dizzy mift the warrior lies ; A hidden cloud comes fwimming o’er his eyes. There the brave chief who mighty numbers fway’d, Opprefs’d had funk to death’s eternal lhade; But heav’nly Venus, mindful of the love She bore Anchifes in th’ Idaean grove, His danger views with anguilh and defpair, And guards her offspring with a mother’s care. About her much lov’d fon her arms (he throws, Her arms whofc whitenefs match the falling fnows. Screen’d from the foe behind her finning veil, The fwords wave harmlefs, and the jav’lins fail: Safe through the rufhing horfe, and feather’d flight Of founding (hafts (he bears him from the fight. Nor Sthenelus, with unaflifting hands, Remain’d unheedful of his lord’s commands : His panting deeds, remov’d from out the war. He fix’d with ftraiten’d traces to the car. Next rufliing to the Dardan fpoil, detains The heav’nly courfers with the flowing manes : Thefe, in proud triumph to the fleet convey’d. No longer now a Trojan lord obey’d. That charge to bold Deipylus he gave, (Whom mod he lov’d, as brave men love the brave)! Then mounting on his car, refum’d the rein, And follow’d where Tydides fwept the plain. Meanwhile (his conqued ravilh’d from his eyes) The raging chief in chace of Venus dies : Vox.. V. I 33» HOMER’S ILIAD. V. 408. No goddefs fhe conmiffion’d to the field. Like Pallas dreadful with tier fable (bield, Or fierce Bellona thund’ring at the .all, While flames afetnd, and mighty ruins fall; He knew foft combats fuit the tender dame, New to the field, and dill a foe to fame. Thro’ breaking ranks his furious conrfe he bends. And at the gotltiefs his broad lance ey ends ; Thro’ her bright vt i the daring wear, • drove, Th’ ambrofial va!t, which all the graces wove; Her fnovvy hand the razing fled profan’d, And the tranfparent Ikin with crimfcn flain’d. From the clear vein a fitream immortal flow’d, Such llream as ilfues from a wounded God : Pure emanation 1 uncorrupted flood ; Unlike our grofs, difeas’d, terreftrial blood : (For not the bread of man their life fuftains, Nor wine’s inflaming juice fupplies their veins.) With tender fhrieks the goddefs fill’d the place, And dropt her offspring from her weak embrace. Him Phoebus took : He calls a cloud around The fainting chief, and. wards the mortal wound. Then with a voice that fhook the vaulted Ikies, The king infults the goadefs as Ihe flies. Ill with Jove’s daughter bloody fights agree, The field of combat is no feene for thee ; Go, let thy own foft fex employ thy care, Go lull the coward, or delude the fair. Taught by this flroke, renounce the war’s alarms, And learn to tremble at the name of arms. Tydides thus. The goddefs feiz’d with dread, Confus’d, diflrafted, from the conflidl fled. H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. V. 441. »3* To aid her, fwift the winged his flew. Wrapt in a aiiit above the warring crew. The queen of love with faded charms (he found, iJa!e was her cheek, and livid look’d the wound.' To Mars, who fat remote, they bent their way ;' Far on the left, with clouds involv’d he lay ; IBefide him Hood his lance, diftain’d with gore. And, rein’d with gold, his foaming Heeds before. Low at his knee, (he begg’d, with dreaming eyes, Tier brother’s car, to mount the diftant Ikies, I And Ihew’d the wound by fierce Tydides giv’n, ,1 A mortal man, who dares encounter heav’n. Stern Mars attentive hears the queen complain. And to her hand commits the golden rein ; She mounts the feat, opprefs’d with filent woe, Driv’n by the goddefs of the painted bow. The lalh refounds, the rapid chariot flies. And in a moment fcales the lofty Ikies. There Hopp’d the car, and there the coqrfers flood, Fed by fair Iris with ambrofial food. Before her mother, Love’s bright queen appears; O’erwheim’d with angunh, and flillolv’d in tears ; She rais’d her in her arms, beheld her bleed, And alk’d what god had wrought this guilty deed ? '' Then Hie : This infult from no god I found, ,An impious mortal gave the daring wound! Behold the deed of haughty Diomed ! ’Twas in the fon’s defence the mother bled. The war with Troy no more the Grecians wage; ; But with the Gods (th’ immortal gods) engage, Dione then. Thy wrongs with patience bear, And lhare thofe griefs inferior pow’rs tnuft fhare : n /3* Jf O M' E R’s ILIA D. V. 473, Unnumber’d woes mankind from us fuftain, And men with woes afflitt the gods again. The mighty Mars in mortal fetters bound, And lodg’d in braaen dungeons under ground. Full thirteen moons imprifon’d roar’d in vain ; Otus and Epbialtes held the chain : Perhaps had perilh’d ; had not Hermes’ care Reftor’d the groaning god to upper air. Great Juno’s felf has borne her weight of pain, Th’ imperial partner of the heav’nly reign ; Amphitryon’s fbn infix’d the deadly dart. And fill’d with anguilh her immortal heart. Ev’n hell’s grim king Akides’ power confefl. The lhaft found entrance in his iron bread ; To Jove’s high palace for a cure he fled ; Pierc’d in his own dominions of the dead ; Where Paeon, fprinkling heavenly balm around, Affuag’d the glowing pangs, and clos’d the wound. Ralh, impious man ! to (lain the bled abodes, And drench his arrow s in the blood of gods 1 But thou (tho’ Pallas urg’d thy frantic deed) Whole fpear ill-fated makes a goddefs bleed, Know thou, whoe'er with heav’nly power contends. Short is his date, and foon his glory ends; From fields of death when late he fhall retire, No infant on his knees fhall call him fire. Strong as thou art, fome god may yet be found. To dretch thee pale and grafping on the ground i Thy didant wife, vEgiale the fair, Starting from deep with a didrafted air. Shall roufe thy Haves, and her loft lord deplore. The brave, the great, the glorious now no more? H 0 M E R's ILIAD. V. soy. 1 j? This faid, (he wip’d from Venus' wounded palm The facred ichor, and infus’d the balm. Juno and Pallas with a finite Purvey’d, And thus to Jove began the blue-ey’d maid. Permit thy daughter, gracious Jove, to tell How this mifchance the Cyprian queen befel. As late (he try’d with paffion to inflame The tender bolbm of a Grecian dame. Allur’d the fair, with moving thoughts of joy, To quit her country for fome youth of Troy ; The clafping zone, with golden buckles bound, Raz’d her foft hand with this lamented wound. The fire of gods and men fuperior fmil’d, And, calling Venus, thus addrefs’d his child. Not thefe, O daughter, are thy proper cares; Thee milder arts befit and fofter wars ; Sweet fmiles are thine, and kind endearing chirms; To Mars and Pallas leave the deeds of arms. Thus they in heav’n : While on the plain below, The fierce Tydides charg’d the Dardan foe; Flulh’d with celeftial blood purfu’d his way. And, fcarlefs, dar’d the threat’ning god of day; Already in his hopes he faw him kill’d, Though fereen’d behind Apollo’s mighty (hield. Thrice rulhing furious, at the chief he flrook ; His blazing buckler thrice Apollo (hook : He try’d the fourth : When, breaking from the cloui, A more than mortal voice was heard aloud. O fon of Tydeus, ceafc! be wife, and fee How vaft the diff’rence of the gods and thee; Diftance immenfe! between the pow’rs that (bine Above, eternal, deathlefs, and divine, 134 H O' M E R’s ILIAD. V. 537. And mortal man ! A wretch of humble birth, A Ihort-liv’d reptile in the dull of earth. So fpoke the god who darts celeftial fires; He dreads his fury, and fome fteps retires. Then I’hoebus bore the chief of Venus’ race To Troy’s high fane, and to his holy place ; Latona there and Phoebe heal’d the wound, With vigour arm’d him, and with glory crown’d.. This done, the patron of the filver bow A phantom rais’d, the fame in (hape and (how With great Aineas; fuch the form he bore. And fuch in fight the radiant arms he wore. Around the fpeftre bloody wars are wag’d. And Greece and Troy with clafhing fhields engag’d. Meantime on llion’s tow’r Apollo flood, And, calling Mars, thus urg’d the raging god. Stern pow’r of arms, by whom the mighty fall. Who bath’fl in blood, and fhak’ft th’ embattled wall. Rife in thy wrath! to hell’s abhorr’d abodes Difpatch yon Greek, and vindicate the gods. Eirlt rofy Venus felt his brutal rage; Me next he charg’d, and dares all heav’n engage : The wretch would brave high heav’n’s immortal fire. His triple thunder, and his bolts of fire. The god of battles ifiues on the plain, Stirs all the ranks, and fires the Trojan train In form like Acamas, the Thracian guide, In rage to Troy’s retiring chiefs he cry’d : How long, ye fons of Priam ! will ve fly, And, unreveng’dj fee Priam’s people die ? Still- unrefilted lhall the foe deftroy. And llretch the Jlaughter to the gates of Troy ? HOMER’S ILIAD. V. 569, i3S Lo brave jEneas finks beneath hi? wound, S'lot godlike Heftor more in arms renown’d : Halle all, and take the gen’rous warrior’s part. He faid; new courage {well’d each hero’s heart. Sarpedon firft his ardent fioul exprefs’d, And, turn’d to Heftor, thefe bold words addrefs’d. Sajr, chief, is all thy antient valour loft; Where are thy threats, and where thy glorious boafl. That, propt alone by Priam’s race, fhouid (land Troy’s lacred walls, nor need a foreign hand ? Now, now thy country calls her wanted friends, And the proud vaunt in juft derifion ends. Remote they ftand, while alien troops engage. Like trembling hounds before the lion’s rage. Far diftant hence 1 held my wide command, Where foaming Xanthus waves the Lycian land With ample wealth, (the wilh of mortals), bleft, A beauteous wife, and infant at her breaft; ■ With thofe 1 left whatever dear could be; Greece, if the conquers, nothing wins from me. Yet firft in fight my Lycian bands I cheer, And long to meet this mighty man ye fear ; While Hector idle ftands, nor bids the brave 1 Their wives, their infants, and their altars lave. r» Hafte, warrior, hafte ! preferve thy threaten’d ftate; t Or one vaft burft of all-involving fate Full o’er your tovv’rs (hall fall, and fweep away Sons, fires, and wives, an undiftinguifh’d prey. Roufe all thy Trojans, urge thy aids to fight; ’ Thefe claim thy thoughts by day, thy watch by night With force inceflant the brave Greeks oppofe ; Such cares thy friends deferve, and fueh thy foes. U rjS H O M E R’s ILIAD. V. Sot. Stung to the heart, the gen’rous Heflor hears, But juft reproof with decent filence bears. From his proud car the prince impetuous fprings, On earth he leaps; his brazen armour rings. Two Ihining fpears are brandifh’din his hands; Thus arm’d, he animates his drooping bands, Revives their ardour, turns their fteps from flight, And wakes anew the dying flames of fight. They turn, they ftand : The Greeks their fury dare, Condenfe their pow’rs, and wait the growing war. As when, on Ceres’ facred floor, the twain Spreads the wide fan, to clear the golden grain. And the light chaff, before the breezes born, Afcends in clouds from off the heapy corn ; The grey duft, riling with collected winds, Drives o’er the barn, and whitens all the hinds; So, white with duft the Grecian hoft appears, From trampling fteeds and thund’ring charioteers ; The dufky clouds from labour’d earth arife, And roll in fmoking volumes to the ikies. Mars hovers o’er them with his fable fhield, And adds new horrors to the darken’d field: Pleas’d with his charge, and ardent to fulfil, In Troy’s defence, Apollo’s htav’nly will. Soon as from fight the blue-ey’d maid retires. Each Trojan bofom with new warmth he fires. And now the god, from forth his facred fane. Produc’d JEneas to the fhouting train ; Alive, unharm’d, with all his peers around, Ereft he flood, and vig’rous from his wound : Inquiries none they made ; the dreadful day No paufe of words admits, no dull delay; II 0 M 11 R‘s ILIAD. V. 633. i37 Fierce DifconJ florms, Apollo loud exclaims, Fame calls, Mars thunders, and the field’s ia flames. Stern Diomed with either Ajax flood, And great Ulyfles, bath’d in hoftile blood. Embodied clofe, the lab’ring Grecian train The fierceft fhock of charging arms fuftain. Unmov’d and filent, the whole war they wait, Serenely dreadful, and as fix’d as fate. So when th’ embattled clouds, in dark array, Along the Ikies their gloomy lines difplay ; When now the north his boifl’rous rage has foent. And peaceful flceps the liquid element; The low-hung vapours, motionlefs and Hill, Kelt on the fummits of the (haded hill; 7'ill the mafs fcatters as the winds arife, Difpers’d and broken through the ruffled (kies. Nor was the gen’ral wanting to his train. From troop to troop he toils through all the plain. Ye Greeks, be men ! the charge of battle bear; Your brave alTociates, and yourfelves revere ! Let glorious adts more glorious adls infpire, And catch from bread to bread the noble fire ! On valour’s fide the odds of combat lie; The brave live glorious, or lamented die : The wretch who trembles in the field of fame, Meets death, and worfe than death, eternal fhamc. Thefe words he fcconds with his flying lance, To meet whole point was drong Deicoon’s chance ; ./Eneas’ friend, and, in his native place, Honour’d and lov’d like Priam’s royal race : Long had he fought the foremod in the field. But now the monarch’s lance tranfpierc'd his Ihield: 135 HOMER’s ILIAD. V. 66*. His (hield too weak the furious dart to (lay, Through his broad belt the weapon forc’d its way : The giifly wound difmifs’d his foul to hell; His arms around him rattl’d as he fell. Then fierce iEneas, brandilhing his blade, In dull Orfilochus and Crethon laid, Whole fire Diocleus, wealthy, brave, and great, in well-built Pherae held his lofty feat : Sprung from Alpheus’ plenteous Itream! that yields Increafe of harvefls to the Pylian fields. He got Orfilochns, Diocleus he, And thefe defcended in the third degree. Too early expert in the martial toil, In fable fhips they left their native foil, T’ avenge Atrides : Now untimely flain, They fell with glory on the Phrygian plain. So two young mountain-lions, nurs’d with blood, In deep recefies of the gloomy wood, Ruth fearlefs to the plains, and, uncontroll’d, Depopulate the flails, and wafle the fold ; Till, pierc’d at diflance from their native den, O’erpowr’d, they fall beneath the force of men. Proflrate on earth their beauteous bodies lay, Like mountaiu-firs, as tall and (traight as they. Great Menelaus views with pitying eyes. Lifts his bright lance, and at the viftor flies ; Mars urg’d him on, yet, ruthlefs in his hate. The god but urg’d him to provoke his fate. He thus advancing, Neflor’s valiant fon Shakes for his danger, and negleffs his own ; Struck with the thought, fhould Helen’s lord be flain, And all his country’s glorious labours vain. H O M E R’s ILIAD. V. 657'. 139 Already met, the threat’ning heroes fland; The fpears already tremble in their hand : In mill’d Antilochns, his aid to bring, And fall or conquer by the Spartan king. Thefe feen, the Dardan backward turn’d his courle. Brave as he was, and (hunn’d unequal force. The breathlefs bodies to the Greeks they drew, Then mix in combat, and their toils renew. Firft Pylaemenes, great in battle, bled, Who fheath’d in brafs the Paphlagonians led. Atrides mark’d him where fublime he Hood ; Fix’d in his throat, the jav’lin drank his blood. The faithful Mydon, as he turn’d from fight Flis flying courfers, funk to endlefs night: A broken rock by Neftor’s Ion was thrown ; His bended arm receiv’d the failing Hone; From his numb’d hand the iv’ry fludded rein's, Dropt in the dull, are trail’d along the plains : Meanwhile his temples feel a deadly wound; Fie groans in death, and, pond’rous, finks to ground ; Deep drove his helmet in the fands, and there The head flood fix’d, the quiv’ring legs in air, Till, trampled flat beneath the couriers feet, The youthful vidtor mounts his empty feat, C And bears the prize in triumph to the fleet. J Great Fleftor faw, and, raging at the view, Pours on the Greeks ; the Trojan troops purfue ; He fires his hoft with animating cries. And brings along the furies of the fkies. Mars, fletn deftroyer! and Bellona dread, Flame in the front, and thunder at their head; 143 HOME R’s ILIAD. V. jiS. This fwells the tumult and the rage of fight; That fnakes a fpear that calls a dreadful light. Where He£tor march’d, the god of battles fhin’d, Now (lorm’d before him, and now rag’d behind. Tydides paus’d amidft his full career ; Then firft the hero’s manly breail knew fear. As when fome fimple Twain his cot forfakes, And wide through fens an unknown journey takes If chance a dwelling brook his paflage flay, And foam impervious crofs the wand’rer’s way, Confus’d he flops, a length of country pad, Eyes the rough waves, and, tir’d, returns at lad. Amaz’d no lefsthe great Tydides dands; He day’d, and, turning, thus addrefs’d his bands. No wonder, Greeks ! that all to Hcdfor yield. Secure of fay’ring gods, he takes the field; His drokes they fecond, and avert our fpears: Behold where Mars in mortal arms appears! Retire then, warriors ; but fedate and fiow : Retire, but with your faces to the foe. Trud not too much your unavailing might ; ’Tis not with Troy, but with the gods ye fight. Now near the Greeks the black battalions drew ; And fird two leaders valiant Heflor dew. His force Anchialus and Mnedhes found, In ev’ry art of glorious ivar renown'd. In the fame ear the chiefs to combat ride, And fought united, and united dy’d. Struck at the fight, the mighty Ajax glows With third of vengeance, and affaults the foes. His mafly fpear, with matchiefs fury fent. Through Amphius’ belt and heaving belly went: H O M E R’s I L I A D. Y. 7<5Stentor’s founding voice, aloud : Stentor the drong, endu’d with brazen lungs, Whofe throat furpafs’d the force of fifty tongues.. Inglorious Argives 1 to your race a fiiame, And only men in figure and in name! Ks f48 HOME R/s ILIA D. V. 981. Once from the walls your titn’rous foes engag’dj While fierce in war divine Achilles rag’d ; Now ifluing fearlefs they poflefs the plain, Now win the (tores, and fcarce the feas remain. Her fpeech new fury to their hearts convey’d j While near Tydides flood th’ Athenian maid ; The king befide his panting deeds (he found, O’erfpent with toil, repofing on the ground : To cool his glowing wound he fat apart, (The wound infiiftcd by the Lycian dart) ; Large drops of fweat from all his limbs defeend, beneath his pond’rous fhield his finews bend, Whofe ample belt that o’er his (boulder lay, He eas’d; and w'alh’d the clotted gore away. The goddefs leaning o’er the bending yoke, Befide his courfers, thus her filence broke. Degen’rate prince! and not of Tydeus’ kind, Whofe little body lodg’d a mighty mind ; Foremoft he prefs’d in glorious toils to (hare, And fcarce refrain’d when I forbade the war. Alone, unguarded, once he dar’d to go And feafl, incircled by the Theban foe; There brav’d, and vanquifh’d, many a hardy knight; Such nerves I gave him, and fuch force in fight. Thou too no lefs haft been my conflant care; Thy hands I arm’d, and fent thee forth to war : But thee or fear deters or (loth detains; No drop of all thy father warms thy veins. The chief thus anfwer’d mild. Immortal maid J I own thy prefence, and confefs thy aid. Not fear, thou know’ft, with-holds me from the plains* Nor (loth hath feia’d me, but thy word reftrains s HOMER's ILIAD. V. 1014. 14? sFrom warring gods thou had’d me turn my fpear, And Venus only found relidence here. Hence goddefs! heedful of thy high commands, Loth I gave way, and warn’d our Argive bands ; For Mars, the homicide, thefe eyes beheld, With daughter red, and raging round the field. Then thus Minerva. Brave Tydides, hear! Nor Mars himfidf, nor ought immortal fear : Full on the god impel thy foaming horfe: Pallas commands, and Pal.as lends thee force. Rath, furious, blind, from thefe to thofe he nies, And ev’ry fide of way’ring combat tries ; Large promife makes, ana breaks the promife made ; Now gives the Grecians, now the Trojans aid. She faid ; and to the deeds approaching near, Drew from his feat the martial charioteer. The vig’rous pow’r the trembling car afeends, Fierce for revenge ; and Diomed attends. The groaning axle bent beneath the load ; So great a hero, and fo great a god. She fnatch’d the reins, (lie lath’d with all her force. And full on Mars impell’d the foaming horfe : But firft, to hide her heav’nly vifage, fpread Black Orcus’ helmet o’er her radiant head. ’ Juft then gigantic Periphas lay (lain, The ftrongeft warrior of th’ Titolian train; 'The god who flew him, leaves his proftrate prize Stretch’d where he fell, and at Tydides flies» Now rufhing fierce, in equal arms appear, The daring Greek, the dreadful god of war! Full at the chief, above his courier’s head, From Mars’s arras th’ enormous weapon fled : K 3 ISO H O M E R’s ILIAD. V. Pallas oppos’d her hand, and caus’d to glance Far from the car, the flrong immortal lance. Then threw the force of Tydeus’ warlike fon ; Thejav’lin hifs’d; the goddefs urg’d it on : Where the broad cinfture girt his armour round, It pierc’d the god : His groin receiv’d the wound. From the rent Ikin the warrior tugs again The fmoaking fleel. Mars bellows with the pain ; Loud, as the roar encount’ring armies yield. When fhouting millions (hake the thund’ring field. Both armies Hart, and trembling gaze around ; And earth and heav’n rebellow to the found. As vapours blown by Anfler’s fultry breath, Pregnant with plagues, and Ihedding feeds of death. Beneath the rage of burning Sirius rife, Choke the parch’d earth, and blacken all the Ikies ; In fuch a cloud the god from combat driv’n, High o’er the dully whirlwind fcales the heav’n. Wild with his pain, he fought the bright abodes. There fullen fat beneath the fire of gods, Show’d the celeflial blood, and with a groan Thus pour’d his plaints before th’ immortal throne. Can Jove, fupine, flagitious adls furvey. And brook the furies of this daring day I For mortal men celeltial pow’rs engage. And gods on gods exert eternal rage. From thee, O Father ! all thefe ills we bear. And thy fell daughter with the Ihield and fpear : Thou gav’ft that fury to the realms of light. Pernicious, wild, regardlefs of the right. All heav’n befide reveres thy fov'reign fway, Thy voice we hear, and thy behelts obey i HOMERs ILIAD. V. 1078, 151 I'Tis her’s t’ offend, and ev’n offending fhare Thy breafl, thy counfels, thy diflinguilE’d care : So boundlefs fhe, and thou fo partial grown, Well may we deem the wond’rous birth thy own. .Wow frantic Diomed, at her command, lAAgainfl th’ immortals lifts his raging hand : ITTbe heav’nly Venus firfl: his fury found, 1 Me next encount’ring, me he dar’d to wound ; Vanquifh’d I fled : E’en I the god of fight, f From mortal madnefs fcarce was fav’d by flight. j Elfe hadft thou feen me funk on yonder plain, F Heap’d round, and heaving under loads of (lain ! C Or pierc’d with Grecian darts, for ages lie, > Condemn’d to pain, though fated not to die. Him thus upbraiding, with a wrathful look 1' The lord of thunders view’d, and flern befpokc. t’ To me, perfidious ! this lamenting ftrain ? 1 Of lawlefs force fhall lawlefs Mars complain ? I Of ail the gods who tread the fpangled Ikies, Thou mod unjuft, moft odious in our eyes i Inhuman difcord is thy dire delight, The wafte of (laughter, and the rage of fight. Ho bound, no law, thy fiery temper quells, , And all thy mother in thy foul rebels. In vain our threats, in vain our pow’r we ufc ; 1 She gives th’ example, and her fon purfiies. Yet long th’ infiidted pangs thou (halt not mourn, Sprung fince thou art from Jove, and heav’nly born. Elfe, fing’d with light’ning, hadft thou hence been j thrown, Where chain’d on burning rocks the Titans groan. K4 jjt HOMER’s LI AD. V. ucS. Thus he vho (hakes Olympus with his nod; Then gave to Paeon’s care the bleeding God, With gentle hand the balm he pour’d around. And heal’d th’ immortal flelh, and clos’d the wound. As when the fig’s prefs’d juice, in:us’d in cream. To curds coagulates the liquid ftream, Sudden the fluids fix, the parts combin’d ; Such, and fo loon, th’ aetherial texture join’d. Cleans’d from the dull and gore, fair Hebe dreft His mighty limbs in an immortal veil. Glorious he fat, in majefty reftor’d, Fall by the throne of heav’n’s fuperior lord. Jnoo and Pallas mount the blefs’d abodes, Their talk perform’d, and mix among the gods THE

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BOOK VI.

THE ARGUMENT. The Epifodcs of Glaucus and Diomed, and of HeRor and Andromache. THE gods having left the field, the Grecians prevail. Hdenus, the chief augur of Troy, commands Kedtor to return to the city, in order to appoint a folemn proceflion of the queen and the Trojan ma- trons to-the temple of Minerva, to entreat her to remove Diomed from the fight. The battle relax- ing during the abfence of Heftor, Glaucus and Diomed have an interview between the two armies; ■where, coming to the knowledge of the friendfhip and hofpitality palled between their anceftors, they make exchange of their arms. Hector having per- formed the order of Helenus, prevailed upon Paris to return to the battle ; and, having taken a tender leave of his wife Andromache, haftens again to the field. I : The fcene is firft in the field of battle, between the rivers Simois and Scamander, and then changes to Troy,

BOOK VI.

NO W heav’n forfakcs the fight: Th’ immortal* yield To human force and human Hull the field : Dark (how’rs of jav’lins fly from foes to foes; Now here, now there, the tide of combat flows; While Troy’s fam’d llreams, that bound the deathful plain, On either fide run purple to the plain. Great Ajax ftrft to conqueft led the way. Broke the thick ranks, and turn’d the doubtful day. The Thracian Acamas his faulchion found. And hew’d th’ enormous giant to the ground; His thund’ring arm a deadly ftroke imprell, Where the black horfe-hair nodded o’er his creft : Fix’d in his front the brazen weapon lies. And ftals in endlefs lhades his fwimming eyes. Next Teuthra’s fon dillain’d the fands with blood, Axylus, hofpitable, rich, and good : In fair Arilbe’s walls, (his native place). He held his feat; a friend to human race. Fall by the road, his ever-opeu door Oblig’d the wealthy, and reliev’d the poor. To Bern Tydides now he falls a prey, No friend to guard him in the dreadful day! Breathlefs the good man fell, and by his fide His faithful fervant, old Calefius, dy’d. By great Euryalus was Drefus flain, And next he laid Opheltius on the plain. IJG H O M E R’s ILIA D. VI. 17. Two twins were near, bold, beautiful, and young, From a fair Naiad and Bucolion fprung : (Laomedon’s white flocks Bucolion fed, That naonarch’s firft-born by a foreign bed; In fecret woods be won the Naiad’s grace, And two fair infants crown’d his Itrong embrace.) Here dead they lay in all their Alining charms; The ruthlefs viflor dripp'd their fliining arms, Adyalus by Polypoetes fell; Ulyfles’ Ipear Pidytes lent to hell : By Teucer’s Aiaft brave Aretaon bled, And Nedor’s fon laid dern Ablerus dead. Great Agamemnon, leader of the brave, The mortal wound of rich Elatus gave. Who held in Pedafus his proud abode, And till’d the banks where diver Satnio flow’d. Melanthius by Eurypylus was flain ; And Phylacus from Leitus flies in vain. Unblefs’d Adradus next at mercy lies Beneath the Spartan fpear, a living prize. Scar’d with the din and tumult of the fight, His headlong deeds, precipitate in flight, Rulh’d on a tamarilk’s drong trunk, and broke The fliatter’d chariot from the crooked yoke; Wide o’er the field, refidlefs as the wind, For Troy they fly, and leave their lord behind. Prone on his face he finks befide the wheel: Atrides o’er him fliakes the vengeful deel; 1 The fallen chief in fuppliant podure prefs’d The viftor’s knees, and thus his pray’r addrefs’d. Oh fpare my youth, and for the life I owe, Large gifts of price my father fliall bedow. II O M E R’s ILIAD. VI. 59. ij7 When fame (halt tell, that, not in battle flain, Thy hollow fhip5 his captive fon detain. Rich heaps of brafs lhall in thy tent be told. And fleel well-tempet’d, and perfuafive gold. He faid : Companion touch’d the hero’s heart; He flood, fufpended, .vith the lifted dart: As pity pleaded for bis vanquifh’d prize. Stern Agamemnon fwift to vengeance flies. And furious thus: Oh impotent of mind! Shall thefe, fhail thefe, Atrides’ mercy find ? Well haft thou known proud Troy’s perfidious land. And well her natives merit at thy hand! Not one of all the race, nor fex, nor age, Shall fave a Trojan from our boundlefs rage : llion lhall perilh whole, and bury all; Her babes, her infants at the bread, lhall fall, A dreadful leflbn of exampled fate. To warn the nations, and to curb the great! The monarch fpoke; the words with warmth addreft. To rigid juftiee Heel’d his brother’s breaft. Fierce from his knees the haplefs chief he thruft; The monarch’s jav’lin ftretch’d him in the dull. Then preffing with his foot his panting heart, Forth from the (lain he tugg’d the reeking dart. Old Neflor law, and rous’d the warrior’s rage; Thus, heroes 1 thus the vig’rous combat wage l No fon of Mars defcend, for fervile gains, To touch the booty, while a foe remains. Behold yon glitt’ring holl, your future fpoil! Firll gain the conqueft, then reward the toil. And now had Greece eternal fame acquir’d, And frighted Troy within her walls retir’d ijS HOME R’-s ILIA D. VI. si. Had not fage Helenus her ftate redreft, Taught by the gods that mov’d his facred bread. Where Hector flood, with great jdsneas join’d, The feer reveal’d the counfels of his mind. Ye gen’rous chiefs! on whom th’ immortals lay The cares and glories of this doubtful day, On whom your aids, your country’s hopes depend; Wife to confult, and active to defend ! Here, at our gates, your brave efforts unite, Turn back the routed, and forbid the flight; Ere yet their wives foft arms the cowards gain, The fport and infult of the hoftile train. W’hen your commands have hearten’d ev’ry band, Ourfelves, here fix’d, will make the dang’rous ftand ; Prefs’d as we are, and fore of former fight, Thefe ftraits demand our laft remains of might. Meanwhile, thou Heftor to the town retire, And teach our mother what the gods require : Direft the queen to lead th’ aflembled train Of Troy’s chief matrons to Minerva’s fane; Unbar the facred gates, and feek the pow’r, With offer'd vows, in Jlion’s topmoft tow’r. The largefl mantle her rich wardrobes hold, Mo A priz’d for art, and labour’d o’er with gold, Before the goddefs’ honour’d knees be fpread, And twelve young heifers to her aitars led; If fo the pow’r, aton’d by fervent pray’r. Our wives, our infants, and our city fpare. And far avert Tydides’ wafleful ire. That mows whole troops, and makes all Troy retire. Not thus Achilles taught our hofts to dread, Sprung though he was from more than mortal bed ; HOMER’s ILIAD. VI. izj. is? Not thus refilHefs rul'd the ft ream of fight, In rage unbounded, and unmatch’d in might.' Heitor obedient heard ; and, with a bound, Leap’d from his trembling chariot to the ground ; Through all his holt, infpiring force, he flies. And bids the thunder of the battle rife. With rage recruited the bold Trojans glow, And turn the tide of confliit on the foe : Fierce in the front he (hakes two dazzling fpears: All Greece recedes, and, midft her triumphs, fears. Some god, they thought, who rul’d the fate of wars, Shot down, avenging, from the vault of ftars. Then thus aloud. Ye dauntlefs Dardans hear ! And you whom diflant nations fend to war! Be mindful of the ftrength your fathers bore ; Be fliil yourfelves, and Heitor afks no more. One hour demands me in the Trojan wall, To bid our altars flame, and viitims fall: Nor lhall, I truft, the matrons holy train. And rev’rend elders, feek the gods in vain. This faid; with ample ftrides the hero part. The fhield’s large orb, behind his fhouider cafl, Flis neck o’erfhading, to his ancle hung ; And as he march’d, the brazen buckler rung. Now paus’d the battle, (godlike Heitor gone), When daring Glaucus and great Tydcus’ fon Between both armies met: The chiefs from far Obferv’d each other, and had mark’d for war. Near as they drew, Tydides thus began: What art thou, boldeft of the race of man 1 Our eyes, till now, that afpeit ne’er beheld, Where fame is reap’d amid th’ embattled field : 160 H O M E R’s ILIAD. VI. r *?. Yet far before the troops thou dar’fl appear, And meet a lance the fierceft heroes fear. Unhappy they, and born of lucklefs fires, Who tempt our fury when Minerva fires! But if from heav’n, eeleftial, thou defcend, Know, with immortals, we no more contend. Not long Lycurgus view’d the golden light. That daring man, who mix’d with gods in fight. Bacchus, and Bacchus’ votaries, he drove With brandifh’d fteel from Nyfla’s facred grove t Their confecrated fpears lay fcatter’d round, With curling vines and twilled ivy bound ; While Bacchus headlong fought the briny flood. And Thetis’ arms receiv’d the trembling god. Nor fail’d the crime th’ immortals wrath to move, (Th’ immortals, blefs’d with endlefs eafe above) ; Depriv’d of fight, by their avenging doom, Chearlefs he breath’d, and wander’d in the gloom ; Then funk unpity’d to the dire abodes, A wretch accurs’d, and hated by the gods! I brave not heav’n ; but if the fruits of earth Suftain thy life, and human be thy birth ; Bold as thou art, too prodigal of breath, Approach, and enter the dark gates of death. What, or from whence 1 am, or who my fire, (Reply’d the chief), can Tydeus' fon inquire? Like leaves on trees the race of man is found. Now green in youth, now with’ring on the ground; Another race the following fpring fupplies ; They fall fucceffive, and fucceffive rife : (So generations in their courfe decay); So flouri/h thefe, when thofe are pall away. Homer’s iliad. vi. 187. But if thou (till pcrfift to feareh my birth, Then hear a tale that fills the (pacious eatth. A city (lands on Argos’ utmofi bound, (Argos the fair, for warlike (feeds renoWn’d). jEolian Sifyphus, with wifdom blefs’d, tn antient time the happy walls poflefs’d. Then call’d Ephyre : Glaucus was fon ; Great Glaucus father of Bellerophon, Who o'er the fons of men in beauty (hin’d, Lov’d for that valour which preferves mankind; Then mighty Proetus Argos’ fceptre fway’d, Whofe hard commands Bellerophon obey’d. With direful jealoufy the monarch rag’d. And the brave prince in num’rous toils engag’d. For him Antea burn’d with lawlefs flame, And (trove to tempt him from the paths of fame. In vain (he tempted the relentlefs youth, Endow’d with wifdom, facred fear, and truth. Fir’d at his fcorn, the queen to Proetus fled. And begg’d revenge for her infulted bed : Incens’d he heard, refolving on his fate; But hofpitable laws reftrain’d his hate: To Lycia the devoted youth he fent, With tablets feal’d, that told his dire intent. Now blefs’d by ev’ry pow’r who guards the good, j The chief arriv’d at Xanthus’ filver flood : There Lycia’s monarch paid him honours due ; Nine days he feafted, and nine bulls he flew. But when the tenth bright morning orient glow’d, The faithful youth his monarch’s mandate (how’d : The fatal tablets, till that inftant feal’d. The deathful fecret to the king reveal’d, Vol. V. L m H 0 M E R’s ILIA D. VI. u$. Eirft, dire Cliimaera’s conqueft was enjoin’d ! A mingled monlter of no monai kind ; Behind, a dragon’s fiery tale was fpread ; A goat’s rough body bore a lion’s bead ; Her pitchy noftrils flaky flames expire; Her gaping throat emits infernal fire. This pcfl he flaughter’d, (for he read the Ikies. And trufled hcav’n’s informing prodigies) ; Then met in arms the Solymaean crew, (Fierceft of men), and thofe the warrior flew ; Next the bold Amazons’ whole force dcfy’d, And conquer’d fill!, for heav’n was on his fide. Nor ended here his toils : His Lycian foes, At his return a treach'rous ambufli rofe, With levell’d fpears along the winding ihore ; There fell they breathlcfs, and return’d no more. At length the monarch, with repentant grief, Confefs’d the gods, and god-de!cended chief; His daughter gave; the flranger to detain, With half the honours of his ample reign : The Lycians grant a chofen fpace of ground, With woods, with vineyards, and with harvefls crown’d. There long the chief his happy lot pofiefs’d, With two brave fbns and one fair daughter blefs’d ; (Fair ev’n in heav’nly eyes ; her fruitful love Crown’d with Sarpedon’s birth th’ embrace of Jove). But when at laft, diftrafted in his mind, Torfook by heav’n, forfaking human kind, Wide o’er th’ Alean field he chofe to ftray, A long, forlorn, uncomfortable way 1 ft 0 M E R’s ILIAD. VI. 443. si’s Woes heap’d on woes confam’d hi* wafted heart; , His beauteous daughter fell by Phoebe’s dart; His eldeft born by raging .Mars was llain, In combat on the Solymaean plain. Hippolocbus furviv’d ; from him I came; The honour’d author of my birth and name; By his decree I fought the Trojart town ; By his inftruftions learn to win renown ; To ftand the firft in worth as in command; To add new honours to my native land; ' Before*my eyes my mighty fires to place, i And emulate the glories of our race. I He fpoke ; and tranfport fill’d Tydides’ heart; I In earth the gen’rous warrior fix’d his dart; 1 Then friendly, thus, the Lycian prince addreft : 1 Welcome, my brave, hereditary gueft! | Thus ever let us meet with kind embrace, 3 Nor ftain the facred friendfhip of our race. Know, chief, our grandfircs have been guefts of old; Oeneus the ftrong, Bellerophon the bold : Our antient feat his honour’d prefence grac’d. Where twenty days in genial rites he pafs’d : The parting heroes mutual prefents left; A golden goblet was thy grandfirc’s gift; 1 Oeneus a belt of matchlefs work beftow’d, That, rich with Tyrian dye, refulgent glow’d. ‘ (This from his pledge l learn’d, which, fafely flor’d Among my treafures, dill adorns my board : For Tydeus left me young, when Thebe’s wall Beheld the fons of Greece untimely fall). L 4 HOMER’s ILIAD. VI. 179, Mindful of this, in friendfiiip let us join ; If heav’n our fteps to foreign lands incline, C My gueft in Argos thou, and I in Lycia thine. j Enough of Trojans to this lance (hall yield, In the full harveft of yon ample field ; Enough of Greeks (hall dye thy fpear with gore; Eut thou and Diomed be foes no more. Now change we arms, and prove to either hoft We guard the fricndfhip of the line we boaft. Thus having faid, the gallant chiefs alight, Their hands they join, their mutual faith they plighty Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought refign’d, (Jove warm’d his bofom, and enlarg’d his mind :) For Diomed’s brafs arms, of mean device, For which nine oxen paid, (a vulgar price), He gave his own, of gold divinely wrought, A hundred beeves the (hining purchafe bought. Meantime, the guardian of the Trojan (late, Great Heftor, enter’d at the Scaean gate. Beneath the beech-tree’s confecrated (hades. The Trojan matrons and the Trojan maids Around him flock’d, all prefs’d with pious care For hulbands, brothers, fons, engag’d in war. He bids the train in long proceflion go. And feek the gods, t’ avert th’ impending woe. And now to Priam’s (lately courts he came, Rais’d on arch’d columns of (lupendous frame; O’er thefe a range of marble (Irudlure runs, The rich pavilions of his fifty fons, In fifty chambers lodg’d : And rooms of (late Oppos’d to thofe where Priam’s daughters fat: HOMER's ILIAD. VI. 310. iffy | Twelve domes for them and their lov’d fponfes fnone. Of equal beauty, and of polifh’d fione. Hither great Hedlor pafs’d, nor pas’d tinfeen Of royal Hecuba, his mothei-queen, (With her Laodice, whole beauteous face Surpafs’d the nymphs of Troy’s illuftrious race). Long in a ftridl embrace fhe held her fon, And prefs’d his hand, and tender thus begun. O Hetftor ! fay, what great occafion calls My fon from fight, when Greece ibrrounds our walls J Corn’ll thou to fupplicate th’ almighty pow’r, With lifted hands, from llion’s lofty tow’r ? Stay, till I bring the cup with Bacchus crown’d, In Jove’s high name, to fprinkle on the ground, And pay due vows to all the gods around. Then with a plenteous draught refrefil thy foul, And draw new fpirits from the gen’rons bowl; Spent as thou art with long laborious fight, The brave defender of thy country’s right. Far hence be Bacchus’ gifts, (the chief rejoin’d): Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind. Unnerves the limbs, and dulls the noble mind : Let chiefs abftain, and fpare the facred juice To fprinkle to the gods, its better ufe. . By me that holy office were profan’d; iill fits it me, with human gore difiain’d, To the pure flues thefe horrid liahds to raife, Or offer heav’n’s great fire polluted praile. You, with your matrons, go! a fpotlefs train, ) And burn rich odours in Minerva’s fane. The larged mantle your full wardrobes hold, Mod priz’d for art, and labour’d o’er with gold, L 3 I Cg HO M £ R’s I L I A D. VI. 341'. Before the goddefs’ honour’d knees be fpread, And twelve young heifers to her altar led. So may the pow’r, aton’d by fervent pray’r, Our wives, our infants, and our city fparc. And far avert Tydides’ wafteful ire, Who mows whole troops, and makes all Troy retire. Be this, O mother! your religious care ; I go to roufe fbft Parts to the war ; If yet, not loft to all the fenfe of fhame, The recreant warrior hears the voice of fame. O would kind earth the hateful wretch embrace. That peft of Troy, that ruin of our race ! Deep to the dark abyfs might he defeend, Troy yet Ihould flourifh, and my forrows end. This heard, ftie gave command ; and, fummon’d, came Each noble matron, and illuftrious dame. The Phrygian queen to her rich wardrobe went, Where treafur’d odours breath’d a collly icent. There lay the veftures of no vulgar art, Sidonian maids embroider’d ev’ry part, Whom from foft Sidon youthful Paris bore With Helen, touching on the Tyrian (hore. Here, as the queen revolv’d with careful eyes The various textures, and the various dyes, She chofe a veil that fhone fuperior far, And glow’d refulgent as the morning-ftar. Herfelf with this the long proceffion leads; The train majeftically flow proceeds. Soon as to Ilion’s topmoft tow r they come. And awful reach the high Palladian dome. II O M E R’s ILIA D. VI. 371. iSf B mnienor’s confort, fair Theano, waits JJ^s Pallas’ prielTcfs, aud unbars the jates. W’ith hands uplifted, and imploring eyes, 3'hey fill the dome with fupplicating cries, i'he pricflefs then the fiiining veil difplays, Plac’d on Minerva’s knees, and thus Ihe prays. Oh awful goddefs! ever-dreadful maid, Troy’s Ilrong defence, unconquer’d Pallas, aid! Break thou Tydides’ fpear, and let him fall Prone on the dull, before the Trojan wall. So twelve young heifers, guiitlefs of the yoke, Shall fill thy temple with a grateful fmoke. Hut thou, aton’d by penitence and pray’r, purl'elves, our infants, and our city fpare ! So pray’d the prieltefs in her holy fane; So vow’d the matrons, but they vow’d in vain. While thefe appear before the pow’r with pray’rs, He£k>r to Paris’ lofty dome repairs, llitnillf the manfion rais’d, from ev’ry part Afifembling architefts of matchlefs art. ■Near Priam’s court and Heftor’s palace (lands The pompous firufture, and the town commands. A fpear the hero bore of wond’rous (Length, pf full ten cubits was the lance’s length, 'The lleely point with golden ringlets join’d, Jlefore him brandilh’d, at bach motion fhin’d. Thus ent’ring, in the glitt’ring r oms he found ,Idis brotlier-chief, whofe ufelefs arms lay round, Adis eyes delighting with their fplendid (how, Bright’ning the fliield, and poliihing the bow. .'jlefide him Helen with her virgins (lands, Guides their rich labours, and inftrudts their hands, L4 iJ8 HdMER’s ILIAD. VI. 404. Him thus unaftive, with an ardent look The prince beheld, and high-refendng fpoke. Thy hate to Troy, is this the time to Ihow ? (Oh wretch ili-fated, and thy country’s foe !) Paris and Gieccc againft us both confpire ; Thy clofe vefentment, and their vengeful ite. For thee great llion’s guardian heroes fall, Till heaps of dead alone defend her w all; For thee the foldier bleeds, the matron mourns, And wafteful war in all its fury burns. Ungrateful man ! deferves not this thy care, Our troops to hearten, and our toils to ihare ? Rife, or behold the conqu’ring flames afeend, And all the Phrygian glories at an end. Brother, ’tis juft (reply’d the beauteous youth); Thy free remonftrance proves thy worth and truth : Yet charge my abfencelefs, oh gen’rous chief! On hate to Troy, than confcious fhame and grief : Here, hid from human eyes, thy brother fat. And mourn’d in fecret, his, and llion’s fate. ’Tis now enough : Now glory fpreads her charms, And beauteous Helen calls her chief to arms. Conqueft to-day my happier fword may blefs, ’Tis man’s to fight, but heav’n’s to give fuccefs. But while I arm, contain thy ardent mind ; Or go, and Paris (hall not lag behind. He faid, nor anfww’d Priam’s warlike fon ; When Helen thus with lowly grace begun. Oh gen’rous brother ! if the guilty dame That caus’d thefe woes, deferves a filler’s name ! Wou’d heav’n, ere all thefe dreadful deeds w ere donf, The day, that (bow’d me to the golden fun, HOME R’s IL I A D. TL 43S. 169 i Had feen my death ! Why did not whirlwinds bear !The fatal infant to the fowls of air ? Why funk 1 not beneath the w helming tide, And .nidfl the roarings of the waters dy’d ; Hcav’n fill’d up all my ills, and I accurll Bore all, and Paris of thofe ills the word. Helen at lead a braver fpoufe might claim, Warm’d with fome virtue, fome regard of fame! Now tir’d with toils, thy fainting limbs recline. With toils, fudain’d for Paris’ fake and mine : I' The gods have link’d our mifcrable doom, ! Our prefent woe, and infamy to come : / Wide (hall it fpread, and lad thro’ ages long, I Example fad ! and theme of future fong. The chief reply’d : This time forbids to red : The Trojan bands, by hoftile fury preft, Demand their Hedlor, and his arm require ; The combat urges, and my foul’s on fire. S Urge thou thy knight to march where glory calls, And timely join me, ere I leave the walls. Ere yet I mingle in the direful fray, My wife, my infant, claim a moment’s day; This day (perhaps the lad that fees me here) Demands a parting word, a tender tear : 1 This day, fome god, who hates our Trojan land, I May vanquifh Hedfor by a Grecian hand. He faid, and pafs’d with fad prefaging heart To feek his fpoufe, his foul’s far dearer part: . At home he fought her, but he fought in vain ; ; She, with one maid of all her menial train, f1 Had thence retir’d ; and with her fecond joy, The young Aft^anax, the hope of Troy, 170 H O Iv! E R’s ILIA D. VI. 4fIS. Penfive Hie flood on llion’s tow’ry height, Beheld the w ar, and ficktn’d at the fight: There her fad eyes in vain her lord explore, Or weep the wounds her bleeding country bore. But he w ho found not w hom his foul defir’d, Whofc vhtue charm’d him as her beauty fir’d, Stood in the gates, and alk’d what way fhe bent Her parting flep r If to the fane (he went, Where late the mourning matrons made refort ; Or fought her fillers in the Trojan court ? Not to the court, (reply’d th’ attendant train). Nor mix’d with matrons to Minerva’s fane : To llion’s fleepy tow’r flic bent her way. To mark the fortunes of the doubtful day. Troy fled, fhe heard, before the Grecian fword ; She heard, and trembled for her abfent lord : Hiftru&ed with furprife, Ihe feem’d to fly. Fear on her cheek, and forrow in her eye. The nurfc attended with her infant boy. The young Aftyanax, the hope of Troy. Hedfor, this heard, return’d without delay : Swift thro’ the town he trod his former way, Thro’ ftreets of palaces, and walks of Hate ; And met the mourner at the Scaean gate. With hade to meet him fprung the joyful fair. His blamelefs wife Action’s wealthy heir : (Cilician Thebe great Action fway’d. And Hippoplacus’ wide-extended ihade). The nurfe flood near, in whofe embraces prefl His only hope bung fmiline at her bread, Whom each {oft charm and early grace adorn, Fair as the new-born dar that gilds the roorp. H O M E R’s ILIAD. VL 500. «7 To this lov’d infant Heftor gave the name Scamandrius, from Scamander’s lionour’d dream j Adyanax the Trojans call’d the boy, From his great father, the defence of Troy. Silent the warrior fmii’d, and pleas’d refign’d To tender paffions all his mighty mind : His beauteous princefscad a mournful look, Hung on his hand, and then dejefled fpoke ; Her bofom labour’d with a boding figh, And the big tear flood trembling in her eye. Too daring prince ! ah whither dod thou run ? Ah too forgetful of thy wife and fon ! And t'niek'd thou not how wretched we (hall be, A widow 1, an helplefs orphan he ! For fure fuch courage length of life denies. And thou mud fall, thy virtue’s facrificc, Greece in her fingle heroes drove in vain ; Now hods oppofe thee, and thou mud be (lain ! Oh grant me, Gods ! ere Hedlor meets his doom. All I can afk of heaven, an early tomb ! So flrall my days in one fad tenor run. And end with forrows as they fird begun. No parent now remains my griefs to fhare, No father’s aid, no mother’s tender care. The fierce Achilles wrapt our walls in fire, Laid Thebe wade, and flew my warlike fire ! His fate compaflion in the viftor bred ; Stern as he was, lie yet rever’d the dead. His radiant arras preferv’d from hodile fpoil, And laid him decent on the fun’ral pile ; Then rais’d a mountain where his bones were burn’d The mountain nymphs the rural tomb adorn’d, 171 HOMER’s ILIAD. VI. jji. Jove’s fylvan daughters bade their elms bellow A barren (hade, and in his honour grow. Uy the fame arm my fev’n brave brothers fell; In one fad day beheld the gates of hell : While the fat herds and fnowy flocks they fed, Amid their fields the haplefs heroes bled ! My mother liv’d to bear the victor’s bands. The queen of Hippoplacia’s fylvan lands: Redeem’d too late, flic fcarce beheld again Her pleafing empire and her native plain, When ah ! opprefs’d by life-confuming woe, She fell a vidlim to Diana’s bow. Yet while my Hedlor dill furvives, I fee My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee. Alas! my parents, brothers, kindred, all. Once more will perifh, if my Hedlor fall. Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger fnare : Oh prove a hufband’s and a father’s care! That quarter mod the fkilful Greeks annoy, Where yon wild fig-trees join the wall of Troy : Thou, from this tow’r defend th’ important pod; There Agamemnon points his dreadful hod ; That pafs Tydides, Ajax, drive to gain, And there the vengeful Spartan fires his train. Thrice our bolt] foes the fierce attack have gtv’n, Or led by hopes, or didtated from heav’n. Let others in the field their arms employ, But day, my Heftor, here, and guard his Troy. The chief reply’d ; That pod fball be my care, Nor that alone, but all the works of war. How would thefons of Troy, in arms renown’d, And Troy’s proud dame?, whofe garments fwcep the ground, ll O M E R’s ILIAD. VI. 554. »r3 Attaint the luftre of my former name, Should Heftor bafely quit the field of fame ? My early youth was bred to martial pains, My foul impels me to th’ embattled plains : Let me be foremofl to defend the throne. And guard my father’s glories and my own. Yet eome it will, the day decreed by fates ; (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates ;) The day when thou, imperial Troy ! muft bend, , And fee thy warriors fall, thy glories end. And yet no dire prcfage fo wounds my mind, My mother’s death, the ruin of my kind, Not Priam’s hoary hairs defil’d with gore, Not all my brothers gafping on the fhore; As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; f fee thee trembling, weeping, captive led! In Argive looms our battles to defign, And woes, of which fo large a part was thine ? To bear the viftor’s hard commands, or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia’s fpring. There while you groan beneath the load of life. They cry, Behold the mighty Hc&or’s wife ! Some haughty Greek, who lives thy tears to fee, Embitters all thy woes, by naming me. The thoughts of glory paid, and prefent fhame, A thoufand griefs fhall waken at the name! May I lie cold before that dreadful day, Prcfs’d with a load of monumental clay ! Thy Heflor, wrapt in everlafting fleep, Shall neither hear thee figh, nor fee thee weep. Thus having fpoke; th’ illuflrious chief of Troy Stretch’d his fond arms to clafp the lovely boy. 174 HOMER’s ILIAD. VL jpS. The babe clung crying to his nurfe’s breart, Scar’d at the dazzling helm, and nodding crefl. With fecret pleafure each fond parent fmil’d, And Hector haded to relieve his child, The glitt'ring terrors from his brows unbound. And plac’d the beaming helmet on the ground. Then kifs’d the child, and lifting high in air, Thus to the gods preferr’d a father’s pray’r. O thou, whofe glory fills th’ aethereal throne! And all ye deathlefs pow’rs ! prote£t my fon ! Grant him, like me, to purchafe juft renown, To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown, Againft his country’s foes the war to wage. And rife the Keftor of the future age ! So when, triumphant from fnccelsful toils, Of heroes flain he bears the reeking fpoils, Whole hofts may hail him with deferv’d acclaim, And fay : This chief tranfeends his Father’s fame While, pleas’d amidft the gen’ral ft.outs of Troy, His mother’s confcious heart o’erflows with joy. He fpoke; and fondly gazing on her charms Reftor’d the pleafing burden to her arms ; Soft on her fragrant bread the babe (lie laid, Hufii’d to repofe, and with a fmile furvey’d. The troubled pleafure foon chaftis’d by feai, She mingled with the fmile a tender tear. The foften’d chief with kind companion view’d, And dry’d the falling drops, and thus purfu’d. Andromache ! my foul’s far better part, Why with untimely furrows heaves thy heart i No hoftile hand can antedate my doom, Till fate condemns me to the filent tomb-. HOMER’S ILIAD* VI. 5*8. 17s Fix'd is the term to all the race of earth; And fuch the hard condition of our birth. No force can then refill, no flight can lave, Ail fink alike, the fearful and the brave. No more but ha den to thy talks at home. There guide the fpindle and direfl the loom : Me glory fimmons to the martial Icene, The field of combat is the fphere for men. Where heroes war, the foremoll place I claim, The firlt in danger, as the firfl in fame. Thus having faid, the glorious chief refumes His tow’ry helmet, black with (hading plumes. His princefs parts with a prophetic figh, Unwilling parts, and oft reverts her eye, That ftream’d at ev’ry look : Then, moving flow. Sought her own palace, and indulg’d her woe. There, while her tears deplor’d the godlike man; Through all her train the foft infection ran ; The pious maids their mingled forrows filed, And mourn the living Heiftor, as the dead. But now, no longer deaf to honour’s call, Forth ifliies Paris from the palace wall. In brazen arms, that call a gleamy ray, Swift through the town the warrior bends his way. The wanton courfer thus, with reins unbound, Breaks from his flail, and beats the trembling ground; Pamper’d and proud, he feeks the wonted tides, And laves, in height of blood, his Ihining Tides : His head now freed, he tofles to the Ikies ; His mane difhevel’d o’er his fhoulders flies; Fie fnuffs the females in the diftant plain. And fprings, exulting, to his fields again. 176 HOMER’s ILIAD. VI. Sio. With equal triumph, Iprightly, bold, and gay, In arms refulgent as the god of day, The fon of Priam, glorying in his might, Rufh’d forth with Heitor to the fields of fight. And now the warriors palling on the way, The graceful Paris firft excus’d his flay. To whom the noble Heitor thus reply’d ! O chief 1 in blood, and now in arms ally’d! Thy pow’r in war with juftice none conteft; Known is thy courage, and thy ftrcngth confelt. What pity iloth ihould ieize a foul fo brave, Or godlike Paris live a woman’* Have ! My heart w’eeps blood at what the Trojans fay, And hopes, thy deeds fhall wipe the Itain away. Halte then, in all their glorious labours fhare ; For much they fuffer, for thy lake, in war. Thefe ills lhall ceafe, whene’er, by Jove's decree, We crown the bowl to heav’n and liberty ; While the proud foe his fruftrate triumph mourns. And Greece indignant through her feas returns. THE

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BOOK VII.

THE ARGUMENT. Hie fi-iglc Combat of Heftor and Ajax. THE battle renewing with double ardour upon the return of Hedtor, Minerva is under apprehenfionsfor the Greeks. Apollo feeing her defcend from Olympus, joins her near the Scaean gate. They agree to put off the general engagement for that day, and incite Hcftor to challenge the Greeks to a Angle combat. Nine of the princes accepting the challenge, the lot is caft, and falls upon Ajax. Thefe heroes, after fevera! attacks, are parted by the night. The Tro- jans calling a council, Antenor propofes the delive- ry of Helen to the Greeks; to which Paris will not confent, but offers to reflore them her riches. Priam fends a herald to make this offer, and to demand a truce for burning the dead, the laff of which only is agreed to by Agamemnon. When the funerals are performed, the Greeks, purfuant to the advice of Nefior, ereft a fortification to proteft their fleet and camp, flanked with towers, and defended by a ditch and pallifades. Neptune teflifies his jealoufy at this Vol.V. M ARGUMENT. work, but is pacified by a promife from Jupiter. Both armies pafs the night in feafting ; but Jupiter , difheartens the Trojans with thunder and other figns of his wrath. The three and twentieth day ends with the duel of i Heftor and Ajax: The next day the truce is agreed: _ Another is taken up in the funeral rites of the flain ; and one more in building the fortification before the /hips. So that fbmewhat above three days is em- ployed in this book. The fccne lies wholly in the field.

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C O fpoke the guardian of the Tro-jan ftate. Then ruih’d impetnous through the Scaean gate. Him Paris follow’d to the dire alarms ; Both breathing (laughter, both refolv’d in arms. As when two lailors lab’ring through the main. That long had heav’d the weary oar in vain, Jove bids at length th’ expedted, gales arife ; The gales blow grateful, and the veiTel flies : So welcome thele to Troy’s defiring train ; The bands are cheer’d, the war awakes again. Bold Paris firft the work of death begun On great Meneftheus, Areithous’ (bn : Sprung from the fair Philomeda’s embrace, The pleafing Arne was his native place. Then funk Eionius to the (hades below; Beneath his (leelly cafque he felt the blow Full on his neck, from Hedtor’s weighty hand; And roll’d, with limbs relax’d, along the land. By Glaucus’ fpear the bold Iphionus bleeds, Fix’d in the (houlder as he mounts his deeds; Headlong he tumbles ; his (lack nerves unbound, Drop the cold ufelefs members on the ground. When now Minerva faw her Argives (lain. From vaft Olympus to the gleaming plain Fierce (he defeends : Apollo mark’d her flight. Nor (hot lefs fwift from Ilion’s tow’ry height: Radiant they met beneath the beechen (hade; When thus Apollo to the blue-ey’d maid; M i J.so HOMER’s ILIAD. VII. ip. What caufe, O daughter of almighty Jove ! Thus wings thy progrds from th’ realms above? Once more impetuous doll thou bend thy way, To give to Greece the long-divided day ? Too much has Troy already felt thy hate, Now breathe thy rage, and hufh the Hern debate; This day the bufincfs of the field fufpend ; War loon (hall kindle, and great llion bend ; Since vengeful goddefies confed’rate join To raze her walls, though built by hands divine. To whom the progeny of Jove replies : I left, for this, the council of the Ikies: But who fliall bid conflidHng holls forbear ? What art can calm the furious fons of war ? To her the god : Great Heftor’s foul incite To dare the boldelt Greek to fingle fight, Till Greece, provok’d, from all her numbers fhow A warrior worthy to be Heitor’s foe. At this agreed, the heav’nly poW’rs withdrew ; Sage Hclenus their ftcret coutifels knew : Heitor infpir’d he fought: To him addrefl, Thus told the diitates of his facred bread. 6 fon of Priam ! let thy faithful ear Receive my words ; thy friend and brother hear! Go forth perfuafive, and a while engage The warring nations to fufpend their rage : Then dare the bolded of the hoflile train To mortal combat on the lided plain. For not this day (hall end thy glorious date ; The gids have fpoke it, and the r voice is fate. He faid : The warrior heard the w^rd w ith joy. Then wdth his fpcar redrain’d the youth of Troy, HOMER’s ILIAD. VII. 181 i ; Held by the nidft athwart. On either hand '! 'Die '.qnadrons part; th’ expsding Trojans (land; Great Agamemnon bids the Greeks forbear ; They breathe, and huih the tumult of the war. Th’ Athenian maid, and glorious god of day, With filent joy the fettling bolls furvey : In form of vultures, on the beech’s height They fit conceal’d, and wait the future fight. The thronging troops obfcure the dulky fields. Horrid with bridling fpears, and gleaming Ihields. As when a gen’ral darknefs veils the main, (Soft Zephyr curling the wide wat’ry plain), The waves fcarce heave, the face of ocean deeps. And a dill horror faddens all the deeps : Thus in thick orders fettling wide around. At length compos’d they fit, and flrade the ground ; Great Heftor fird amidft both armies broke The folemn filence, and their pow’rs befpoke. Hear all ye Trojan, all ye Grecian bands. What my foul prompts, and what forne god com- mands. Great Jove, averfe our warfare to compofe, O’erwhelms the nations with new toils and woes ; War with a fierier tide once more returns, . Till Ilion falls, or till yon navy burns. 1 You then, O princes of the Greeks! appear; ’Tis Heitor {peaks, and calls the gods to hear: From all your troops feleit the bolded knight, And him, the bolded, Heitor dares to fight. I Here if I fall, by chance t battle flain. Be his my fpoilj and his thefe arms remair:; M 3 1

jSx homer's iliad. vii. si. But let my body, to my friends return’d, By Trojan hands and Trojan flames be burn’d And if Apollo, in whofe aid I trufl, Shall flretch your daring champion in the dud ; If mine the glory to defpoil the foe ; On Phoebus’ temple I’ll his arms beftow; The breathlefs carcafe to your navy font, Greece on the flrore (hall raife a monument ; Which when fome future mariner furveys, Walh’d by broad Hellefpont’s refounding f«as, Thus fiiall he fay, ‘ A valiant Greek lies there, ‘ By Hedlor flain, the mighty man of war.’ The done lhall tell your vanquifh’d hero’s name, And didant ages learn the vidlor’s fame. This fierce defiance Greece adonifh’d heard, Blufh’d to refufe, and to accept it, fear’d. Stern Menelaus fird the filence broke, And inly groaning, thus opprobrious fpoke. Women of Greece i Oh fcandal of your race, Whofe coward fouls your manly form difgrace. How great the fliame, when ev’ry age lhall know That not a Grecian met this noble foe ! Go then! refolveto earth, from whence ye grew, A beartlefs, fpiritlefs, inglorious crew ! Be what ye feem, unanimated elay ! Myfelf will dare the danger of the day. ’Tis man’s bold talk the gen’rous drife to try, Bnt in the bands of God is viftory. Thefe words fcarce fpoke, with gen’rous ardour preft, His manly limbs in azure arms he dred : That day, Atrides! a fuperior hand Had dietch’d thee breathlefs on the Bodile drand ; HOMER’s ILIAD. VII. uj. iS3 But all at once, thy fury to compofe, The kings of Greece, an awful band, arofe : Ev’n he their chief, great Agamemnon, prefs’d Thy daring hand, and this advice addrefs’d. Whither, O Menelaus ! wouldft thou run, And tempt a fate, which prudence bids thee (hun ? Giiev’d tho' thou art, forbear the ralh defign; Great Heftor’s arm is mightier far than thine. Ev’n fierce Achilles learn’d its force to fear, And trembling met this dreadful fon of war. Sit thou lecure amidft thy focial band ; Greece in our caufe (hall arm fome pow’rful hand. The mightieft warrior of th’ Achaian name, Tho’ bold, and burning with defire of fame, Content, the doubtful honour might forego, So great the danger, and fo brave the foe. He faid, and turn’d his brother’s vengeful mind; He Hoop’d to reafon, and his rage refign’d, No longer bent to ru(h on certain harms; His joyful friends unbrace his azure arms. He, from whole lips divine perfuafion flows, Grave Neiior, then, in graceful aft arofe. Thus to the kings he fpoke. What grief, what fhame h Attend on Greece, and all the Grecian name? How fhall, alas! her hoary heroes mourn 1 Their fons degen’rate, and their race a fcorn ? What tears fhail d wn thy filver beard be roll’d, Oh Peleus, old in arms, in wifdom old ! Once with what joy the gen’rous prince would hear i Of ev’ry chief who fought this glorious war, Participate their fame, and pleas’d inquire Each name, each aftion, and each hero’s fire 1 M4 HOMER’s ILIAD. VII. ijs, Gods! (hould he fee our warriors trembling (land. And trembling all before one hollile hand; How would he lilt his aged arms on high, Lament inglorious Greece, and beg to die ! Oh ! vculd to all th’ immortal pow’rs above, Minerva, Phoebus, and almighty Jove ! Years might again roll bmK my youth renew. And give this arm thefpring which once it knew When fierce in war, where Jardan’s water, ..ill 1 led my troops to Phaea's trembling w: , And with th’ Arcadian fpears my ptowefs try'd. Where Celadon rolls down his rapid tide. There Ereuthalion brav’d us in the field. Proud Areithous’ dreadful arms to wield ; Great Areithous, known from Ihore to Ihore, By the huge, knotted, iron mace he bore ; No lance he (hook, nor bent the twanging bow. But broke with this the battle of the foe. Him not by manly force Lycurgus flew, Whofe guileful jav’lin from the thicket flew, Deep in a winding way his breaft affail’d, Nor aught the warrior's thund’ring mace avail’d Supine he fell : Thofe arms which Mars before Had giv’n the vanquifh’d, now the viftor bore: But when old age had dimm’d Lycurgus’ eyes, To Ereuthalion he confign’d the prize. Furious with this, he crufh’d our levell’d bands, And dar’d the trial of the flrongeft hands; Nor could the ftrongeft hands his fury (lay ; All faw, and fear’d his huge tempeftuous fway. Till I, the youngeft of the hod, appear’d, And, youngeft, met whom all our army fear’d. HOMER'S ILIAD. VII. 187. i8j T I fought the chief : My arms Minerva crown’d : Prone fell the giant o’er a length of ground. What then he was, oh were your Neftor now ! Not Uecloi’s felf thould want an equai foe. But warriors, you, that youthful vigour boaft. The flsiw’r of Greece, th’ examples of our hoft, Sprung trom fuch fathers, who Inch numbers fway, * Can you ttand trembling, and deiert the day ? His warm reproots the lift’ning kings inflame ; And nine, the boldeft of the Grecian name, Up-Itarted fierce : But far before the reft The king of men advanc’d his dauntlefs breaft : Then bold Tydides, great in arms, appear’d ; And next his bulk gigantic Ajax rear’d : Oileus follow’d ; Idomen was there. And Merion, dreadful, as the god of war : With thefe Eurypylus and Thoas Hand, And wife Ulyfles clos’d the daring band. All thefe, alike infpir’d with noble rage, Demand the fight. To whom the Pylian fage : Left thirft of glory your brave fouls divide. What chiefs lhall combat, let the lots decide. Whom heav’n (hall chufe, be his the chance to raife i His country’s fame, his own immortal praife. The lots produc’d, each hero figns his own ; Then in the gen’ral’s helm the fates are thrown. The people pray, with lifted eyes and hands: And vows like thefe afcend from all the bands. •Grant, thou Almighty ! in whole hand is fate, , A worthy champion for the Grecian ftate. This talk let Ajax or Tydides prove, Or he, the king of kings, belov’d by Jove. i36 HOMER’s ILIAD. VII. 119. Old Neftor (hook the cafque. By heav’n infpir’d, I.ejp’d forth the lot, of ev’ry Greek defir’d. This from the right to left the herald bears, Held out in order to the Grecian peers: Eacli to his rival yields the mark unknown. Till godlike Ajax finds the lot his own; Surveys th’ infcription with rejoicing eyes, Then cads before him, and with tranfport cries : Warriors! I claim the lot, and arm with joy; Be mine the conquefl of this chief of Troy. Now, while my blighted arms my limbs inved, To Saturn’s fon be all your vows addrcd : But pray in fecret, led the foes fhould hear. And deem your pray’rs the mean effeft of fear, Said 1 in fecret ? No, your vows declare, In fuch a voice as fills the earth and air. Lives there a chief whom Ajax ought to dread, Ajax, in ail the toils of battle bred ? From warlike Salamis I drew my birth, And born to combats, fear no force on earth. He faid. The troops, with elevated eyes. Implore the god wbofe thunder rends the ikies. O father of mankind, fuperior lord ! On lofty Ida’s holy hill ador’d ; Who in the highed heav’n has fix’d thy throne, Supreme of gods! unbounded, and alone : Grant thou, that Telamon may bear away The praife and conqued of this doubtful day ; Or if iliudrious Hector be thy care, That both may claim it, and that both may lhare. Now Ajax brac’d his dazzling armour on ; Sheath’d in bright fteel the giant-warrior (hone : KOMER’s ILIAD. VIL iji. jS? He moves to combat with majeftic pace ; So ftalks in arms the grifly god of Thrace, When Jove to punHh faithlefs men prepares, And gives whole nations to the wafte of wars. Thus march’d the chief, tremendous as a god ; Grimly he fmil’d; earth trembled as he ftrode : His mafly jav’lin quiv’ring in his hand, He (food, the bulwark of the Grecian band. Thro’ ev’ry Argive heart new tranfport ran ; All Troy ttood trembling at the mighty man. Ev’n He£tor paus’d ; and with new doubt oppre(f3 Felt his great heart fufpended in his bread : ’Twas vain to feek retreat, and vain to fear; Himfelf had challeng’d, and the foe drew near. Stern Telamon behind his ample fhitld, As from a brazen tow’r, o’erlook’d the field. Huge was its orb, with fev’n thick folds o’ercaft. Of tough bull-hides ; of folid brafs the lad. (The work of Tychius, who in Hyle dwell’d. And in all arts of armoury excell’d). This Ajax bore before his manly bread. And threaf’ning, thus his adverfe chief addred. He£for, approach my arm, and fingly know What drength thou had, and what the Grecian foe. Achilles (huns the fight ; yet Come there are, Not void of foul, and not unlkill’d in war: Let him, unadtive, on the fea-beat (hore, Indulge his wrath, and aid our arms no more ; Whole troops of heroes Greece has yet to boad. And fends thee one, a fample of her hod. Such as I am, I come to prove thy might ; No more-—he hidden, and begin the fignt. i3S HOME R.’s ILIAD. VII. i8j O fon of Telamon, thy country’s pride! (To Ajax thus the Trojan prince repiy'd), Me, as a boy or woman, would!! thcu fright. New to the field, and trembling at the fight ? Thou meet’ll a chief dcierving of thy arms, To combat born, and bred amidll alarms : I know to Ihift my ground, remount the car. Turn, charge, ana anfwer ev’ry call of war ; To right, to left, the dext’rous lance I wield. And bear thick battle on my founding fliield. But open be our fight, an.1 bold eac; blow ; I fleal no ccnquell from a noble foe. He faid, and rifing, high above the field Whirl’d the long lance againfl thefev’nfold fhield. Full on the brafs defeending from above, Thro’ fix bull-hides the furious weapon drove, Till in the feventh it fix’d Then Ajax threw ; Thro’ Htftor’s fhield the forceful jav’lin flew, His corfelet enters and his garment rends, And glancing downwards near his flank defeends. The wary Trojan (brinks, and bending low Beneath his buckler, difapfJoints the blow. From their bor’d fhields the chiefs their jav’lins drew Then clofe impetuous, and the charge renew : Fierce as the mountain lions bath’d in blood, Or foaming boars, the terror of the wood. At Ajax Heflor his long lance extends; The blunted point againft the buckler bends : But Ajax watchful as his foe drew near. Drove thro’ the Trojan targe the knotty fpear; It reach’d his neck, with matchlefs (Length impell’d Spouts the black gore, and dims his (hining thield* HOMER’s ILIAD. VII. 316. J8p Yet ceas’d not Heftor thus ; but, Hooping down, In his ftrong hand up heav’d a flinty Hone, Black, craggy, va(t: To this his force he bends; Lull on the brazen bofs the ftone defeends ; The hollow brafs refounded with the (hock. Then Ajaxfciz’d the fragment of a rock, Apply’d each nerve, and Twinging round on high, With force tempeftuous let the ruin fly : The huge Hone thund’ring thro’ his buckler broke 5. His (lucken’d knees receiv'd the numbing ftroke ; Great Heifor falls extended on the field, His bulk fupporting on the (batter’d fhield : Nor wanted heav’nly aid; Apollo’s might Confirm’d his finews, and reftor’d to fight. And now both heroes their broad fauleions drew ; In flaming circles round their heads they flew ; But then by heralds voice the word was giv’n. The facred minifters of earth and heav’n ; Divine Talthybius whom the Greeks employ, And fage Idaeus on the part of Troy, Between the fwords their peaceful feepters rear’d; And firft Idaeus’ awful voice was heard. Forbear, my fons! your farther force to prove, Both dear to men, and both belov’d of Jove. To either hoft your matchlefs worth is known, Each founds your praife, and war is all your own But now the night extends her awful (hade; The goddefs parts you : Be the night obey’d. To whom great Ajax his high foul exprefs’d. O fage ! to Heftor be thefe words addrefs’d. Let him, who firft provok’d our chiefs to fight. Let hint demand the fandlion of the night; ipo H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. VII. 347. If firft he afk it, I content obey, And ceafe the ftrife when Heftor (hows the way. Oh firll of Greeks! (his noble foe rejoin’d), Whom heav’n adorns, fuperior to thy kind, r With ftrength of body, and with worth of mind! Now martial law commands us to forbear; Hereafter we (hall meet in glorious war. Some future day (hall lengthen out the ftrife. And let the gods decide of death or life ! Since then the night extends her gloomy (hade. And heav’n enjoins it, be the night obey’d. Return brave. Ajax, to thy Grecian friends. And joy the nations whom thy arm defends; As I (hall glad each chief, and Trojan wife, Who wearies heav’n with vows for Heftor’s life. But let us on this memorable day, Exchange feme gift ; that Greece and Troy may fay, ‘ Not hate, but glory made thefe chiefs contend; ‘ And each brave foe was in his foul a friend.’ With that, a fword with flats of filver grac’d. The baldric fludded, and the (heath enchas’d, He gave the Greek. The gen’rous Greek beftow’d A radiant belt that rich with purple glow’d. Then with majeftic grace they quit the plain ; This feeks the Grecian, that the Phrygian train. The Trojan bands, returning Heflor wait, And hail with joy the champion of their ftate ; Efcap’d great Ajax, they furvey’d him round, Alive, unharm’d, and vig’rous from his wound, To Troy’s high gates the godlike man they bear, Their prefent triumph, as their late defpair. KOMER’s ILIAD. VII. 379. 191 But Ajax, glorying in his hardy deed, The well-arm’d Greeks to Agamemnon ied. A freer for facrifice the king defign’d, Of full five years, and of the nobler kind. The viftim falls ; they flrip the fmoking hide, The beaft they quarter and the joints divide; Then fpread the tables, the repaft prepare. Each takes his feat, and each receives his (hare. The king himfelf (an honorary lign) Before great Ajax plac’d the mighty chine. When now the rage of hunger was remov’d ; Neftor, in each perfuafive art approv’d. The fage whofe counfels long had fway’d the reft, In words like thefe his prudent thoughts expreft. How dear, O kings ! this fatal day has coft ? What Greeks are perilh’d! what a people loft ! What tides of blood have drench’d Scamander’s (bore! What crowds of heroes funk, to rife no more! Then hear me, chief! nor let the morrow’s light Awake thy fquadrons to new toils of fight: Some fpace at lead permit the war to breathe. While we to flames our flaughter’d friends bequeathe. From the red field their fcatter’d bodies bear, And nigh the fleet a fun’ral ftrufture rear ; So decent urns their fnowy bones may keep, And pious children o’er their afhes weep. Here, where on one promifcuous pile they blaz’d, High o’er them all a gen’ral tomb be rais’d; Next, to fecure our camp, and naval pow’rs, Raife an embattled wall with lofty tow’rs; From fpace to fpace be ample gates around, For paffing chariots, and a trench profound. HOME R’s ILIAD. VII. 41a. So Greece to combat (hall in fafety go, Nor fear the fierce incurfions of the foe. ’Twas thus the fage his wholefome counf'el mov’d i The fceptcr’d kings of Greece his words approv’d^ Meanwhile, conven’d at Priam’s palace-gate, The Trojan peers in nightly council fat: A fenate void of order as of choice; Their hearts were fearful, and confus’d their voice. Antenor rifing, thus demands their ear : Ye Trojans, Dardans, and austiiiars, hear ! ’Tis heav’n the counfel of my breaft infpires, And 1 hut move what ev’ry god requires: Let Sparta’s treafures be this hour rellor’d, And Argive Helen own her ancient lord. The ties of faith, the fworn alliance broke. Our impious battles the juft Gods provoke. As this advice ye praftice, or rejeff, So hope fuccefs, or dread the dire effect. The fenior fpoke, and fat. To whom reply’d The graceful hulbandof the Spartan bride. Cold counfels, Trojan, may become thy years, But found ungrateful in a warrior’s ears : Old man, if void of fallacy or art, Thy words exprefs the piirpofe of thy heart, Thou, in thy time, more found advice haft giv’n; But wifdom has its date, affign’d by heav’n. Then hear me, princes of the i'rojan name! Their treafitres I’ll reftore, but not the dame; My treafurcs too, for peace 1 will refign ; Hut be this bright poircffion ever mine. ’Twas then, the growing difeord to compofe, Slow from his feat the rev’rend Priam rofe: H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. VIE 441. 192 His godlike afpedt deep attention drew : He paus’d, and thefe pacific words enfue. Yt Trojans, Dardans, and auxiliar bands ! No.’ fake refrelhment, as the hour demands; Guard well the walls, relieve the watch of night, Till the new fun reftore the chearful light: Then (hall our herald to th’ Atrides fent, Before their lliips proclaim my Ton’s intent. Next let a truce be afk’d, that Troy may burn Her flaughter'd heroes, and their bones inurn ; That done, once more the fate of wars be try’d, And whole the conqueft, mighty Jove, decide ! The monarch fpoke: The warriors fnatch’d with hade (Each at his poft in arms) a fhort repaft. Soon as the roly morn had wak’d the day, To the blade drips Idaeus bent his way ; There, to the Ions of Mars, in council found, He rais’d his voice : the hod ftood lid’ning round. Ye Tons of Atreus, and ye Greeks, give ear! The words of Troy, and Troy’s great monarch hear. Pleas’d may ye hear (fo heav’n iucceed my pray’rs) What Paris, author of the war, declares. The fpoils and treafures he to llion bore, (Oh had he perilh’d ere they touch’d our ihorc). He proffers injur’d GrCcce; with large increafc Of added Trojan wealth, to buy the peace. But to reflore the beauteous bride again, This Greece demands, and Troy requells in vain»j Next, O ye chiefs ! we afk a truce to burn Our flaughter’d heroes, and their bones inurn. Voju V. N *54 HOME R’s ILIA D. VII. 47*. That done, once more the fate of war be try’d. And whofe the conqueft, mighty Jove, decide ! The Greeks gave ear, but none the (Hence broke:; At length Tydides rofe, and rifing fpoke. Oh, take not, friends! defrauded of your fame, Their proffer’d wealth, nor ev’n the Spartan dame. Let conquert make them ours : Fate (hakes their wall. And Troy already totters to her fall. Th’ admiring chiefs, and all the Grecian name. With gen’ral (houts return’d him loud acclaim. Then thus the king of kings rejefts the peace ; Herald! in him thou bear’d the voice of Greece. For what remains; let fun’ral flames be fed With heroes corpfe: I war not with the dead : Go fearch your (laughter’d chiefs on yonder plain. And gratify the manes of the (lain. Be witnefs, Jove, whofe thunder rolls on high ! He faid, and rear’d his feeptre to the (ky. To facred Troy, where all her princes lay To wait th’ event, the herald bent his way. He came, and danding in the midfl, explain’d The peace rejeided, but the truce obtain’d. Straight to their fev’ral cares the Trojans move, Some fearch the plains, Lome fell the founding grove: "Nor lefs the Greeks, defeending on the (hore, Hew’d the green foreds, and the bodies bore. And now from forth the chambers of the main, To died his facred light on earth again, Arofe the golden chariot of the day, And tipt the mountains with a purple ray. In mingled throngs the Greek and Trojan train Thro’ heaps of carnage fearch’d the mournful plain.- H O M E R’s ILIA D. VII. 504. 19s 'scarce could the fiiend his llaughter’d friend explore. With duft dilhonour’d, and deform’d with gore. The wounds they walh’d, their pious tears they fhed, And, laid along their cars, deplor’d the dead. Sage Priam check’d their grief : With filent hafte The bodies decent on the piles were plac’d; With melting hearts their cold remains they turn’d; And fadly flow, to facred Troy return’d. Nor lefs the Greeks their pious forrows (lied, And decent on the.pile difpofe the dead ; The cold remains confume with equal care ; And flowly, fadly, to their fleet repair. Now, ere the morn had ftreak’d with red’ning light The-doubtful confines of the day and night; About the dying flames the Greeks appear’d. And round the pile a gen’ral tomb they rear’d. Then to fecure the camp and naval pow’rs, They rais’d embattled walls with lofty tow’rs : From fpace to fpace were ample gates around. For palling chariots ; and a trench profound. Of large extent; and deep in earth, below'. Strong piles infix’d flood adverfe to the foe. So toil’d the Greeks : Meanwhile the Gods above In (Inning circle round their father Jove, Amaz’d, beheld the wondrous works of man : Then he, whofe trident (hakes the earth, began. What mortals henceforth (hall our pow’r adore, Our fanes frequent, our oracles implore, If the proud Grecian thus fuccefsful toads Their rifing bulwarks on the fea-beat coafl ? See the long walls extending to the main, No god confulted, and no viflim (lain ! N * ipif HOME ft's ILIAD. VII. j35. Their fame (hall fill the world’s remote!! ends, Wide as the morn her golden beam extends. While old Laomedon’s divine abodes, Thofe radiant ftrudtures rais’d by lab’ring gods, Shall, raz’d and loll, in long oblivion deep. Thus fpoke the hoary monarch of the deep. Th’ Almighty thund’rer with a frown replies, That clouds, the world, and blackens half the Ikies. Strong God of Ocean ! thou, whole rage can maks The folid earth’s eternal balls lhake ! What caule of fear from mortal works could move The meaneft fubjeft of our realms above ? Where-e’er the fun’s refulgent rays are call, Thy pow’r is honour’d, and thy fame (hall lalt. But yon proud work no future age lhall view. No trace remain where once the glory grew. The Tapp’d foundations by thy force (hall fall, And, whelm’d beneath thy waves, drop the huge wall Vail drifts of land ihall change the former Ihore; The ruin vanilh’d, and the name no more. Thus they in heaven : while, o’er the Grecian train The rolling fun defcending to the main Beheld the finilh’d work. Their bulls they flew; Black from the tents the fav’ry vapours flew. And now the fleet, arriv’d from Lemnos’ Brands, With Bacchus’ bldlings cheer’d the gen’rous bands. Of fragrant wine the rich Eunaeus lent A thoufand meafures to the royal tent; (Eunaeus, whom Hypfipyle of yore To Jafon, Ihepherd of his people, bore.) The reft they purchas’d at their proper coil, And well the plenteous freight fupply’d the holt: ! H o M E R 3 ILIAD. VII. S6S. ip? 'Each, in exchange, proportion’d treafures gave : Some brafs or iron ; fome an ox, or Have. All night they feaft, the Greek and Trojan pow’rs ; Thofe on the fields, and thefe vvithib their tow'rs. But Jove averfe the figns of wrath difplay’d. And (hot red lightnings through the gloomy (hade : Humbled they flood: pale horror fiez’d on all, While the deep thunder (hook th’ aerial hall. Each pour’d to Jove, before the bowl was crown’d; And large libations drench’d the thirfty ground : Then late, ref'refh’d with deep from toils of fight. Enjoy’d the balmy bleflings of ihe night.

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BOOK VIII.

THE A R G U M E N T. The fecoiidiattlc, and the d:ftrefs of the Greeks. Jupiter ailcmbles a council of the deities, and threatens- them with the pains of Tartarus, if they affifl either fide : Minerva oniy obtains of him that (he may di~ reft the Greeks by her counfels.. I he armies join battle : Jupiter on mount Ida weighs in his balance the fates ot both, and afhights the Greeks with his thunders and lightnings. Neflor alone continues in the field in great danger. Diomed relieves him ; whofe exploits, and thofe of Heftor, are excellently deferibed. Juno endeavours to aniipate Neptune to the afliftance of the Greeks, but in vain. The afts of Teucer, who is at length wounded by Hec- tor, and carried off. Juno and Minerva prepare to aid the Greeks, but are reflrained by Iris, fent from Jupiter. The night puts an end to the battle. Hec- tor continues in the field, (the Greeks being driven %C their fortification before the (hips), and gives or*- N 4.. xoo THE ARGUMENT. ders to keep the watch all night in the camp, to pre- vent the enemy from reimbarking and efcaping by flight. They kindle fires through all the field, and pafs the night under arms. The time of feven and twenty days is employed from the opening of the poem to the end of this book. The Icene here (except of the celeftial machines) lies in the field toward the fea (here. BOOK VIII,

A UrorA now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rofy light the dewy lawn; When Jove conven’d the fenate of the Ikies, Where high Olympus’ cloudy tops arife. The fire of Gods his awful filence broke; The heav’ns attentive trembled as he fpoke. Celeftial Hates, immortal Gods ! give ear. Hear our decree, and rev’rence what ye hear ; The fix’d decree which not all heav’n can move ; Thou, Fate ! fulfil it; and ye pow’rs ! approve ! What god but enters yon forbidden field, Who yields affiftance, or but wills to yield ; Back to the (kies with fhame he (hall be driv’n, Galh’d with diihoneft wounds, the (corn of heav’n : Or far, oh far, from deep Olympus thrown, Low in the dark Tartarean gulf lhall groan, With burning chains fix’d to the brazen floors. And lock’d by hell’s inexorable doors ; As deep beneath th’ infernal centre hurl’d. As from that centre to th’ aetherxal world. Let him who tempts me, dread thofe dire abodes; And know, th’ Almighty is the God of Gods. League all your forces then, ye pow’rs above. Join all, and try th’ omnipotence of Jove : Let down our golden everlafting chain, Whofe ftrong embrace holds heav’n and earth, and main : 3oZ H O M E R's ILIAD. VIII. xr- Strive all, of mortal and immortal birth. To drag, by t’i^5, the I hund’rer down to earth : Ye drive in vain ! If 1 but Itretch this hand, 1 heave the gods, the ocean, and the land; I fix the chain to great Olympus' height, And the va.lt world hangs trembling in my fight ! For fuch I reign, unbounded and above; And fuch are men, and godsr compar’d to Jove. Th’ Almighty fpoke, nor durlt the pow’rs reply, A rcv’rend horror filenc'd all the Iky; Trembling they flood before their fov’reign’s look; At length his heft belov’d, the pow ’r of wifdom, fpoke. Oh firlt and grcatell, God! by Gods ador’d! We own thy might, our laiher and our lord ? liut ah! permit to pity human date ;. If not to help, at lead lament their fate. From fields forbidden we lubmifs refrain, With arms unaiding mourn our Argives fiain : Yet grant my counfels dill their bread may move, Or all mud perilh in the wrath of Jove, The cloud-compelling god her fuit approv’d, And fmil’d fuperior on his bed belov’d. Then call’d his courfers, and his chariot took ; The dedfad firmament beneath them Pnook.: Rapt by th’ aetherial deeds the chariot roil'd ; Erafs.-were their hoofs, their curling manes of gold. Of heav’n’s undrody gold the god’s array, Refulgent, fiafh’d intolerable day. High on the throne he fhines : His courfers fly Between th’ extended earth and darry Iky. But when to Ida’s topmod height he came, (Fair nurfe of fountains and of favage game),. H O M E R’s I L 1 A D. VIIF. S0- »o3 Where o’er her pointed fummits, proudly rais’d, His fane breath’d odours, and his altar blaz’d : There, from his radiant car, the facred fire Of gods and men, releas’d the (feeds of fire : Blue ambient miffs th’ immortal deeds embrac’d ; High on the cloudy point his feat he plac’d ; Thence his broad eye the fubject world fiirveys, The town, and tents, and navigable leas. Now had the Grecians fnatch’d a fnort repaff. And buckled on their fhining arms with hafte.- Troy rous’d as Boon ; for on this dreadful day The fate of fathers, wives, and infants lay. The gates unfolding pour forth all their train ; Squadrons on fquadrons cloud the dufky plain : Men, (feeds, and chariots, ihake the trembling ground; The tumult thickens, and the fkies refound. And now with (hoots the (flocking armies clos’d, To lances lances, fhields to thields oppos’d : Hoff again(1 hoft with (hadowy legions drew; The founding darts in iron tempeffs flew : Viflors and vanquifh’d join promifcuous cries ; Triumphant {hoots and dying groans arife:: "With, dreaming blood the flipp’ry fields are dy’d, And flaughter’d heroes fwell the dreadful tide. Long as the morning-beams increafing bright. O’er heav’n’s clear azure fpread the facred light; Commutual death the fate of w'ar confounds ; Each adverfe battle gor’d with equal wmunds. But when the fun the height of heav’n afeends,, The fire of gods his golden feales fufpends, With equal hand ; in thefe explor’d the fate Of Greece and Troy, and pois’d the mighty weight. SQ4 H 0 M E R’s ILIA D. VIII. pt. Prefs’d with its load, the Grecian balance lies Low funk on earth ; the Trojan ftrikes the fides. Then Jove from Ida’s top his horrors fpreads; The clouds burft dreadful o’er the Grecian heads; Thick lightnings fiafh ; the mutt’ring thunder rolls Their {Length he withers, and unmans their fouls. Before his wrath the trembling hods retire ; The god in terrors, and the Ikies on fire. Nor great Idomeneus that fight could bear, Nor each ftern Ajax, thuncterbolts of war : Nor he, the king of men, th’ alarm fuftain’d ; Nedor alone amidd the dorm remain’d. Unwilling he remain’d, for Paris’ dart Had pierc’d his courier in a mortal part; Fix’d in the forehead, where the fpringing mane Curl’d o’er the brow ; it dung him to the brain: Mad with his anguilh, he begins to rear, Paw with his hoofs aloft, and lalh the air. Scarce had his faulchion cut the reins, and freed Th’ incumber’d chariot from the dying deed, When dreadful Heftor, thund’ring through the war Pour’d to the tumult on his whirling car. That day had dretch’d beneath his matchlefs hand The hoary monarch of the Pylian band, But Diomed beheld ; from forth the croud He rulh’d, and on Ulydes call’d aloud. Whither, oh whither does Ulyffes run ? Oh flight unworthy great Laertes’ fon ! Mix’d with the vulgar (hall thy fate be found, Pierc’d in the back, a vile, diflioned wound ? Oh turn, and fave from Heftor’s direful rage The glory of the Greeks, the Pylian fage. HOMERs ILIAD. VIII. uj, »os. His fruitlefs words are loft unheard in air; Ulyfles leeks the Iliips, and fltelters there. But bold Tydides to the refcue goes, A Angle warrior ’midft a hoft of foes 5 Before the courfers with a fiidden fpring He leapt, and anxious thus befpoke the king. Great perils, father ! wait th’unequal fight; Theft younger champions will opprefs thy might.. Thy veins no more with antier.t vigour glow ; Weak is thy iervant, and thy couriers flow. Then haite, attend my teat, and from the car Obftrve the deeds of Tros, renown’d in war, Practis’d alike to turn, to flop, to chace, To dare the fight, or urge the rapid race: 't heft late obey’d ./Eneas’ guiding rein ; Leave thou thy chariot to our faithful train : With theft againft yon Trojans will we go, Nor Ihall great Heitor waut an equal foe ; Pierce as he is, ev’n he may learn to fear The thirfty fury of my flying Ipear. Thus laid the chief ; and Neftor, lltili’d in war. Approves his counfel, and afeends the car : The fteeds he left, their trufty ftrvants hold, Eurymedon, and Sthenelus the bold. The rev’rend charioteer direfts the courfe, And ftrains his aged arm to lafh the borft. Heitor they face; unknowing how to fear, Fierce he drove done ; Tydides whirl’d his Ipear. The fpear with erring bafte miftook its way, But plung’d in Eniopeus’ bofom lay. His op’ning hand in death forfakes the rein : The fteeds fly back : He falls, and fpurns the plain-. ■zo6 HOME R’s ILIA D. VIII. ijs- ■Great Heftor forrows for his fervant kill’d, Yet unreveng’d permits to prcfs the field; Till, to fupply his place, and rule the car, 'Role Archeptolemus, the fierce in war. And now had death and horror cover’d all ; Like tim’rous flocks the Trojans in their wall Inclos’d had bled : But Jove with awful found Roll’d the big thunder o’er the vail profound : Full in Tydides’ face the lightning flew ; The ground before him flam’d with fulphur blue; The quiv’ring Heeds fell proflrate at the fight; And Neflor’s trembling hand confefs’d his fright ; He dropt the reins ; and Ihook with facred dread. Thus, turning, warn’d th’ intrepid Diomed. O chief! too daring in thy friend’s defence, Retire, advis’d, and urge the chariot hence. This day, averfe, the fov’reign of the Ikies Aflifls great Hcftor, and our palm denies. Some other fun may fee the happier hour. When Greece (hall conquer by his heav’nly pow'r. ’ Fis not in man this fix’d decree to move : The great will glory to fubroit to Jove. O rev’rend prince ! (Tydides thus replies). Thy years are awful, and thy words are wife. 6nt ah, what grief! Ihould haughty Heflor boad, I fled inglorious to the guarded coaft. Before that dire difgrace (hall blafl my fame, O’erwhelm me, earth ! and hide a warrior’s fhame. To whom Gerenian Neftor thus reply’d : Gods ! can thy courage fear the Phrygian’s pride ? II 0 M E R’s ILIA D. VIII. 185. 407 Heftor may vaunt, but who Ihali heed the boaft ? ^ Not tbofe who felt thy arm, the Dardan liolt, C Nor Troy, yet bleeding in her heroes loft; j Not ev’a a Phrygian dan e, vho dreads the fword That laid in dull Iter lov’d, lamented lord. He faid, and hafty o’er the gafping throng Drives.the iwift (feeds; the chariot ("mokes along. The (bouts of Trojans thicken in the wind ; The (form of hiding jav’lins pours behind. Then with a voice that (hakes the (olid (kies, Pleas’d HesStor braves the warrior as he flies. Go, mighty hero ! grac’d above the reft In feats of council, and the fumptuous feaft : Now hope no more thefe honours from thy train.; Go, Icfs than woman, in the form of man ! To fede our walls, to wrap our tow’rs in flames. To lead in exile the fair Phrygian dames. Thy once proud hopes, prefumptuous prince ! are fled; This arm (hall reach thy heart, and ftrefch thee dead. Now fears difl'uade him, and now hopes invite To ftop his courfers, and to ftand the fight; Thrice turn’d the chief, and thrice imperial Jove, On Ida’s fummits, thunder’d from above. Great Heffor heard ; he faw the flafhing light, (The fign of conqueft), and thus urg’d the fight. Hear, ev’ry Trojan, Lycian, Dardan band. All fam-’d in war, and dreadful hand to hand. Be mindful of the wreathes your arms have won, Your great forefathers glories, and your own. Heard ye the voice of Jove ? Succefs and fame Awak on Troy; on Greece eternal flume. io8 HOME R’s ILIA D. VIII. ncf. In vain they fkulk behind their hoafted wall, Weak bulwarks ! deftin’d by this arm to fall. High o’er their flighted trench our Heeds lhall bound,. And paf> victorious o’er the leveii’d mound. Soon as before yon hollow (hips we Hand, Eight each with flames, and tofs the blazing brand ; Till their proud navy, wrapt in fmoke and fires. All Greece, incompafs’d, in one blaze expires. Furious he faid; then bending o’er the yoke. Encourag’d his proud fteeds, while thus hefpokc. Now Xanthus, vEthon, Lampus! urge the chace. And thou, Podargu.- ! prove thy gen’rous race : Be fleet, be fearlefs, this important day, And ail your matter's well fpent cares repay. For this, high-fed in plenteous flails ye Hand, Serv’d with pure wheat, and by a prince’s hand; For this my fpoufe, of great Action’s line, So oft has fleep’d the flrength’ning grain in wine. Now fwift pnrfue ; now thunder uncontroll’d ; Give me to feize rich Nettor's fnicld of gold ; From Tydeus’ fhoulders flrip the colily load, Vulcanian arms, the labour of a god : Thefe if we gain, then vidtory, ye pow’rs 1 This night, this glorious night, the fleet is ours. That heard, deep anguilh flung Saturnia’s foul; She fhook her throne, that Ihook the flarry pole : And thus to Neptune : Thou, whole force can make The ftedfafl earth from her foundations (hake, Seeft thou the Greeks by fates unjuft opprefl. Nor fwtlls thy heart in that immortal bre^ft ! Yet -ffigae, Hclice, thy pow’r obey, And gifts unccafing on thine altars lay. HOMER’s ILIAD. VIII. 249. 209 Wonlcl all the deities of Greece combine, In vain the.gloomy Thund’rer might repine : Sole fhould he fit, with fcarce a god to friend. And fee his Trojans to the Ihades defcend : Such be the fcene from his Idaean bow’r ; Tlngrateful profpeft to the fullen pow’r ! Neptune with wrath rejefts the ralh defign : What rage, what madnefs, furious queen i is thine? I war not with the Higheft. All above Submit and tremble at the hand of Jove. Now godlike Hector, to whofe matchlefs might Jove gave the glory of the deftin’d fight, Squadrons on fquadrons drives, and fills the fields With clofe-rang’d chariots, and with thicken’d Ihields* Where the deep trench in length extended lay Compared troops (land wedg’d in firm array. A dreadful front! they (hake the brands, and threat With long-deftroying flames the hoftife fleet. The king of men, by Juno’s felf infpir’d. Toil’d through the tents, and all his army fir’d. 'Swift as he mov’d, he lifted in his hand His purple robe, bright enfign of command.’ High on the midmofl: bark the king appear’d; There, from Ulyfles’ deck his voice was heard. To Ajax and Achilles reach’d the found, Whofe diftant (hips the guarded navy bound. Oh Argives! fliame of human race, he cry’d; (The hollow vefiels to his voice reply’d) ; Where now are all your glorious boafts of yore, Your hafly triumphs on the Lemnian Ihore ? Each fearlefs hero dares an hundred foes. While the feaft lads, and while the goblet'flows { Vol, V. O 10 HO M E'R'i ILIA D. VIII. j8o. But who to meet one martial man is found. When the fight rages, and the flames iurround ? O mighty Jove ! oh fire of the diilrefs’d ! Was ever king like me, like me opprefs’d ? With pow’r immenfe, with juftice arm’d in vain ; jVIy glory ravifh’d, and my people flain ! To thee my vows were breath’d from ev’ry fhore ; What altar fmok’d not with our viflims gore ? With fat of bulls I fed the conftant flame, And afk’d defirudlion to the Trojan name. Now, gracious god! far humbler our demand ; -» Give thele at leaft to ’fcape from Heftor’s hand, C And fave the relics of the Grecian land ! 3 Thus pray’d the king, and heav’n’s great father heard His vows, in bitternefs of foul preferr’d ; The wrath appeas’d, by happy iigns declares, And gives the people to their monarch’s prayers. His eagle, facred bird of heav’n ! he fent; A fawn his talons trufs’d, (divine portent!) High o’er the wond'ring hofts he foar’d above. Who paid their vows to Panomphaean Jove; Then let the prey before his altar fall; The Greeks beheld, and tranfport feiz’d on ail: Encourag’d by the fign, the troops revive. And fierce on Troy with doubled fury drive. Tydides firft, of all the Grecian force, O’er the broad ditch impell’d his foaming horfe, Pierc’d the deep ranks, their Itrongell battle tore. And dy’d his jav’lin red with Trojan gore : Young Agelaus, (Phradmon was his fire). With flying courfers flumn’d his dreadful ire : HOMER’S ILIAD. VIII. 31*. ail Srtook through the back, the Phrygian fell oppreft; The dart drove on, and HTu’d at his bread : Headlong he quits the car; his arms refound : His pond’rous buckler thunders on the ground. Forth rufh a tide of Greeks, the padage freed: Th’ Atridae fird, th’ Ajaces next fucceed: Meriones, like Mars, in arms renown’d, And godlike Idomen, now pafs’d the mound : Evaemon’s fon next idues to the foe, And lad young Teucer, with his bended bow. Secure behind the Ttlamonian Ihield, The Ikilful archer wide furvey’d the field ; With ev’ry (haft fame hodile viftim flew. Then clofe beneath the fev’nfold orb withdrew : The confcious infant fb, when fear alarms, Retires for fafety to the mother’s arms. Thus Ajax guards his brother in the field,. Moves as he moves, and turns the fhining fliield. Who fird by Teucer’s mortal arrows bled ? Orfilochus; then fell Ormenus dead : The godlike Lycophon next prefs’d the plain. With Chromius, Daetor, Opheledes dain : Bold Amopaon breathlefs funk to ground ; The bloody pile great Melanippus crown’d. Heaps fell on heaps, fad trophies of his art; A Trojan ghod attending ev’ry dart. Great Agamemnon views with joyful eye The ranks grow thinner as his arrows fly : Oh youth for ever dear 1 (the monarch cry’d), Thus, always thus, thy early worth be try’d ; Thy brave example (hall retrieve our hod, Thy country’s faviour, and thy father’s bead! O a six, HOMER’S ILIAD. VIH. 345. Sprung from an alien’s bed thy fire to grace, The vig’rous offspiing of a flol’n embrace ; Proud of his boy, he own’d the gen’rous flame. And the brave fon repays his cares with fame. Now hear a monarch’s vow : If heav’n’s high pow’rs Give me to raze Troy’s long-defended tow’rs, Whatever treafurcs Greece for me defign, The next rich honorary gift be thine : Some golden tripod, or diftinguifn’d car. With courfers dreadful in the ranks of war; Or fome fair captive, whom thy eyes approve, Shall recompenfe the warrior’s toils with love. To this the chief : With praife the reft infpire. Nor urge a foul already fill’d with fire; What ftrength I have be now in battle try’d, Till ev’ry lhaft in Phrygian blood be dy’d. Since rallying from our wail we forc’d the foe, Still aim’d at Heftor have I bent my bow : Eight forky arrows from this hand have fled, And eight bold heroes by their points lie dead : But fure fome god denies me to deftroy This fury of the field, this dog of Troy. He faid, and twang’d the firing. The weapon flies At Heflor’s breaft, and fings along the flues : He mifs’d the mark; but pierc’d Gorgythio’s heart. And drench’d in royal blood the thirfty dart. (Fair Caftianira, nymph of form divine, This offspring added to king Priam’s line). As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain. Decline the head, and, drooping, kifs the plain ; So finks the youth: His beauteous head, depreft Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breaft. HOMER’s ILIAD. VlII. 375. a f3 Another (haft the raging archer drew : That other (haft with erring fury flew: (From Heidor I’hoebus turn’d the flying wound) ; Yet fell not dry or guiltlefs to the ground : Thy bread, brave Archeptolemus! it tore, And dipp’d its feathers in no vulgar gore. Headlong he falls; his fudden fall alarms The deeds, that Aartle at his founding arms. Hedor with grief his charioteer beheld All pale and breathlefs on the fanguine field. Then bids Cebriones dired the rein. Quits his bright car, and iflues on the plain. Dreadful he (houts: From earth a done he took, And rufli’d on Teucer with the lifted rock. The youth already drain’d the forceful yew ; The (haft already to his fhoulder drew; The feather in his hand, jufl wing’d for flight. Touch’d where the neck and hollow ched unite ; There, where the jundure knits the channel-bone, The furious chief difcharg’d the craggy (lone : The bow-dring burd beneath the pond’rous blow, And his numb’d hand difmifs’d his uielefs bow. He fell: But Ajax his broad fhield difplay d. And fcreen’d his brother with a mighty (hade ; Till great Alador and Meciflheus bore The batter’d archer groaning to the (bore. Troy yet found grace before th’ Olympian-fire, He arm'd their hands, and fill’d their breads with fire. The Greeks, repuls’d, retreat behind their wall. Or in the trench on heaps confus’dly fall. Firfl of the foe, great Hedor, march’d along, With terror cloath’d, and more than mortal drong. 03 HOMER’s ILIAD. VIII. 407. As the bold hound, that gives the lion chace, With,beating bofom, and with eager pace, Hangs on his haunch, or fallens on his heels, Guards as he turns, and circles as he wheels: Thus olt the Grecians turn’d, but dill they flew ; Thus following He£for flill the hindmofl: flew. When flying they had pafs’d the trench profound. And many a chief lay gafping on the.ground ; Before the fhips a defp’rate Hand they made, And fir’d the troops, and call’d the gods to aid. Fierce on his rattling chariot Heftor came ; His eyes like Gorgon (hot a fanguine flame That wither’d all their holl : Like Mars he flood. Dire as the monfter, dreadful as the god ! Their ftrong diflrefs the wife of Jove furvey’d. Then penfivetthus to war’s triumphant maid. Oh daughter of that god, whole arm can wield Th’ avenging bolt, and fhake the fable fhield ! Now’, in this moment of her laft dcfpair, Shall wretched Greece no more confefs our care ; Condemn’d to fuffer the full force of fate, And drain the dregs of heav’n’s relentlefs hate ? Gods! fhall one raging hand thus level all ? What numbers fell ? What numbers yet fltall fall ? What pow’r divine (ball Heiflor’s wrath aflhage ? Still fwells the (laughter, and flill grows the rage ! So fpake th’ imperial regent of the (kies; To whom the goddefs with the azure eyes: Long fince had Hedtor flain’d thefe fields with gore. Stretch’d by fome Argive on his native (here ; But he above, the fire of heav’n, withftands, Mocks our attempts, antj flights our juft demands. HOMER’S ILIAD. VIII. 439- The (hibborn god, inflexible and hard, i Forgets my fervice, and defc-rv’d reward : 1 Sav’d I, for this, his fav’rite * fon opprefs’d, By Hern Euriftheus with long labours prefs’d ? He begg'd, with tears he begg’d, in d:ep diftnay; I (hot from hcav’n, and gave his arm the day. Oh had my wifdom known this dire event, When to grim Pluto’s gloomy gates he went, ri he triple dog had never felt his chain. Nor Styx been crofs’d, nor hell explor’d in vain. Averfe to me, of ail his heav’n of gods, At Thetis’ fuit the partial Thund’rer nods; To grace her gloomy, fierce, refenting fon, My hopes are frudrate, and my Greeks undone. Some future day, perhaps, he may be mov’d To call his blue-ey’d maid his bed: belov’d. Hafte, launch thy chariot, thro’ yon ranks to ride : 'Myfelf will arm, and thunder at thy fide. Then, goddefs! fay, fiiall Heflor glory then, ( That terror of the Greek?, that man of men) 1 When Juno’s felf and Pallas (hall appear, All dreadful in the crimfon walks of war ? What mighty Trojan then, on yonder (hore, •Expiring, pale, and terrible no more, V Shall feaft the fowls, and glut the dogs with gore She ceas’d, and Juno rein’d the fieeds with care: (Heav’n’s awful emprefs, Saturn’s other heir). Pallas, meanwhile, her various veil unbound, With flow’rs adorn’d, with art immortal crown’df ' * Hercules. 04 ai5 H 0 M E R’s ILIAD. VIII. The radiant robe her facred fingers wove, Floats in rich waves, and fpteads the court of Jove. Her father’s arms her mighty limbs invert, .His cuirafs blazes on her ample bread. The vig’rous pow’r the trembling car afeends; Shook by her arm, the maffy jav’lin bends ; Huge, pond’rous, ftrong ! that, when her fury burns, Proud tyrants humbles, and whole hods o’erturns. Saturnia lends the la/h ; the courfers fly ; Smooth glides the chariot thro’ the liquid Iky. Heav’n’s gates fpontaneous open to the pow’rs; Heav’n’s golden gates, kept by the winged Hours. Commiflion’d, in alternate watch they ftand, The fun’s bright portals and the (kies command ; Clofe, or unfold, th’ eternal gates of day, Ear heav’n with clouds, or roll thefe clouds away. The founding hinges ring, the cicuds divide; Prone down the deep of heav’n their courfc they guide. But Jove incens’d, from Ida’s top furvey’d, And thus injoin’d the many colour’d maid. Thaumantia ! mount the winds, and rtop their car; Againrt the highert, who rt.all wage the war? If furious yet they dare the vain debate, Thus have I fpoke, and what I fpeak is fate. Their courfers crulh’d beneath the wheels (hall lie, Their car in fragments fcatter’d o’er the Iky; My lightning thefe rebellious (hall confound, And hurl them flaming, headlong to the ground, Condemn’d for ten revolving years to weep The wounds imprefs’d by burning thunder deep. So (hall Minerva learn to fear our ire, Nor dare to combat ber’s and nature’s fire. HOME IVs I L I A D. Vlir. joj, j.,?. For Juno, headftrong and imperious ftill, She claims fome title to Uanfgrefs our will. Swift as the wind, the various-colonr’d maid From Ida’s top her golden wings difplay’d ; To great Olympus’ Ihining gates (he flies, There meets the chariot rnfliing down the Ikies, Red rains their progrefs from the bright abodes. And fpeaks the mandate of the fire of gods. What frenzy, goddelles! what rage can move Celeftial minds to tempt the wrath of Jove ? Defift, obedient to his high command ; This is his word : And know his word fhall fland. His lightning your rebellion lhall confound. And hurl you headlong, flaming to the ground : Your horfes crufh’d beneath the wheels fhall lie. Your car in fragments fcatter’d o’er the fky ; Yourfelves condemn’d ten rolling years to weep The wounds imprefs’d by burning thunder deep. So (hall Minerva learn to fear his ire, Nor dare to combat her’s and nature’s fire. For Juno, headftrong and imperious (till, She claims fome title to tranfgrefs his will: But thee what defp’rate infolence has driv’n. To lift thy lance againfl the king of heav’n ? Then mounting on the pinions of the wind She flew; and Juno thus her rage refign’d. O daughter of that god, whofe arm can wield Th’ avenging bolt, and lhakc the dreadful Ihield ! No more let beings of fuperior birth Contend with Jove for this low race of earth : Triumphant now, now miferably flain, They breathe or perilh as the fates ordain. 213 IIOMER’s ILIAD. VIII. S3*. Rut Jove’s high counfeis full effeft fhall find, And ever conlfant, ever rule mankind. She fpoke, and backward turn’d her deeds of light, Adorn’d with manes of gold, and heav’nly bright. The Hours unloos’d them, panting as they (food, And heap’d their mangers with ambrofial food. There ty’d, they reft in high celeftial flails; The chariot propt againft the cryftal walls. The penfive goddefles, abafh’d, controll’d. Mix with the gods, and fill their feats of gold. And now the Thund’rer meditates his flight From Ida’s fummits to th’ Olympian height. Swifter than thought the wheels inftinftive fly. Flame thro’ the vaft of air, and reach the fky. ’Twas Neptune’s charge his courfers to unbrace. And fix the car on its immortal bafe ; There flood the chariot, beaming forth its rays. Till with a fnowy veil he fcreen’d the blaze. He, whole all confcious eyes the world beheld, Th’ eternal Thunderer, fat thron’d in gold. High heav’n the footftool of his feet he makes. And wide beneath him, all Olympus (hakes. Trembling afar th’ offending pow’rs appear’d, Confus’d and filent, for his frown they fear’d. He faw their foul, and thus his word imparts: Pallas and Juno ! fay, why heave your hearts ? Soon was your battle o’er; proud Troy retir’d Before your face, and in your wrath expir’d. But know, whoe’er almighty power withftand ! Unmatch’d our force, unconquer’d is our hand : Who fhall the fov’reign of the Ikies control ? Not all the gods that crown the ftarry pole. H O M E R’s ILIAD. VIIL s<>4- a Your hearts (liail tremble, if our arms we take, And each immortal nerve with horror lhake. For thus ! fpeak, and what I fpeak (hall (land ; What power foe’er.provokes our lifted hand. On this our hill no more IbJl hold his place. Cutoff, and exil’d from th’ aethefial race. Juno and Pallas grieving hear the doom, ■But feaft their fouls on llion’s woes to come. Tho’ fecret anger fweli’d Minerva’s bread. The prudent ^oddefs yet her wrath repreft : But Juno, impo ent of rage, replies. What had thou laid, oh tyrant of the (kies 1 Strength and omnipotence invert thy throne ; ’Tis thine to punilh ; ours to grieve alone. For Greece we grieve, abandon’d by her fate, To drink the dregs of thy unmeafur’d hate : From fields forbidden we fubmifs refrain. With arms nnaiding fee our Argives (lain,; Yet grant our counfels dill their breads may move. Led ail diould perifii in the rage of Jove. The goddefs thus: And thus the god replies. Who fvveils the clouds, and blackens ail the (kies. The morning fun, awak’d by loud alarms. Shall fee th’ almighty Thunderer in arms. What heaps of Argives then (hall load the plain, Thofe radiant eyes (hall view, and view in vain. Nor (hall great Hc&or ceafe the rage of fight, The navy flaming, and thy Greeks in flight, Ev’n till that day, when certain fates ordain That rtern Achilles (his Patroclns flain) Shall rife in vengeance, and lay wade the plain. zxo HO M E R’s ILIAD, VIII. si)S- For fuch is fate, nor canfl thou turn its courfe With all thy rage, with all thy rebel force. Fly, if thou wilt, to earth’s retnotefl bound, Whereon her irtnvoli verge the feas refound ; Where curs’d lapetns and Saturn dwell, Faft by the brink, within the ftreams of hell; No fun e’er gilds the gloomy horrors there, No cheerful gales refrefh the lazy air ; There arm once more the bold Titanian band ; And arm in vain ; for what I will (hall (land. Now deep in ocean funk the lamp of light. And drew behind the cloudy veil of night: The conqu’ring Trojans mourn his beams decay’d ; The Greeks rejoicing blefs the friendly fnade. The viflors keep the field : And Heftor calls A martial council near the navy-walls ; Thefe to Scamander’s bank apart he led, Where thinly fcatter’d lay the heaps of dead. Th’ affembled chiefs, defeending on the ground. Attend his order, and their prince furround. A mafiy fpear he bore of mighty (Length, Of full ten cubits was the lance’s length; The point was brafs, refulgent to behold, Fix’d to the wood with circling rings of gold : The noble Heftor on his lance reclin’d, And bending forward, thus reveal’d his mind. Ye valiant Trojans, with attention hear ! Ye Dardan bands, and gen’rous aids give ear! This day, we hop’d, would wrap in conqu’ring flame Greece with her (hips, and crown our toils with fame But darknefs now to fave the cowards falls. And guards them trembling in their wooden walls. H O M E R’s ILIA D. VIII. C17. j2r Obey the night, and ufe her peaceful Hours Our Heeds to forage, and refrelh our pow’rs. Straight from the town be fheep and oxen fought, And ftrenth’nipg bread, and gcn’rous wine be brought.' Wide o’er the field, high-blazing to the fky, -•Let num’rous fires the abfent fun fupply. The flaming piles with plenteous fuel raife, Till the bright morn her purple beam difplays; ■ Left, in the ftience and the fltades of night, - Greece in her fable fhips attempt her flight. Not unmolefted let the wretches gain Their lofty decks, or fafely cleave the main ; Some hoftile wound let ev’ry dart beftow. Some laftirtg token of the Phrygian foe. Wounds, that long hence may afk their fpoufes caref And warn their children from a Trojan war. Now, thro’ the circuit of our liion wall, Let facred heralds found the foiemn call; To bid the- fires with hoary honours crown’d, And beardlefs youths, our battlements furround. Firm be the guard, while diftant lie our pow’rs. And let the matrons hang with light the.tow’rs: Left, under covert of the midnight fhade, Th’ invidious foe the naked town invade. Suffice to-night thefe orders to obey; A nobler charge lhall roufe the dawning day. The gods, I truft, fhall give to Heftor’s hand From thefe detefted foes to free the land. Who plough’d, with fates averfe, the wat’ry way. For Trojan vultures a predeftin’d prey. Our common fafety muft be now the care; But foon as morning paints the fields ©fair, 311 H O M E R’s ILIA D. VIII. 653. Sheath’d in bright arms let ev’ry troop engage, And the fir’d fleet behold the battle rage. Then, then fhatl Heftor and Tydides prove, Whofe fates are heavieft in the leaks of Jove. To-morrow’s light (oh hafle the glorious morn 1) Shall fee his bloody fpoils in triumph born ; With this keen jav’lin fhall his bread be gor’d, And proftrate heroes bleed around their lord. Certain as this, oh 1 might my days endure, From age inglorious and biack death fecure ; So might my life and glory know no bound. Like Fallas worfliipp’d, like the fun renown’d 1 As the next dawn, the lad they fhall enjoy. Shall crufh the Greeks, and end the woes of Troy. The leader fpoke. From all his hod around Shouts of applaufe along the fhores refound. Each from the yoke the fmoking deeds unty’d,. And fix’d their headdalls to his ebariot-fide. Fat flreep and oxen from the town are led, With gen’rous wine, and all-fudaining bread. Full hecatombs lay burning on the thore ; The winds to heav’n the curling vapours bore : Ungrateful off’ring to the immortal pow’rs! Whofe wrath hung heavy o’er the Trojan tow’rs> Nor Priam nor his fons obtain’d their grace ; Proud Troy they hated, and her guilty race. The troops exulting fat in order round, And beaming fires illumin’d all the ground. As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night! O’er heav’n’s clear azure fpreads her facred light, W’hen not a breath didurbs the deep ferene. And not a cloud o’ercads the foiemn feene ; HOMER’s ILIAD. VIII. dpi. 12,3 Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And liars unnumber’d gild the glowing pole; O’er the dark trees a yellower verdure fhed, And tip with fdver ev’ry mountain’s head: Then fliine the vales, the rocks in profpeft rife, A flood of glory burfts from all the Ikies : The confcious fwains, rejoicing in the fight, Eye the blue vault, and blefs the ufeful light. So many flames before proud Ilion blaze, And lighten glimm’ring Xanthus with their rays : The long refleftions of the diftant fires Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the fpires. A thonfand piles the dulky horrors gild, And (hoot a fhady luftre o’er the field. Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend. Whole number’d arms, by fits, thick flafhes fend ; Loud neigh the courfers o’er their heaps of corn. And ardent warriors wait the rifing morn.

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