« הקודםהמשך »
'Though rich embroidery paint his purple vest, Learn hence, nor fear a flatterer in the flower, And his steed bound in costly trappings drett, Thy form divine, and beauty's matchless power : Pleas'd in the battle's dreadful van to ride, Faint, near thy cheeks, the bright carnation glows, In graceful grandeur, and imperial pride. And thy ripe lips outblush the opening rose :
Fam'd for the worship of the sun, there stands The lily's snow betrays less pure a light, A sacred fane in Egypt's fruitful lands,
Lost in thy bosom's more unsullied white; Hewn from the Theban mountain's rocky womb And wreathes of jasmine shed perfumes, beneath An hundred columns rear the marble dome; Th’ambrosial incense of thy balmy breath. Hither, 'tis said, he brings the precious load, Ten thousand beauties grace the rival pair, A grateful offering to the beamy god;
How fair the chaplet, and the lymph how fair! Upon whose altar's consecrated blaze
But ah! too soon these fleeting charms decay, The feeds and relics of himself he lays,
The fading lustre of one haltening day, Whence flaming incense makes the temple fine, This night shall see the gaudy wreath decline, And the glad altars breathe perfumes divine. The roles wither, and the lilies pine. The wafted smell to far Pelulian Aies,
The garlands fate to thine shall be apply'd, To cheer old Ocean, and enrich the skies,
And what advance thy form, shall check thy pride: With nectar's sweets co make the nations (mile, Be wise, ny fair, the present hour improve, And scent the seven-fold channels of the Nile. Let joy be now, and now a waste of love;
Thrice happy Phænix ! heaven's peculiar care Each drooping bloom shall plead thy just excuse, Has made thyself thyself's furviving heir; And that which show'd thy beauty, fhow its use. By death thy deathless vigour is fupply'd, Which links to ruin all the world belide;
ON A LADY'S PICTURE.
TO GILFRED LAWSON, ESQUIRE.
As Damon Chloe's painted form survey'd,
He ligh'd, and languilh'd for the jileing Made : Thou saw't when raging Ocean burst his bed,
For Cupid caught the artist hand its grace, O’ertop'd the mountains, and the earth o'erspread; And Venus wanton'd in the mimic face. When the rath youth enflam'd the high abodes,
Now he laments a look so falsely fair, Scorch'd up the skies, and scar'd the deathless gods.
And almost damins, what yet resembles her ; When nature ceases, thou Thalt still remain,
Now he devours it with his longing eyes;
Now fated, from the lovely phantom flies,
Her ivory neck his lips presume to kiss,
And his bold hands the swelling bosom press; VERSES TO MRS. LOWTHER The (wain drinks in deep draughts of vain desire,
Melts without heat, and burns in fancy'd fire.
Strange power of paine! thou nice creator art! From Menage.
What love inspires, may life itself impart.
Struck with like wounds, of old, Pygmalion pray'd, The greatest fwain that treads th' Arcadian grove, And hugg'd to life his artificial maid; Our lhepherds envy, and our virgins love, Clasp, new Pygmalion, clasp the seeming charms, His charming nymph, his foster Lair obtains, Perhaps ev'n now th' enlivening image warms, The bright Diana of our flowery plains ;
Delin'd tocrown thy joys, and revel in thy arms: He, 'midit the graceful, of superior grace, Thy arms, which shall with fire fo fierce invade, And she the loveliest of the loveliest race.
That she at once shall be, and cease to be a maid. Thy fruitful influence, guardian Juno, thed, And crown the pleasures of the genral bed : Raise chence, their future joy, a smiling heir, Brave as the father, as the mother fair.
PART OF THE FOURTH BOOK OF LUCAN. Well may'lt thou shower thy choicelt gifts on those, Who boldly rival thy most hated foes ;
Cæsar, having resolved to give bartle to Petrcius The vigorous bridegroom with Alcides vies, and Afranius, Pompey's lieutenants in Spain, And the fair bride has Cytherea's eyes;
encaniped near the enemy in the fame field.
The behaviour of their soldiers, at their feeing TO A LADY;
and knowing one another, is the subject of the WITH A PRESENT OF ILOWERS.
following verses. Tus fragrant painting of our fowery fields, Their ancient friends, as row they nearer drew, The choiceft stures that youthful summer yields, Prepar'd for fight the wondering foldiers knew; Strephon to fair Eliza hath convey'd,
Brother, with brother in unnatura! Irise, The sweetett garland to the sweetest maid. And the son arm'd against the father's lise : O cheer the flowers, my fair, and let them reft Curit civil war! then conscience first was feit, On the Elyfium of thy Inowy breast,
And the tough veteran's heart began in mck. And there regale che smell, and charm the view, Fir'd in dumb sorrow all at once they stand, With richer odours, ami a lovelier hue.
Tbeo wave, a pledge of peace, the guiltless hand;
ON IER MARRIAGE.
To vent ten thousand struggling passions move,
• Shall be be sued to take you into place The stings of nature, and the pange of love. Amongst his flaves, and grant you equal grace All order broken, wide their arms they throw, • What? fhall my life be begg'a ! inglorious And run with transport, to the longing foe :
thought! Here the long lost acquaintance neighbours claim, And life abhorr’d, on such conditions bought ! There an old friend recalls his comrade's name, • The toils we bear, my friends, are not for life, Youths, who in arts beneath onc tutor grew, . Too mean a prize in such a dreadful ftrife; Rome rent in ewain, and kindred' hosts they view. . But peace would lead to fervitude and shame,
1 cars wet their impious arms, a fond relief, • A fair amusenient, and a specious name. And kisses, broke by fobs, the words of grief; • Never had man explor'd the iron ore, Though yet no blood was spilt, each anxious mind • Mark'd out the trench, or rais'd the lofty tower', With horror thinks on what his rage design'd. • Ne’er had the steed in harness fought the plain, Ah! generous youths, why thus, with fruitless pain, · Or fleets encounter'd on th' unstable main; Beat ye those breasts? why gush those eyes in vain ? • Were life, were breath, with fame to be compar'd, Why blame ye heaven, and charge your guilt on Or peace to glorious liberty preferr'd. fate?
• By guilty oaths the hostile army bound, Why dread the tyrant, whom yourselves make * Holds fast its impious faith, and stands its ground; great?
· Are you perfidious, who espouse the laws, Bids he the trumpet sound ? the trumpet flight. * And traitors only in a righteous cause? Bids he the standards move? refuse the fight. 'Oh shame! in vain through nations far and wide, Y«ur generals, left by you, will love again • Thou call'At the crowding monarchs to thy side, A son and father, when they're private men. • Fall’n Pompey! while thy legions here betray Kind Concord, heavenly' born! whose blissful • Thy cheap. bought life, and treat thy fame away." reign
He ended fierce. The foldier's rage returns, Holds thi: valt globe in one surrounding chain, His blood flies upward, and his bosom burns. Whofe laws the jarring elements controul,
So, haply tam'd, the tiger bears his bands, And knit each atom close from pole to pole ; Less grimly growls, and licks his keeper's hands; Soul of the world! and love' eternal Spring! But if by chance he taftes forbidden gorc, This lucky hour, thy aid fair goddess bring! He yells amain, and makes his dungeon roar. This lucky hour, ere aggravated crimes
He glares, he foams, he aims a desperate bound, Heap guilt on guilt, and doubly stain the times. And his pale mafter flies the dangerous ground. No veil henceforth for fin, for pardon none; Now deeds are done, which man might chargé They know their duty, now their friends are aright known.
On stubborn fate, or undiscerning night, Vain with ! from blood short must the respite be, Had not their guilt the lawless soldiers known, New crimes, by love e hanc'd this night shall see: And made the whole malignity their own. Such is the will of fate, and such the hard decrie. The beds, the plenteous tables, foat with gore, I'was peace. From either camp, now void of And breasts are stabb'd, that were embrac'd before: fear,
Pity a while their hands from Naughter kept. The Soldiers mingling cheerful feasts prepare : Inward they groan'd, and, as they drew, they wept. On the green fod the friendly bowls were crown'd, But every blow their wavering rage assures, And halty banquets pil'd upon the ground : In murder hardens, and to blood inures, Arrund the fire they talk , one shows his scars, Crowds charge on crowds, nor friends their friends One tells what chance first led him to the wars ;
delory, Their stories o'er the redious night prevail, But Gires by sons, and sons by father die. And the mute circie liftens to the tale;
Black, monstrous rage! each, with victorious cries, They own they fought, but swear they ne'er could Drags his Nain friend before the general's eyes, hate,
Exults in guilt, that throws the only thanie Deny their guilt and lay the blame on fate; On Pompey's cause, and blots the Roman pame. Their love revives to make them guillier grow, A short-liv'd bl fling, bui to heighten woe. When to Petreius first the news was told,
THE FIRST BOOK OF HOMER'S ILIAD. The jealous general thought his legions fold. Swift with the guards, hi-headftrong fury drew, From out his camp he drives the hostile crew; Cuts clasping friends asunder with his sword, When I first entered upon this translation, I was And ftains with blood each hospitable board. ambitious of dedicating it to the Earl of Halifax; Then thus his wrath breaks out. • Oh! loft to but being prevenced frim doing myself that ho• fame'
nour, by the unspeakable lors which our country "oh' false to Pompey, and the Roman name! hath fultained in the death of that extraordinary . Can ye not conquer, ye degenerate bands?
person, I hope I shall not be blamed for presuming "Oh die at least, 'tis all that Rone demands. to make a dedication of it to his memory. The • What will you own, while ye can wield the greatness of his name will juftify a practice altoswo:d,
gether uncommon, and may gain favour towards 'A rebel Atandard, and ufurping lord ?
a work, which (if it had deserved his patronage)
universal a patron.
is perhaps the only one inscribed to his lordship, ing this small specimen of Homer's Iliad, than to chat will escape being rewarded hy him. | bespeak, if possible, the favour of the public to 1
, I might have one advantage from such a dedi- translation of Homer's Odyfleys, wherein I have cation, that nothing, I could say in it, would be already made some progress. suspected of flattery. Besides that the world would take a pleasure in hearing those things faid of this Achilles' fatal wrath, whence discord rose, great man, now he is dead, which he himself That brought the sons of Greece unnumber'd woes, would have been offended at when living. But O goddess, fing. Full many a hero's ghod though I am fea Gble, so amiable and exalted a Was driven untimely to th' infernal coast, character would be very acceptable to the public, While in promiscuous heaps their bodies lay, were I able to draw it in its full extent, I should
A feast for dogs, and every bird of prey. be censured very deservedly, should I venture So did the fire of gods and men fulfil apon an undertaking, to which I am by no means His Redfast purpose, and almighey will; equal.
What time the haughty chiefs their jars begun, His confummate knowledge in all kinds of bu- Acrides, king of men, and Peleus' godlike son. finess, his winning eloquence in public assemblies, What god in strife the princes did engage? his adive zeal for the good of his country, and Apollo burning with vindictive rage the share he had in conveying the supreme power Against the scornful king, whose impious pride to an illustrious family famous for being friends to His priest dishonour'd, and his power defy'd. mankind, are subjects eafy to be enlarged upon, Hence swift contagion, by the god's commands, but incapable of being exhausted. The nacure of Swept through the camp, and thinn'd the Greciar the following performance more directly leads me bandy. to lament the misfortune, which hath befallen the For, wealth, immense the holy Chryfes bore, learned world, by the death of fo generous and (His daughter's ransom) to the tented shore :
His sceptre stretching forth, the golden rod, He rested not in a barren admiration of the po- Hung round with hallow'd garlands of his god, lice arts, wherein he himself was so great a master; Of all the host, of every priocely chief, but was acted by that humanity they naturally | But first of Atreus' fons he begg'd relief : inspire : which gave rise to many excellent writers, “ Great Atreus' sons and warlike Grecks attend; who have cast a light upon the age in which he “ So may th' immortal gods your cause befriend, lived, and will dittinguista it to posterity. It is “ So may you Priam's lofty bulwarks burn, well known, that very few celebrated pieces have
“ And rich in gather'd spoils to Greece return, been published for several years, but what were “ As for these gifts my daughter you bestow, either promoted by his encouragement, or fup
“ And reverence due to great Apollo show, ported by his approbation, or recompensed by his “ Jove's favourite offspring, terrible in war, bounty. And if the succession of men, who excel “ Who sends his shafts unerring from afar.” in molt of the refined arts, should not continue; Throughout the host consenting murmurs rise, though some may impute it to a decay of genius The priest to reverence, and give back the prize; in our countrymen; those, who are unacquainted When the great king, incens'd, his filence broke with his lordship's character, will know more In words reproachful, and thus sernly spoke : juftly how to account for it.
“ Hence, dotard, from my sight. Nor ever morc The cause of liberty will receive no small ad " Approach, I warn thee, this forbidden shore ; vantage in future times, when it shall be observed " Left thou stretch forth, my fury to reftrain, that the Earl of Halifax was one of the patriots “ T'he wreathes and sceptre of thy god, in vain. who were at the head of it; and that most of “ The captive niaid I never will resign, those, who were eminent in the several parts of “ Till age o’ertake her, I have vow's her mine. polite or useful learning, were by his influence “ To distant Argos shall the fair be led : and example engaged in the same interest. “She shall; to ply the loom, and grace my bed.
I hope, therefore, the public will excuse my am “ Begone, ere evil intercept thy way. bition for thus intruding into the number of those “ Hence on thy life nor urge me by thy stay." applauded men, who have paid him this kind of He ended frowning Speechless and dismay'd, homage: especially since I am also prompted to it the aged fire hi- Itern command obey'd. by gratitude, for the protection with which he had Silent he pass’d, amid the deafening roar begun to honour me; and do it at a time when Of tumbling billows, on the lonely shore : be cannot suffer by the importunity of my acknow. Far from the camp he pass'd: then suppliant stood;
And thus the hoary prieit invok'd his god :
“ Dread warrior with the silver bow, give ear. TO THE READER.
“ Patron of Chryfa and of Cilla hear.
- To thee the guard of Pinedos belongs; 1 most inform the reader, that when I began this Propitious Smintheus! Oh rediess my wrongs. frat book, I had some thoughts of translating "It e'er within thy fane, with wreathes adorn'd, the whole Iliad : but had the pleasure of being di “ The fat of bulls anj well-fed goas I burn'd, verted from that design, by finding the work was “O' hear my prayer. Let Greece thy fury know, Fallen into a much abler hand. I would not there. " And with thy shafts avenge thy servant's Eors be thought to have any other view in publish
Apollo heard his injur'd fuppliant's cry. « To Chryfa fent. Perhaps Apollo's rage Down rush'd the vengeful warrior from the sky; “ The gifts may expikte, and the priest assuage." Across his breast the glittering bow he flung, He spoke and fat. When, with an angry frown, And at his back the well-for'd quiver hung : The chief of kings upstarted from his throne. (His arrows rattled, as he urg'd his fight.) Disdain and vengeance in his bosom rise, In clouds he flew, conceald from mortal fight : Lour in his brows, and sparkle in his eyes : Then took his stand, the well-aim'd haft to chrow: Full at the priest their fiery orbs he bent, Fierce (prung the fring, and twang'd the filver And all at once his fury found a vent. bow.
“ Augur of ills, (for never good to me The dogs and mules his first keen arrow lew; “ Did that most inauspicious voice decree) Amid the ranks the next more fatal flew,
" Forever ready to denounce my woes, A deathful dart. The funeral piles around “ When Greece is punish'd, I am still the cause ; For ever blaz'd on the devoted ground.
" And now when Phæbus spreads his plagues a. Nine days entire he vex'd th' embattled hoft,
“ broad, The tenth, Achilles through the winding coast “ And wastes our camp, 'tis I provoke the god, Summon'da council, by the queen's command “ Because my blooming captive 1 detain, Who wields heaven's fceptre in her snowy hand : « And the large ransom is produc'd in vain. She mourn'd her favourite Greeks, who now en “ Fond of the maid, my queen, in beauty's pride, close
“ Ne'er charm'd me more, a virgin and a bride ; The hero, swiftly speaking as he rose :
“ Not Clytemnestra boaks a nobler race, “ What now, O Atreus' son, remains in view, “ A sweeter temper, or a lovelier face, « But o'er the deep our wanderings to renew, “ In works of female skill hath more command, “ Doom'd to destruction, while our wafted powers " Or guides the needle with a nicer hand. « The sword and pestilence at once devours? “ Yet the fall go. The fair our peace shall buy : “ Why halte we not some prophet's skill to prove, “ Better I suffer, than my people die. “ Or leek by dreams ? for dreams descend from “ But mark me well. See instantly prepar'd “ Jove.)
"A full equivalent, a new reward. " What moves Apollo's rage let him explain, “ Nor is it meet, while each enjoys his share, " What vow with-held, what hecatomb unflain : “ Your chief should lose his portion of the war : « And if the blood of lambs and goats can pay “ In vain your chief; wbilst the dear prize I boalt, “ The price of guilt, and turn this curse away.” “ Is wrested from me, and forever loft."
Thus he. And next the reverend Calchas rose, To whom the swift pursuer quick reply'd : Their guide to llion whom the Grecians chose; “ O funk in avarice, and (woln with pride! The prince of augurs, whose enlightened eye “ How shall the Greeks, though large of soul they Could things past, present, and to come, descry: Such wisdom Phæbus gave. He thus began, “ Collect their sever'd spoils, a heap for thee Mis speech addressing to the godlike man: “ To search anew, and cull the choicest share, “ Me then command'st thou, lov'd of Jove, to “ Amid the mighty harvest of the war? " show
“ Then yield thy captive to the god resign'd, " What moves the god that bends the dreadful bow? “ Affur'd a tenfold recompense to find, " First plight thy faith thy ready help to lend, “ When Jove's decree shalt throw proud Ilion
By words to aid me, or by arms defend. “ For I foresee his rage, whole ample sway “ And give to plunder the devoted town." “ The Argian powers and fceptred chiefs obey. “ Think not (Acrides answer'd) though thou “ The wrath of kings what subject can oppose ? “ Deep in their breasts the smother'd vengeance “ Graceful in beauty, like the powers divine, “ glows,
“ Think not, thy wiles, in specious words convey'd, “ Still watchful to destroy. Swear, valiant youth, “ From its firm purpose hall my soul diffuade. “ Swear, wilt thou guard me, if I speak the truth?” “ Must I alone bereft fit down with shame,
To this Achilles swift replies : “ Be bold. “ And thou insulting keep thy captive dame? “ Disclose, what Phæbus tells thee, uncontroula. “ If, as I ask, the large-rould Greeks consert “* By him, who, listening to thy powerful prayer, “ Full recompense to give, I ftand content. " Reveals the secret, I devoutly swear,
“If not: a prize I fhall myself decree, “ That, while these eyes behold the light, no hand “ From him, or him, or elle perhaps from thee. “ Shall dare to wrong thee on this crowded strand, " While the proud prince, despoild, shall rage in “ Not Atreus' fon. Though now himself he boaft
“ vain. " The king of men, and lovereign of the host.” “ But break we here. The rest let time explain.
Then boldly he. “ Nor does the god complain “ Laurch nowa well-trimm’dgalley from the fore, " Of vows with-held, or hecatombs unlain. “ With hauds experienc'd at the hending oar : " Chryfers to her awful fire refus'd,
“ Encl reilic hecatomb; and then with care " The gilts rejected, and the priett abus'd, [call, “ To the high deck convey the captive fair, “ Call down these judgınents, and for more they “ The sucred bark let fage Ulysses guide, "Just ready on tn' exhausted camp to fall; “ Or Ajax, or Idomenens, preside: « Till rantom-free the damsel is bestow'd,
“ Or cuou, O mighty man, the chief shalt be. "And hecatombs are sent to foothe the god, " And who mori fit to footic the god than thee!**
Shameless, and poor of soul," the prince replies, Sudden he turn'd, and started with surprise ; And on the monarch casts his scornful eyes, Rage and revenge flash'd dreadful in his eyes. ** What Greek henceforth will march at thy com Then thus with hafty words ? "0! heavenly"mand,
“ born, * In fear i of danger on the doubtful strand? “ Com't thou co see proud Agamemnon's scorn? " Who in the face of day provoke the fight, “ But thou shalt see (my sword fhall make it good) “ Or tempt the secret ambuth of the night? “ This glutted fand smoke with the tyrant's blood." “ Not I, be sure. Henceforward I am free.
“ To soothe thy soul, the blue-ey'd maid replies " for ne'er was Priam's house a foe to me. “ (If thou obey my voice) I left the skies. " Far from their inroads, in my pastures feed “ Heaven's queen, who favours both, gave this « The lowing heifer, and the pamper'd steed,
" command ! « On Phthia's hills our fruits securely grow, Suppress thy wrath, and stay thy vengeful hand. " And ripen careless of the diftant foe,
“ Be all thy rage in tauntful words expreft; * Between whose realms and our Theffalian fhore “ But guiltless let the thirsty falchion reft. “ Unnumber'd mountains rise, and billows roar. “ Mark what I speak. An hour is on its way, * For thine, and for thy baffled brother's fame, “ When gifts tenfold for this affront shall pay. « Across the seas, disdainful man, I came ;
“ Suppress chy wrath; and heaven and me obey.", Yet insolent! by arbitrary (way,
Then he : “ I yield; though with reluctant “ Thou talk'st of seizing on my rightful prey,
“ mind. “ The prize whose purchase toils and dangers cost, " Who yieldsco heaven shallheaven propitious find.”. “ And given by fuffrage of the Grecian hoft. The silver hilt close-grasping, at the word, • What town, when fack'd by our victorious
bands, Deep in the sheath he plung 'd his mighty sword. u But still brought wealth to those rapacious hands? The goddess, turning, darted from his fight, “ To me, thus (corn'd, contented, doit thou yield And reach'd Olympus in a moment's Aight. “ My share of blood in the tumultuous field; But fierce Achilles, in a thundering tone, “ But still the flower of all the spoil is thine ; Throws out his wrath, and goes impecuous on: " There claim'ft thou most. Nor e'er did I repine. Valiant with wine, and furious from the Whate'er was giv'n I took, and thought it best,
« bowl : “ With Daughter tir'd, and panting after reft. « Thou fierce-look'd talker with a coward soul ! $ To Phthia now, for I shall fight no more, “ War's glorious peril ever flow to share : “ My ships their crooked prows shall curn from “ Aloof thou viewift the field; for death is there, " shore.
“ 'Tis greater far this peaceful camp to sway, « When I am scorn'd, I think I well foresee “And peel the Greeks, at will, who disobey : * What spoils and pillage will be won by thee, “ A tyrant lord o'er flaves to earth debas'd; “ Hence! (cry'd the monarch) hence! without For, had they fouls, this outrage were thy laste. “ delay :
[ftay. “ But, thou, my fix'd, my final purpose hear. “ Think not, vain man ! my voice shall urge thy By this dread sceptre solemnly I swear : « Others thou leav'it to the great cause inclin'd, “ By this (which, once from out the forest torn, " A league of kings thou leav'st, and Jove behind. “ Nor leaf nor shade ihall ever more adorn. * of all the chiefs dost thou oppose me most : “ Which never more its verdure must renew, «s Outrage and uproar are thy only boast,
" Lopp'd from the vital stem, whence first it grew, “ Discord and jars thy joy. But learn to know, “ But given by Jove the fons of men to awe, " If thou art trong, 'cis Jove hath made thee fo. “ Now fways the nations, and confirms the law) « Go, at thy plealure. None will stop thy way. “ A day shall come, when for this hour's disdain « Go, bid thy base-born Myrmidons obey. “ The Greeks shall wish for me, and with in vain " Thou, nor thy rage, iball my resolves subdue ; “ Nor thou, though griev'd, the wanted aid afI fix my purpose, and my threats renew.
" ford, « Since 'ais decreed I must the maid restore, “ When heaps on heaps fball fall by Hector'ssword: 1 A fhip shall waft her to th' offended power; “ Too late with anguish shall thy heart be corn, « But fair Briseis thy allotted prize,
" That the first Greek was made the public scorn." « Mysell will seize, and seize before thy eyes : He faid. And, mounting with a furious bound, * That thou and each audacious man may see, He dash'd his studded sceptre on the ground; - How vain the rash attempt to cope with me." Then sat. Atrides, eager to reply,
Stung to the soul, tumultuous thoughts began On the fierce champion glanca a vengeful eye. This way and that te rend the godlike man.
'I'was then, the madding monarchs to compose, To force a passage with his falchion drawn, The Pylian prince, the smooth speech'd Neftor And hurlch' imperial boalter from his throne,
rose. He now refolves; and now resolves again
His tongue dropp'd honey. Full of days was he; To quell his fury, and his arm restrain.
Two ages palt, he liv'd the third to see : While thus by turns bis rage and reason fway'd, And, his first race of subjects long decay'd, and half unfheath'd he held the glittering blade ; | O'er their fons fons a peaceful fceptre fway'd. I hat moment, Juno, whose impartial cye
“ Alas for Greece: (he cries) and with whatjoy Watch'd o'er them both, fent Pallas from the sky: “ Shall Priam hear, and every son of Troy! Sne flew, and caught his yellow hair behind, " That you, the first in wisdom as in wars, To him along the radiaot goddess thin'J.) « Walte your great fouls in poor ignoble jars?