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For him, through hodile camps I hend my way, What iees the sun, bút hapic heroes'lalle? 690 For him, thus proftrate at thy feet I lay;
War and the blood of men surround thy walls! Large gifts proportion'd to thy wrath I bear; What must be, must be. Bear :hy lot, nor fhed O hear the wretched, and the Gods revere! 625 These vravailing forrows ver the dead;
Think of thy father, and this face behold! T hou cant not call him from the Stygian shore, See him in me, as helpless and as old!
| Burthou, alas! may's live, to suffer more! 695 Though not fu wretched: there he yields to me, | Towhom the king: Oh, favoor'd of the Sicies!) The first of men in sovereign misery!
Here let me grow to earth! Euce Hector lies Thus forc'd to kneel, thusg: oveling to embrace 630 On the bare beach depriv'd of obfi quies. The scourge and ruin of my realm and race: Oh, give me Hccor! to my eyes rettore Suppliant my childrens' niurderer to implore, His corpse, and take the gi'ts: I ask no more. 700 · And kif those hands yet reeking with their gore! Thou, as thou may'lt, these boundlestores enjoy;
These words foft pity in the chief inspire, Safe may'st thou fail, and turn thy wrath from Touch'd with the dear remembrance of his fire. 635 So fall thy pity and forbearance give Troy; Then with his hai.d ías proftrate 2:1! he lay) A weak oid man to see the light and live! The old man's check he gently turn d away. Move me no more! (Achilles thus rephes, ros Now each by turns indulg'd the guth of woe; While kindling anger sparkled in his eyes); And now the mingled tides together flow : Nor seek by tars my Iteady Soul to bend; This low on earth, that gently bending o'er, 640 To yield thee Hodor, I myself intend : A father one, and one a fon, deplore :
For know, from jove my Goddess-mother came Bur great Achilles different paflions rend, Trold Ocean's daughter, filver-footed dame); 710 And now his fire he mourns, and now his friend. Nor com'll thou but by Heaven : nor com'ft alone, Th' infe&ious softness through the heroes ran; . Some God impels with courage not thy own: One universal folemn fnower began; : 645 No hunian hand the weighty gates unbarr'd, 2 They bore, as heroes, but they felt as man. ) Nor could the boldelt of our youth have dar'd Satiate at length with unavailing wocs,
To pass our out-works, or elude the guard. 715) From the high throne divine Achilles rose; Ceale; left, negledful of high Jove's command, The reverend monarch by the hand he rais'd; I fhow theç, king! thou tread' it on hostile land; On his white beard and form majestic gaz'd, 650 Release my kitees, thy suppliant arts give o'er, Not unrelenting : then forene began
And shake the purpose of my soul no more. (720 With words to soothe the miserable man:
The fire obcy'd him, trembling and o'er-aw'd. Alas! what weight of anguish halt thou known, Achilles, like a lion, rush'd abroad; Unhappy prince! thus guardless and alone Automedon and Alcimus attend To pass through foes, and thus undaunted face 655 (Whom moft hc honour'd since he loft his friend); The man whose fury has destroy'd thy race! These to unyoke the mules and horses went, Heaven sure has arm'd thee with a heart of feel, And led the hoary herald to the tent; 725 A strength proportion'd to the woes you feel. Next heap'd on high the numerous presents bear Rise ihen : let reason mitigate our care: - (Great Hector's ransom) from the polith'd car. To mourn, avails not; man is born to bear. 660 Two splendid mantles, and a carpet spread, Such is, alas! the Gods' fevere decree :
1 They leave, to cover and inwrap the dead. They, only they, are bleft, and only free. Then call the handnaids, with asistant toil 730 Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, To wash the body and anoint with oil, The fource of evil one, and one of good; | Apart from Priam; left th' unhappy fire, From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, 665. Provok'd to paflion, once more rouse to ire Blessings to these, to those diftributes ills; | The stern Pclides; and nor sacred age, (735 To molt, he mingles both: the wretch decreed Nor Jove's command, Mould check the rising rage. To taste the bad, unmix'd, is curft indeed; | This done, the garments o'er the corpfe they Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, Achilles lifts it to the funeral bed : spread; He wanders, outcant both of carth and heaven.670 Then, while the body on the car they laid, The happiest, taste not happiness fincere ; He groans, and calls on lov'd Patroclus' fade: But find the cordial draught is dath'd with care. If, in that gloom which never light must know, Who more than Peleus sone in wealth and The deeds of mortals touch the ghosts below: 741 power!
jo friend! forgive me, that I thus fulfil What stars concurring bleil his natal hour! (Restoring Hector) Heaven's unquestion's will. A realm, a Goddess to his wishes given; 675 The gifts the father gave, be ever thine, Grac'd by the Gods with all the gifts of Heaven. To grace thy manes, and adorn thy shrine. 745 One evil, yet, o'ertakes his latest day:
| He said, and, entering, took his feat of state, No race succeeding to inperial sway:
| Where full before him reverend Priam sate:' An only fon; and he (alas!) ordain'd
To whom, compos'd, the godlike chief begunTo fall untimely in a foreign land.
680 Lo! to thy prayer restor'd, thy breathless lon; See him, in Troy, the pious care decline
Extended on the funeral couch he lies;. 7507
But now the peaceful hours of sacred night
Nor thou, O father! thus consum'd with woe, 755
Six youthful fons, as many blooming maidi, 1 To in:er thy Hector? For, so long we fay'.
If then thy will permit (the monarch laid)
1765 And ai what distance from our walls afpire
But in the porch the king and herald rest, [845 She stands, her own sad monument of we; Sad dreams of care yet wandering in their breait. The rock for ever lasts, the tears for ever flow.) Now Gods and men the gift of sleep partake ;
Such griefs, o king ! have other parentsknown: Industrious Hermes only was awake, Remember theirs, and mitigate thy own, 781 The king's return revolving in his mind, The care of Heav'n thy Hector has appar'd, To pass the ramparts, and the watch to blind. Nor shall he lie un wept and uninterr d; | The Pow'r descending hover'd o'er his head : 850 Soon may thy aged cheeks in tears be drown'd, And sleep's thou, father! (thus the vision faid) And all the eyes of lion stream around. 785 Now doit thou ficep, when Hector is restor'a ?
He said, and, rising, chose the vi&timewe Nor fear the Grecian focs, or Grecian lord ? With filver fleece, which his attendants iew. Thy presence here should stern Atrides see, The limbs they sever from the reeking hide, Thy fill-surviving sons may fue for thes, 855 With fkill prepare them, and in parts divide; May offer all thy treasures yet contain, Each on the coals the separate morsels lays, 790 To spare thy age, and offer all in vain. And, hasty, snatches from the rising blaze.
Wak'd with the word, the trembling fire arose, With bread the glittering canisers they load, And rais'd his friend: the God before him goes; Which round the board Automedon batow'd: He joins the mules, directs them with his hand, The chief himself to each his portion plc-d, and moves in filence through the hostile land. 861 And each indulging shar'd in sweet repart. 795 When now to Xanthus' yellow stream they drove When now the rage of hunger was seyrelt |(Xanthus, immortal progeny of Jove) The wondering bero eyes his royal guit: The winged Deity forlook their view, No less the royal guest the hero eyes,
And in a moment ou Olympus flew.
865 His godlike aspect and majestic fize ;
Now Med Aurora round her saffron ray, [day: Here youthful grace and noble fire engage: 800 Sprung through the gate of light, and gave the And there, the mild benevolence of age.
Charg'd with their mournful load, co llion go Thus gazing long, the silence neither broke, The sage and king, majeflically flow. (A folenin scene!) at length the father fia ke : Cassandra first beholds, from llion's spire, 8;0
Permit me now, belov'd of Jove! to incep The sad procession of her boary fire;
For, since the day that number'd with the dead (Her breathless brother itretch'd upon the bier) - My hapless fun, the duit has been my bed; . A shower of tears o'erflows her beaut.ous eyes, Soft fleep a stranger to my weeping eyes;
Alarming thus all llion with her cries: 875 My only food my sorrows and my ighs!
Turn here your steps, and here your eyes emTill now, encourag'd by the grace you give, 810 · ploy, I share thy banquet, and consent to live.
Ye wretched daughters, and ye fons of Troy! With that, Achilles bade prepare the bed, if c'er ye rush'd in crowds, with vast delighi, With purple soft, and shaggy carpets spread; To hail your hero glorious from the fight, [880 Forth, by the flaming lights, they bend their way, Now meet him dead, and let your sorrows flow! And place the couches, and che coverings lay. 815 | Your common triumph, and your common woe. Then he: Now, father, sleep, but fleep noe here; In thronging crowds they issue to the plains; Consult thy safety, and forgive my fear;
Nor man, nor woman, in the walls remains : Lef any Argive at this hour awake,
In every face the self-fame grief is hown; To ask our counsel, or our orders take)
And Troy sends forth one universal groan. 885 Approaching sudden to our oper tent, 820 | At Scean's gates they meet the mourning wain, Perchance behold thee, and our grace prevent. Hang on the wheels, and growel round the flain. Should such report thy honour's person here, he wife and mother, frantic with despair, The king of men the ranfom night defer; Kifs his pale check, ard rend their scarcer'd hair : But say with specd, if aught o thy desire | Thus wildly wailing at the gates they lay; 890 Remains unalk'd; what timethe rites require 825 | And there had aghd and fortow'd cut the day:
But godlike Priam from the chariot rose; Rosy and fair, as Phæbus' filver box ,
Dismifi'd thee gently to the shades below!
The waves of people at his word divide, Fast from the shining Ruices of her eyes 969 Slow ralls the chariot through the following tide; Fall the round crystal drops, while thus the cries; . Ev'n to the palace the sad pomp they wait ;
Ah, dearest friend! in whom the Gods had They weep, and place hin un inc bed of Itate.
join'd A melancholy choir attend around, 900 The mldest manners with the bravest mind; With plaintive sighs, and music's folemn sound: Now tnice ten years (unhappy years!) are o'er Alternately they ling, alternate flow
Since Paris brought me to the Trojan shore; 965 Th' obcdient tears, melodious in their woe. (0 hadl perish'd ere that form divine While deeper sorrows groan from each full heart, Seduc'd this soft, this eafy heart of mine !) And nature speaks at every pause of art. 9os Yet wait ne'er my fate, from thee to find
First to the corpse the weeping confort flew; A deed ungentle, or a word unkind : Around his neck her milk-white arms she threw, When others curft the authoress of their woe, 970 And, oh, my Hector! oh; my lord! fhe crics, Thy piy check'd niy sorrows in their flow; Snatch'd in thy bloom from these defiring eyes! If some proud brother ey'd me with disdain, Thou to the dismal realmıs sor ever gone! 910 Or scoriful sister with her sweeping train; And I abandon'd, defolate, alone!
Thy gantle accents soften'd all my pain. An only son, once comfort of our pains,
For the I mouro ; and mourn myself in thee, 975 Sad product now of hapless love, remains! The wretched fource of all this misery!' Never to manly age that son fall rise,
| The fac? I caus'd, for ever I bemoan; Or with encreasing graces glad nine eyes; 915 Sad Helen has no friend, now thou art gone! For llion now (her great defender lain)
Throug, Troy's wide 'streets abandon's fall 1 Shall sink a smoking ruin on the plain.
020! Who now protects her wives with guardian care? In Troy deferted, as abhorr'd at home! 989 Who-faves her infants from the rage of war?. So fpoke the fair, with sorrow-streaming eye: New hoflile fleets must waft those infants o'er 920 Diltreisfel beauty melts each stander-by; (Those wives must wait them) to a foreign shore ! | On all around th' infectious forrow grows; Thou too, my son ! to barbarous clinics shalt go, But Prian check'd the torrent as it role : The fad companions of thy mother's woe: Perform, ye Trojans! what the rites require, 985 Driven hence a slave beíore the vidor's sword; And fell the foreits for a funeral pyre; Condemn'd to coil for some inhuman lord: 925 Twelve days, nor foe, nor secret ambush dread; Or eise some Greck, whose father prest the plain, Achilles grants these honours to the dead. Or son, or brother, by great Héctor slain;
He spoke ; and, at his word, the Trojan train In Hecor's blood his vengeance shall enjoy, Their muks and oxen harness to the wain, 090 And hurl thee headlong from the towers of Troy, Pour through the gates, aud, felld from Ida's For thy fern father never spar'da foei 930 crown, Thence all these tears, and all this scene of woe! Roll back the gather'd forests to the town, Thence many evils his sad parents bore,
These toils continue nine succeeding days, His parents many, but his confort more. And high in air a fylvan structure raise; Why gav'st thou not to me thy dying hand ? But when the tenth fair morn began to thine, 995 And why receiv'd not I thy lift command ? 935 Forth to the pile was borne the man divine, Some word thou would's have spoke, which, fadly And plac'd doft: while all, with streaming eyes, My soul might kcep, or utter with a tear; (dear, Beheld the fames and rolling smokes arise. Which never, never, could be lost in air,
Soon as Aunra, daughter of the dawn, Fix'd in my heart, and oft repeated there! With rosy lustre streak'd the dewy lawn. 1000 Thus to her weeping maids shc makes her Again the mournful crowds surround the pyre; moan:
940 And quench with wine the yet-remaining fire. Her weeping handmaids echo groan for groan. The snowy benes his friends and brothers place
The mournful mother next luftains her part: Il With tears cdledted) in a golden vase; Oh, thou, the best, the deareft to my heart! The golden vale in purple palls they rollid, 100g of all my race thou most by Heaven approv'd, Of softest texture, and inwrought with gold. And by th' Immortals ev'n in death bclov'd! 945 Last o'er the urn the sacred earth they fpread, While all my other sons in barbarous bands And rais'd the tomb, memorial of the dead. Achilles bound, and sold to foreign lands, | Strong guards and spics, till all the rites were This felt no chains, but went a glorious ghost,
donc Free and a hero, to thc Stygian coast.
Watch'd from the rising to the setting fun). 1010 Sentenc'd, 'tis true, by his inhuman doom, 950| All Troy then moves to Priam's court again, Thy noble corpse was dragg'd around the tomb | A folemn, Glent, melancholy train : (The tomb of him thy warlike arm had Nain); Affembled there, from pious toil they reit, Ungenerous insult, impotent and vain!
And sadly fbar'd the last scpulchral sealt. Yet glow's thou fresh with every living grace; . Such honours llion to her hero paid, 2018 No park of pain, of violence of face; 955 ' And peac:sul Lept he mighty Hector's leads
Minerua's Descent to Irbaca. The poem opens within forty-eight days of tbe arrival of Ulles in his dominions. He bad nocas remained foven years iu the iflund of Calypso, reben the Gods afsembled in council proposed the met bod of bis departure from ihence, and bis return to bis native country. For this purpose it is concluded to send Mercury to Calypfo, and Pallas immediately descends to Itbacaí Sbe bolets a conference with Telemacbus in obe jape of Mentes, king of the Tapbians; in wbiob, Joe advises bim to take a journey in queft of bis fatber Ubyles, to Pylos und Sparta, «beri Neftor and Menclous get reigned: tben, after bäving visibly displayed ber divinity, disappears. Tbe fuitors of Penelope make great entertainments, and riot in ber palo ce till nigbt. Plemius fongs to tben Ibe return of the Grecians, til Penelope puts a flop to tbe fing. Some words arife between the suitors and Teemacbus, wbo fummons the council to meet tbe day following.
The man, for wisdom's various arts renown'd, 1 Perverse mankind! whose wills, created free,
I Long exercis'd in woes, oh Muse! resound, Charge all their woes on abfolute decrec; Who, when his arms had wrought the destin'd fall all to the dooming Gods their guilt traalade, Of sacred Troy, and raz'd her heaven-built wall. And follies are mifcall'd the crimes of fate. Wandering from cline to clime, observant ftray'd, s When to his lult Ægylthus gave the rein, 45 Their manners noted, and their states survey'd, Did Fate, or we, the adulterous ad conftrain ? On formy seas unnumber'd coils he bore, Did Fate, or we, when great Acrides dy'd, Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore : Urge the bold traitor to the regicide? Vain toils ! their impious folly dar'd to prey | Hermes 1 sent, while yet his soul remain'd On herds devoted to the God of day; 10 Sincere from royal blood, and faich profan'd; 50 The God vindi&tive dooni'd them never more To warn the wretch, that young Orestes, grown (Ah, men unblefs'd!) to touch that natal thore. To manly years, should re-affert the throne. Oh, snatch fome portion of these ads from Fate, Yet, impotent of mind, and uncontrol'd, Celestial Mule! and to our world relare. 115 He plung'd into the gulf which heaven foretold.
Now at their native realms the Greeks arriv'd; Here pausid the God; and pensive thus replier All who the war of ten long years surviv'd, Minerva, graceful with her azure eyes : 56 And 'Icap'd the perils of the gulfy main.
O thou! from whom the whole creation springs, Ulyffes, fole of all the victor train,
The source of power on earth deriv'd to kings 1 An exile from his dear paternal coast,
His death was equal to the direful deed; Deplor'd his absent queen, and empire loft. 20 So may the man of blood be doom'd to bleed! 60 Calypso in her caves confirain'd his stay,
But grief and rage alternate wound my brcalt, With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay :
For brave Ulysses, ftill by Fate oppreit. In vain--for now the circling years disclose Amidst aa'ille, around whose rocky Shore The day predestin'd to reward'his woes.
The forests murmur, and the surges roar, At length his Ithaca is given by fare,
25 | The blameless hero from his with d-for home 65 Where yet new lavours his arrival wait ;
A goddess guards in her inchanted dome : At length their rage the hostile power restrain, I(Allas her fire, to whose far-piercing eye All but the ruthless monarch of the main, The wonders of the deep expanded lie; But now the God, remote, a heavenly guel, i Th' eternal columns which on earth he rears In Ethiopia grac'd the general feast
30 End in the ftarry vault, and prop the spheres.) 70 (prace divided, whom with Noping rags By his fair daughter is the chief confin'd, The rising and descending fun surveys);
Who soothes to dear delight his anxious mind : There on the world's extremeft verge, rever'd Successless all her soft caresses prove, With hecatombs and prayer in pomp preferr'd, | To banith from his breast his country's love ; Diftant he lay : while in the bright abodes 35 | To see the smoke from his lov'd palace rise, 75 Of high Olympus, Jove conven'd the Gods: While the dear ifle in distant prospect lies, 'Th' assembly thus the Sire supreme addrest, With what conteniment n:uld he close his Ægyfhus' fate revolving in his brcalt,
eyes? Whom young Oreftes to the dreary coaft And will Omnipotence neglect to save of Pluto feat, a blood-polluted ghoft. 40 The fuffering virtue of the wife and brave? VOL. VI,
Must he, whose altars on the Phrygian fhore 80 , Diviming of their loves. Attending nigh 145
Glowing celestial sweet, with godlike grace (Reply'd the Thunderer to the martial maid) 85 Amid the circle shines : but hope and fear 150 Deem: not unjustly by my doom oppreft . (Painful viciffitude !) his bosom tear. of human race the wiseft and the best.
Now, imag'd in his mind, he fees restorid . Neptune, by prayer repentant rarely won, In peace and joy, the people's rightful lord; ! Affids the chicf, t'avenge his giant-fon, The proud oppreffors fly the vengeful sword. Whose visual orb Ulyfles robb’d of light! 90 While his food soul, these fancied triumphs (well'd; Great Polypheme, of more than mortal inight! The stranger guest, the royal youth beheld : 156 Him young 'Thoösa bore (the bright inescafe Griev'd that a visitant so long should wait Of Phorcys, dreaded in the sounds and feas: | Unmark’d, unhonour'd, at a moutarch's gate; Whom Neptune ey'd with bloom of beauty bleft, Instant he flew with hospitable haste, And in his cave the yielding nymph comprest. 95 | And the new friend with courteous air embrac'd. For this, the God conftrains the Greek to roam, Stranger ! whoe'er thou art, securely reft, .361 A hopelets exile from his native home,
Allianc'd in my faith, a friendly guest : From death alone exempt--but cease to mourn! Approach the dome, the social banquet share, Let all combine t'achieve his with'd return : And then the purpose of thy soul declare. Neptune acon'd, his wrath shall now refrain, 100 Thus affable and mild, the prince prccedes, 165 Or thwart the synod of the Gods in vain. | And to the dome th' unknown Celestial leads.
Father and king ador'd! Minerva cry'd, The spear receiving from her hand he plac'd Since all who in th’Olympian bower reside Against a column, fair with sculpture grac'd; Now make the wandering Greek their public care, Where seemly'rang'd, in peaceful order tood Let Hermes to th' Atlantic * ille repair; 105 Ulysses' arms, now long disus'd to blood. 170 Bid him, arriv'd in bright Calypso's court, He led the Goddess to the fovereign seat, The fanation of th' assembled powers report: Her feet supported with a stool of itate That wise Ulysses to his native land
(A purple carpet spread the pavement wide);
With insolence, and wine, elate and loud:
The golden ewer a maid obsequious brings,
They wash. The tables in fair order spread, .
Delicious wines th' attending herald brought; 'The promise of a great, immortal name.
The gold gave luftre to the purple draught. She said: thc sandals of celestial mould, Lur'd with the vapour of the fragrane feast, Fledy'd with ambrosial plumes, and rich with In rush'd the suitors with voracious haste : 190 gold,
125 Marshall'd in order due, to each a fewer Surround her feet; with these sublime she fails Presents, to bathe his hands, a radiant ewer. 'Th' echerial space, and mounts the winged gales : Luxuriant then they feaft. Obfervant round O'er earth and ocean wide prepar'd to loar, Gay ftripling youths the brimming goblets Her ercaded arm a beamy javclin bore, (130 crown'd. Ponderous and vast; which, when her fury burns, The rage of hunger quell'd, they all advance, 195 Proud tyrants humbles, and whole hosts o'erturas. And form to meafur'd airs the inazy dance : Irom high Olympus prone her flight the bends, To Pheniius was consign'd the chorded lyre, And in the realm of Ithaca defcends.
Whose hand reluctant touch'd the warbling Her lineaments divine, che grave disguise
wire; Of Mentes' form conceal'd from human eyes 135 Phemius, whose voice divine could sweetest sing (Mentes, the monarch of the Taphian land): High strains, responsive to the vocal Qring. 200 A glittering spear wav'd awful in her hand.
Mean while, in whispers to his heavenly guest There in the portal plac'd, the heayen-born maid His indignation thus the prince expreft: Enormous riot and mi--rule survey'd, .
Indulge my rising grief, whilst these (my friend) On hides of beeves, before the palace gate, 1.10 With long and dance the pompous revel end. YSad spoils of luxury) the suitors late.
Light is the dance, and doubly sweet the lays, 205 With rival art, and ardour in their mein,
When for the dear delight another pays, At chefs they vie, to captivate che queen;
His treasur'd stores these cormorants consumo, * Ostrgia.
Whose bones, dcfrauded of a regal tomb