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Phorcis and brave Ascanius here unite 1050 | Who, trick'd with gold, and glittering on his Th’ Ascanian Phrygians, eager for the fight. I car,

Of those who round Mæonia's realms refide, Rode like a woinan to the field of war, Or whom the vales in Thades of Tmolus hide, Fool that he was! by fierce Achilles Nain, Mestles and Antiphus the charge partake;

The river swept him to the briny main: 1065 Born on the banks of Gyges' silent lake. 1055 | There whelm'd with waves the gaudy warri. There, from the fields where wild Mæander our lies ; flows,

The valiant victor seiz'd the golden prize. High Mycalè, and Lalmus' shady brows,

The forces last in fair array succeed, And proud Miletes, came the Carian throngs, Which blameless Glaucus and Sarpedon lead ; With mingled clamours, and with barbarous The warlike bands that distant Lycia yields, tongues.

1070 Amphimachus and Naustes guide the train, 1060 Where gulphy Xanthus foams along the fields. Naustes the bold, Amphimachus the vain,

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THE Armies being ready to engage, a single combat is agreed upon between Me

nelaus and Paris (by the intervention of Hector) for the determination of the war. Iris is sent to call Helena to behold the fight. She leads, her to the walls of Troy, where Priam sat with his counsellors, observing the Grecian leaders on the plain below, to whom Helen 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 ensues; wherein Paris being overcome, he is snatched away in a cloud by Venus, and transported to his apartment. She then calls Helen from the walls, and brings the lovers together. Agamemnon, on the part of the Grecians, demands the restoration of Helen, and the performance of the articles.

The three and twentieth day still continues throughout this book. The scene is sometimes in the Fields before Troy, and sometimes in Troy itself.

THUS by their leader's care each martial | So when inclement winters vex the plain s band

With piercing froits, or thick-descending rain, Moves into ranks, and stretches o'er the land. To warmer seas, the Cranes embody'd fly, With thouts the Trojans rushing from afar, With noise, and order, through the mid-way Proclaim'd their motions, and provok'd the war; | sky;

To pigmy nations wounds and death they bring, 1 When Greece beheld thy painted canvass flow, And all the war descends upon the wing. 10 And crowds stood wondering at the parling But filent, breathing rage, resolv'd and kill'd

Thow; By mutual aids to fix a doubtful field,

Say, was it thus, with such a baffled mnien, Swift march the Greeks: the rapid dust around You met th' approaches of the Spartan queen, o Darkening arises from the labour'd ground. Thus from her realm convey'd the beauteous Thus from his flaggy wings when Notus sheds prize,

15 And * both her warlike lords outthin'd in He. A night of vapours round the mountain-heads, len's eyes? Swift gliding mists the dusky fields invade, This deed, thy foes dc'ight, thy own disgrace, To thieves more grateful than the midnight Thy father's grief, and ruin of thy race ; Thade ;

This deed recalls thee to the proffer'd fight;' While scarce the swains their feeding flocks sura Or haft thou injur'd wliom thou dar'ít not right: vey,

Soon to thy cost the field would make thee know Loft and confus'd amidft the thicken's day: 20 Thou keep'st the confort of a braver foe. So, wrapt in gathering duft, the Grecian train, | Thy graceful form inftilling soft desire, A moving cloud, swept on, and hid the plain. Thy curling trcfles, and thy filver lyre, 80

Now front to front the hostile armies stand, Beauty and youth ; in vain to these you trust, Eager of fight, and only wait command ;

When youth and beauty thall be laid in duft: When, to the van, before the sons of fanie 25 / Troy yet may wake, and one avenging blow Whom Troy sent forth, the beauteous Paris Cruth the dire author of his country's woe. came,

His filence here, with blushes, Paris breaks ; In form a God! the panther's speckled hide Flow'd o'er his arniour with an easy pride, 'Tis just, my brother, what your anger speaks : His bended bow across his shoulders flung,

But who like thee can boast a foul sedate, His sword beside him negligently hung,: 30 So firmly proof to all the shocks of fate? Two pointed spears he shook with gallant grace, Thy force like steel a temper'd hardners Mhows, And dar'd the bravest of the Grecian race. Still edg'd to wound, and still untir'd with blows.

As thus with glorious air and proud disdain, He boldly stalk'd, the foremost on the plain, Like stee', uplifted by some ftrenuous swain, Him Menelaus, loy'd of Mars, espies,

With falling woods to strow the wasted plain : With heart elated, and with joyful eyes :

Thy gifts I praise ; nor thou despise the charms So joys a lion, if the branching deer,

With which a lover golden Venus arms; Or mountain goat, his bulky prize, appear; Soft moving speech, and pleasing outward fhow, Eager he seizes and devours che lain,

95 Preft by bold youths and baying dogs in vain. 40 No wish can gain them, but the Gods bestow'. Thus fond of vengeance, with a furious bound," Yet, would ft thou have the proffer'd combat In clanging arms he leaps upon the ground

stand, From his high chariot : him, approaching near, The Greeks and Trojans seat on either hand; The beauteous. champion views with marks of Then let a midway space our hofts divide, fear;

And on that stage of war the cause be tri'd : 100 Smit with a conscious sense, retires behind, 45 By Paris there the Spartan king be fought, And shuns the fate he well deserves to find. For beauteous Helen and the wealth she brought: As when some shepherd, from the ruftling trees And who his rival can in arms subdue, Shot forth to view, a scaly serpent fees ;

His be the fair, and his the treasure too. Trembling and pale, he starts with wild affright, Thus with a lasting league your toils may ceale, And all confus'd precipitates his flight: 50

105 So from the king the thining warriour fies, And Troy poffefs her fertile fields in peace ; And plung'd amid the thickest Trojans lies. Thus may the Greeks review their native shore,

As God-like Hector sees the prince retreat, Much fam'd for generous steeds, for beauty mor, He thus upbraids him with a generous heat : He said. The challenge Hector heard wi.l: Unhappy Paris ! but to women brave! 55 joy, So fairly form'd, and only to deceive !

Then with his spear restrain'd the youth of Tror, Oh, haátt thou died when first thou faw'st the

TO light,

Held by the midst, athwart; and near the foe Or died at least before the nuptia! rite !

Advanc'd with steps majestically Now : A better fate than vainly thus to boast,

While round his dauntless head the Grecians And fly, the scandal of the Trojan host.

pour Gods ! how the scornful Grecks exult to see Their stones and arrows in a mingled shower. Their fears of danger undeceiv'd in thee!

Then thus the monarch great Atrides crid : Thy figure promis'd with a martial air,

115 But ill thy soul supplies a form so fair.

Forbear, ye warriours ! lay the darts aside : In former days, in all thy gallant pride 65 : A parley Hector asks, a message bears ; When thy tall thips triumphant stemm'd the , We know him by the various plume he wears.

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* Theseus and Menelaus.



Aw'd by his high command the Greeks attend, Now reft their spears, or lean upon their shields; The tumult Glence, and the fight suspend. 120 Ceas'd is the war, and filent all the fields.

While from the centre Hector rolls his eyes Paris alone and Sparta's king advance, On either hoft, and thus to both applies :

In single fight to tofs the beamy lance;. 180 Hear, all ye Trojans, all ye Grecian bands! Each met in arms, the fate of combat tries, What Paris, author of the war, demands.

Thy love the motive, and thy charms the prize. Your shining swords within the theath restrain, This said, the many colour'd maid inspires

125 Her husband's love, and wakes her former fires; And pitch your lances in the yielding plain. Her country, parents, all that once were dear, Here in the midft, in either army's fight, He dares the Spartan king to fingle fight;

Rush to her thoughts, and force a tender tear. And wills, that Helen and the ravish'd spoil O'er her fair face a snowy veil the threw, That caus'd the contest, thall reward the toil. And, softly sighing, from the loom withdrew :

130 | Her handmaids Clymenè and Æthra wait Let there the brave triumphant victor grace, Her silent footsteps to the Scæan gate. And differing nations part in leagues of peace. There fat the seniors of the Trojan race.

He spoke : in ftill suspense on either side (Old Priam's chiefs, and most in Priam's grace) Each army stood : the Spartan chief reply'd : The king the first ; Thymætes at his fide; Me too, ye warriouis, hear, wliose fatal right | Lampus and Clytius, long in council try'd ;

135 | Panthus, and Hicetäon, once the strong ; 195 A world engages in the toils of fight.

And next, the wiselt of the reverend throng, To me the labour of the field design ;

Antenor grave, and fage Ucalegon, Me Paris injur'd; all the war be mine.

Lean'd on the walls, and bask'd before the sun. Fall he that must, beneath his rival's arms ; Chiefs, who no more in bloody fights engage, And live the rest,' secure of future harm. 140 | But wise through time, and narrative with age, Two lambs, devoted by your country's rite,

200 To Earth a fable, to the Sun a white,

In summer-days like grallioppers rejoice, Prepare, ve Trojans ! while a third we bring A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice. Select to Jove, th' inviolable king.

These, when the Spartan queen approach'd the Let reverend Priam in the truce engage, 145 tower, And add the fanction of confiderate age;

In secret own'd refiftless beauty's power : His fons are faithless, headlong in debate, | They cried, Nowonder such celestial charms 205 And youth itself an empty wavering state : For nine long years have set the world in arms; Cool age advances venerably wise,

What winning graces! what majestic mien ! Turns on all hands its deep-discerning eyes ; 150 | She moves a Goddess, and she looks a Queen ! Sees what befel, and what may yet befall, Yet lence, oh Heaven ! convey that fatal face, Concludes from botli, and best provides for all. And from destruction save the Trojan race. 210

The nations hear, with rifing hopes poffeft, The good old Priam welcom'd her, and cried, And peaceful prospects dawn in every breast. Approach, my child, and grace thy father's side. Within the lines they drew their steeds around, See on the plain thy Grecian spouse appears,

155 The friends and kindred of thy former years. And from their chariots issued on the ground: No crime of thine our present sufferings draws, Next all, unbuckling the rich mail they wore,

215 Lay'd their bright arms along the sable shore, Not thou, but Heaven's disposing will, the cause; On either fide the meeting hosts are seen,

The Gods these armies and this force employ, With lances fix'd, and close the space between. The hostile Gods conspire the fate of Troy.

160 But life thy eyes, and say, what Greek is he Two heralds now, dispatch'd to Troy, invite (Far as from hence these aged orbs can see) 220 The Phrygian monarch to the peaceful rite; Around whose brow such martial graces shine, Talthybius haftens to the fleet, to bring

So tall, so awful, and almost divine ! The lamb for Jove, th'inviolable king.

Though some of larger stature tread the green, Meantime, to beauteous Helen, from the skies None match his grandeur and exalted mien :

165 He seems a monarch, and his country's pride, The various Goddess of the rain-bow flies (Like fair Laodicè in form and face,

Thus ceas'd the king; and thus the fair replied: The loveliest nymph of Priam's roval race).

Before thy presence, father, I appear Her in the palace, at her loom the found

With conscious shame and reverential fear. The golden web her own sad story crown'd. Ah ! had I died, ere to these walls I Aed, The Trojan wars the weav'd (herself the prize) False to my country and my nuptial bed ; 230 And the dire triumph of her fatal eyes.

My brothers, friends, and daughter left behind, To whom the Goddess of the painted bow ; False to them all, to Paris only kind ? Arproach and view the wondrous scenes below! | For this I mourn, till grief or dire disease Each hardy Greek, and valiant Trojan knight, Shall waste the form, whose crime it was to please.

175 The king of kings, Atrides, you survey, 235 So dreadful late, and furious for the fight, Great in the war, and great in arts of sway :



My brother once, before my days of shame; | Ajax the great (the beauteous queen replied) And oh ! that still he bore a brother's name! Himself a host : the Grecian strength and pride.

With wonder Priam view'd the god-like min, See ! bold Idomeneus superior towers Extoll'd the happy prince, and thus began : 240 Amidst yon circle of his Cretan powers,

295. O bleft Atrides! born tu prosperous fate,

Great as a God! I saw him once before, Successful monarch of a mighty state!

With Menelaus, on the Spartan fhore. How vast thy empire! Of yon matchless train The rest I know, and could in order name ; What numbers loft, what numbers yet remain? All valiant chiefs, and men of mighty fame. 300 In Phrygia once were galant armies known, 245 | Yet two are wanting of the numerous train, In ancient time, when Otreus filld the throne, Whom long my eyes have fought, but fought in When god-like Mygdon led their troops of horse, vain ; And I, to join them, rais'd the Trojan force : Caftor and Pollux, first in martial force, Against the manlike Amazons we stood,

One bold on foot, and one renown'd for horse. And Sangar's stream ran purple with their blood. My brothers these ; the same our native thore,

- 250 But far inferior those, in martial grace

One house contain'd us, as one mother bore.
And strength of numbers, to this Grecian race. Perhaps the chiefs, from warlike toils at east,
This said, once more he view'd the warriour For distant Troy refus'd to fail the seas :
train :

Perhaps their swords some nobler quarrel draws, What's he whose arms lie scatter'd on the plain; Alham'd to combat in their fister's cause. 310 Broad is his breast, his shoulders larger spread, I So spoke the fair, nor knew her brothers'


doom, Though great Atrides overtops his head.

Wrapt in the cold cmbraces of the tomb ; Nor yet appear his care and conduct small; Adorn’d with honours in their native shore, From rank to rank he moves, and orders all. Silent they slept, and heard of wars no more. The stately ram thus measures o'er the ground, Meantime the heralds, through the crowded And, matter of the flock, surveys them round.


315 260 Bring the rich wine and destin'd victims down. Then Helen thus : Whom your discerning eyes Idzus' arms the golden goblets prest, Have fingled out, is Ithacus the wife :

Who thus the venerable king addrest : A barren igand boasts his glorious birth :

Arise, O father of the Trojan state ! His fame for wisdom fills the spacious earth. The nations call, thy joyful people wait, 320

Antenor took the word, and thus began : 265 | To seal the truce, and end the dire debate. Myself, o king! have seen that wond'rous man: | Paris thy fon, and Sparta's king advance, When, trusting Jove and hospitable laws,

In measur'd lifts to toss the weighty lance; To Troy he came, to piead the Grecian cause ; ind who his rival shall in arms subdue (Great Menelaus urg'd the fanie request)

His be the dame, and his the treasure too. 325 My house was honour'd with each royal guest : Thus with a lasting le gue our toils may cease,

270 And Troy poffefs her fertile fields in peace; I knew their perfons, and admir'd their parts, So Thall the Greeks review their native shore, Both brave in arms, and both approv'd in arts. Much fam'd for generous steeds, for beauty Erect, the Spartan moft engag'd our view;

more. Ulyffes seated greater reverence drew.

With grief he heard, and bade the chiefs preWhen Atreus fon harangu'd the listening train,


275 | To join his milk-white coursers to the car : Just was his sense, and his expression plain, He mounts the seat, Antenor at his fide ; His words succinct, yet full, without a fault; The gentle steeds through Scæa's gates they He spoke no more than just the thing he ought. I guide: Eut when Ulylles role, in thought profound, Next from the car descending on the plain, His modeft eyes he fixt upon the ground, 280 Amid the Grecian host and Trojan train

335 As one unskill'd or dumb, he seem'd to stand, Slow they proceed : the fage Ulyffes then Nor rais'd his head, nor stretch'd his scepter'd | Arore, and with him rofe the king of men. hand;

On either side a sacred herald stands, But, when he speaks, what elocution flows! The wine they mix, and on each monarch's Soft as the fleeces of descending Inows,

hands The copious accents fall with easy art ; 285 | Pour the full urn; then draws the Grecian lord Melting they fall, and sink into the heart !

His cutlace fheath'd beside his ponderous sword; Wondering we hear, and fix'd in deep surprize ; From the fign'd victims crops the curling hair, Our ears refute the censure of our eyes.

The heralds part it, and the princes share; dan The king then ask'd (as yet the camp he Then loudly thus before the attentive bands view'd)

He calls the Gods, and spreads his lifted hands: What chief is that, with giant strength endued ;

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O first and greatest power! whom all obey, Whole brawny shoulders, and whose swelling Who high on Ida's holy mountain (way, chest,

Eternal Jove! and you bright orb that roll And lofty'stature, far exceed the rest ?

"From east to west, and view from pole to pole !


Thou mother Earth! and all ye living Floods ! The beauteous warriour now arrays for fight,

350 In gilded arms magnificently bright: 410 Infernal Furies and Tartarian Gods,

The purple cuities clasp his thighs around, Who rule the dead, and hurrid woes prepare With fowers adorn'd, and filver buckles bound : For perjur'd kings, and all who falsely swear! Lycaon's confciet his fair body dreft, Hear, and he witness. If, by Paris lain,

Brac'd in, and fitted to his softer breast : Great Menelaus press the fatal plain ;

A radiant baldric, o'er his shoulder ty’d, 415 The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep, Sustain'd the sword that glitter'd at his side : And Greece returning plow the watery deep. His youthful face a polith'd helm o'eripread; If by my brother's lance the Trojan bleed ; The waving horse-hair nodded on his head; Pe his the wealth and beauteous dame decreed : His figur'd fhield, a shining orh, he takes, 'Th' appointed fine let Ilion juftly pay, 360 And in his hand a pointed javelin thakes. 420 And every age record the signalday.

With cqual speed, and fir'd by equal charms, Thus if tlie Phrygians Thall refuse to yield,

The Spartan hero sheaths his limbs in arms. Arms must revenge, and Mars decide the field. Now round the lists th' admiring armies stand,

With that the chief the tender victims flew, With javelins fix'd, the Greek and Trojan band. And in the dust their blecding bodies threw. 365 Amidst the dreadful vale, the chiefs advance 425 The vital spirir issued at the wound,

All pale with rage, and shake the threatening And lett the members quivering on the ground.

lance. From the farne urn they drink the mingled wine, The Trojan first his thining javelin threw ; And add libations to the powers divine.

Full on Atrides' ringing Thield it flew; While thus their prayers united mount the sky ; Nor pierc'd the brazen orb, but with a bound

Leap'd from the buckler, blunted on the ground. Hear, mighty Jove! and hear, ye Gods on high !

430 And may their blood, who first the league con Atrides then his maffy lance prepares, found,

In act to throw, but first prefers his prayers : Shed like this wine, dinain the thirsty ground; Give me, great Jove! to punish lawless luft, Mav all their conforts serve promiscuous lust, And luy the Trojan gasping in the dust! And all their race be scatter'd as the dust! 375 Destroy th' aggressor, aid my righteous cause, 435 Thus cither host their imprecations join'd,

Avenge the breach of hospitable laws, Which Jove refus'd, and mingled with the wind. | Let this example future times reclaim,

The rites now finish'd, reverend I'riam rose, And guard from wrong fair friendthip's holy And thus express'd a heart o'ercharg'd with name. . woes :

He said, and pois'd in air the javelin sent, Ye Greeks and Trojars, let the chiefs engage, | Through Paris' Thield the forcwful weapon went, 380

440 But spare the weakness of my feeble age : His corselet pierces, and his garment rends, lu yonder walls that object let me thun,

| And, glancing downward, near his flank deNor view the danger of fo dear a fon.

scends. Whose arms shall conquer, and what prince shall | The wary Trojan, bending from the blow,

Eludes the death, and difappoints his foe : Heaven only knows, for Heaven disposes all. 385 Bur fierce Atrides wav'd his sword, and strook

This said, the boary king no longer stay'd, Bit on his car the slaug' ter'd victims laid; Full on his cafque ; the crested helmet shook ; Then seiz'd the reins bis gentle steeds to guide, The brittle steel, unfaithful to his hand, And drove to Troy, Antenor at his side.

Broke short: the fragınents glitter'd on the sand. Bold Mector and Ulysses now dispose 390 The raging warriour to the spacious skies The lists of combat, and the ground inclore : Rais'd his upbraiding voice, and angry eyes : 450 Next to decide by sacred lots prepare,

Then is it vain in love himself to trust Who first shall launch his pointed spear in air. And is it thus the Gods aflift the just ? The people pray with elevated hands,

When crimes provoke us, Heaven success denies; And words like these are heard through all the The dart fails harmless, and the faulchion flies. bands.

395 Furious he said, and tow'rd the Grecian crew 455 Inmortal Jove, high heaven's fuseriour lord, (Seiz'd by the crest) th’unhappy warrivur drew; On lofty Ida's holy mount ador'd!

Struggling he follow'd, while th' embroider'd Whoe er involv'd us in th's dirc debate,

thong, Oh give that author of the war to fate

That ty'd his helmet, dragg'd the chief along. And thades eternal ! let division cease,


| Then had his ruin crown'd Atrides' joy, And ioy ful nations join in leagues of peace. Bur Venns trembled for the prince of Troy : 460 With eves a verted, Hector basies to turn

Unseen she came, and burst the golden band ; The lots of fight, and thakes the brazen urn. And left an empty helmet in his hand. Then, Paris, thine leap'd forth; by fatal chance The casque, enrag'd, amidst the Greeks Ordain't the first to whirl the weighty lance. 405 threw ; Poth armi's (at the coinbat to furvey,

The Greeks with smiles the polish'd trophy view. Batide eac'i chief his azure armour lay,

Then, as once more he lifts the deadly dart, 465 And round the lifts the generous courters neigh. J In thirst of vengeance, at his rival's heart,



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