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The queen of love her favour'd champion Mrouds At this, the fairest of her sex obey'd,
(For Gods can all things) in a veil of clouds. And veil'd her blushes in a filken shade ;
Rais'd from the field the panting youth the led, Unseen, and silent, from the train the moves,
And gently laid him on the bridal bed, 470 Led by the Goddess of the Smiles and Loves.
With pleasing sweets his fainting sense renews, Arriv'd, and enter'd at the palace-gate, 525
And all the dome perfumes with heavenly dews. The maids officious round their mistress wait;

Meantime the brightest of the female kind, Then all, difperfing, various tasks attend ;
The matchless Helen, o'er the walls reclin'd; The queen and Goddess to the prince ascend.
To her, beset with Trojan beauties, came 475 Full in her Paris' fight, the Queen of Love
In borrow'd form * the laughter-loving dame,

Had plac'd the beauteous progeny of Jove; 530 (She seem'd an ancient maid, well-skill'd to cull | Where as he view'd her charms, the turn'd The snowy fleece, and wind the twisted wool.)

away The Goddess softly took her filken vest,

Her glowing eyes, and thus began to say : That shed perfumes, and whispering thus addrest: Is this the chief, who, loft to sense of shame,

480 | Late fled the field, and yet survives his fame? Haíte, happy nymph! for thee thy Paris calls, Oh hadft thou dy'd beneath the righteous sword Safe from the fight, in yonder lofty walls, Fair as a God ! with odours round him spread

Of that brave man whom once I call'd my lord ? He lies, and waits thee on the weil-known bed : The boafter Paris oft desir'd the day Not like a warrior parted from the foe,

With Spare's king to meet in single fray: But some gay dancer in the public Thow.

Go now, once more thy rival's rage excite, She spoke, and Helen's secret foul was mov'd ;

Provoke Atrides, and renew the fight : 540 She scorn'd the champion, but the man the lov’d.

| Yet Helen bids thee stay, left thou unskill'd Fair Venus' neck, her eyes hat spa kled fire,

Should’ft fall an easy conquest on the field. And breast, reveal'd the Queen of soft defire, 490

The prince replies : Ah cease, divinely fair, Struck with her presence, Itraight the lively red Nor add reproaches to the wound I bear; Forsook her cheek; and, trembling, thus the | This day the foe prevail'd by Pallas's power ; 545 faid:

We yet may vanqnish in a happier hour : Then is it still thy pleasure to deceive?

There want not Gods to favour iis above; And woman's frailty always to believe?

But let the business of our life be love: Say, to new nations must I cross the main, 495

These softer moments let delight cmploy, Or carry wars to some soft Asian plain?

And kind embraces snatch the hafty joy. 550 For whom must Helen break her second vow?

Not thus I lov'd thee, when from Sparta's Thore, What other Paris is thy darling now?

My forc'd, my willing, heavenly prize I bore, I eft to Atrides (victor in the strife)

When first entranc'd in Cranaë's ine I lay, An odious conqueft, and a captive wife, 500

Mix'd with thy foul, and all diffolv'd away ! Hence let me fail : and if thy Paris bear

Thus having spoke, th’ enamour'd Phrygian boy My absence ill, let Venus ease his care.

555 A hand-maid Goddess at his side to wait,

Ruth'd to the bed, impatient for the joy. Renounce the glories of thy heavenly state,

Him Helen follow'd flow with bathful charms, Be fix'd for ever to the Trojan fhore, 505

And clasp'd the blooming hero in her arms. His spouse, or flaye; and mount the skies no

While these to love's delicious rapture yield, more.

The stern Atrides rages round the field : 566 For me, to lawless love no longer led,

So some fell lion, whom the woods obey, I scorn the coward, and detest his bed ;

Roars through the defart, and demands his prey. Else should I merit everlasting shame,

Paris he seeks, impatient to destroy, And keen reproach, from every Phrygian dame :

But seeks in vain along the troops of Troy;

Ev’n those had yielded to a foe so brave 565 Ill suits it now the joys of love to know,

The recreant warriour, hateful as the grave. Too deep my anguish, and too wild my woe.

Then speaking thus, the king of kings arose ! Then, thus incens'd, the Paphian queen re

Ye Trojans, Dardans, all our generous foes ! plies;

Hear, and attest! from heaven with conquest Obey the power from whom thy glories rise:

crown'd, Should Venus leave thee, every charm must fly, I

Our brother's arms the just success have found :

570 515 Fade from thy cheek, and languish in thy eye

Be therefore now the Spartan wealth restor'd, Cease to provoke me, left I make thee more

Let Argive Helen own her lawful lord; The world's averfion, than their love before ;

Th’appointed fine let Ilion justly pay, Now the bright prize for which mankind engage,

And age to age record this signal day. Then the sad victim of the public rage. 520

He ceas'd ; his army's loud applauses rise, 575 And the long shout runs echoing through the

íkies. * Venus.


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THE Gods deliberate in council concerning the Trojan war : they agree upon

the continuation of it, and Jupiter sends down Minerva to break the truce. She perswades Pandarus to aim an arrow at Menelaus, who is wounded, but cured by Machaon. In the mean time some of the Trojan troops attack the Greeks.

Agamemnon is distinguished in all the parts of a good general; he reviews the .troops, and exhorts the leaders, some by praises, and others by reproofs. Nestor is particularly celebrated for his military discipline. The battle joins, and great numbers are pain on both sides.

The same day continues through this, as through the last book (as it does also through the two following, and almost to the end of the seventh book.) The scene is wholly in the field before Troy.

A ND now Olympus' thining gates unfold; Yet, would the Gods for human good provide, A The Gods, with Jove, affume their thrones Atrides soon might gain his beauteous bride, of gold :

Still Priam's walls in peaceful honours grow, 25 Immortal Hebè, fresh with bloom divine, And through his gates the crowding nations The golden goblet crowns with purple wine:

flow. While the full bow ls flow round, the powers em- | Thus while he spoke, the Queen of Heaven ploy

enrag'd, Their careful eyes on long-contended Troy, And Queen of War in close consult engag'd :

When Jove, dispos'd to tempt Saturnia's spleen, Apart they fit, their deep designs employ,
Thus wak'd the fury of his partial queen :

And meditate the future woes of Troy. 30 Two powers divine the son of Atreus aid,

Though secret anger swell’d Minerva's breast, Imperial Juno, and the Martial Maid :

The prudent Goddess yet her wrath suppreft ; But high in heaven they fit, and gaze from far, But Juno, impotent of pailion, broke The taie spectators of his deeds of war,

Her sullen silence, and with fury spoke : Not thus fair Venus helps her favour'd knight. Shall then, O tyrant of th' athereal reign ! The Queen of pleasures thares the toils of fight, | My schemes, my labours, and my hopes, be Each danger wards, and, conftant in her care, vain?

Have I, for this, thook Ilion with alarms, Saves in the nioment of the last despair.

Allembled nations, set two worlds in arms? Her act has rescued Paris' forfeit life,

To spread the war, I flew from thore to thore ; Though great Atrides gain'd the glorious strife, Th' inimortal courser's scarce the labour bore. 40 Then say, ye Powers! what fignal issue waits At length ripe vengeance o'er their heads imTo crown this deed, and finish all the Fates ? 20 pends, Shall Heaven by peace the bleeding kingdoms But jove himself the faithless race defends : fpare,

Lothi as thou art to punish lawless lust, Or rouze the Furies, and awake the war? Not all the Gods are partial and unjuft,



The Sire whose thunder shakes the cloudy skies | Between both armies thus, in open fight,


Shot the bright Goddess in a trail of light. Sighs from his inmost soul, and thus replies: With eyes erect the gazing hosts admire Oh lasting rancour! oh insatiate hate

The power descending, and the heavens on fire ! To Phrygia's monarch, and the Phrygian state ! What high offence has fir'd the wife of Jovc, The Gods (they cried) the Gods this fignal sent, Can wretched mortals harm the powers above? 5o And fate now labours with some vait event : That Troy and Troy's whole race thou would'it Jove seals the league, or bloodier scenes prepares; confound.

Jove the great arbiter of peace and wars ! And yon fair structures level with the ground? They said, while Pallas through the Trojan Haste, leave the skies, fulfil thy stern desire, Burst all her gates, and wrap her walls in fire! (In shape a mortal) pass'd disguis'd along. Let Priam bleed! If vet thou thirst for more, 55 | Like bold Laodocus, her course fhe bent, Bleed all his sons, and Ilion float with gore, Who from Antenor trac'd his high defcent. To boundless vengeance the wide realm be given, Amidst the ranks Lycaon's fon the found, Till vaft destruction glut the Queen of Heaven ! The warlike Pandarus, for strength renown'd; 120 So let it be, and Jove his peace enjoy,

Whose squadrons, led from black Æfepus' flood, When Heaven no longer hears the name of Troy: With flaming shields in martial circle stood.

60 To him the Goddess : Phrygian! can't thou hear But should this arm prepare to wreak our hate A well-tim'd counsel with a willing ear? On thy lov'd realms, whose guilt demands their fate, What praise were thine, could't thou direct thy Presume not thou the lifted bolt to stay;

dart, Remember Troy, and give the vengeance way. Amidnt his triumph, to the Spartan's heart! For know, of all the numerous towns that rise 65 | What gifts from Troy, from Paris would'st thou Beneath the rolling fun and starry skies,

gain, Which Gods have rais’d, or earth-born men enjoy, Thy country's foe, the Grecian glory Nain! None stands so dear to Jove as sacred Troy. Then seize th' occafion, dare the mighty deed, No mortals merit more distinguish'd grace Aim at his breast, and may that aim succeed ! 13° Than God-like Priam, or than Priam's race, 70 But first, to speed thy shaft, address thy vow Still to our name their hecatombs expire,

To Lycian Phæbus with the silver bow, And altars blaze with unextinguish'd fire.

And swear the firstlings of thy flock to pay At this the Goddess roll'd her radiant eyes, On Zelia's altars, to the God of Day. Then on the Thunderer fix'd them, and replies : He heard, and madly, at the motion pleas'd, 135 Three towns are Juno's on the Grecian plains, 75 His polith'd bow with hasty rashness teiz'd. More dear than all th' extended earth contains, 'Twas formd of horn, and smooth'd with artfut Mycæne, Argos, and the Spartan wall ;

toil, These thou may'st raze, nor I forbid their fall: 1 A mountain goat resign'd the shining spoil, 'Tis not in me the vengeance to remove ;

Who pierc'd long since beneath his arrows bled :) The crime's sufficient, that thev share my love. 80 | The stately quarry on the cliffs lay dead, 140 of power superiour why should I complain ? And fixteen palms his brow's large honours Refent I may, but must resent in vain.

spread: Yet some distinction Juno might require,

The workman join'd, and Map'd the bended horns, Sprung with thyself from one celestial fire, And beaten gold each taper point adorns. A Goddess born to Thare the realnıs above, 85 This, by the Greeks unseen, the warriour bends, And styl'd the consort of the thundering Jove; Screen'd by the shields of his surrounding friends. Nor thou a wife and fifter's right deny ;

145 Let both consent, and both by turns comply; There meditates the mark; and couching low, So shall the Gods our joint decrees obev,

Fits the sharp arrow to the well-ftrung bow. And Heaven shall act as we direct the way. 90 One from a hundred feather'd deaths he chose, See ready Pallas waits thy high commands,

Fated to wound; and cause of future woes, To raise in arms the Greek and Phrygian bands; I | Then offers vows with hecatombs to crown 150 Their sudden friendship by her arts may cease, Apollo's altars in his native town. And the proud Trojans first infringe the peace. Now with full force the yielding horn he bends,

The Sire f men and Monarch of the sky, 951 Drawn to an arch, and joins the doubling ends; · Th' advice approv'd, and bade Minerva fly, Close to his breast he strains the nerve below, Diffolve the league, and all her arts employ Till the barb'd point approach the circling bow ; To make the breach the faithless act of Troy. Fir'd with the charge, the headlong urg'd her Th' impatient weapon whizzes on the wing : flight,

Sounds the tough horn, and twangs the quivering And shot like lightning from Olympus' height. 100

string. As the red comet, from Saturnius fent

But thee, Atrides ! in that dangerous hour To fright the nations with a dire portent

The Gods forget not, nor thy guardian power: (A fatal sign to armies on the plain,

Pallas assists, and (weaken'd in its force) 160 Or trembling failors on the wintery main) Diverts the weapon from its destin'd course : With sweeping glories glides along in air, 105 So from her bahe, when sumber seals his eye, And makes the sparkles from its blazing hair : The watchful mother wafts th’envenom'd fly.

155 Just where his belt with golden buckles join'd, Stiff with the rich embroider'd work around, Where linen folds the double corset lin’d, 165 | My varied belt repellid the flying wound. 225 She turn'd the shaft, which hissing from above, I To whom the King: My brother and my friend, País'd the broad belt, and through the corflet | Thus, always thus, may Heaven thy life defendi drove:

Now seek some skilful hand, whose powerful art The folds it pierc'd, the plaited linen tore, May staunch th' effusion, and extract the dart. And raz'd the skin, and drew the purple gore. Herald, be swift, and bid Machäon bring 230 As when some stately trappings are decreed 170 His speedy fuccour to the Spartan king; To grace a monarch on his bounding Iteed, Pierc'd with a winged Taft, (the deed of Troy) A nymph, in Caria, or Mæonia bred,

The Grecian's forrow, and the Dardan's joy. Stains the pure ivory with a lively red :

With hasty zeal the swif Talthybius flies; With equal lustre various colours vie,

Through the thick files he darts his searching eyes, The thining whiteness, and the Tyrian die : 175 And finds Machäon, where sublime he Itands So, great Atrides ! show'd thy facred blood, In arms encircled with his native bands. As down thy snowy thigh dift.li'd the streaming | Then thus : Machäon, to the king repair, fiood.

His wounded brother claims the timely care ; With horror seiz'd, the king of men descried Pierc'd by some Lycian or Dardanian bow, 240 The 1haft infix'd, and saw the gushing tide : A grief to us, a triumph to the foe. Nor less the Spartan fear'd, before he found 180 The heavy tidings griev'd the god-like man: The Thining barb appear'd above the wound. Swift to his succour through the ranks he ran; . Then, with a sigh, that heav'd his manly breast, The dauntless king yet standing firm he found, The royal brother thus his grief exprest,

And all the chiefs in deep concern around. 245 And grasp'd his hands; while all the Greeks | Where to the ftcely point the reed was join'd, around

The shaft he drew, but left the head behind. With answering sighs return'd the plaintive sound: Straight the broad belt with gay embroidery grac'd,


He loos’d: the corslet from his breast unbrac'd ; Oh dear as life! did I for this agree

Then suck'd the blood, and sovereign balm infus'd, The solemn truce, a fatal truce to thee !

Which Chiron gave, and Æsculapius us'd. Wert thou expos'd to all the hostile train,

While round the prince the Greeks employ To fight for Greece, and conquer to be lain?

their care, The race of Trojans in thy ruin join, 190 | The Trojans rush tumultuous to the war ; And faith is scorn'd by all the perjur'd line. Once more they glitter in refulgent arms, Not thus our vows, confirm'd with wine and gore, I Once more the fields are fill’d with dire alarms. Those hands we plighted, and those oaths weswore, Shall all be vain. when Heaven's revenge is low, Nor had you seen the king of men appear Jove but prepares to strike the fiercer blow. 195 Confus'd, unactive, or furpriz'd with fear ; The day shall come, that great avenging day, But fond of glory with severe delight, Which 'Troy's proud glories in the dust fhall lay. | His beating bosom claim'd the rising fight, When Priam's powers and Priam's self Ihall fall, No longer with his warlike steeds he stay'd, 260 And one prodigious ruin swallow all.

Or press'd the car with polith'd brass inlaid: . I see the Cod, already, from the pole 200 But left Eurymedon the reins to guide ; Bare his red arm, and bid the thunder roll; The fiery coursers (norted at his fide. I see th' Eternal all his fury Thed,

On foot through all the martial ranks he moves, And shake his Ægis o'er their guilty head. And these encourages, and those reproves. 265 Such mighty woes on perjur'd princes wait: Brave men ! he cries (to such who boldly dare But thou, alas ! deserv'st a happier fate. 205 Urge their swift steeds to face the coming war) Still must I mourn the period of thy days,

Your ancient valour on the foes approve; And only mourn, without my share of praise? Jove is with Greece, and let us trust in Jove. Depriv'd of thee, the heartless Greeks no more 'Tis not for us, but guilty Troy to dread, 270 Shall dream of conquests on the hostile Thore ; Whose crimes fit heavy on her perjur'd head; Troy seiz'd of Helen, and our glory lost, 210 | Her sons and matrons Greece shall lead in chains, Thy bones shall moulder on a foreign coast : And her dead warriours ftrow the mournful plains. While some proud Trojan thus insulting cries, Thus with new ardour he the brave inspires ; (And spurns the dust where Menelaus lies) Or thus the fearful with reproaches fires : 275 « Such are the trophies Greece from Ilion brings, Shame to your country, scandal of your kind ! “ And such the conquests of her King of Kings ! Born to the fate ye well deserve to find !

215 | Why stand ye gazing round the dreadful plain, “ Lo his proud vessels scatter'd o'er the main, Prepar'd for flight, but doom'd to fly in vain? “ And unreveng'd his mighty brother flain." Confus'd and panting thus, the hunted deer 280 Oh! cre that dire disgrace shall blast my fame, Falls as he flies, a victim to his fear, O'erwhelm me, earth! and hide a monarch's Still must ye wait the foes, and still retire, Thame.

Till yon tall vefsels blaze with Trojan fire ? He said : a leader's and a brother's fears 220 | Or trust ye, Jove a valiant foe shall chace, Possess his soul, which thus the Spartan chears: To save a trembling, heartless, daftard race? 285 Let not thy words the warmth of Greece abate , This faid, he stalk'd with ample strides along, The feeble dart is guiltless of my fate:

{ To Crete's brave monarch and his martial throng;

255 High at their head he saw the chief appear, | The charge once made, no warriour turn the rein, And bold Meriones excite the rear.

350 At this the king his generous joy exprest, 290 But fight, or fall; a firm embody'd train. And clasp'd the warriour to his armed breast : He whom the fortune of the field shall cast Divine Idomeneus ! what thanks we owe

From forth his chariot, mount the next in haste; To worth like thine! what praise Thall we bestow? | Nor seek unpractisd to direct the car, To thee the foremost honours are decreed,

Content with javelins to provoke the war. 355 First in the fight, and every graceful deed. 295 Our great forefathers held this prudent course, For this, in banquets, when the generous bowls | Thus rul'd their ardour, thus presery'd their force, Restore our blood, and raise the warriours souls, By laws like these immortal conquests made, Though all the rest with stated rules we bound, And earth's proud tyrants low in alhes laid.' Unmix'd, unmeasur'd, are thy goblets crown'd. So spoke the master of the martial art, 360 Be still thyself ; in arms a mighty name; 300 And touch'd with transport great Atrides' heart ! Maintain thy honours, and enlarge thy fame. Oh! had'st thou itrength to match thy brave defires,

To whom the Cretan thus his speech addrest: And nerves to second what thy soul inspires ! Secure of me, o king ! exhort the rest :

But wasting years, that wither human race, Fix'd to thy side, in every toil I share,

Exhaust thy spirits, and thy arms unbrace. 365 Thy firm affociate in the day of war.

305 What once thou wert, oh ever might'st thou be! But let the signal be this moment given;

And age the lot of any chief but thee. To mix in fight is all I ask of Heaven.

Thus to th' experienc'd prince Atrides cry'd ; The field shall prove how perjuries succeed, He shook his hoary locks and thus reply'd : And chains or death avenge their impious deed. Well might I wish, could mortal with renew, 370 Charm'd with this heat, the king his course That strength which once in boiling youth I knew; pursues,

Such as I was, when Ereuthalion Nain And next the troops of either Ajax views : Beneath this arm fell proftrate on the plain. In one firm orb the bands were rang'd around, But Heaven its gifts not all at once bestows, A cloud of heroes blacken'd all the ground. These years with wisdom crowns, with action those; Thus from the lofty promontory's brow

The field of combat fits the young and bold, A swain surveys the gathering storm below; 315 The folemn council best becomes the old : Slow from the main the heavy vapours rise, To you the glorious conflict I resign, Spread in dim streams, and sail along the skies, Let sage advice, the palm of age, be mine. Till black at night the swelling tempeít shows, He said. With joy the monarch march'd before, The cloud condensing as the West-wind blows:

380 He dreads th' impending storm, and drives his | And found Menestheus on the dusty more, flock

With whom the firm Athenian phalanx stands, To the close covert of an arching rock.

And next Ulysses with his subject bands. Such, and so thick, th' embattled squadrons Remote their forces lay, nor knew so far stood,

The peace infring’d, nor heard the found of war; With spears erect, a moving iron wood;

- 385 A shady light was shot from glimmering Thields, The tumult late begun, they stood intent And their brown arms obscur'd the dusky fields. To watch the motion, dubious of th’ event.

The king, who saw their squadrons yet unmov’d, 'O heroes! worthy such a dauntless train, With hasty ardour thus the chiefs reprov'd : Whose God-like virtue we but urge in vain,

Can Peteus' son forget a warriour's part, 390 (Exclaimed the king) who raise your eager hands | And fears Ulysses, skill'd in every art? With great examples, more than loud commands: | Why Itand you distant, and the rest expect Ah, would the Gods but breathe in all the rest 330 | To mix in combat which yourselves neglect ? Such souls as burn in your exalted breast:

From you 'twas hop'd among the first to dare Soon should our arms with just success be crown'd, | The Thock of armies, and commence the war. 395 And Troy's proud walls lic smoaking on the ground. For this your names are call'd before the rest,

Then to the next the general bends his course | To share the pleasures of the genial feast : (His heart cxults, and glories in his force); 335 | And can you, chiefs ! without a blush survey There reverend Nestor ranks his Pylian bands, Whole troops before you labouring in the fray? And with inspiring eloquence commands;

Say, is it thus those honours you requite : 400 With stricteft order sets his train in arms,

The first in banquets, but the last in fight? The chiefs advises, and the soldiers warms,

Ulyffes heard : the hero's warmth o'erspread Alastor, Chromius, Hæmon round him wait, 340 His cheek with blushes: and severe, he said : Bias the good, and Pelagon the great.

Take back th' unjust reproach! Behold, wc stand The horse and chariots to the front assign'd, | Sheath'd in bright arms, and but expect command, The foot (the strength of war) he rang'd behind; | If glorious deeds afford thy foul delight, The middle space suspected troops supply,

Behold me plunging in the thickest fight. Inclos'd by both, nor left the power to fly; 345 | Then give thy warriour-chief a warriour's dne, He gives command to curb the fiery steed, | Who dares to act whate'er thou dar'ít to view. Nor cause confusion, nor the ranks exceed;

Struck with his generous wrath the king reBefore the rest let none too rafhly ride ;

plies; No strength nor skill, but just in time, be try'd: | Oh great in action, and in council wife! Vol. VI.


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