« הקודםהמשך »
With ours, thy care and ardour are the same, I He spoke, and ardent on the trembling ground Nor need I to command, nor ought to blame. Sprung from his car; his ringing arms resound. Sage as thou art, aud learn'd in hunian kind,
475 Forrive the transport of a martial mind.
Dire was the clang, and dreadful from afar,
Of arm’d Tydides rushing to the war
He said, and pass'd where great Tydides lay, First move the whitening surface of the seas,
A general shout that all the region rends. I saw him once, when, gathering martial power, As when the fleecy flocks unnumber'd stand
430 | In wealthy folds, and wait the milker's hand; A peaceful guest, he saw Mycenz's tower ; The hollow vales incessant bleating fills, Armies he ask'd, and armies had been given, The lambs reply from all the neighbouring hills : Not we deny'd, but Jove forbade from heaven ; While dreadful comets glaring from afar
Such clamours rose from various nations round, Forewarn’d the horrours of the Theban war. 435 Mix'd was the murmur, and confus'd the sound. Next, sent by Greece from where Aropus flows, Each host now joins, and each a God inspires, A fearless envoy, ne approached the foes ;
These Mars incites, and those Minerva fires. Thehes' hostile walls, unguarded and alone, Pale flight around, and dreadful Terrour reign; 500 Dauntless he enters, and demands the throne. And Discord raging bathes the purple plain ; The tyrant feasting with his chiefs he found, 440 Discord ! dire lifter of the Naughtering power, And dar'd to combat all those chiefs around; Small at her birth, but rising every hour : Dar'd and subdued, before their traughty lord; While scarce the fkies her horrid head can bound, For Pallas ftrung his arm, and edg'd his sword. She stalks on earth, and shakes the world around; Etung with the shame, within the winding way,
503 To bar his paffage fifty warriours lay; 445
The nations bleed, where'er her steps The turns, Two heroes led the secret fquadron on,
The groan still deepens, and the combat burns. Mæon the fierce, and hardy Lycophon; .
Now Thield with shield, with helmet helmet Those fisty dlaughter'd in the gloomy vale,
clos'd, He spar'd but one to bear the dreadiul tale.
To armour armour, lance to lance oppos'd, Such Tydeus was, and such his marcial fire. 450 Host against host with thadowy squadrons drew,510 Gods ! how the son degenerates from he fire! The founding darts in iron tempests flew, No words the god-like Diomed return'd,
Victors and vanquish'd join promiscuous cries, But heard respectful, and in secret buru'd : And shrilling thouts and dving groans arise; Not fo fierce Capaneus' undaunted son,
With streaming blood the Rippery fields are dy'd, Stern as his fire, the boafter thus begun : 455 And Daughter'd heroes fwell the dreadful tide. 515
What needs, Ó Monarch, th's invidious praise, As to rents roll, increas'd by numerous rills, Ourselves to leffen, while our fires you raise With rage impetuous down their echoing hills; Dare to be just, Atrides! and confefs
Rush to the vales, and, pour'd along the plain, Cur valour equal, though our fury les.
Roar through a thousand channels to the main; With fewer troops we storm'd the Theban wall, The distant shepherd trembling lears the found :
520 And happier saw the sevenfold ci y fall.
So mix bosh hosts, and so their cries rebound. In impious acts the guilty fathers dy'd ;
The bold Antilochus the flaughter led, The fons subdu’!, for heaven was on their side. The first who struck a valiant Trojan dead : Far more than heirs of al our parents fame, At great Echepolus the lance arrives; Our : lories darken their diminish'd name. 465 Raz'd his high crest, and through hislielmet drives;
Tohim Tydides thus : My friend, forbear, Warm'd in the brain the brazen weapon lies, Suppress thy passion, and the king revere:
And shades eternal settle o'er his eyes. Eis high concern may well excuse this rate, So sinks a tourer, that long affaults had stood Whofe cause we follow, and whose war we wage ; Of force and fire; its walls besmear'd with blood. His the first praise, were llion's towers o'erthrown, Him, the bold * leader of th' Abantian throng 530 And, if we fail, the chief disgrace his own. Seiz'd to despoil, and drags'd the corpse along : Let him the Greeks to hardy toils excite, 'Tis ours to labour in the giorious fight,
But while he strove to tug th’inserted dart, But Phæbus now from Ilion's towering height 535 Agenor's javelin reach'd thc hero's heart.
Shines forth reveal'd, and animates the fight. His flank unguarded by his ample shield,
Trojans, be bold, and force with force oppose ; Admits the lance: he falls, and spurns the field ; | Your foaming steeds urge headlong on the focs!
| Nor are their bodies rocks, nor ribb'd with stcel; The nerves, unbrac'd, support his limbs no more ; | Your weapons enter, and yo .r strokes they feel. The soul comes floating in a tide of gore.
590 Trojans and Greeks now gather round the Nain ; Have ye forgot what seem'd your dread before? The war renews, the warriours bleed again ; The great, the fierce Achilles fights no more. As o'er their prey rapacious wolves engage, 540
Apollo thus from Ilion's lofty towers Man dies on man, and all is blood and rage. Array'd in terrors, rouz'd the Trojan powers ; In blooming youth fair Simoifius fell,
While War's fierce Goddess fires the Grecian foe, Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell :
595 Fair Simoïsius, whom his mother bore,
And shouts and thunders in the ficlds below. Amid the flocks on filver Simois' fhore ; 545 Then great Diores fell, by doom divine, The nymph descending from the hills of Ide, In vain his valour, and illustrious line. To seek her parents on his flowery side,
A broken rock the force of Pirus threw Brought forth the babe, their common care and I (who froni cold Ænus led the Thracian crew); joy,
600 And thence from Simois nam'd the lovely boy.
Simois nam'd the lovely boy. Full on his ankle dropt the ponderois ftone. Short was his date! by dreadful Ajax flain 550 Burst the strong nerves, and crafh'd the folid bone. He falls, and renders all their cares in vain ! Supinc he tumbles on the crimson fads, So falls a poplar, that in waterv ground
Before his helpless friends and native bands, Rais'dhigh the head, with stately branches crown'd, And spreads for aid his unavailing hands. 6053 (Felld by some artist with his shining steel, The foe rush'd furious as he pants fo: breath, To hope the circle of the bending wheel) 555 And through his navel drove the pointed death : Cut down it lies, tall, smooth, and largely spread, His gushing entrails smok'd upon the ground, With all its beauteous honours on its head; And the warm life came issuing from the wound. There, left a fubject to the wind and rain,
His lance bold Thoas at the conqueror sent, 610 And scorch'd by suns, it withers on the plain. Deep in his breast above the pap it went. Thus pierc'd by Ajax, Simoïsius lies
560 Amid the lungs was fix'd the winged wood, Stretch'd on the shore, and thus neglected dies. | And quivering in his heaving bofom stood :
At Ajax Antiphus his javelin threw; 2 Till from the dying chief, approaching ncar, The pointed lance with erring fury few,
Th' Ætolian warriour tugg'd his weighty spear : And Leucus, loy'd by wise UlyíTes, new.
615 He drops the corpse of Sinoïsius lain, - 565
Then sudden wav'd his fiaming faulchion round, And finks a breathless carcase on the plain. | And gaflı'd his belly with a ghaftly wound, í This law Ulysses, and with grief enrag'd
The corpse now breathless on the bloody plain, Strode where the foremost of the foes engag'd;
To spoil his arms the victor strovc in vain; Arm'd with his spear, he meditates the wound, The Thracian bands against the victor prest; 620 In act to throw; but, cautious, look'd around. 570 A grove of lances glitter'd at his breast. Struck at his fight the Trojans backward drew, Stern Thoas, gl?ring with revengeful eyes, And trembling heard the javelin as it flew. In sullen fury Nowly quits the prize. A chief stood nigh, wlio from Abydos came, Thus fell two heroes; one the pride of Thrace, Old Priam's son, Democoön was his name ; And one the leader of th' Epeian race : 625 The weapon enter'd close above his ear, 575 Death's fable shade at once o'ercast their eyes, Cold through his temples glides the whizzing spear; In dust the vanquish'd, and the victor lies. With piercing shricks the youth resigns his breath, With copicus Daughter all the fields are red, His eye-balls darken with the shades of death; And heap'd with growing mountains of the dead. Ponderous he falls; his clanging arms resound; Had some brave chief this martial scene beheld, And his broad buckler rings against the ground. By Pallas guarded through the dreadful field;
580 Miglit darts be bid to turn their points away, Seiz'd with affright the boldest foes appear; And swords around him innocently play ; EY’n god-like Hector seems himself to fear ; The war's whole art with wonder had he feen, Slow he gave way, the rest tumultuous fled; And counted heroes where he counted men. 635 The Greeks with shouts press on, and spoil the so fought each host with thirst of glory fir'd, dead:
And crowds on crowds triumphantly expir'd.
DIOMED, asisted by Pallas, performs wonders in this day's battle. Pandarus
wounds him with an arrow, but the Goddess cures him, enables him to discern Gods from mortals, and prohibits him from contending with any of the former, excepting Venus. Æneas joins Pandarus to oppose him : Pandarus is killed, and Æneas in great danger, but for the asistance of Venus; who, as me is removing her son from the fight, is wounded in the hand by Diomed. Apollo seconds her in his rescue, and at length carries off Æneas to Troy, where he is healed in the temple of Pergamus. Mars rallies the Trojans, and afifts Hector to make a stand, In the mean time Æneas is restored to the field, and they overthrow several of the Greeks; among the rest Tlepolemus is pain by Sarpedon. Juno and Minerva defiend to refift Mars; the latter incites Diomed to go against that God; he wounds him, and sends him groaning to heaven. The first battle continues through this book. The scene is the same as in the former,
D UT Pallas now Tydides' soul inspires, Not so, Tydides, few thy lance in vain, 25 D Fills with her force, and warms with all her But pierc'd his breast, and stretchd him on the fires,
plain. Above the Greeks his deathless fame to raise, Seiz'd with unusual fear, Idæus fied, And crown her hero with distinguish'd praise. | Left the rich chariot, and his brother dead. High on his lielın celestial lightnings play, 5 | And, had not Vulcan lent celestial aid, His beamy Thield cmits a living rav;
He too had link to death's eternal Thade; 30 Th'unweary'd blaze incessant streams supplies, But in a smoky cloud the God of fire Like the red star that fires thi' autunnal skies, Preferv'd the fon, in pity to the fire. When fresh he rears his radiant orb to fight, The steeds and chariot, to the navy led, And, bath'd in Ocean, shoots a keener ligh:. 10 Encreas'd the spoils of gallant Diomed. Such glories Pallas on the chief bestow'd,
Struck with amaze and shame, the Trojan crew, Suchi, from his arms, the fierce effulgence fow'd: Onward the drives him, furious to engage, Or Nain, or fled, the fons of Dares view; Where the fight burns, and where the thickeit rage. When by the blood-stain's hand Minerva prest
The sons of Dares first the combat sought, 15 | The God of battles, and this speech addrest : A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault ; . Stern power of war! by whom the mighty fall, In Vulcan's fanę the father's days were led, | Who bathe in blood, and shake the lofty wall! 40 The sons to toils of glorious battle bred;
Let the brave chiefs their glorious toils divide; There singled from their troops the fight maintain, And whose the conquest mighty Jove decide : These from their steeds, Tydides on the plain. 20 While we from interdicted fields retire, Fierce for renown the brother chieis draw near, Nor tempt the wrath of heaven's avenging Sire. And first bold Phegeus cafts his founding spear, Her words allay'd th' impetuous warriour's Which o'er the warriour's thoulder took its course,
heat, And spent in empty air its erring forcc. | The God of arms and Martial Maid retreat ;
Remov'd from fight, on Xanthus' flowery bounds | Thus toil'd the chiefs, in different parts engag'd, They sat, and listened to the dying founds. In every quarter fierce Tydides rag'd,
Meantime the Greeks the Trojan race pursue, Amid the Greek, amid the Trojan train, And some bold chieftain every leader new : 50 Rapt through the ranks, he thunders o'er the First Odius falls, and bites the bloody fand,
plain ; His death ennobled by Atrides' hand;
Now here, now there, he darts from place to place, As he to fight his wheeling car addrest,
Pours on the rear, or lightens in their face. 115 The speedy javelin drove from back to breast. Thus from high hills the torrents swift and strong In duft the mighty Halizonian lay,
Deluge whole fields, and sweep the trees along, His arms resound, the spirit wings its way. Through ruin'd moles the rushing wave resounds,
Thy fate was next, o Phæstus! doom'd to feel O'erwhelms the bridge, and bursts the lofty bounds. The great Idomeneus' portended steel ;
The yellow harvests of the ripen’d year, 120 Whom Borus sent (his son, and only joy)
And Aatted vineyards, one fad wasto appcar! From fruitful Tarne to the fields of Troy. 60 While Jove defcends in Nuicy Meets of rain, The Cretán javelin reach'd him from afar, And all the labours of mankind are vain. And pierc'd his shoulder as he mounts his car; So rag'd Tydides, boundless in his ire, Back from the car he tumbles to the ground, Drove armies back, and made all Troy retire. 125 And everlasting shades his eyes surround.
With grief the * leader of the Lycian band Then dy'd Scamandrius, expert in the chace, 65 Saw the wide waste of his destructive hand : In woods and wilds to wound the savage race : His bended bow against the chief he drew; Diana taught him all her sylvan arts,
Swift to the mark the thirsty arrow flew, To bend the bow, and aim imerring darts : Whose forky point the hollow breast-plate tore, But vainly here Diana's arts he tries,
130 The fatal lance arrests him as he flies; 70 | Deep in his shoulder pierc'd, and drank his gore : From Menelaüs arm the weapon sent,
The rushing stream his brazen armour dy'd, Throngh bis broad back and heaving bosom went: While the proud archer thus exulting cry'd: Down finks the warriour with a thundering sound, 1 Hither, ye Trojans, hither drive your steeds ! His brazen armour rings against the ground. Lo! by our hand the bravest Grecian bleeds. 135 Next artful Phereclus untimely fell ;
Not long the dreadful dart lie can sustain ; Bold Merion sent him to the realms of hell. Or Phæbus urg'd me to these fields in vain. Thy father's skill, o Phereclus, was thine,
So spoke he, boastful; but the winged dart The graceful fabrick and the fair design;
Stopt short of life, and mock'd the shooter's art. For, lov'd by Pallas, Pallas did impart
The wounded chief, behind his car retir'd, 140 To him the shipwright's and the builder's art. 80 The helping hand of Sthenelus requir'd; Beneath his hand the fleet of Paris rose, . Swift from his seat he leap'd upon the ground, The fatal cause of all his country's woes; And tugg'd the weapon from the gushing wound; But he, the mystick will of Heaven unknown, When thus the king his guardian power addrest, Nor saw his country's peril, nor his own.
The purple current wandering o'er his veft: 145 The hapless artist, while confus'd he fed, 85 O progeny of Jove! unconquer'd maid ! The spear of Merion mingled with the dead, If e'er my god-like Sire deserv'd thy aid, Through his right hip with forceful fury cast, If e'er I felt thee in the fighting field, Between the bladder and the bone it past:
Now, Goddess, now thy sacred succour yield. Prone on his knees he falls with fruitless cries, Oh give my lance to reach the Trojan knight, 150 And death in lasting sumber seals his eyes, 90 Whose arrow wounds the chief thou guard'ft in From Meges' force the swift Pedæus fled,
fight; Antenor's offspring from a foreign bed,
And lay the boaster groveling on the shore, Whose generous spouse, Theano, heavenly fair, | That vaunts these eyes shall view the light no more. Nurs'd the young stranger with a mother's care. Thus pray'd Tydides, and Minerva heard ; How vain those cares! when Meges in the rear His nerves confirm’d, his languid spirits chear'd,
155 Full in his nape infix'd the fatal spear!
He feels each limb with wonted vigour light; Swift through his crackling jaws the weapon glides, His beating bosom claims the promis'd fight. And the cold tongue the grinning teeth divides. Be bold (The cry'd), in every combat shine,
Then dy'd Hypsenor, generous and divine, War be thy province, thy protection mine; Sprung from the brave Dolopian's mighty line, 100 Ruth to the fight, and every foe controul; 160 Who near ador'd Scamander made abode, Wake each paternal virtue in thy soul : Priest of the stream, and honour'd as a God. Strength swells thy boiling breast, infus'd by me, On him, amidst the flying numbers found, And all thy god-like father breathes in thee! Eurypylus inflicts a deadly wound;
Yet more, from mortal mifts I purge thy eyes, On his broad shoulders fell the forceful brand, And set to view the warring Deities. 16;
105 These see thou shun, through all th' embattled Then glancing downward lopp'd his holy hand, plain, Which stain'd with sacred blood the blushing Nor rashly strive where human force is vain.
fand. Down funk the priest ; the purple hand of death Clos'd his dim eye, and fate fuppress'd his breath.
If Venus mingle in the martial band,
To him the Lycian : Whom your eyes behold, Her shalt thou wound; so Pallas gives command.
With that, the blue-ey'd virgin wing'd her flight; If right I judge, is Diomed the bold ! The hero rush'd impetuous to the fight;
Such courfers whirl him o'er the dusty field, With tenfold ardour now invades the plain, So towers his helmet, and so flames his Thield. Wild with delay, and more enrag'd by pain. If 'tis a God, he wears that chief's disguise ; As on the fleecy focks, when hunger calls, Or if that chics, fome guardian of the skies 235 Amidst the field a brindled lion falls ; 175 Involv'd in clouds, protects him in the fray, If chance some Thepherd with a distant dart And turns unseen the frustrate dart away. The favage wound, he rouzes at the smart, I wing'd an arrow, which not idly fell, He foams, he roars; the shepherd dares not stay, The stroke had fix'd him to the gates of hell : But trembling leaves the scattering flocks a prey; And, but some God, fome angry God withstands, Heaps fall on heaps; he bathes with blood the
His fate was due to these unerring hands. Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound. Skill'd in the bow, on foot I sought the war, Not with less fury stern Tydides flew ;
Nor join'd swift horses to the rapid car. And iwo brave leaders at an instant new: Ten polish'd chariots I poffess'd at home, Altynous breathless fell, and by inis fide
And still they grace Lycaon's princely dome : 245 His people's pattor, good Hypenor, dy'd; 185 There veil'd in spacious coverlets they stand; Astynous' breast the deadly lance receives,
And twice ten coursers wait their lord's command. Hypenor's shoulder his broad faulchion cleaves. The good old warriour bid me truft to thele, Those Nain he left; and sprung with noble rage When first for Troy I fail'd the sacred seas; Abas and Polyidus to engage ;
In fields aloft the whirling car to guide, Sons of Eurydamas, who, wise and old, 190 And through the ranks of death triumphant ride: Could fates foresee, and mystic dreams unfold; But vain with youth, and yet to thrift inclin'd, The youths return'd not from the doubtful plain, I heard his councils with unheedful mind, And the sad father try'd his arts in vain ;
And thought the steeds (your large supplies unNo mystic dream could make their fates appear, known) Though now determin'd by Tvdides' spear. 195 Might fail of forage in the straiten'd town: 255
Young Xanthus next, and Thoön felt his rage;So took my bow and pointed darts in hand, The joy and hope of Phænops' feeble age; And left the chariots in my native land. Vast was his wealth, and there the only heirs Too late, O friend ! my rashness I deplore; Of all his labours, and a life of cares.
There shafts, once fatal, carry death no more. Cold death o'ertakes them in their blooming years, Tydeus' and Atreus' sons their points have found,
200 And leaves the father unavailing tears : : And undifsembled gore pursued the wound. To strangers now descends his wealthy store, In vain they bled: this unavailing bow The race forgotten, and the name no more. Serves, not to slaughter, but provoke the foe. Two sons of Priam in one chariot ride
In evil hour these bended horns I strung, Glittering in arms, and combat side by side. 205 and seiz'd the quiver where it idly hung. 265 As when the lordly lion seeks his food
Curs'd be the fate that sent me to the field Where grazing heifers range the lonely wood, | Without a warriour's arms, the spear and shield; He leaps amidst them with a furious bound, If e'er with life I quit the Trojan plain, Bends their strong necks, and tears them ti the 1f e'er I see my spouse and fire again, ground:
This bow, unfaithful to my glorious aims, 270 So from their seats the brother chiefs are torn, 210 Broke by my hand, shall feed the blazing flames. Their steeds and chariot to the navy borne.
To whom the leader of the Dardan race : With deep concern divine Æneas view'd
Be calm, nor Phæbus' honour'd gift difgrace. The foc prevailing, and his friends pursued,
The distant dart be prais'd, though here we need 'Through the thick form of singing spears he flies, The rushing chariot, and the bounding steed. 275 Exploring Pandarus with caietul eyes, 215 Against yon hero let us bend our course, At length he sound Lycaon's mighty fon;
And hand to hand, encounter force with force. To whom the chief of Venus' race begun:
Now mount my seat, and from the chariot's height Where, Pandarus, are all thy honours now, Observe my father's steeds, renown'd in fight, Thy winged arrows and unerring bow,
Practis'd alike to turn, to stop, to chace, 280 Thy matchless skill, thy yet unrivall'd fame, 120 To dare the shock, or urge the rapid race : And boasted glory of the Lycian name?
Secure with these, through fighting fields we go ; Oh pierce that mortal: if we mortal call
Or safe to Troy, if Jove allift the foe. That wondrous force by which whole armies fall; Hafte, seize the whip, and snatch the guiding Or God incens'd, who quits the distani ikies
rein; . To punish Troy for flighied sacrifice;
The warriour's fury let this arm sustain; 285 (Which, oh, avert from our unhapry state! Or, if to combat thy bolj heart incline, For what so dreadful as celestial i ate :)
Take thou the spear, the chariot's care be mine. Whoe'er he be, propitiate Jove with pia; er ;
O prince ! (Lycaon's valiant son reply'd) If man destroy ; if God, intr-ar to spare.
As thine the steeds, be thine the task to guide.