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OVER THE DEAD BODY OF HECTOR.
Then caught his hands, and kiss'd and press’d them. And there, with tears and sighs, afresh begut close,
To mourn the fall of his ill-fated son.
But, as a wretch who has a murder done, Till sorrow seem'd to wear one common face.
THE LAMENTATIONS OF
HECUBA, ANDROMACHE, AND HELEN,
TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER, ILIAD file “ Divine Achilles, at your feet behold A prostrate king, in wretchedness grown old :
Beginning at the line: Think on your father, and then look on me,
'Hώς δε κροκόσιαλος έκίδνατο πάσαν επ' αίαν. His hoary age and helpless person see; So furrow'd are his cheeks, so white his hairs, Such, and so many, his declining years ; Could you imagine (but that cannot be)
CONNECTION OF THIS WITH THE FORMER TRANSLATION. Could you imagine such, his misery! Yet it may come, when he shall be oppressid, Priam, at last, moves Achilles to compassion, and, And neighbouring princes lay his country waste ; after having made him presents of great ralue, Evin at this time, perhaps, some powerful fue, obtains the body of his son. Mercury awakens Who will no mercy, no compassion, show,
Priam early in the morning, and advises him to Entering bis palace, sees him feebly fly,
haste away with the body, lest Agamemnon And seek protection where no help is nigh.
should be informed of his being in the camp: In vain he may your fatal absence mourn,
he himself helps to harness the mules and horses, And wish, in vain, for your delay'd return;
and conveys him safely, and without noise, cha. Yet, that he hears you live, is some relief;
riot and all, from among the Grecian tents; Some hopes alleviate his excess of grief';
then flies up to Heaven, leaving Priam and luxus It glads his soul to think he once may see
to travel on with the body toward Troy. His much-lov'd son; would that were granted
But I, most wretched I ! of all bereft!
Now did the saffron morn her beams display, Yet fifty goodly youths I had to boast,
Gilding the face of universal day; When first the Greeks invaded Ilion's coast: When mourning Priam to the town return'd; Nineteen, the joyful issue of one womb,
Slowly his chariot mov’d, as that had mourn'd; alas! a mournful tribute of one tomb. The mules beneath the mangled body go, Merciless War this devastation wrought,
As bearing (now) unusual weight of woe. And their strong nerves to dissolution brought. To Pergamus' high top Cassandra flies,
“ Still one was left, in whom was all my bope, Thence she afar the sad procession spies : My age's comfort, and his country's prop;
Her father and Idæus first appear, Hector, my darling, and my last defence,
Then Hector's corpse extended on a bier; Whose life alone their deaths could recompense ;
At which her boundless grief loud crics began,
Behold the godlike Hcctor's funeral !
Adorn'd with conquerst and with laurels, home, A worthless ransom for so brave a son.
Assemble now, his ransom'd body see, “ Fear the just gods, Achilles ; and on me What once was all your joy; now all your misery'* With pity look, think you your father see ;
She spake, and straight the numerous crowd Such as I am, he is; alone in this,
obey'd, I can no equal have in iniscries;
Nor man, nor woman, in the city stay'd; Of all mankind most wretched and forlorn,
Common consent of grief had made them one, Bow'd with such weight as never has been borne; Witli clamorons moan to Scæa's gate they run, Reduc'd to kneel and pray to you, from whom There the lov'd body of their Hector meet, The spring and source of all my sorrows come; Which they, with loud and fresh lamentings, greet With gifts to court mine and my country's bane, His rever nd mother, and his tendor wife, And kiss those hauds which have my children slain.” Equal in love, in grif had «qual strife: He spake
In sorrow they 10 moderation kw, Now sadness o'er Achilles' face appears,
But, wildly wailing, to the chariot few; Priam he views, and for his father fears;
There strore the rolling wheels to hold, while each That, and compassion, melt hiin into tears. Attempted first his breathless corpse to reach ; Then gently with his hand he put away
Aloud they beat their breasts; and tore their hair, Old Prian's face; but he still prostrate lay, Rending around, with shrieks, the suffering an.
ANDROMACHE, HECUBA, AND HELEN'S LAMENTATIONS. 277
“ Hector, my joy, and to my soul more dear Give way to me, and yield the chariot room:
O my last comfort, and my best-belov'd! First let me bear my Hector's body home,
Thou, at whose fall even Jove himself was mov'd, Then mourn your fill.” At this the crowd gave
And sent a god his dread commands to bear, Yielding like waves of a divided sea. (way,
So far thou wert high Heaven's peculiar care ; Idæus to the palace drove, then laid,
From fierce Achilles' chains thy corpse was freed, With care, the body on a sumptuous bed,
So kind a fate was for none else decreed: And round about were skilful singers placd,
My other sons, made prisoners by his hands, Who wept, and sigh'd, and in sad notes express'd
Were sold like slaves, and shipt to foreign lands. Their moan; all in a chorus did agree
Thou too wert sentenc'd by his barbarous doom, Of universal mournful barmony,
And dragg'd, when dead, about Patroclus' tomb, When first Andromache her passion broke,
His lov'd Patroclus, whom thy hands had slain : And thus (close pressing his pale cheeks) she
And yet that cruelty was us'd in vain, spoke ;
Since all could not restore his life again.
Now fresh and glowinc, ev'n in death thou art, ANDROMACHE'S LAMENTATION.
And fair as he who fell by Phæbus' dart.” “O my lost husband! let me ever mourn
Here weeping Hecuba her passion stay'd,
And universal moan again was made; Thy early fate, and too untimely urn:
When Helen's lamentation her's supply'd, In the full pride of youth thy glories fade,
And thus, aloud, that fatal beauty cry'd.
“ O Hector! thou sert rooted in my heart, Why do I live, who am of thee bereft?
No brother there had half so large a part! Yet I were blest, were I alone undone ;
Not less than twenty years are now pass’d o'er, Alas, my child! where can an infant run?
Since first I landed on the Trojan shore; Unhappy orphan ! thou in woes art nurs’d; Since I with godlike Paris fled from home: Why were you born?-I am with blessings curs'a ! (Would I had dy'd before that day bad come !) For, long ere thou shalt be to manhood grown, In all which time (so gentle was thy mind) Wide desolation will lay waste this town:
I ne'er could charge thee with a deed unkind; Who is there now that can protection give,
Not one untender word, or look of scorn,
If by my sisters or the queen revil'd,
Your kindness still las all my grief beguild.
All will reproach me now where'er I pass,
This said, she wept; and the vast throng was Else some avenging Greek, with fury fillid,
mov'd, Or for an only son or father kill'd
And with a general sigh ber grief approv’d. By Hector's hand, on him will vent his rage,
When Priam (who had beard the mourning crowd) And with bis blood his thirsty grief assuage; Rose from his scat, and thus he spake aloud : For many fell by his relentless hand, [sta in'd. “ Cease your lamentings, Trojans, for a while, Biting that ground, with which their blood was And fell down trees to build a funeral pile;
· Fierce was thy father (O my child!) in war, Fear not an ambush by the Grecians laid, And never did his foes in battle spare; [cost, For with Achilles twelve days truce I made.” Thence come these sufferings, which so much have He spake; and all obey'd as with one mind, Much woe to all, but sure to me the most. Chariots were brought, and mules and oxen join'd; I saw him not when in the pangs of death,
Forth from the city all the people went, Nor did my lips receive his latest breath;
And nine days space was in that labour spent ; Why held he not to me his dying hand ?
The tenth, a most stupendous pile they male, And why receiv'd not I his last command ?
And on the top the maply Hector laid, Something he would have said, bad I been there, Then gave it fire; while all, with weeping cycs, Which I should still in sad remembrance bear; Behold the rolling flames and smoke arise. For I could never, never words forget,
All night they wipt, and all the night it burn'd; Which night and day I should with tears repeat.” But when the rosy morn with day return'd,
She spake, and wept afresh, when all around About the vile the thronging people came, A gencral sigh diffus'd a mournful sound.
And with black wine quench'd the remaining flame, Then Hecuba, who long har been opprest
His brothers then and friends search'd every where, With boiling passions in her aged breast,
And, gathering up his snowy bones with care, Mingling ber words with sighs and tears, begun Wept o'er them; when an urn of gold was brought, A lamentation for her darling son.
Wrapt in sott purple palls, and richly wrought,
In which the sacred ashes were interr'd,
In vain's thy inexhausted store Then o'er his grave a monument they rear'd.
Of wealth, in vain thy power; Meantime strong guards were plac'd, and careful Thy honours, titles, all must fail, spies,
Where piety itself can nought avail.
Must all be huddled to the grave,
In vain the fearful flies alarms,
In vain avoids the faithless seas,
And is contin'd to home and case,
Bounding his knowledge, to extend his days.
In vain arc all those arts we try,
All our evasions, and regret to die:
From the contagion of mortality,
No clime is pure, no air is free: Tus tyrant queen of soft desires,
And no retreat
Is so obscure, as to be hid from Fate,
Thou must, alas ! thou must, my friend; And re-admit love's long-rejected fires.
(The very hour thou now dost spend For beauteous Glycera I burn,
In studying to avoid, brings on thy end) The flames so long repeil'd with double force return.
Thou must forego the dearest joys of life ; Matchless her face appears, :nd shines more bright and all the much-lovid offspring of her womb,
Leave the warm bosom of thy tender wife,
'To moulder in the cold embraces of a tomb. And with a grateful sullenness she charms:
All inust be left, and all be lost; Each look darts forth a thousand rays,
Thy house, whose stately structure so much cost,
Shall not afford
Room for the stinking carcase of its lord.
Of all thy pleasant gardens, grots, and bowers, She comes! she comes ! she rushes in my veins !
Thy costly fruits, thy far-fetch'd plants and At once all Venus enters, and at large she reigns !
flowers, Cyprus no more with her abode is blest,
Nought shalt thou save; I ain her palace, and her throne my breast.
Or but a sprig of rosemary shalt have, Of savage Scythian aris no more I write,
To wither with thee in the grave:
The rest shall live and fourish, to upbraid
Their transitory master dead.
Then shall thy long-expecting heir
A joyful mourning wear : Vervain and gums, and the green turf prepare; And riot in the waste of that estate With wine of two years old your cups be fill’d : Which thou hast taken so much pains to get After our sacrifice and prayer,
All thy hid stores he shall unfold,
That precious wine, condenn'd by thee
Bury'd alive though now it lies,
Agajn shall rise;
Again its sparkling surface shom,
And free as element profusely flow,
With such high food he shall set forth his feasta,
That cardinals shall wish to be his guests ; Eheu fugaces, Posthume, Posthumne, Labuntur anni, &c.
And pamper'd prelates see
Themselves outdone in luxury.
This pious artifice.
IN IMITATION OF HORACE,
Which Time himself can never run
Vides ut alta, &c,
less me, 'tis cold ! how chill the air ! A short extent to the most lasting breath;
How naked does the world appear! And though thou could'st for sacrifice lay down But see (big with the offspring of the North) Millions of other lives to save thy own,
The teeming clouds bring forth : 'Twere fruitless all; not all would bribe
A shower of soft and fleecy rain One supernumerary gasp from Death,
Falls, to new-clothe the earth again
ODR IX. LIB. I.
Behold the mountain-tops around,
I 200k'd, and I sigh’d, and I wish'd I could speak, The universal mantle hides the trees
And very tain would have been at her; In hoary Aakes, which downward fly,
But when I strove most my great passion to break, As if it were the autumn of the sky :
Still then I said Icast of the matter. Trembling, the groves sustain their weight, and I swore to myself, and resolv'd I would try bow
Some way my poor heart to recover; Like aged limbs, which feebly go
But that was all vain, for I sooner could die, Beneath a venerable head of snow.
Than live with forbearing to love her. Diffusive cold does the whole Earth invade,
Dear Cælia, be kind then; and since your own eyes Like a disease, through all its veins 'tis spread,
By looks can command adoration, And each late living stream is numb'd and dead.
Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise Let's melt the frozen hours, make warm the
Those oglings that tell you my passion. air;
We'll look, and we'll love, and though neither Let cheerful fires Sol's feeble beams repair;
should speak, Fill the large bowl with sparkling wine;
The pleasure we'll still be pursuing; Let's drink till our own faces shine,
And so, without words, I don't doubt wo may make
A very good end of this wooing.
They are with wine incorporate;
FAIR Cælia love pretended, And let it storm and thunder, hail and snow, And nam'd the myrtle bower, 'Tis Hearen's concern; and let it be
Where Damon long attended The care of Heaven still for me:
Beyond the promis'd hour. Those winds which rend the oaks and plough the
At length impatient growing
Of anxious expectation,
His heart with rage o'erflowing,
He vented thus his passion.
“ To all the sex deceitful, The present moment's all our store;
A long and last adieu; The next should Heaven allow,
Since women prove ungrateful Then this will be no more:
As oft as men prove true. So all our life is but one instant now,
The pains they cause are many, Look on each day you've past
And long and hard to bear; To be a mighty treasure won ;
'The joys they give (if any) And lay each moment out in haste;
Few, short, and unsincere.”
But Cælia now, repenting
Her breach of assignation, Which from decrepit age will fly;
Arriv'd with eyes consenting, The flowers that flourish in the spring,
And sparkling inclination, In winter's cold embraces die.
Like Cytherea smiling,
She blush'd, and laid his passion; Now Love, that everlasting boy, invites
The shepherd ceas'd reviling,
And sung this recantation.
“ How engaging, how endearing, But eagerly prevents the hour with swifter feet.
Is a lover's pain and care !
After absence or despair!
Women wise increasc desiring,
By contriving kind delays;
And advancing, or retiring,
All they mean is more to please.”
Alas! what pains, what racking thoughts he proru And cunningly instruct him in the way.
Who lives remov'd from her he dearest luves!
In cruel absence doom'd past joys to mourn, Thus to almighty Love I cry'd,
“ Blessings greater none can have, Save me from absence, Love, or let me die. Art thou not Amynta's slave?
Cease, fond mortal, to implore,
For Love, ev'n Love limself's no more."
Cruel Amynta, can you see Though I deplore her change.
A heart thus torn, which you betray'd? In hours of bliss we oft have met,
Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me, They could not always last;
But through your eyes the conquest made. And though the present I regret,
In ambush there the traitor lay,
Where I was led by faithless smiles;
Whom inuch security beguiles.
FOR TWO WOMEN.
And now the Sun begins to rise ;
From his bright beams, than her fair eyess
But different fates ere night fulfil ;
How many will her coldness kill!
1. I love and am belov'd again,
2. I love, and am belov'd again,
1. Men will grow faint with tedious fasting :
2. And both will tire with often tasting, When they find the bliss not lasting.
1. Love is complete in kind possessing.
CHORUS OF BOTH.
And granting desire,
We feed not the fire,
A LADY'S HAVING WRIT TERSES
IN PRAISE OF ANOTHER LADY.
ELL me no more I am deceived,
That Cloe's false and common;
She was a very woman :
She could do niore for no man.
And that you think a hard thing :
And what care I one farthing?
Who has the better bargain?
HUNT, UNDER HER PICTURE DRAWN PLAYING ON
ERE there on Farth another voice like thine,
THE PETITION. “ GRANT me, gentle Love;” said I, « One dear blessing ere I die; Long I've borne excess of pain, Let me now some bliss obtain
If I but ask the favour;
When she believes P'll leave her.