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“ Horrour and grief at once my heart assail'd; A slender fir, ten cubit lengths, I found Presages sad o'er ev'ry hope prevail'd.

Fall'u from a mould'ring bank, and stript it round. My distant country rush'd upon my mind ; This for the mast, with bulrush ropes 1 ty'd; My friends, my weeping parents, left behind. A pole to steer the rudder's use supply'd : Now lost to hope, and furious from despair, Four goat-skins join'd I fitted for the sail, With both my hands I rent my rooted hair; And spread it with a pole to catch the gale. And, in an agony of sorrow, prest,

Each chink with gum, against the brine I clos'd : With strokes repeated oft, my heaving breast. And the whole work beneath a shade disposid, All day I mourn'd; but when the setting ray Where, from the hills descending to the main, Retir'd, and ev'ning shades expellid the day; A winding current cuts the sandy plain. Encourag'd by the night, I sought the plain; Nuts and dry'd figs in baskets next I shar'd; And, wand'ring anxious 'midst the mangled And liquid stores in bags of skin prepard : slain,

And waited anxious till the southern gale, Oft call'd to know if any of the band

From the dire coast, should bear my dying sail. Did yet survive, escap'd the monster's hand : Nine days I stay'd; and still the northern breeze, But none reply'd. Along the desert shore From great Hesperia, swept the wbit'ning seas : All night I wander'd, 'midst the sulien roai But on the tenth it chang'd; and when the hour Of bursting billows; till the morning ray Of twilight call'd the giant to his byw'r, Appcard to light my solitary way.

Down from my grotto to the shore I came, 'Twas then I reach'd a mountain's height o'er- And call'd the god who rules the ocean's stream; spread

Oblations vow'd, if, by his mighty haud W'th thickets close, and dark impending shade, Conducted safe, I found my native land. Hung o’or a valley, where a river leads

And, turning where conceald my vessel lay, His wand'ring current through a grove of reeds. The rope I loos’d, and push'd her to the bay ;

“ Thither I went; and, op'ning to the deep, The sail unfurl'd, and, steering from the strand, A cavern found beneath the rocky steep:

Rehind me left with joy the hated land. The haunt of mountain goats, when wint'ry rains “All night, by breezes sped, the prow divides Have chas'd them from the hills and naked | The deep, and o'er the billows lightly glides. plains.

But when the dawn, prevailing o'er the night, Gladly I enter'd; for, deceiv'd by fear,

Had ting'd the glowing east with purple light, I always thought the barb'rous Cyclops near; The air was hush'd : deserted by the gale, His form descry'd in ev'ry tree benind,

Loose to the mast descends the empty sail. And heard his voice approaching in the wind. And full against my course a current came, Of honey there a sweet repast I found,

Which hurl'd ine backwards, floating on its stream, In clusters hanging from the cliffs around. Towards the land. I saw the shores draw near; My hunger soon appeas'd, the gentle pow'r And the long billows on the beach appear. Of sleep subdu'd me till the ev’ning bour. The cruel Cyclops spy'd me, as he drove 'Twas then I wak'd; and to the deep below, His pasl’ring flock along the hills above; Through thickets, creep'd with careful steps and winding through the groves his secret way, and slow;

Conceal'd behind a promontory lay ; And gaz'd around if any hut were there,

Prepar'd to siatch me, when his arm could reach Or solitary wretch my grief to share :

My skiff, which drove ungovern'd to the beach, But none appear’d. I climb'd a mountain's head, I mark'd his purpose ; furious from despair, Where, wide before me, lay the ocean spread; With both my hands I rent my rooted hair; And there no object met my wishing eyes, And on the poop with desp'rate purpose stood, But billows bounded by the setting skies. Prepard to plunge into the wbelming flood. Vet still I gaz'd, till night's prevailing sway But Neptune sav'd me in that perilous hour; Extinguish'd, in the west, the ev'ning ray. The hcaulong current felt his present pow'r: Hopeless and sad, desceriding from my stan!, Back from the shore it turn'd at his command, I wander'd on the solitary strand,

[roar | And bore me joyful from the fatal strand. Through the thick gloom; and heard the sullen The Cyclops rex’d, as when some fowler spies, Of billows burstiny on the desert shore.

Safe from his cover'd snares, the quarry rise, Thus ten long years I liv'd conceald by day, His seat forsook, and, leaning o'er the steep, Under a rock on wither'd leaves I lay;

Sirove with soft words to lure me from the deep. At dawn and twilight on the mountains stoo:1, 'Stranger, approach ! nor tly this friendly strand; Exploring with my eyes the pathless flood; Share the free blessings of a happy land : Impatient till some friendly sail should come, Here, from each cliti, a stream of honey fors; To waft me to my sire and native home:

And ev'ry hill with purple vintage glows. But none appeard. The pilots shun the shores Approach ; your fear forget ; iny bounty share; Where Æına flames, and dire Charybdis roars; My kindness prove and hospitable care.' And where the curs'd Cyclopean brothers reign, As to allure me thus the monster try'd, The lonely tyrants of the desert plain.

His fraud I knew; and rashly thus reply'd : Press'd by despair, at last 1 dar'd to brave, "Talk not of friendship; well I know the door E'en in a skiff, the terrours of the wave; Of such as to your dire dominions come: Contemning all the perils in my way,

These eyes beheld when, with a ruthless band, For worse it seem'd than death itself to stay. My wretched mates you murder'd on the strand.

« Of uziers soft the bending hull I wove; Two su'd for mercy; but their limbs you tore And ply'd the skins of mountain goats above. With brutal rage, and drank their streaming gore.

If Hear'n's dread sov’reign to my vengeful hand To Neptune sacred on the beach it stands,
His wasting flames would yield, and forked brand, Conspicuous from the sea and distant lands.
Scorch'd on the cliffs, your giant limbs should Assembled on the shore the people stood

On every side extended, like a wood:
The mountain wolves, and all the rav'nous breed.' And in the midst 1 saw a pillar rise,

“I said; and from the south a rising brecze Of sacred smoke, ascending to the skies. Brush'd the thick woods, and swept the curling 'Twas there I reach'd the hospitable strand, seas.

And, joyful, fix'd my vessel to the land. Above the waves my vessel lightly flew ;

"There, with his peers, your royal sire I found; The ocean widen'd, and the shores with Irew. And fell before him prostrate on the ground, Inrag'd the Cyclops, rushing down the steep, Imploring aid; my lineage I reveald, Eager to snatch me, plung'd into the deep: Nor aught of all my tedious toils conceal'd. My flight he follow'd with gigantic strides, Attentive as I spoke the hero heard, And stem'd with both his knees the rushing tides. Nor credulous nor diffident appeard ; Soon had I perish'd, but escap'd again,

For prudence taught him, neither to receive Protected by the god who rules the main. With easy faith, or rashly disbeliere. He sent a spectre from bis wat'ry caves ;

“ O son of Neleus ! though you justly claim, Like mist it rose and hover'd o'er the waves. Por eloquence and skill, superior fame; A skiff like mine, by art divine, it grew;

Yet to an equal glory ne'er aspire: And to the left across the ocean flew.

Vain were the hope to emulate your sire. With course divided, where the pilot spies Eight days we feasted; still the fowing bowl Amid the deep two desert islands rise,

Return'd, and sweet discourse, to glad the soul, In shape, like altars, so by sailors nam'd,

With pleasure heard; as comes the sound of rain, A mark for pilots, else for pothing fam'd; In summer's drought, to cheer the careful swain. The angry giant doubting stod, nor knew And when the ninth returning morn arose, Which to forsake, the shadow or the true: Sixty bold mariners the hero chose, For both seemd equal. By the fates misled, Skill'd, through the deep, the flying keel to guide, He chac'd the airy image as it fled;

And sweep, with equal oars, the hoary tide: Nor reach'd it: for it led him through the main, They trimm'd a vessel, by their lord's comAs the bright rainbow mocks some simple swain;

mand, Who still intent to catch it where it stands, To waft me to my sire and native land. And grasp the shining meteor with his bands, With gifts enrich'd of robes and precious ore, Along the dewy meadows holds his way ;

He sent me joyful from the Pylian shore. But still before hiin flies the colour'd ray.

Such Neleus was! and such his signal praise The Cyclops so, along the wat’ry plain,

For bospitable deeds in former days;
The shadowy phantom chas'd and chas'd in vain: | The friend, the patron, destin'd to redress
The billows bursted on his hairy sieles,

The wrongs of fate, and comfort my distress. And far behind him rush'd the parted tides.

“ But what is man! a reptile of the Earth ; Dissolv'd at last, its airy structure broke,

To toils successive fated from his birth; And ranish'd huv'ring like a cloud of smoke. Few are our joys; in long succession flow His errour then, and my escape, he knew;

Our griefs ; we number all our days in woe. For, favour'd by the breeze, iny vessel New

Misfortune enter'd with my infant years ; Far to the deep : yet plunging in the waves, My feeble age a load of sorrow bears. Torn from its bed a pond'rous rock he heares, Driv'n from my country by domestic foes, Cracgy and black, with dangling sea-weed hung; Thebes but receivd me to partake her woes. Push'd from his hand the weighty mass he flung, The sword l've seen and wide devouring fire, To crush my fight: along th' ethereal plain Against her twice in fatal league conspire. It rolld, and thund ring downwards shook the The public griefs, which ev'ry heart must share, main.

By nature taught to feel another's care, Behind it fell; and farther from the shore, Augment my own: our matrons weeping stand ; Hurl'd on the mounting waves, my vessel bore

Our rey'rend elders mourn a ruin'd land; Towards the deep. The giant saw, with pain,

Their furrow'd cheeks with streams of sorrow His frand detected, force essay'd in vain. He curs'd the partial pow'rs, and lash'd on high, | And wailing orphans swell the gen’ral woe; With both his hands, the ocean to the sky. They mourn their dearest hopes, in battle slain,

“ Now safe beyond his reach, a prosp’rous gale Whose limbs uubury'd load their native plain; Blew fresh behind, and stretch'd my flying sail : And now by us entreat that war may cease, The shores rerir'd; but, from the listant main, And, for seven days successive, yield to peace : I saw him tow'ring on the wat’ry plain,

That mutually secure, with pious care, Like a tall ship; and moving to ine shore,

Both hosts funereal honours may prepare Sullen and sad, to tend his fleecy store.

For ev'ry warrior, whom the rage of fight Seven days I saild; the eighth returning light Has swept to darkness and the coasts of night. The Pylian shores presented to my sight, To ratify the truce, if ye approve, Far in the east; and where the Sun displays, We coine alike commission'd, as to move. Along the glitt'ring waves, his early rays.

Thus Clytophon ; and be, whose sov'reign Thither 1 steerd, and, where a point divides

Exteuded in the deep, the parted tides,

The wyrriors of the Pylian race obey,
A fane I mark’d; whose tow’ring summit, rear'd Nestor, his partial favour thuis express'd,
Nish in the air, with gilded spires appear'd.

And to the 'Theban chief binself address'd.


“The truth you speak, nor do your words appear With patience hear the reasons which I plead Presar'd with art, or dictated by fear;

For fun'ral rites, the honours of the dead. For what you tell, my memory recalls,

Well have you heard the various ills that wait When young I saw you at my native walls, On strife prolong’d, and war's disastrous state: Yourself a youth ; though now a length of years, And they, who choose to dwell amid alarnis, Imprinted deep, in all your form appears; Tbe rage of slaughter and the diu of arms, Yet still, with sure remembrance, can I trace Know little of the joys, when combats cease, Your voice the same and lineaments of face. That crown with milder bliss the hours of peac?. An infant then upon your knees I hung,

Though gladly would I see, in vengeance just, And catch'd the pleasing wonders from your The Theban tow'rs confounded with ihe dust; tongue :

That from the war releas'd, we might again our woes I pity'd, as I pity still;

Each share the pleasures of his native seign: And, were the chiefs determin’d by my will, Yet let us not presumptuously withstand The truce should stand : for piety conspires What piety alike and right commani, With justice, to demand what Thebes requires." The honours of the dead; nor tempt the gods,

The hero thus; the king of men replies: To curse our labours, from their bright abodes. “Princes, in fight approv'd, in council wise! Far in the Fleav'ns, above this mortal scene, What Thebes propounds 'tis yours alone to chuse In boundless light, the thund'rer sits serene; Whether ye will accept it or refuse:

He views the works of men; the good he knows, For though your votes consenting in my hand And on their just attempts success bestows; Have plac'd the sceptre of supreme command; But blasts impiety, and mocks its aim, Yet still my pow'r, obedient to your choice, With disappointment sure, and lasting shame. Shall with its sanction join the public voice.” “Attend, ve princes! and I shall unfold The monarch thus; and thus the chief re- What sage Harmonius taught my sire of old. ply'd,

The Locri summond all their martial pow'rs, Whom fair Etolia's martial sons obey'd :

And fought around the Orchomenian tow'rs. “Princes, attend ! and thou, whose sov'reign hand | From oxen seiz'd, began the dire debate; Sways the dread sceptre of supreme command ! And wide and wasteful was the work of fale. What Thebes requires I do not now oppose,

The Orehomenians oft a truce propos'd Because, insensible to human woes,

For fun'ral rites; the Locrian chiets oppos'd. The widow's tears I scorn, the mother's sighs, Nine days expir'd, the bleeding warriors lay; The groans of fathers, or the orphan's cries, Their wounds hot streaming to the solar ray. Whose dearest hopes, in rage of battle slain, From Styx's sable sbore their ghosts implor'd, With wounds defac'd, lie scatter'd on the plain: With suppliant cries, Hell's dread avenging Compassion for the host, which fruitless toil

lord, So long bas wasted in a foreign soil,

He heard, and from the gloomy deep below What Thebes propounds, impels ine to dissuade, Of Erehus profound, the house of woe, And, for the living, disregard the dead.

A fury sent, the fiercest of tbe crew, How long has war and famine thin'd our pow'rs, Whose iron scourges human crimes pursue : Inactive camp'd around the Thetan tow'rs? Discord her name; among th' inferual gods And pestilence, whose dire infection fies,

She dwells, excluded from the blest abodes; Blown by the furies through the tainted skies? Though oft on Earth she rears ber baleful head, Many now wander on the Stygian shore,

To kindle strife, and make the nations blecd. Whom sires and consorts shall behold no more; The fury came; and, hov'ring o'er the plain, And many still, who yet enjoy the day,

Devoted with her eyes the Locrian train.
Niust follow down the dark Tartarcan way, In form a raven, to a tow'r she flew,
If, blinded by the fates, our counsels bar Which rose upon a precipice ju view,
The course of conquest and protract the war. And on the airy summit took her seat,
Since equity and public right demands

With potent charms, to kindle dire debate, That Thebes should fall by our avenging hands, The howling dogs her presence first declare; Now let us combat, till the gods above,

The war-horse trembling sports aloft in air ; Who sit around the starry throne of Jove, On man at last the dire infection fell, The judges of the nations, crown our toil,

The awful vengeance of the pow'rs of llell, So long endur’d, with victory and spoi!; Confusion straight through all the camp is found; Or, destine us to fall in glorious fight,

The wand'ring centinel deserts his ground, Elate and daruntless in the cause of right.

Fatally gay and crown’d with ev'ry wced, Shall we delay till dire infection spreads

Which weeping matrons scatter o'er the dead; Her raven wings v'er our devoted heads?

Of dire portent: but when the silent reign Till gen'rous wrath, by slow disease supprest, Of night possess'd the mountains and the plain, Expires inactive in the warrior's breast,

Above the camp her torch the fury rear'd, And life, the price of glory, paid in vain,

Red, in the air, its balefui flame appear'd, We die forgotten on a foreign plair.''

Kindling debate: outrageous strite arose, Tydides thus; and he, whose sov'reign sway Loud as the ocean when a tempest blows, The warriors of the Pylian race obey,

O'er all the plain, and stun’d the ear of night Nestor, raply'd, for eloquerce approv'd,

With shouts tumultuous and the din of fight. By Pallas and the tunelul sisters lov'd:

Down from her airy stand the goddess came, “ Couted'rate kings! and thou, whose sov'reign Shot like a meteor, with a stream of flame, hand

To kindle fiercer strife, with stronger charms, Sways the dread sceptre of supreme command, 'To swell the tumult and the rage of arms,


The combat burn'd: the Orchomenians heard Fix'd in bis mind the fatal vision stay'd,
With borrour, ror beyond their walls appeard, Snatch'd by invading force his lovely maid;
By are divine restrain'd: but when the light The fraud of Cytherea; still his heart
Return'd successive on the steps of night, Incessant anguish felt, and lasting smart:
From ev'ry tow'r they saw the spacious plain And, as a lion, when his side retains
With baroc heap'd, and mountains of the slain. A barbed shaft, the cause of bitter pains,
The secret cause the augurs first declar'd; Growls in some lonely shade ; his friends declin'd,
The justice of the gods they own'd and fear'd. He breath'd in groaps the anguish of his mind.
No fun'ral rite the Orchomenian state

Now round the faming hearth th' assembly On them bestow'd, the vulgar or the great ;

stands, In one deep pit, whose mouth extended wide And Theseus thus invokes with lifted hands : Four hundred cubit length from side to side, “Hearme, ye pow'rs, that rule the realms oflight! They whelm'd them all; their bucklers and their And ye dread sov'reigns of the shades of night! spears,

If, till the eighth succeeding Sun displays, The steeds, the chariots, and the charioteers, Above the eastern bills, bis early rays, Ope ruin mix'd; for so the will of Jove

Any bold warrior of the Argive bands, The priests declar'd; and heap'd a mount above: Against a Theban lifts his hostile hands Such was the fate, by Heav'n and Hell decreed, By us approv'd; let ev'ry curse succeed To punish bold contemners of the dead.

On me, and all, for perjury decreed. And let us not their fatal wrath provoke,

And as by blood our mutual oath we seal, Nor merit by our guilt an equal stroke;' The blood of victims drawn by deathful steel; But seal the truce, and piously bestow

So let their blood be shed, who, scorning right, What to the reliques of the dead we owe.” Profanely shall presume its ties to slight."

He said; the peers their joint assent declare, Apollo's priest, for Thebes, resum'd the vow, The dead to honour, and the gols revere. The gods above invoking, and below, The king of men commands a herald straight Their vengeance to inflict, if force, or art, The priests to call, and hasten ev'ry rite.

The truce should violate on either part. While thus the sov'reigo mandate they obey'd, The rites concluded thus, the king commands Th’ Erolian leader rose, and frowning said: 1 Two younger warriors of his native bands

“O blind to truth! and fated to sustain A chariot to prepare; the driver's place A length of woes, and terlious toils in vain! Sophronimus assum’d; with tardy pace, By sounds deceiv’d, as to her fatal den

Ascend the sage ambassadors; before Some vocal sorc'ress lures the steps of men; A lighted torch Asteropæus bore, O eloquence! thou fatal charm! how few, And led the way; the tents, the field of war, Guided by thee, their real good pursue !

They pass'd, and at the gate dismiss'd the car. By thee, our minds, with magic fetters bound, In all decisions, true and false confound. Not the unnumber'd wrecks, which lie along The Syrens' coast the trophies of their song,

EPIGONIAD. Nor there where Circe from the neighb’ring deep,

BOOK V. With strong enchantments, draws the passing ship,

Soon as the Sun display'd his orient ray, Can match thy spoils: O let me ne'er obey,

And crown'd the mountain tops with early day, And follow blindly, as you point the way! l'hrough ev'ry gate the Theban warriors flow, Confed'rate king3! since nothing can oppose

Unarm'd and fearless of th’invading foe: The truce you purpose with our treach'rous foes, As when, in early spring, the shepherd sees With mischief pregnant; I alone am free,

Rush from some hollow rock a stream of bees, Nor these my eyes the fatal rite shall see; Long in the clill's, from winter's rage, conceal'd, Lest it be said, when mischief shall succeed, New to the light, and strangers to the field; Tydides saw it, and approv'd the deed.”

In compass wide their mazy flight they steer, Speaking he grasp'd his spear and pond'rous Which wings of balmy zephyrs lightly bear shield;

[field, Along the meads, where some soft river flows, And mov'd like Mars, when, 'midst th’ imbattled Or forests, where the flow'ry hawthorn blows; Sublime he stalks to kindle fierce alarms, To taste the early spring their course they bend, To swell the tumult and the rage of arms.

And lightly with the genial breeze descend: Such seem'd the chief: the princes with sur- So o'er the heights and plains the Thebans prize


[dead, Tum on the king of men, at once their eyes. Some, 'midst the heaps of slaughter, sought their

He tbus began: “Since now the public choice Others with axes to the woods repair'd, The truce approves, with one consenting voice; Fell'd the thick forests, and the mountains bar'd. Tydides only, with superior pride,

With like intent the Argive warriors mov'd, Tho' youngest, still the readiest to decide, By Theseus led, whum virgin Pallas lov’d. Our gen'ral sense condemns; his haughty soul Ten thousand oxen drew the harness'd wains, Must not the counsels of the host control, In droves collected from the neighb'ring plains ; Brave though he is: the altars ready stand; Slow up the mountains move the heavy wheels, In order waits the consecrated band;

The steep ascent each groaning axle feels : Straight let us seal the truce with blood and wine, In ev'ry grove the temper'd axes sound; And, to attest it, call the pow'rs divine."

The thick trees crackle, and the caves resound, The monarch thus ; Tydides to his tent, Now to the plain the moving woods descend, Thro' the still host, in sullen sorrow went. Under their weight a thousand axles benda


And round the camp, and round the Theban | Around the pile the wid'ning circle grows; walls,

As, spreading, in some vale, a deluge flows, Heaps solid on heaps, the mingled forest falls. By mountain torrents fed, which stretches wide,

Of this the Spartan chief, bis native bands, And floats the level lands on ev'ry side. With speed to rear a lofty pile, commands; Distinguish'd in the midst the princes stand, Which for Hegialus, with grateful mind, With sceptres grac'd, the ensigns of command. Adrastus' valiant son, the chief design’d; Atrides, with superior grief oppress'd, Who to his aid, when ev'ry warrior fled, Thus to the sire of gods his pray'r address'd, Repaird, and for bis rescuie greatly bled:

“ Dread sov'reign, hear! whose unresisted His native bands the hero thus addrest,

sway While sighs incessant labor'd from his breast, The fates of inen and mortal things obey:

“ The chief of Argos, warriors! first demands From thee the virtne of the hero springs ; Funereal honours from our grateful hands; Thine is the glory and the pow'r of kings. For bim this lofty structure is decreed,

If e'er by thee, and virgin Pallas, led, And ev'ry rite in order shall succeed :

To noble deeds this gen'rous youth was bred : His dear remains in my pavilion rest;

If love to men, or piety, pośsest, Nor can Adrastus at the rites assist ;

With highest purpose, his undaunted breast; W'ho to despairs and phrenzy has resign'd, Command the winds in bolder gusts to rise, By age and grief subdu’d, his generous mind : And bear the flames, I kindle, to the skies.” The other princes of the army wait

The hero thus; and with the fun'ral brand The obsequies to grace, with mournful state.” The structure touch'd; ascending from his hand,

He said; and to his tent the warriors led, Spreads the quick blaze : the ruler of the sky Where stood already deck'd the fup'ral bed : Commands; at once the willing tempests ily: With Syrian oil bedew'd, the corse they found Rushing in streams invisible, they came, Fresh from the bath, and breathing fragrance Drove the light smoke, and rais'd the sheeted For Menelaus, with divided care, [round:

flame. Each rite domestic hast'ned to prepare.

The favour of the gods the nations own, Twelve princes to the pile the corse sustain'd; Apd, with their joint applause, the hero crown. The head on Agamemnon's hand reclin'd : From morn till noon the roaring flames aspire, With mournful pomp the slow procession mor'd; And fat of victims added feeds the fire ; For all the hero honour'd and approv'd.

Then fall their lofty spires, and, sioking low, First on the top the fun'ral bed they place ; ('er the pale ashes trennulously glow. And next, the sad solemnity to grace,

With wine, the smoke, and burning embers lay'd; And gratify the manes of the slain, [plain. The bones they glean'd, and to a tomb convey'd The blood of steeds and bullocks drench'd the Under an oak, which, near the public way, The four fair steeds which drew the rapid car, Invites the swains to shun the noontide ray. That bore the hero through the rapks of war, Now twenty warriors of Atrides' train, Their lofty necks the pointed falchion tore, Loaded with treasure, brought a harvess'd wain; With force impell’d, and drew a stream of gore : Vases and tripods in bright order plac'd, Three groaning fell; but, fiercer from the stroke, And splendid arms with fair devices grac'd : The silver reins the fourth with fury broke, These for the games the Spartan chief decreed, And Aed around the field : his snowy chest, The fun'ral games in honour of the dead. Was dashid with streaming blood, and lofty crest. Amid the princes first a polish'd yes, In circles still he wheel'd! at ev'ry round, Unbent upon the ground the hero threw, Still nearer to the pile himself he found; Of work ujvine ; which Cynthius claim'd before, Till drain’d of life, by blood alope supply'd, And Chiron next upon the mountains bore; Just where he felt the blow, he sunk, and dy'd. His sire the third receivd it: now it lies,

By awe divine subdu'd, the warriors stand; For him who farthest sboots, the destin'd prize. And silent wonder fixes ev'ry band :

“ Heroes, approach !” Atrides thus aloud, Till thus Atrides: “Sure th’immortal gods, “ Stand forth, distinguish'd from the circling The glorious synod of the blest abodes,

crowd, Approve our rites; the good their favour share, Ye wbo, by skill or manly force, may claim ļu death and life the objects of their care." Your rivals to surpass and merit fame.

Atrides thus : and, further to angment This bow, worth twenty oxen, is decreed The mournful pomp, the martial goddess went For him who farthest sends the winged reed : Through all the camp, in Merion's form ex- This bowl, worth eight, shall be reserv'd to pressid;

grace And thus aloud the public ear address'd : The man whose merit holds the second placc." " Warriors and friends ! on yonder lufty pyre, He spoke. His words the bold Ajaces fird; Hegialus expects the fun'ral fire :

Crete's valiant monarch to the prize aspir'd ; For such high merit, public tears should Now; Teucer for shooting fand; and Merion strong, And Greece assembled pour a flood of woe. Whose force enormous drag'd a bull along : Now let us all his obsequies attend ;

Prompt to contend, and rais'd with hope, they And, with the mournful sites, our sorrows blend."

stood; Proclaiming thus aloud the goddess went; Laertes' son the last forsook the crowd. The army heard; a'd each forsakes his tent; Tydides too had join'd them, and obtain'd Her voice had touch'd their hearts; they mov'd Whatever could by skill or force be gain’d; atung.

But in his tent, indulging sari despair, Nations and tribes, an undistinguish'd throng. He sat, subdu'd by heart-consuming care.

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