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Straight in a casque the equal lots were The arrow sprung; but erring took its way, thrown;

Far to the left, where oozy marshes lay, Each bero with his name had mark'd his own : And groves of reeds; where slow Ismenus strays, These, mix'd with care, the chief of Sparta drew; And winds, through thickets green, bis watry Idmenëus's the first he knew : Teucer, with hope inspir'd, the second claim'd: dbash'd the youth, with painful steps, retires i The third Oileus, much for shooting fam'd; And now Ulysses to the prize aspires. Next claim'd the wearer of the seven-fold shield, In silence thus the prudent warrior pray'd, Though young in arms, distinguish'd in the field; Anıl, in his heart, address'd the martial maid: Ulysses ! thine came next; and, last of all, “Great queen of arts ! on thee my hopes depend; Bold Merion with a smile receiv'd his ball. With favour, to thy suppliant's sait, attend!

Press'd with incumbent force, the Cretan lord By thee my infant arms were taught to throw Strain'd the stiff bow, and bent it to the cord; The dart with certain aim, and bend the bow: Then, from the full-stor'd quiver, chose with art, Oft on my little hands, immortal maid ! Wing'd for th' aerial flight, a pointed dart. To guide the shaft, thy mighty hands were laid : Theseus commands the warriors to divide, Now, goddess, aid me, while I strive for fame; Who crowded thick and preşs'd on ev'ry side; Wing the swift weapon, and assert my claim." Straight they retire; as, at the word of Jove, Hc pray'd: the goddess, at his suit, descends; From day's bright face the scatt'ring clouds re- And present from th’Olympian courts attends. move;

With force divine his manly limbs she strung, And through the host appear'd a spacious way,

The bow he strain'd: the starting arrow sung i Where woods and fields in distant prospect lay. As when the sire of gods, with wrathful hand, With force immense, the Cretan monarch drew, Drives the swift lightning and the forked brand, Stretch'd the tough cord, and strain'd the cit- To waste the labours of the careful swains, cling yew;

Consume the mountain flocks,or scorch the plains; From his firm gripe the starting arrow sprung, With sudden glare appears the fiery ray; The stiff bow crack'd, the twanging cordage sung. No thought can trace it through th' ethereal way; Up the light air the bissing weapon fies, So swift thy winged shaft, Ulysses! flew, Pierces the winds, and streams along the skies : Nor could the following eye its speed pursue, Far to the distant plain it swiftly drove ;

The fight of Teucer's arrow far surpast, The host stood wond'ring as it rush'd above: l'pon a rural hearth it pitch'd at last, Descending there upon a mount it stood; To Ceres built; where swains, in early spring, A depth of soil receiv'd the trembling wood. With joy were wont their annual gifts to bring ; Applause from all, tumultuous shouts declare, When first to view, above the furrow'd plain, By echoes wafted through the trembling air. With pleasing verdure, rose the springing grain, Such joy the hero feels, as praise inspires, Through all the host applauding sbouts resound; And to the circle of the kings retires.

The bills repeat them, and the woods around. The valiant Teucer next receiv'd the bow, The bended bow bold Merion next assumes, And to Apollo thus address'd a vow :

A shaft selects, and smooths its purple plumes : • Hear me, dread king ! whose unresisted sway He plac'd it on the string, and bending low, Controls the Sun, and rules the course of day; With all his force collected, strain'd the bow. Great patron of the bow ! this shaft impel; Up the light air the starting arrow sprung ; And hecatombs my gratitude shall tell;

The tough how crack'd; the twanging cordage Soon as to Salamis our martial pow'rs

sung. Return, victorious, from the Theban tow'rs." Beyond the reach of sight the weapon drove, He said, and bid the winged arrow fly;

And tow'r'd amid th' ethereal space above :
It pierc'd the winds, and swept a length of sky; But as it rose, a heron cross'd before,
In compass, like the colourd arch, which shines from inland marshes steering to the shore ;
Exalted, as the setiing Sun declines;

Under the wing it reach'd her with a wound; From north to south it marks th'ethereal space, Screaming she wheel'd, then tumbled to the And woods and mountains fill its wille embrace :

ground. Beyond the Cretan shaft, it reach'd the plain; And thus the youth: “Illustrious chiefs ! I claim As far before, as now a slepherd swain,

If not the prize, at least superior fame: Huri'd from a sling, the sounding flint can throw, Ungovern'd strength alone the arrow sends; From his young charge, to drive the deadly crow. To hit the mark, the shooter's art commends." Oilean Ajax next the weapon claim'd,

iu mirthful mood the hero thus address'd; For skill alwie the rest, and practice fam'd;

And all their favour and applause express'd. Put Phæbus, chief and patron of the art,

“ Ulysses ! take the bow,” Atrides cries, Reiarded in its flight the winged dart :

“ The silver bowl, brave Teucer! be thy prize. Fur, por by pray'rs, nor boly vows, he strove, In ev'ry art, my friends! you all excel; Of grateful sacrifice, the god to move.

And each deserves a pr ze for shooting well: Downwards he turn’d it, wbere a cedar fair For though the first rewards the victors claim, Had shot its spiring top aloft in air ;

Glory ye merit all, and lasting fame." Caught in a bough the quiv'ring weapon stood, He said ; and pond'ring in his grateful mind, Nor forc'd a passage through the closing woud. Distinguish'd honours for the dead design'd. Ajax the next appear'd upon the plain,

"Warriors of Greece,and valiant aids from far, With strength untaught, and emuluus in vain; Our firm associates in the works of war! With sinewy arins the solid yew he bends; Here from a ruck the Theban stream descends, Near and more near approach the doubling ends: Aud to a lake its siiver current sends ;

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W'bose surface smooth, unruffled by the breeze, ! For near and nearer still Ulysses prest;
The hills inverted show and downward trees: The wnves he felt rebounding from his breast.
Ye daring youths! whose manly limbs divide With equal zeal for viciory they struve;
The mounting surge, and brave the rushing tide; When, gliding sudden from the roofs of love,
All ve, whom hopes of victory inspire,

Pallas approach’d; behind a cloud conceald,
Stand forth distinguish'd ; let the crowd retire, Ulysses only saw her :orm reveald,
This costly armour shall the youth obtain, Majestic by the hero's side she stood;
Who comes victorious from the wat’ry plain ; Her shining sandals press'd the trembling frod.
That island compassid, where the poplar grows, She whisper'd soft, as when the western breeze
And in the lake its wav'ring image shows, Stirs the thick reeds, or shakes the rustling trees;
Who measuring back the liquid space, before, “ Still shall thy soul, with endless thirst of tame,
His rivals, shall regain the flow'ry shore.

Aspire to victory, in ev'ry game. This golden bowl is tix'd the second prize, The honours, which from bones and sinews vise, Esteem'il alike for fashion and for size,"

Are lighily valu'd by the good and wise : The hero thus: with thirst of glory fird, To envy still they rouse the human kind; Crete's valiant monarch to the prize aspir'd; And oft, than courted, better far declin'd. With Sparta's younger chief; Ulysses came;

To brave Idomenëus yield the race, And brave Clearchus emulous of fame,

Contented to obtain the second place.” A wealthy warrior from the Samian shore. The goddess thus: wbile, stretching to the land, In cattle rich, and heaps of precious ore:

With joy the Cretan chief approach'd the strand; Distinguish'd in the midst the heroes stood, Ulysses next arriv’d; and, spent with to 1, Eager to plunge into the shining flood,

The weary Samian grasp'd the welcome :cil. His brother's ardour purposd to restrain, But far behind the Spartan warrior lay, Atrides strove, and counsel'd thus, in vain : latigu’d, and fainting, in the wat’ry way. “ Desist, my brother! shuu th’ unequal strife; Thrice strugglins, from the lake, his head he For late you stood upon the verge of life:

rear'd; No mortal man his rigour can retain,

And thrice, imploring aid, his voice was heard. When flowing wounds have empty'd ev'ry vein, The Cretan monarch basies the youth to sare, If now you perish in the wat’ry way,

And Ithacus again d.vides the wave; Grief upon grief shall cloud this mouinful day: With forec renew'd their manly limbs they ply; Desist, respect my counsel, and be wise; And from their breasts the whitning billow: fly. Sume other Spartan in your place will rise." Full in the midst a rocky isle divides To change his brother's purpose thus he try'd ; The liquid space, a nì parts the silver tides; But nothing mov'd, the gen'rous youth reply'd: Once cultivated, now with thickets green “ Brother! in vain you urge me to forbear, O’erspread, two hi'locks and a vale between. From love and fond affection prompt to fear; Here dwelt an aged swain; his cottage stood For firm, as e'er before, my limbs remain, Under the cliffs, encompass'd by a wood. To dash the fluid waves, or scour the plain." Proin poverty secure, he heard afar,

He said, and went before. The heroes more in peace profound, the tumults of the war. To the dark covert of a neighb'ring grove; Mending a net before his rural gate, Which to the bank its shady walks extends, From other toils repos'd, the peasant sat; Where mixing with the lake a riv'let ends. When first the voice of Menelaus came, Prompt to contend, their purple robes they loose, By er’ning breezes wafted from the stream. Their sigur'd vests and gold embroider'd shoes; Tlastning, his skiff he loos’d, and spread the sail; And through the grove descending to the strand, Some present god supply'd a prosp'rous gale: Along the fiow'ry bank in order stand.

For, as the Spartan chief, with toil subdu'd, As when, in some fair temple's sacred shrine, Hopeless of life, was sinking in the flood, A statue stands, express'd by skill divine,

The swain approach'd, and in his barge receiv'd Apollo's or the herald-pow'rs, who brings Him safe from danyer imminent retrier'd. Jove's mighty mandates on his airy wings ;) Upon a willow's trunk Thersites sat, The form majestic awes the bending crowd: Contempt in laughter fated to create, In port and stature such, the heroes stood. Where, bending from a hollow bank, it hung, Starting at once, with equal strokes, they And rooted to the mould'ring surface clung; sweep

He saw Atrides safe! and thus aloud, The smooth expanse, and shoot into the deep; With leer malign, address'd the list’ning crowd. The Cretan chief, exerting all his force,

“ Here on the flow'ry turf a hearth shall stand ; His rivals far surpass'd, and led the course; A hecatomb the far’ring gods demand, Behind Atrides, emulous of fame;

Who sav'd Atrides in this dire debate, Clearchus next; and last Clysses came.

And snatch'd the hero from the jaws of fate : And now they measurd back the wat'ry space, Without his aid we all might quit the field; And saw from far the limits of the race.

Ulysses, Ajax, and Tydides, yield: Ulysses then, with thirst of glory fir'd,

His mighty arm alone the host defends, The Samjan left, and to the prize aspir'd; But dire disaster still the chief attends : Who, emulous, and dreading to be last,

Last Suu beheld him vanquish'd on the plain ; With equal speed, the Spartan hero pass'd. Then warriors sav'd him, now a shepherd swain, Alarm'd, the Cretan monarch strove, with pain, Defend him still from persecuting fate! His doubtful hopes of conquest to maintain ; Protect the hero who protects the state; Exerting ev'ry nerve, his limbs he ply'd,

In martial conflicts watch with prudent fear, And wishing, from afar, the shore descry'd: And, when he swims, let help be always near!"

He said; and, scorn and laughter to excite, Or shall I try, by one deciding blow,
His features foui he writh’d, with envious spite, The war at once to end, and crush thc foe?
Smiling contempt; and pleas'd his ranc'rous This pleases most; nor shall the voice of fame

The daring deed, in after agos, blame.
With aiming thus oblique a renom'd dart.

No truce I swore, but shum'd it, and remov'd, joy'd not long; for soon the faithless wood, Alone dissenting while the rest approv'd. S rai'd from the root, resign'd him to the flood. Soon as the mom, with early light reveald, Plunging and sputtring as his arms he spread,

Has call'd the Theban warriors to the field; A load

soil came thund'ring on his head, Against the town I'll lead my martial pow'rs, Slipt from the bank: along the winding shore,

And fire with flaming brauds her hatıd tow'rs: With laughter loud he heard the echoes roar,

The bane of Greece, whence dire debate aruse When from the lake bis crooked forin he reard: To bid the peaceful nations first be toes; With horrour pale, with bloating clay besintar'd: Where Tydeus fell, and many heroes more, Then clamb'ring by the trunk, in sad dismay,

Banish'd untimely to the Stygian shore. Which half immers'd with all its branches lay, The peblic voice of Greece for vengeance calis; Confounded, to the tents he sculk'd along, And shall applaud the stroke by which she falls." Amid the shouts and insults of the throng.

He purpus'd: but the gods, who honour right, Now cloth'd in public view the heroes stand, Deny'd to treason what is due to might, With sceptres grac'd, the ensigns of command. When from the east appear'd the morning fair, The Cretan monarch, as his prize, assumes

The Theban warriors to the woods repair, The polish'd helmet, crown’d with waving plumes, Fearless, unarın'd; with many a harness'd wain, The silver mail, the buckler's weighty round, The woody heights were crowded and the plain. Th’ embroider'd belt, with golden buckles bound. Tydides saw; and, issuing from his . nt, The second prize Laertes' son receiv'd,

In arms compleat, to call his warriors, went. With less applause from multitudes deceivd;

Their leader's martial voice the soldiers heard The first he could have purchas'd ; but declin'd

Each in his tent, and at the call appear'd And yielded, to the martial maid resign’d. In sbining arins. Dëiphobus began, Thus they. The Thebans, near the eastern

For virtue fam'd, a venerable man. Around their pyres in silent sorrow wait: [cate: | Him Tydeus lov'd; and in his faithful hand Hopeless and sad they mourn’d their heroes slain, Had plac'd the sceptre of supreme command, The best and bravest on their native plain.

To rule the state ; when, from his native tow'rs, The king himself, in deeper sorrow, mourn'd;

To Thebes the hero led his niartial pow'rs ; With rage and mingled grief his bosom burn'd. His son, an infant, to his care resign'd, Like the grim lion, when his offspring slain

With sage advice to form his tender mind. He sees, and round him drawn the hunter's train; The hero thus: " Illustrious chief! declare Couch'd in the shade with fell intent he lies,

What you intend, and whither point the war. And glares upon the foes with burning eyes:

The truce commenc'd, you cannot, and be just, Such Creon seem'd: hot indignation drain'd

The Thehans now assault, who freely trust Grief's wat’ry sources, and their How restrain'd. To pubiic faith engag'd: unarm'd they go Upon a turret o'er the gate be stood,

Far through the woods and plains, nor fear a And saw the Argives, like a shady wood, Extended wide; and dreading fraud design'd,

His leader's purpose thus the warrior try'd; Still to the plain bis watchful eyes confin'd,

And, inly vex'd, Tydides thus reply'd: Saspicious from his hatred, and the pow'r

“ Father! thy words from ignorance proceed; Of restless passions, which bis heart devour:

The truce I swore not, nor approv'd the deed. And when at ev'n's approach the host retir'd,

The rest are hound, and therefore must remain And from the labours of the day respir'd,

Ling'ring inactive on this hostile plain : Within the wa!ls he drew his martial pow'rs,

The works of war abandon'd, let them shed And kept with striciest watch the gates and tow'rs. Their unavailing sorrows o'er the dead : Soon as the night possess’d th' ethereal plain,

Or aim the dart, or hurt the disk in air; And o'er the nations stretch'd her silent reign, Some paltry presents shall the victors share. The guards were placd, and to the gentle sway

Warriors we came, in nobler strife to dare; Of sleep subdu'd, the weary warriors lay.

To fight and conquer in the lists of war; Tydides only wahal, by anxious care

To conquer Thebes: and Jove himself ordains, Distracted, still he mouru'd his absent fair, With wreaths of triumph, to reward our pains. Deeming her lost; his slighted counsel mov'd Wide to receive us stand the Theban gates; Lasting resentinent, and the truce approvd: A spacious entry, open’d by the fates, Cuntending passions shook his mighty frame;

To take destruction in; their turrets stand As warring winds impel the ocean's stream,

Defenceless, and expect the flaming brand. When south and casi with mingled rage contend, Now let us snatch th'occasion while we may, And in a tempest on the deep descend :

Years waste in vain and perish by delay, Now, stretch'd upon the couch, supine he lay; That, Thebes o'erthrown, our tedious toils may Then, rising anxious, wish'd the morning ray.

cease, Impatient inus, at last, his turbid mind, And we behold our native walls in peace." By various counsels variously inclin’d,

Tydides thus: the ancient warrior burns The chief address'd : “ Or shall I now recall With indignation just, and thus returns: Th’ Etolian warriors froin the Theban wall; “O son! unworthy of th' illustrious line Obey the warning by a goddess giv'n,

From which you spring: your sire's reproach Nor slight her counsel dictated from Heav'n?

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Did I e'er teach you, justice to disclaim ; Ere yet their vengeance falls, the pow'rs invoke,
And steal, by treachery, dishonest fame? While uninficted hangs the fatal stroke :
The truce subsists with all the rest ; are we And rule the transports of your wrath, lest fear
Alone excepted, unengag'd and free?

Make sound advice a stranger to your ear.”'
Why, warriors ! dunot then these hostiletow'rs, Speaking he dy'd ; his gen'rous spirit fed
Against us, send at once their martial pow'rs? To mix with heroes in th’ F.lysian shade.
And are we safe, but that the treaty stands, Ainaz’d, at first, th’ Etolian warriors stood ;
And from unequal force protects our bands? No voice, no action, through the wand'ring
In this our foes confide; the dead they burn,

crowd; And mix with tears their ashes in the uri). Silent they stood, like rows of forest trees, Their tow'rs defeoceless, and their gates unbarr’d, When Jove's dread thunder quells the summer Shall we with wrongs their confidence reward? But soon on ev'ry side a tumult rose, (breeze: No; though each warrior of this num'rous Loud as the ocean when a tempest blows; band

Disorder wild the mingling ranks confounds, Shon!d yield io execute what you command; The voice of sorrow mix'd with angry sounds. Yet would not I, obedient to thy will,

On ev'ry side against the chief appears Blot my long labours with a deed so ill.

A brazen bulwark rais'd of shields, and spears, Whatever hard or dang'rous you propose, last closing round. But from his thigh he drew Though old and weak, I shun not, nor oppose: His shining blade, and on the phalanx flew; But what the gods command us to forbear, With gesture fierce the threat'ning steel he The prudent will avoid, the bravest fear.”

wav'd; He said ; and to the ground his buckler ftung; But check d its fury, and the people sav'd: On the hard :il the brazen orbit rung:

As the good shepherd spares his tender flock, The rest, approving, dropt upon the field And lightens, when he strikes, the falling crooke His pond'rous jav'lin, each, and shining shield. The crowd dividing shunn'd the hero's ire;

The warlike son of Tydeus straight resign'd, As from a lion's rage the swains retire, To dire disorder, all his mighty mind,

When dreadful o'er the mangled prey he stands, And sudden wrath; as when the troubled air, By brandish'd darts unaw'd and flaming brands. From kindled lightning, shines with fiery glare: And now the fame of sudden rage supprest, With fury so inflam'd, the hero burn'd,

Remorse and sorrow stung the hero's breast. And frowning to Dëiphobus return'd: [aim, Distracted through the scatt'ring crowd he went, “ I know thee, wretch ! and mark thy constant And sought the dark recesses of his tent; To teach the host their leader thus to blame. He enter'd: but the menial servants, bred Long have I borne your pride ; your rev'rend To wait his cominy, straight with horrour fled. age,

[rage: Against the ground he dash'd bis bloody dart; A guardian's name, suppressid my kindling And utler'd thus the swellings of his heart : But to protect your insolence, no more

“Why sy my warriors ? why the menial train, Shall these avail, and skreen it as before." Who joy'd before to mect me from the plain,

He said ; and more his fury to provoke, Why shun they now their lord's approach; por Replying thus, the aged warrior spoke :

bring, “ Vain youth! unmoy'd thy angry threats I To wash my bloody hands, the cleansing spring? hear;

Too well, alas ! my fatal rage they know, When tyrants threaten, slaves alone should sear: To them more dreadful now than to the foe; To me is ev'ry servile part unknowo,

No enemy, alas ! this spear has stain'd; "To glory in a smile, or fear a frown.

With hostile gore in glorious battle drain'd: Your mighty sire I knew by council ruld; My guardian's bloop it shows, whose hoary hairs His fiercest trapsports sober reason cool'd. Still watch'd my welfare with a father's cares, But wild, and lawless, like the stormy wind, Thou pow'r supreme! whose unresisted sway The sport of passion, impotent, and blind, The fales of men and mortal things obey ! The despʻrate paths of folly you pursue,

If wise and good, why did thy band impart And scurn instruction with a lofty brow :

So fierce an impulse to this bounding heart? Yet know, proud prince! my purpose I retain, By fury rul'dand impotent of mind, And sie thy threat'ning eye-balls roll in vaiv: No awe restrains me, and no tie can biad : Never, obsequious to thy mad command, Hence, by the madness of my rage o'erthrown, Against the foe l'll lift a he stile band;

My father's friend lies murder'd, and my own." Till, righteously fulfill'd, the truce expire He sail; and, yielding to his fierce despair, Which Heav'n has witness'd and the sacred fire." With both his hands he rent his rooted hair ;

He said ; and, by his sharp reproaches stung, And where his locks in shining ringlets grew, With sudden hand, his lance the hero flung: A load of ashes from the hearth he threw, Too sure the aim ; his faithful friend it found, ;

Rolling in dust: but now around the slain And open'd in his side a deadly wound:

His warriors stood assembled on the plain ; Stagg'ring he fell; and, on the verge of death, For total insurrection ripe they stood; In words like these resign'd his parting breath : Their angry murmurs rose to tumult loud. "O Diomed, my son! for thee I fear:

Ulysses soon the dire disorder heard ; Sure Heav'n is angry, and its vengrance near: And present to explore the cause appeard : For whom the gods distinguish by their hate, The hero came, and, invidst the warriors found Themselves are made the ministers of fate; Déiphobusextended on the ground. Far froin their side, the destind victims drive A fool of sorrow started to his eyes, Their friends intent to succour and icire, But soon he check'd cach symptom of surprise


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With prudent care ; while pressing round the When death's stern pow'r his iron sceptre lays chief

On the cold lips, the vital spirit strays Each strove to speak the universal grief : To worlds unknown: and can the dead perceive Their mingled spears in wild disorder shook; The tears of friends or lovers when they grieve?" Like the sharp reeds along soune winding brook, To sooth his passion, thus the virgin try'd ; When through the leafless woods the north wind With wonder, thus th' Etolian chief reply'd : blows,

“Say who you are, who thus approach my seat, Parent of ice and thick descending snows : Unaw'd by good Deiphobus's fate? Now fell revenge had bath'd in streams of blood, When all avoid my presence, nor appear, And pow'r in rain her desp'rate course withstood: By indigoation banish’d, or by fear. [bind But Ithacus, well skill'd in ev'ry art

What is tby name? what deed of mine could To fix, or change each purpose of the heart, To friendship so unchang'd thy constant mind ; . Their stern decrees by soft persuasion broke ; Still to survive the horrour of a crime, Aud answ'ring, thus with prudent purpose spoke: Whose colour blots the registers of time?" “ Warriors ! your gen'rous rage approve I The hero thus. Cassandra thus replies : must;

“Iphicles is my name; my country lies Dire was the deed; the purpos’d vengeance just; Where Antirribum's rocky shores divide, But, when the kings in full assembly sit,

Extended in the deep, th' Ionian tide.
To them the crime, and punishment commit: There dwells my sire possest of ample store,
For rash procedure wrongs the fairest cause; In flocks and herds and gold's refulgent ore.
And private justice still insults the laws.

Oeneus his name; his vessels on the main,
Now to your tents your shields and lances bear; From rich Hesperia waft him yearly gain,
Theseus expects us, and the hour is near : And that fam'd land, whose promontories run
The altars fame; the priests in order stand, Far to the west, beneath the setting Sun;
With sacrifice, to hallow ev'ry band :

Where ev'ry cliff with veins of silver gleams, But to the covert of a tent convey,

And sands of gold lie glittring in the streams. Sar'd from the scorching winds and solar ray, In Hymen's sacred ties two sons he bred, These dear remains; till Theseus has decreed Me, and my valíant brother Lycomed. Distinguish'd obsequies to grace the dead.” The youngest I, was charg'd his flocks to keep : The hero thus; and, from his shoulders, threw My brother rul'd his galleys on the deep. The regal cloak of gold, and shining blue; Once as he left Iberia's wealthy shore, Which o'er the slain, with prudent care, he With Bætic Meeces fraught and precious ore; spread,

Phænician pirates waited on the strand, His ghastly features, from the crowd, to shade. Where high Pachynus stretches from the land; Thrice to his eyes a flood of sorrow came; In that fam'd isle where Ætna lifts his spires, Thrice on the brink he check'd the gushing With smoke obscure, and blows his sulph'rous stream,

fires, In act to flow, his rising sighs supprest;

Behind the cliffs conceald, the treach'rous band Patient of grief, he lock'd it in his breast.

Waited the Greeks descending on the strand :
My brother there with twenty youths they slew;
Their sudden arrows from an ambush few.
Dire was the deed ; and still my sorrows stream,
Whene'er that argument of woe I name,

And grief prevails; but, in your presence, most;

Yon still rec..ll the brother whom I lost :

For such he was in lineaments of face,

In martial stature, and majestic grace;
To sad despair th’ Etolian chief resign'd, Though less in all; in form inferior far;
And dire remorse, which stung his tortur'd mind, And still, thongb valiant, less in works of war.
From early dawn, in dust extended lay,

liepce, deeply rooted in my constant heart, By all abandon’d till the setting ray.

You challenge, as your own, a brother's part: 'Twas then Cassandra came; and, at the door, And I alone, of all the host, remain Tbrice calld her lord: he started from the floor: To share your grief and sutler in your pain." In sullen majesty his chair of state,

Thus by an artful tale, the virgin strove Full in the inidst opposed to the gate,

To shun di:euv'ry, and conceal her love, The hero press'd: the anxious main drew near, Yet still her looks, her gestures, all express'd by love excited, and restrained by fear :

The maid ; ber love in blushes stood confess'd. Trembling before the chief she stood; and held Tydides saw; and quickly, to his thought, A bowl of wine with temp’ring mixtures qnellid; Each circumstance the fair Cassandra brought. The fragrant juice wbichlam'd Thesprotia yields, Silent he sat; and fix'd in deep surprise, The vintage of her cliffs, and sunny tields. Her flushing features mark'd and downcast eyes, And thus: “Dread lord! reject not with disdain He thus reply'd : “ The native truth reveal; A present offer'd by a humble swain.

And, what I ask you, bope pot to conceal. This bowl receive, of gentle force to charm Or shall I credit what you now have said ; · Distress, and of its rigour grief disarm.

Qeveus your sire, your brother Lycomed ? How vain to grieve for ever for the past? Or art thou she, whose beauty first did move, No hour recalls the actions of the last :

Within my peaceful breast, the rage of love?" Nor

groans, nor sighs, nor streams of sorrow slied, With look and voce severe, the hero spreke. From their long slumber can awake the dead. Aw'd and abash'd, the conscious virgiu shok ;


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