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So kings should warn the people to forbear The Thracians next, a formidable band;
Attenpts, when symptoins mark destruction near. Nations and tribes distinct, in order stand :
But since the leaders, with consenring voice, Byzantines fierce, whose crooked keels divide
For war already rix the public choice;

The Pontic gult, and stem the downward tide:
I freely yield, nor eter will divide,

In Grecian arms the hardy warriors move,
Where all deliberate, and all decide."

With ponu’rous shields and glittring spears
The hero thus, and ceas'd. And thus the rest,

abore. From his high seat, the king of men address'd: The Thynians next were marshall'd on the field; "Since war is now decreed, 'tis next our care Each with a farchivn arm'J and lunar shield, That all should speedily for fight prepare ;

Whose benuing horns a verge of silver bound;
Creon, this day, intends with all his train And figures tierce their brazen helmets crown'd:
To try our valour on the equal plain;

Wich these the Daci came, a mari al race;
And will, with diligence, iinprove an hour, Fierce as their clime, they rear the poud'rous
Which finds us inattentive and secure.

mace;
First let each leader with his hands in haste In giant strength secure, they scorn the spear,
Snatch, as the time allows, a short repast; And crush, with weighty blows, the ranks of war:
Then arm for light, and to the field proceed, From Ister's icy streams, a bub’rous crowd,
The phalanx following as the chariots lead. In shaggy fus, a herd promiscuous stood;
Who arms the first, and first to coinbat goes, Swift as their savage gaine ; for wide they roam
Though weaker, seems superior to bis foes; In ribes and nativiis, ignorant of liome;
But such as lag are more than half o'erthrown, Excelling all who boast superior skill
Les in the eyes of others and their own."

To send the winged arrow swift to kill:
The monarch thus. The princes all assent. These Rhæsas rull, of various tribes composid,
Straight from the council through the host they By various leaders on the field dispos’d.
went,

To light the Argives mov'd in close array ;
To arm their bands with diligence and care; Bright shone their arins and tiash'd redoubl'd
They all obey, and all for fight prepare.

day;
Resolv'd, and still as silent night, they go;
Nor with insulting shouts provoke the foc.
Thick from their steps, in dusky volumes, rise
The parched fields, and darken all the skies.
Beneath the shade, the ardent warriors close ;

Their shields and helmets ring with sounding
EPIGONIAD.

blows.

First Menelaus struck a Theban lord;
BOOK II.

His armed breast the weighty lance explord ;

Burst the close mail; the shining breast-plate Assembl's 'p on the plain, the Theban pow'rs

tore; In order'd ranks appear before the tow'rs;

And from life's fountain drew a stream of gore.
Creon their leader, whose superior sway,

Supine he fell amidst his native bands,
The martial sons of sacred Thebes obey.

And wrenchi'd the fixed dart with dying hands.
The chiefs obedient to his high command, To spoil the slain the son of Atreus Bies;
Ruld the whole war, and marshall'd every band. The Thebars interpose with hostile cries ;
His valiant son the first, his country's boast, And Creon's valiant son bis buckler spread,
Her noblest hope, the bulwark of her bost, Au orb of triple brass, to guard the deal:
Leophron, to the field the warriors led,

As Jore's imperial bird her wings extends,
Whom Thebes terself within her ramparts bred: And from the shepherd's rage her young defenda;
Peneleus, who from Medeon led his pow'rs, So stern Leophron bore his ainple shield;
Echalia low, and Arne's lofty tow'rs:

Like Mars he stood, the terrons of the field.
Leitus from Thespia, where the verdant shades With dread unusual check'd, the Spartan land
Of Helicon invite the tuneful maids:

Recoil'd; Atrides only dard to stand,
Porthenor rich, whose wide possessions lay

He thus began: “ Presumptuous youth ! forbear
Where fam'd Æsopus winds his wat’ry way;

To tempt the fury of my flying spear.
Beneath Cytheron's height, the lofty inound That warrior there was by my javelin slain,
Which parts Bæotian plains from hostile ground: His spoils to guard you interpuse in vain.”
Pherieles, who the saliant warriors led

Atrides thus ; and Creon's son replies :
In Mycallessus, Harma, Aulis, bred :

“ Thy lance I dread not, and thy threats despise, Andremon, leader of his native band,

This hand hath many a chief of high renown,
From lofty Schcenus on th' Ismenian strand :

And braver warriors oft in fight o'erthrown:
And Anthedon, where swift Euripus pent

Like theirs, thy fall shall dignify my spear,
Divides Eubea from the continent:

And future boasters thence be caught to fear.'
These rul'd the 'Theban pow'rs beneath the care

Thus as he spoke his weighty lance he threw
Of Crroui, chief and sov'reigu of the war.

At Atréus' son ; which rising as it New
The aids from Macedon the next were place'd;

Upon the hero's crest with furious sway,
Their shining casques with waving plumage Glanc'd as it pass'd and shav'd the plumes away.

Hissing amidst the Sputan ranks it came,
A wolf's grey hide, around their shoulders Aung, And struck a youth of un distinguishod name:
With martial grace above their armour hung:
From high Dodona's sacred shades they came;

Cold, through his breast, the steel and polish'd

wood Cassander led them to the fields of fame.

passage forc'd, and drew a stream of blood.

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His lance Atrides next prepares to throw; By conscious guilt subdu'd the youth apo
Poises it long, and meditates the blow :

pear'd;
Then, from his hand dismissed with happier aim, Without reply, the just reproach he heard:
Thund'ring against the Theban sbield it can e; Confounded, to the ground he turn'd his eyes;
Where wrcath'd around a inimic serpent twin'd, Inlignant thus the great Atrides cries :
With plates of polish'd silver lightly join'd: “Mycæneans ! Spartans ! tanght to seek renova
Thence turn'd with course obliqne it drove along, From dangers greatly bravd and battles won;
And spent its fury on the vulgar throng.

Ah warriors ! will ye fly, when close behind
Leophron straight his faming falchion drew, Dishonour follows swifter than the wind !
And at his for, with eager fury, few:

Return to glory: whether Jove ordains,
As stooping from above, an eaglesprings With wreaths of conquest, to reward your pains,
To snatch lis prey, and shoots tipon his wings. Or dooms your fall; he merits equal prize,
The Spartan warrior dreads impending fate; With him who conquers, he who bravely dies."
And, turning, meditates a quick retreat.

Tbe bero thus; and, like swift light'ning drivin
As when a shepherıl swain, in desert shades, Througb scatter'delouds along thevault of Hear's
The blood-purs'd offspring of the wolf invades; By Jore's dread arm, his martial voice inspir'd
If, from the opening of some thicket near, The fainting host, and ev'ry bosom fir'd.
With rage inflam'd, the angry dam appear, Again upon the conquering foe they turn'd:
With darts at first, and threat'aing shouts he The war again, in all its fury, burn'd.
tries,

As when the deep, which, ebbing from the land,
To awe the guardian, and assert the prize : Along the coast displays a waste of sand,
But, when she sprinys, the close encounterdreads, Returns; and, blown by angry tempests, roars
And, trembling, from the angry foe recedes, A stormy deluge 'gainst the rocky shores:
So Menelaus fled. His native train,

So, rushing to the fight, the warriors came;
In wild disorder, scatters o'er the plain.

Ardent to conquer, and retrieve their fame.
Ilis valiant brother heard upon the right, Before his host the son of Creon stood,
Where in his lofty car he rul'd ihe fight; With labour'd dust obsture, and hostile bloord;
And to his squire Nichonachus : “ With speed, He thus exclaim'd: “And shall this dastard
Turn to the left, and urge the flying steed :

train
For, if these sounds deceive not, Sparta fails; (Warriors of Thebes !) dispute the field again?
And, with a tide of conquest, Thebes prevails." Their better chief, I know hiin, leads the band ;
Quick as the word, the silver reins hie drew, But fate shall soon subdue him by my hand.”
And through the fight the bounding chariot Bew. He said ; and, at the king, his jav'lin threw;
Like some quick vessel, when a prosp'rous gale Which, aim'd amiss, with erring fury few.
Favours her course, and stretches ev'ry sail; Across the armed ranks it swiftly drore,
Above the parting waves she lightly flies,

The warriors stooping as it rush'd above.
And smooth behind a tract of ocean lies:

The Spartan hero aim'd his weighty spear;
So, 'midst the combat, rush'd the lofty car; And thus to Jore address'd an ardent prayer:
Pierc'd the thiek tumult, and disjoin'd the war. “ Hear me, great sire of gods ! whose boundless
But Clytodemon's son a jav'lin threw;

sway
With force impell’d, it lighten'd as it few, The fates of men and mortal things obey;
And struck the right-hand courser to the ground, Whose sov'reign hand, with unresisted inight,
Ethon, for swiftness in the race renown'd. Depresses or exalts the scales of tight:
Behind his ear the deadly weapon stood,

Now grant success to my avenging hand,
Loos'd his bigh neck, and drew a stream of blood. And stretch this dire destroyer on the sand.
Grcaning he sunk; and spread his flowing mane, Jove, grant me now to reach his hated life,
A shining circle, on the dusty plain.

And save my warriors in this doubtful strife.” Intangled deep the royal chariot stood,

The hero thus; and sent his weighty spear;
With hostile spears beset, an iron wood.

With speed it few, and pierc'd the yielding air;
From his high seat the Spartan hero sprung Swift, as a falcon to her quarry springs,
Ainid the foe; his clanging armour rung. When down the winds she stretches on her wings
Before the king, the armed bands retire; Leophron, stooping, shun'u the deadly stroke,
As shepherd swains avoid a lion's ire,

Which on the shield of Hegisander broke,
When fierce from famine on their darts he turns, Vain now his lute; in vain his melting strains,
And rage indignant in bis eye-balls burns. Soft as Apollo's on the Lycian plains :
Amid the fight, distinguish'd like the star His son excluded, seeks the dark abodes
Of ev'ning, shone lis silver arms afar;

By Styx embrac'd, the terrour of the gods ;
Which,o'er the hills it setting light displays; Where surly Charon, with his lifted oar,
And marks the rudriy west with silver rays. Drives the light gbosts, and rules the dreary
Pale and amaz'd his brother chief he found,

shore. An armed circle of his friends around.

With grief Leophron saw the warrior slain. “Alas, my brother! have I liv'd to see

He snatch'd a pond'rous mace from off the Thy life redeemd with deathless ipfamy!"

plain, (The hero cry'd) “ far better that a ghost Cut in the Thracian woods, with snags around You now had wander'd on the Stygian coast, Of pointed steel with iron circles bound. And by a glorious fall preserv'd your name Heav'd with gigantic force the club to throw, Safe and unblasted by the breath of fame; He swung it thrice, and hurl'd it at his foe. Which soon shall tell the world, amaz'd to hear, Thund'ring upon his armed head it fell; That Menelaus taught the host to fear." The brazen helmnet rung with stunning knell.

As shen a rock by forceful engines thrown, Through all the air a storm of jar'lins cung;
Where hostile arms invest a frontier town, With sound ng blows each hollw buckler rung.
Threat'ning destruction, rolls along the skics; First Enopens fe't a deadly woun),
And war itself stands wond'ring as it Mies : Who in Amycle tillid the fruitful ground;
Falls on some turrct's top, the structure bends To great Andremon's spear he yields his breath,
Beneath the teinpest, and at once descends And starts and quivers in the grasp of death.
With hideous crash; thus, stooping to the ground, Next Hegesippus press'd then sanguin'dl plain ;
Atrides sunk; bis silver arms resujund.

Leophron's jav'lin mix'l him with the slain. But Pallas, mixing in the dire debate,

On Malea's cliffs he fed his fleecy store, A life to rescue yet not due to fate,

Along the windings of the craggy shore. Had u'er his heasl her cloudy buckler held; He vow'd! to Phæbus, for a safe return, And balf the fury of the blow repell’d.

An hundred victims on his hearth to burn. The son of Creon rush'd to seize his prize, In vain! the god, in justice, had decreel, The hero's spoils; and thus exulting cries: His gifts contemn'd, the offerer to bleed : “ Warriors of Tbebes! your labours soon shall For violence angmented still his store ; cease,

And, unreliev'l, the stranger left his rloor. And final victory restore your peace;

Prone on the bloody ground the warrior feil, For great Atrides, by my valour slain,

His soul indignant sought the shades of Helt. Alifeless corse, lies streich'd upon the plain. Next Arcas, Cleon, valiant Chromins ily'd; Only be men! and make the Argive bands With Dares, to the Spartan chiefs ally'd. Dread in succeeding times your mighty hands; And Fhemius, whom the gods in early youth That foes no more, wben mad ambition calls, Hlad form'd for virtue and the love of truth; With dire alarms may shake your peaceful walls." Flis gen'rous soul to noble cleeils they turn'd, Exulting thus, the hero rush'd along;

And lore to mankind in his bosom burn'd: And kindled with his shouts, the vulgar throng. Culd thro' his throat the hissing wrapon glides, Resolr'd and firin the Spartan warriors stand

Anil on his neck the waving locke divides. Around their king, a formidable band.

His fate the Graces mourn'd. The gods above, 'Their spears, protended thick, the foe restrain'l; Who sit around the starry throne of Jove, Their bucklers join'd, the weighty war sustain'd.

On high Olympus bending from the skies, But as a mountain wolf, from famine bold, flis fate beheld with sorrow-streaming cyes. On prey intent, surveys the midnight fold; Pallas alone, unalter'l and serene, Where, in the shelter of some arching rock, With secret triumph saw the mournful scene: At ev'n the careful shepherd pens his flock; Not hard of heart : for none of all the pow'rs. On spoil and ravage bent, he stalks around,

In carth or ocean, or th' Olympian tow'rs, And meditates to spring the lofty mound:

Holds equal sympathy with human grief, Impatient thus the Theban chief survey'd Or with a freer hand bestows relief: The close-compacted ranks on ev'ry side; But conscious that a mind by virtue stcel'd To find where least the serred orb could bear

To no impression of distress will yield; The strong impression of a pointed war.

That, still unconqner'd, in its awful hour Him Menelaus saw, with anguish stung ; O’er death it triumphs with immortal pow'r. And, from amidst his armed warriors, sprung Now Thebes prevailing, Sparta's host retreats; With wrath inflam'd; as starting from a brake, As falls some rampart where the ocean beats : Against some travöller, darts soine crested suake. Unable to resist its stormy way, [way ; Ilis rage in vain the Theban ranks withstand; Mounds heap'd on mounds, and bars of mek give The bravest warriors sink beneath his hand. With inundation wide the deluge reigns, (plains. Clytander, Iphitus, Palemon, fam'd

Drowns the deep valleys, and o'erspreads the For chariots rul'd and fiery coursers tam'd; Thus o'er the field, by great Leophron led, And Iphialtes, like the god of light,

Their foes repuls'd, the Theban squadrons spread. Whose pointed arrows thinn'd the lines of fight : The hero, stooping where Atrides lay, These the first transports of his fury feel.

Rent from his head the golden casque away: Against Leophron now he lifts his steel,

His mail unlock'd; and loos'r the golden chains, And speeds to vengeance ; but, in full career,

The zone which by his side the sword sustains. He stood arrested by a vulgar spear.

The monarch now amid the vulgar dead. Fix'd in his thigh the barbed weapon bung, For wheels to crush and armed hoofs to tread, Relax'd the muscles, and the nerves unstrung. Defenceless lay. But stern Leophron's hate The Spartan warriors to his succour fiew;

Retriev'd him, thaus expris'd, from certain fate. Against the darts their ample shields they In semblance dead, he purpos'd to convey threw,

(war, The body naked to some public way; Which storm'd around ; and, from the rage of Where dogs obscene, and all the rav'nous race, Convey'd the wounded hero to his car.

With wounds unsightly, might his limbs disgrace. With fierce impatience Creon's son beheld

Straight he commands; and to a neighb'ring The Spartan warriors still dispute the field.

grove, Before their leader fall’n the heroes stood; His warriors charg'd, the Spartan chief remore, Their spears erected, like the sacred wood

On their broad shields they bore him from the Which round some altar rises on the plain,

plain, The mystic rites to hide from eyes profane. To sense a corse, and 'number'd with the slain. Thither his native bands the hero turn'd;

His fixed eyes in hov'rig shades were drown'd; Drawn to a wedge, again the combat burn'd.

His mighty limbs in death-like fetters bound.

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The shouts tumultuous and the din of war, Adrastus, by inactive age restrain'd,
His ear receiv'd like murmurs heard afar; Behind the army on a mount remain'd;
Or as some peasant bears, securely laid

Under an oak the hoary warrior sat,
Beneath a vaulted cliffor woodland shade, And look'd and listend to the dire debate.
When o'er his head unnumber'd insects sing Now, tam'd by age, his coursers stood unbound;
In airy rounds, the children of the Spring. His useless arms lay scatter'd on the ground;

Adrastus' valiant son, with grief, beheld Two aged heralds there the chief obey'd;
The Spartans to inglorious flight compell’d; The squire attending by his master stay'd. (ear?
Their valiant chief resign'd to hostile hands, And thus the king : "What sounds invade mine
He thus aloud address'd the scattring bands : My friends! what sad disaster inust we hear?
“ What shame, ye warriors! if ye thus expose Some hero's fall; for with the shouls, I know
Your leader to the injuries of foes !

Loud lamentation mixt; and sounds of woe.
Though all should quit him, honour bids you bring So were we told, when mighty Tydeus fell,
His reliques back, or perish with your king. And Polynices trod the path to Hell ;
Leophron sure injuriously ordains,

So rag'd the combat o'er the heroes slain,
With insults, tu deface his dear remains ; And such the din and tumult of the plain."
Surn'd by the feet of men, expos'd and bare, He said ; and list’ning (what he greatly fear'd)
For dogs obscene and rav'nous birds to share." Hegialus's name at last he heard
Exclaiming thus, through all the field he flew; Mix'd with the noise; and, sick'ning at the
And called the host the conflict to renew.

sound,
They-stop, they charge; again the combat burns: | Py grief subdu'd, fell prostrate on the ground.
They bleed, they conquer, and retreat by turns. But rage succeeding and despair, he rose
Hegialus excites the dire debate;

Eager to rush amid the thickest focs.
And, by example, leads the work of fate:

llis spear he grasp'd, impatient for the right; For now be sees Atrides borne afar,

And pond'ruus shield, unequal to the freight. By hostile hands, beyond the lines of war. Him frant c thus his wise attendants held; With indignation fierce his bosom glows; And to retire with prudent care compell’d. He rushes fearless 'midst a host of foes;

Impatient of his state, by quick returns, And now had merited a deathless naine,

With grief he melts, with indignation burns.
And with a deed immortal crown'd his fame, And thus at last : "Stern ruler of the sky!
Atrides savd; but fate's supreme command Whose sport is man, and human misery;
That honour destin'd for a mightier hand. What deed of mine has stirrd thy boundless rage,

Leopbron vex'd, that twice constrain’d to yield, And callid for vengeance on my helpless age?
The Spartan warriors re-assum'd the field, Flavel, by sacrilege, your treasures drain'd;
His pow'rs address'd: “For ever lost our fame, Your altars slighted, or your rites profan'd?
Dishonour foul will blot the Theban name; Did I forget my holy vows to pay?
If dastard foes, twice routed and pursu'd, Or bid you witness, and my faith betray?
Shall brave the victors still with rage renew'd. llaslawless rapine e'er increas'd my store,
Your glory gain'd with vigour now maintain ; Or unreliev'd the stranger left my door?
Nor let us conquer thus and bleed in vain.”

If not; in justice, can your stern decree
He said, and 'gainst the Argive herv turn'd; With wrath pursue my guiltless race and me!
With martial wrath his ardent bosom burn'd; Bere valiant Tydeus, Folgnices fell;
Who, fearless and undaunted, dar'd to wait; In one sad hour they trod the path to Hell:
Nor by ignoble flight declin'd his fate.

For them my daughters muurn, their sorrow, For, at the Theban chief, his lance he threw,

fiow Which, aim'd amiss, with erring fury flew: Still fresh, and all their days are spent in woe. Deyond the hostile ranks the weapon drove; Hegialus remain'd my hopes 10 raise;

The warriors stooping as it rushi'd above. The only comfort of my joyless days:
Not so the Theban spear; with happier aim, lo whom I say my vigorous youth return,
Full to the centre of the shield it came ;

And all our natiré virtues brighter burn.
And rising swifily from the polishi'd round, He's now no more; and to the nether skies,
His throat transfix’d, and bent him to the ground. Hanislı'd by faie, a bloodless spectre flies.
To spoil the slain thc ardent victor flew :

For what, ye gnda! has unrelenting laie
The Spartan bands the bloody shock renew; Curs'd my misfortunes with so long a date,
Fierce to the charge with tenfold rage return, That thus Ilire to see our antient race
And all at once with thirst of vengeance burn. At once extinguish'd, and for ever cease?
O'er all the field the raging tumult grows ; Gods! grant tha now ilie only boon I crare,
And ev'ry helinet rings with sounding blows: for all my surrows pasi, a peaceful grave:
But most around the Argive hero dead;

Verw let me perish, that my flcoting ghost
There toil the mightiest, there the bravest bleed. May reach my son in Plutu's shady rozst;
Ap when outrageous winds the ocean sweep, Where, join'd forever, kindred simils erjov
And from ihe bottom stir the hoary Jeep; Anunon tix'l, sluch nothirig can destroy."
O'er all the wat’ry plain the tempest javes, ile said, and sinking prostrate on the ground,
Mixing in conflict loud the angry faves : His furrow'l checks with focus of sorrow drown'd;
But where sime pointed cliff the surfacc hides, And, furions in the rage of grief, o'erspread
Whose top unseen provokes the angry rides, With dust the reverend bonors uf bis hcad.
With ten fold fury there the billows tly,
And mount in smoke and thunder to the sky.

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By love inspir'd, she sought the fields of war;
EPIGONIAD.

Her hero's safety was her only care.

A polish'd casque her lovely temples bound,
BOOK III. .

With flow'rs of gold and various plumage cround;

Confus'dly gay, the peacock's changetul train,
The Spartan bands, with thirst of vengeance With gaudy colours mix'd of ev'ry grain;
fir'd,

(spir’d. The virgin white, the yellow's golden hue,
The fight maintain'd; nor from their toils re- The reg purple, and the shining blue,
Before the hero fall'u the warriors stand,

With female skill compos'd. The shield she bore
Firm as the chains of rock which guard the strand; With flow'rs of gold was mark'd and spangled
Whose rooted strength the angry ocean braves,

o'er:
And bounds the fury of his bursting waves. Light and of slend'rest make, she held a lance:
So Sparta stood; their serred bucklers bar Li e some mock warrior armed for the dance,
The Theban phalanx, and exclude the war. When spring's return and music's cheerful strain
While from the field, upon their shoulders laid, The youth invite to frolic on the plain.
His warriors sad the Argive prince convey'd;

"Illustrious chief,” the armed virgin said,
Leophron saw, with indignation fir’d,

“ To rule your steeds on me the task be laid;
And, with his shouts, the ling'ring war inspir'd. Skill'd to direct their course with steady rein,
Again the rigour of the shock returns;

To wake their fiery mettle, or restrain ;
The slaughter rages, and the combat burns ; To stop, to turn, the various arts I know ;
Till, push'd and yielding to superior sway, To push them on direct, or shun the foe,
"In slow retreat the Spartan ranks gave way.

With ready hand your voice I shall obey;
As, in some channel pent, entangled wood And urge their fury where you point the way."
Reluctant stirs before the angry flood;

The virgin thus: and thus Tydides said :
Which, on its loaded current, slowly heaves “ Your zeal I honour, but reject your aid.
The spoils of forests mix'd with harvest sheares. Fierce are my steeds; their fury to restrain

Pallas observ'd, and from the Olympian height. The strongest hand requires and stiflest rein :
Precipitated swift her downward flight.

For oft, their mettle rous'd, they rush along;
Like Cleon's valiant son, the goddess came;

Nor feel the biting curb, or sounding tbong.
The same her stature, and her arms the same. Oft have I seen you brave the toils of fight,
Descending from his chariot to the ground, With dauntless courage but unequal might.
The son of lydenis, 'midst his bands, she found; Small is your force; and, from your arm un:
His steeds onrul'd: for stretch'd before the

strung,
wheel,

The harmless lance is impotently Aung.
Lay the bold driver pierc'd with Theban stcel. Yet not for this you shun the martial strife,
On the high car her mighty hand she laid; Patient of wounds and prodigal of life.
And thus address'd the valiant Diomed: (nicht, Where'er I combat, faithful to my side,
“ The Spartan warriors, prince! renounce the No danger awes you, and no toils divide.
O'ermatch'd by numbers and superior might: Yet grudge not that your service ( decline;
While adverse fate their valiant chief restrains, Homocleon's better hand shall guide the rein:
Who dead or wounded with the foe remains ; His manly voice my horses will obey,
Hegialus lies lifeless on the earth,

And move submissive to his firmer sway."
Brother to her from whom you claim your birth:

Th’ Etolian warrior thus; and, with a bound,
The great Atrides, as he presyil to save,

Rose to his lofty chariot from the ground.
Leophron's jav'iin mark'd him for the grave. The goddess to the driver's seat proceeds ;
To vengeance haste; and, ere it is too late, Assumes the reins, and winds.the willing sterils.
With speed y succour stop impending fate: On their smooth sides the sounding lash she plics;
For stern Leophron, like the rage of flame, And through the fight the smoking chariot flies.
With ruin threatens all the Spartan name." T'l' Athenians soon they pass'd; and Phocians
The goldess thus: TyJides thus replies :

strong,
" How partial are the counsels of the shies ! Who from fair Crissa led their martial throng.
Fir vulgar mer tost the gods with care

Th' Arcadians next from Alpheus' silver flood,
Honour and peace and happiness prepare; And hardy Eleans, grim with dust and blood,
While worth, distinguish', by their partial hate, In order rang'd. As when some pilot spies
Suimits to all the injuries of fate.

The rocky cliffs in long succession rise,
Adrastus thus, with justice, may complain When near the land his galley scours the shores,
His daughters widow'd, sons in battle slain. By prosp'rous winds inipell’d and speeding oats:
In the devoted lipe myself I stand;

So, hastening to the fight, the hero flew.
And here must perish by some hostile hand: Anil now the Spartan hust appears in riew:
Yet not, for this, I shun the works of war, By wounds subdu'd, their bravest warriors lar;
Nor sculk inglorious when I onght to dare. Others, by shameful flight, their fear obev;
And now I'll meet yon terrour of the plain; The rest, in slow retreat, forsake the field,
To crown lois conquests, or avence the slain. Dermatch'd by numbers and constrain’d to yield.
Bit wish sotne valiant youth, to rule my car Th’ Etolian hero saw, and rais'd his voice,
And push the losses through the shock of war, Loud as the silver trumpet's martial noise;
Here present; for, extended in his gore, And rusb’ıl to fight : through allihe field it Bew;
The brave Spens opus kivus his charge no more." The host at once the happy signal knew;

Thus as the hero spoke, Cassandra hearil, And joy'd, as they who, from the found'ring ship
And present, to assume the charges appear'd. Escap'd, had struggled long amid thu deep:

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