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Which through a narrow ralley rush'd along, O let the blood, already shed, atone
Oxen and sheep, an undistinguish'd throng. For our provoking guilt, and trespass done !
With these the sloping bills were cover'd o'er, O spare and pity! sure the gods above,
And the long windings of the sandy shore.

Who sit around the starry throne of Jove,
Behind a Cyclops came ; and by degrees, Are won by pray'r; and he whose matchless
Rose to my view, and tower'd above the trees.

might His giant stature, like a lofty rock,

The solid Earth sustains and starry height, Appeard : and in his hand a knotted oak Oft spares the guilty; for his soul approves Of tallest growth ; around his shoulder fung Compassion, and the works of mercy loves. His bag enormous, by a cable hung.

Let sov'reign pity touch thy mighty breast; Panting I lay; as when a lurking deer,

And him revere, the greatest and the best ; From some close thicket, sees the hunter near. Who pardons oft, but measures grief and pain By dread subdu'd, confounded, and amaz'd, To such as hear the wretched plead in vain.' My fixed eye-balls darken'd as I gaz'd.

“ As thus to touch his iron heart they try'd, Soon from above my wretched mates he knew, The Cyclops smiling, scornful thus reply'd : As on the level shore, in open view,

. The praise of mercy well your words proclaim; They sat secure, with flow'ry garlands crown'd; And vengeance mark, though merited, with blame, The signs of spoil and ravage scatter'd round. Well have you spoken ; therefore, from my hand, With indignation, for his wasted flock,

More favour hope than any of your band ; In lam'd, be thus, like distant thun:ler, spoke. They, on the desert shore expos'd and bare, " Whoe'er these are, who from their native soil The wolves shall feast and ev'ry bird of air; To foreign climates thus, in quest of spoil, But ye, preferr'd above the rest, shall have Licentious roam ; they soon sball feel my hand, This body for your monument and grave.' And rue that e'er they touch'd Trinacria's “ He said, and seizing lifts them both on high, strand."

With hands and feet extended in the sky : As mutt'ring thus, along the craggy road.

Then dash'd them thrice against the rocky shore; He came, the mountain trembled as he trode. Gnaw'd their warm flesti, and drank their streamThe wretches saw with horrour and affright;

ing gore, Each limb enfeebled lost the pow'r of flight. Oft have I seen the havoc of the plain, Their cries in vain the monster mov'd to spare ; | The rage of tempests and the stormy main; His club he rear'd and swung it thrice in air, But fate, in such a form, re'er met my eyes, Then hurl'd it cross the bay: it swiftly drove And, while I speak, afresh its horrours rise O'er the sinooth deep, and raz'd the beach To chilt my veins : nor can the vary'd state above.

Of sprightly youth, and middle age sedate, Threat’ning it rush'd along ; but, bending low, Or life's last stage with all its griefs opprest, Each, where he sat, escap'd the weighty blow, Banish the dire impression from my breast. Beyond them farit pitch'd upon the land, (sand. Por still I see the monster, as he stood, Tore the green sward, and heav'd a mount of His hairy visage dy'd in human blood : Now starting from the ground they strove to fly, As the grim lion leaves the wasted plains, Press'd by despair and strong necessity ;

Red from the ravage of the flocks and swains. The woody summits of the cliffs to gain,

“ With vengeance pleas'd he view'd the shores With falt'ring haste they fled across the plain.

around; But the impending mountains barr'd their flight, And, riding near the beach, our vessel found: High and projecting from their airy height; Her by the mast he seiz'd: and to the land, Back from the slipp'ry arch, in heaps, they fall;

With all her anchors, dragg'd along the strand, And with imploring cries for mercy call,

Exploring, next the solid deck be tore, lo vain. The monster with gigantic strides,

And found, conceal'd below, his fleecy store. At twenty steps, the spacious bay divides ; With scornful smiles he saw the theft bewray'd ; Around his knees the whit’ning billows roar, And sidelong on the beach the galley laid ; And his rude voice like thunder shakes the shore. And call'd his flock : to open light they strain, There thirty youths he slew; against the Through the wide beach, and crowd upon the stones

plain : And ragged cliffs, he dash'd their crackling bones. Still, as they pass'd, his weighty hands be laid Twenty his feet and heavy hands pursue,

On their soft backs; and, stroking gently, said: As to the ocean in despair they few;

“Go now, my pock! enjoy the verdant hills, Striving the summit of the beach to gain, The rivers cool, the sweet refreshing rills, With headlong course to rush into the main : The meads and shady forests, safe from harm; For there they hop'd a milder fate to have,

Your foes lie crush'd beneath your master's And less abhorr'd, beneath the whelming wave.

arın." These too he reachd; and with his weighty The giant thus; and next the hold explor’d: hand,

(sand. Four jars he found with Lesbian vintage stor'd. Their flight oppress'd, and mix'd them with the These first he drain’d; then to his lips apply'd Two yet surviv'd; who supplicating strove, His flute, which like a quiver by his side, With humble suit, his barb'rous soul to move. Of size enormous, hung. Its hollow sound With trembling knees the sandy beach they The woods repeated and the caves around. press'd;

Its music such, as when a stormy gale And, as they came, the monster thus address'd. Roars through a hollow cliff' with hideous peal,

“ ' thon! with whom no mortal can compare Resounding deep, along the level shore ; For strength resistless, pity now and spare. He play'd, and drove his pasturing flock before,

" Horrourand gricf at once my heart assail'd ; | A slender fir, ten cubit lengths, I found Presages sad o’er ev'ry hope prevail'd.

Fall’n from a mould'ring bank, and striptit 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 fronı despair, Four goat-skios join'd I filted 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 closd : With strokes repeated oft, my heaving breast. And the whole work beneath a shade dispos'd, All day I mourn'd; but when the setting ray Where, from the hills descending to the main, Retir'd, and ev'ning shades expell’d 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 flying 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 whitning seas : All night I wanderd, 'midst the sullen roai But on the tenth it chang'd; and when the bour Of bursting billows; till the morning ray Of twilight cali'd the giant to his bow'r, Appeard 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 wintry 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 barbʼrous Cyclops near; The air was hush'd : deserted by the gale, His form descry'd in ev'ry tree behind,

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

Which huri'd me backwards, floating on its stream, In clusters hanging from the cliffs around. Towards the land. I saw the shores draw pear; 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 hour.

The cruel Cyclops spy'd me, as he drove ''Twas then I wak'd; and to the deep below, His pasløring 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 snatch me, when his arm could reach Or solitary wretch my grief to share :

My skiff, which drove ungoveru'd to the beach. But none appeard. 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 whelming flood. Yet still I gaz'd, till prevailing sway

But Neptune sav'd me in that perilous hour; Extinguish'd, in the west, the ev'ning ray. The headlóng current felt his present pow'r: Hopeless and sad, descending from my stan!, Back from theshwre 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 bursting on the desert shore,

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

Strove with soft words to lure me from the deep. At dawn and twilight on the mountains stood, 'Stranger, approach ! nor Ay this friendly strand; Exploring with my cyes the pathless flood; Share the free blessings of a happy land : Impatient till some friendly sail shonld come, Here, from each cliff, a stream of honey flows; 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 ; my bounty share; Where Ætna fames, and dirc Charybdis roars; My kindness prove and hospitable care. And where the curs'd Cyclopean brothers reigo, As to allure me thus the monster try'd, The lonely tyrants of the desert plain.

His fraud I knew; and rushly tbus reply'd : Press'd by despair, at last I dar'd to brave, «Talk not of friendship; well I know the doom 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 hand, For worse it seem'd than death itself to stay. My wretched mates you murder'don the strand.

“ Of oziers 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 Ileap'n's dread sov'reign to my vengefal 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 feed

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

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

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 withdrew. 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, plong'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 disbelieve. He sent a spectre from his wat’ry caves ;

O son of Neleus ! though you justly claim, Like mist it rose and bover'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 flowing 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 nothing fam'd ; In summer's drought, to cheer the careful swain, The angry giant doubting stood, 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 hands, 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 bin flies the colour'd ray. Such Neleus was! and such his signal praise
The Cyclops so, along the wat'ry plain,

For hospitable 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 sides,

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,

Totoils successive fated from his birth ;
And vanish'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, favrar'd by the breeze, my 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 heaves, Drir'n from my country by domestic foes,
Craggy and black, with dangling sea-woed hung; Thebes but receiv'd me to partake her woes.
Push'd from bis hand the weiglrty mass he flung, The sword I've seen and wide devouring fire,
Tu crush my flight: 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,

By nature taught to feel another's care, Pehind it fell; and farther from the shore, Augment my own: our matrons weeping stand; Hurld on the mounting waves, my vessel bore Our rev'rend elders mourn a ruin'd land; Towards the deep. The giant saw, with pain,

Their furrow'd cheeks with streams of sorrow His fraud detected, force essay'd in vain.

flow; 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 unbury'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 retir'd; but, from the distant 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 the shore,

Both hosts funereal honours inay prepare Sullen and sad, to tend bis fleecy store.

For ev'ry warrior, whom the rage of tight 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 is the east; and where the Sao 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 I steerd, and, where a point divides

sway Extended in the deep, the parted tides,

The warriors of the Pylian race obey,
A fane I nark'd; whose tow'ring summit, rear'd Nestor, his partial favour this express'd,
High in the air, with gilded spires appear'd. And to the l'heban chief himself 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 alarms, Imprinted deep, in all your form appears; The rage of slaughter and the din 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 peace. 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 the 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 reign: 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 command, 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 Heav'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 kuows, 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, ye 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 summon'd 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 Trom oxen seiz'd, hegan the dire debate; Sways the dread sceptre of supreine command ! And wide and wasteful was the work of fate. What Thebes requires I do not now oppose,

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

for fun'ral rites; the Locrian chiefs 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 shore their ghosts implor'd, With wounds defac'd, lie scatter'd on the plain: With suppliant cries, Hell's dread avengiog Compassion for the host, which fruitless toil

lord. So long has wasted in a foreign soil,

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

A fury sent, the fiercest of the crew, How long has war and famine thin'd our pow'rs, Whose iron scourges human crimes pursue : Inactive camp'd around the Theban tow'rs? Discord her name; among th' infernal gods And pestilerce, whose dire inscction flies,

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

To kindle strife, and make the nations bleed. 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.
Must follow down the dark Tartarean way, In form a raven, to a tow'r she flew,
jf, blinded by the fates, our counsels bar Which rose upon a precipice in 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 arenging hands, The howling dogs her presence first declare; Now let us combat, till the gods above,

The war-horse trembling snorts 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 Hell, So long endur'd, with victory and spoil;

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 dauntless in the cause of right.

Fatally gay and crown'd with ev'ry weed, Shall we delay till dire infection spreads. Which weeping matrons scatter o'er the dead; Her raven wings o'er our devoted beads?

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, Aud life, the price of glory, paid in vain,

Red, in the air, its baleful flame appear'd, We die forgoiten on a foreign plair,”

Kindling debate: outrageous strife arose, Tydides :hus; 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, reply'd, for eloquence approv'd,

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

Down from her airy stand the goddess came, “Confed’rate kings! and thou, whose sov'reign Shot like a meteor, with a stream of Name, 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 his mind the fatal vision stay'd,
With horrour, nor beyond their walls appear'd, Snatch'd by invading force his lovely maid;
By awe 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 bis side retains
With havoc 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 groans the anguish of his mind.
No fun'ral rite the Orchomenian state

Now round the flaming 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,

"Hear me, ye pow'rs,that rule the realms of light! They whelm’d them all; their bucklers and their And ye dread sovoreigns of the shades of night! spears,

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

Any bold warrior of the Argive bands, The priests declar'd; and heap'd a muunt above: Against a Theban lifts his hostile hands Such was the fate, by Hear'n and Hell decreed,

By us approv'd; let ev'ry curse succeed To pupish 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 scal 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 gods 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'reign mandate they obey'd,

The rites concluded thus, the king commands Ih' Etolian leader rose, and frowning said:

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 tellious 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 fa!al charm! how few, And led the way; the tents, the field of war, Guided by thee, thcir real good pursue !

They pass'd, and at the gate dismiss'd the care 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 bis 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!

Through erry gate the Tbeban warriors flow, Confed’rate kings! 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 cliffs, from winter's rage, conceal'd, Lest it be said, wben 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 Night they steer, Speaking he grasp'd bis spear and pond'rous Which wings of balmy zephyrs lightly bear shield;

[field, Along the meads, where sone 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 beud, To swell the tumult and the

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 Thebana prize

spread; Turn on the king of men, at once their eyes.

Some, 'midst the heaps of slaughter, sought their He thus 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 mor'd, Tho youngest, still the readiest to decide, By Theseus led, whom 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 plairs; 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 bend:



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