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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 roll?d on heaps, the mingled forest falls. By mountain torrents fed, which stretches wide,

Of this the Spartan chief, his 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 fied, Thus to the sire of gods his pray'r address'd,
Repair’d, and for his rescue 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 virtue of the hero springs; Funereal honours from our grateful hands; Thine is the glory and the pow'r of kings. For hint 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, possest, Nor can Adrastus at the rites assist ;

With highest purpose, bis undaunted breast; Whu 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 fun'ral bed : Commands; at once the willing tempests fly:
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 raisid the sheeted
For Menelaus, with divided care,

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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'; And, with their joint applause, the hero crown.
The head on Agamemnon's hand reclin'd : From morn till noon the roaring flames aspire,
With mournfal pomp the slow procession mov'd; And fat of victims added feeds the fire;
For all the hero honour'd and approvid. Then fall their lofty spires, and, sioking low,

First on the top the fun'ral bed they place; O'er the pale asies treniulously 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 conrey'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 ranks of war, Now twenty warriors of Atrides' train,
Their lofty necks the pointed falchion tore, Loaded with treasure, brought a harness'd' rain;
With force impe!l'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 grae'd:
The silver reins the fourth with fury broke, These for the games the Spartan chief decreed,
And fled around the field : his snowy chest, The fun’tal games in honour of the dead.
Was dash d with strearning blood, and lofty crest. Amid the princes first a polish'd yew,
In circles still he wheel'd! at ev'ry round, Unbent upon the gromd the hero ihrew,
Still nearer to the pile hinself he found; Of work divine ; which Cynthius claim'd before,
Till drain'd of life, by blood alone supply'd, And Chiron next opon the mountains bure ;
Just where he felt fire blow, he sank, and dy'd. His sire the third receiv'd it: now it lies,

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

Heroes, approach !” Atrides thus aloud, Till thus Atrides: “Sure th' immortal gos, * Stand forth, distingnished from the circling The glorious synod of the blest abodes,

crowd,
Approre onr rites; the good their favour share, Ye who, by skill or manly force, may claim
In death and life the objects of their care." Your rivals to surpass and merit faine.

* Atrides thus: and, further to angment This bow, worth tienty 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 foron ex- This bowl, worth eight, shall be réseriod tot
press’d;

grace
And thus alond the public par address'd: The man whose merit holds the second place."
“ Warriors and friends! on yonder Forty pyre, He spoke. His words the bold Ajaces fird;
Hégialus expects the fuo'ral fire :

Crete's valiant monarch to the prize aspird ; Fo, such high merit, public tears should now; Teucer for shooting fam'd; and Merion strong, And Grer ce assembled pour a foot of woe. W'hose force enormous drag'd a bull along: Now set as all his obsequies attend ;

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

stoort;
Proclaiming this aloud the yoddess went; Laertes' son the last forsook the crowd.
The army heard; a d each forsakes his tent; Tydides too bad joir'd them, and obtain'd
Her voice had touch'd their hearts; they mor'a Whatever could by skill or force be gain'd;

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

maze.

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 hero 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, his watry Idmenëus's the first he knew : Teucer, with hope inspir'd, the second claim'd : Abash'd the youth, with painful steps, retires ; 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; | And, in his heart, address'd the martial maid: Ulysses I thine çame 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 suit, 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 press'd on ev'ry side; Wing the swift weapon, and assert my claim." Straight they retire; as, at the word of Jove, He 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 bis manly limbs she strung. And through the host appear'd a spacious way,

The bow he strain'd: the starting arrow sung ; 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 cir- 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. Nothought can trace it through th’ ethereal way: Up the light air the bissing weapon flies, So swift thy winged shaft, Ulysses! flew, Pierces the winds, and streams along the skies: Nor couk! the following eye its speed pursue. Far to the distant plain it swiftly drove; The flight of Teucer's arrow far surpast, The host stood wond'ring as it rush'd above: Upon a rural hearth it pitch'd at last, Descending there upon a mount it stood; To Ceres built; where swaios, 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 shouts resound; And to the circle of the kings retires.

The hills 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 bow 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 ainid 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 colour'd arch, which shines From inland marshes steering to the shore ;
Exalted, as the setting 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 wouds and mountains fill its wide 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 shepherd swain,

If not the prize, at least superior fame: Hurlid from a sling, the sounding fint 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 coinmends.* Oilean Ajax next the weapon claimd,

lu mirthful mood the hero thus address:d ; For skill above the rest, and practice fam'd; And all their favour and applause express'd. But Phoebus, chief and patron of the art,

“ Ulysses ! take the bow,” Atrides cries, Retarded in its fight the winged dart :

“ The silver bowl, brare 'Tencer! be tiny prize. Fur, nor by pray’rs, nor boly vows, he strove, In ev'ry art, my friends! you all excel; Of grateful sacrifice, the god to more.

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

Glory ye merit all, and Jasting fame.” Caught in a bough the quiv'ring weapon stood, He said ; and pond'ring in his grateful mind, Nor forc'da passage through the closing woud. Distingaish'd honoris for the dead design'd. Ajax the next appear'd upon the plane,

“Warriors of Greece,and valiant aids from far, With strength intaught, and emulous ir vai; Our firm associates in the works of war! With sidewy arms the solid yew he berids; Here from a nuek the 'Theban stream descends, Near and more weat approach the doubling ends: | And to a lake its silver current sends ;

Whose surface smooth, unruffled by the breeze, For near and nearer still Ulysses prest;
The hills inverted show and downward trees: The waves he felt rebounding from bis breast,
Ye daring youths! whose manly limbs divide With equal zeal for victory they struve;
The mounting surge, and brave the rushing tide; When, gliding sudden from the roufs of Jove,
All ye, whom hopes of victory inspire,

Pallas approach'd; behind a cloud concealid,
Stand fortii distinguish'd ; let the crowd retire. Ulysses only saw her form reveald.
This costly armour shall the youth obtain, Majestic by the bero's side she stood;
Who comes victorious from the wat’ry plain ; Her shining sandals press'd the trembling flood.
That island compass'd, where the poplar grows, She whisper'd soft, as when the western breeze
And in the lahe 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 fame,
His rivals, shall regain the flow'ry shore.

Aspire to victory, in ev'ry game.
This golden bow) is fix'd the second prize, The honours, which from bones and sinews rise,
Esteem'ı alike for fashion and for size."

Are lightly valu'd by the good and wise :
The bero thus: with thirst of glory fir'd, 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,
Aad brave Clearchus emulous of fame,

Contented to obtain the second place.”
A wcalthy warrior from the Samian shore. The goddess thus: wbile, stretching to the land,
19ı 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 toil,
Eager to plunge into the shining fluod,

The weary Sainian grasp'd the welcome soil. His brother's ardour purpos'd to restrain, But far behind the Spartan warrior lay, Airides strove, and counsel'd thus, in rain : Fatigu'd, and fainting, in the wat'ry way.

Desist, my brother! shun th' unequal strise; Thrice struggling, from the lake, his head he For late you stood upon the verge of life:

rear'd; No mortal inan his vigour can retain,

And thrice, imploring aid, his voice was heard. When nowing wounds hare empty'd ev'ry veio. The Cretan monarch bastes the yonth to save, If now you perish in the wat'ry way,

And Ithacus agajn d.vides the wave; Grief uson grief shall cloud this mournful day: With force renew'd their maniy limbs they ply; Desisi, respect my counsel, and be wise; And from their breasts the whitning billows fly. Suincoiber Spartan in your place will rise.” Full in the midst a rocky isle dirides To change his brother's purpose thus he try'd; The liquid space, and parts the silver tides ; Bet nothing word, the gen'rous youth reply'd : Ouce cultivaied, now with thickets green “ Brotber! in vain you urge me to forbear, O’erspread, two hillocks 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, Uuder the cliffs, encompass'd by a wood. To reash the fluid waves, or scour the plain.” From poverty secure, he heard afar,

He said, and went before. The heroes inove In peace profound, the tumults of the war. To the dark corert of a neighbring grove; Mending a net before his rural gate, Which to the bank its shady walks extends, From otber toils repos'd, the peasant sat; Where mixing with the lake a rivilet ends,

When first the voice of Menelaus came, Prompt to contend, their purple robes they loose, By er’ning breezes wafted from the s' ream. Their figurd rests and gold embroider'd shoes ; llastning, his skiff he loos’d, and spread the sail; And through tbe grove descending to the strand, Some present god supply'd a prosp'rous gale: Along the flowry bank in order stand.

For, as the Spartan chief, with toil subdu'd, As when, in some fair temple's sacred shrive, Hopeless of life, was siuking in the flood, A statue stands, express’d by skill divine, The swain approach'd, and in his barge receivid Apolly's or the herald-pou’rs, who brings Him safe from danger inminent 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; steep

He saw Atrides safe! and thus aloud, Thọ sironth 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 flowry turf a hearth shall stand; His rivals far surpass’d, and led the course; A hecatomb the fav'ring gods demand, Eehird Atrides, emulous of fame;

Who sav'd Atrides in this dire debate, Clearcbus next; and fast Ulysses came. And snatch'd the hero from the jaws of fate : And now they measur'd back the wat'ry space,

Witbout 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 inighty arm alone the host defends, The Samian 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 Swaine 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 tear, And wishing, from afar, the shore descry'd: And, when he swims, let help be always near !"

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

The daring deed, in after ages, blame,
With aiming thus oblique a venom'd dart. No truce I swore, but shun'd it, and remov'd,
But joy'd not long; for soon the faithless wood, Atone dissenting while the rest approv'd.
Strain’d from the root, resign'd him to the flood. Soon as the mom, with early light reveal'd,
Plunging and sputt'ring as his arms he spread,

Has call'd the Theban warriors to the field; A load of 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 faming brands her hated tow'rs: With laughter loud he heard the echoes roar,

The bane of Greece, wheuce dire debate arose When from the lake his crooked form he rear'd: To bid the peaceful nations first be foes; With borrour pale, with bloating clay besmear'd: Where Tydeus fell, and many beroes 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 calls; 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 purpos'd: but the gods, who bonour 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, unarin'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 tent, The second prize Laertes' son receiv'd,

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

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 shining arms. Deiphobus began, Thus they. The Thebans, near the eastern

For virtue fam'd, a venerable man. Around their pyres in silent sorrow wait: [gate: | 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 martial 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 cominenc'd you cannot, and be just, Such Creon seem'd: hot indignation drain'd

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

Far through the woods and plains, nor fear a And saw the Argives, like a shady wood,

foe." Extended wide, and dreading fraud design'd,

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

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

“Father! thy words from ignorance proceed; Of restless passions, which his 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 respird,

Ling’ring inactive on this hostile plain : Within the walls 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 hurl the disk in air; And o'er the nations stretch'd her silent reign, Some paltry presents shall the victors share. The guards were plac'd, and to the gentle sway

Warriors we came, in nobler strife to dare; Of sleep sublu'd, the weary warriors lay. To fight and conquer in the lists of war; Tydides only wak’d, by anxious care

To conquer Thebe3: and Jove himself ordains, Distracted, still he mourn’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 resentment, anıl i he truce approv'd: 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 ease 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 thus, at last, his turbid mind,

And we behuld 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 from the Theban wall; “ ( 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 Hear'n?

and mine!

wav'd;

Did I e'er teach you, justice to disclaim; Ere yet their vengeance falls, the powrs invoke
And steal, by treachery, dishonest fame? While uninflicted 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 ! du not then these hostile tow'rs, Speaking he dy'd; his gen'rous spirit filed
Against us, send at once their martial pow'rs? To mix with heroes in th’ Elysian shade.
And are we safe, but that the treaty stands, Amaz'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,

crow'd;
And mix with tears their ashes in the uri. Silent they stood, like rows of forest trees,
Their tow'rs defenceless, and their gates uubarrd, When Jove's dread thunder quells the summer
Shall we with wrongs their contidence 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, Should 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, Fast 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.”
He said ; and to the ground his buckler Aung; But check'd its fury, and the people sav'd:
On the hard soil 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 crook,
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 bis 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 kindle lightning, sbines with fiery glare : And now the flame of sudden rage supprest, With fury so inflam'd, the hero barnd,

Remorse and sorrow stung the hero's breast. And frowning to Dëiphobns 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 bornc your pride ; your rev'rend To wait his coming, straight with borrour fled. age,

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

“Why fly my warriors ? why the menjal train, Shall these avail, and skreep it as before.” Who joy'd before to meet me from the plain,

He said ; and more his fury to provoke, Why shun they now their lord's approach; nor Replying thus, the aged warrior spoke :

bring, “ Vain youth! unmov'd thy angry threats 1 To wash my bloody hands, the cleansing spring hear;

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

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 rul’d; My guardian's blood it shows, whose hoary hairs
His fiercest transports 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 fates of men and mortal things obey !
The desp'rate paths of folly yon pursue,

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

So fierce an impulse to this bounding heart?
Yet know, proud prince! my purpose I retain, By fury rul'd and impotent of mind,
And see thy threat'eing eye-balls roll in vain : No awe restrains me, and no tie can bind :
Never, obsequious to thy mad command,

Hence, by the madness of my rage o'erthrowna
Against the foe I'll lift a hostile hand;

My father's friend lies murderd, and my own." Till, righteously fulfil/d, the truce expire He said; and, yielding to his fierce despair, Which Heav'n bas witness'd and the sacred fire." With both his bands he rent his rooted hair ;

He said; and, by his sharp reproaches stung, And where his locks in shining ringlets grew,
With sudrien hand, his lance the hero ftung: A load of ashes from the hearth he threw,
Too sure the aim; his faithfal 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
Staggʻring he felt; and, on the verge of death, For total insurrection ripe they stood;
Ip words like these resign'd his peruing breath : Their angry murmurs rose to tumult loud.
O Diomed, my son ! for thee I fear:

Ulysses soon the dire disorder beard;
Sure Heav'n is angry, and its vengeance near: And present to explore the cause appeard :
For whom the gods distinguish by their hate, The hero came, and, 'midst the warriors found
Themselves are made the ministers of fate; Deiphobusextended on the ground.
Far from their side, the destin'd victims drive A Hood of sorrow started to his eyes,
Their friends iutent to succour and retrieve, But soon be check'd each symptom of surprise

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