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Almighty sire ! if yet yon deign to own

His sonl unfetter'd, sought the blest abodes, Alcmena's wretched offspring as your son ;

By virtue rais'd to mingle with the gods. Soine comfort in my agony impart,

His bones in earth, with pious hands, 1 laid; And bid thy forked thunder rend this heart : The place to publish nothing shall persuade; Round my devoted head it idly plays;

Lest tyrants now unaw'd, and men unjust, and aids the fire, which wastes me, with its rays : With insults, should profane his sacred dust. By heat inflam'd, this robe exerts its pow'r, E'er since, I haunt this solitary den, My scorched limbs to shrivel and devour;

Retird from all the busy paths of men; Upon my shoulders, like a dragon, clings,

For these wild mountains only suit my state, And fixes in my flesh a thousand stings.

And sooth, with kindred gloom, my deep regret.' Great sire! in pity to my suit attend,

“ He ended thus : amazement long suppress'd And with a sudden stroke my being end.'

My voice; but Cleon answ'ring thus adılress') : ""As thus the hero pray'd, the lightning ceas'd, · Brave youth! yon offer, to our wond'ring ears, And thicker darkness all the hill embrac'd. Events more awful than tradition bears. He saw his suit deny'd: in fierce despair, Fix'd in my mind the hero's fate remains, The rooted pines be tore, and cedars fair;

I see bis agonies, and feel bis pains. And from the crannies of the rifted rocks,

Yet suffer, that for hapless Thebes i mourn, Twisted with force iminepse the stubborn oaks Whose fairest hopes the envious fates o'erturn. Of these upon the cliff a heap he laid,

If great Alcides liv'd, ber tow'rs should stand And thus address'd me, as I stood dismay'd : Cate and protected by his mighty hand : * Behold, my friend! the ruler of the skies, On you, brave youth ! our second hopes depend; In agony invok'd, my suit denies :

To you the arms of Hercules descend. But sure the oracle inspir'd from Heaven,

He did not, sure, those glorious gifts bestow, Which in Dodona's sacred grove was given,

The shafts invincible, the mighty bow; The truth declar'd: that now my toils shall From which the innocent protection claim, And all my painful labours end in peace : (cease,

| To dye the hills with blood of savage game. Peace, death can only bring : the raging smart,

| Such toils as these your glory ne'er can raise, Wrapt with my vitals, mocks each healing art. Nor crown your merit with immortal praise ; Not all the plants that clothe the verdant field, and with the great Alcides place your name, Not all the health a thousand mountains yield, To stand distinguish'd in the rolls of fame.' Which on their tops the sage physician finds,

". The hero thus. The son of Pean said : Or digging from the veins of fiint unbinds, "Myself, my arms, I offer for your aid; This fire can quench. And therefore, to obey

If fav’ring from the skies, the signs of Jove My last commands, prepare without delay.

Confirm what thus I purpose and approve. When on this pile you see my limbs compos'd,

For when Alcides, with his last commands, Shriuk not, but hear what must not be oppos'd ;

His bow and shafts committed to my bands; Approach, and, with an unrelenting hand, In all attempts he charg'd me to proceed Fix, in the boughs beneath, a faming brand. As Jove by signs and auguries should lead. I must not longer trust this madding pain,

But these the rising Sun will best disclose; Lest some rash deed should all my glory stain.

The season now invites to soft repose.' Lychas 1 slew upon the Cænian shore,

“He said ; and, from the hearth a flaming bough, Who knew not, sure, the fatal gift he bore : To light us through the shady cavern, drew. His guilt had taught him else to fly, nor wait,

Far in the deep recess, a rocky bed Till from my rage he found a sudden fate. We found, with skins of mountain monstersspread. I will not Deianira's action blame ;

There we compos'd our weary limbs, and lay, Let Heav'n decide, which only knows her aim: Till darkness fied before the morning ray. Whether from hate, with treacherous intent,

Then rose, and climb'd a promontory steep, . This fatal garment to her lord she sent;

Whose rocky brow, impending o'er the deep, Or, by the cunning of a foe betray'd,

Shoots higb into the air, and lifts the eye, His vengeance, thus imprudently convey'd. In boundless stretch, to take a length of sky. If this, or that, I urge not my command,

With hands extended to th' ethereal height, Nor claim her fate from thy avenging hand :

The pow'r we call'd, who rules the realms of light; To lodge my lifeless bones, is all I crave,

That symbols sure his purpose might explain, Safe and uninjur'd in the peaceful grave.'

Whether the youth should aid us, or refrain : "• This with a hollow voice and alter'd look, We pray'd; and on the left along the vales, In agony extreme, the hero spoke.

With pinions broad display'd, an eagle sails. I pour'd a flood of sorrow, and withdrew,

As near the ground his level flight he drew, Amid the kindled groves, to pluck a bough;

He stoop'd, and brush'd the thickets as he flew; With which the structure at the base I fir'd: When starting from the centre of a brake, On ev'ry side the pointed flames aspir’d. With horrid hiss appear'd a crested snake: But ere involving smoke the pile enclos'd, Her young to guard, her venom'd fangs she rear'd; I saw tbe bero on the top repos'd;

Above the shrubs her wavy length appear'd ; Serene as one who, near the fountain laid, Against bis swift approaches, as he few, At noon enjoys the cool refreshing shade.

On ev'ry side her furked tungue she threw, The venom'd garment hiss'd; its touch the fires and armed jaws; but wheeling from the snare Avoiding, slop'd oblique their pointed spires : The swift assailant still escap'd in air; On ev'ry side the parted fame withdrew, But, stooping from his pitch, at last be tore And levels, round the burning structure flew. Her purple crest, and drew a stream of gore. At last victorious to the top they rose;

She writh'd ; and, in the fierceness of her pain, Fina und unmov'd the hero saw them close. Sbook the long thickets with her twisted train :

Relax'd at last, its spires forgot to roll,

| Against reproach necessity shall plead; And, in a hiss, she breath'd her fiery soul : | Censure confute, and justify the deed.'' In haste to gorge his prey, the bird of Jove

“ The hero thus, and ceas'd: with pity morid, Down to the bottom of the thicket drove; And zeal for Thebes, I rashly thus approv'd. The young defenceless from the covert drew; • You counsel well; but prudence would advise Devour'd them straight, and to the mountains To work by cunning rather, and surprise, This omen seen, another worse we hear; [few. | Than force declar'd; his venom'dshafts you kuow, The subterraneous thunder greets our ear: Which Ay resistless from th’Herculean bow; The worst of all the signs which augurs know; A safe occasion now the silent hour A dire prognostic of impending woe.

Of midnight yields; when, by the gentle pow's "Amaz'd we stood, till Philoctetes broke Of careless slumber bound, the hero lies, Our long dejected silence thus, and spoke: Our necessary fraud will’scape his eyes; • Warriors of Thebes! the auguries dissuade Without the aid of force shall reach its aim, My purpose, and withhold me from your aid ; | With danger less incurr'd, and less of blame.' Though pity moves me, and ambition draws, “I counsel'd thus; and Cleon straight apTo share your labours and assert your cause; In silence from the dark recess we mov'd; [prov'd. In fight the arms of Hercules to show,

Towards the hearth, with wary steps, we came, And from his native ramparts drive the foe. The ashes stirr'd,and rous'd the slumb'ring flame. But vain it is against the gods to strive;

On ev'ry side in vain we turn'd our eyes, Whose counsels ruin nations or retrieve;

Nor, as our hopes had promis'd, found the prize: Without their favour, valour nought avails, Till to the couch, where Philoctetes lay, And human prudence self-subverted fails; The qniver led us by its silver ray ; For irresistibly their pow'r presides

For in a panther's fur together ty'd, In all events, and good and ill divides.

His bow and shafts, the pillow's place supply'd: Let Thebes assembled at the altars wait, . Thither I went with careful steps and slow; And long processions crowd each sacred gate : And by degrees obtain'd th' Herculean bow: With sacrifice appeas'd, and humble pray'r, 'i'he quiver next to disengage essay'd ; Their omens frustrated, the gods may spare. It stuck entangled, but at last obey'd. To day, my guests, repose; to morrow sail, The prize obtain'd, we hasten to the strand, If Heav'n propitious sends a prosp'rous gale: And rouse the mariners, and straight command For, shifting to the south, the western breeze The canvass to unfurl : a gentle gale Forbids you now to trust the faithless seas.' Favour'd our course, and fill’d the swelling sail :

“ The hero thus ; in silence sad, we mourn'd; | The shores retir'd; and when the morning ray And to the solitary cave return'd,

Ascended, from the deep, th' ethereal way; . Despairing of success; our grief he shar'd, Upon the right Cenæum's beach appear'd, And for relief a cheering bowl prepar'd;

And Pelion on the left his summit rear'd. The vintage wbich the grape spontaneous yields, All day we saild; but when the setting light By art untutor'd, on the woodland fields,

Approach'd the ocean, froin th’ Olympian height, He sought with care, and mingled in the bowl The breeze was hush'd ; and, stretch'd across A plant, of pow'r to calm the troubled soul;

the main, Its name nepenthe; swains, on desert ground, Like mountains rising on the wat’ry plain, Do often glean it, else but rarely found;

The clouds collected on the billows stood, This in the bowl he mix'd; and soon we found, And, with incumbent shade, obscur'd the food. In soft oblivion, all our sorrows drown'd:

Thither a current bore us; soon we found We felt no more the agonies of care,

A night of vapour closing fast around. And hope, succeeding, dawn'd upon despair. Loose hung the empty sail : we ply'd our oars, From morn we feasted, till the setting ray

And strove to reach Eubea's friendly shores; Retir’d, and ev'ning shades expell’d the day; But strove in vain ; for erring from the course, Then in the dark recesses of the cave,

In mazes wide, the rower spent his force. To slumbers soft, our willing limbs we gave : Seven days and nights we try'd some port to gain, But ere the morning, from the east, appear'd, Where Greek or barb'rous shores exclude the And sooner than the early lark is heard,

main ; Cleon awak'd, my careless slumber broke, But knew not, whether backwards, or before, And bending to my ear, in whispers spoke: Or on the right, or left, to seek the shore : • Dienices! while slumbering thus secure,

Till, rising on the eighth, a gentle breeze We think not what our citizens endure. (pears Drove the light fog, and brush'd the curling seas, The worst the signs have threaten'd, nought ap Our canvass to its gentle pow'r we spread; With happier aspect to dispel our fears;

And fix'd our oars, and follow'd as it led. Alcides lives not, and his friend in vain

Before us soon, impending from above, To arms we call, while auguries restrain:

Through parting clouds, we saw a lofty grove. Returning thus, we bring the Tbeban state Alarm'd, the sail we slacken, and explore But hopes deceiv'd, and omens of her fate:

The deeps and shallows of the unknown sbore. Better success our labours shall attend,

Near on the right a winding creek appear'd, Nor all our aims in disappointment end;

Thither directed by the pole, we steerd; If you approve my purpose, nor dissuade

And landed on the beach, by fate misled, What now I counsel for your country's aid. Nor knew again the port from which we fied. Soon as the Sun displays his early beam, The gods themselves deceiv'd us: to our eyes The arms of great Alcides let us claim ;

New caverns open, airy cliffs arise ;
Then for Baotia's shores direct our sails; That Philoctetes might again possess
And force must second if persuasion fails : | His arms, and Hear'a our injury redress

"The unknown region purpos'd to explore, | Against whose state united foes conspire, Cleon, with me alone. forsakes the shore | And waste her wide domain with sword and fire. Back to the care we left, by angry fate

There on the cliffs, which bound the neighb'ring Implicitly conducted, at the gate

We found the inansion of a lonely swain ; (main, The injur'd youth we found; a thick disguise I Much like to this, but that its rocky mouth, His native forin conceald, and mock'd our eyes; | The cooling north respects, as this the south; For the black locks in waving ringlets spread, And, in a corner of the cave conceal'd, A wreath of hoary white involv'd his head,

The clab which great Alcides us'd to wield. Beneath a load of years, he seem'd to bend,

Wrapt in his shaggy robe, the lion's spoils, His breast to sink, his shoulders to ascend.

| The mantie which he wore in all his toils. He saw us straight, and, rising from his seat,

At ev'na hunter in the cave appeard ; Began with sharp reproaches to repeat

From whom the fate of Hercules we heard. Oar crime; but could not thus s'ispicion give;

| He told us that he saw the chief expire, So strong is errour when the gods deceive!

| That he himself did light his fun'ral fire ; We question d of the country as we came,

And boasted, that the hero had resign'd, By whom inhabited, and what its name;

| To him, this bow and quiver, as his friend : How far from Thebes: that thither we were bound: | Oft seen before, these deadly shafts we know, And thus the wary youth our errour found.

And tipp'd with stars of gold th' Herculean bow: Sinooth'd to deceive. his accent straight he | But of the hero's fate, the tale he told, turo'd,

Whether 'tis true, I cannot now unfold.' While in his breast the thirst of vengeance burn'd;

" He spoke. The youth with indignation burn'd, And thinking now his bow and shafts regain'd,

Yet calm in outward semblance, thus return'd: Reply'd with hospitable kindness feign'd:

I must admire the man who could resign 'On Ida's sacred height, my guests ! you stand; to you, these

To you, these arms so precious and divine, Here Priam rules, in peace, a happy land. .

Which, to the love of such a friend, he ow'd; Twelve cities own hin, on the Phrygian plain,

Great was the gift if willingly bestow'd : Tbeir lord, and twelve fair islands on the main.

By force they could not easily be gain'd, Prom hence to Thebes in seven days space you'll

And fraud, I know, yonr gen'rous suls dis-lain'd.' If Jove propitious sends a prosp'rous gale. 'I sail. “Severely smiliny, thus the hero spoke; But now accept a homely meal, and deign

| With conscious shame we heard, nor silence To share, what Heav'n affords a humble swain.'

broke : " He said ; and brought a bowl with vintage | And thus again: ‘The only boon { claim, fillid,

Waich, to your host deny'd, would merit blame; * From berries wild, and mountain grapes distillid. | Is, that my hands that weapon may embrace, Of largest size; and plac'd it on a rock,

And on the faxen cord an arrow place; Under the covert of a spreading oak;

An honour which I covet ; though we mnourn'd, Around it autumn's mellow stores he laid,

By great Alcides, once our state o'ertura'd : Wuich the Sun ripens, in the woodland shade.

When proud Laomedon the hero bray'd, Our thirst and hunger thus at once allay'd,

Nor paid the ransom for his daughter say'J.' To Cleon turping, Philoctctes said:

“Dissembling thus did Philoctetes strive "The bow you wear of such unusual size,

His instruments of vengeance to retrieve : With wonder still I view and curious eyes ; [art,

And, by the Fates deceiv'd, in evil hour, Fur length, for thickness, and the workman's

The bow and shafts we yielded to bis pow'r, Surpassing all I've seen in ev'ry part."

In mirthful mood, provoking him to try " Disserobling, thus inquir'd the wary youth,

Whether the weapon would his force obey; And thus your valiant son declar'd the truth :

For weak he seem'd, like those whose nerves have 'Father! the weapon, which you thus commend,


(boast. The force of great Alcides once did bend ; [du'',

Through age, the vigour which in youth they These shafts the same which monsters fierce sub

The belt around his shoulders first he fung, And lawless men with vengeance just pursu'd.'

And, glitt'ring by his side the quiver hung: "The hero thus; and Pean's son again :

Compress'd with all his force the stubborn yev "What now I ask, refuse not to explain :

He bent, and from the case an arrow drew : Whether the hero still exerts his might,

And yielding to his rage in furious moodl Por innocence oppress'd: and injur'd right?

With aim direct against us full he stool, (guise. Or yields to fate; and with the mighty dead,

For vengeance arm'd; and now the thick disa Pron toil reposes in the Elysian shade!

Which veil'd his form before, and mock'd our Sare, if he liv'd, he would not thus forego

Vanish'd in air; our errour then appear'd; [eyes, His shafts invincible and mighty bow,

I saw the vengeance of the gods, and fear'd. By which he oft immortal honour gain'd

Before him on the ground my knees I bow'd, for wrongs redress'd and lawless force re. And, with extended hands, for mercy su’d. strain'd.'

But Cleon, fierce and scorning to entreat. The rage suppress'd, which in his bosom His weapon drew, and rush'd upon his fate: burn'd,

For as he came, the fatal arrow flew, He question'd thus; and Cleon thus return'd:

| And from his heart the vital current drew : What we have heard of Hercules, I'll show;

Supine he fell : and, welling from the wound, What by report we learn'd, and wbat we know.

A tide of gore impurpled all the ground. From Thebes to Deta's wilderness we went,

The son of Pean stooping drew the dart, With supplications, to the hero, sent

Yet warm with slaughter, from the hero's heart: From all our princes; that he would exert

And turn'd it full on me: with humble pray'r Mis matchless valour on his country's part,

And lifted hands, I mov'd him still to spare.


At last he yielded, from his purpose sway'd, Soon as the Sun forsakes the eastern main,
And answer'ring thus in milder accents, said: At ev'ry altar let a bull be slain ;
• No favour, sure, you merit; and the cause, And Thebes assembled move the pow'rs to spare,
Of right infring'd and hospitable laws,

With rows of sacrifice and humble pray'r:
Would justify revenge ; but as you claim, But now the night invites to soft repose,
With Hercules, your native soil the same; The momentary cure of human woes;
I now shall pardon for the hero's sake,

The stars descend; and soon the morning ray
Nor, though the gods approve it, vengeance take: Shall couse us to the labours of the day."
But straight avoid my presence, and unbind, The hero thus. In silence all approv'd,
With speed, your flying canvass to the wind. And rising, various, from th' assembly mov'd.
For if again to meet these eyes you come,
No pray’rs shall change, or mitigate your doom.'
" With frowning aspect thus the hero said.

His threats I fear'd, and willingly obey'd.
Straight in his purple robe the dead I bound,

Then to my shoulders rais'd him froin the ground: Behind the palace, where a stream descends.
And from the hills descending to the bay,

Its lonely walks a shady grove extends; Where anchor'd near the beach our galley lay,

Once sacred, now for common use ordain'd, The rest conven'd, with sorrow to relate

By war's wide licence and the ax profan'd: This anger of the gods and Cleon's fate:

Thither the monarch, froin th'assembly, went The hero's fate his bold companions mourn'd,

Alone, his fury and despair to vent, And ev'ry breast with keen resentment buru'd.

And thus to Hear'n: “ Dread pow's! whose They in their heady transports straight decreed,

sor'reign sway His fall with vengeance to requite or bleed.

The fates of men and mortal things obey! I fear'd the angry gods; and gave command,

From me expect not such applause to hear, With sail and oar, to fly the fatal strand;

As fawning vot'ries to thine altars bear; Enrag'd and sad, the mariners obey'd,

But truth severe. Although the forked brand, Unfurl'd the canvass, and the anchor weigh'd.

Which for destruction arms thy mighty hand, Our course, behind, the westeru breezes sped,

Were level'd at my head; a mind I hold, And from the coast with heavy hearts we fled.

By present ills, or future, uncontrol'd. All day they favour'd, but with ev'ning ceas'd;

Beneath thy sway, the race of mortals groan; And straight a tempest, from the storiny east,

Felicity sincere is felt by none : In opposition full, began to blow,

Delusive hope th' unpractis'd mind assails, And rear in ridges bigh the deep below.

And, by ten thousand treach'rous arts, prevails Against its boist'rous sway in vain we strove;

Through all the Earth the fair deceiver strays, Obliquely to the Thracian coast we drove :

And wretched man to misery betrays. Where Pelion lifts his head aloft in air,

Our crimes you punish, never teach to shun, With pointed cliffs and precipices bare;

When, blind from folly, on our fate we run: Thither our course we steerd, and on the strand

Hence sighs and groans thy tyrant reign confess, Descending, fix'd our cable to the land.

With ev'ry rueful symptom of distress. There twenty days we stay'd, and wish’d, in vain,

Here war unchain'd exerts bis wasteful pow'r; A favourable breeze, to cross the main;

Here famine pines; diseases there devour, For with unceasing rage the tempest rav'd,

And lead a train of all the ills that know And o'er the rocky beach the ocean heay'd. To shorten life, or lengthen it in woe. At last with care the hero's limbs we bum'd,

All men are curst; but I, above the rest, And, water'd with our tears, his bones inurn'd.

With tenfold vengeance, for my crimes, opprest: There, where a promontory's height divides,

With hostile pow'rs beset my tott'ring reign, Extended in the deep, the parted tides,

The people wasted, and my children slain; His tomb is seen, which, from its airy stand,

In swift approach, I see destruction come, Marks to the mariner the distant land. (will

But, with a mind unmov'd, I'll meet my doom; " This, princes ! is the truth; and though the For know, stern pow'r ! whose rengeance has Of Heav'n, the sov'reign cause of good and ill,

decreed Has dash'd our hopes, and, for the good in view, I That Creon, after all his sons, should bleed: With griefs afflicts us and disasters new;

As from the summit of some desert rock, Yet, innocent of all, I justly claim

The sport of tempests, falls the leafless oak, To stand exempt from punishment, or blame,

Of all its honours stript, thou ne'er shalt find, That zeal for Thebes 'gainst hospitable laws

Weakly submiss, or stupidly resign'd Prevail'd, and ardour in my country's cause, This dauptless heart; but purpos'd to debate I freely bave confess'd; but sure, if wrong

Thy stern decrees, and burst the chains of fate." Was e'er permitted to inducement strong,

He said; and turning where the herals dstand This claims to be excus'd : our country's need, 1 All night by turns, and wait their lord's command; With all who hear it, will for favour plead.”

| Menestheus there and Hegesander found, He ended thus. Unable to subdue

And Phæmius sage, for valour once renown'd; His grief, the monarch from the throne withdrew;

He charg'd them thus: “ Beyond the eastera In silent wonder fix'd, the rest remain'd;

tow'rs, Till Clytuphon the gen'ral sense explain'd:

Summon to meet in arms our martial pow'rs. " Your just defence, we mean not to refuse;

In silence let them move; let sigos command, Your prudence censure, or your zeal accuse :

And mute obedience reign through ev'ry band; To Heav'n we owe the valiant Cleon's fate,

For when the cast with early twilight glows, With each disaster which afflicts the state.

| We rush, from corer'd ambush, on our foes

Secure and unprepar'd: the truce we swore, When tempests with unlicens'd fury rave,
Our plighted faith, the seal of wine, and gore, And sweep from shore to shore the flying wave :
No ties I bold; all piety disclaim :

If he to whom each pow'r of ocean bends,
Adverse to me the gods, and I to them."

To quell such uproar, from the deep ascends, The angry monarch thus his will declar'd; Serene, amidst the wat'ry war, he rides, His rage the heralds fear'd, and straight repair'd And fixes, with his voice, the moving lides : To rouse the warriors. Now the morning light Such seem'd the monarch. From th’ Olympian Begins to mingle with the shades of night: The martial maid precipitates her night; [height, In every street a glitt'ring stream appears, To aid her fav'rite host the goddess came, Of polish'd helmets mix'd with shining spears: Mentor she seem'd, her radiant arms the same; Towards the eastern gate they drive along, | Who with Ulysses brought a chosen band Nations and tribes, an undistinguish'd throng: Of warriors from the Cephalenian strand; Creon himself superior, in his car,

| Already arm'd the valiant youth she found, Receiv'd tbem coming, and dispos'd the war. And arming for the fight his warriors round. · And now the Argives froin their tents proceed, And thus began : “Brave prince! our foes appear With rites sepulchral to intomb the dead. For battle order'd, and the fight is near. The king of men, amid the fun’ral fires,

Dauntless they come superior and elate, The chiefs assembles, and the work inspires. While fear unmans us, and resigns to fate. And thus the Pylian sage, in counsel wise: Would some immortal from th' Olympian height “ Princes ! I view, with wonder and surprise, Descend, and ior a moment stop the fight; Yon field abandon'd, where the foe pursu'd From sad dejection rous'd, and cold despair, Their fun'ral rites before, with toil renewd: We yet might arın us, and for war prepare; Not half their dead interr'd, they now abstain, But if on human aid we must depend, And silence reigns through all the smoky plain: Nor hope to see the fav’ring gods descend, Thence jealousy and fear possess my mind Great were the hero's praise, who now could boast Of faith infring'd, and treachery design'd: From ruin imminent to save the host ! Behind those woody heights, behind those tow'rs, The danger near some prompt expedient claims, I dread, in ambush laid, the Theban pow'rs; And prudence triumphs oft in worst extremes." With purpose to assault us, when they know

Thus, in a forin assum'd, the martial maid: That we, confiding, least expect a foe:

The generous warrior, thus replying, said: Let balf the warriors arm, and stand prepar'd, " In youth, I cannot hope to win the praise, From sudden violence, the host to guard;

With which experience crowns a length of days: While, in the mournful rites, the rest proceed, Weak are tbe hopes that on my counsels stand, Due to the honour'd reliques of the dead.” To combats new, nor practis'd in command :

Thus as he spoke ; approaching from afar, But as the gods, to save a sinking state, The hostile pow'rs, embattled for the war, Or snatch an arrny from the jaws of fate, Appear'd; and streaming from their polish'd shields When prudence stands confouoded, oft suggest A blaze of splendour brighten'd all the fields. A prompt expedient to some vulgar breast;. And thus the king of men, with lifted eyes, To your discerning ear I shall expose And both his hands extended to the skies: What now my mind excites me to disclose. “ Ye pow'rs supreme! whose unresisted sway Sav'd from th' unfinish'd honours of the slaja, The fate of men and mortal things obey !

The mingled spoils of forests load the plain; Let all the plagues, which perjury attend, In heaps contiguous, round the camp they lie, At once, and sudden, on our foes descend :

A fence too weak to stop the enemy : Let not the sacred seal of wine and gore,

But if we mix them with the seeds of fire, The hands we plighted, and the oaths we swore, Which unextinguish'd glow in ev'ry pyre, Be now in vain; but, from your bright abodes, Against the foe a sudden wall shall rise, Confound the bold despisers of the gods."

Of flame and smoke ascending to the skies : He pray'd; and nearer came the hostile train, The steed dismay'd shall backward hurl the car: With swift approach advancing on the plain; Mix with the phalanx, and confound the war." Embattled thick ; as when, at fall of night, He said. The goddess, in her conscious breast, A shepherd, from some promontory's height, A mother's triumph for a son possess'd, Approaching from the deep, a fog descries, Who emulates his sire in glorious deeds, Which hov'ring lightly o'er the billows fies; And, with his virtue, to his fame succeeds : By breezes borne, the solid soon it gains, Graceful the goddess turu'd, and with a voice, Climbs the steep hills, and darkens all the plains: | Bold and superior to the vulgar noise, Silent and swift the Theban pow'rs drew near; O'er all the field commands the woods to fire ; The chariots led, a phalanx clos'd the rear. Straight to obey a thousand hands conspire,

Coufusion straight through all the host arose, On ev'ry side the spreading fame extends, Stirr'd like the ocean when a tempest blows. And, roll'd in cloudy wreaths, the smoke ascends. Some arm for fight; the rest to terrour yield, Creun beheld; enrag'd to be withstood ; Inactive stand, or trembling quit the field. Like some fierce lion when he meets a flood On ev'ry side, assaults the deafen'd ear

Or trench defensive, which his rage restrains The discord loud of tumult, rage, and fear, For flocks unguarded, left by careless swains; i Superior in bis car, with ardent eyes,

O'er all the field he sends his eyes afar, The king of men through all the army flies; To mark fit entrance for a pointed war: The rash restrains, the cold with courage fires, Near on the right a narrow space he found, And all with hope and confidence inspires; Where fun'ral ashes smok'd upon the ground: As when the deep, in liquid mountains burlid, Thither the warriors of the Theban host, Assaults the rocky limits of theworld ;

Whose martial skill he priz'd and valour most,

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