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Great Theron fell, an omen of the fight-
Great Theron, large of limbs, of giant height.
He first in open fields defied the prince;
But armour scal'd with gold was no defence
Against the fated sword, which open'd wide
His plated shield, and pierc'd his naked side.

Next Lichas fell, who, not like others born,
Was from his wretched mother ripp'd and torn ;
Sacred, O Phoebus! from his birth to thee
For his beginning life from biting steel was free.
Not far from him was Gyas laid along,

Of monstrous bulk; with Cissues fierce and strong: [sail'd, Vain bulk and strength! for, when the chief asNor valour, nor Herculean arms avail'd, Nor their fam'd father, wont in war to go With great Alcides, while he toil'd below. The noisy Pharos next receiv'd his death: Eneas writh'd his dart, and stopp'd his bawling breath.

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He stagger'd with intolerable smart.
Alcanor saw; and reach'd, but reach'd in vain,
His helping hand, his brother to sustain.
A second spear, which kept the former course,
From the same hand, and sent with equal force,
His right arm pierc'd, and, holding on, bereft
His use of both, and pinion'd down his left.
Then Numitor from his dead brother drew
Th' ill-omen'd spear, and at the Trojan threw :
Preventing fate directs the lance awry,
Which, glancing, only mark'd Achates thigh.

In pride of youth the Sabine Clausus came, And, from afar, at Dryops took his aim,

The spear flew hissing through the middle Or, forcing these, the Trojan trenches gain."


And pierc'd his throat, directed at his face:
It stopp'd at once the passage of his wind,
And the free soul to flitting air resign'd:
His forehead was the first that struck the
Life-blood and life rush'd mingled through the

This said, he strode with eager haste along,
And bore amidst the thickest of the throng.
Lagus, the first he met, with fate to foe,
Had heav'd a stone of mighty weight, to throw :
Stooping, the spear descended on his chine,
Just where the bone distinguish'd either loin :
It stuck so fast, so deeply buried lay,
That scarce the victor forc'd the steel away.
Hisbon came on: but, while he mov'd too

He slew three brothers of the Borean race,
And three, whom Ismarus, their native place,
Had sent to war, but all the sons of Thrace.
Halesus, next, the bold Aurunci leads :
The son of Neptune to his aid succeeds,
Conspicuous on his horse. On either hand,
These fight to keep, and those to win, the land.
With mutual blood th' Ausonian soil is dy'd,
While on its borders each their claim decide.

As wintry winds, contending in the sky,
With equal force of lungs their titles try;
They rage, they roar; the doubtful rack of As caus'd an error in their parents' eyes-

And, after him, the Daunian twins were slain,
Laris and Thymbrus, on the Latian plain;
So wond'rous like in feature, shape and size,

Grateful mistake! but soon the sword decides
The nice distinction, and their fate divides :
For Thymbrus' head was lopp'd; and Laris'

Stands without motion, and the tide undriv'n:
Each bent to conquer, neither side to yield,
They long suspend the fortune of the field.
Both armies thus perform what courage can;
Foot set to foot, and mingled man to man.

But in another part th' Arcadian horse
With ill success engage the Latian force:
For where the impetuous torrent rushing down,
Huge craggy stones and rooted trees had

They left their coursers, and, unus'd to fight
On foot, were scatter'd in a shameful flight.
Pallas, who, with disdain and grief, had view'd
His foes pursuing, and his friends pursu❜d,
Us'd threat'nings mix'd with pray'rs, his last


With these to move their minds, with those to
fire their force.
"Which way, companions? whither would you
By you yourselves, and mighty battles won,
By my great sire, by his establish'd name,
An early promise of my future fame:
By my youth, emulous of equal right
To share his honours-shun ignoble flight!
Trust not your feet: your hands must hew
Through yon black body, and that thick array:
'Tis through that forward path that we must


come :

There lies a way, and there a passage home:
Nor pow'rs above, nor destinies below,
Oppress our arms, with equal strength we go,
With mortal hands to meet a mortal foe.
See on what foot we stand! a scanty shore-
The sea behind, our enemies before
No passage left, unless we swim the main;

To wish'd revenge, the prince prevents his blow;
For, warding his at once, at once he press'd,
And plung'd the fatal weapon in his breast.
Then lewd Anchemolus he laid in dust,
Who stain'd his stepdame's bed with impious


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Dismember'd, sought its owner on the strand:
The trembling fingers yet the falchion strain,
And threaten still th' extended stroke in vain.
Now, to renew the charge, th' Arcadians


Sight of such acts, and sense of honest shame,
And grief, with anger mix'd, their minds inflame.
Then, with a casual blow was Rhoteus slain,
Who chanc'd, as Pallas threw,to cross the plain;
The flying spear was after Ilus sent;
But Rhoteus happen'd on a death unmeant:
From Theuthras and from Tyres, while he fled,
The lance, athwart his body, laid him dead :
Roll'd from his chariot with a mortal wound,
And intercepted fate, he spurn'd the ground.

As when in summer, welcome winds arise,
The watchful shepherd to the forest flies,
And fires the midmost plants; contagion

And catching flames infect the neighb'ring

Around the forest flies the furious blast,
And all the leafy nation sinks at last;
And Vulcan rides in triumph o'er the waste.
The pastor, pleas'd with his dire victory,
Beholds the satiate flames in sheets ascend the


So Pallas' troops their scatter'd strength unite,
And pouring on their foes, their prince delight.
Halesus came, fierce with desire of blood:
But first collected in his arms he stood:
Advancing then, he plied the spear so well,
Ladon, Demodocus, and Pheres fell.

Around his head he toss'd his glitt❜ring brand,
And from Strymonius hew'd his better hand,
Held up to guard his throat; then hurl'd a stone
At Thoas' ample front, and pierc'd the bone:
It struck beneath the space of either eye:
And blood, and mingled brains, together fly.
Deep skill'd in future fates, Halesus' sire
Did with the youth to lonely groves retire:
But, when the father's mortal race was run,
Dire destiny laid hold upon the son,
And haul'd him to the war, to find, beneath
Th' Evandrian spear, a memorable death.
Pallas th' encounter seeks, but, ere he throws,
To Tuscan Tyber, thus address'd his vows;
"O sacred stream! direct my flying dart,
And give to pass the proud Halesus' heart.
His arms and spoils thy holy oak shall bear."
Pleas'd with the bribe, the god receiv'd his

For, while his shield protects a friend distress'd,
The dart came driving on and pierc'd his breast.
But Lausus, no small portion of the war,
Permits not panic fear to reign too far,
Caus'd by the death of so renown'd a knight;
But by his own example cheers the fight.
Fierce Abas first he slew-Abas, the stay
Of Trojan hopes, and hind'rance of the day.
The Phrygian troops escap'd the Greeks in vain :
They, and their mix'd allies, now load the plain.

To the rude shock of war both armies came :
Their leaders equal, and their strength the same.
The rear so press'd the front, they could not

Their angry weapons, to dispute the field.
Here Pallas urges on, and Lausus there:
Of equal youth and beauty both appear,
Both by fate forbid to breathe their native air.
Their congress in the field great Jove with-

From the forbidden space his men retir'd.
Pallas their awe, and his stern words admir'd;
Survey'd him o'er and o'er with wond'ring
Struck with his haughty mien, and tow'ring
Then to the king: "Your empty vaunts forbear:
Success I hope; and fate I cannot fear.
Alive, or dead, I shall deserve a name :
Jove is impartial, and to both the same.

He said, and to the void advanc'd his pace.
Pale horror sate on each Arcadian face.
Then Turnus, from his chariot, leaping light,
Address'd himself on foot to single fight.
And, as a lion—when he spies from far
A bull that seems to meditate the war,
Bending his neck, and spurning back the sand-
Runs roaring downward from his hilly stand;
Imagine eager Turnus not more slow,
To rush from high on his unequal foe.

Young Pallas, when he saw the chief ad


Within due distance of his flying lance,
Prepares to charge him first-resolv'd to try
If fortune would his want of force supply;
And thus to heav'n and Hercules address'd:
"Alcides, once on earth Evander's guest!
His son adjures thee, by those holy rites,
That hospitable board, those genial nights,
Assist my great attempt to gain this prize,
And let proud Turnus view, with dying eyes,
His ravish'd spoils." "T was heard, the vain
Alcides mourn'd, and stifled sighs within his
Then love, to sooth his sorrow, thus began:
"Short bounds of life are set to mortal man.
'Tis virtue's work alone to stretch the narrow


So many sons of gods, in bloody fight
Around the walls of Troy, have lost the light:
My own Sarpedon fell beneath his foe;
Nor I, his mighty sire, could ward the blow.
E'en Turnus shortly shall resign his breath,
And stands already on the verge of death."
This said, the god permits the fatal fight,
But from the Latian fields averts his sight.

Now with full force his spear young Pallas
threw ;

And, having thrown, his shining falchion drew,
The steel just graz'd along the shoulder-joint,
And mark'd it slightly with the glancing point.
Fierce Turnus first to nearer distance drew,
And pois'd his pointed spear, before he threw :
Then as the winged weapon whizz'd along,
"See now," said he, "whose arm is better


Both doom'd to fall, and fall by greater hands.
Meantime Juturna warns the Daunian chief
Of Lausus' danger, urging swift relief.
With his driv'n chariot he divides the crowd
And making to his friends, thus calls aloud:
"Let none presume his needless aid to join:
Retire, and clear the field: the fight is mine:
To this right hand is Pallas only due:

The spear kept on the fatal course, unstay'd

O! were his father here, my just revenge to By plates of ir'n, which o'er the shield were view!" laid: [pass'd, Through folded brass, and tough bull-hides, it His corslet pierc'd, and reach'd his heart at last. In vain the youth tugs at the broken wood : The soul comes issuing with the vital blood: He falls: his arms upon his body sound : And with his bloody teeth he bites the ground. Turnus bestrode the corpse : "Arcadians hear,"

Said he: "my message to your master bear:

Such as the sire deserv'd, the son I send :
It costs him dear to be the Phrygian's friend.
The lifeless body, tell him, I bestow
Unask'd, to rest his wand'ring ghost below."
He said, and trampled down, with all the force
Of his left foot, and spurn'd the wretched corse;
Then snatch'd the shining belt, with gold in-

The belt Eurytion's artful hands had made; Where fifty fatal brides, express'd to sight, All in the compass of one mournful night, Depriv'd their bridegrooms of returning light.

In an ill hour insulting Turnus tore Those golden spoils, and in a worse he wore. O mortals! blind in fate, who never know To bear high fortunes, or endure the low! The time shall come, when Turnus, but in vain, Shall wish untouch'd the trophies of the slainShall wish the fatal belt were far away, And curse the dire remembrance of the day.

The sad Arcadians, from th' unhappy field, Bear back the breathless body on a shield. 0 grace and grief of war! at once restor'd, With praises, to thy sire, at once deplor❜d. One day first sent thee to the fighting field, Beheld whole heaps of foes in battle kill'd; One day beheld thee dead, and borne upon thy shield.

This dismal news, not from uncertain fame,
But sad spectators, to the hero came :
His friends upon the brink of ruin stand,
Unless reliev'd by his victorious hand.
He whirls his sword around, without delay,
And hews through adverse foes an ample way,
To find fierce Turnus, of his conquest proud.
Evander, Pallas, all that friendship ow'd
To large deserts, are present to his eyes-
His plighted hand, and hospitable ties.

Four sons of Sulmo, four whom Ufens bred,
He took in fight, and living victims led,
To please the ghost of Pallas, and expire,
In sacrifice, before his fun'ral fire.

At Magus next he threw: he stoop'd below The flying spear, and shunn'd the promis'd blow,

Then creeping, clasp'd the hero's knees, and pray'd:

"By young Iulus, by thy father's shade,
O! spare my life, and send me back to see
My longing sire, and tender progeny.
A lofty house I have, and wealth untold,
In silver ingots, and in bars of gold:
All these, and sums besides, which see no day,
The ransom of this one poor life shall pay.
If I survive, will Troy the less prevail?
A single soul's too light to turn the scale."
He said. The hero sternly thus replied:

Thy bars and ingots, and the sums beside

Leave for thy children's lot. Thy Turnus broke

All rules of war by one relentless stroke,
When Pallas fell: so deems, nor deems alone,
My father's shadow, but my living son."
Thus having said, of kind remorse bereft,
He seiz'd his helm, and uragg'd him with his left;
Then with his right hand, while his neck he

Up to the hilt his shining falchion sheath'd.
Apollo's priest, Hæmonides was near:
His holy fillets on his front appear;
Glitt'ring in arms, he shone amidst the crowd,
Much of his god, more of his purple, proud.
Him the fierce Trojan follow'd through the field:
The holy coward fell; and, forc'd to yield,
The prince stood o'er the priest, and, at one

Sent him an off"ring to the shades below.
His arms Serestus on his shoulders bears,
Design'd a trophy to the god of wars.

Vulcanian Cæculus renews the fight,
And Umbro, born upon the mountain's height.
The champion cheers his troops t' encounter

And seeks revenge himself on other foes.
At Anxur's shield he drove; and, at one blow,
Both shield and arm to ground together go.
Anxur had boasted much of magic charms,
And thought he wore impenetrable arms,
So made by mutter'd spell; and, from the

Had life secur'd, in vain, for length of years.
Then Tarquitus the field in triumph trod;
A nymph his mother, and his sire a god.
Exulting in bright arms, he braves the prince :
With his protended lance he makes defence ;
Bears back his feeble foe; then, pressing on
Arrests his better hand, and drags him down;
Stands o'er the prostrate wretch, and (as he lay,
Vain tales inventing, and prepar'd to pray)
Mows off his head: the trunk a moment stood,
Then sunk, and roll'd along the sand in blood.
The vengeful victor thus upbraids the slain:
"Lie there, proud man, unpity'd, on the plain:
Lie there, inglorious, and without a tomb,
Far from thy mother and thy native home,
Expos'd to savage beasts, and birds of prey,
Or thrown for food to monsters of the sea."


On Lycas and Antæus next he ran, Two chiefs of Turnus, and who led his van. They fled for foar; with these, he chas❜d along Camers the yellow-lock'd, and Numa strong, Both great in arms; and both were fair and


Camers was son to Volscens, lately slain, In wealth surpassing all the Latian train, And in Amycle fix'd his silent easy reign

And as Egeon, when with heav'n he strove,
Stood opposite in arms to mighty Jove;
Mov'd all his hundred hands, provok'd the war,
Defied the forky lightning from afar;
At fifty mouths his flaming breath expires,
And flash for flash returns, and fires for fires;
In his right hand as many swords he wields,
And takes the thunder on as many shields:
With strength like his, the Trojan hero stood;
And soon the fields with falling crops were

When once his falchion found the taste of blood. With fury scarce to be conceiv'd, he flew Against Niphæus, whom four coursers drew. They, when they see the fiery chief advance, And pushing at their chests his pointed lance, Wheel'd with so swift a motion, mad with fear, They threw their master headlong from the chair.

They stare, they start, nor stop their course, before

They bear the bounding chariot to the shore.

Now Lucagus and Liger scour the plains, With two white steeds; but Liger holds the reins,

And Lucagus the lofty seat maintains-
Bold brethren both. The former wav'd in air
His flaming sword: Æneas couch'd his spear,
Unus'd to threats, and more unus'd to fear.
Then Liger thus: "Thy confidence is vain
To 'scape from hence, as from the Trojan

Nor these the steeds which Diomede bestrode,
Nor this the chariot where Achilles rode :
Nor Venus' veil is here, nor Neptune's shield:
Thy fatal hour is come; and this the field."
Thus Liger vainly vaunts: the Trojan peer
Return'd his answer with his flying spear.
As Lucagus, to lash his horses, bends
Prone to the wheels, and his left foot protends
Prepar'd for fight-the fatal dart arrives,
And through the border of his buckler drives;
Pass'd through and pierc'd his groin. The dead-
ly wound,

Cast from his chariot, roll'd him on the ground: Whom thus the chief upbraids with scornful spite :

"Blame not the slowness of your steeds in flight:


Vain shadows did not force their swift retreat;
But you yourself forsake your empty seat."
He said and seiz'd at once the loosen'd rein:
For Liger lay already on the plain,
By the same shock: then, stretching out his

Who form'd thee thus divine, I beg thee, spare This forfeit life, and hear thy suppliant's pray'r." Thus much he spoke, and more he would have said,

The recreant thus his wretched life demands: "Now, by thyself, O more than mortal man! By her and him from whom thy breath began, VOL. II.-13

But the stern hero turn'd aside his head,
And cut him short: "I hear another man:
You talk'd not thus before the fight began.
Now take your turn; and, as a brother should,
Attend your brother to the Stygian flood."
Then through his breast his fatal sword he sent;
And the soul issued at the gaping vent.
As storms the skies, and torrents tear the

Thus rag'd the prince, and scatter'd deaths around.


At length Ascanius, and the Trojan train,
Broke from the camp, so long besieg'd in vain.
Meantime the king of gods, and mortal man,
Held conf'rence with his queen, and thus began:
My sister goddess, and well pleasing wife,
Still think you Venus' aid supports the strife-
Sustains her Trojans or themselves, alone,
With inborn valour force their fortune on?
How fierce in fight, with courage undecay'd!
Judge if such warriors want immortal aid."
To whom the goddess with the charming eyes,
Soft in her tone, submissively replies:
"Why, O my sov'reign lord, whose frown I

And cannot, unconcern'd, your anger bear-
Why urge you thus my grief? when if I still
(As once I was) were mistress of your will,
From your almighty pow'r your pleasing wife
Might gain the grace of lengthening Turnus'

Securely snatch him from the fatal fight,
And give him to his aged father's sight.
Now let him perish, since you hold it good,
And glut the Trojans with his pious blood.
Yet from our lineage he derives his name,
And, in the fourth degree, from god Pilumnus

Yet he devoutly pays you rites divine,
And offers daily incense at your shrine."
Then shortly thus the sov'reign god replied:
"Since in my pow'r and goodness you confide,
If, for a little space, a lengthen'd span,
You beg reprieve for this expiring man,
I grant your leave to take your Turnus hence
From instant fate, and can so far dispense.
But, if some secret meaning lies beneath,
To save the short-liv'd youth from destin'd

Or, if a farther thought you entertain,

To change the fates; you feed your hopes in vain." [eyes:

To whom the goddess thus, with weeping "And what if that request, your tongue denies,

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