There fuck the lance. Then rifing ere he threw, [ Let then the furies of that arm be known,

The forceful fpear of great Achilles flew,
And pierc'd the Dardan's fhield's extremeft bound,
Where the fhrill brass return'd a sharper found:
Through the thin verge the Pelian weapon glides.
And the flight covering of expanded hides. 326
Eneas his contracted body bends,
And o'er him high the riven targe extends,
Sees through its parting plates, the upper air,
And at his back perceives the quivering fpear: 330
A fate fo near him chills his foul with fright;
And swims before his eyes the many-colour'd light.
Achilles, rushing in with dreadful cries,
Draws his broad blade, and at Æneas flies:
Eneas, roufing as the foe came on
(With force collected) heaves a mighty ftone:
A mass enormous! which in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate fons could raife.
But Ocean's God, whofe earthquakes rock the
ground,

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Saw the distress, and mov'd the Powers around.
Lo! on the brink of fate Æneas stands,
An instant victim to Achilles' hands;
By Phoebus urg'd: but Phoebus has bestow'd
His aid in vain: the man o'erpowers the God.
And can ye fee this righteous chief atone,
With guiltless blood, for vices not his own?
To all the Gods his conftant vows were paid;
Sure, though he wars for Troy, he claims our aid!
Fate wills not this; nor thus can Jove refign
The future Father of the Dardan line:
The firft great ancestor obtain'd his grace,
And ftill his love defcends on all the race;
For Priam now, and Priam's faithless kind,
At length are odious to th' all-seeing Mind;
On great Æneas shall devolve the reign,
And fons fucceeding fons the lafting line fuftain.
The

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great Earth-fhaker thus: to whom replies Th' imperial Goddess with the radiant eyes: Good as he is, to immolate or fpare

The Dardan Prince, O Neptune, be thy care; 360
Pallas and I, by all that Gods can bind,
Have fworn deftruction to the Trojan kind;
Not ev'n an inftant to protract their fate,
Or fave one member of the finking state;
Till her last flame be quench'd with her last gore,
And ev'n her crumbling ruins are no more.

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Secure, no Grecian force tranfcends thy own
With that, he left him, wondering as he lay,
Then from Achilles chas'd the mift away:
Sudden, returning with the ftream of light,
The scene of war came rufhing on his fight.
Then thus amaz'd: What wonders ftrike my
mind!

My fpear, that parted on the wings of wind,
Laid here before me! and the Dardan lord, 395
That fell this inftant, vanish'd from my fword.
I thought alone with mortals to contend,
But Powers celeftial fure this foe defend.
Great as he is, our arm he fcarce will try,
Content, for once, with all his Gods, to fly. 400
Now then let others bleed-This faid, aloud
He vents his fury, and inflames the crowd,
O Greeks (he cries and every rank alarms)
Join battle, man to man, and arms to arms!
'Tis not in me, though favour'd by the Sky, 405
To mow whole troops, and make whole armies
No God can fingly fuch a host engage,
Not Mars himself, nor great Minerva's rage.
But whatfoe'er Achilles can infpire,
Whate'er of active force, or acting fire:
Whate'er this heart can prompt, or hand obey;
All, all Achilles, Greeks! is yours to-day.
Through yon wide hoft this arm fhall scatter fear,
And thin the squadrons with my single spear.

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He faid; nor lefs elate with martial joy, 415
The godlike Hector warm'd the troops of Troy :
Trojans to war! Think Hector leads you on;
Nor dreads the vaunts of Peleus' haughty fon.
Deeds muft decide our fate. Ev'n those with
words

Infult the hrave, who tremble at their fwords : 420
The weakest Atheist-wretch all Heaven defiés,
But fhrinks and fhudders when the thunder flies.
Nor from yon boaster shall your chief retire,
Not though his heart were steel, his hand were
fire;

That fire, that fteel, your Hector should with-
ftand,

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And brave that vengeful heart, that dreadful hand.
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Thus (breathing rage thro' all) the hero said;
A wood of lances rifes round his head,
Clamours on clamours tempett al the air, [430
They join, they throng, they thicken to the war.
But Phoebus warns him, from high heaven, to fhun
The fingle fight with Thetis' godlike fon;
More fafe to combat in the mingled band,
Nor tempt too near the terrors of his hand.
He hears obedient to the God of Light,
And, plung'd within the ranks, awaits the fight.
Then fierce Achilles, fhouting to the skies,
On Troy's whole force with boundless fury flies,
Firft falls Iphityon, at his army's head;
Brave was the chief, and brave the hoft he led; 440
From great Otrynteus he deriv'd his blood,
His mother was a Naïs of the flood;
Beneath the hades of Tmolus, crown'd with snow,
From Hyde's walls he rul'd the lands below.
Fierce as he fprings, the fword his head divides; 445
The parted vifage falls on equal fides:
With loud-refounding arms he ftrikes the plain;
While thus Achilles glories o'er the flain:

The king of Ocean to the fight defcends,
Through all the whistling darts his courfe he bends,
Swift interpos'd between the warriors flies,
And cafts thick darknets o'er Achilles' eyes.
From great Æneas fhield the fpear he drew,
And at his mafter's feet the weapon threw.
That done, with force divine he snatch'd on high
The Dardan Prince, and bore him through the sky,
Smooth-gliding without step, above the heads 375
Of warring heroes, aud of bounding fteeds
Till at the battle's utmoft verge they light,
Where the flow Caucans close the rear of fight.
The Godhead there (his heavenly form confefs'd)
With words like these the panting chief addrefs'd:
[380
What power, O prince, with force inferior far,
Urg'd thee to meet Achilles' arm in war?
Henceforth beware, nor antedate thy doom,
Defrauding Fate of all thy fame to come.
But when the day decreed (for come it must) 385
Shall lay this dreadful hero in the dust,

Lie there, Otryntides! the Trojan earth Receives thee dead, tho'Gygæ boast thy birth: 450

Those beauteous fields where Hyllus' waves are rol'd,

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And plenteous Hermus fwells with tides of gold,
Are thine no more-Th' insulting hero faid,
And left him fleeping in eternal fhade.
The rolling wheels of Greece the body tore,
And dash'd their axles with no vulgar gore.
Demoleon next, Antenor's offspring, laid
Breathlefs in duft, the price of rafhnefs paid.
Th' impatient steel, with full defcending fway,
Forc'd through his brazen helm its furious way, 460
Refiftless drove the batter'd fkull before,
And dafh'd and mingled all the brains with gore.
This fees Hippodamas, and, feiz'd with fright,
Deferts his chariot for a fwifter flight:
The lance arreft him: an ignoble wound
The panting Trojan rivets to the ground.
He groans away his foul: not louder roars,
At Neptune's farine on Helicé's high flores,
The victim bull: the rocks rebellow round,
And Ocean liftens to the grateful found.

The fpear a fourth time bury'd in the cloud;
He foams with fury, and exclaims aloud:
Wretch thou haft 'icap'd again, once more
thy flight

Has fav'd thee, and the partial God of Light. 520
But long thou shalt not thy jub fate withftand,
If any power aflift Achilles' band.

Fly then, inglorious! but thy flight this day
Whole hecatombs of Trojan ghosts fall pay. 525

With that, he gluts his rage on numbers flain :
Then Dryops tumbled to th' enfanguin'd plain,
Pierc'd thro' the neck; he left him panting there,
And stopp'd Demuchus. great Philetor's heir.
Gigantie chief! deep gafh'd th' enormous blade,
And for the foul an ample paffage made.
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Then fell on Polydore his vengeful rage,
The youngest hope of Priam's ftooping age
(Whofe feet for fwiftnefs in the race furpaft):
Of all his fous, the deareft and the last.
To the forbidden field he takes his flight
In the first folly of a youthful knight,
To vaunt his fwiftnefs wheels around the plain,
But vaunts not long, with all his swiftness flain.
Struck where the croffing belts unite behind,
And golden rings the double back-plate join'd÷480
Forth through the navel burft the thrilling steel:
And on his knees with piercing fhrieks he fell;
The rushing entrails pour'd upon the ground
His hands collect; and darkness wraps him round.
When Hector view'd, all ghaftly in his gore,
Thus fadly flain th' unhappy Polydore,
A cloud of forrow overcaft his fight;
His foul no longer brook'd the diftant fight:
Full in Achilles' dreadful front he came,
And fhook his javelin like a waving flame.
The fou of Peleus fees, with joy poffeft,
His heart high-bounding in his rifing breast:
And, lo! the man, on whom black fates attend;
The mau,
that flew Achilles, in his friend!
No more fhall Hector' and Pelides' Ipear
Turn from each other in the walks of war→→→
Then with revengeful eyes he feann'd him o'er:
Come, and receive thy fate! He fpake no more.
He&or, undaunted, thus: Such words employ
To one that dreads thee, fome unwarlike boy: 500
Such we could give, defying and defy'd,
Mean intercourfe of obloquy and pride!
I know thy force to mine fuperior far;
But Heaven alone confers fuccefs in war:
Mean as I am, the Gods may guide my dart, 505
And give it entrance in a braver heart.

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The valiant fons of an unhappy fire;
Both in one inftant from the chariot hurl'd,
Sunk in one inftant to the nether world;
This difference only their fad fates afford,
That one the spear deftroy'd, and one the fword.
Nor lefs unpitied young Alaftor bleeds;
In vain his youth, in vain his beauty, pleads:
In vain he begs thee with a fuppliant's moan,
To fpare a form, an age, fo like thy own!
Cubappy boy! no prayer, no moving art,
E'er bent that fierce, inexorable heart!
While yet he trembled at his knees, and cry'd,
The ruthlefs faulchion ope'd his tender fide;
The panting liver pours a flood of gore,
That drowns his bolom till lie pants no more.

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Thro' Mulius' head then drove th' impetuous
The warrior falls, transfix'd from ear to ear. [fpear,
Thy life, Echeclus! next the fword bereaves,
Deep through the front the ponderous faulchion
cleaves;
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Warm'd in the brain the fmoking weapon lies,
The purple death councs floating o'er his eyes.
Then brave Deucalion dy d: the dart was flung
Where the knit nerves the pliant elbow ftrung;
He dropt his arm, an unafifting weight,
And flood all impotent, expecting fate:
Full on his neck the falling faulchion sped,
From his broad fhoulders hew'd his crefted head:
Borth from the bone the fpinal marrow flies,
495And funk in duft the corpfe extended lies.
Rhigmus, whofe race from fruitful Thracia came,
(The fon of Pireus, an illuftrious name)
Succeeds to fate: the fpear his belly rends;
Prone from his car the thundering chief defcends:
The fquire, who faw expiring on the ground 565
His proftrate mafter rein'd the feeds around:
His back fearce turn'd, the Pelian javelin gor'd,
And fretch'd the fervant o'er the dying lord.
As when a flame the winding valley filis,
And runs on crackling fhrubs between the hills;
Then o'er the tubble up the mountain flies,
Fires the high woods, and blazes to the skies,
This way and that the spreading torrent roars;
So fweeps the hero through the wafted fhores:
510 Around him wide, immenfe deftruction pours, 575
And earth is delug'd with the fanguine fhowers,
As, with autumnal harvests cover'd o'er,
And thick beftrown, lies Ceres' facred floor;
When round and round with never-weary'd pain,
The trampling fteers beat out th' unnumber'd
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Then parts the lance: but Pallas's heavenly
Far from Achilles wafts the winged death, [breath
'The bidden dart again to Hedor flies,
And at the feet of its great mefter lies.
Achilles clofes with his hated foe,

11 heart and eyes with flaming fury glow:
Pit, prefent to his aid, Apollo fhrouds
The favour'd hero in a veil of clouds.

Thrice truck Pelides with indignant heart,
The impaffive air he plung'd the dart:

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The Trojans fly before Achilles, fome towards the town, others to the river Scamander: be falls upon the latter with great flaughter; takes twelve captives alive, to facrifice to the fade of Patroclus; and kills Lycaon and Afteropaus. Scamander attacks him with all his waves; Neptune and Pallas affift the bero; Simoïs joins Scamander; at length Vulcan, by the infligation of Juno, almoft dries up the river. This combat ended, the other Gods engage each other. Mean while Achilles continues the flaughter, drives the reft into Troy: Agenor only makes a stand, and is conveyed away in a cloud by Apollo; who (to delude Achilles) takes upon bim Agenor's foape, and while be purfues bim in that difguife, gives the Trojans an eppertunity of retiring into their city.

The fame day continues. The fcene is on the banks and in the fream of Scamander.

ANDI

AND now to Xanthus gliding stream they drove, With their rich belts their captive arms conftrains Kanthus, immortal progeny of Jove.

The river here divides the flying train,

New down he plunges, now he whirls it round,
Deep groun'd the waters with the dying found; 25
Repeated wounds the reddening river dy'd,
Andthe warm purple circled on the tide.
Swift through the foamy flood the Trojans fly,
And clofe in rocks or winding caverns lie:
So, the huge Dolphin tempefting the main,
In fhoals before him fly the fealy train,
Conius'dly heap'd they feek their inmoft caves,
pant and heave beneath the floating waves.
Now, tir'd with flaughter, from the Trojan band
Twelve chofen youth's he drags alive to land; 35

Or

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(Late their proud ornaments, but now their

chains).

Thefe his attendants to the fhips convey'd,
Sad victims! destin'd to Patroclus' fhade.
Then, as once more he plung'd amid the flood, 40
The young Lycaon in his paffage stood,
The fon of Priam; whom the hero's hand
But late made captive in his father's land
(As from a fycamore, his founding steel
Lopp'd the green arms to spoke a chariot wheel);45
To Leinos' ifle he fold the royal flave,
Where Jafon's fon the price demanded gave;
But kind Ection touching on the shore,
The ranfom'd prince to fair Arisbe bore.
Ten days were paft, fince in his father's reign 50
He felt the fweets of liberty again;

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The next, that God whom men in vain withstand,
Gives the fame youth to the fame conquering hand:
Now never to return! and doom'd to go
A fadder journey to the fhades below.
His well-known face when great Achilles ey'd
(The helm and vifor he had caft afide
With wild affright, and dropp'd upon the field
His ufelets lance and unavailing shield)
As trembling, panting, from the stream he fled, 60
| Aud knock'd his faultering knees, the hero faid:
Ye mighty Gods! what wonders strike my view!
Is it in vain our conquering arms tubdue?
Sure I fhall fee yon heaps of Trojans kill'd,
Rite from the fhades, and brave me on the field: 65
As now the captive, whom fo late I bound
And fold to Lemnos, ftalks on Trojan ground!
Not him the fea's unmeafur'd deeps detain,
That bar fuch numbers from their native plain:
Lo! he returns. Try, then, my flying spear: 70
Try, if the grave can hold the wanderer;

If earth at length this active prince can seize, Earth, whose strong grafp has held down Hercules.

His earthly honours, and immortal name!
In vain your immolated bulls are flain,
Your living courfers glut his gulfs in vain :
Thus he rewards you, with this bitter fate;
heart:Thus, till the Grecian vengeance is complete;
Thus is aton'd Patroclus' honour'd shade,
And the short abfence of Achilles paid.
These boaftful words provoke the raging God;
With fury fwells the violated flood.

Thus while he spoke, the Trojan pale with fears
Approach'd, and fought his knees with fuppliant
Loth as he was to yield his youthful breath, [tears; 76
And his foul fhivering at th' approach of death,
Achilles rais'd the fpear, prepar'd to wound;
He kifs'd his feet, extended on the ground:
And while, above, the fpear fufpended ftood, 80
Longing to dip its thirsty point in blood,
One hand embrac'd them clofe, one ftopt the dart,
While thus thefe melting words attempt his
Thy well-known captive, great Achilles! fee,
Once more Lycaon trembles at thy knee.
Some pity to a fuppliant's name afford,
Who fhar'd the gifts of Ceres at thy board;
Whom late thy conquering arm to Lemnos bore,
Far from his father, friends, and native shore;
A hundred oxen were his price that day,
Now fums immenfe thy mercy fhall repay.
Scarce refpited from woes I yet appear,

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What means divine may yet the Power employ,
To check Achilles, and to rescue Troy?

Mean while the hero fprings in arms, to dare 155
The great Afteropeus to mortal war;
The fon of Pelagon, whofe lofty line

And fcarce twelve morning funs have feen me Flows from the fource of Axius, ftream divine!

here;

(Fair Peribæa's love the God had crown'd, With all his refluent waters circled round). 160 95 On him Achilles rush'd: he fearless stood, And hook two 1pears, advancing from the flood"; The flood impell'd him, on Pelides' head Tavenge his waters chok'd with heaps of dead. Near as they drew, Achilles thus began:

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Lo! Jove again fubmits me to thy hands,
Again, her victim cruel Fate demands!
I fprung from Priam and Laothöe fair
(Old Alte's daughter, and Lelegia's heir;
Who held in Pedafus his fam'd abode,
And rul'd the fields where filver Satnio flow'd) :
Two fons (alas! unhappy fons) the bore; 1007
For, ah! one fpear fhall drink each brother's
And I fucceed to flaughter'd Polydore. [gore;
How from that arm of terror fhall I fly?
Some dæmon urges! 'tis my doom to die!
If ever yet foft pity touch'd thy mind,
Ah! think,not me too much of Hector's kind!
Not the fame mother gave thy fuppliant breath,
With his, who wrought thy lov'd Patroclus' death.
These words, attended with a shower of tears,
The youth addreft to unrelenting ears:
Talk not of life, or ransom, (he replies)
Patroclus dead, whoever meets me dies:
In vain a fingle Trojan fues for grace;
But leaft, the fons of Priam's hateful race.
Die then, my friends! what boots it to deplere?115
The great, the good Patroclus is no more!
He, far thy better, was foredoom'd to die,
"And thou, doft thou bewail mortality?"
Seeft thou not me, whom nature's gifts adorn,
Sprung from a hero, from a Goddefs born;
The day shall come (which nothing can avert)
When by the fpear, the arrow, or the dart,
By night or day, by force or by defign,
Impending death and certain fate are mine.
Die then-he faid: and, as the word he spoke,125
The fainting ftripling funk before the stroke:
His hand forgot its grafp, and left the spear:
While all his trembling frame confeft his fear;
Sudden, Achilles his broad fword display'd,
And buried in his neck the reeking blade.
Prone fell the youth; and, panting on the land,
Te gushing purple dy'd the thirsty sand;
The victor to the stream the carcafe gave,
And thus infults him, floating on the wave:
Lie there, Lycaon! let the fifh surround
Thy bloated corpfe, and fuck thy gory wound;

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What art thou, boldest of the race of man? Who, or from whence? Unhappy is the fire Whofe fon encounters our refiftlefs ire.

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O fon of Peleus! what avails to trace
(Reply'd the warrior) our illuftrious race?
From rich Pæonia's valleys I command,
Arm'd with portended fpears, my native band;
Now fhines the tenth bright morning fince I

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One ftruck, but pierc'd not the Vulcanian shield;
One raz'd Achilles' hand; the fpouting blood
Spun forth, in earth the faften'd weapon ftood.
Like lightning next the Pelian javelin flies: 185
Its erring fury hifs'd along the skies;
Deep in the fwelling bank was driven the fpear,
Ev'n to the middle earth'd; and quiver'd there.
Then from his fide the fword Pelides drew,
And on his foe with doubled fury flew.
The foe thrice tugg'd, and hook the rooted wood;
Repulfive of his might the weapon stood:
The fourth, he tries to break the fpear in vain;
Bent as he ftands, he tumbles to the plain;
His belly open'd with a ghastly wound,
The reeking entrails pour upon the ground.
Beneath the hero's feet he panting lies,
And his eye darkens, and his fpirit flies:
While the proud victor thus triumphing faid,
His radiant armour tearing from the dead:

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As he that thunders, to the stream that flows.
What rivers can, Scamander might have shown;
But Jove he dreads, nor wars against his fon,
Ev'n Achelous might contend in vain,
And all the roaring billows of the main.
Th' eternal ocean, from whofe fountains flow
The feas, the rivers, and the springs below,
The thundering voice of Jove abhors to hear, 215
And in his deep abyffes fhakes with fear.

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He faid, then from the bank his javelin tore,
And left the breathless warrior in his gore.
The floating tides the bloody carcafe lave,
And beat against it, wave succeeding wave; 220
Till, roll'd between the banks, it lies, the food
Of curling eels, and fishes of the flood. [llain)
All fcatter'd round the ftream (their mightieft
Th' amaz'd Pæonians fcour along the plain :
He vents his fury on the flying crew,
Thrafius, Aftypylus, and Mnefius flew;
Mydon, Therfilochus, with Enius fell;
And numbers more his lance had plung'd to hell;
But from the bottom of his gulfs profound,
Scamander fpoke; the fhores return the found :230
O first of mortals! (for the Gods are thine)
In valour matchlefs, and in force divine!
If Jove had given thee every Trojan head,
'Tis not on me thy rage fhould heap the dead.
See! my chok'd freams no more their courfe can
[keep, 235
Nor roll their wonted tribute to the deep.
Turn, then, impetuous! from our injur'd flood;
Content, thy flaughters could amaze a God.

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In human form confefs'd before his eyes,
The river thus, and thus the chief replies:
O facred ftreant! thy word we shall obey;
But not till Troy the deftin'd vengeance pay:
Not till within her towers the perjur'd train
Shall pant, and tremble at our arms again:
Not till proud Hector, guardian of her wall, 245
Or ftain this lance, or fee Achilles fall.

He said, and drove with fury on the foe. Then to the Godhead of the filver bow The yellow flood began: O fon of Jove! Was not the mandate of the fire above

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Full and exprefs? that Phoebus fhould employ
His facred arrows in defence of Troy,
And make her conquer, till Hyperion's fall
In awful darknefs hide the face of all?

He spoke in vain-the chief without dismay255
Ploughs through the boiling furge his defperate
Then, rifing in his rage above the shores, [way.
From all his deep the bellowing river roars,
Huge heaps of flain difgorges on the coast,

Sliddering and staggering. On the border flood
A fpreading elm, that overhung the flood:
He feiz'd a bending bough, his steps to stay;
The plant, uprooted, to his weight gave way, 270
Heaving the bank, and undermining all;
Loud flash the waters to the rushing fall
Of the thick foliage. The large trunk difplay'd
Bridg'd the rough flood across: the hero ftay'd
On this his weight, and, rais'd upon his hand, 275
Leap'd from the channel, and regain'd the land.
Then blacken'd the wild waves; the murmur rofe;
The God pursues, a huger billow throws,
And burfts the bank, ambitious to destroy
The man whose fury is the fate of Troy.
He, like the warlike eagle, fpeeds his pace
(Swifteft and strongest of th' aërial race)
Far as a fpear can fly; Achilles fprings
At every bound; his clanging armour rings:
Now here, now there, he turns on every fide, 285
And winds his courfe before the following tide;
The waves flow after, wherefoe'er he wheels,
And gather faft, and murmur at his heels.
So, when a peasant to his garden brings
Soft rills of water from the bubbling springs, 290
And calls the floods from high, to blefs his bowers,
And feed with pregnant streams the plants and
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Soon as he clears whate'er their paffage staid,
And marks the future current with his fpade,
Swift o'er the rolling pebbles, down the hills, 295
Louder and louder purl the falling rills;
Before him fcattering, they prevent his pains,
And shine in mazy wanderings o'er the plains.
Still flies Achilles, but before his eyes
Still fwift Scamander rolls where'er he flies:
Not all his fpeed efcapes the rapid floods;
The firft of men, but not a match for Gods.
Oft as he turn'd the torrent to oppose,
And bravely try if all the Powers were foes;
So oft the furge, in watery mountains fpread, 305
Beats on his back, or burfts upon his head.
Yet dauntless fill the adverfe flood he braves,
And ftill indignant bounds above the waves.
Tir'd by the tides, his knees relax with toil;
Wafh'd from beneath him flides the flimy foil: 310.
When thus (his eyes on Heaven's expanfion

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Forth bursts the hero with an angry groan:
Is there no God, Achilles to befriend,
No Power t' avert his miferable end?
Prevent, oh Jove! this ignominious date,
And make my future life the fport of Fate.
Of all Heaven's oracles believ'd in vain,
But most of Thetis, muft her fon complain;
By Phœbus' darts the prophefied my fail,
In glorious arms before the Trojan wall.
Oh! had I died in fields of battle warm,
Stretch'd like a hero, by a hero's arm!
Might Hector's fpear this dauntlefs bofom rend,
And my fwift foul o'ertake my flaughter'd friend!

And round the banks the ghastly dead are toft. 260Ah, no! Achilles meets a fhameful fare,
While all before, the billows rang'd on high
(A watery bulwark) fkreen the bands who fly.
Now bursting on his head with thundering found,
The falling deluge whelms the hero round:
His loaded fhield bends to the rushing tide;
His feet, upborne, fcarce the ftrong flood divide,

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Oh! how unworthy of the brave and great !
Like tome vilc fwain, whom on a rainy day,)
Croing a ford, the torrent fweeps away,
An unregarded carcafe, to the ca.
Neptune and Pallas hate to s relief,
And thus in human form ad ref. the chief

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