Remov'd from fight, on Xanthus' flowery bounds They fat, and liftened to the dying founds.

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Meantime the Greeks the Trojan race pursue, And fome bold chieftain every leader flew : First Odius falls, and bites the bloody fand, His death ennobled by Atrides' hand; As he to flight his wheeling car addrest, The speedy javelin drove from back to breast. In duft the mighty Halizonian lay, His arms refound, the spirit wings its way. Thy fate was next, O Phæftus! doom'd to feel The great Idomeneus' portended steel; Whom Borus fent (his fon, and only joy) From fruitful Tarne to the fields of Trov. The Cretan javelin reach'd him from afar, And pierc'd his fhoulder as he mounts his car; Back from the car he tumbles to the ground, And everlasting fhades his eyes surround.

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Then dy'd Scamandrius, expert in the chace, 65 In woods and wilds to wound the favage race: Diana taught him all her fylvan arts,

To bend the bow, and aim unerring darts:
But vainly here Diana's arts he trics,
The fatal lance arrefts him as he flies;
From Menelaus arm the weapon fent,
Through his broad back and heaving bofom went :
Down finks the warriour with a thundering found,
His brazen armour rings against the ground.
Next artful Phereclus untimely fell;
Bold Merion fent him to the realms of hell.
Thy father's fkill, O Phereclus, was thine,
The graceful fabrick and the fair defign;
For, lov'd by Pallas, Pallas did impart

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To him the shipwright's and the builder's art. 80
Beneath his hand the fleet of Paris rofe,
The fatal caufe of all his country's woes;

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But he, the mystick will of Heaven unknown,
Nor faw his country's peril, nor his own.
The hapless artist, while confus'd he fled,
The fpear of Merion mingled with the dead,
Through his right hip with forceful fury caft,
Between the bladder and the bone it paft:
Prone on his knees he falls with fruitless cries,
And death in lasting flumber seals his eyes.
From Meges' force the swift Pedxus filed,
Antenor's offspring from a foreign bed,
Whofe generous fpoufe, Theano, heavenly fair,
Nurs'd the young stranger with a mother's care.
How vain thofe cares! when Meges in the rear
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Full in his nape infix'd the fatal spear!
Swift through his crackling jaws the weapon glides,
And the cold tongue the grinning teeth divides.
Then dy'd Hypfenor, generous and divine,
Sprung from the brave Dolopian's mighty line, 100
Who near ador'd Scamander made abode,
Prieft of the stream, and honour'd as a God.
On him, amidst the flying numbers found,
Eurypylus inflicts a deadly wound;

On his broad shoulders fell the forceful brand,

Hither, ye Trojans, hither drive your steeds! Lo! by our hand the bravest Grecian bleeds. 135 Not long the dreadful dart he can fuftain; Or Phoebus urg'd me to these fields in vain.

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So fpoke he, boastful; but the winged dart
Stopt fhort of life, and mock'd the fhooter's art,
The wounded chief, behind his car retir'd,
The helping hand of Sthenelus requir'd;
Swift from his feat he leap'd upon the ground,
And tugg'd the weapon from the gufhing wound;
When thus the king his guardian power addrest,
The purple current wandering o'er his veft: 145
O progeny of Jove! unconquer'd maid!
If e'er my god-like Sire deferv'd thy aid,
If e'er I felt thee in the fighting field,
Now, Goddefs, now thy facred fuccour yield.
Oh give my lance to reach the Trojan knight, 150
Whofe arrow wounds the chief thou guard'st in
fight;

And lay the boafter groveling on the shore,
That vaunts thefe eyes fhall view the light no more.
Thus pray'd Tydides, and Minerva heard ;
His nerves confirm'd, his languid fpirits chear'd,

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He feels each limb with wonted vigour light;
His heating bofom claims the promis'd fight.
Be bold (the cry'd), in every combat fhine,
War be thy province, thy protection mine;
Rufh to the fight, and every foe controul;
Wake each paternal virtue in thy foul:
Strength fwells thy boiling breast, infus'd by me
And all thy god-like father breathes in thee!
Yet more, from mortal mifts I purge thy eyes,
And fet to view the warring Deities.
Thefe fee thou fhun, through all th' embattled
plain,

Nor rafhly strive where human force is vain.

Pandarus.

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If Venus mingle in the martial band,

Her fhalt thou wound: fo Pallas gives command.
With th it, the blue-ey'd virgin wing'd her flight;
The hero rufh'd impetuous to the fight;
With tenfold ardour now invades the plain,
Wild with delay, and more enrag'd by pain.
As on the fleecy flocks, when hunger calls,
Amidst the field a brindled lion falls;
If chance fome shepherd with a diftant dart
The favage wound, he rouzes at the fmart,
He foams, he roars; the thepherd dares not stay,
But trembling leaves the scattering flocks a prey;
Heaps fall on heaps; he bathes with blood the
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Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound.
Not with lefs fury itern Tydides flew ;
And two brave leaders at an inftant flew:
Aftynous breathless fell, and by his fide
His people's paitor, good Hypenor, dy'd;
Aftynous' breaft the deadly iance receives,
Hypenor's fhoulder his broad faulchion cleaves.
Thofe flain he left; and fprung with noble rage
Abas and Polyidus to engage;

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Sons of Eurydamas, who, wife and old,
Corl fates forefee, and mystie dreams unfold;
The youths return'd not from the doubtful plain,
And the fad father try'd his arts in vain ;
No myftic dream could make their fates appear,
Though now determin'd by Tydides' fpear.

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Young Xanthus next, and Thoon felt his rage; The joy and hope of Phænops' feeble age; Vaft was his wealth, and these the only heirs Of all his labours, and a life of cares. Cold death o'ertakes them in their blooming years,

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And leaves the father unavailing tears:
To ftrangers now defcends his wealthy ftore,
The race forgotten, and the name no more.
Two fons of Priam in one chariot ride
Glittering in arms, and combat fide by fide. 205
As when the lordly lion feeks his food
Where grazing heifers range the lonely wood,
He leaps amidst them with a furious bound,
Bends their strong necks, and tears them t› the
ground:

So from their feats the brother chiefs are torn, 210
Their feeds and chariot to the navy borne.

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With deep concern divine Æneas view'd The foe prevailing, and his friends purfued, Through the thick ftorm of finging spears he flies, Exploring Pandarus with careful eyes, At length he found Lycaon's mighty fon; To whom the chief of Venus' race begun: Where, Pandarus, are all thy honours now, Thy winged arrows and unerring bow, Thy matchlefs fkill, thy yet unrivall'd fame, And boasted glory of the Lycian name? Oh pierce that mortal: if we mortal call That wondrous force by which whole armies fall; Or God incens'd, who quits the distant skies To punith Troy for flighted facrifice; (Which, oh, avert from our unhappy state! For what fo dreadful as celeftia ate :) Whoe'er he be, propitiate Jove with praver; If man destroy; if Cod, intreat to spare.

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If right I judge, is Diomed the bold!
Such couriers whirl him o'er the dusty field,
So towers his helmet, and fo flames his fhield.
If 'tis a God, he wears that chief's disguise;
Or if that chief, fome guardian of the skies
Involv'd in clouds, protects him in the fray,
And turns unfeen the fruftrate dart away.
I wing'd an arrow, which not idly fell,
The ftroke had fix'd him to the gates of hell:
And, but fome God, fome angry God withstands,
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His fate was due to these unerring hands.
Skill'd in the bow, on foot I fought the war,
Nor join'd fwift horfes to the rapid car.
Ten polifh'd chariots I poffefs'd at home,

And still they grace Lycaon's princely dome: 245
There veil'd in spacious coverlets they stand;
And twice ten courfers wait their lord's command.
The good old warriour bid me trust to these,
When first for Troy I fail'd the facred feas;
In fields aloft the whirling car to guide,
And through the ranks of death triumphant ride:
But vain with youth, and yet to thrift inclin'd,
I heard his councils with unheedful mind,
And thought the fteeds (your large fupplies un-
known)

Might fail of forage in the straiten'd town:
So took my bow and pointed darts in hand,
And left the chariots in my native land.

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And undiffembled gore pursued the wound.
In vain they bled: this unavailing bow
Serves, not to flaughter, but provoke the foe.
In evil hour thefe bended horns I ftrung,
end feiz'd the quiver where it idly hung.
Curs'd be the fate that fent me to the field
Without a warriour's arms, the fpear and shield;
If e'er with life I quit the Trojan plain,
If e'er I fee my spouse and fire again,
This bow, unfaithful to my glorious aims,
Broke by my hand, fhall feed the blazing flames.
To whom the leader of the Dardan race:

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Be calm, nor Phœbus' honour'd gift difgrace.
The diftant dart be prais'd, though here we need
The rufhing chariot, and the bounding fteed. 275
Against yon hero let us bend our course,
And hand to hand, encounter force with force.
Now mount my feat, and from the chariot's height
Obferve my father's fteeds, renown'd in fight,
Practis'd alike to turn, to stop, to chace,
To dare the shock, or urge the rapid race:
Secure with thefe, through fighting fields we go ;
Or fafe to Troy, if Jove affil the foe.
Hafte, feize the whip, and fnatch the guiding

The bounding courfers rush amidst the war, Their fierce approach bold Sthenelus efpy'd, 300 Who thus, alarm'd, to great Tydides cri'd:

O friend! two chiefs of force immenfe I fee, Dreadful they come, and bend their rage on thee :

Lo the brave heir of bold Lycaon's line,
And great Æneas, fprung from race divine !
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Enough is given to fame. Afcend thy car;
And fave a life, the bulwark of our war.
At this the hero caft a gloomy look,

Fix'd on the chief with fcorn; and thus he spoke :

Me doft thou bid to fhun the coming fight?

310 Me would'ft thou move to base, inglorious flight? Know, 'tis not honest in my foul to fear, Nor was Tydides born to tremble here. I hate the cumbrous chariot's flow advance, And the long distance of the flying lance; But while my nerves are frong, my force entire,

Thus front the foe, and emulate my fire.

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Nor fhall yon fteeds that fierce to fight convey
Thofe threatening heroes, bear them both away;
One chief at least beneath this arm thall die; 320
So Pallas tells me, and forbids to fly.
But if the dooms, and if no God withstand,
That both fhall fa 1 by one victorious hand;
Then heed my words: my horfes here detain,
Fix'd to the chariot by the ftraiten'd rein;
Swift to Eneas' empty feat proceed,
And feize the courfers of ætherial breed:
The race of thofe, which once the thundering
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He faid, then fhook the ponderous lance, and

flung;

On his broad fhield the founding weapon rung,
Pierc'd the tough orb, and in his cuirafs hung.
He bleeds! the pride of Greece! (the boafter
cries)

Our triumph now the mighty warriour lies!
Miftaken vaunter! Diomed reply'd;

Thy dart has err'd, and now my fpear be try'd ;
Ye 'fcape not both; one, headlong from his car,
With hoftile blood fhall glut the God of war. 350

He fpoke, and rifing hurl'd his forceful dart,
Which, driven by Pallas, pierc'd a vital part;
Full in his face it enter'd, and betwixt
The nofe and eye-ball the proud Lycian fixt;
Crash'd all his jaws, and cleft the tongue within,
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Till the bright point look'd out beneath the chin.
Headlong he falls, his helmet knocks the ground;
Earth groans beneath him, and his arms refound;
The starting courfers tremble with affright;
The foul indignant feeks the realms of night. 360
To guard his flaughter'd friend, Æneas flies,
His fpear extending where the carcafe lies;
Watchful he wheels, protects it every way,
As the grim lion ftalks around his prey.
O'er the fall'n trunk his ample thield difplay'd,
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He hides the hero with the mighty fhade,
And threats aloud: the Greeks with longing eyes
Behold at diftance, but forbear the prize.
Then fierce Tydides ftoops; and from the fields,
Heav'd with vaft force, a rocky fragment wields,
Not two ftrong men th' enormous weight could
raife,

Such men as live in thefe degenerate days.
He fwung it round; and gathering ftrength to
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Difcharg'd the ponderous ruin at the foe.
Where to the hip th' inferted thigh unites,
Full on the bone the pointed marble lights;
Through both the tendons broke the rugged ftone,
And stripp'd the fkin, and crack'd the folid bone.
Sunk on his knees, and ftaggering with the pains,
His falling bulk his bended arm fustains ;
Loft in a dizzy mift the warriour lies;
A fudden cloud comes fwimming o'er his eyes.
There the brave chief who mighty numbers fway'd,
Opprefs'd had funk to death's eternal shade;
But heavenly Venus, mindful of the love
She bore Anchifes in th' Idæan grove,
His danger views with anguish and despair,
And guards her offspring with a mother's care.
About her much-lov'd fon her arms fhe throws,
Her arms whofe whitenefs match the falling
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Screen'd from the foe behind her fhining veil,
The fwords wave harmless, and the javelins fail:
Safe through the rufhing horfe, and feather'd
flight

Of founding fhafts, the bears him from the fight.
Nor Stheus, with unaffifting hands, 395
Remain'd unheedful of his lord's commands:
His panting fteeds, remov'd from out the war,
He fix'd with straiten'd traces to the car.

Next rushing to the Dardan fpoil, detains
The heavenly courfers with the flowing manes :

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Thefe, in proud triumph to the fleet convey'd, No longer now a Trojan lord obey`d, That charge to bold Deipylus he gave, (Whom most he lov'd, as brave men love the brave)

Then mounting on his car, refum'd the rein, 415 And follow'd where Tydides fwept the plain.

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Meanwhile (his conqueft ravifh'd from his eyes)
The raging chief in chace of Venus flies:
No Goddess fre commiffion'd to the field,
Like Pallas dreadful with her fable shield,
Or fierce Bellona thundering at the wall,
While flames afcend, and mighty ruins fall;
He knew foft combats fuit the tender dame,
New to the field, and ftill a foe to fame.
Through breaking ranks his furious courfe he
bends,

And at the Goddefs his broad lance extends;
Through her bright veil the daring weapon drove,
Th' ambrofial veil, which all the Graces wove;
Her fnowy hand the razing steel profan'd,
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From the clear vein a stream immortal flow'd,
Such ftream as iffues from a wounded God:
Purc emanation! uncorrupted flood;
Unlike our grofs, difear' 1, terreftrial blood:
(For not the bread of ma 1 their life fuftains, 425
Nor wine's inflaming jui fupplies their veins.)
With tender fhrieks the ddefs fill'd the place,

And dropp'd her offspring from her weak embrace.

Him Phoebus took: he caft a cloud around
The fainting chief, and wards the mortal wound.
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Then with a voice that shook the vaulted fkies,
The king infults the Goddess as she flies.
Ill with Jove's daughter bloody fights agree,
The field of combat is no fcene for thee:
Go, let thy own foft fex employ thy care,
Go, lull the coward, or delude the fair.
Taught by this stroke, renounce the war's alarms,
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Tvdides thus: The Goddess feiz'd with dread, Confus'd, distracted, from the conflict fled, 440 To aid her, fwift the winged Iris flew, Wrapt in a mift above the warring crew. The Queen of Love with faded charms the found, Pale was her cheek, and livid look'd the wound. To Mars, who fat remote, they bent their way, 445

Far on the left, with clouds involv'd he lay; Befide him ftood his lance, diftain'd with gore, And, rein'd with gold, his foaming steeds before.

Low at his knee, fhe begg'd, with ftreaming

eyes,

Her brother's car, to mount the diftant fkies, 450
And fhew'd the wound by fierce Tydides given,
A mortal man who dares encounter Heaven.
Stern Mars attentive hears the queen complain,
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Dione then: Thy wrongs with patience bear, And share thofe gifts inferior powers must share: Unnumber'd woes mankind from us fuftain, And men with woes afflict the Gods again. The mighty Mars in mortal fetters bound, And lodg'd in brazen dungeons under ground, Full thirteen moons imprifon'd roar'd in vain; Otus and Ephialtes held the chain: Perhaps had perish'd; had not Hermes' care Reftor'd the groaning God to upper air. 480 Great Juno's felf has borne her weight of pain, Th' imperial partner of the heavenly reign; Amphitryon's fon infix'd the deadly dart, And fill'd with anguifh her immortal heart. Ev'n hell's grim king Alcides' power confefs'd,

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