Phœbus himself the dire debate procur'd, fierce T' avenge the wrongs his injur'd priest endur'd; "For Chryses sought with costly gifts to gain For Chryses sought by presents to regain For these as ensigns of his God he bare "He sued to all, but chief implor'd for grace To all he sued, but chief implor'd for grace Your labours, by the Gods be all your labours crown'd, So may the Gods your arms with conquest bless, And Troy's proud walls lie level with the ground; Till laid And crown your labours with deserv'd success; "But, oh! relieve a wretched parent's pain, But, oh! relieve a hapless parent's pain, And fear the God that deals his darts around. avenging Phoebus, son of Jove. "The Greeks, in shouts, their joint assent declare, He said, the Greeks their joint assent declare, Atrides Repuls'd the sacred Sire, and thus reply'd. [Not so the tyrant. DRYDEN.] Of these lines, and of the whole first book, I am told that there was yet a former copy, more varied, and more deformed with interlineations. The beginning of the second book varies very little from the printed page, and is therefore set down without a parallel; the few differences do not require to be elaborately displayed. "Now pleasing sleep had seal'd each mortal eye; Stretch'd in their tents the Grecian leaders lie; To honour Thetis' son he bends his care, directs Fly hence delusive dream, and, light as air, Bid him in arms draw forth th' embattled train, The lofty walls of wide-extended Troy ; tow'rs For now no more the Gods with fate contend; And nodding Ilium waits th' impending fall." Invocation to the catalogue of ships. "Say, Virgins, seated round the throne divine, All-knowing Goddesses! immortal Nine! Since Earth's wide regions, Heav'ns unmeasur'd height, And Hell's abyss, hide nothing from your sight, Now, Virgin Goddesses, immortal Nine! Who see through Heaven and Earth, and Hell profound, And all things know, and all things can resound! Relate what armies sought the Trojan land, What nations follow'd, and what chiefs command; (For doubtful fame distracts mankind below, And nothing can we tell and nothing know) Without your aid, to count th' unnumber'd train, A thousand mouths, a thousand tongues, were vain. Book v. v. 1. "But Pallas now Tydides' soul inspires, Fills with her force, and warms with all her fires; Th' unwearied blaze incessant streams supplies, But Pallas now Tydides' soul inspires, Fills with her rage, and warms with all her fires; force O'er all the Greeks decrees his fame to raise, Above the Greeks her warrior's fame to raise, his deathless And crown her hero with immortal praise: distinguish'd Bright from his beamy crest the lightnings play, High on helm From his broad buckler flash'd the living ray; High on his helm celestial lightnings play, His beamy shield emits a living ray; The Goddess with her breath the flames supplies, Bright as the star whose fires in Autumn rise; Her breath divine thick streaming flames supplies, Bright as the star that fires th' autumnal skies: Th' unwearied blaze incessant streams supplies, Like the red star that fires th' autumnal skies: "When first he rears his radiant orb to sight, And, bath'd in ocean, shoots a keener light. Such glories Pallas on the chief bestow'd, Such from his arms the fierce effulgence flow'd; Onward she drives him, furious to engage, Where the fight burns, and where the thickest rage." When fresh he rears his radiant orb to sight, And gilds old Ocean with a blaze of light. Bright as the star that fires th' autumnal skies, Fresh from the deep, and gilds the seas and skies: Such glories Pallas on her chief bestow'd, Such sparkling rays from his bright armour flow'd: Such from his arms the fierce effulgence flow'd; Onward she drives him headlong to engage, furious Where the war bleeds, and where the fiercest rage. fight burns, thickest "The sons of Dares first the combat sought, There liv'd a Trojan-Dares was his name, Conclusion of Book viii. v. 687. "As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; |