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Phæbus himself the dire debate procurd,
And for the King's offence the people dy'd.
costly gifts to gain
“ He sued to all, but chief implor'd for grace
To all he sued, but chief implor'd for grace
ours, 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; May Jove restore you, when your toils are o'er,
Safe to the pleasures of your native shore.
But, oh! relieve a hapless parent's pain,
sent move, And fear the God that deals his darts around,
avenging Phæbus, son of Jove. “The Greeks, in shouts, their joint assent declare, The priest to reverence and release the fair. Not so Atrides; he, with kingly pride, Repuls'd the sacred Sire, and thus reply'd."
He said, the Greeks their joint assent declare,
[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 va. ried, 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; Th’ Immortals slumber'd on their thrones above, All but the ever-watchful eye of Jove. To honour Thetis' son he bends his care, And plunge the Greeks in all the woes of war. Then bids an empty phantom rise to sight, And thus commands the vision of the night:
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 unmeasurd
height, And Hell's abyss, hide nothing from your sight, (We, wretched mortals! lost in doubts below, But guess by rumour, and but boast we know) Oh! say what heroes, fir'd by thirst of fame, Or urg'd by wrongs, to Troy's destruction came! To count them all demands a thousand tongues, A throat of brass and adamantine lungs.”
Now, Virgin Goddesses, immortal Nine ! That ro Olympus' heavenly summit shine,
} 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 com
mand; (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
Book v. 0.1. “ But Pallas now Tydides' soul inspires, Fills with her force, and warms with all her fires; Above the Greeks his deathless fame to raise, And crown her hero with distinguish'd praise. High on his helm celestial lightnings play, His beamy shield emits a living ray; Th' unwearied blaze incessant streams supplies, Like the red star that fires th' autumnal skies.”
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 sup
plies, 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,
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,
“ 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;