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Then sudden from Olympus' airy height, Unable to control, the trembling chief
To Nemee's shade precipitates his flight; Sits sadly silent, and indulges grief:
Swift, as a sudden flash of lightning flies, Pleas'd with his liberty the sea-horn horse
Bending he shoots adown the shining skies: . Springs with a bound, and thunders o'er the
Ev’n while on Earth the god pursues his way,

course : Behind, aloft, the streams of glory play,

Loud shouts the multitude ; in wild debate Dance on the winds, or in a blaze decay.

Of fears and terrours Polynices sate, Now in his helm impartial Prothöus throws. | Flings up the reins, and waits th' event of fate. The flying lots, and as the lots dispose,

So spent with toils, and gasping after breath, Around him rang'd in beauteous order came Pants the pale sailor in the arms of death; Each ardent youth, a candidate for fame.

In sad despair gives ev'ry labour o'er, Here wild mistrust, and jealousies appear,

And marks the skies and faithless winds no more. And pale surprise, and self-suspecting fear:

Now horse with horse, to chariot chariot clos'd, Restless impatience, cold in ev'ry part,

Wheels clash'd with wheels, and chief to chief And a sad dread that seems to sink the heart.

oppos'd.

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There shouts of triumph rend the vaulted sky, War, war it seem'd! and death ten thousand
And fame and conquest brighten ev'ry eye, So dreadful, is the sacred lust of praise !
Th’impaticnt coursers pant in ev'ry vein, Each chief by turns his panting coursers fires,
And pawing seem to beat the distant plain : With praise now pleases, now with rage inspires.
Tbe buruing foam descends, the bridles ring, By fair address Admetus sooths along
And from the barrier-bounds in thought they Iris the swift, and Pholöe the strong.
spring;

Ampbiaräus hastens with a blow
The vales, the floods appear already crost, Fierce Aschetos to rush before the foe,
And e'er they start, a thousand steps are lost. And Cycnus whiter than the new-fal'n snow.
T'exalt their pride, a crowd of servants deck With vows and pray'rs Hippodamus excites
Their curling manes, and stroke the shining Slow moving Calydon, renown'd in fights:
neck.

Strimon encourag'd by bold Chromis fies,
Instant, (the signal giv'n) the rival throng And swift Æchion starts at Euneoz' cries :
Starts sudden with a bound—and shouts along. And fair Podarcè fleck'd with purple stains,
Swift as a vessel o'er the waters flies,

By Thoas summon'd, beats the sounding plains. Swift as an arrow hisses through the skies : In silence Polynices drives alone, · Swift as a flame devours the crackling wood, Sighs to himself, and trembles to be known. Swift as the headlong torrents of a flood.

Three times the smoking car with rapid pace Now in one cloud they vanish from the eye, Had turn'd the goal, the fourth concludes the Nor see nor know their rivals as they fly :

race. They turn the goal : again with rapid pace Fast and more fast the panting coursers blow, The wheels roll round, and blot their former And streams of sweat from ev'ry member flow, trace;

Now Fortune first the crown of conquest Now on their knees they steer a bending course,

brings Now hang impatient o'er the flying horse. (Suspending in mid air her trembling wings). From groaning earth the mingling clamours rise, În act to hurl Admetus to the plain, Confusion fills their ears, and darkness blinds Revengful Thoas gives up all the rein ; their eyes.

Hippodamus survey'd the fraud from far: Instinct with prescience, or o'eraw'd by fear, Full in its course he met the driving car, Arion feels an unknown charioteer

Loud clash'd the wheels; Hippodamus withdrew Pois'd on the reins; to sudden thought restor'd, To turn the chariot, ardent Chromas flew He dreads the fury of his absent lord :

Instant before, in angry fight oppos'd, Enrag'd now runs at random, and disdains Chief strove with chief, to chariot chariot clos'd. To bear a stranger : wonder fills the plains. In vain th’impatient coursers urge along, All think the steed too eager for the prize; Lock'd in th' embrace, indissolubly strong. The steed breathes vengeance, from the driver So when the summer winds in silence sleep, flies,

And drowsy Neptune stills the watry deep: And seeks his master round with wishful eyes. O'er the clear verdant wave extended lies The next, though mighty far the next, suc Th' nomoving vessel, till the gales arise. ceeds

Again the warriors strive, the fields resound : Amphiaräus with his snow-white steeds: Hippodamus, all sodden with a bound Close by his side Admetus whirls along, , Shock'd from his chariot tumbled to the ground. Euneos and Thoas join the Aying throng:

The Thracian coursers (but their chief withstoodi) Next Chromas and Hippodamus appear,

Spring to devour his limbs, and drink his blood: Who wage a dreadful conflict in the rear : Instant the gen'rous victor turn'd away, Skill'd of themselves, in vain they urge the chase, | And gain'd inore glory though he lost the day. (Their steeds too heavy for so swift a race)

Mean while the god who gilds th ethereal Hippodamus flew first, and full bebind

space Impatient Chromis blows the sultry wind. Descends, himself a partner of the race:

Admetus now directs the side-long horse (Just where the steeds their stretching shade To turn the goal, and intercept the course: And the long labours of the Circus end) (extend, His equal art the priest of Phæbus tries,

A Gorgon's head aloft in air he bore, The goal he brushes, as his chariot Mies;

Horrid with snakes, and stain' with human gore: While mad Arion wanders o'er the plain,

One ghastly look were able to dismay Nor minds the race, nor hears the curbing rein. I The steeds of Mars, or those that lead the day;

Ev'n Hell's grim guardian might surcease to roar; 1 First cheerful Idas in the lists appears,
And furies fear, uokoown to tear before.

Idas, a lovely boy in blooming years
Sudden Arion ey'd the sight from far,

(Idas who late his honour'd temples bound And loudly snorting stopp'd the driving car: With palms that fourish'd on the Olympian Cold darts of ice shot thrilling through bis blood,

ground). His fearful fesh all trembled as they stood: Loud shouts each chief that from high Elis leads Abruptly shock'd, and mindless of the rein, His native train, and Pisa's watry meads: Th’ Aoniar hero tumbled to the plain ;

Then Phædimus proclaim'd in Isthmian games, Again recover'd, fleeter than the wind

And Alcon first of Sicyonian names; Arion flies, and leaves his chief behind.

Next aged Dymas rose, whose youthful speed Beside the prostrate chief, the rival throng Surpass'd tbe swiftness of the flying steed: Obliquely bending, swiftly rush'd along.

And last in infamous disorder came
Slow from the dust be rose, and sadly went A clam'rous multitude anknown to fame.
Through the long crowd in sullen discontent.

But ev'ry voice cheers Atalanta's son,
O happy hour! had fate but deign'd to close And ev'ry eye devours him ere they run.
Thy eyes in death ; the period of our woes! Lives there a warrior in the world of fame,
Thee Thebes should honour, and her tyrant shed | Who never heard of Atalanta's name?
Some tears in public to bewail the dead.

Like Cynthia's self she seem'd, a sylvan gracet Larissa's groves should fall, to raise thy pyre Matchless alike in beauty or the race. And Nemee's woods augment the fun'ral fire. The mother's glories all their thoughts employ, All Greece a nobler monument should raise And raise expectance from the lovely boy. Than this, now sacred to Opheltes' praise.

He too in speed out-strips the wings of wind, Furious the prophet drove with rapid pace As thro' the lawns he drives the panting hind: Sure of the prize, yet second in the race: Or when he catches sudden with a bound Before, afar the sea-born courser drew

The flying jav'lin e'er it touch the ground. His empty chariot rat'ling as he few.

The modest youth unbinds with decent care Yet still the prophet thunders o'er the plain, His damask vesture dancing to the air: Eager of praise, amaz'd, enrag'd, -in vain ; Then by degrees unveils to public view The pow'r of wisdom more than mortal strong, His snowy limbs like marble, vein'd with blue. Swells ev'ry nerve to lash the steeds along : His rosy cheeks that glow'd with warmth before, Instinct with rage divine bis steeds renew His tresses war'd in ringlets please no more ; The rapid labour bath'd in streams of dew. A thousand charms appear! in stupid gaze The glowing axle kindles as they fly,

The crowd devours him, silent with amaze. And drifts of rising dust involve the sky.

Conscious he stands, his head declining down, Earth opening seeins to groan, (a fatal sign !) And blushes oft; and chides them with a frond: Still they rush on, advancing in a line: . Decent confusion! mindful of the toil Now with redoubled swiftness Cycnus fies, He bathes his shining limbs in streams of oil; But partial Neptune the whole palm denies : Alike the chiefs Intent, th' encircling host Arion won the race, the prophet bore the prize. Admires 'em all, Parthenopæus most.

A massy bowl (the pledge design'd to grace So when the night in solemn silence reigns, The gen'rous chief victorious in the race) And one clear blue o'erspreads th' etherial plains: Two youths present bim: antique was the mould, The glitt'ring stars with living splendours glow, Blazing with gems, and rough with rising gold : And dance and tremble on the seas below; In this, Alcides each revolving night

High o'er them all exalted Hesper rolls, Was wont to drown the labours of the fight : Itself a sun, and gilds the distant poles. Grav'd on the sides was seen the dreadful fray The next in beauty, as in speed, appears When brutal Centaurs spatch'd the bride away. Fair Idas, in the strength of youthful years : With living terrours stare the chiefs around, | A party-coloured down but just began These aim the dart, and those receive the wound: | To shade lis chin, the promise of a man. Each in distorted postures beaves for breath, A signal sounds. The ready racers start, And seems to threaten in the pangs of death. Double their speed, and summon all their art. A costly vesture was reserv'd to grace

Low at each step their straining knees they bendy Admetus, vext in merit as in place;

Theu springing with a bound, again ascend, Embroider'd figures o'er the texture shine, Swifter than thought ; nor seem to run, but fly, And Tyrian purple heightens the design.

Stretch'd on the winds, half-ranish'd from the Here pale and trembling with the wintry air,

eye. Leander stands, an image of despair.

Now side by side, or breast to breast they close, Now bending from the beach, he seems to glide While each alike by turns outstrips his foes. With eyes oplifted through the rolling tide; Scarce half so swiftly v'er the Nemean plains Aloft, alone the melancholy dame

Just now, the courser pour'd with loos’ned reinda Eyes the rough waters, and extends the flame. Each, like an arrow from the Parthian yew Half-weeping Polysices takes his prize,

Sent with full force, along the Circus flew. A beauteous handmaid with celestial eyes,

So when a tim'rous herd of list’ning deer Auxust rewards are destin'd next to grace The roaring lion hears, or seems to bear, The spritely youth contending in the race. (What time the lordly savage haunts the wood, A blameless sport! and sacred sure the praise And longs to bathe his thirsty jaws in blood) To grace a festival in peaceful days :

Close and more close they join, a trembling Nor yet unuseful in th' embattel'd plain

trajn, Whep death is certain, and resistance vain. And wildly stare, and scour along the plain

And

Yet furious still, Parthenopæus flies ; | Th’ Arcadian youth a brass-hoof'd courser gain'd: Him step by step impatient Idas plies,

A buckler fraudful Idas next obtain'd: And pants alou), with vengeance in his eyes; But Lycian quivers for the rest remain'd. Now hanging o'er, his hov'ying shade is seen, Adrastus next demands what chiefs prepare That lengthens still, and Aoats along the green : To whirl the massy discus through the air. And sudden now, by unperceiv'd degrees

A herald, bending with the burthen, threw Full on his neck he blows the sultry breeze. Th’ enormous circles down in public view. Next Phædimus and aged Dymes past

Starts ev'ry Grecian speechless with surprise; Along the circus, Alcon came the last.

Much wond'ring at the weight and shapeless As the fair offspring of the sylvan Grace

size. With matchless swiftness speeds along the race, First two Achaians round the labour came, His golden tresses wav'd in curls, behind

With ardent Phlegyas, candidates for fame: Flow loosely down, and dance upon the wind: An Acarnanian next accepts the toil, (These from a child with pious hopes he bore, And three brave chieftains from Ephyre's soil, Sacred to her who treads the Delian shore 4; With numbers more-but eager of renown, What time from Thebe's distant plains he came Sudden Hippoinedon flings thund'ring down Renown'd for conquests of immortal fame:

A disk of double weight; amaz'd they stand; Too fondly pious ! in a Theban urn

The vast orb rings, and shakes the trembling Son must thou sleep, ah, never to return!)

land.

[nown'd, These vengeful Idas saw with ardent eyes : " Warriors" (he cries) " in fighting fields reResolvid by force or fraud t'obtain the prize; Whose arms must strike Thebe's bulwarks to Sudden he stretch'd his impious arm, and drew

the ground: Supine on earth the stripling, as he few :

On tasks like these your mighty prowess try :"Then starting reach'd the goal, and claim'd the Boastful he spoke, and whirl'd it up the sky. prize.

Amaz'd each chief the wond'rous cast admires, Arms ! arms, aloud th’Arcadian nation cries: And conscious of th'event betimes retires, Vengeance at once they vow, or else prepare Pisæau Phlegyas only keeps the field, To leave the Circus and renounce the war. With great Menestheus, yet untaught to yield: Tumultuous murmurs echo thro' the crowd, Brave warriors each, too noble to disgrace Those praise the fraud, and these detest aloud. By one mean act the glories of their race.

Slow-rising from the plains the youth appears, The rest inglorious leave the listed ground, His eyes half angry, and half drown'd with tears, And tremble to survey th' enormous round. He bends his head, the tears in silence tlow; First Phlegyas rose the mighty toil to try : A mournful image, beautiful in woe!

Dumb was each voice, attentive ev'ry eye; Now beats his bosom, frantic with despair; He rolls the quoit in dust with prudent care, And rends the ringlets of bis golden hair.

And poises oft, and marks its course in air. A busy murmur deafens ev'ry ear,

Ev'n from a child, (where old Alphëus leads Nor yet the crowd the royal judgment hear. His mazy stream through Pisa's lowly meads) At last Adrastus rose with awful grace,

Not only when with mighty chiefs he strove And thus bespoke the rivals in the race.

At sacred games to please Olympian Jove : Cease, gen'rous youths ! once more your Thus with full force the massy weight be threw fortunes try,

Far o'er the stream, half shaded, as it flew. In sep'rate paths, each starting from the eye.” At first he marks the skies and distant plain,

So spake the king : and sudden from the view, Then summons all his strength from ev'ry vein. In sep'rate paths the ready racers few.

Couch'd on his knees the pond'rous orb he swung But first th’ Arcadian youth with lifted eyes High o'er his head, along the air it sung. Thus sent his soul in whispers to the skies.

Now wasting by degrees, with hollow sound “Queen of the silver bow, and wood-land | Fell heavily, and sunk beneath the ground. glades;

[shades; Fond of his art and strength in days of yore, The Heav'ns fair light, and empress of the Well-pleas'd he stands, and waits th’event once Sacred to thee alone, with decent care

more, I nursid these curls of long-descending hair : Loud sbout the Greeks, and dwell on Phlegyas' At thy desires I fell; yet hear my pray’r!

praise. If e'er my mother pleas'd thee in the chase, Hippomedon with scorn the chief surveys. If e'er I pleas'd thee-banish my disgrace; Some nobler arm the pond'rous orb must throw Nor let these omens prophesy my fall

With care, directly in a line below. (Assurethey must) beneath the Theban wall !!! But fortune soon his mighty hopes withstood, So pray'd the youth. The goddess heard his | Fortune still envious to the brave or good! pray'r,

Alas, can man confront the pow'rs on high? Rapid he shot along, half pois'd in air :

While distant fields are measur'd in his eye, Fast and more fast the Aying fields withdrew; Just when his arm he stretch'd at full extent, Scarce rose the dust beneath him as he flew. Couch'd on one knee, his side obliquely bent; Shouting, he reach'd the goal: with transport | Struck by some force unseen, th' enormous round fird,

Dropt from his band, and idly prints the ground. Soon sought Adrastus, and his right requir'd. Much griev'd the pitying host, yet griev'd not all; Panting and pale he seiz'd the palm. At hand Some inly smild to see the discus fall. . To close the game the ready prizes stand.

Next, sage Menestheus stands prepared to * Diana.

The disk, and rolls it in the dusty ring : VOL. XVI.

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Intent of mind he marks its airy way,

Now conscious fear succeeds. The chiefs essay And much implores the proceny of May. Their arms, and slowly first provoke the fray, Well-aim'd it tew ha'fo'er the cirque; at last This on nice art and diffidence relies, Heavy it fell. An arrow mark'd the cast. That on mere courage and stupendous size;

Slow rose flippumedon, and e'er he ruse | Void of all fear, and without conduct brave, Much weigh'd the fate and fortune of his foes. | He wastes that strength himself has pow'r to He pois'd, and rcard the mighty orb on high ;

save: Swung round his arm, and whirl'd it thro the still blindly drives where fury leads the way, sky,

Aud storms, and falls the victor and the prey. Forth-springing with the cast. Aloft it sung With stedfast glances this surveys his foe, Far o'er the mark where erst Menestheus flung: | And either shuns, or wards th' impending blow: And o'er those hills with grassy verdure crown'd, Sow lowly bepds (his elbow o'er him spread) Whose airy summits shade the circus round The stroke impetuous siugs above his head, There sunk, and sinking shock the trembling Now nearer draws, the more he seems to fly; ground.

So much his motion varies from his eye! So Polyphemus, more than mortal strong, Sow with full force he aims a pond'rous blow, Hurld a huge rock to crush th' l'iyssean throng: And tow'ring high o'ersbades his mighty foe. Blind as he was, the vengeful weight he threw, Thus in some storm the broken billows rise The vessel trembled, and the waters few.

Round the vast rock, and thunder to the skies. Soon good Adrastus rises, to repay

Once more with vary footsteps wheeling With sumptuous gifts the labours of the fray.

round, Safe for Hippomedon apart was rollid

Full on his front he deals a mortal wound: A tiger's skin, the paws o'erwrought with gold. Crashing it falls-cunfelt the trickling blood His Gnossian bows and darts Menestheus took; Spreads o'er his helmet in a crimson flood. Then thus to Phlegyas with a mournful look A sudden whisper murmurs round; alone He said. “This sword, unhappy chicf, re- To Capanens the cause remains unknown. ceire;

At last he lifts his hand on high, the gore (A boon so just Klippomedon might give :) | Forth-welling fast distains his cæstus o'er. This sword which once immortal honours gain'd, Grief swells his heart, and vengeance and disWhich sav'd Pelasgis, and his pow'r maintain'd." A warlike toil Arrastus next demands,

So foams the lion, monarch of the plain, In iron gloves to sheath their hardy hands : And loudly roaring with indignant pride, First Capaneus prepar'd for comhat stands; Gnaws the barb'd jav'lin griding in his side: A mighty giant, large, and tow'ring high, Now springs with rage ; supine along the ground Dreadful in tight, and hideous to the eye. Pants the bold youth whose hand infix'd the Around his wrists the hard bull-hides be binds,

wound. And raunts his strength, and deals his blows in I Fast and more fast his lifted arms he throws winds :

(there be, | Around his head, and doubles blows on blows, " Stand forth some chief," he cries, “ (if such | Part waste in air, part on the cæstus fall Who dares oppose an enemy like me!)

With mighty force; his foe returns 'em all. Yet might some Theban sink beneath my blow; Still seems to fear him with dissembling eyes, Glorious and sweet is vengeance on a foe.” Yet still persists, and combats, while he dies.

So spake the chief. Half-trembling with amaze, Panting they reel; the youth retreats more slow, In speechless horrour all the circle gaze.

The weary giant scarcely aims a blow, At last Alcidimas, with gen'rous ire

They sink at once--so sailors on the main Sprung forth, unask'd. The Doric bands admire. Who long have toil'd through adverse Faves in All but his friends. They knew the daily care

vain.

(more, Which Pollux us'd, to train him to the war. All drop their hands. The signal sounds ouce (He taught him first to bind the gauntlets round | Again they start, and stretch the lab'ring oar. His nervous wrists, and aim the crashing wound: Thus rose the chiefs, with recollected might Oppos'd in fight, he heav'll him high, or prest Rush'd Capaneus like thunder to the fight. The youth loud-pant.ng on his naked breast.) Low bends Alcidimas with watchful eyes:

Ilim Capaneussurvey'd with scornful eyes, Short of his aim the giant o'er him dies; Insults his years, and claims a fohler prize. Up starts the youth, and as he stagger'd round, Provok'd, he turns to fight. Each warrior stands | Clasp'd firm his neck, and bow'd him to the At full extent, and fifts his iron hands. [round,

ground. Well-temper'd casques their hardy brows sur- | As rising from th' inglorious plain contends To break at least the fury of the wound.

Fierce Capaneus, a second blow descends This towr'd like Tytius on the Stygian shore, full on his head : beneath the stroke he bent; When the fierce vultures cease to drink his gore: The youth turn'd pale, and trembled at ib' So high in air his spreading shoulders rise,

event. So swell his muscles, and so flaine his eyes; Joud shout the Greeks: the shore and forest That at his side in blooming youth appears,

rings. Yet promis'd wonders from maturer years : Then thus in haste exclaims the king of kings The favours of the crowd alike succeed

(As from the ground the furious Argire rose, On either side: none wish'd the cbiefs to bleed. | And row'd, and aim'd intolerable blows):

Low'ring at first they met, nor silence broke, “ Seize bim, yechiefs, his bloody hands restrain, Trach lifts bis arm, and only aims the stroke. Give all the palm, but lead him from the praiso Soune moments thus they gaz'dd in wild surprise, | Haste, see, he raves! ab, tear him from tay ereng A hasty fury sparkled in their eyes;

He lives, he rises, the Laconian dica !"

· He said. Hippomedon, and Tydeus rose : 1 Thus Tydens storm'd; nor heats nor toils asScarce both their hands restrain his mighty. swage blows.

[give : His furious strength, or mitigate his rage. Then thus they spoke. “ The prize is thine, for- | Agylleus pants aloud, nor scarce contends; 'Tis double fame to bid the vanquish'd live; Black’ned with dust a stream of sweat descends. A friend, and our ally"-he storms the more, Tydeus press'd on, and seem'd to ain a blow Rejects the prize, and thus devoutly swore :

Full at his neck: the force was meant below, “ By all this blood, at present iny disgrace, Where well-knit nerves the knees firm strength These hands shall crush that more than female

supply; face :

[plain" - Short of their reach, his hands the blow deny. These hands shall dash him headlong to the He sinks; o'er him, like so:ne vast mountain fell To Pollux then he weeps, but weeps in vain. Agylleus, and half squeez'd his soul to Hell. He said.

By force they turn'd his steps away.

By force they turn'd his steps away. So when th' Iberian swain in search of ore Stubborn he still persists, nor yields the day.

| Descends, and views the light of Heav'n no more: far off in secret, the Laconian host

If some strong earthquake rocks the mould'ring Smile at his fury, and their hero boast.

ground, Mean while with conscious virtue Tydeus (High o'er him hung) down rush the ruins round, burns,

Deep under earth his batter'd carcase lies, Renown and praise inflame his heart by turns : Nor breathes its spirit to congenial skies, Swift in the race he still the guerdon bore,

Full of disdain Etolian Tydeus rose; Now toss'd the discus, now the gauntlets wore; | No peace, 110 bounds bis fierce rese n'ment But most for Pales' active arts renown'd,

knows:

1. [wind, To hurl his foe supine along the ground.

Swift from th' inglorious hold he springs like By Hermes tutor'd, on th' (Etolian plain,

And circles round, then firmly fix'd bebind. He made whole nations bite the dust in vain. His hand embrac'd his side, his knees surround

Full terrible he look’d. For arms he wore The giant's knees,and bend'em to the ground. The savage trophies of a mountain-boar,

Nought boots resistance now. Agylleus makes Once Calydonia's dread! the bristly hide [pride. One more essay. That inoment Tydeus takes, Broad o'er his shoulders hung, with barb'rous And rears him high. The mingling shouts arise, Unbound, he fings it down, then waits his And loud applause runs rattling thro' the skies. foes.

Su Hercules, who long had toil'd in vain, Besides him, tow'ring, huge Agylleus rose, Heav'd huge Anthënis from the Lybian plain ; A monstrous giant, dreadful to mankind; Erect in air th' expiring savage hung, Yet weak he seem'd, his limbs were loosely Nor touch'd the kindred earth, from whence he join'd.

sprung. Low Tydeus was. What Nature there denv'd, Long Tyilens held him thus. At length he found Strong nerves, and mighty courage well supply'd; )

The point of time, and hurl'd him to the For Nature never since the world began

ground Lodg'd such a spirit in so small a man!

Side-long — Himself upon the giant lies, Soon as their shining limbs are batb'd in oil, And grasps his neck, and firmly locks his thighs. Dowit rush the heroes to the wrestling toil.

Prone v'er th’inglorious dust, Agylleus quakes Deform'd with dust (their arms at chistance Half-dead: his shame alone resistance makes : spread)

Then rose at last, and stagg'ring thro' the.. Each on his shoulder half reclines bis head.

thronz, Now bending 'till be almost touch'd the plain, Slowly he trail'd his feeble legs along. Tydeus the giant heav'd, but heav'd in vain. When Tydeus thus. (His nobler band sustain'd

The mountain-cypress thus, that firmly stood The palm, his left the warlike gifts he gain’d:) From age to age, the empress of the wood, “ What though my blood o'erflow'd yon guilty By some strong whirlwind's sudden blast declin'd,

ground,

(round; Bends arching down, and nods before the wind: Whan singly arm’d, whole numbers pressid me The deep roots tremble till the gust blows o'er,

(So prov'd all contracts with the l'heban name, And then she rises, stately as before.

Their honour such) yet Tydeus lives the same.” So vast Agylleus scarcely mor'd below.

He spoke, and speaking sent the prize away; Hangs imminent upon th’ (Etolian foe.

Aside, a breast-plate for the vanquish'd lay. Breast, shoulders, thighs, with mighty strokes Others in arms their manly limbs enclose; resound,

To combat Epidaurian Agreus rose : And all appears an undistinguish'd wound. Hiin with his shining blade the Theban waits, On tiptoe rais'd, their heads obliquely bent, | An exile still by unrelenting fates. Each hangs on each, stretch'd out at full ex- ThenthusAdrastus. “Gen'rous youths give o'er; tent.

Preserve all rage: and thirst for hostile gore. Not half so bloody, or with half such rage, Ye gods! what slaughter and what combats call! Two furious monarchs of the herd engage. Then waste your fury, Thebes demands it all. Apart the inilk-white heifer views the fight, But you, Oprince! a kinsman, and our friend, And waits to crown the victor with delight. Whose cause such numbers with their lives defend; Their chests they gore, the mighty shock re- For wbom, our native towns, and countries lay sounds;

. [wounds. | Unpeopled half, to other foes a prey; Love swells their hate, and heals the gaping Trust not th' event of fight; nor bleed, to please So shaggy bears in strict embraces roll,

Th’ iphaman hopes of vase Etheocles. And from each corse squeeze forth th' unwilling | Avert it Heav'n!” The ready chiefs obey'd: soul.

Their brave attempt a glitt'ring helm repaid.

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