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BELINDA AT THE BATH.

Think then, O fairest of the fairer race,

What fatal beauties are thy heavenly face, Wule in these fountains bright Belinda laves, Whose very shadow can such flames inspire; She adds new virtues to the healing waves : We see 'tis paint, and yet we feel 'tis fire. Thus in Bethesda's pool an angel stood,

See! with false life the lovely image glows, Bad the soft waters heal, and blest the flood :

And every wondrous grace transplanted shows; But from her eye such bright destruction flies,

Patally fair the new creation reigns, In vain they flow! for her, the lover dies.

Churins in her shape, and multiplies our pains: No more let Tagus boast, whose beds unfold Hence the fond youth, that ease by absence found, A shining treasure of all-conquering gold !

Views the dear form, and bleeds at every wound No more the Po?! whose wandering waters stray, Thus the bright Venus, though to Heaven she soar'd, In mazy errours, through the starry way :

Reign'd in her iinage, by the world ador'd. Henceforth these springs superior honours share ; Oh! wondrous power of mingled light and shades! There Venus laves, but my Belinda here.

Where beauty with dumb eloquence persuades,
Where passions are beheld in picture wrought,
And animated colours look a thought :

Rare art! on whose cominand all nature waits!
THE COY:

It copies all Omnipotence creates :

Here crown'd with mountains earth expanded lies, AN ODE.

There the proud seas with all their billow's rise : Love is a noble rich repast,

If life be drawn, responsive to the thought

The breathing figures live throughout the draught; But seldom should the lover taste;

The mimiç bird in skies fictitious moves, When the kind fair no more restrains,

Or fcied beasts in imitated groves : The glutton surfeits, and disdains.

Ev'n Heaven it climbs; and from the forining hands To more the nymph, he tears bestows,

An angel here, and there a Townshend 3 stands. He rainly sighs, he falsely vows : The tears deceive, the vows betray;

Yet, painter, yet, though Art with Nature strive, He conquers, and contemns the prey,

Though ev'n the lovely phantom seem alive,

Submit thy vanquish'd art! and own the draught, Thus Ammon's son with fierce delight

Though fair, defective, and a beauteous fault i Smild at the terrours of the fight;

Charms, such as hers, inimitably great, The thoughts of conquest charm'd his eyes,

He only can express, that can create, He conquer'd, and he wept the prize,

Couldst thou extract the whiteness of the snow, Love, like a prospect, with delight

Or of its colours rob the heavenly bow, Sweetly deceives the distant sight,

Yet would her beauty triumph o'er thy skill, Where the tir'd travellers survey,

Lovely in thee, herself more lovely still ! O'er hanging rocks, a dangerous way.

Thus in the limpid fountajn we descry Ye fair, that would victorious prove,

The faint resemblance of the glittering sky; Seem but half kind, when most you love: , Another Sun displays bis lessen'd beains, Damon pursues, if Celia flies;

Another Heaven adorns the enlighten'd streamz: But when her love is born, bis dies.

But though the scene be fair, yet high above Had Danaë the young, the fair,

Th' exalted skies in nobler beauties move; Been free and unconfin'd as air,

There the true Heaven's eternal lamps display Free from the guards and brazen tower,

A deluge of inimitable day. She'd ne'er been worth a golden show'r,

TO THE HONOURABLE
AIRS, ELIZABETH TOWNSHEND,

AFTERWARDS
LADY CORNWALLIS,
ON HER PICTURE, AT RAINHAM.

gipiásos guvertür Είδος τ' ιδί φρίνας.

Odyssey, lib. 18.
AH! cruel hand, that could such power einploy
To teach the pictur'd beauty to destroy!
Singly she charm'd before ; but by his skill
The living beauty and her likeness kill!
Thus when in parts the broken mirrors fall,
A face in all is seen, and charms in all!
_ Eridanum cernes in parte locatum cali.

Tull, in Arateis,
Gurgite sidereo subterluit Oriona. Claud.

TO MR, POPE.

ON 113 WORKS. 1726.
Let vulgar souls triumpal arches raise,
And speaking marble, to record their praises
Or carve with fruitless toil, to faine unknown,
The mimic feature on the breathing stone;
Mere mortals, subject to Death's total sway,

Reptiles of Earth, and beings of a day!
| 'Tis thine, on every heart to grave thy praise,
| A monument which worth alone can raise;

Sure to survive, when Tinie shall whelm in dust
1 The arch, the marble, and the mimic bust;
| Nor till the volumes of th' expanded sky
| Blaze in one tlane, shalt thou and Homer dic;
| When sink together in the world's last fires
What Heaven created, and what Heaven inspires.

If aught on Earth, when once this breath is fled, With human transport touch the mighty dead;

Now lady Cornwallis.

Shakespeare, rejoice! his hand thy page'refines, Nor longer in his heavy eye-ball shin'd
Now every scene with native brightness shines; The glance divine forth-beaming from the mind
Just to thy fame, he gives thy genuine thought, But you, like Pallas, every limb infold
So Tully publish'd what Lucretius wrote;

With royal robes, and bid him shine in gold; Prun'd by his care, thy laurels loftier grow, Touch'd by your hand, his manly frame improves And bloom afresh on thy immortal brow. (vades, With air divine, and like a god he moves.

Thus when thy draughts, () Raphael, Time in This labour past, of heavenly subjects sing,
And the bold figure froin the canvas fades; While hovering angels listen on the wing;
A rival hand recalls from every part

To hear from Earth such heart-felt raptures rise, Some latent grace, and equals art with art; | As, when they sing, suspended hold the skies : Transported we survey the dubious strife,

Or, nobly rising in fair Virtue's cause, While the fair image starts again to life.

From thy own life transcribe th' unerring laws; How long untun'd bad Homer's sacred lyre

Teach a bad world beneath her sway to bend, Jarr'd grating discord, all extinct his fire !

To verse like thine fierce savages attend, This you beheld ; and, taught by Heaven to sing,

And men more fierce! When Orpheus tunes the layo Call’d the loud music from the sounding string.

| Ev'n fiends, relenting, hear their rage away,
Now wak'd from slumbers of three thousand years,
Once more Achilles in dread pomp appears,
Towers o'er the field of Death; as fierce he turns,
Keen Aash his arms, and all the hero burns;
His plume nods horrible, his helm on high

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With cheeks of iron glares against the sky;

THE ILIADS OF HOMER.
With martial stalk, and more than mortal might,
He strides along, he meets the God in fight :

IN THE STYLE OF MILTON.
Then the pale Titans, chain'd on burning foors, Now high advanc'd the night. o'er all the host
Start at the din that rends th' infernal shores;

Sleep shed his softest balm ; restless alone Tremble the towers of Heaven; Earth rocks her

Atrides lay, and cares revolv'd on cares. coasts; And gloomy Pluto shakes with all his ghosts.

As when with rising vengeance gloomy Jove To every theme responds thy various lav; .

| Pours down a wał'ry deluge, or in storms Here pours a torrent, there meanders play:

Of hail or snow commands the goary jaws Sonorous as the storm thy numbers rise,

Of War to roar; through all the kindling skies, Toss the wild waves, and thunder in the skies;

With flaming wings on lightnings lightnings play: Or, softer than a yielding virgin's sigh,

So while Atrides meditates the war, The gentle breezes breathe away, and die.

Sighs after sighs burst from his manly breast, How twangs the bow, when with a jarring spring

And shake his inmost soul : round o'er the fields The whizzing arrows vanish from the string!

| To Troy he turns his eyes, and round beholds When giants strain, some rock's vast weight to shove,

A thousand fires blaze dreadful; through his ears The slow verse heaves, and the clogg'd words scarce

Passes the direful symphony of war,

Of fife, or pipe, and the loud hum of hosts move; But when from high it rolls with many a bound,

Strikes him dismay'd: now o'er the Grecian tents Jumping it thundering whirls, and rushes to the

His eyes he rolls ; now from his royal head

Rends the fair curl in sacrifice to Jove, ground: .. Swift fiows the verse, when winged lightnings fly,

And his brave heart beaves with imperial woede Dart from the dazzled view, and flash along the sky; Thus groans the thoughtful king; at length resolves Thus, like the radiant God who sheds the day, To seek the Pylian sage, in wise debate The vale you paint, or guild the azure way; To ripen high designs, and from the sword And, while with cvery theme the verse complies, | Preserve his banded legions. Pale and sad Sink without groveling; without rashness, rise. Uprose the monarch: instant o'er his breast Proceed, great bard, awake th? harmonious

A robe he threw, and on his royal feet Bc ours all Homer, still Ulysses sing! (string,

Glitter'd th' embroider'd sandals: o'er his back Ev'n I, the meanest of the Muses' train,

A dreadful ornament, a lion's spoils, Inflam'd by thee, attempt a nobler strain ;

With hideous grace down to his ankles hung; Advent'rous waken the Müonian lyre,

Fierce in his hand he grasp'd a glittering speare Tun'd by your hand, and sing as you inspire ; With equal cạre was Menelaus toss'd: So, arı'd by great Achilles for the fight,

Sleep from his temples fled, his generous heart Patroclus conguer'd in Achilles' might.

Felt all his people's woes, who in his cause Like theirs our friendship! and I boast my name Stemm'd the proud main, and nobly stood in arms To thine united, for thy friendship's fame.

Confronting Death: a leopard's spotted spoils How long Ulysses, by unskilful hands

Terrific clad his limbs, a brazen helm Stript of his robes, a beggar trod our lands,

Beam'd on his head, and in his hand a spear. Such as he wander'd o'er his native coast,

Forth from his tent the royal Spartan strode Shrunk by the wand', and all the hero lost ;

To wake the king of men; hin wak'd he found O'er his smooth skin a bark of wrinkles spread,

Clasping his polish'd arms; with rising joy Old-age disgrac'd the honours of his head;

The heroes meet, the Spartan thus begun:

“Whythus in arms, my prince: Send'st thou sorre * The author translated eight books of the Odyssey.

To view the Trojan host? Alas! I tear (sry

Lest the most dauntless sor:s of glorious War 3 See the 16th Odyssey, ver. 186, and 476. Shrink at the bold design! This task demands

soul, resolv'd to pass the gloom of night,

To whom the Pylian: "Think not, mighty king, And 'midst her legion search the powers of Troy.” Jove ratifies vain Hector's haughty views;

"O prince," he cries, “ in this disastrous hour | A sudden, sad reverse of mighty woes Greece all our counsel claims, now, now demands

Waits that audacious victor, when in arms Our deepest cares! the power omnipotent

Dreadful Achilles shines. But now thy stops Frowns on our arms, but smiles with aspect mild

Nestor attends. Be it our care to wake On Hector's incense: Heavens! what son of Fame, Sage Ithacus, and Diomed the brave, Renown'd in story, e'er such deeds achiev'd

Meges the bold, and in the race renown'd In a whole life, as in one glorious day

Oilean Ajax. To the ships that guard This favourite of the skies? and yet a man !

Outmost the camp, some other speed his way" A mortal! born to die! but such his deeds

To raise stern Ajax and the Cretan king, As future Grecians shall repeat with tears

But love, nor reverence to the mighty name To children yet unborn.-But haste, repair

Of Menelaus, nor thy wrath, O king, i To Ajax and Idomeneus : we wake

Shall stop my free rebuke: sleep is a crime Ourself the Pylian sage, to keep the guardo

When Agamemnon wakes ; on him it lies On duty, by his care; for o'er the guards

To share thy martial toils, to court the peers His son presides nocturnal, and in arms

To act the men : this hour claims all our cares." His great compeer, Meriones the bold.”

“ Reserve,” rejoins the king, “for future hours “But say,"rejoins the prince,“ these orders borne, / Thy generous anger. Seems the royal youth There shall I stay, or measuring back the shores, Remiss? 'tis not through indolence of soul, To thee return?" " No more return," replies But deference to our power; for our commands The king of hosts, “lest treading ditferent ways He waits, and follows when we lead the way, We meet no more ; for through the camp the ways This night, disdaining rest, his steps he bent' Lie intricate and various : but aloud

To our pavilion : now th' illustrious peers, Wake every Greek to martial fame and arms; Rais'd at his call, a chosen synod stand Teach them to emulate their godlike sires;

Before the gates: haste, Nestor, haste away." And thou awhile forget thy royal birth, And share a soldier's cares: the proudest king

To whom the sage well pleas'd: “ In such brare Is but exalted dust; and when great Jove

No Greek will envy power: with loyal joy (hando Cali'd us to life, and gave us royal power,

Subjects obey, when men of worth command.”

He added not, but o'er his manly breast, He gave a sad preeminence of woes.”

Flung a rich robe : beneath his royal feet He spoke, and to the tent of Nestor turns

The glittering sandals shone: a soft, large vest, His step majestic: on his couch he found

Florid with purple wool, his aged limbs The hoary warrior ; all around him lay

Graceful adorn'd: tipt with a star of brass us arms, the shield, the spears, the radiant helm, | A ponderous lance he grasp'd, and strode away And scarf of various dye: with these array'd, To wake sage Ithacus. Aloud his voice The reverend father to the field of Fame

Ile rais'd: his voice was heard, and from his tent Led his bold files; for, with a brave disdain, Instant Ulysses sprung; and, “Why," he cry'd, Old as he was, he scor'd the case of age.

“ Why thus abroad in the chill hours of night?" Sudden the monarch starts, and half uprais'd, | What new distress invades ?"_“Forgive my cares, Thus to the king aloud : “ What art thou, say? Reply'd the hoary sage; “for Grecce I wake, Why in the camp alone? while others sleep, | Greece and her dangers bring me to thy tent: Why wanderest thou obscure the midnight hours ? | But haste, our wakeful peers in council meet 3 Seekst thou some centinel, or absent friend? This, this one night determines flight or war." Speak instant !--Silent to advance, is death!”

Swift at the word be seiz'd his ample shield, “O pride of Greece," the plaintive king returns, And strode along ; and now they bend their way Here in thy tent thou Agamennon view'st,

To wake the brave ''ydides: him they found : A prince, the most unhappy of mankind;

Stretch'd on the earth, array'd in sbining arms, Woes I endure, which none but kings can feel,

And round, his brave companions of the war: Which ne'er will cease until forgot in death :

Their shields sustain'd their heads; erect their speare Pensive I wander through the damp of night,

| Shot through th' illumin'd air a streaming ray, Through the cold damp of night; distress'd; alone! leen as Jove's lightning wing'd athwart the skies And sleep is grown a stranger to my eyes:

Thus slept the chicf: beneath him on the ground The weight of all the war, the load of woes

A savage bull's black hide was roll'd; his head That presses every Greek, united falls

A splendid carpet bore. The slumbering king On me the cares of all the host are mine!

The Pyšian gently with these words awakes :
Grief discomposes, and distracts my thoughts;
My restless panting heart, as if it strove

" Rise, son of Tydeus ! ill, a whole night's rest To force its prison, beats against my sides !

Suits with the brave ! and sleep'st thou, while proud My strength is fail'd, and even my feet refuse

Troy To bear so great a load of wretchedness!

Hangs o'er our tents, and from yon joining hill " But if thy wakeful cares (for o'er thy head

Prepares her war ? Awake, my friend, awake!" Wakeful the hours glide on) have aught matur'd Sudden the chief awoke, and mildly gave Useful, the thonght unfold: but rise, my friend, | This soft reply: "Oh! crucl to thy age, Visit with me the watches of the night;

| Thou gooduld man! ne'er wilt thou, wilt thou cease Jest tir'd they sleep, while 'Troy with all her wario burthen age with cares? Has Greece no youths Hangs o'er our tents, and now, perhaps ey'n now To wake the peers ? unweary'd man, to bear Asms her proud bangls. Arise, my friend, arise!” | At once the double load of tuils, and years!"

“ 'Tis true," he cry'd, "my subjects and my sons But haste; swift roll the hours of night, the more Might ease a sire and king: but rest 's a crime

Already hastens to display her beams, When on the edge of fate our country stands : And in the vault of Heaven the stars decav." Ere yet a few hours more have run their course, Swift at the word they sheathe their manly limbs Important space! Greece triur pns, or Greece falls ! |

Horrid in arms : a two-edg'd sword and shield But, since an old man's cares thy pity moves, Nestor's bold son to stern Tydides gave; Haste, generous youth, with speed to council call

A tough bull's hide his ample helmet form'd, Meges the brave, and in the race renown'd i

No cone adoin'd it, and no plumy crest Oilean Ajax,'—Strait the chief obey'd, ..

Ward in the air: a quiver and a bow, Strait o'er his shoulders hung the shargy spoils And a huge faulchion, great Ulysses bears, Of a huge tawny lion ; witi dire grace

The gift of Merion : on his head an helm Down to his feet they hung: fierce in his hand

Of leather nodded, firm within, and bound He grasp'd a glittering spear, and joined the guards. |

With many a thong; without, in dreadful rows Wakeful in arms they sate, a faithful hand, The snowy tusks of a huge savage boar As watchful dogs proteot the fleecy train,

Grinn'd horrible. Thus arm'd, away they stalk When the stern lion, furioris for his prey,

Undaunted : o'er their heads the martial majd Rushes through crashing woods, and on the fold | Sends on the right an her'n; the ambient glooin Springs from some mountain's brow, while mingled |

Conceals him from the view, but loud in air Of men and hounds aların: toerry cound (cries They hear the clangor of his sounding wings, Faithful they turn : so through the gloom of night | Joyful the prosperous sign Ulysses hail'd. They cast their view, and caught each noise of Troy. | And thus to Pallas : “ Offspring of dread Jove,

Now met th' illustrious synod; down they sate, Who hurls the burning bolts! O guardian power, Down on a spot of ground unstain'd with blood, Present in all my tails, who view'st my way Where vengeful Hector from the slaughter stay'd Where'er I move, now thy celestial aid, His murderous arm, when the dark veil of night Now, goddess, lend ! may deeds this night adorn, Sabled the pole: to whom thus Nestor spoke: Deeds that all Troy may weep: may we return “ Lives there a son of Fame so nobly brave,

In safety by thy guidance, heavenly maid !” That Troy-ward dares to trace the dangerous way, Tydides caught the word; and, “Oh!” he cries, To seize some straggling foe? or learn what Troy. “ Virgin armipotent, now grant thy aid, Now meditates? to pour the flood of war

As to my sire! He by the gulphy food Fierce on our fleet, or back within her walls Of deep A sopus left th' embattled bands Lead her proud legions? Oh! what fame would crown Of Greece in arms, and to imperial Thebes The hero thus triumphant, prais'd o'er Earth Bore terms of peace; but, as from haughty Thebes Above the sons of men ! And what rewards Alone he journey'd, deeds, heroic deeds, Should he receive! From every grateful peer His arm achiev'd, for Tydeus was thy oare : A sable ewe, and lamb, of highest worth

Thus guard his offspring, Oh! stern queca of arms; Memorial ; to a brave, heroic heart

So shall an heifer on thy altars bleed, The noblest prize! and at the social feast | Young and untam'd; to thee her blood l pour, Amongst the great, be his the seat of Fame." And point her lunar horns with burnish'd gold."

Abash'd they sate, and ev'n the brave knew fear. | Thus pray the chiefs, and Pallas hears their prayera Not so Tydides : unappall'd he rose,

Then, like two lions through the shades of night, And nobly spoke! “My soul! Oh! reverend sage, Dauntless they stride along; and hold their way Fires at the bold design; through yon black host | Through blood, and mangled limbs, o'er arms and Venturous I bend my way; but if his aid

• Nor pass they far, e'er the sagacious eye (death, Some warrior lend, my courage might arise | Of Ithacus discerns a distant foe To nobler heights : the wise by mutual aid

Coasting from Troy, and thus to Diomed : Instruct the wise, and brave men fire the brave.". “See! o'er the plain some Trojan bonds this way,

Fierce at the word upstarted from the ground Perhaps to spoil the slain ! or to our host The stern Ajaces, fierce bold Merion rose,

Comes he a spy? Beyond us o'er the field And Thrasymedes, sons of War: nor sate ! 'Tis best he pass, then sudden from behind The royal Spartan, nor great Nestor's heir,

Rush we precipitant; but if in flight Nor greater Ithacus; his manly heart

His active feet prevail, thy spear employ Sweli'd at the view of fame. Elate with joy

To force him on our lines, lest hid in shades, Atrides saw; and, “Oh! thou best of friends,

Through the dusk air he re-escape to Troy." Brave Diomed," he cries, “ of all the peers

Then conching to the ground, ambush'd they lay Chuse thou the valiantest : when merit pleads, Behind a hill of slain, onward the spy Tities no deference claim; high birth and state Incessant mov'd: he pass'd, and now arose To valour yield, and worth is more than power." The fierce pursuers. Dolon heard the sound Thus, fearing for his brother, spoke the king,

Of trampling feet, and panting, listening stood;

Now reach'd the chiefs within a javelin's throw, Not long! for Diomed dispels his fears.

Stern foes of Dolon! swift along the shores “Since free my choice, can I forget a friend,

He wing'd his flight, and swift along the shores The man, for wisdom's various arts renown'd;

They still pursued : as when two skilful hounds The man, whose dauntless soul no toils dismay,

Chase o'er the lawn the hare or bounding roe, Ulysses, lov'd by Pallas? through his aid, '*

Still from the sheltering brake the gaine they turn, Though thousand fires oppose, a thousand fires

| Stretch every nerve, and bear upon the prey ! Oppose in vain, bis wisdom points the way.”

"Nor praise, nor blame," the hero strait replies ; “You speak to Greeks, and they Ulysscs know:

V. 339.

do ran the chiefs, and from the host of Troy Venturous you bend to search the host of Tray,
Turn'd the swift foe: now nigh the fleet they few, There in yon outmost lines, a recent aid,
Now almost mingled with the guards; when lo! . | The Thracians lie, by Rhesus led, whose steeds
The martial goddess breath'd heroic dames

Outshine the snow, outfly the winged winds. Fierce on Tydides' soul : the hero fear'd

With glittering silver plates, and radiant gold Lest some bold Greek should interpose a wound, His chariot fames; gold forms his dazzling arms, And ravish half the glories of the night.

Arons that may grace a god! but to your tents Furious he shookhis lance, and, “Stand,” he cry'd, Unhappy me convey; or bound with chains, “ Stand, or thou dy'st :" then sternly from his arm Fast bound with cruel chains, sad on the shores Launch'd the wild spear ; wilful the javelin err'd, Here leave me captive, till you safe return, But wbizzing o'er his shoulder, deep in earth And witness to the truth my tongue untolds." Stood quivering; and he quaking stopp'd aghast; To whom stern-frowning Diomed replies : His teeth all chatter'd, and bis slack knees knock'd; “ Though every syllable be stamp'd with truth, s He seer'd the bloodless image of pale Fear. Dolon, thou dy'st : woald'st thou once piore return Panting the spy they seize; who thus with tears Darkling a spy, or wage, a nobler foe, Abject entreats: “Spare me, oh! spare," he cries ; New war on Greece? Traitor, thou dy'st; por more “ My hoary sire your mercy shall repay,

New war thou wagest, nor return'st a spy.. Soon as he hears I draw the vital air, With ample wealth,with steel, with brass,with gold.” |

He spoke terrific: and as Dolon rais'd

Suppliant his humble hands, the trenchant blade To whom Ulysses artfully : “ Be bold :

Sheer through his neck descends; the furious blow Far hence the thought of death! but instant say Cleaves the tough nerves in twain; down drops the Why thas alone in the still hours of night

And mutters unintelligible sounds.

(head, While every eye is clos'd ? to spoil the slain Strait they despoil the dead: the wolf's grey bide Com'st thou rapacious ? or some nightly spy They seize, the helm, the spear, and battle-bow: By Hector sent? or has thy venturous mind These, as they dropp'd with gore, on high in air Impelld thee to explore our martial bands ?” Ulysses rais'd, and to the martial maid “ By Hector sent, and by rewards undone,”

Thus lowly consecrates: “ Stern power of war,

Virgin armipotent, receive these arms, Returns the spy, (still as he spoke he shook)

Propitious to my vows, thce, goddess, thee “ I come unwilling : the refulgent car

Chiefly I call : direct our prosperous way He promis'd, and immortal steeds that bear

To purce the Thracian tents, to seize the steeds To fight the great Achilles : thus betray'd, .

Of Rhesus, and the car that flames with gold." Through the dun shades of night I bend my way Unprosperous, to explore the tented host

Then fierce o'er broken arms, through streams Of adverse Greece, and learn if now they stand

of blood Wakeful on guard, or, vanquish'd by our arms, They move along: now reach the Thracian hands Precipitant desert the shores of Troy."

All hush'd in sleep profound; their shining arms, To whom with similes of scorn the sage returns :

Rang'd in three ranks along the plain, around

Blumin'd the dun air : chariot and horse * Bold were thy aims, O youth ! But those proud

By every Thracian stood : Rhesus their king Restive, disdain the use of vulgar hands; (steeds, Scarce er'n the goddees-born, when the loud din

Slept m the centre of the circling bands, Oi battle roars, subdues them to the rein

And his proud steeds were reind behind his car.

With joy Ulysses through the gloom descry'u .. Reluctant : But this night where Hector sleeps Faithfu) disclose: Where stand the warrior's steeds ?

The sleeping king; and,“ Lo!" hecries, the stecds,

Lo! Diomed, the chief of Thrace, this night W'here lie his arms and implements of war .

Describ'd by Dolon: now, oh! now thy strength What guards are kept nocturnal? Say, what Troy

Dauntless exert! loose thou the furious sterds; Now meditates ? to pour the tide of fight Fierce on our fleet, or back within her walls

Or while the steeds 1 loose, with slaughtering hands Transfer the war?"-"To these demands,” he cries,

Invade the soldiery.” He spoke, and now « Paithful my tongue shall speak: The peers of Troy | With all her martial fires : his recking blade

The queen of arins infiam'd 'Tyvides' soul
Hector in council meets : round Ilus' tomb
Apart from noise they stand: no guards surround

On every side dealt fate; low, hollow groans The spacious host : where through the gloom yon

| Murmur'd around, blood o'er the crimson field

Well'd from the slain. As in his nigl.tly haunts fires Blaze frequent, Trojans wake to guard their Troy;

The surly lion rushes on the fold Secure th' auxiliars sleep, no tender cares

Of sheep, or goat, and rends th' unguarded prer;

So he the Thracian bands. Twelve by his sword Of wife or son disturb their calm repose, Safe sleep their wives and sons on foreign shores."

Lay breathless on the ground : behind him stood “ But say, apart encamp th' auxiliar bands,”

Sage Ithacus, and, as the warrior slew,

Swift he remov'd the slain, lest the fierce steeds, Replies the sage, “ or join the powers of Troy?”

Not yet inur'd to blood, should trembling start, “ Along the sea-beat shores," returns the spy, Impatient of the dead. Now o'er the king * The Leleges and Carians stretch their files; He whirls his wrathful blade, now furious gores Near these the Caucons, and Pelasgian train, His heaving cbest: he wak'd not; but a dream * And Poeons, dreadful with the battle-bow,

By Pallas sent; rose in his anxious thoughts; Extended lie ; on the 'Thymbraan plain

A visionary warrior frowning stood The Lycians and the Mysians in array

Fast by his head, and his aërial sword Spread their deep ranks: There the Mæonian bands, Plung d through his labouring breast. Mean while And Phrygians, range the fiery steeds of war.

the steeds But why this nice Inquiry? If your way

I The sage unbinds, and instant with his bow

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