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The Acts of Diomed.

DIOMED, assisted by Pallas, performs wonders in this

day's battle. Pandarus wounds him with an arrow, but the Goddess cures him, enables him to discern Gods from mortals, and prohibits him from contending with any of the former, excepting Venus. Æneas joins Pandarus to oppose him: Pandarus is killed, and Æneas in great danger, but for the assistance of Venus; who, as she is removing her son from the fight, is wounded on the hand by Dioned. Apollo seconds her in his rescue, and at length carries off Æneas to Troy, where he is healed in the temple of Pergamus. Mars rallies the Trojans, and assists Hector to make a stand. In the mean time Æneas is restored to the field, and they overthrow feveral of the Greeks; among the rest Tlepolemus is Nain by Sarpedon. Juno and Minerva descend to refift Mars; the latter incites Diomed to go against that God; he wounds him, and sends him groaning to heaven.

The first battle continues through this book. The scene is the same as in the former,



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B for her fires,

UT Pallas now Tydides' foul inspires,

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’ unweary'd blaze incessant strea'ms supplies, '
Like the red star that fires th' autumnal skies,
When fresh he rears his radiant orb to fight,
And, bath'd in Ocean, shoots a keener light. 16
Such glories Pallas on the chief bestow'd,
Such, from his arms, the fierce effulgence flow'd:
Onward the drives him, furious to engage,
Where the fight burns, and where the thickest rage.

The fons of Dares first the combat fought, 15 A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault; In Vulcan’s fane the father's days were led, The sons to toils of glorious battle bred ; These singled from their troops the fight maintain, These from their steeds, Tydides on the plain. Fierce for renown the brother chiefs draw near, And first bold Phegus cast his sounding spear,


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Which o'er the warriour's shoulder took its course,
And spent in empty air its erring force.
Not so, Tydides, few thy lance in vain,
But pierc'd his breast, and stretch'd him on the plain.
Seiz'd with unusual fear, Idæus fled,
Left the rich chariot, and his brother dead.
And, had not Vulcan lent his celestial aid,
He too had funk to death's eternal shade;

But in a smoky cloud the God of fire
Preserv'd the son, in pity to the fire.
The steeds and chariot, to the navy led,
Encreas'd the fpoils of gallant Diomed.

Struck with amaze and shame, the Trojan crew
Or slain, or fled, the fons of Dares view;
When by the blood-stain'd hand Minerva prest
The God of battles, and this fpeech addrest :

Stern power of war! by whom the mighty fall,
Who bathe in blood, and Thake the lofty wall!

40 Let the bráve chiefs their glorious toils divide; And whose the conquest mighty Jove decide : While we from interdicted fields retire, Nor tempt the wrath of heaven's avenging Sire.

Her words allay'd th’impetuous warriour's heat, 45 The God of arms and Martial Maid retreat; Remov'd from fight, on Xanthus' flowery bounds They sat, and listen’d to the dying sounds.

Meantime, the Greeks the Trojan race pursue, And some bold chieftain every leader new :

50 First Odius falls, and bites the bloody sand, His death ennobled by Atrides' hand;

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As he to flight his wheeling car addrest,
The speedy javelin drove from back to breast.
In dust the mighty Halizonian lay,
His arms resound, the spirit wings its way,

Thy fate was next, o Phæstus ! doom'd to feel
The great Idomeneus' portended steel ;
Whom Borus sent (his son and only joy)
From fruitful Tarne to the fields of Troy. 60
The Cretan javelin reach'd him from afar,
And pierc'd his shoulder as he mounts his car;
Back from the car he tumbles to the ground,
And everlasting shades his eyes surround.
Then dy'd Scamandrius, expert in the chace,

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 tries,
The fatal lance arrests him as he flies;
From Menelaus' arm the weapon sent,
Through his broad back and heaving bosom went:
Down sinks the warriour with a thundering sound,
His brazen armour rings against the ground.
Next artful Phereclus untimely fell ;

Bold Merion sent him to the realms of hell.
Thy father's skill, o Phereclus, was thine,
The graceful fabrick and the fair design,
For, lov'd by Pallas, Pallas did impart
To him the shipwright's and the builder's art. 80
Beneath his hand the fleet of Paris rose,
The fatal cause of all his country's woes ;



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