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Their strength, united, best may help to bear
But, if too fiercely there the foes contend, 4 Let Telamon, at least, our towers defend,
And Teucer hade with his unerring bow,
439 But if too fiercely here the foes contend, At least, let Telamon those towers defend, And Teucer haste with his urerring bow, To hare the danger, and repel the foe.
Straight to the fort great Ajax turn'd his care, 435
I trust the fortune of the field,
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With equal steps bold Teucer press’d the shore,
High on the walls appear'd the Lycian powers, 445
While to the ramparts daring Glaucus drew, 465
Divine Sarpedon with regret beheld
the foes. Alcmäon first was doom'd his force to feel ; Deep in his breast he plung'd the pointed steel; Then, from the yawning wound with fury tore The spear, pursued by gushing streamıs of gore; 480 Down sinks the warriour with a thundering sound, His brazen armour rings against the ground.
Swift to the battlement the victor flies, Tugs with full force, and every nerve applies; It shakes; the ponderous stones disjointed yield; 485 The rolling ruins smuke along the field. A mighty breach appears, the walls lie bare; And, like a deluge, rushes in the war.
At once bold Teucer draws the twanging bow, i And Ajax sends his javelin at the foe:
490 Fixid in his belt the feather'd weapon stood, And through his buckler drove the trembling wood; But Jove was present in the dire debate, To thield his offspring, and avert his fate. The prince gave back, not meditating flight, 495 But urging vengeance, and severer fight; Then, rais'd with hope, and fir'd with glory's charms, His fainting squadrons to new fury warms : O where, ye Lycians! is the strength you boast? Your former fame and ancient virtue loft!
500 The breach lies open, but your chief in vain
Attempts alone the guarded pass to gain : |
Unite, and foon that hostile fleet shall fall;
IT The force of powerful union conquers all.
This just rebuke infiam'd the Lycian crew, They join, they thicken, and th' assault renew : Unmov'd th' embodied Greeks their fury dare, And fix'd support the weight of all the war; Nor could the Greeks repel the Lycian powers, Nor the bold Lycians force the Grecian towers. As, on the confines of adjoining grounds, Two stubborn swains with blows dispute their bounds; They tug, they sweat; but neither gain or yield, One foot, one inch, of the contended field : Thus obstinate to death they fight, they fall; Nor these can keep, nor those can win, the wall. Their manly breasts are pierc'd with many a wound, Loud strokes are heard, and rattling arms resound, The copious slaughter covers all the shore, And the high ramparts drop with human gore. 520
As when two scales are charg'd with doubtful loads, From side to side the trembling balance nods (While some laborious matron, poor, With nice exactness weighs her woolly store) Till, pois'd aloft, the retting beam suspends Each equal weight; nor this, nor that, descends:
1 So stood the war, till Hector's matchless might With Fates prevailing, turn'd the scale of fight. Fierce as a whirlwind up the walls 'he flies, And fires his host with loud repeated cries: Advance, ye Trojans ! lend your valiant hands, Halte to the fleet, and toss the blazing brands !
They hear, they run; and, gathering at his call,
On lofty beams-of solid timber hung: | Then, thundering through the planks with forceful sway,
Drives the sharp rock'; the folid beams give way, 550