Now Heaven forfakes the fight: th' immortals To human force and human skill, the field: [yield, Dark thowers of javelins fly from foes to foes; Now here, now there, the tide of combat flows; While Troy's fam'd + ftreams, that bound the deathful plain, On either fide run purple to the main. Great Ajax first to conqueft led the way, Broke the thick ranks, and turn the doubtful day. The Thracian Acamas his faulchion found, And hew'd th' enormous giant to the ground; His thundering arm a deadly stroke imprest Where the black horfe-hair nodded o'er his creft: Fix'd in his front the brazen weapon lies, And feals in endless fhades his fwimming eyes. Next Teuthras' son diftain'd the fands with blood, Axylus, hofpitable, rich, and good: In fair Arifbe's walls (his native place) He held his feat; a friend to human race. Faft by the road his ever-open door Oblig'd the wealthy, and reliev'd the poor. To ftern Tydides now he falls a prey, No friend to guard him in the dreadful day! Breathless the good man fell, and by his fide His faithful fervant, old Calefius, dy’d. By great Euryalus was Drefus flain, And next he laid Opheltius on the plain. Two twins were near, bold, beautiful and young, From a fair Naiad and Bucolion fprung: (Laomedon's white flocks Bucolion fed, That monarch's firft-born by a foreign bed; In fecret woods he won the Naiad's grace, And two fair infants crown'd his ftrong embrace.) Here dead they lay in all their youthful charms; And till'd the banks where filver Satnio flow'd. Unbleft Aftraftus next at mercy lies 1 As pity pleaded for his vanquish'd prize, rage: To warn the nations, and to curb the great! To rigid justice fteel'd his brother's breast. And now had Greece eternal fame acquir'd, Ye generous chiefs! on whom th' immortals lay The cares and glories of this doubtful day; On whom your aids, your country's hopes depend; Wife to confult, and active to defend ! Here, at your gates, your brave efforts unite, Turn back the routed, and forbid the flight; Ere yet their wives' foft arms the cowards gain, The fport and infult of the hostile train. When your commands have hearten'd every band, Ourselves, here fix'd, will make the dangerous ftand; Preft as we are, and fore of former fight, Thefe ftraits demand our laft remains of might. Mean while, thou Hector to the town retire, And teach our mother what the Gods require: Direct the queen to lead th' affembled train Of Troy's chief matrons to Minerva's fane; Unbar the facred gates, and feek the power With offer'd vows, in Ilion's topmost tower. The largest mantle her rich wardrobes hold, Most priz'd for art, and labour'd o'er with gold. Before the Goddess' honour'd knees he fpread; And twelve young heifers to her altar led: If fo the power, aton'd by fervent prayer, Our wives, our infants, and our city spare, And far avert Tydides wafteful ire, That mows whole troops, and makes all Troy re- C Fierce in the front he flakes two dazling fpears: All Greece recedes, and 'midst her triumphs fears; Some God, they thought, who rul'd the fate of wars, Shot down avenging from the vault of stars. Then thus, aloud: Ye dauntlefs Dardans, hear! And you whom diftant nations fend to war! Be mindful of the strength your fathers bore; Be ftill yourselves, and Hector asks no more. One hour demands me in the Trojan wall, To bid our altars flame, and victims fall; Nor fhall, I trust, the matrons holy train And reverend elders, feek the Gods in vain. This faid, with ample ftrides the hero past; The fhield's large orb behind his shoulder caft, His neck o'erfhading, to his ankle hung; And as he march'd, the brazen buckler rung. Now paus'd the battle (godlike Hector gone) When daring Glaucus and great Tydens' fon Between both armies met: the chiefs from far Obferv'd each other, and had mark'd for war. Near as they drew, Tydides thus began: What art thou, bøldest of the race of man? Our eyes, till now, that aspect ne'er beheld. Where fame is reap'd amid th' embattled field; Yet far before the troops thou dar'st appear, And meet a lance the fierceft heroes fear. Unhappy they, and born of luckless fires, Who tempt our fury when Minerva fires! But if from heaven, celestial, thou defcend; Know, with Immortals we no more contend. Not long Lycurgus view'd the golden light, That daring man who mix'd with Gods in fight. Bacchus, and Bacchus' votaries, he drove, With brandish'd steel from Nyffa's facred grove : Their confecrated fpears lay fcatter'd round, With curling vines and twisted ivy bound; While Bacchus headlong fought the briny flood, And Thetis' arm receiv'd the trembling God. Nor fail'd the crime th' immortals' wrath to move, (Th' immortals bleft with endless cafe above) Depriv'd of fight by their avenging doom Cheerless he breath'd, and wander'd in the gloom: Then funk unpity'd to the dire abodes, A wretch accurft, and hated by the Gods! I brave not heaven: but if the fruits of earth Sustain thy life, and human be thy birth; Bold as thou art, too prodigal of breath, Approach, and enter the dark gates of death. What, or from whence I am, or who my fire, [Reply'd the chief) can Tydeus' fon inquire? Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, not withering on the ground; Another race the following fpring fupplies; They fall fucceffive and fucceffive rife: So generations in their courfe decay; So flourish these, when those are paft away. But if thou ftill perfift to fearch my birth, Then hear a tale that fills the fpacious earth. A city stands on Argos' utmost bound, (Argos the fair, for warlike steeds renown'd) Eolian Sifyphus, with wifdom blest, In ancient time the happy walls poffeft, Then call'd Ephyre: Glaucus was his fon; Great Glaucus, father of Bellerophon, Who o'er the fons of men in beauty fhin'd, Lov'd for that valour which preferves mankind. Then mighty Prætus Argos' fceptres (way', This peft he flaughter'd (for he read the fkies, Nor ended here his toils: his Lycian foes At his return, a treacherous ambush rose, With leyell'd fpears along the winding shore ; There fell they breathlefs, and return'd no morž. At length the monarch with repentant grief There long the chief his happy lot poffefs'd. [Jov Woes heap'd on woes confum'd his wafted heart He spoke, and tranfport fill'd Tydides' hearts In earth the generous warrior fix'd his dar Then friendly, thus, the Lycian prince addrest: Far hence be Bacchus' gifts (the chief rejoin'd:)) Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind, Unnerves the limbs, and dulls the noble mind. Let chiefs abftain, and spare the facred juice To fprinkle to the Gods, its better use. By me that holy office were profan'd; Ill fits it me, with human gore distain'd, To the pure (kies thefe horrid hands to raise, Or offer Heaven's great Sire polluted praise. You with your matrons, go! a spotless train, And burn tich, odours in Minerva's fane. The largest mantle your full wardrobes hold, Moft priz'd for art, and labour'd o'er with gold, Before the Goddefs' honour'd knees be spread, And twelve young heifers to her altar led. So may the power, aton'd by fervent prayer, Our wives, our infants, and our city spare, And far avert Tydides' wafteful ire, [tire. My gueft in Argos thou, and I in Lycia thine. S Who mows whole troops, and make all Troy re Enough of Trojans to this lance fhall yield, Enough of Greeks fhall dye thy fpear with gore; Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought refign'd, In fifty chambers lodg'd: and rooms of ftate And prefs'd his hand, and tender thus begun : Be this, O mother, your religious care; I go to rouze foft Paris to the war; If yet, not loft to all the fenfe of fhame, [came This heard, the gave command; and fummon'& Each noble matron and illufirious dame. The Phrygian queen to her rich wardrobe went, Where treafur'd odours breath'd a coitly icent. There lay the veítures of no vulgar art, Sidonian maids embroider'd every part, Whom from foft Sidon youthful Paris bore, With Helen touching on the Tyrian fhore. Here as the queen revolv'd with careful eyes The various textures and the varions dyes, She chofe a veil that fhone fuperior far, And glow'd refulgent as the morning star. Herself with this the long proceffion leads; The train majeftically flow proceeds. Soon as to Ilion's topmolt tower they come, And awful reach the high Palladian dome, Antenor's confort, fair Thenano, waits As Pallas' priestess, and unbars the gates, With hands uplifted and imploring eyes, They fill the dome with fupplicating cries. The priestess then the fhining veil displays, Plac'd on Minerva's lees, and thus the prays; Oh, awful Goddefs! ever dreadful maid, Troy's ftrong defence, unconquer'd Pallas, aid! Break thou Tydides fpear, and let him fall Prone on the duit before the Trojan wall, So twelve young heifers, guiltless of the yoke, Shall fill thy temple with a grateful smoke. But thou aton'd by penitence and prayer, Ourfelves, our infants, and our city spare! So pray'd the priestess in her holy fane; So vow'd the matrons, but they vow'd in vain. While these appear before the power with pray Hector to Paris' lofty dome repairs. [ers, Himfelf the manfion rais'd, from every part Aflembling architects of matchlefs art. Near Priam's court and Hector's palace ftands The pompous structure, and the town commands A fpear the hero bore of wondrous ftrength, Of full ten cubits was the lance's length, The steely point with golden ringlets join'd, Brother, 'tis juft (reply'd the beauteous youth) He faid, nor anfwer'd Priam's warlike fon; When Helen thus with lowly grace begun: Oh generous brother! if the guilty dame, That caus'd thefe woes, deferves a fifter's name! Would Heaven, ere all these dreadful deeds were done, [bear The day that show'd me to the golden fun, The chief reply'd: This time forbids to reft: He said, and pass'd with fad prefaging heart To feek his fpoufe, his foul's far dearer part; At home he fought her, but he fought in vain : She, with one maid of all her menial train, Had thence retir'd; and with her fecond joy, The young Aftyanax, the hope of Troy, enfive the flood on Ilion's towery height, Beheld the war, and ficken'd at the fight; There her fad eyes in vain her lord explore, Or weep the wounds her bleeding country bore. But he who found not whom his foui defir'd, Whofe virtue charm'd him as her beauty fir'd, Stood in the gates, and afk'd what way the bent Her parting step? If to the fane fhe went, Where late the mourning matrons made refort; Or fought her fifters in the Trojan court? Not to the court, (reply'd the attendant train) Nor mix'd with matrons to Minerva's fane: To Ilion's steepy tower fhe bent her way, To mark the fortunes of the doubtful day. Troy fled, the heard, before the Grecian fword; She heard, and trembled for her abfent lord: Distracted with furprife, the feem'd to fly, Fear on her cheek, and forrow in her eye. The nurse attended with her infant boy, The young Aftyanax, the hope of Troy. Hector, this heard, return'd without delay; Ah, too forgetful of thy wife and fon! His radiant arms preferv'd from hoftile spoil, The mountain nymphs the rural tomb adorn'd, By the fame arm my seven brave brothers fell; In one fad day beheld the gates of hell: While the fat herds and fnowy flocks they fed; Amid their fields the hapleis heroes bled! My mother liv'd to bear the victor's bands, The queen of Hyppoplacia's Sylvan lands: Redeem'd too late, the fcarce beheld again Her pleafing empire and her native plain, When, ah! oppreft by life-confuming woe, She fell a victim to Diana's bow. Yet, while my Hector ftill furvives, I fee My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee: Alas! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall, Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger fhare: Oh prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon wild fig-trees join the wall of Troy : Thou from this tower defend th' important poft; There Agamemnon points his dreadful hoft, That país Tydides, Ajax, ftrive to gain, And there the vengeful Spartan fires his train, Thrice our bold foes the fierce attack have given, Or led by hopes, or dictated from Heaven. Let others in the field their arms employ, But ftay my Hector here, and guard his Troy. The chief reply'd: That poft fhall be my care, Attaint the luftre of my former name, Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates: (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates! The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, Thy Hector, wrapt in everlasting sleep, Thus having fpoke, th' illuftrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clafp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurfe's breast, Scar'd at the dazzling helm, and nodding crest. With fecret pleafure each fond parent fmil'd, And Hector hafted to relieve his child, The glittering terrors from his brows unbound, And plac'd the beaming helmet on the ground. Then kifs'd the child, and, lifting high in air, Thus to the Gods preferr'd a father's prayer: O thou! whofe glory fills the æthereal throne, And all ye deathless powers! protect my fon! Graut him, like me, to purchase just renown, To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown, Against his country's foes the war to wage, And rife the Hector of the future age! So when, triumphant from fuccessful toils Of heroes flain, he bears the reeking spoils, Whole hofts may hail him with deferv'd acclaim, And fay, this chief transcends his father's fame: While, pleas'd, amidst the general thouts of Troy, His mother's confcious heart o'erflows with joy. He spoke, and, fondly gazing on her charms, Reftor'd the pleafing burthen to her arms; Soft on her fragrant breaft the babe fhe laid, Huil'd to repofe, and with a fimile furvey'd. The troubled pleasure foon chaftis'd by fear, She mingled with a smile a tender tear. The foften'd chief with kind compaffion view'd, And dry'd the falling drops, and thus pursued :, Andromache my foul's far better part, Why with untimely forrows heaves thy heart? No hoftile hand can antedate my doom, Till fate condemns me to the filent tomb. Fix'd is the term to all the race of earth; And fuch the hard condition of our birth, No force can then refift, no flight can fave; All fink alike, the fearful and the brave. No more- but haften to thy tasks at home, There guide the spindle, and direct the loom; Me glory fummons to the martial scene, The field of combat is the fphere for men. Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim, The first in danger, as the first in fame. V Thus having faid, the glorious chief resumes His towery helmet, black with fhading plumes. His prince's part with a prophetic figh, Unwilling parts, and oft reverts her eye, That ftream'd at every look: then, moving flow Sought her own palace, and indulg'd her woe. There, while her tears deplor'd the godlike man, Through all her train the foit infection ran, The pious maids their mingled forrows fhed, And mourn the living Hector, as the dead. But now, no longer deaf to honour's call, Forth iffues Paris from the palace wall. In brazen arms that caft a gleamy ray, Swift through the town the warrior bends his way. The wanton courfer thus, with reins unbound, Breaks from his ftall and beats the trembling ground; Pamper'd and proud, he feeks the wonted tides, And laves, in height of blood, his shining fides; is head now freed, he tofles to the skies; is mane difhevell'd o'er his boulders flies; |