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The felf-fame night to both a being gave,
One wife in counsel, one in action brave):

In free debate, my friends, your fentence speak;
For me I move, before the morning break, 300
To raise our camp: too dangerous here our poft,
Far from Troy walls, and on a naked coast.
I deem'd not Greece fo dreadful, while, engag'd
In mutual feuds, her king and hero rag'd: [305
Then, while we hop'd our armies might prevail,
We boldly camp'd beside a thousand fail.
I dread Pelides now: his rage of mind
Not long continues to the fhores confin'd,
Nor to the fields, where long in equal fray
Contending nations won and loft the day;

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To their own fenfe condemn'd, and left to choose
The worst advice, the better to refuse.

While the long night extends her fable reign, 365
Around Patroclus mourn'd the Grecian train.
Stern in fuperior grief Pelides stood;

Thofe flaughtering arms, fo us'd to bathe in blood,
Now clafp'd his clay-cold limbs: then gushing start
The tears, and fighs burft from his fwelling heart.
The lion thus, with dreadful anguish flung, 371
Roars thro' the defart, and demands his young:
When the grim favage, to his rifled den
Too late returning, fouffs the track of men,
And o'er the vales and o'er the foreft bounds; 375
His clamorous grief the bellowing wood refounds.
So grieves Achilles; and impetuous vents
To all his Myrmidons his loud laments.

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In what vain promife, Gods! did I engage,
When, to confole Mencetius' feeble age,
I vow'd his much-lov'd offspring to restore,
Charg'd with rich spoils, to fair Opuntia's fhore?
But mighty Jove cuts fhort, with just disdain,
The long, long views of poor, deligning man!
One fate the warrior and the friend fhall ftrike, 385
320 And Troy's black fands must drink our blood alike:
Me too a wretched mother fhall deplore,

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For Troy, for Troy, fhall henceforth be the ftrife,
And the hard contest not for fame but life..
Hafte then to Ilion, while the favouring night..
Detains those terrors, keeps that arm from fight;
If but the morrow's fun behold us here,
That arm, thofe terrors, we fhall feel, nor fear;
And heart's that now difdain, fhall leap with joy,
If Heav'n permit them then to enter Troy.
Let not my fatal prophecy be true,
Nor what I tremble but to think, enfue,
Whatever be our fate, yet let us try
What force of thought and reason can fupply;
Let us on counsel for our guard depend;
The town, her gates and bulwarks fhall defend;
When morning dawns, our well-appointed powers,
Array'd in arms, thali line the lofty towers.
Let the fierce hero, then, when fury calls,
Vent his mad vengeance on our rocky walls,
Or fetch a thousand circles round the plain,
Till his spent courfers feek the fleet again:
So may his rage be tir'd, and labour'd down;
And dogs fhall tear him ere he fack the town.
Return? (faid Hector, fir'd with stern difdain)
What! coop whole armies in our walls again
Was't not enough, ye valiant warriors fay,
Nine years imprifon'd in thofe towers ye lay?
Wide o'er the world was Ilion fam'd of old.
For brafs exhauftlefs, and for mines of gold:
But while inglorious in her walls we stay'd,
Sunk were her treatures, and her ftores decay'd;340
The Phrygians now her scatter'd spoils enjoy,
And proud Mæonia waftes the fruits of Troy.
Great Jove at length my arms to conqueft calls,
And buts the Grecians in their wooden walls:
Var'ft thou difpirit whom the Gods incite;
Flies any Trojan? I fhall ftop his flight.
To better counsel then attention lend;
Take due refreshment, and the watch attend.
If there be one whofe riches coit him care,
Forth let him bring them for the troops to share;
'Tis better generously beltow'd on thofe,
Than left the plunder of our country's foes.
Soon as the morn the purple orient warms,
Fierce on yon navy we will pour our arms;
great Achilles rife in all his might,
His be the danger. Ifhall ftand the fight.
Honour, ye Gods! or let me gain, or give!
And live he glorious, whofoe'er fhall live!
Mars is our common lord, alike to all :
And oft the victor triumphs but to fall.

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The fhouting hot in loud applaufes join'd So Pallas robb'd the many of their mind; VOL. VI.

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An aged father never see me more!
Yet, my Patroclus! yet a space I stay,
Then fwift purfué thee on the darkfome way. 390
Ere thy dear relicks in the grave are laid,
Shall Hector's head be offer'd to thy fhade;"
That, with his arms, fhall hang before thy fhrine;
And twelve the nobleft of the Trojan line,
Sacred to vengeance, by this hand expire;
Their lives effus'd around thy flaming pyre.
Thus let me lie till then! thus, closely preft,
Bathe thy cold face, and fob upon thy breaft!
While Trojan captives here thy mourners stay,
Weep all the night, and murmur all the day: 400
Spoils of my arms, and thine when, wafting wide,
Our fwords kept time, and conquer'd fide by fide.

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He fpoke, and bade the fad attendants round
Cleanse the pale corpfe, and wash each honour'd
A mally caldrou of ftupendous frame [wound. 405
They brought, and plac'd it o'er the riling flame:
Then heap the lighted wood; the flame divides
Beneath the vafe, and climbs around the fides;
In its wide womb they pour the rushing stream;
The boiling water bubbles to the brim.

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5 The body then they bathe with pious toil,
Embalm the wounds, anoint the limbs with oil,
High en a bed of ftate extended laid,
And decent cover'd with a linen fhade;
Laft o'er the dead the milk-white veil they threw;
That done, their forrows and their fighs renew.
Mean while to Juno, in the realms above,
(His wife and filter) fpoke Almighty Jove:
At last thy will prevails: great Peleus' fon
Rifes in arms: fuch Grace thy Greeks have won.
355 Say (for I know not) is their race divine,
And thou the mother of that martial line?
What words are thefe (th' imperial dame replies,
While anger flash'd from her majestic eyes)
Succour like this a mortal arm might lend, 425
And fuch fuccefs mere human wit attend:
And fhall not 1, the fecond Power above, [Jove,
Heaven's Queen, and confort of the thundering
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Say, fhall not 1, one nation's fate command,
Not wreak my vet.geance on one guilty land? 430
So they. Meanwhile the Silver-footed Dame
Reach'd the Vulcanian dome, eternal frame!
High-eminent amid the works divine,
Where Heaven's far beaming brazen manfions
frine.

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There the lame architect the Goddefs found, 435
Obfcure in smoke, his forges flaming round,
While bath'd in fweat from fire to fire he flew;
And puffing loud, the roaring bellows blew.
That day no common task his labour claim'd;
Full twenty tripods for his hall he fram'd,
That, plac'd on living wheels of maffy gold
(Wondrous to tell!) inftinet with spirit roll'd
From place to place, around the blest abodes,
Self-mov d, obedient to the beck of gods!
For their fair handles now o'erwrought
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In moulds prepar'd the glowing ore he pours.
Just as refponfive to his thought the frame
Stood prompt to move, the azure Goddess came:
Charis, his fpoufe, a grace divinely fair
With purple fillets round her braided hair) 450
Obferv'd her entering? her soft hand the prefs'd,
And, fmiling, thus the watery Queen addrefs'd:
What, Goddess! this unufual favour draws?
All hail, and welcome! whatfoe'er the cause:
Till now a ftranger, in a happy hour
Approach, and tatte the dainty of the bower.

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High on a throne, with ftars of filver grac'd,
And various artifice, the Queen the plac'd:
A footftool at her feet; then, calling, faid,
Vulcan, draw near; 'tis Thetis asks your aid. 460
Thetis (reply'd the God) our powers may claim,
An ever-dear, an ever-honour'd name!
When my proud mother hurl'd me from the sky
(My aukward form, it feems, difpleas'd her eye)
She and Eurynome my griefs redreft, 465
And foft receiv'd me on their filver breast.
Ev'n then, these arts employ'd my infant thought;
Chains, bracelets, pendants, all their toys,
wrought.

Nine years kept fecret in the dark abode,
Secure I lay, conceal'd from man and God: 4701
Deep in a cavern'd rock my days were led;
The rufhing occan murmur'd o'er my head.
Now fince her prefence glads our manfion, fay,
For fuch defert what fervice can I pay?
Vouchsafe, Thetis! at our board to fhare 475
The genial rites, and hofpitable fare;
While I the labours of the forge forego,
And bid the roaring bellows ceafe to blow.

There, plac'd behind her on a fhining frame, He thus addrefs'd the Silver-footed Dame: Thee, welcome Goddess! what occafion calls 495 (So long a ftranger) to these honour'd walls? 'Tis thine, fair Thetis, the command to lay, And Vulcan's joy and duty to obey.

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To whom the mournful mother thus replies
(The cryftal drops ftood trembling in her eyes)
Oh, Vulcan! fay, was ever breast divine 501
So pierc'd with forrows, so o'erwhelm'd, as mine?
Of all the Goddeffes, did Jove prepare
For Thetis only fuch a weight of care!
I, only I, of all the watʼry race,
By force fubjected to a man's embrace,
Who, finking now with age and forrow, pays
The mighty fine impos'd on length of days.
Sprung from my bed a godlike hero came,
The braveft fure that ever bore the name; $10
Like fome fair plant beneath my careful hand,
He grew, he flourish'd, and he grac'd the land;
To Troy I fent him! bat his native shore
Never, ah never, shall receive him more;
(Ev'n while he lives, he waftes with fecret woe)
Nor I, a Goddefs, can retard the blow!
Robb'd of the prize the Grecian fuffrage gave,
The king of nations forc'd his royal flave:
For this he griev'd; and, till the Greeks oppreft
Requir'd his arm, he forrow'd unredrest.
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Large gifts they promife, and their elders fend;
In vain he arms not, but permits his friend
His arms, his steeds, his forces, to employ ;
He marches, combats, almost conquers Troy.
Then, flain by Phoebus (Hector had the name)
At once refigns his armour, life, and fume. 526
But thou, in pity, by my prayer be won:
Grace with immortal arms this short-liv'd fon,
And to the field in martial pomp restore,
To fhine with glory, till he fhines no more! 530
To her the Artist-god: Thy griefs refign,
Secure, what Vuican can, is ever thine.
O could I hide him from the Fates as well,
Or with these hands the cruel stroke repel,
As I shall forge most envy'd armis, the gaze 535
Of wondering ages, and the world's amaze!

Thus having faid, the Father of the fires
To the black labours of his forge retires.
Soon as he bade then blow, the bellows turn'd
Their iron mouths; and where the furnace burn'd,
Refounding breath'd; at once the blait expires, [541
And twenty forges catch at once the fires;
Juft as the God directs, now loud, now low,
They raise a tempeft, or they gently blow.
In hilling flames huge filver bars are roll'd,
And stubborn brass, and tin, and folid gold:
Before, deep fix'd, th' eternal anvils stand;
The ponderous hammer loads his better hand,
His left with tongs turns the vex'd metal round,
And thick, ftrong ftrokes, the doubling vaults ré-
bound.

Then from his anvil the lame artist rofe;
Wide with distorted legs, oblique he goes, 480
And fills the bellows, and (in order laid)
Locks in their chefts his inftruments of trade.
Then with a sponge the footy workman drest
His brawny arms imbrown'd, and hairy breat!.
With his huge fceptre grac'd, and red attire, 485
Came halting forth the Sovereign of the fire:
The monarch's fteps two female forms uphold,
That mov'd, and breath'd, in animated gold;
To whom was voice, and fenfe, and fcience given
Of works divine, (fuch wonders are in heaven!)And godlike labours on the furface rofe.
thefe fupported, with unequal gait, 491 There fhone the image of the mafter-mind:

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Then first he form'd' th' immenfe and fulid field;
Rich various artifice emblaz'd the field;
Its utmost verge a threefold circle bound;
A filver chain suspends the masfy round;
Five ample plates the broad expanfe compofe, 555

We reach'd the throne where penfive Thetis fate; There earth, there heaven, there ocean, he defign'd;

Th' unwearied fun, the moon completely round; | And the whole war came out, and met the eye; 625 And each bold figure feem'd to live, or die.

The ftarry lights that heaven's high convex
crown'd;

The Pleiads, Hyads, with the northern team;
And great Orion's more refulgent beam;
To which, around the axle of the sky,
The Bear revolving points his golden eye,
Still fhines exalted on th' æthereal plain,
Nor bathes his blazing forehead in the main.
Two cities radiant on the field appear,
The image one of peace, and one of war.
Here facred pomp and genial feaft delight,
And folemn dance, and Hymenaal rite;
Along the ftreet the new-made brides are led,
With torches flaming, to the nuptial bed:
The youthful dancers in a circle bound

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To the foft flute, and cittern's filver found: [575
Through the fair ftreets, the matrons in a row
Stand in their porches, and enjoy the show.

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There, in the forum fwarm a numerous train,
The subject of debate, a townsman flain :
One pleads the fine difcharg'd, which one deny'd,
And bade the public and the laws decide:
The witness is produc'd on either hand :
for this, or that, the partial people fland:
Th' appointed heralds ftill the noify bands,
And form a ring, with fceptres in their hands
On feats of ftone, within the facred place,
The reverend ciders nodded o'er the cafe;
Alternate, each th' attefting fceptre took,
And rifing, folemn, each his fentence spoke,
Two golden talents lay amidst, in fight,

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The prize of him who best adjudg'd the right. 590
Another part (a prospect differing far)
Glow'd with refulgent arms, and horrid war.
Two mighty hofts a leaguer'd town embrace,
And one would pillage, one would burn the
place.
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Mean time the townfmen, arm'd with fiient care,
A fecret ambush on the foe prepare: [band
Their wives, their children, and the watchful
Of trembling parents, on the turrets ftand.
They march, by Pallas and by Mars made bold;[600
Gold were the Gods, their radiant garments gold,
And gold their armour: these the fquadron led,
Auguft, divine, fuperior by the head!

A place for ambuth fit, they found, and food
Cover'd with fhields, befide a filver flood.
Two fpies at diftance lurk, and watchful feem 605
If theep or oxen feek the winding ftream.
Soon the white flocks proceeded o'er the plains,
And steers flow moving, and two fhepherd fwains:
Behind them, piping on their reeds, they go,
Nor fear an ambush, nor fufpect a foe.

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arms the glittering fquadron rifing round, Rufh fudden; hills of laughter heap the ground; Whole flocks and herds lie bleeding on the plains, And, all amidst them, dead, the shepherd fwains! The bellowing oxen the befiegers hear; {war; 615 They rife, take horse, approach, and meet the They fight, they fall, befide the filver flood; The waving filver feem'd to blufh with blood. There tumult, there contention, food confest; One rear'd a dagger at a captive's breasts One held a living foe, that freshly bled With new-made wounds; another dragg'd a dead. Now here, now there, the carcafes they tore Fare stalk'd amidst them, grim with human gore.

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A field deep-furrow'd next, the God defign'd,
The third time labour'd by the fweating hind;
The fhining fhares full many ploughmen guide,
And turn their crooked yokes on every fide; 630
Still as at either end they wheel around,
The mafler meets them with his goblet crown'd ;
The hearty draught rewards, renews their toil,
Then back the turning plough-fhares cleave the
foil

Behind, the rifing earth, in ridges roll'd: 1635
And fable look'd, though form'd of molten gold.
Another field rofe high with waving grain;
With bended fickles ftand the reaper-train :
Here, ftretch'd in ranks, the level'd fwarths are

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Sheaves heap'd on fheaves here thicken up the ground.

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With fweeping froke the mowers ftrow the lands; The gatherers follow, and collect in bands; And laft the children, in whofe arms are borne (Too fhort to gripe them) the brown fheaves of The ruftic manarch of the field deferies, [corn. 645 With filent glee, the heaps around him rife. A ready banquet on the turf is laid, Beneath an ample oak's expanded shade. The victim of the sturdy youth prepare; The reaper's due repaft, the women's care. Next, ripe in yellow gold, a vineyard fhines, Bent with the ponderous harvest of its vines; A deeper dye the dangling clusters fhow, And, curl'd on filver props, in order glow: A darker metal mixt, intrench'd the place; 655 And pales of glittering tin th' enclosure grace. To this, one path-way gently-winding leads, Where march a train with balkets on their heads (Fair maids, and blooming youths) that fimiling

bear

The purple product of th' autumnal year.
To these a youth awakes the warbling firings,
Whofe tender lay the fate of Linus fings:
in meafur'd dance behind him move the train,
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Here herds of oxen march, ere& and bold, 665 Rear high their horns, and feem to low in gold, And speed to meadows, on whofe founding fores A rapid torrent through the rushes roars: Four golden herdfmen as their guardians ftand, And nine four dogs complete the ruftic band. 675 Two lions rufhing from the wood appear'd, And feiz'd a bull, the master of the herd: He roar'd; in vain the dogs, the men, withstood They tore his flesh, and drank the fable blood. The dogs (oft cheer'din vain) defert the prey 675 Dread the grim terrors, and at diftance bay.

Next this, the eye the art of Vulcan leads Deep through fair forefts, and a length of meads And stalls, and folds, and fcatter'd cots between; Ane fleecy flocks, that whiten all the scene. 680

A figur'd dance fucceeds: fuch once was feen In lofty Gnoffus, for the Cretan queen, Form'd by Dædalean art: a comely band Of youths and maidens, bounding hand in hand. The maids in foft cymars of linen dreft; 681 The youths all graceful in the glofty velt: Of thofe the locks with flowery wreaths inroll'a Of these the fides adorn'd with fwords of gold ̧ ́

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In living filver feem'd the waves to roll, [whole.
And beat the buckler's verge, and bound the
This done, whate'er a warrior's ufe requires, 765
He forg'd; the cuirals that outfhines the fires.
The greaves of ductile tin, the helm impreft
With various fculpture, and the golden creft.
At Thetis' feet the finish'd labour lay:
She, as a falcon, cuts th' aerial way,
Swift from Olympus' fnowy fummit flies,
And bears the blazing present through the skies.

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BOOK XIX.

THE ARGUMENT.

The Reconciliation of Achilles and Agamemnon.

Thetis brings to her fon the armour made by Vulcan. She preferves the body of bis friend from corruption, and commands bim to offemble the arms, to declare his resentment at an end. Agamemnon and Achilles are folemnly reconciled: the Speeches, prefents, and ceremonies, on that occafion. Achilles is with great difficulty perfuaded to refrain from the battle till the troops have refrefbed themfeiver, by the advice of Ulyffes. The prefents are conveyed to the tent of Achilles; where Brifiis laments over the body of Patroclus. The bere ebftinately refufes all repaft, and gives bimfelf up to lamentation for his friend. Minerva defcends to trengthen him, by the order of Jupiter. He arms for the fight: bis appearance described. He addrefes Limfelf to bis borfes, and reproaches them with the death of Patroclus. One of them is miraculously ended with voice, and inspired to prophefy bis fate; but the bero, not afìonifbed by that prodigy, rufbes with fury to

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Then in the noftrils of the flain the pour'd
Nectareous drops, and rich ambrofia fhower'd 40
O'er all the corpfe. The flies forbid their prey,
Untouch'd it refts, and facred from decay.
Achilles to the ftrand obedient went:
The bores refounded with the voice he fent.
The heroes heard, and all the naval train
That tend the ships, or guide them o'er the main,
Alarm'd, tranfported, at the well-known found,
Frequent and full, the great aflembly crown'd;
Studious to fee that terror of the plain,
Long loft to battle, fhine in arms again.
Tydides and Ulyffes first appear,
Lame with their wounds, and leaning on the
Thefe on the lacreu feats of council plac'd,
The king men, Atrides, came the laft:
He too fore wounded by Agenor's fon.
Achilles (rifing in the midft) begun :

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Oh monarch! better far had been the fate Of thee, of me, of all the Grecian state, If, (ere the day when by mad passion sway'd, Rafh we contended for the black-ey'd maid) 60 Preventing Dian had dispatch'd her dart, And fhot the fhining mischief to the heart: Then many a hero had not prefs'd the shore, Nor Troy's glad fields been fatten'd with our gore:

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And fad posterity repeat the tale.
But this, no more the fubject of debate,
Is paft, forgotten, and refign'd to fate :
Why should, alas! a mortal man, as I,
Burn with a fury that can never die ?
Here then my anger ends; let war fucceed,
And ev'n as Greece has bled, let Ilion bleed.
Now call the hosts, and try, if in our fight
Troy yet shall dare to camp a fecond night? [75
I deem their mightiest, when this arm he knows,
Shall 'fcape with transport, and with joy repofe.
He faid: his finish'd wrath with loud acclaim
The Greeks accept, and fhout Pelides' name.
When thus, not rifing from his lofty throne,
la ftate unmov'd, the king of men begun:
Hear me, ye fons of Greece! with filence
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And grant your monarch an impartial ear;
A while your loud, untimely joy fufpend,
And let your rafh, injurious clamours end:
Unruly murmurs, or ill-tim'd applaufe
Wrong the best fpeaker, and the jufteft caufe.
Nor charge on me, ye Greeks, the dire debate:
Know, angry Jove, and all-compelling Fate,
With fell Erinnys, urg'd my wrath that day
When from Achilles' arms I forc'd the prey.
What then could I against the will of Heaven?
Not by myself, but vengeful Até driven;
She. Jove's dread daughter, fated to infest
The wrath of mortals, enter'd in my breast.
Not on the ground that haughty Fury treads, 95
But prints her lofty footsteps on the heads
Of mighty mer; inflicting as the goes
Long feftering wounds, inextricable woes!
Of old, fhe ftalk'd amid the bright abodes;
And Jove himself, the Sire of men and Gods, Ico
The world's great ruler, felt her venom'd dart;
Deceiv'd by Juno's wiles, and female art.
For when Alcmena's nine long months

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To Gods and Goddefles th' unruly joy
He show'd, and vaunted of his matchless boy:
From us (he faid) this day an infant springs,
Fazed to rule, and born a king of kings.
Saturnia afk'd an oath, to vouch the truth,
And fix'd dominion on the favour'd youth.
The Thunderer, unfufpicious of the fraud,
Pronounc'd thofe folemn words that bind a God.
The joyful Goddets from Olympus' height,
Swift to Achaian Argos bent her flight;
Scarce even moons gone, lay Stheneleus's wife;
She pu'd her lingering infant into life;
Her Chornis Alcmena's coming labours stay,
And frop the babe, juft iffuing to the day.
Then bids Saturnius bear his oath in mind;
“A youth (laid be) of Jove's immortal kind 120

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"Is this day born; from Sthenelus he fprings,
"And claims thy promife to be king of kings."
Grief feiz'd the Thunderer, by his oath engag'd;
Stung to the foul, he forrow'd, and he rag'd.
From his ambrofial head, where perch'd the fate,
He fnatch'd the Fury-Goddess of debate,
The dread, th' irrevocable oath he swore,
Th' immortal feats fhould ne'er behold her more;
And whirl'd her headlong down, for ever driven
From bright Olympus and the starry heaven: 130
Thence on the nether world the Fury fell;
Ordain'd with man's contentious race to dwell,
Full oft the God his fon's hard toils bemoan'd,
Curs'd the dire Fury, and in fecret groan'd.
Ev'n thus, like Jove himfelf, was I mifled,
While raging Hector heap'd our camps with

dead.

What can the errors of my rage atone?
My martial troops, my treasures, are thy own:
This inftant from the navy fhall be fent
Whate'er Ulyffes promis'd at thy tent :-
But thou! appeas'd, propitious to our prayer,
Refume thy arms, and fhine again in war.

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O king of nations! whofe fuperior fway (Returns Achilles) all our hofts obey! To keep or fend the prefents, be thy care; To us, 'tis equal: all we ask is war. While yet we talk, or but an inftant fhun The fight, our glorious work remains undone. Let every Greek, who fees my spear cenfound The Trojan ranks, and deal deftruction round, 150 With emulation what I act furvey,

And learn from thence the bufinefs of the day.

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The fon of Peleus thus: and thus replies The great in councils, Ithacus the wife: Though, godlike, thou art by no toils opprest, 155 At least our armies claim repaft and reft : Long and laborious muft the combat be, When by the Gods infpir'd, and led by thee. Strength is deriv'd from spirits and from blood, And thofe augment by generous wine and food: What boastful fon of war, without that stay, Can last a hero through a single day? Courage may prompt; but, ebbing out his ftrength Mere unfupported man muft yield at length; 166 Shrunk with dry famine, and with toils declin'd, The drooping body will defert the mind: But built anew with ftrength-conferring fare, With limbs and foul untam'd, he tires a war. Difmifs the people then, and give command, With ftrong repaft to hearten every band; But let the prefents to Achilles made In full affembly of all Greece be laid. The king of men fhall rife in public fight, And folemn fwear (obfervant of the rite)

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