There, on the fpot which great Achilles fhow'd, | They eas'd their fhoulders, and difpos'd the load; Circling around the place, where times to come 156 Shall view Patroclus' and Achilles' tomb. The hero bids his martial troops appear High on their cars, in all the pomp of war; Each in refulgent arms his limbs attires, All mount their chariots, combatants and fquires. The chariots firft proceed, a fhining train; Then clouds of foot that fmoke along the plain; Next these a melancholy band appear, Amidft, lay dead Patroclus on the bier : O'er all the corpse their scatter'd locks they throw; Achilles next, oppreft with mighty woe, Supporting with his hands the hero's head, Bends o'er th' extended body of the dead, Patroclus decent on th' appointed ground They place, and heap the fylvan pile around, But great Achilles ftands apart in prayer, And from his head divides the yellow hair; Thofe curling locks which from his youth he vow'd,
All hail, Patroclus! let thy vengeful ghoft 220 Hear, and exult, on Pluto's dreary coaft. Behold, Achilles' promife fully paid, Twelve Trojan heroes offer'd to thy fhade; But heavier fates on Hector's corpfe attend, Sav'd from the flames for hungry dogs to rend. 225 So fpake he threatening: but the Gods made vain
His threat, and guard inviolate the flain; Celestial Venus hover'd o'er his head,
And rofeate unguents, heavenly fragrance'! shed : She watch'd him all the night, and all the day, 230 And drove the blood-hounds from their deftin'd prey.
Nor facred Phoebus lefs employ'd his care; He pour'd around a veil of gather'd air, And kept the nerves undry'd, the flesh entire, Against the folar beam and Sirian fire,
Nor yet the pile where dead Patroclus lies, Smokes, nor as yet the fullen flames arife; But faft befide, Achilles ftood in prayer, lavok'd the Gods, whofe fpirit moves the air, And victims promis'd, and libations caft, To gende Zephyr and the Boreal blast: He call'dth' aërial Powers, along the skies To breathe and whisper to the fires to rife. The winged Iris heard the hero's call, And inftant haften'd to their airy hall, Where, in old Zephyrs open courts on high, Sat all the bluftering brethren of the sky. She fhone amidst them, on her painted bow; The rocky pavement glitter'd with the show.
Thy altars ftand, perfum'd with native flowers! 185 All from the banquet rise, and each invites
So vow'd my father, but he vow'd in vain ; No more Achilles fees his native plain : In that vain hope these hairs no longer grow, Patroclus bears them to the fhades below.
The various Goddess to partake the rites: Not fo (the dame reply'd) I hafte to go To facred Ocean, and the,floods below: Ev'n now our folemn hecatombs attend, And Heaven is feafting on the world's green end,. With righteous Ethiops (uncorrupted train !) Far on th' extremeft limits of the main. But Peleus' fon intreats, with facrifice, The Western Spirit, and the North, to rife; Let on Patroclus' pile your blast be driven, And bear the blazing honours high to heaven.
Thus o'er Patroclus while the hero pray'd, On his cold hard the facred lock he laid, Once more afresh the Grecian forrows flow: And now the fun had fet upon their woe, But to the king of men thus fpoke the chief: Enough, Atrides! give the troops relief: Permit the mourning legions to retire, And let the chiefs alone attend the pyre; The pious care be ours, the dead to burnHe faid; the people to their fhips return; While thofe deputed to inter the flain Heap with a rifing pyramid the plain. A hundred foot in length, a hundred wide, The growing structure spreads on every fide; High on the top the manly corpfe they lay, And well-fed fheep and fable oxen flay; Achilles cover'd with their fat the dead, And the pil'd victims round the body spread; Then jars of honey, and of fragrant oil, Sufpends around, low-bending o'er the pile. Four fprightly courfers, with a deadly groan, 210 Pour forth their lives, and on the pyre are thrown. Of nine large dogs, domeftic at his board, Fall two, felected to attend their lord, Inen lait of all, and horrible to tell, Sad incrifice! twelve Trojan captives fell, Op chalk che rage of fire victorious preys, Involves and joins them in one common blaze. No car'd with the bloody sites, he stands on high, And calls the ipirit with a dreadful cry :
Swift as the word fhe vanish'd from their view: Swift as the word the winds tumultuous flew; Forth burst the flormay band with thundering roar, 200 And heaps on heaps the clouds are toft before. 265 To the wide main then ftooping from the fkies, The heaving deeps in watery mountains rife : Troy feels the blaft along her shaking walls, Till on the pile the gather'd tempeft falls. The ftructure crackles in the roaring fires, And all the night the plenteous flame afpires. All night Achilles hails Patroclus' foul, With large libations from the golden bowl, As a poor father, helplefs and undone, Mourns o'er the afhes of an only fon, Takes a fad pleasure the laft bones to burn, And pour in tears, ere yet they close the urn: So flay'd Achilles, circling round the shore, So watch'd the flames, till now they flame no (280 'Twas when, emerging through the fhades of night, The morning planet told th' approach of light; And faft behind, Aurora's warmer ray Oe'r the broad ocean pour'd the golden day:
Then funk the blaze, the pile no longer burn'd, And to their caves the whiftling winds return'd;285 Acrofs the Thracian feas their course they bore; The ruffled feas beneath their paffage roar.
Then parting from the pile he ceas'd to weep, And funk to quiet in th' embrace of fleep, Exhaufted with his grief: mean while the crowd Of thronging Grecians round Achilles ftood; 291 The tumult wak'd him: from his eyes he fhook Unwilling flumber, and the chiefs befpoke: Ye kings and princes of th' Achaian name! Firft let us quench the yet-remaining flame With fable wine; then (as the rites direct) The hero's bones with careful view felect: (Apart, and easy to be known, they lie Amidft the heap, and obvious to the eye: The reft around the margin will be feen Promifcuous, fteeds and immolated men). Thefe, wrapt in double cawls of fat, prepare; And in the golden vafe difpofe with care; There let them reft, with decent honour laid, Till I fhall follow to th' infernal fhade. Mean time ered the tomb with pious hands, A common ftructure on the humble fands; Hereafter Greece fome nobler work may raise, And late pofterity record our praise.
The Grecks obey; where yet the embers glow, Wide o'er the pile the fable wine they throw, And deep fubfides the afhy heap below. Next, the white bones his fad companions place, With tears collected in the golden vase. The facred relicks to the tent they bore; The urn a veil of linen cover'd o'er. That done, they bid the fepulchre afpire, And caft the deep foundations round the pyre, High in the midft they heap the fwelling bed Of rifing earth, memorial of the dead.
The fwarming populace the chief detains, And leads amidit a wide extent of plains; There plac'd them round: then from the fhips proceeds
A train of oxen, mules, and ftately steeds, Vafes and tripods (for the funeral games) Refplendent brafs, and more refplendent dames. First food the prizes to reward the force Of rapid racers in the dufty courfe: A woman for the firft, in beauty's bloom, Skill'd in the needle, and the labouring loom; 330 And a large vafe, where two bright handles.rife, Of twenty measures its capacious fize. The fecond victor claims à mare unbroke, Big with a mule, unknowing of the yoke: The third, a charger yet untouch'd by flame; 335 Four ample meafures held the fhining frame; Two golden talents for the fourth were plac'd; An ample double bowl contents the last. Thefe in fair order rang'd upon the plain, The hero, rifing, thus addreft the train : Behold the prizes, valiant Greeks! decreed To brave the rulers of the racing fteed; Prizes which none befide ourself could gain, Should our immortal courfers take the plain (A race unrivall'd, which from Ocean's God Peleus receiv'd, and on his fon bestow'd.) But this no time our vigour to display: Nor fuit with them the games of this fad day :
Fir'd at his werd, the rival racers rife; But far the frit Eumelus hopes the prize, Fam'd through Pieria for the fleetest breed, And skill'd to manage the high-bounding fteed, With equal ardour bold Tydides fwell'd, The feeds of Tros beneath his yoke compell'd 360 (Which late obey'd the Dardan chief's command, When fearce a God redeem'd him from his hand). Then Menelaus his Podargus brings,
And the fam'd courfer of the king of kings; Whom rich Echepolus (more rich than brave) 365 To 'fcape the wars, to Agamemnon gave, (the her name) at home to end his days, Base wealth preferring to eternal praise. Next him Antilochus demands the course, With beating heart, and cheers his Pylian horfe. Experienc'd Neftor gives his fon the reins, Directs his judgment, and his heat restrains; Nor idly warns the hoary fire, nor hears The prudent fon with unattending ears:
My fon! though youthful ardour fire thy breaft, [bleft. 375 The Gods have lov'd thee, and with arts have Neptune and Jove on thee conferr'd the skill, Swift round the goal to turn the flying wheel. To guide thy conduct, little precept needs; But flow, and past their vigour, are my steeds. 380 Fear not thy rivals, though for fwiftness known; Compare thofe rivals' judgment, and thy own: It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be fwift is lefs than to be wife.. [385 'Tis more by art, than force of numerous ftrokes, The dextrous woodman fhapes the stubborn oaks; By art the pilot, through the boiling deep And howling tempeft, fteers the fearlefs fhip; And 'tis the artist wins the glorious course, Not those who truft in chariots and in horfe. 390 In vain; unfkilful, to the goal they strive, And thort or wide, th' ungovern'd courfer drive: While with fure fkill, though with inferior iteeds, The knowing racer to his end proceeds; Fix'd on the goal, his eye fore-runs the course, 395 And now contracts or now extends the rein, His hand unerring fteers the steady horse, Obferving ftill the foremost on the plain. Mark then the goal, 'tis eafy to be found; Yon aged trunk, a cubit from the ground; Or hardy fir, unperifh'd with the rains: Of fome once-ftately oak the laft remains, Inclos'd with ftones, confpicuous from afar; And round, a circle for the wheeling car (Some tomb, perhaps, of old, the dead to grace; Or then, as now, the limit of a race); Bear clofe to this, and warily proceed, A little bending to the left-hand fteed:
But urge the right, and give him all the reins:[41 While thy ftrict hand his fellow's head reftrains, The wheel's round naves appear to brush the goal. And turns him fhort; till, doubling as they roll, Yet (not to break the car, or lame the horfe) Clear of the ftony heap direct the course:
The next, though diftant, Menelaus fucceeds; While thus young Neftor animates his freeds: Now, now, my generous pair, exert your force; Not that we hope to match Tydides' horse, Since great Minerva wings their rapid way, 485 And gives their lord the honours of the day. But reach Atrides! fhall his mare out-go Your fwiftnefs, vanquifh'd by a female foe? Through your neglect, if lagging on the plain The laft ignoble gift be all we gain; No more fhall Neftor's hand your food fupply, The old man's fury rifes, and ye die. Hafte then; yon narrow road before our fight Prefents th' occafion, could we use it right. (495 Thus he. The courfers at their masters threat With quicker fteps the founding champain beat. And now Antilochus with nice furvey Obferves the compafs of the hollow way.
'Twas where, by force of wintery torrents torn, Faft by the road a precipice was worn:
500 435 Here, where but one could país to fhun the throng, The Spartan hero's chariot fmok'd along. Close up the venturous youth refolves to keep, Still edging near, and bears him tow'rd the steep. Atrides trembling, cafts his eyes below, 505 And wonders at the rashness of his foe. Hold, flay your feeds-What madness thus to ride This narrow way! Take larger field (he cry'd) Or both must fall-Atrides cry'd in vain; He flies more faft, and throws up all the rein. 510 Far as an able arm the difk can fend, When youthful rivals their full force extend, So far, Antilochus! thy chariot flew Before the king: he, cautious, backward drew His horfe compell'd; foreboding in his fears 515 The rattling ruin of the clafhing cars, The floundering courfers rolling on the plain, And conqueft loft through frantic haste to gain : But thus upbraids his rival, as he flies; Go, furious youth! ungenerous and unwife! 520 Go, but expect not I'll the prize refign;- Add perjury to fraud, and make it thine. Then to his steeds with all his force he cries, Be fwift, be vigorous, and regain the prize! Your rivals, deftitute of youthful force, With fainting knces fhall labour in the course, And yield the glory yours-The steeds obey; Already at their heels they wing their way, And feem already to retrieve the day.
Thus (nought unfaid) the much-advising fage Concludes; then fate, ftiff with unwieldy age. Next bold Meriones was feen to rife, The laft, but not least ardent for the prize. They mount their feats; the lots their place difpofe (Roll'd in his helmet, thefe Achilles throws). Young Neftor leads the race: Eumelus then; And next, the brother of the king of men: Thy lot, Meriones, the fourth was caft; And far the braveft, Diomed, was laft. They ftand in order, an impatient train; Polides points the barrier on the plain, And fends before old Phoenix to the place, To mark the racers, and to judge the race. At once the courfers from the barrier bound; The lifted fcourges all at once refound; [fore; Their hearts, their eyes, their voice, they fend be- And up the champain thunder from the fhore: 440 Thick, where they drive, the dufty clouds arife, And the loft courfer, in the whirlwind flies; Loofe on their shoulders the long manes, reclin'd, Float in their speed, and dance upon the wind: The fmoking chariots, rapid as they bound, 445 Now feem to touch the sky, and now the ground. While, hot for fame, and conqueft all their care, (Each o'er his flying courfer hung in air) Erect with ardour, pois'd upon the rein, [plain. They pant, they ftretch, they fhout along the Now (the laft compass fetch'd around the goal) 451 At the near prize each gathers all his foul, Each burns with double hope, with double pain, Tears up the shore, and thunders toward the main, First flew Eumelus on Pheretian steeds; With thofe of Tros bold Diomed fucceeds: Close on Eumelus' back they puff the wind, And feem just mounting on his car behind; Full on his neck he feels the fultry breeze, [460 And, hovering o'er, their stretching fhadow fees. Then had he loft, or left a doubtful prize : But angry Phoebus to Tydides flies, [vain Strikes from his hand the fcourge, and renders His matchlefs horfes' labour on the plain. Rage fills his eye, with anguish to furvey, Snatch'd from his hope, the glories of the day. The fraud celeftial Pallas fees with pain, Springs to her knight, and gives the fcourge again, And fills his fleeds with vigour. At a ftroke, She breaks his rival's chariot from the yoke; 470 Nor more their way the startled horfes held; The car revers'd came rattling on the field; Shot headlong from his feat, befide the wheel, Prone on the duft th' unhappy master fell; [475 His batter'd face and elbows ftrike the ground; Nose, mouth, and front, one undistinguish'd wound:
Grief flops his voice, a torrent drowns his eyes; Before him far the glad Tydides flies; Minerva's spirit drives his matchlefs pace, And crowns him victor of the labour'd race.
Mean time the Grecians in a ring beheld The courfers bounding o'er the dusty field. The first who mark'd them was the Cretan king; High on a rifing ground, above the ring, The monarch fate: from whence with fure furvey He well obferv'd the chief who led the way, 535 And heard from far his animating cries, And faw the foremost steed with fharpen'd eyes; On whofe broad front, a blaze of fhining white, Like the full moon, ftood obvious to the fight. He faw; and, rifing, to the Greeks begun: 540 Are yonder horfe difcern'd by me alone? Or can ye, all, another chief survey, And other steeds, than lately led the way? Thole, though the swifteft, by fome God withheld, Lie fure difabled in the middle field:
For, fince the goal they doubled, round the plaia 4801 fearch to find them, but I fearch in vain.
Perchance the reins forfook the driver's hand, And, turn'd too fhort, he tumbled on the ftrand, Shot from the chariot; while his courfers itray 550 With frantic fury from the deftin'd way. Rife then fome other, and inform my fight (For thefe dim eyes, perhaps, difcern not right) Yet fure he feems (to judge by shape and air) The great Ætolian chief, renown'd in war. Old man! (Oileus rafhly thus replies) Thy tongue too haftily confers the prize; Of thofe who view the courfe, not sharpest ey'd, Nor youngeft, yet the readieft to decide. Eumelus' fteeds high-bounding in the chace, 560 Still, as at first, unrivall'd lead the race; I well difcern him as he shakes the rein, And hear his fhouts victorious o'er the plain. Thus he. Idomeneus, incens'd, rejoin'd: Barbarous of words! and arrogant of mind! 565 Contentious prince, of all the Greeks befide The laft in merit, as the first in pride: To vile reproach what answer can we make? A goblet or a tripod let us ftake,
And be the king the judge. The most unwife 570 Will learn their rafhnefs, when they pay the prize. He faid: and Ajax, by mad patlion borne, Stern had reply'd; fierce fcorn enhancing scorn To fell extremes: but Thetis' godlike fon Awful amidst them rofe, and thus begun : Forbear, ye chiefs! reproachful to contend Much would you blame, fhould others thus of- fend :
The Greeks confent with loud applauding cries; And then Eumelus had received the prize, But youthful Neftor, jealous of his fame, Th' award oppofes, and afferts his claim. Think not (he cries) I tamely will refign, O Peleus' fon! the mare fo juftly mine. What if the Gods, the fkilful to confound, Have thrown the horfe and horfeman to the ground?
And lo! th'approaching steeds your contest end. No fooner had he spoke, but, thundering near, Drives through a fiream of duft the charioteer. 580 High o'er his head the circling lafh he wields; His bounding horfes fcarcely touch the fields: His car amidst the duky whirlwind roll'd, Bright with the mingled blaze of tin and gold,[585 Refulgent through the cloud; no eye could find The track his flying wheels had left behind : And the fierce courfers urg'd their rapid pace So fwift, it feem'd a flight, and not a race. Now victor at the goal Tydides stands, Quits his bright car, and springs upon the fands; From the hot steeds the fweaty torrents stream; The well-ply'd whip is hung athwart the beam: With joy brave Sthenelus receives the prize, The tripod-vafe, and dame with radiant eyes; Thefe to the fhips his train triumphant leads, 595 The chief himself unyokes the panting steeds. Young Neftor follows (who by art, not force, O'er-paft Atrides) fecond in the course, Behind, Atrides urg'd the race, more near Than to the courfer in his swift career The following car, juft touching with his heel And brushing with his tail the whirling wheel; Such and fo narrow now the space between The rivals, late fo diftant on the green; So foon fwift the her loft ground regain'd, 605 One length, one moment had the race obtain'd. Merion pursued, at greater diftance still, With tardier courfers, and inferior skill. Laft came Admetus! thy unhappy fon: Slow dragg'd the fteeds his batter'd chariot on : Achilles faw, and pitying thus begun :
Behold! the man whofe matchlefs art furpast The fons of Greece the ableft, yet the last !
Perhaps he fought not Heaven by facrifice, 625 And vows omitted forfeited the prize. If yet diftinction to thy friend to show, And please a foul defirous to bestow) Sonie gift muft grace Eumelus; view thy ftore [63 Of beauteous handmaids, steeds, and shining ore; An ample prefent let him thence receive, And Greece fhall praife thy generous thirst to give. But this my prize I never fhall forego; This, who but touches, warriors! is my foe. [635
Thus fpake the youth; nor did his words offend; Pleas'd with the well-turn'd flattery of a friend, Achilles fmil'd: the gift propos'd (he cry'd) Antilochus! we fhall ourfelf provide. With plates of brafs the corfelet cover'd o'er (The fame renown'd Afteropæus wore) 640 Whofe glittering margins rais'd with filver fhine, (No vulgar gift) Eumelus, fhall be thine.
He faid: Automedon at his command The corfelet brought, and gave it to his hand. Diftinguifh'd by his friend, his bofom glows 645 With generous joy: then Menelaüs rofe; The herald plac'd the fceptre in his hands, And ftill'd the clamour of the shouting bands, Not without caufe incens'd at Neftor's fon, And inly grieving, thus the king begun : The praife of wifdom, in thy youth obtain'd An act fo rash, Antilochus, has ftain'd. Robb'd of my glory and my just reward, To you, O Grecians! be my wrong declar'd: So not a leader fhall our conduct blame, Or judge me envious of a rival's fame. But fhall not we ourselves the truth maintain?¡ What needs appealing in a fact fo plain? What Greek fhall blame me, if I bid thee rise, And vindicate by oath th' ill-gotten prize,? 66 Rife if thou dar'ft, before thy chariot itand, The driving fcourge high-lifted in thy hand; And touch thy fteeds, and fwear, thy whole inWas but to conquer, not to circumvent. [tent Swear by that God whofe liquid arms furround The globe, and whofe dread earthquakes heave the ground. 666 The prudent chief with calm attention heard; Then mildly thus: Excufe, if youth have err'd; Superior as thou art, forgive th' offence, Nor I thy equal, or in years, or fenfe. Thou know'it the errors of unripen'd age, Weak are its counfels, headlong is its rage. The prize I quit, if thou thy wrath refign; The mare, or aught thou afk'ft, be freely thine: Ere I become (from thy dear friendship torn) 675 Hateful to thee, and to the Gods forfworn.
So fpoke Antilochus: and at the word The mare contefted to the king restor’d.
Joy fwells his foul: as when the vernal grain Lifts the green ear above the springing plain, 680 The fields their vegetable life renew,
And laugh and glitter with the morning dew; Such joy the Spartan's fhining face o'erspread, And lifted his gay heart, while thus he said: Still may our fouls, O generous youth! agree, 685 'Tis now Atrides' turn to yield to thee. Rash heat perhaps a moment might control, Not break, the fettled temper of thy foul. Not but (my friend) 'tis ftill the wiser way To wave contention with fuperior fway; For ah! how few, who fhould like thee offend, Like thee have talents to regain the friend! To plead indulgence, and thy fault atone, Suffice thy father's merit and thy own: Generous, alike, for me, the fire and fon Have greatly fuffer'd, and have greatly done. I yield that all may know, my foul can bend, Nor is my pride preferr'd before my friend.. He faid; and, pleas'd his paffion to command, Refign'd the courfer to Noëman's hand, 700 Friend of the youthful chief: himself content, The fhining charger to his veffel fent. The golden talents Merion next obtain'd; The fifth reward, the double bowl, remain'd. Achilles this to reverend Neftor bears, And thus the purpose of his gift declares: Accept thou this, O facred fire! (he faid) In dear memorial of Patroclus dead; Dead, and for ever loft, Patroclus lies, For ever fnatch'd from our defiring eyes! Take thou this token of a grateful heart, Though 'tis not thine to hurl the diftant dart, The quoit to tofs, the ponderous mace to wield, Or urge the race, or wrestle on the field. Thy pristine vigour age has overthrown, But left the glory of the past thy own.
While pleas'd I take the gifts thy hands prefent 745 (Pledge of benevolence, and kind intent); Rejoic'd, of all the numerous Greeks, to fee Not one but honours facred age and me: Those due diftinctions thou fo well canft pay, May the juft Gods return another day! Proud of the gift, thus fpake the full of days. Achilles heard him, prouder of the praise.
The prizes next are order'd to the field, For the bold champions who the cæftus wield. A ftately mule, as yet by toils unbroke, Of fix years age, unconscious of the yoke, Is to the Circus led, and firmly bound;
Next ftands a goblet, maffy, large, and round. Achilles, rifing, thus: Let Greece excite Two heroes equal to this hardy fight: Who dare the foe with lifted arms provoke, And rufh beneath the long-defcending stroke, On whom Apollo fhall the palm bestow, And whom the Greeks fupreme by conqueft know. This mule his dauntless fabours fhall repay; 765 The vanquish'd hear the massy bowl away.
This dreadful combat great Epëus chofe; High o'er the crowd, enormous bulk! he rose, And feiz'd the beast, and thus began to fay : Stand forth fome man, to bear the bowl away! 770 705! (Prize of his ruin ;) for who dares deny
This mule my right; th' undoubted victor I? Others, 'tis own'd, in fields of battle shine, But the first honours of this fight are mine; For who excels in all? Then let my foe
710 Draw near, but first his certain fortune know; Secure, this hand fhall his whole frame confound, Mafh all his bones, and all his body pound: So let his friends be nigh, a needful train, To heave the batter'd carcafe off the plain. 780 The giant fpoke; and in a stupid gaze The hoft beheld him, filent with amaze! 'Twas thou, Euryalus! who durft aspire To meet his might, and emulate thy fire, The great Meciftheus, who in days of yore 785 In Theban games the nobleft trophy bore, (The games ordain'd dead Oedipus to grace)
He faid, and plac'd the goblet at his fide; With joy the venerable king reply'd: Wifely and well, my fon, thy words have prov'd A fenior honour'd, and a friend belov'd! Too true it is, deferted of my strength,
Thefe wither'd arms and limbs have fail'd at And fingly vanquish'd the Cadman race.
Warm'd with the hopes of conqueft for his friend; Officious with the cincture girds him round; And to his wrift the gloves of death are bound. Amid the circle now each champion stands, And poifes high in air his iron hands; With clathing gauntlets now they fiercely clofe, Their crackling jaws re-echo to the blows,
Oh had I now that force I felt of yore, Known through Buprafium and the Pylian fhore! Victorious then in every folemn game, Ordain'd to Amarynces' mighty name; The brave Epeians gave my glory way, Atolians, Pylians, all refign the day. I quell'd Clytomedes in fights of hand, And backward hurl'd Ancæus on, the fand, Surpaft Iphyclus in the fwift career, Phyleus and Polydorus with the fpear. The fons of Actor won the prize of horse, But won by numbers, not by art or force : For the fam'd twins, impatient to survey Prize after prize by Neftor borne away, Sprung to their car; and with united pains One lafh'd the courfers, while one rul'd the reins. Such once I was! Now to thefe tafks fucceeds A younger race, that emulate our deeds: 1 yield, alas! (to age who must not yield?) Though once the foremost hero of the field. Go thou, my fon! by generous friendship led, With martial honours decorate the dead;
730 And painful fweat from all their members flows.. At length Epëus dealt a weighty blow, Full on the cheek of his unwary foe; Beneath that ponderous arm's refiftlefs fway 8co Down dropt he, nerveless, and extended lay. As a large fish, when winds and waters roar, By fome huge billow dash'd against the shore, Lies panting: not lefs batter'd with his wound, The bleeding hero pants upon the ground. To rear his fallen foe, the victor lends, Scornful, his hand; and gives him to his friends; Whofe arms fupport him reeling through the And dragging his difabled legs along : [chrong, Nodding, his head hangs down his shoulder o'er; His mouth and noftrils pour the clotted gore; 811
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