All heaven beside reveres thy fovereign fway,
Thy voice we hear, and thy behests obey :
'Tis hers t' offend, and ev❜n offending share
Thy breaft, thy counfels, thy distinguish'd care:
So boundless fhe, and thou so partial grown,
Well may we deem the wondrous birth thy own.
Now frantic Diomed, at her command,
Against th' Immortals lifts his raging hand:
The heavenly Venus first his fury found,
Me next encountering, me he dar'd to wound; 1085.
Vanquish'd I fled: ev'n I the God of fight,
From mortal madness scarce was fav'd by flight.
Elfe hadft thou seen me fink on yonder plain,
Heap'd round, and heaving under loads of slain!
Or, pierc'd with Grecian darts, for ages lie,
Condemn'd to pain, though fated not to die.
Him thus upbraiding, with a wrathful look
The Lord of thunders view'd, and stern bespoke :
To me, perfidious! this lamenting strain ?
Of lawless force fhall lawless Mars complain?
Of all the Gods who tread the spangled skies,
Thou most unjust, most odious in our eyes!
Inhuman difcord is thy dire delight,
The waste of flaughter, and the rage of fight.
No bound, no law, thy fiery temper quells,
And all thy mother in thy foul rebels.
In vain our threats, in vain our power we use;
She gives th' example, and her son pursues.
Yet long th' inflicted pangs thou shalt not mourn,
Sprung fince thou art from Jove, and heavenly born.
Elfe, fing'd with lightning hadft thou hence been›
Where chain'd on burning rocks the Titans groan.
Thus he who shakes Olympus with his nod'; Then gave to Pæon's care the bleeding God. With gentle hand the balm he pour'd around,
And heal'd th' immortal flesh, and clos'd the wound..
As when the fig's preft juice, infus'd in cream,
To curds coagulates the liquid stream,
Sudden the fluids fix, the parts combin'd;
Such, and fo foon, th' ætherial texture join'd.
'Cleans'd from the dust and gore, fair Hebè dreft,
His mighty limbs in an immortal vest,
Glorious he fate, in majesty restor'd,
Fast by the throne of heaven's fuperior Lord,
Juno and Pallas mount the blest abodes,
Their task perform'd, and mix among the Gods.
The Episodes of Glaucus and Diomed, and of Hector and Andromache.
THE Gods having left the field, the Grecians prevail. Helenus, the chief augur of Troy, commands Hector to return to the city, in order to appoint a folemn proceffion of the queen and the Trojan matrons to the temple of Minerva, to entreat her to remove Diomed from the fight. The battle relaxing during the abfence of Hector, Glaucus and Diomed have an interview between the two armies; where coming to the knowledge of the friendship and hofpitality paft between their ancestors, they make exchange of their arms. Hector, having performed the the orders of Helenus, prevails upon Paris to return to the battle; and taking a tender leave of his wife Andromache, haftens again to the field.
The fcene is first in the field of battle, between the river Simoïs and Scamander, and then changes to Troy.
To human force and human skill, the field:
Dark showers 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 death-
On either fide run purple to the main.
Great Ajax first to conquest led the way,
Broke the thick ranks, and turn'd the doubtful day. The Thracian Acamas his falchion found,
And hew'd th' enormous giant to the ground;
His thundering arm a deadly stroke imprest
Where the black horfe-hair nodde! o'er his creft:
Fix'd in his front the brazen weapon lies,
And feals in endless fhades his fwimming eyes.
Next Teuthras' fon diftain'd the fands with blood, 15
Axylus, hofpitable, rich, and good:
In fair Arifbe's walls (his native place)
He held his feat; a friend to human race.
Fast by the road, his-ever open door
Oblig'd the wealthy, and reliev'd the poor.
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