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Then softly sighing, he the fair address'd, Won by prophetic knowledge, to fulfil
And as he spoke her tender hand he press'd : The stedfast purpose of th' almigbty will.
* Hail, happy nymph! no vulgar births are ow'd “ With grateful port advancing now I spy'd
To the prolific raptures of a god ;

Leda the fair, the godlike Tyndar's bride :
Lo! when nine times the Moon renews her horn, Hence Pollux sprung, who wielus with furious sway
Two brother heroes shall from thee be born; The deathful gauntlet matchless in the fray;
Thy early care the future worthies claim,

And Castor glorions on th' embattled plain To point them to the arduous paths of fame; Curbs the proud steed, reluctant to the rein: But in thy breast th' important truth conceal, By turns they visit this ethereal sky, Nor dare the secret of a god reveal :

And live alternate, and alternate die : For know, thou Neptune view'st! and at my nod In Hell beneath, on Earth, in Heaven above, Earth trembles, and the waves confess their god.' Reign the twin-gods, the favourite sons of Jovc.

" He added not, but mounting spurn'd the plain, “ There Ephimedia trod the gloomy plain, Then plung'd into the chambers of the main. Who charm'd the monarch of the boundless main;

“ Now in the time's full process forth she brings Hence Ephialtes, hence stern Otus sprung, Jove's dread vicegerents, in two future kings : More fierce than giants, more than giants strong ; O'er prond Jcolos Pelias stretch'd his reign, The Earth o'erburthen'd groan'd beneath their And godlike Neleus rul’d the Pylian plain :

weight, Then, fruitful, to her Cretheus' royal bed

None but Orion e'er surpass'd their height: She gallant Pheres and fam'd Æson bred :

The wonderous youths had scarce nine winters told, From the same fountain Amythaon rose,

When high in air, tremendous to behold, Pleas'd with the din of war, and noble shout of foes. Nine ells aloft they reard their towering head,

“ There mov'd Antiope with haughty charms, And full nine cubits broad their shoulders spread. Who blest th' almighty thunderer in her arms : Proud of their strength and more than mortal size, Hence sprung Amphion, hence brave Zethus came, The gods they challenge, and attect the skies; Founders of Thebes, and men of mighty name ; Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood ; Though bold in open field, they yet surround On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood: [grown, The own with walls, and mound inject on mound; Such were they youths! had they to manhood Here ramparts stood, there towers rose high in air, Almighty Jove had trembled on his throne. And here, through seven wide portals rush'd the But e'er the harvest of the beard began

To bristle on the chin, and promise man, "There with soft step the fair Alcmena trod, His shafts Apollo aim'd; at once they found, Who bore Alcides to the thundering god :

And stretch the giant-monsters o'er the ground. And Megara, who charm'd the son of Jove,

“ There mournful Phedra with sad Procris And soften'd his stern soul to tender love.

moves, “Sullen and sour with discontented mien Both beauteous shades, both hapless in their loves; Jocasta frown'd, th' incestuous Theban qneen ; And near them walk'd, with solemn pace and slow, With her own son she join'd in nuptial bands, Sad Ariadne, partner of their woe ; Though father's blood imbrued his murderous The royal Minos Ariadne bred, hands :

She Thesens lov'd; from Crete with Theseus filed;
The gods and men the dire offence detest, Swift to the Dian isle the hero flies,
The gods with all their furies rend his breast : And tow'rds his Athens bears the lovely prize ;
In lofty Thebes he wore th' imperial crown, There Bacchus with fierce rage Diana fires,

pompous wretch ! accurs'd upon a throne. The goddess aiins her shaft, the nymph expires.
The wife self-murder'd from a beam depends ; “ There Clymené and Mera I behold;
And her foul soul to blackest Hell descends ; There Eriphylè weeps, who loosely sold
Thence to her son the choicest plagues she brings, Her lord, her honour, for the lust of gold.
And his fiends haunt him with a thousand stings. But should I all recount, the night would fail,

" And now the beauteous Chloris I descry, Unequal to the melancholy tale : A lovely shade, Amphion's youngest joy !

And all-composing rest my nature craves, With gifts unnumber'd Neleus sought her arms, Here in the court, or yonder on the waves; Nor paid too dearly for unequall'd charms; In you I trust, and in the heavenly powers, Great in Orchomenos, in Pylos great,

To land Ulysses on his native shores." He sway'd the sceptre with imperial state.

He ceas'd : but left so charming on their ear Three gallant sons the joyful monarch told, His voice, that listening still they seein'd to hear. Sage Nestor, Periclimenus the bold,

Till, rising up, Arete silence broke, And Chromjus last; but of the softer race, Stretch'd out her snowy hand, and thus she spoke: One nymph alone, a miracle of grace.

“What wonderous man Heaven sends us in our kings on their thrones for lovely Pero burn ;

guest ! The sire denjes, and kings rejected mourn. Through all bis woes the hero shines confest ; To him alone the beauteous prize he yields His comely port, his ample frame, express Whose arm should ravish from Phylacian fields A manly air, majestic in distress. The herds of Iphyclus, detain'd in wrong ;

He, as my guest, is my peculiar care, Wild, furious herds, unconquerably strong! You share the pleasure, then in bounty share; This dares a seer, but nought the seer prevails, To worth in misery a reverence pay, la beanty's cause illustriously he fails;

And with a generous hand reward his stay; (blest, Twelve moons the fue the captive youth detains For since kind Heaven with wealth our realm has le painful dungeons, and coercive chains ; Give it to Heaven, by aiding the distrest.” The foe at last, from durance where he lay, Then sage Echeneus, whose grave reverend bror His art revering, gave him back to day;

The hand of time had silver'd o'er with snow,

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A three-fold offering to his altar bring,

No costly carpets raise his hoary head,
A bull, a ram, a boar; and hail the ocean-king. No rich embroidery shines to grace his bed :
But, home return'd, to each ethereal power

Ev'n when keen winter freezes in the skies,
Slay the due victim in the genial hour:

Rank'd with his slaves, on earth the monarch lies :
So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days, Deep are his sigbs, bis visage pale, his dress
And steal thyself from life by slow decays: The garb of woe and habit of distress.
Unknown to pain, in age resign thy breath, And when the autumn takes his annual round,
When late stern Neptune points the shaft with The leafy honours scattering on the ground;
To the dark grave retiring as to rest, [death : Regardless of his years, abroad he lies,
Thy people blessing, by thy people blest ! His bed the leaves, his canopy the skies.

• Unerring truths, O man! my lips relate; Thus cares on cares his painful days consume, This is thy life to come, and this is fate.'

And bow his age with sorrow to the tomb ! “ To whom unmov'd : If this the gods prepare;

“« « For thee, my son, I wept my life away; What Heaven ordains, the wise with courage bear. For thee through Hell's eternal dungeons stray: But say, why yonder on the lonely strands, Nor came my fate by lingering pains and slow, Unmindful of her son, Anticlea stands?

Nor bent the silver-shafted queen her bow; Why to the ground she bends her downcast eye? No dire disease bereav'd one of my breath : Why is she silent, while her son is nigh?

Thon, thou, my son, wert my disease and death;
The latent cause, O sacred seer, reveal !!

Unkindly with my love my son conspir'd,
"Nor this,' replies the seer, will I conceal. For thee I liv'd, for absent thee expir’d.'
Know, to the spectres, that thy beverage taste, “ Thrict in my arms I strove her shade to bind,
The scenes of life recnr, and actions past : Thrice through my arms she slipp'd like empty
They, seal'd with truth, return the sure reply ;

wind, The rest, repellid, a train oblivious fly.'

Or dreams, the vain illusions of the mind. The phantom-prophet ceas'd, and sunk from Wild with despair, I shed a copious tide sight,

Of fowing tears, and thus with sighs reply'd : To the black palace of eternal Night.

“Fly'st thou, lov'd shade, while I thus fondly “ Still in the dark abodes of Death I stood,

mourn ? While near Anticlea mov'd, and drank the blood. Turn to my arms, to my embraces turn! Straight all the mother in her soul awakes, Is it, ye powers, that smile at human barms ! And, owning her Ulysses, thus she speaks: Too great a bliss to weep within her arms? : Com'st thou, my son, alive, to realms beneath, Or has Hell's queen an empty image sent, The dolesome realms of Darkness and of Death? That wretched I might ev'n my joys lament?' Com'st thou alive from pure, ethereal day?

"6"O son of woe!' the pensive shade rejoin'd, Dire is the region, dismal is the way!

* Oh most inur'd to grief of all mankind ! Here lakes profound, there floods oppose their 'Tis not the queen of Hell who thee deceives: waves,

All, all are such, when life the body leaves;
There the wide sea with all his billows raves! No more the substance of the man remains,
Or (since to dust proud Troy submits her towers) Nor bounds the blood along the purple veins :
Com'st thou a wanderer from the Phrygian shores? These the funereal flames in atoms bear,
Or say, since honour callid thee to the field, To wander with the wind in empty air ;
Hast thou thy Ithaca, thy bride, beheld ?"

While the impassive soul reluctant flies,
«• Source of my life,' I cry'd,' from Earth I Ry, Like a vain dream, to these infernal skies.
To seek Tiresias in the nether sky,

But from the dark dominions speed thy way,
To learn my doom ; for, tost from woe to woe, And climb the steep ascent to upper day;
In every land Ulysses finds a foe :

To thy chaste bride the wondrous story tell,
Nor have these eyes beheld my native shores, The woes, the horrours, and the laws of Hell.'
Since in the dust proud Troy submits her towers. Thus, while she spoke, in swarms Hell's em-
'But, when thy soul from her sweet mansion fed,

press brings
Say, what disternper gave thee to the dead ? Daughters and wires of heroes and of kings;
Has life's fair lamp declin'd by slow decays, Thick and more thick they gather round the blood,
Or swift expir'd it in a sudden blaze?

Ghost throng'd on ghost (a dire assembly) stood!
Say if my sire, good old Laertes, lives?

Dauntless my sword 1 seize : the airy crew, If yét Telemachus, my son, survives?

Swift as it flash'd along the gloom, withdrew : Say, i by his rule is my dominion aw'd,

Then shade to shade in mutual forms succeeds,
Or crush'd by traitors with an iron rod ?

Her race recounts, and their illustrious deeds.
Say; if 'my spouse maintains her royal trust; “ Tyro began, whom great Salmoneus bred;
Though tempted, chaste, and obstinately just ! The royal partner of fam'd Cretheus' bed.
Or if no more her absent lord she wails,

For fair Enipeus, as from fruitful urns But the false woman o'er the wife prevails?! He pours his watery store, the virgin burns ; "...". Thus I, and thus the parent-shade returns: Smooth Rows the gentle stream with wanton pride, • Thee, ever thee, thy faithful consort mourns: And in soft mazes rolls a silver tide. Whether the night descends, or day prevails,

As on his hanks the maid enamour'd roves, Thee she by night, and thee by day, hewails, The monarch of the deep beholds and loves! Thee in Telemach's thy realm obeys ;

In her Enipeus' form and borrow'd charins,' In sacred groves celestial rites he pays,

The amorous god descends into her arms: Aud shares the banquet in superior state,

Around a spacious arch of waves he throws,
Grac'd with such hononrs as become the great. And high in air the liquid mountain ruse;
Thy sire in solitude foments his care :

Thus in surrounding foods conceal'd be proves
I be court is joyless, for thou art not there ! The pleasing transport, and completes his loves

war.

Then softly sighing, he the fair address'd, Won by prophetic knowledge, to fulhi
And as he spoke her tender hand he press'd : The stedfast purpose of th' almighty will.
Hail, happy nymph! no vulgar births are ow'd “ With grateful port advancing now I spy'd
To the prolific raptures of a god ;

Leda the fair, the godlike Tyndar's bride :
Lo! when nine times the Moon renews her horn, Hence Pollux sprung, who wields with furious sway
Two brother heroes shall from thee be born; The deathful gauntlet matehless in the fray;
Thy early care the future worthies claim,

And Castor glorions on th' embattled plain To point them to the arduous paths of fame; Curbs the proud steed, reluctant to the rein: But in thy breast th' important truth conceal, By turns they visit this ethereal sky, Nor dare the secret of a god reveal :

And live alternate, and alternate die : For know, thou Neptune view'st! and at my nod In Hell beneath, on Earth, in Heaven above, Earth trembles, and the waves confess their god.' Reign the twin-gods, the favourite sons of Jove.

" He added not, but mounting spurn'd the plain, “ There Ephimedia trod the gloomy plain, Then plung'd into the chambers of the main. Who charm'd the monarch of the boundless main;

"Now in the time's full process forth she brings Hence Ephialtes, hence stern Otus sprung, Jove's dread vicegerents, in two future kings : More fierce than giants, more than giants strong; O'er prond Jcolos Pelias stretch'd his reign, The Earth o'erburthen'd groan'd beneath their And godlike Neleus rul'd the Pylian plain :

weight, Then, fruitful, to her Cretheus' royal bed None but Orion e'er surpass'd their height: She gallant Pheres and fam'd Æson bred :

The wonderous youths had scarce nine winters told, From the same fountain Amythaon rose,

When high in air, tremendous to behold, Pleas'd with the din of war, and noble shout of foes. Nine ells aloft they rear'd their towering head,

“ There mov'd Antiope with haughty charms, And full nine cubits broad their shoulders spread. Who blest th' almighty thunderer in her arms : Proud of their strength and more than mortal size, Hence sprung Amphion, hence brave Zethus came, The gods they challenge, and affect the skies; Founders of Thebes, and men of mighty name ; Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood; Though old in open field, they yet surround On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood : [grown, The own with walls, and mound inject on mound; Such were they youths! had they to manhood Here ramparts stood, there to wers rose high in air, Almighty Jove had trembled on his throne. And here, through seven wide portals rush'd the But e'er the harvest of the beard began

To bristle on the chin, and promise man, “There with soft step the fair Alcmena trod, His shafts Apollo aim'd; at once they found, Who bore Alcides to the thundering god :

And stretch the giant-monsters o'er the ground. And Megara, who charm'd the son of Jove,

There mournful Phedra with sad Procris And soften'd his stern soul to tender love.

moves, “Sullen and sour with discontented mien Both beauteous shades, both hapless in their loves; Jocasta frown'd, th' incestuous Theban qneen ; And near them walk'd, with solemn pace and slow, With her own son she join'd in nuptial bands, Sad Ariadne, partner of their woe ; Though father's blood imbrued his murderous The royal Minos Ariadne bred, hands :

She Thesens lov'd; from Crete with Theseus Aled; The gods and men the dire offence detest,

Swift to the Dian isle the hero flies, The gods with all their furies rend his breast: And tow'rds his Athens bears the lovely prize; In lofty Thebes he wore th' imperial crown, There Bacchus with fierce rage Diana fires, A pompous wretch ! accurs'd upon a throne. The goddess aiins her shaft, the nymph expires. The wife self-murder'd from a beam depends;

There Clymene and Mera I behold; And her foul soul to blackest Hell descends ; These Eriphylè weeps, who loosely sold Thence to her son the choicest plagues she brings, Her lord, her honour, for the lust of gold. And his fiends haunt him with a thousand stings. But should I all recount, the night would fail,

“And now the beauteous Chloris I desery, L'nequal to the melancholy tale : A lovely shade, Amphion's youngest joy!

And all-coinposing rest iny nature craves, With gifts unnumber'd Neleus sought her arms, Here in the court, or yonder on the waves ; Nor paid too dearly for uneqnallid charms; In you I trust, and in the heavenly powers, Great in Orchomenos, in Pylos great,

To land Ulysses on his native shores." He sway'd the sceptre with imperial state.

He ceas'd: but left so charming on their ear Three gallant sons the joyful monarch told, His voice, that listening still they seem'd to hear. Sage Nestor, Periclimenus the bold,

Till, rising up, Arete silence broke, And Chromius last; but of the softer race, Stretch'd out her snowy hand, and thus she spoke: One nymph alone, a miracle of grace.

“What wonderous man Heaven sends us in our Kings on their thrones for lovely Pero burn;

guest ! The sire denjes, and kings rejected inourn. Through all his woes the hero shines confest; To him alone the beauteous prize he yields His comely port, his ample frame, express Whose arm should ravish from Phylacian fields A manly air, majestic in distress. The herds of Iphyclus, detain'd in wrong;

Hle, as my guest, is my peculiar care, Wild, furious herds, unconquerably strong! You share the pleasure, then in bounty share; This dares a seer, but nought the seer prevails, To worth in misery a reverence pay, In beauty's causé illustriously he fails;

And with a generous hand reward his stay; (blest, Twelve moons the foe the captive youth detains For since kind Heaven with wealth our realm has la painful dungeons, and coercive chains ;

Give it to Heaven, by aiding the distrest.” The foe at last, from durance where he lay,

Then sage Echeneus, whose grave reverend broy His art revering, gave him back to day;

The hand of time had silver'd o'er with snow,

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Mature in wisdom rose: “ Your words," he cries, “ The ghost returns: 'O chief of human kind “ Demand obedience, for your words are wise. For active courage and a patient mind; But let our king direct the glorious way

Nor while the sea, nor while the tempest raves, To generous act; our part is to obey." [ply'd) Has fate oppress'd me on the roaring waves!

• While life informs these limbs,” (the king re- Nor nobly seiz'd me in the dire alarms
“ Well to deserve, be all my cares employ'd: Of war and slaughter, and the clash of arms.
But here this night the royal guest detain,

Stabb’d by a murderous hand Atrides dy'd,
Till the Sun fames along th' ethereal plain: A foul adulterer, and a faithless bride;
Be it my task to send with ample stores

Er'n in my mirth and at the friendly feast,
The stranger from our hospitable shores :

O'er the full bowl, the traitor stabb'd bis guest ; Tread you my steps ! "Tis mine to lead the race, Thus by the gory arm of slaughter falls The first in glory as the first in place.”

The stately ox, and bleeds within the stalls. To whom the prince: “This night with joy I stay, But not with me the direful murther ends, 0, monarch great in virtue as in sway!

These, these expir'd! their crinie, they were my If thou the circling year my stay control,

friends! To raise a bounty noble as thy soul;

Thick as the boars, which some luxurious lord The circling year I wait, with ampler stores Kills for the feast, to crown the nuptial board. And fitter pomp to hail my native shores;

When war has thunder'd with its loudest storms, Then by my realms due homage would be paid ; Death thou hast seen in all her ghastly forms; For wealthy kings are loyally obey'd !

In duel met her, on the listed ground, “O king! for such thou art, and sure thy blood When hand to hand they wound return for wound; Through veins" (he cry'd) “ of royal fathers But never have thy eyes astonish'd view'd flow'd ;

So vile a deed, so dire a scene of blood. Unlike those vagrants who on falsehood live, Ev'n in the flow of joy, when now the bowl Skill'd in smooth tales, and artful to deceive;

Glows in our veins, and opens every soul, Thy better soul abhors the liar's part,

We groan, we faint; with blood the dome is Wise is thy voice, and noble is thy heart;

dy'd, Thy words like music every breast control, And o'er the pavement floats the dreadful tideSteal through the ear, and win upon the soul ; Her breast ali gore, with lamentable cries, Soft, as some song divine, thy story filows, The bleeding innocent Cassandra dies ! Nor better could the Muse record thy woes. Then though pale death froze cold in every vein,

“But say, upon the dark and dismal coast, My sword I strive to wield, but strive in vain ; Saw'st thou the worthies of the Grecian host ? Nor did my traitress wife these eye-lids close, The godlike leaders who, in battle slain,

Or decently in death my limbs compose. Fell before Troy, and nobly prest the plain ? O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind And, lo! a length of night behind remains, Is bent, all Hellcontains no fouler fiend : The evening stars still mount th' cthereal plains. And such was mine! who basely plung'd her sword Thy tale with raptures I could hear thee tell, Through the fond bosom where she reign'd ador'd ! Thy woes on Earth, the wondrous scenes in Hell, Alas! I hop'd, the toils of war o'ercome, Till in the vault of Heaven the stars decay,

To meet soft quiet and repose at home ; And the sky reddens with the rising day.”

Delusive hope ! O wife, thy deeds disgrace “O worthy of the power the gods assign’d," The perjur'd sex, and blacken all the race; (Ulysses thus replies) “ a king in mind i

And should posterity one virtuous find, Since yet the early hour of night allows

Name Clytemnestra, they will curse the kind.' Time for discourse, and time for soft repose, "O injur'd shade,' I cry'd, 'what mighty woes If scenes of misery can entertain,

To thy iniperial race from woman rose ! Woes I unfold, of woes a dismal train.

By woman here thou tread'st this mournful strand, Prepare to bear of murther and of blood :

And Greece by woman lies a desert land.' Of godlike heroes who uninjur'd stood

Warn’d by my ills beware,' the shade replies, Amidst a war of spears in foreign lands,

Nor trust the sex that is so rarely wise ; Yet bled at home, and bled by female hands. When earnest to explore thy secret breast,

Now summond Proserpine to Hell's black hall Unfold some trifle, but conceal the rest. The heroine shades; they vanish'd at her call. But in thy consort cease to fear a foe,

“When, lo! advanc'd the fornis of heroes slain For thce she feels sincerity of woe : By stern Ægysthus, a majestic train;

When Troy first hled bencath the Grecian arms, And high above the rest, Atrides prest the plain. She shone umrivall'd with a blaze of charms; He quati'd the gore : and straight his soldier knew, Thy infant son her fragrant bosom press'd, And from his eyes pour d down the tender dew; Hung at her knee, or wanton'd at her breast ; His arms he stretch'a ; his arms the touch deccive, But now i he years a numerous train have ran; Nor in the fond embrace, embraces give :

The blooning boy is ripen'd into man; His substance vanish'd, and his strength decay'd, Thy eves shall sce him burn with noble fire, Now all Atrides is an empty shade.

The sire shall bless his son, the son his sire : Mov'd at the sight, I for a space resign'd But my Orestes never met these eyes, To soit affliction all my manly mind;

Withorit one look the murther'd father dies; At last with tears--' O what relentless doom, Then from a wretched friend this wisdom learn, Imperial phantom, bow'd thee to the tomb? Ev'n to thy queen disguis’d, unknown, return; Say while the sea, and while the tempest raves, For since of woman kind so few are just, Has fate of press'u thee in the roaring waves, Think all are false, nor evin the faithful trust. Or nobly seiz'd thee in the dire alarms

But say, resides my son in royal port, Of war and slaughter, and the clash of arms ?' In rich Orchomenos, or Sparta's court?

Or say in Pyle ? for yet he views the light, The time would fail, should I in order tell
Nor glides a phantom through the realms of night.' What foes were vanquish'd, and what numbers fell :-

" Then I : • Thy suit is vain, nor can I say, How, lost through love, Eurypylus was slain,
If yet he breathes in realms of cheerful day? And round him bled his bold Cetæan train.
Or pale or wan beholds these nether skies : To Troy no hero came of nobler line ;
Truth I revere : for wisdom never lies.'

Or if of nobler, Memnon, it was thine. "Thus in a tide of tears our sorrows flow,

" When Ilion in the horse receiv'd her doom, And add new horrour to the realms of woe ; And unseen armies ambush'd in its womb; Till side by side along the dreary coast

Greece gave her latent warriors to my care, Advanc'd Achilles' and Patroclus' ghost,

'Twas mine on Troy to pour th' imprison'd war : A friendly pair! near these the Pyliano stray'd, Then when the boldest bosom beat with fear, And towering Ajax, an illustrious shade!

When the stern eyes of heroes dropp'd a tear ; War was his joy, and pleas'd with loud alarms, Fierce in his look his ardent valour glow'd, None but Pelides brighter shone in arms.

Flush'd in his cheek, or sallied in his blood; “Through the thick gloom his friend Achilles knew, Indignant in the dark recess he stands, And as he speaks the tears descend in dew.

Pants for the battle, and the war demands; **Com'st thou alive to view the Stygian bounds, His voice breath'd death, and with a martial air Where the wan spectres walk eternal rounds; He grasp'd his sword, and shook his glittering spear. Nor fear'st the dark and dismal waste to tread, And when the gods our arms with conquest crown'd, Throng’d with pale ghosts, familiar with the dead? When Troy's proud bulwarks smok'd upon the

“ To whom with sighs : ‘I pass these dreadful ground, To seek the Theban, and consult the Fates : (gates Greece to reward her soldier's gallant toils, For still, distrest, I rove from coast to coast, Heap'd high his navy with unnumber'd spoils. Lost to my friends, and to my country lost.

“* Thus great in glory from the din of war But sure the eye of time beholds no name Safe he return'd without one hostile scar; So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame;

Though spears in iron tempests rain'd around, Alive we hail'd thee with our guardian gods, Yet innocent they play'd, and guiltless of a And dead, thou rul'st a king in these abodes.'

wound.'

(glow'd, «Talk not of ruling in this dolorous gloom, “ While yet I spoke, the shade with transport Nor think rain words” (he cries) 'can ease my Rose in his majesty, and nobler trod; Rather I chuse laborionsly to bear [doom. With haughty stalk he sought the distant glades A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air,

Of warrior kings, and join th' illustrious shades. A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread; “ Now without number ghost by ghost arose, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead. All wailing with unutterable woes. But say, if in my steps my son proceeds,

Alone, apart, in discontented mood, And emulates his godlike father's deeds ?

A gloomy shade, the sullen Ajax stood ; If at the clash of arms, and shout of foes,

For ever sad with proud disdain he pin'd, Swells his bold heart, his bosom nobly glows? And the lost arms for ever stung his mind; Say, if my sire, the reverend Peleus, reigns, Though on the contest Thetis gave the laws, Great in his Phthia, and his throne maintains : And Pallas, by the Trojans, judg'd the cause. Or, weak and old, my youthful arm demands, why was I victorious in the strife; To fix the sceptre stedfast in his hau ls ?

dear-bought honour with so brave a life! Oh might the lamp of life rekindled burn,

With him the strength of war, the soldier's pride, And death release me from the silent urn !

Our second hope to great Achilles died ! This arm, that thunder'd o'er the Phrygian Touch'd at the sight, from tears I scarce refrain, plain,

And tender sorrow thrills in every vein; And swells the ground with mountains of the slain, Pensive and sad I stand, at length accost Should vindicate my injur'd father's fame, With accents mild th' inexorable ghost. Crush the proud rebel, and assert his claim.' “Still burns thy rage? and can brave souls resent

"* Illustrious shade, (I cried) 'of Peleus' fates Ev'n after death Relent, great shade, relent! No circumstance the voice of fame relates :

Perish those arms which by the gods' decree But hear with pleas'd attention the renown, Accurs’d our army with the loss of thee! The wars and wisdom of thy gallant son :

With thee we feil; Greece wept thy hapless fates; With me from Scyros to the field of fame

And shook astonish'd through her hundred states; Radiant in arms the blooming hero came.

Not more, when great Achilles press'd the ground, When Greece assembled all her hundred states, And breath'd his manly spirit through the wound. To ripen counsels, and decide debates ;

Oh, deem thy fall not ow'd to man's decree, Heavens ! how he charm'd us with a flow of sense, Jove hated Grecce, and punish'd Greece in thee! And won the heart with manly eloquence !

Tom then, oh! peaceful turn, thy wrath control, He first was seen of all the peers to rise,

And calın the raging tempest of thy soul.' The third in wisdom where they all were wise ;

While yet I speak, the sha-le disdains to stay, But when, to try the fortune of the day,

In silence turns, and sullen stalks away. (night, Host mov'd tow'rd host in terrible array,

" Touch'd at his sour retreat, through deepest B: fore the van, impatient for the fight,

Through Hell's black bounds I had pursued his With martial port he strode, and stern delight; And forc'd ibe stubborn spectre to reply; [flight, Heaps strew'd on heaps, beneath his falchion But wondrous visions drew my curious eye. groan'd,

High on a throne, tremondous to behold, And monuments of dead deform the ground. Stern Minos waves a mace of burnish'd gold;

Around ten thousand thousand spectres stand ? Antilochus,

Through the wice dome of Dis, a treinbling band.

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