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« All the rewards, which once to thec were vow'd,
« If thou should'st fall, on her shall be bestow'd. »
Thus spoke the weeping Prince, then forth to view,
A gleaming falchion from the sheath he drew;
Lycaon's utmost skill had grac'd the steel,
For friends to envy and for foes to feel.
A tawny hide, the Moorish lion's spoil,
Slain midst the forest, in the hunter's toil,
Mnestheus to guard the elder youth bestows,
And old Alethes' casque defends his brows;
Arm’d, thence they go, while all the assembled train,
To aid their cause, implore the gods in vain;
More than a boy, in wisdom and in grace,
lulus holds amidst the chiefs his place;
His prayers he sends, but what can prayers arail,
Lost in the murmurs of the sighing gale ?

And otheus to guarrest, in the hour's spoil,

The trench is past, and, favour'd by the night, Thro' sleeping foes they wheel their wary flight, When shall the sleep of many a foé be o'er? Alas! some slumber, who shall wake no more! Chariots and bridles, mix'd with arms are seen, And flowing flasks, and scatter'd troops between ; Bacchus and Mars, to rule the camp combine, A mingled chaos this, of war and wine. « Now,» cries the first, « for deeds of blood prepare, « With me the conquest, and the labour share; « Here lies our path ; Jest any hand arise, « Watch thou, wbile many a dreaming chieftain dies; « I'll carve our passage through the heedless foc, · And clear thy road with many a deadly blow. » His whispering accents then the youth represt, And pierc'd proud Rhamnes through his panting breast;

Stretch'd at his ease, th’ incautious king repos’d,
Debauch, and not fatigue, his eyes had clos’d;
To Turnus dear, a prophet and a prince,
His omens more than augur's skill evince;
But he, who thus foretold the fate of all,
Could not avert his own untimely fall. :
Next Remus' armour-bearer, hapless, fell,
And three unhappy slaves the carnage swell :
The charioteer, along his courser's sides
Expires, the steel his sever'd neck divides;
And last, his Lord is number'd with the dead,
Bounding convulsive, flies the gasping bead;
From the swoľn veins, the blackening torrents pour,
Stain'd is the couch and earth, with clotting gore.
Young Lamyrus and Lamus next expire,
And gay Serranus, filld with youthful fire;
Half the long night in childish games was past,
Lulld by the potent grape, he slept at last ;
Ah ! happier far, had he the morn survey'd,
And, 'till Aurora's dawn, his skill display’d.

In slaughter’d folds, the keepers lost in sleep,
His hungry fangs a lion thus may steep;
'Mid the sad flock, at dead of night, he prowls,
With murder glutted, and in carnage rolls;
Insatiate still, through teeming herds he roams,
In seas of gore, the lordly tyrant foams.

Nor less the other's deadly vengeance came,
But falls on feeble crowds without a name;
His wound, unconscious Fadus scarce can feel,
Yet, wakeful Rhæsus sees the threat’ning steel;
His coward breast behind a jar he hides,
And, vainly, in the weak defence consides;

Full in his heart, the falchion search'd his veins, The reeking weapon bears alternate stains ; Thro' wine and blood, commingling as they flow, The feeble spirit seeks the shades below. Now, where Messapus dwelt, they bend their way, Whose fires emit a faint and Irembling ray; There, unconfio'd, behold each grazing steed, Unwatch’d, unheeded, on the herbage feed; Brave Nisus here arrests his comrade's arm, Too flush'd with carnage, and with conquest warm :' « Hence let us haste, the dangerous path is past, « Full foes enough, to-night, have breath'd their last; « Soon will the day those Eastern clouds adorn, « Now let us speed, nor tempt the rising morn. »

What silver arms, with various arts emboss'd ; in What bowls and mantles, in confusion toss'd, They leave regardless! yet, one glittering prize Attracts the younger hero's wandering eyes; The gilded harness Rhamnes' coursers felt, The gems which stud the monarch's golden belt; This from the pallid corse was quickly torn, Once by a line of former chieftains worn. . Th' exulting boy, the studded girdle wears, Messapus' helm his bead, in triumph, bears; Then from the tents their cautious steps they bend, To seek the vale, where safer paths extend.

Just at this hour, a band of Latian horse
To Turnus' camp, pursue their destin'd course;
While the slow foot their tardy march delay,
The knights, impatient, spur along the way:
Three hundred mail-clad men, by Volscens led,
To Turnus, with their master's promise sped;

Now, they approach the trench, and view the walls,
When, on the left, a light reflection falls,
The plunder'd helmet, through the waning night,
Sheds forth a silver radiance, glancing bright ;
Volscens, with question loud, the pair alarms
a Stand, stragglers! stand! why early thus in arms?
« From whence? to whom? » He meets with no reply,
Trusting the covert of the night, they fly; .
The thicket's depth, with hurried pace, they tread,
While round the wood the hostile squadron spread.

With brakes entangled, scarce a path between,
Dreary and dark appears the sylvan scene;
Euryalus, his heavy spoils impede,
The boughs and winding turns his steps mislead;
But Nisus scours along the forest's maze,
To where Latinus' steeds, in safety graze,
Then backward o'er the plain his eyes extend,
On ev'ry side, they seek his absent friend.
« O God! my boy, » he cries, « of me bereft,
« In what impending perils art thou left! »
Listening he runs-above the waving trees,
Tumultuous voices swell the passing breeze;
The war-cry rises, thundering hoofs around
Wake the dark echoes of the trembling ground.
Again he turns-of footsteps hears the noise,
The sound elatesthe sight his hope destroys,
The hapless boy, a ruffian train surround,
Whilc lengthening shades his weary way confound;
Hin, with loud shouts, the furious knights pursue,
Struggling in vain, a captive to the crew.
What can his friend 'gainst thronging numbers dare?
Ah! must he rush, his comrade's fate to share!

one sing with Strep for whom hey give,

What force, what aid, what stratagem essay, Back to redeem the Latian spoiler's prey! His life a votive ransom nobly give, Or die with him for whom he wish'd to live!, , Poising with strength his lifted lance on high, On Luna's orb he cast his phrenzied eye: « Goddess serene, transcending every star! « Queen of the sky! whose beams are seen afar; « By night, Heaven owns thy sway; by day, the grove; « When, as chaste Dian, here thou deign'st to rove; « If e'er myself or sire have sought to grace « Thine altars with the produce of the chace; «. Speed, speed, my dart, to pierce yon vaunting crowd, « To free my friend, and scatter far the proud..» . Thus having said, the hissing dart he flung; : Through parted shades the hurtling weapon sung ; .. The thirsty point in Sulmo's entrails lay, Transfix'd his heart, and stretch'd him on th: clay: He sobs, he dies ;-the troop, in wild amaze, Unconscious whence the death, with horror gaze; While pale they stare, thro' Tagus' temples riven, A second shaft with equal force is driven ; Fierce Volscens rolls around his lowering eyes, Veild by the night, secure the Trojan lies. Burning with wrath, he view'd his soldiers fall; « Thơu youth accurst; thy life shall pay for all. » Quick from the sheath his flaming glaive he drew, And, raging, on the boy defenceless flew.. Nisus, no more the blackening shade conceals, Forth, forth he starts, and all his love reveals ; : Aglast, confus'd, his fears to madness rise, And pour these accents, shrieking as he flies : « Me, me, your vengeance burl on me alone, * Here sheathe the steel, my blood is all your own;

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