ePub 版
[ocr errors]

more :

Her secret offspring to her sire she bare;

Lo, to the dangers of the fighting field ! Her sire caress'd him with a parent's care.

The best, the dearest of my friends, I yield: Pisander follow'd ; matchless in his art 230 Though still determined, to my ships confined ; To wing the spear or aim the distant dart;

Patroclus gone, I stay but half behind. No hand so sure of all the Emathian line,

Oh! be his guard thy providential care, Or if a surer, great Patroclus ! thine.

Confirm his heart, and string his arm to war: 300 The fourth by Phænix' grave command was graced ; Pressed by his single force let Hector see Laörces' valiant offspring led the last.

His fame in arms not owing all to me.
Soon as Achilles with superior care

But when the fleets are saved from foes and fire,
Had call'd the chiefs, and order'd all the war, Let him with conquest and renown retire ;
This stern remembrance to his troops he gave : Preserve his arms, preserve his social train,
Ye far-famed Myrmidons, ye fierce and brave ! And safe return him to these eyes again!
Think with what threats you dared the Trojan Great Jove consents to half the chief's request,

240 But heaven's eternal doom denies the rest : Think what reproach these ears endured so long. To free the fleet was granted to his prayer; *Stern son of Peleus,' (thus ye used to say, His safe return the winds dispersed in air. While, restless, raging in your ships you lay,) Back to his tent the stern Achilles flies,

310 "Oh nursed with gall, unknowing how to yield; And waits the combat with impatient eyes. Whose rage defrauds us of so famed a field,

Meanwhile the troops, beneath Patroclus' care, If that dire fury must for ever burn,

Invade the Trojans, and commence the war.
What make we here? Return; ye chiefs, return ! As wasps, provoked by children in their play,
Such were your words-Now warriors, grieve no Pour from their mansions by the broad highway

In swarms the guiltless traveller engage,
Lo there the Trojans ! bathe your swords in gore! Whet all their stings, and call forth all their rage;
This day shall give you all your soul demands; 250 All rise in arms, and with a general cry
Glut all you hearts! and weary all your hands! Assert their waxen domes and buzzing progeny:

Thus while he roused the fire in every breast, Thus from the tents the fervent legion swarms, 320
Close, and more close, the listening cohorts press'd; So loud their clamour, and so keen their arms.
Ranks wedged in ranks ; of arms a steely ring Their rising rage Patroclus' breath inspires,
Still grows, and spreads, and thickens round the king. Who thus intiames them with heroic fires :
As when a circling wall the builder forms,

Oh warriors, partners of Achilles' praise ! Or strength defensive against winds and storms, Be mindful of your deeds in ancient days : Compacted stones the thickening work compose, Your godlike master let your acts proclaim, And round him wide the rising structure grows: And add new glories to his mighty name. So helm to helm, and crest to crest they throng, 260 Think your Achilles sees you fight: be brave, Shield urged on shield, and man drove man along; And humble the proud monarch whom you save. Thick, undistinguish'd plumes, together join'd, Joyful they heard, and kindling as he spoke, 330 Float in one sea, and wave before the wind. Flew to the feet, involved in fire and smoke. Far o'er the rest, in glittering pomp appear

From shore to shore the doubling shouts resound There bold Automedon, Patroclus here;

The hollow ships return a deeper sound. Brothers in arms, with eqnal fury fired;

The war stood still, and all around t'em gazed, Two friends, two bodies with one sou) inspired. When great Achilles' shining armour blazed : But mindful of the gods, Achilles went

Troy saw, and thought the dread Achilles nigh; To the rich coffer in his shady tent;

At once they see, they tremble, and they fly. There lay on heaps his various garments roll'd, 270 Then first thy spear, divine Patroclus ! few, And costly furs, and carpets stiff with gold, Where the war raged, and where the lumult grew: (The presents of the silver-footed dame.)

Close to the stern of that famed ship, which bore 340 From thence he took a bowl of antique frame, Unbless'd Protesilaus to Ilion's shore, Which never man had stain'd with ruddy wine, The great Pæonian, bold Pyræchmes, stood Nor raised in offerings to the powers divine, (Who led his bands from Axius' winding flood;) But Peleus' son, and Peleus' son to none

His shoulder-blade receives the fatal wound:
Had raised in offerings, but to Jove alone.

The groaning warrior pants upon the ground.
This tinged with sulphur, sacred first to flame, His troops, that see their country's glory slain,
He purged; and waslı'd it in the running stream: Fly divers, scatter'd o'er the distant plain.
Then cleansed his hands; and fixing for a space 280 Patroclus' arm forbids the spreading fires,
His eyes on heaven, his feet upon the place And from the half-burn'd ship proud Troy retires:
Of sacrifice, the purple draught he pour'd

Clear'd from the smoke the joyful navy lies;

3.50 Forth in the midst; and thus the god implored: In heaps on heaps the foe tumultuous flies;

Oh thou Supreme! high throned all height above! Triumphant Greece ber rescued decks ascends, Oh great Pelasgic, Dodonpan Jove!

And loud acclaim the starry region rends. Who 'midst surrounding frosts, and vapours chill, So when thick clouds inwrap the mountain's head, Presidest on bleak Dodona's vocal hill,

O'er heaven's expanse like one black ceiling spread; (Whose groves, the Selli, race austere ! surround, Sudden, the Thunderer, with a flashing ray, Their feet unwash'd, their slumbers on the ground; Bursts through the darkness, and lets down the day: Who hear, from rustling oaks, thy dark decrees; 290 The hills shine out, the rocks in prospect rise, And catch the fates, low-whisper'd in the breeze :) And streams, and vales, and forests, strike the eyes : Hear, as of old! Thou gavest, at Thetis' prayer, The smiling scene wide opens to the sight, 360 Glory to me, and to the Greeks despair.

And all the unmeasured æther flames with light.

[ocr errors]

But Troy repulsed, and scatter'd o'er the plains, Observed the storm of darts the Grecians pour 430 Forced from the navy, yet the fight maintains ; And on his buckler caught the ringing shower. Now every Greek some hostile hero slew;

He sees for Greece the scale of conquest rise, But still the foremost bold Patroclus flew :

Yet stops, and turns, and saves his loved allies. As Areïlycus had turn'd him round,

As when the hand of Jove a tempest forms, Sharp in his thigh he felt the piercing wound; And rolls the cloud to blacken heaven with storms, The brazen-pointed spear, with vigour thrown, Dark o'er the fields the ascending vapour flies, The thigh transfix'd, and broke the brittle bone: And shades the sun, and blots the golden skies : Headlong he fell Next, Thaos, was thy chance, 370 So from the ships, along the dusky plain, Thy breast unarm’d, received the Spartan lance. Dire Flight and Terror drove the Trojan train. Phylides' dart (as Amphiclus drew nigh)

E'en Hector fled ; through heaps of disarray 440 His blow prevented, and transpierced his thigh, The fiery coursers forced their lord away: Tore all the brawn, and rent the nerves away; While far behind his Trojans fall confused; In darkness and in death the warrior lay.

Wedged in the trench, in one vast carnage bruised; In equal arms two sons of Nestor stand,

Chariots on chariots roll; the clashing spokes And two bold brothers of the Lycian band: Shook; while the madding steeds break short their By great Antilochus, Atymnius dies,

yokes : Pierced in the Aank, lamented youth! he lies. In vain they labour up the steepy mound; Kind Maris, bleeding in his brother's wound, 380 Their charioteers lie foaming on the ground. Defends the breathless carcass on the ground. Fierce on the rear, with shouts, Patroclus flies; Furious he flies, his murderer to engage,

Tumultuous clamour fills the fields and skies; But godlike Thrasymed prevents his rage;

Thick drifts of dust involve their rapid fight; 450 Between his arm and shoulder aims a blow; Clouds rise on clouds, and heaven is snatch'd from His arm falls spouting on the dust below:

sight. He sinks, with endless darkness cover'd o'er; The affrighted steeds, their dying lords cast down, And vents his soul, effused with gushing gore. Scour o'er the fields, and stretch to reach the town.

Slain by two brothers, thus two brothers bleed, Loud o'er the rout was heard the victor's cry, 3 Sarpedon's friends, Amisodarus' seed;

Where the war bleeds, and where the thickest die, Amisodarus, who, by Furies led,

390 Where horse, and arms, and chariots, lie o'erthrown, The bane of men, abhorr'd Chimæra bred; And bleeding heroes under axles groan. Skill'd in the dart in vain, his sons expire,

No stop, po check, the steeds of Peleas knew; And pay the forfeit of their guilty sire.

From bank to bank the immortal coursers flew, Stopp'd in the tumult Cleobolus lies,

High-bounding o'er the fosse : the whirling car 460 Beneath Oileus' arm, a living prize,

Smokes through the ranks, o'ertakes the flying war, A living prize not long the Trojan stood,

And thunders after Hector: Hector flies; The thirsty falchion drank his reeking blood : Patroclus shakes his lance; but Fate denies. Plunged in his throat the smoking weapon lies ; Not with less noise, with less impetuous force, Black death, and fate onpitying, seal his eyes. The tide of Trojans urge their desperate course,

Amid the ranks, with mutual thirst of fame, 400 Than when in autumn Jove his fury pours, Lycon the brave, and fierce Peneleus came; And earth is loaden with incessant showers In vain their javelins at each other flew,

(When guilty mortals break the eternal laws, Now, met in arms, their eager swords they drew. Or judges bribed betray the righteous cause ;) On the plumed crest of his Bæotian foe,

From their deep beds he bids the rivers rise,

470 The daring Lycon aim'd a noble blow;

And opens all the flood-gates of the skies : The sword broke short; but his, Peneleus sped The impetuous torrents from their hills obey, Full on the juncture of the neck and head. Whole fields are drown'd, and mountains swept away; The head, divided by a stroke so just,

Loud roars the deluge till it meets the main ; Hung by the skin: the body sunk to dust.

And trembling man sees all bis labours vain. O’ertaken Neamas by Merion bleeds, 410 And now the chief (the foremost troops repell’d) Pierced through the shoulder as he mounts his steeds: Back to the ships his destined progress held, Back from the car he tumbles to the ground; Bore down half Troy in his resistless way, His swimming eyes eternal shades surround. And forced the routed ranks to stand the day.

Next Erymas was doom'd his fate to feel : Between the space where silver Simoïs flows, 480 His open mouth received the Cretan steel: Where lay the fleets, and where the rampires rose, Beneath the brain the point a passage tore, All grim in dust and blood, Patroclus stands, Crash'd the thin bones, and drown'd the teeth in gore: And turns the slaughter on the conquering bands. His mouth, his eyes, his nostrils, pour a flood; First Pronoüs died beneath his fiery dart, He sobs his soul out in the gush of blood.

Which pierced below the shield his valiant heart. As when the flocks, neglected by the swain 420 Thestor was next who saw the chief appear, (Or kids, or lambs,) lie scatter'd o'er the plain, And fell a victim of his coward fear; A troop of wolves the unguarded charge survey, Shrunk up he sat, with wild and haggard eye, And rend the trembling, unresisting prey :

Nor stood to combat, nor had force to fly:
Thus on the foe the Greeks impetuous came; Patroclus mark'd him as he shunn'd the war, 490
Troy Aed, unmindful of her former fame.

And with unmanly tremblings shook the car,
But still at Hector godlike Ajax aim'd,

And dropp'd the flowing reins. Him 'twist the jaws
Süll pointed at his breast, his javelin flamed. The javelin sticks, and from the chariot draws.
The Trojan chicf experienced in the field,

As on a rock that overhangs the main, O'er his broad shoulders spread the massy shield, An angler, studious of the line and cane,

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]


Some mighty fish draws panting to the shore; Now met in arms, the combatants appear;
Not with less ease the barbed javelin bore

Each heaved the shield, and poised the lifted spear:
The gaping dastard : as the spear was shook, From strong Patroclus' hand the javelin fled,
He fell, and life his heartless breast forsook. And pass'd the groin of valiant Thrasymed ;
Next on Eryalus he flies; a stone,

500 The nerves unbraced, no more his bulk sustain, Large as a rock, was by his fury thrown:

He falls, and falling bites the bloody plain. Full on his crown the pondrous fragment flew, Two sounding darts the Lycian leader threw; 570 And burst the helm, and cleft the head in two: The first aloof with erring fury flew, Prone to the ground the breathless warrior fell, The next transpierced Achilles' mortal steed, And death involved him with the shades of hell. The generous Pedasus of Theban breed ; Then low in dust Epaltes, Echius, lie;

Fix'd in the shoulder's joint, he reel'd around, Ipheas, Evippus, Polymelus, die;

Roll'd in the bloody dust, and paw'd the slippery Amphoterus, and Erymas succeed;

ground. And last Tlepolemus and Pyres bleed.

His sudden fall the entangled harness broke: Where'er he moves, the growing slaughters spread Each axle crackled, and the chariot shook : In heaps on heaps ; a monument of dead. 511 When bold Automedon, to disengage

When now Sarpedon his brave friends beheld The starting coursers, and restrain their rage, Grovelling in dust, and gasping on the field, Divides the traces with his sword, and freed

580 With this reproach his flying host he warms: The encumber'd chariot from the dying steed: Oh stain to honour! oh disgrace to arms !

The rest move on, obedient to the rein; Forsake, inglorious, the contended plain;

The car rolls slowly o'er the dusty plain.
This hand, unaided, shall the war sustain : The towering chiefs to fiercer fight advance,
The task be mine, this hero's strength to try, And first Sarpedon whirld his weighty lanc
Who mows whole troops, and makes an army fly Which o'er the warrior's shoulder took its course,
He spake ; and speaking, leaps from off the car: 520 And spent in empty air its dying force.
Patroclus lights, and sternly waits the war. Not so Patroclus' never-erring dart;
As when two vultures on the mountain's height Aim'd at his breast, it pierced a mortal part,
Stoop with resounding pinions to the fight; Where the strong fibres bind the solid heart
They cuff, they tear, they raise a screaming cry; Then, as the mountain-oak, or poplar tall,
The desert echoes, and the rocks reply:

Or pine (fit mast for some great admiral,
The warriors thus opposed in arms, engage Nods to the axe, till with a groaning sound
With equal clamours, and with equal rage. It sinks, and spreads its honours on the ground.

Jove view'd the combat; whose event foreseen, Thus fell the king; and, laid on earth supine,
He thus bespoke his sister and his queen :

Before his chariot stretch'd his form divine : The hour draws on the Destinies ordain 530 He grasp'd the dust disdain'd with streaming gore, My godlike son shall press the Phrygian plain : And, pale in death, lay groaning on the shore. Already on the verge of death he stands,

So lies a bull beneath the lion's paws, His life is owed to fierce Patroclus' hands.

While the grim savage grinds with foaming jaws 600 What passions in a parent's breast debate !

The trembling limbs, and sucks the smoking blood; u Say, shall I snatch him from impending fate, Deep groans, and hollow roars, rebellow through the And send him safe to Lycia, distant far,

wood. From all the dangers and the toils of war;

Then to the leader of the Lycian band Or to his doom my bravest offspring yield,

The dying chief addressed his last command: And fatten with celestial blood the field ?

Glaucus, be bold; thy task be first to dare Then thus the goddess with the radiant eyes : 540 The glorious dangers of destructive war, What words are these, O sovereign of the skies ? To lead my troops, to combat at their head, Short is the date prescribed to mortal man: Incite the living, and supply the dead. Shall Jove, for one, extend the narrow span, Tell them, I charged them with my latest breath Whose bounds were fix'd before his race began? Not unrevenged to bear Sarpedon's death. How many sons of gods, foredoom'd to death, What grief, what shame, must Glaucus undergo, Before proud Jlion must resign their breath! If these spoil'd arms adorn a Grecian foe! Were thine exempt, debate would rise above, Then as a friend, and as a warrior, fight; And murmuring powers condemn their partial Jove. Defend my body, conquer in my right; Give the bold chief a glorious fate in fight; That, taught by great examples all may try And when the ascending soul has wing'd her flight, Like thee to vanquish, or like me to die. Let Sleep and Death convey by thy command, He ceased; the Fates suppress'd his labouring The breathless body to his native land.

breath, His friends and people, to his future praise,

And his eyes darken'd with the shades of death. A marble tomb and pyramid shall raise,

The insulting victor with disdain bestrode And lasting honours to his ashes give;

The prostrate prince, and on his bosom trod; His fame ('eis all the dead can have) shall live. Then drew the weapon from his panting heart,

She said: the Cloud-compeller, overcome, The reeking fibres clinging to the dart; Assents to fate, and ratifies the doom.

From the wide wound gush'd out a stream of blood, Then, touch'd with grief, the weeping heavens distillid And the soul issued in the purple flood. A shower of blood o'er all the fatal field; 560 His flying steeds the Myrmidons detain, The god, his eyes averting from the plain,

Unguided now, their mighty master slain, Laments his son, predestined to be slain,

All-impotent of aid, transfix'd with grief, Far from the Lycian shores, his happy native reign. Unhappy Glaucus heard the dying chief.

[ocr errors]


[ocr errors]

His painful arm, yet useless with the smart And round his son confounds the warring hosts, Inflicted late by Teucer's deadly dart, 630 His fate ennobling with a crowd of ghosts. Supported on his better hand he stay'd;

Now Greece gives way, and great Epigeus falls ; To Phæbus then ('twas all he could) he pray'd: Agacleus' son, from Budium's lofty walls : 700

All-seeing monarch! whether Lycia's coast, Who chased for murder thence, a suppliant came Or sacred Ilion, thy bright presence boast,

To Peleus and the silver-footed dame; Powerful alike to ease the wretch's smart;

Now sent to Troy, Achilles' arms to aid, Oh hear me! god of every healing art!

He pays due vengeance to his kinsman's shade. Lo ! stiff with clotted blood, and pierced with pain, Soon as his luckless hand had touch'd the dead, That thrills my arm, and shoots through every vein; A rock's large fragment thunder'd on his head; I stand unable to sustain the spear,

Hurld by Hectorian force, it cleft in twain And sigh, at distance from the glorious war. 640 His shatter'd helm, and stretch'd him o'er the slain. Low in the dust is great Sarpedon laid,

Fierce to the van of fight Patroclus came; Nor Jove vouchsafed his hapless offspring aid. And, like an eagle darting at his game, 710 But thou, O god of health! thy succour lend, Sprung on the Trojan and the Lycian band. To guard the reliques of my slaughter'd friend : What grief thy heart, what fury urged thy han For thou, though distant, canst restore my might, Oh generous Greek! when, with full vigour thrown, To bead my Lycians, and support the fight. At Stenelaus flew the weighty stone,

Apollo heard; and, suppliant as he stood, Which sunk him to the dead ; when Troy, too near His heavenly hand restrain’d the flux of blood : Thal arm, drew back; and Hector learn'd to fear. He drew the dolours from the wounded part, Far as an able hand a lance can throw, And breathed a spirit in his rising heart. 650 Or at the lists, or at the fighting foe, Renew'd by art divine, the hero stands,

So far the Trojans from their lines retired ; And owns the assistance of immortal hands. Till Glaucus, turning, all the rest inspired. 720 First to the fight his native troops he warms, Then Bathyclæus fell beneath his rage, Then loudly calls on Troy's vindictive arms : The only hope of Chalcon's trembling age: With ample strides he stalks from place to place ; Wide o'er the land was stretch'd his large domain, Now fires Agenor, now Polydamas !

With stately seats and riches bless'd in vain. Æneas next, and Hector he accosts;

Him, bold with youth, and eager to pursue Inflaming thus the rage of all their hosts :

The flying Lycians, Glaucus met, and slew What thoughts, regardless chief! thy breast employ? Pierced through the bosom with a sudden wound, Oh loo forgetful of the friends of Troy! 660 He fell, and, falling, made the fields resound. Those generous friends, who, from their country far, The Achaians sorrow for their hero slain ; 739 Breathe their brave souls out in another's war. With conquering shouts the Trojans shake the plain, See ! where in dust the great Sarpedon lies, And crowd to spoil the dead : the Greeks oppose, In action valiant, and in council wise,

An iron circle round the carcass grows.
Who guarded right, and kept his people free: The brave Laogonus resign'd his breath,
To all his Lycians lost, and lost to thee !

Dispatch'd by Merion to the shades of death :
Stretch'd by Patroclus' arm on yonder plains ; On Ida's holy hill he made abode,
Oh save from hostile rage his loved remains ! The priest of Jove, ard honour'd like his god.
Ah! let not Greece his conquer'd trophies boast, Between the jaw and ear the javelin went :
Nor on his corse revenge her heroes lost. 670 The soul, exhaling, issued at the vent.

He spoke : each leader in his grief partook ; His spear Æneas at the victor threw,
Troy, at the loss, through all her legions shook ; Who stooping forward from the death withdrew;
Transfix'd with deep regret, they view o'erthrown The lance hiss'd harmless o'er his covering shield,
At once his country's pillar, and their own; And trembling struck, and rooted in the field : 742
A chief, who led to Troy's beleaguer'd wall There yet scarce spent, it quivers on the plain,
A host of heroes, and outshined them all.

Sent by the great Æneas' arm in vain. Fired, they rush on; first Hector seeks the foes, Swift as thou art (the raging hero cries,) And with superior vengeance greatly glows. And skill'd in dancing to dispute the prize,

But o'er the dead the fierce Patroclus stands, My spear, the destined passage had it found, And, rousing Ajax, roused the listening bands ; 680 Had fix'd thy active vigour to the ground.

Heroes, be men ! be what you were before; Oh valiant leader of the Dardan host ! Or weigh the great occasion, and be more.

(Insulted Merion thus retorts the boast)

750 The chief who taught our lofty walls to yield, Strong as you are, 'tis mortal force you trust, Lies pale in death, extended on the field;

An arm as strong may stretch thee in the dust. To guard his body, Troy in numbers flies ; And if to this my lance thy fate be given, 'Tis half the glory to maintain our prize.

Vain are thy vaunts ; success is still from heaven : Haste, strip his arms, the slaughter round him spread, This instant sends thee down to Pluto's coast; And send the living Lycians to the dead.

Mine is the glory, his thy parting ghost. The heroes kindle at his fierce command ;

O friend ! (Menetius' son this answer gave)
The martial squadrons close on either hand : 690 With words to combat ill befits the brave :
Here Troy and Lycia charge with loud alarms, Not empty boasts the song of Troy repel,
Thessalia there and Greece oppose their arms. Your swords must plunge them to the shades of hell.
With horrid shouts they circle round the slain; To speak, beseems the council : but to dare 761
The clash of armour rings o'er all the plain. In glorious action, in the task of war.
Great Jove, to swell the horrors of the fight,

This said, Patroclus to the battle flies,
O'er the fierce armies pours pernicious night, Great Merion follows, and new shouts arise :


Shields, helmets rattle, as the warriors close; Received Sarpedon, at the god's command,
And thick and heavy sounds the storm of blows. And in a moment reach'd the Lycian land;
As through the shrilling vale, or mountain ground, The corse amidst his weeping friends they laid,
The labours of the woodman's axe resound: Where endless honours wait the sacred shade.
Blows following blows are heard re-echoing wide, Meanwhile Patroclus pours along the plains,
While crackling forests fall on every side, 770 With foaming coursers, and with loosen'd reins.
Thus echo'd all the fields with loud alarms, Fierce on the Trojan and the Lycian crew,
So fell the warriors, and so rung their arms. Ah blind to fate; thy headlong fury flew :

Now great Sarpedon on the sandy shore, Against what fate and powerful Jove ordain,
His heavenly form defaced with dust and gore, Vain was thy friend's command, thy courage vain.
And stuck with darts by warring heroes shed, For he, the god, whose counsels uncontrollid,
Lies undistinguish'd from the vulgar dead.

Dismay the mighty, and confound the bold; His long disputed corse the chiefs enclose, The god who gives, resumes, and orders all, On every side the busy combat grows;

He urged thee on, and urged thee on to fall. Thick as beneath some shepherd's thatch'd abode Who first, brave hero! by that arm was slain, (The pails high foaming with a milky flood) 780 Who last, beneath thy vengeance press'd the plain, The buzzing flies, a persevering train,

When heaven itself thy fatal fury led, Incessant swarın, and chased return again.

And call'd to fill the number of the dead?

850 Jove view'd the combat with a stern survey, Adrestus tirst ; Autonoüs then succeeds ; And eyes that flash'd intolerable day.

Echeclus follows; next young Megas bleeds ;
Fix'd on the field his sight, his breast debates Epistor, Menalippus, bite the ground;
The vengeance due, and meditates the fates : The slaughter, Elasus and Mulius crown'd:
Whether to urge their prompt etlect, and call Then sunk Pylaries to eternal night;
The force of Hector to Patroclus' fall,

The rest dispersing, trust their fates to flight.
This instant see his short-lived trophies won,

Now Troy had stoop'd beneath his matchless power And stretch him breathless on his slaughter'd son; But flaming Phæbus kept the sacred lower: Or yet, with many a soul's untimely flight, 791|Thrice at the battlements Patroclus struck, Augment the fame and horror of the fight.

His blazing ægis thrice Apollo shook : To crown Achilles' valiant friend with praise He tried the fourth ; when, bursting from the cloud At length he dooms; and that his last of days A more than mortal voice was heard aloud : Shall set in glory; bids him drive the foe;

Patroclus! cease : this heaven-defended wall Nor unattended see the shades below.

Defies thy lance; not fated yet to fall;
Then Hector's mind he fills with dire dismay Thy friend, thy greater far, it shall withstand,
He mounts his car, and calls his hosts away: Troy shall not stoop, e'en to Achilles' hand.
Sunk with Troy's heavy fates, he sees decline So spoke the god who darts celestial fires :
The scales of Jove, and pants with awe divine. 800 The Greek obeys him, and with awe retires :

Then, nor before, the hardy Lycians fled, While liector, checking at the Scean gates
And left their monarch with the common dead: His panting coursers, in his breast debales, 870
Around, in heaps on heaps, a dreadful wall Or in the field his forces to employ,
Of carnage rises, as the heroes fall.

Or draw the troops within the walls of Troy. (So Jove decreed !) At length the Greeks obtain Thus while he thought, beside him Phabis stood, The prize contested, and despoil the slain. In Asius' shape, who reign'd by Sangar's flood; The radiant arms are by Patroclus borne,

(Thy brother, Hecuba! from Dymas sprung, Patroclus' ships the glorious spoils adorn.

A valiant warrior, haughty, bold, and young.) Then thus to Phæbus, in the realms above, Thus he accosts him : What a shameful sight! Spoke from his throne the cloud-compelling Jove: Gods! is it Hector that forbears the fight? Descend, my Phæbus ! on the Phrygian plain, 811 Were thine my vigour, this successful spear And from the fight convey Sarpedon slain ;

Should soon convince thee of so false a fear. 80 Then bathe his body in the crystal flood;

Turn then, ah turn thee to the field of fame, With dust dishonour'd, and deform'd with blood : And in Patroclus blood efface thy shaine. O'er all his limbs ambrosial odours shed,

Perhaps Apollo shall thy arms succeed, And with celestial robes adorn the dead.

And heaven ordains him by thy lance to bleed. Those rites discharged his sacred corse bequeath So spoke the inspiring god : then took his flight

, To the soft arms of silent Sleep and Death. And plunged amidst the tumult of the fight. They to his friends the mournful charge shall bear, He bids Cebrion drive the rapid car; His friends a tomb and pyramid shall rear; 820 The lash resounds, the coursers rush to war : What honours mortals after death receive,

The god the Grecians' sinking souls depressid, Those unavailing honours we inay give.

And pour'd swift spirits through each Trojan breast. Apollo bows, and from mount Ida's height, Patroclus lights, impatient for the fight; Swift to the field precipitates his flight;

A spear his left, a stone employs his right : Thence from the war the breathless hero bore, With all his nerves he drives it at the foe; Veil'd in a cloud, to silver Simoïs shore;

Pointed above, and rough and gross below: There bathed his honourable wounds, and dress’d The falling ruin crush'd Cebrion's head, His manly members in the immortal vest;

The lawless offspring of king Priam's bed; And with perfumes of sweet ambrosial dews, His front, brows, eyes, one undistinguish'd wound; Restores his freshness, and his form renews. 830 The bursting balls drop sightless to the ground. Then Sleep and Death, two twins of winged race, The charioteer, wbile yet he held the rein, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace, Struck from the car, falls headlong on the plain. 200

« 上一頁繼續 »