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The Jbmih BattU continued, in ukich JTeptuno ossss* the
Chruk$ t th* AcU of Idomtnau.

Neptune, concerned for the !ou of the Grecians, upon teeing
the fortification forced by Hector (who had entered the rate
near the station of the Ajates.) assumes the shape of Cbel-
chas, and inspires those heroes to oppose bin ; then, in the
form of one of the generals, encourages the other Greeks who
had retired to their vessels. The Aj aies form their troops in
a close phalanx, and pot a stop to Hector and the Trojans.
Several deeds of valour are performed ; Meriones, losing his
spear in the encounter, repairs to seek another at the tent of
Idomeneos: this occasions a conversation between those two
warriors, who return together to the battle. I dome ne us sig-
nalises his courage above the rest; he kills Othryoneus, Asius,
and Alcathous : Deiphobus and JF.ntat march against him*
and at length Idomeneus retires. Menelaus wounds Helenas
and kills Pnander. 1 he Trojans are repulsed in the left wing}
Hec or still keeps his ground against the Ajaxes, till, being
galled by the Locrian stingers and archers, Polydamas ad-
vises to call a council of war: Hector approves bis advice*
hot goes first to rally the Trojans ; upbraids Paris, rejoins Po-
lydamas meets A jax again, and renews the attack.

The eight- and-twentieth day still continues. The scene is be-
tween the Grecian wall and the seashore.

Wren now the Thunderer on the sea-beat coast

Had fix'd great Hector and his conquering host

He left them to the Fates, in bloody fray

To toil and struggle through the well-fought day,

Then turn'd to Thracia from the field of fight

Those eyes that shed insufferable light.

To where the Mysians prove their martial force,

And hardy Thracians tame the savage hone ;

And where the far-fara'd Hipnemolgian strays,

ftoownM for justice and for Ttnjph of days:


Thrice happy nee ! that, innocent of blood.

From milk, innoxious, seek their simple foodi

Jove sees delighted ; and avoids the scene

Of guilty Troy, of arms, and dying men:

No aid, he deems, to either host is given,

While hit high law suspends the powers of heaven.

Meantime the 'Monarch of the watery main
Observ'd the Thunderer, nor observ'd in vain.
In Samothraeia, on a mountain's brow,
Whose waving woods o'erhung the deeps below,
He sate ; and round him cast his azure eyes,
Where Ida's misty tops confus'dly rise ;
BaIow, fair [lion's glittering spires were seen ;
'J ne crowded ships, and sable seas between.
There, from the crystal chambers of the main
EmergM, he sate; and mourn'd his Argives slain.
At Jove incens'd, with grief and fury stung, *
Prone down the rocky steep he rush'd along; \
Fierce as he past, the lofty mountains nod, • '
The forests snake! earth trembled as he trod,
And felt the footsteps x>f th* immortal God.
From realm to realm three ample strides he took,
And, at the fourth, the distant JEgje shook.

Far in the bay his shining palace stands,
Eternal frame ! not rais'd by mortal hands :
This having reach'd, his brass-hooPd steeds he feint,
Fleet as the winds, and deck'd with golden manes.
Refulgent arms his mighty limbs infold,
Immortal arms of adamant and gold.
He mounts the car, the golden scourge applies,
He sets superior, and the chariot flies:
His whirling wheels the glassy surface sweep;
Th' enormous monsters, rolling o'er die deep,
Gambol around him on the wat'ry way;
And heavy whales in awkward measures play >
The sea subsiding spreads a level plain,
Exults, and owns the monarch of the main{
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The parting waves before his coursers fly ;
The wondering waters leave his axle dry.

Deep in the liquid regions lies a cave;
Between where Tenedos the suites lave ,
And rocky Imbrus breaks the rolling wave i
There the great ruler of the azure round
Stopp'd his swift chariot, and his steeds unbound,
Fed with ambrosial herbage from his hand,
And link'd their fetlocks with a golden band,
Infrangible, immortal: there they stay,
The father of the floods pursues his way ;
Where, like a tempest darkening heaven around,
"Or fiery deluge that devours the ground,
Th' impatient Trojans, in a gloomy throng,
Embattled rolPd, as Hector rush'd along:
To the loud tumult and the barbarous cry,
The Heavens re-echo, and the shores reply ;
They vow destruction to the Grecian name,
And in their hopes, the fleets already flame,

But Neptune, rising from the seas profound,
The God whose earthquakes rock the solid ground,
Now wears a mortal form ; like Calchas seen,
Such his loud voice, and such his manly mien;
His shouts incessant every Greek inspire,
But most th' Aiaces, adding fire to fire.

Tis yours, O warriors, all our hopes to raise ;
Oh,iecollect your ancient worth ana praise:
Tis yours to save us, if you cease to fear;
Flight, more than shameful, is destructive here.
On other works though Troy with fury fall,
And pour her armies o'er our batterM wall ;
There, Greece has strength t but this, this part o , er-

Her strength were vain ; I dread for you atone.
Here Hector rages like the force of fire,
Vaunts of his Gods,and calls high Jove his sire.
If yet some heavenly power your breast excite,
Breathe in your hearts, and string your arms to fight-


Greece yet may live, her threaten'd fleet remain;
And Hector's force, and Jove's own aid, be vain.

Then with his sceptre that the deep controls,
He touch'd the chiefs, and steel' d their manly souls:
Strength, not their own, the touch divine imparts,
Prompts their light limbs, and swells their daring hearts.
Then as a falcon from the rocky height,
Her quarry seen, impetuous at the swfrt,
Forth-springing, instant darts herself from high
Shoots on the wing, and skims along the sky :
Such, and so swift the power of Ocean flew;
The wide horizon shut him from their view.

Th' inspiring God, OHeus' active son
Perceiv'd the first, and thus to Telamon :

Some God, my friend, some God in human form
Favouring descends, and wills to stand the storm.
Not Calchas this, the venerable seer;
Short as he turn'd, 1 saw the Power appear:
I mark'd his parting, and the steps he trod;
His own bright evidence reveals a God.
£'en now some energy qj vine 1 share,
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air!

With equal ardour (Telamon returns)
My soul is kindled, and my bosom burns:
New rising spirits all my force alarm,
Lift each impatient limb, and brace my arm.
This ready arm, unthinking, shakes the dart;
The blood pours back, and fortifies my heart;
Singly, metninks, yon towering chief 1 meet,
And stretch the dreadful Hector at my feet

Full of the God that urg'd their burning breast,
The heroes thus their mutual warmth exprest
Neptune meanwhile the routed Greeks inspired,
Who, breathless, pale, with length of labours tir'd,
Pant in the ships; while Troy to conquest calls,
And swarms victorious o'er their yielding walls:
Trembling before th' impending storm they lie,
While tears of rage stand burning in their eye,


Greece sunk they thought, and thus their fatal hour;
But breathe new courage as they feel the Power.
Teucer and Leitus first his words excite;
Then stern Eeneleus rises to the tight;
Thoas, Deipyrus, in anns renowu'd,
And Morion next, th' impulsive fury found;
Last Nestor's son the same bold ardour takes,
While thus the God the martial fire awakes:

On lasting infamy, oh dire disgrace
To chiefs of vigorous youth and manly race!
I trusted in the Gods, and you, to see
Brave Greece victorious, and her navy free:
Ah no— the glorious combat you disclaim,
And one black day clouds all her former fame,
Heavens! wnat a prodigy these eves survey,
Unseen, unthought, till this amazing day !
Fly we at length from Troy's oft-conquer'd hands?
And fells our fleet by such inglorious hands?
A rout undisciplin'd, a straggling train,
Not born to glories of the dusty plain ;
Like frighted fawns, from hill to hill pursu'd,
A prey to every savage of the wood :
Shall these, so late who trembled at your name,
Invade your camps, involve your ships in flame ?
A change so shameful, say, what cause has wrought
The soldier's baseness, or the general's fault ?
Fools ! will ye perish for your leader's vice ;
The purchase infamy, and life the price?
*Tls not your cause, Achilles' injur'd fame :
Another's is the crime, but yours the shame.
• Grant that our chief offend through rage or lust.
Must you be cowards, if your king's unjust ?
Prevent this evil, and your country save :
Small thought retrieves the spirit of the brave.
Think, and suodue ! on dastards dead to fame
I waste no anger, for they feel no shame:
But you, the pride, the flower of all our host
My neart weeps blood to see your glory lost :

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Nor deem this day, this battle, all you lose ;
A day more black, a fate more vile ensues.
Let each reflect, who prizes fame or breath,
On endless infamy, on instant death:
For lo! the fated time, th' appointed shore;
Hark ! the sates burst, the brazen barriers roar I
Impetuous Hector thunders at the wall ;
The hour, the spot, to conquer, or to fall.

These words the Grecians 1 fainting hearts inspire,
And listening armies catch the godlike fire.
Fix'd at his post was each bold Ajax found,
With well-rang' d squadrons strongly circled rounds
So close their order, so disposed their fight,
As Pallas* self might view with fix'd delight;
Or had the God of War inclined his eyes,
The God of War had own'd a iust surprise.
A chosen phalanx, firm, resolv'a as Fate,
Descending Hector and his battle wait
An iron scene gleams dreadful o'er the fields,
Armour in armour lock'd, and shields in shields,
Spears lean on spears, on targets targets throng,
Helms stuck to helms, and man arove man along
The floating plumes unnumber'd wave above,
As when an earthquake stirs the nodding grove ;
And, leveli'd at the skies with pointing rays,
Their brandish'd lances at each motion blaze.

Thus breathing death, in terrible array,
The close-compacted legions urg'4 their way t
Fierce they drove on, impatient to destroy ;
Troy charg'd the first, and Hector first of Troy
As from some mountain's craggy forehead torn,
A rock's round fragment flies, with fury borne,
(Which from the stubborn stone a torrent rends)
Precipitate the ponderous mass descends:
From steep to steep the rolling ruin bounds ;
At every snock_the crackling wood resounds ;
Still gathering force, it smokes ; and, urgM amain,
Whirls, leaps, and thunders down, impetuous to the
plain :


There stops— So Hector. Their whole force he pmv'd,

Resistless when he rag*d, and when he stopt, unmov'd.

On him ttie war is bent, the darts are shed,
And all their falchions wave around his head:
Repuls'd he stands, nor from his stand retires ;
But with repeated shouts his army fires.
Trojans ! be firm ; this arm shall make your way
Through yon square body, and that black array.
Stand, and my spear shall rout their scattering power,
Strong as they seem, embattled like a tower.
For he that Juno's heavenly bosom warms,
The first of Gods, this day inspires our arms.

He said, and rous'd the soul in every breast;
Urg'd with desire of feme, beyond the rest,
Forth march'd Deiphobus; but, marching, held
Before his wary steps his ample shield.
Bold Merion aim'd a stroke (nor aim'd it wide)
The glittering javelin piere'd the tough bull hide;
But piere'd not through : unfaithful to his hand,
The point broke short, and sparkled in the sand.
The Trojan warrior, touch'd with timely fear,
On the raisM orb to distance bore the spear:
The Greek retreating mourn'd hh frustrate blow,
And curs'd the treacherous lance that sparM a net
Then to the ships with surly speed he went,
To seek a surer javelin in his tent

Meanwhile with rising rage the battle glows,
The tumult thickens, and the clamour crows.
By Teucer's arm the warlike Imbrius bleeds,
The son of Mentor, rich in generous steeds.
Ere yet to Troy the sons of Greece were led,
In fair Pedaeus' verdant pastures bred,
The youth had dwelt; remote from war's alarms,
And bless'd m bright Medesicaste's arms:
(This nymph, the fruit of Priam's ravish'd joy,.
Ally'd the warrior to the house of Troy.)
To Troy, when glorv call'd his arms, tie name, ,
And match'd the bravest of her chiefs in feme


With Priam's sons, a guardian of the'throne,
He kVd, belov'd and honour' d as his own:
Him Teucer pierc'd between the throat and ear;
He groans beneath the Telamoman spear.
As from some far-seen mountain's airy crown.
Subdu'd bv steel, a tall ash tumbles down,
And soils its verdant tresses on the ground:
So falls the youth ; his arms the fall resound.
Then Teucer rushing to despoil the dead,
From Hector's hand a shining javelin fled :
He saw, and shunn'd the death ; the forceful dart
Sung on, and pierc'd Amphimachus's heart,
Cteatus' son, of Neptune's forceful line ;
Vain was his courage, and his race divine!
Prostrate he falls; his clanging arms resound,
And his broad buckler thunders on the ground.
To seize his beamy helm the victor flies,
And just had fasten'd on the dazzling prize,
When Alas' manly arm a javelin flung;
Full on the snield's round boss the weapon wrung;
He felt the shock, nor more was doom'n to feel,
Secure in mail, and sheath'd in shining steel
RepulsM he yields ; the victor Greeks obtain
The spoils contested, and bear off the slain.
Between the leaders of th' Athenian line,
(Stichius the brave, Menestheus the divine,)
Deplor'd Amphimachus, sad object ! lies;
Imbrius remains the fierce Ajaces' prize,
As two grim lions bear across the lawn,
Snatch'd from devouring hounds, a slaughter'd fawn
In their fell jaws high-lifting through the wood,
And sprinkling all the shrubs with drops of blood;
So these the chief: great Ajax from the dead
Strips his bright arms, O'lleus lops his head:
Toss'd like a ball, and whirl' d in air away,
At Hector's feet Me gory visage lay.

The God of Ocean, hr'd with stern disdain,
And pierc'd with sorrow for his ^grandson slain,
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Inspires the Grecian hearts, confirms their hands,
And breathes destruction on the Trojan bands.
Swift as a whirlwind rushing to the fleet,
He finds the lance-fam'd ldomen of Crete;
His pensive brow the generous care exprest
With which a wounded soldier touch'a his breast,
Whom in the chance of war a javelin tore,
And his sad comrades from the battle bore;
Him to the surgeons of the camp he sent ;
That office paid, he issued from his tent,
Fierce for the fight: to whom the God begun,
In Thoas' voice, Andnsmon's valiant son,
Who ruTd where Calydon's white rocks arise,
And Pleuron*s chalky cliffs erablase the skies*

Where's now th' imperious vaunt, the daring boast,
Of Greece victorious and proud llion lost?

To whom the king : On Greece no blame be thrown*
Arms are her trade, and war is all her own.
Her hardy heroes from the well-fought plains
Nor fear withholds, nor shameful sloth detains.
Tis heaven alas i and Jove's all powerful doom,
That far, far distant from our native home
Wills us to fall, inglorious ! Oh my friend !
Once foremost in the fight, still prone to lend
Our arms or counsels ; now perform thy best,
And what thou canst not singly, urge the rest

Thus he ; and thus the God, whose force can maJta
The solid globe's eternal basis shake.
Ah ! never may he see his native land,
But feed the vultures on this hateful strand,
Who seeks ignobly in his ships to stay,
Nor dares to combat on this signal day !
For this, behold ! in horrid arms 1 shine,
And urge thy soul to rival acts with mine
Together let us battle on the plain ;
Two, not the worst; nor e'en this succour value
Not vain the weakest, if their force unite ;
But ours, the bravest have confessM in fight.


Tins raid, he rashes where the combat burns ;
Swift to his tent the Cretan king returns.
From thence two javelins glittering; in his hand,
And clad iu arms that lightened all the strand,
Fierce on the foe th 1 impetuous hero drove ,
Like lightuhig bursting from the arm of Jove,
Which to pale man the wrath of heaven declare*,
Or terrifies the offending world with wars ;
In streamy sparkles, kindling all the skies,
From pole to pole the trail of glcry flies.
Thus his bright armour o'er the dazzled throng
Gleam'd dreadful, as the monarch flash'd along.

Him, near his tent, Meriones attends ;
Whom thus he questions: Ever best of friends!

say, m every art of battle skill'd,

What holds thy courage from so brave a field?
On some important message art thou bound,
Or bleeds my friend by some unhappy wound t
Inglorious here, my soul abhors to stay,
And glows with prospects of th* approaching day.

O prince ! (Meriones replies) whose care
Leads forth th' embattled sons of Crete to war;
This speaks my grief; this headless lance I wield;
The rest lies rooted in a Trojan shield.

To whom the Cretan : Enter, and receive
The wanted weapons ; those my tent can give;
Spears I have store, (and Trojan lances aU}
That shed a kistre round the illumin'd wall
Though I, disdainful of the distant war,
Nor trust the dart, or aim the uncertain spear,
Yet hand to hand I fight, and spoil the slain ;
And thence these trophies and these arms 1 gain.
Enter, and see on heaps the helmets rollM,
And high-hung spears, and shields that flame with gold*

Nor vain (said Merion) are our martial toils ;
We two can boast of no ignoble spoils.
But those my ship contains ; whence distant Jar,

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What need I mora ? if any Greek there be
Who knows not Merion, I appeal to thee.

To this, Idomeneus. The fields of fight
Have prov'd thy valour, and unconquer'd might;
And were some ambush for the foes deskn'd,
Pen there, thy courage would not lag behind.
In that sharp service singled from the rest,
The fear of each, or valour stands confest
No force, no firmness, the pale coward shows ; t
He shifts his place ; bis colour comes and goes';
A dropping sweat creeps cold on every part,
Against his bosom beats his quivering heart;
Tenor and death in his wild eye-balls stare ;
With chattering teeth be stands, and stiffening hair,
And looks a bloodless image of despair !
Not so the brave— still dauntless, still the same,
Unchang'd his colour, and unmov'd his frame;
Composed his thought, determin'd is his eye,
And fix'd his soul, to conquer or to- die :
If aught disturb the tenor of his breast,
Tis but the wish to strike before the rest

In such assays thy blameless worth is known,
And every art of dangerous war thy own.
By chance of fight whatever wounds you bore,
Those wounds were glorious ad, and all before ;
Such as may teach, 'twas still thy brave delight
T oppose thy bosom where the foremost fight
But why, like infants, cold to honour's charms,
Stand we to talk, when glory calls to arms?
Go — fioiri my conquer' d spears the choicest take,
And to their owners send them nobly back.

Swift at the word bold Merion snatch'd a spear,
And breathing slaughter follow'd to the war*
So Mars armipotent invades the plain
(The wide destroyer of the race of man,)
Terror, his best-lov'd son, attends his course,
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The pride of haughty warriors to confound,
And lay the strength of tyrants on the ground:
From Thrace they fly, call'd to the dire alarms
Of warring Phlegyans, and Ephyrian arms ;
Invok'd by both, relentless they dispose
To these dad conquest, murderous rout to those.
So marctrd the leaders of the Cretan train,
And their bright arms shot horror o'er the plain.

Then first spake Merion • Shall we join the right,
Or combat in the centre of the fight?
Or to the left our wonted succour lend ?
Hazard and fame all parts alike attend.
Not in the centre (Idomen replied)
Our ablest chieftains the main battle guide ;
Each godlike Ajax makes that post his care,
And gallant Teucer deals destruction there :
Skill'd, or with shafts to gall the distant field,
Or bear close battle on the sounding shield.
These can the rage of haughty Hector tame:
Safe in their arms, the navy fears no name,
Till Jove himself descends his bolt to shed,
And hurl the blazing ruin at our head.
Great roust he be, of more than human birth,
Nor feed like mortals on the fruits of earth,
Him neither rocks can crush, nor steel can wound,
Whom Ajax fells not on th' ensanguin'd ground.
In standing fight he mates Achilles' force,
Excelled alone in swiftness in the course.

Fierce as the God of battles, urg'd his pace.
Soon as the foe the shining chiefs beheld
Rush like a fiery torrent o'er the field,
Their force embodied in a tide they pour ;
The rising combat sounds along the shore.
As warring winds, m Sinus* sultry reign,
From different quarters sweep the sandy plain;

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