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ILIAD.

BOOK XVII.

THE ARGUMENT.

Thefeventh Battle for the Body of Patroclus : The ABs
of Menelaus,

MENELAUS, upon the death of Patroclus, de-
fends his body from the enemy : Euphorbus, who
attempts it, is (lain. HeAor advancing, Menelaus
retires ; but fbon returns with Ajax, and drives him
off. This Glaucus objects to Hoftor as a flight, who
thereupon puts on the armour he had won from Pa-
troclus, and renews the battle. The Greeks give
way, till Ajaz rallies them : ^neas fuftains the
Trojans, ^neas and Hei£tor attempt the chariot of
Achilles, which is borne off by Automedon. The
faorfes of Achilles deplore the death of Patroclus;
Jupiter covers his body with a thkk darknefs : The
noble prayer of Ajax on that occaHon. Menelaus
iends Antilocfaus to Achilles with the news of Pa-
iroclus*s death : Then returns to the fight, where^
though attacked with the utmoft fury, he and Me-
riones, affiftedby the Ajaxes, bear off the body to the
(hips.

The time it the evening of the eight and twentieth
day. The icene lies in the fields before Troy.
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ON the cold earth divine Patroclos fpread.
Lies pierc'd with wounds among the vuigsr
dead.
Great Menelaas, touched ^th gen*rous wo,
Springs to the front, and guards iiim from the foe :
Thtis round her new-faU*n young the heifer moves.
Fruit of her throes, and firft-born of her foves;
^nd anxious, (hdplefs as he lies, and bare).
Turns, and re-turns her, with a mother's care.
Oppos*d to each that near the carcafe came.
His broad (hield glimmers, and his lances flam^

The (on of Panthus, fkill'd the dart to fend.
Eyes the dead hero, and infults the friend.
This hand, Atrides, laid Patroclus low;
Warrior ! defifl, nor tempt an equal blow :
To roc the fpoils my proweis won, refign :
Depart with life, and leave the glory mine.

The Trojan thus : The Spartan monarch burn'd
With gen*rous anguilb, and in fcorn rctarn*d.
Laugh*(l thou not, Jove! from thy fuperior throne.
When mortals boaft of prowcft not their own ?
Not thus the lion glories in his might,
Nor panther braves his fpotted foe in fight ;
Nor thus the boar, (thofe terrors of the plain) ;
Man only vaunts his force, and vaunts in vain.
But far the vaincft of the boaftful kind,
Theic ions of Panthus' vent their haughty mind.
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% fiOMEBL'5 ILIAD. XVII. ay.

Yet *twas but late, beneath i»y conqu'ring ftcci.
This boaftcr*s brother, Hypercnor, fell;
AgainA: our arm, which rafhly he defy'd,
VaiQ was bis vigour, and as vain his pride :
Thefc^ycs behdd him blithe doftejtpiffc,
Nd more to ^heer his fjioufc, or glad his fire.
Prefumptuous youth! like his (hail be thy dodm;
Go, wait thy brotfci^ to thc^gian gloofW ;
Or, while thov inay*&,.^6id thetbreatcRM fate :
Fools ilay to' fc^l h, and ai-« wif&too late.

UjunovM, Eupborbus cbUs r Tfaitt'aaion liDown,
Come, for irty brother*i blood, repa^ thy^own*
His weeping father ^claims thy defHn*db«ad,
And fpoufi^ a Widow in- her bridal bed.
On tbefe thy con^uer*d ipoils I (hall beilov,
To (both a confoiit's and a parent's i^e.
No longer then defer the glorious (bife»
Let heav*n decide <mr foWttne, fame, and life.
Swift as^ the word the atlffive lance he fCm^f
The wdl'aimM weapon jon the bucliler rings;
But, blunted 4>f the J>rai3, innoxious falls*
On Jove the father, great Atrides calls ;
Nor flies the javMio from. his arm in vain.
It pierced his throat, and beBt4iim to the plain :
Wide through the neck appears the grifly wonnd.
Prone fmks the warrior, and bis arms reibund.
The (hining circlets of his golden hair.
Which ev'n the. Graces might be proud to wear,
Inftarr*d with gems and gold, be0row the ihore.
With duft di(hoQour*d, and deformed with gore.

As the young olive, in fome fylvan Xcene,
Crown'd by frefli fountains with eternal green.



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HOTVIER's ILIAD. XVII. 55.

'Lifts the gay head, in ftiowy flowVcts fair,
And plays and dances to the gen tk air ;
When lo! a whirlwind from high bcav*n ipvadcs
The tender plant, and withers all its (hades :
'It lies uprooted from its genial bed,
A lovely puin, now dcfac'A and dead. .
Thus young, thus beautifal, J^uphorbus lay.
While the fierce $lpartan tore hi^ ,arii;& away*
Proud of bis deeij, and glorious ia the prize,
Affrighted Tijoy the tow*ring''v<do* flies :
Flies, as befora fome mouDtarQ-Uon^'s 9"€
The village^ttr#, and- trembling fwajns wtirc ;
When o'er. the HawghtcrM btill they hear him roar.
And fee his jaws diftil with fmoking gore ;
All pale with fear, at diftancc fcatter'd round.
They (hout incedant, a^d the vales refou^d.

Meanwl^ile Apollo vicya^d with emtious^eyes.
And urg'd great Hc^r 'to difpute the prize,
* (la Mentis* ihape, beneath wbofe martial. care
The rough Ciponians leamM the trade of war) :
Forbear (he cry*d) with fruitlefi fpeed to chace
Achilles* courfcrs, of aetherial race ;
They ft«op not thefe to mortal man's command,
Or (loop to none but great Achi(les* hand.
Too long amus'd with a purfuit Co vain, ,
Torn, and behold the brave Euphorbus flain I
By Sparta flain ! for ever now -Tuppred
The fire which burn'd in that undaunted breafl!
Thus having fpoke, Apollo- wing'd his flight.
And mix*d with mortals.in the toils of fight :
His words infix*d unutterable care'
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lo H O M E R's ILIA D. XVII. 91.

He darts his anxious eye; and inilant view'd

The breathiefs hero id his blood embruM,

(Forth welling from the wound, as prone he lay),

And in the victor's hands the (hining prey.

Sheath *d in bright arms, through cleaving ranks he

flies.
And fends his voice in thunder to the flcies :
Fierce as a flood of flame by Vulcan fent,
It flew, and flr*d the nations as it went.
Atrides from the voice the ftorm divin'd,
And thus explor*d his own unconquer*d mind.

Then fliailr I quit Patrodus on the'plain.
Slain in my caufe, and for my honour flain ?
Defert the arms, the reliques of my friend ?
Or, fingly, Heftor and his troops attend?
Sure where fuch partial favour heav'n beftow'd.
To brave the hero, were to brave the god :
Forgive me, Greece, if once I quit the field :
'Tis not to Heftor, but to heav'n I yield.
Yet, not the god, nor heav*n fliould give me fear,
Did but the voice of Ajax reach my ear :
Still would we turn, (till battle on the plains,
And give Achilles all that .yet remains
Of his and our Patroclus — This, no more
The time allow'd : Troy thickcn*d on the fliore,
A fable fcene! The Terrors Hcftor led.
Slow he recedes, and, fighing, quits the dead.

So from the fold th* unwilling lion parts,
Forc'd by loud clamours, and a ftorm of darts;
He flies indeed, but threatens as he flies,
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HOMER*s ILIAD. XVII. fai. it

Now cnterM in the Spartan ranks, he curn*d
His maoly bread, aqd with new fury burn'd.
0*er all the black battalions ient his view.
And through the cloud the godlike Ajax knew ;
Where lab'ring on the left the warrior dood.
All grim in arms, and cover'd o*er with blood.
There breathing courage, where the god of day
Had funk each heart with terror and difmay.

To him the king. - Oh Ajax, oh my friend!
Hade, and Patroclus* lo?'d remains defend ;
The body Co Achilles to reilore
Demands our care; alas, we cm no more !
For naked now, defpoird of arms he lies.
And He^or glories in the dazzling prize.
He faid, and touch'd his heart. The raging pair
Pierce the thick battle, and proYoke the war.
Already had fiern Hector feiz'd his head,
And doom*d to Trojan dogs th* unhappy dead ;
iBut (bon (as Ajaxrear'd his tow'r-like ihield)
Sprung to his car, and meafur'd back the field ;
His train to Troy the radiant armour bear.
To (land a trophy of his fame in war.

Meanwhile great Ajax (his broad (hield difplay*d)
Guards the dead hero with the dreadful (hade ;
And now before, and now behind he (lood :
Thus in the center of fome gloomy wood.
With many a (lep the lioaefs fiirrounds
Her tawny young, befet by men and hounds ;
Elate her heart, and roufing all her pow*rs,
Park o*cr the fiery balls each hapgiog eye-brow
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JFaft by his fide the gcn'roos Spartad glow!
With great revenge, and feeds his inw&rd woes.

But Glaucas, leader of the Lyeiau aids,'
OnrHeftor frowning, iImis hi$ rfight upbraids.
Where now in Heftor ftiallwc Heftor ifihd^
A manly form, without a liianly mind.
Is this, O chief, a Bero's boaftcd fame ?
How vain, without the inerit^ is the name ?
-Since battle is rtnounc'd, thy thoughts ttaphy
What other methods may preferve ihy Troy :
' ris time to try if Ilion*s ftate Can ffand
By, thee alone, nor aik a foreign hand ;
Mean, empty boail ! but (hall the Lycian's (fake
Their^lives for you ? thofe Lycians ybu forfake ?
What from thy thanklefs arms'^an we expert ?
Thy friend Sarpedon proves thy bafe negleiJl :
Say, ^all our ilaughtcr*d bodies guard your waits.
While unreveng*d the great Sarpedon fells ?
Ev*n -where he dy*d for Troy,7ou left him there,
A feafts for dogs, and all the fowls of iir.
Oniny command if any Lycian wait.
Hence let him march, and give up Troy to fate.
Bid fuch a fpirit as the gods impart
Impel one Trojan hand, or Trojan heart:
(Such, as (hould burn in ev'ry foul, that draws
The fword for glory, arid his country's caufe) ;
Ev'n yet our mutual arms we niight employ,
And drag yon carcafe to the walls of Troy.
O ! were Patroclus oQr$, we might obtain
Sarpedon's arms, and horiour'4 cdrfc again 1
Greece with Achilles' friend (hould be repaid, ^
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HOMER^S ILIAP. XVir. 183, 13^.

But words are vaiiv— *— Let Ajax once appear.
And He£tor trembles and recedes with fear;
Thou dar'0 not meet the terrors of his eye ;
And io! already thou prepar*ft to Hy.

The Trojan chief with fix'd refentmeot ey*d
The Lycian leader, and fedate reply*d.

Say, is it juft (my friend) that Hector's ear
From fnch a warrior fuch a fpeech ihould hear ?
I deem*d thee once the wifeft of thy kinjl.
But ill this infult ioits a prudent mind.
I (hun great Ajax ! I A^iert my train !
'Tis min^ to prpre the raOi ailertion vain ;
I joy to mingle where the battle, bleeds.
And hear the thooder of the founding deeds*
But Jovc*s high will is ever uncontrolled^
The (Irong he withers, and confounds the bold ;
Now crowns with fame the migi|ty> man^ and now .
Strikes the frefli $»he4 £rom the vifioc's brow t
Come, thro* yon fqnadrons let 19s hew the way, ,
And thou be witneTs, if 1 fear to-day ; .
If yet a Greek the (ight of HeAor dread.
Or yet their hero dare defend the dead.

Then turning to the mittisX hods, he crks^
Ye Trojani, I>ardans,.Lycians, and allies!
Be men (my friends) in action as in name.
And yet be mindful of your ancient fame. •
HeOor in proud AcbiUes* arms (ball (hinc,
Tom from his friend, by right of conqveft oiiii^

He (Irode along the field at thus he iaid :
(The iable plnniage nodded o'er his head) 3
Swift thra* the fpadous phdn he lent a look ^
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The didant band, that on the (andy (bore

The radiant fpoils to facrcd I lion bore.

There bis own mail unbrac'd the field beftrov^d ;

His train to Troy cdnvey*d the mafly load.

Now blazing in th' immortal arms he (lands, "^

The work and prefcnt of celeflial hands ;

By aged Pc'fciis to Achilles giv'n,

As firft to PeleUsby the court of hciav'n :

His father's arms not long AchiUes wears,

Forbid by fate to reach his father's^ years.

Him, proud in triumph, glitt*ring from afar.
The god whoft thunder rendi the tl?4ttbled air,-'
Beheld with pity'; as apart he Tat, -
And confcloits, lookM thro* all the fbeneof fate.
He (hook the (kcred honouts of hrs head ;
Olympus trembled, and the godhead Gii :
Ah ! wrAched man ! unmindful-of thy end!
A roomcn'^*^ gioryl and what fate* attend ?
In heav*nly panoply diTindy bright
Thou (land*ft, and armies tremble at thy (ight.
As at Achilles' (Hf ! beneath thy dart
Lies (lain the great Achilles' dearer part :
Tbou from the mighty dead thoTe arms htft torn,
Which once the greateft of mankind had wora.
Yet live ! I give thee one illu(Uious day,
A blaze of glory ere thou fad'ft away.
For ah ! no mere Andromache (hall come,
With-joyfiii tears to welcome HcQor home ;
No more o(ficious, with endearing charms.
From thy tir*d limbs unbrace PeUdes' arms!
Then with his iable brow he gave the nod.
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The ftubborn arms (by Jove*s command difposM)
Conform'd fpontaneous, aiid around hlas clos*d ;
Fiird with the god, orvlarg'd his membek'S grew.
Through all bis Wihs a fuddcn Tigoi!if-fl«w,
The blood in briflcer tidct began to roil.
And Mars hinifelf came ruftiing on hrsfbuK

. Exhorting loud th^bugh all thc.^eld He fti^if, '

And look*d, and movM, Achilles/ or a God.

Now Mefthles, Giaucus, Medon, he Infijliris, ''

Now PhorcySj'Ghtomius, arid Hyppothous fires;

The great Therfilochus like fury found,

AOeropaeus kindled at the found, '

And Ennomus in augury renown'd^

Hear all ye hblii, arid heat unnumber'd bands

Of neighbVing nations, or of diftaiit lands f ^

Twas not for daCe we fummoil'd you fi f^r.

To boaft our numbers, and the poUip bf war;

Ye came to fight ; a valiant foe to chafe, ' ' '

To fave our prefertt, ami our future racei

Por this our wealth, our produ^h^ you enjoy.

And glean thb reliques of exhtuded Troy!

Now then to conquer or to die prepare.

To die or conquer, arc the terms of war.

Whatever hand ihalt win Patrodiis dtAn,

Whoe'er (hall drag him to the Troja^i tmin,

With He£br*s felf ibaU equal hoi^oun claim ;

With He£tor pan the fpoil, and (hare the lime;

Fir*d by his words, the troops difinifs their fears,
They join, they thicken, they protend their fpears ;
Foil on the Greeks they drive in firni array.
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Vaia hope ! what numbers fliall the ficl4 o*crfpread^.
What vi^ttms periih round the mighty^ilead ?

Great Ajax oaarfc'd the growing ftorm from far^.
And thus befpoke hit. brother of the War :
Our fatal day, alas ! is come, (my friend,)
And all our wars and glories at an end !
'Tis not thiscorie alone we guard in vain,
€ondeiDn*d to vultures on the Trojan plain ; .
We too muft yield ; the fame fad fate muft fall
On thee, on me^ perhaps (my friend) on all.
See what a tempeft direful He£br fpreads.
And lo ! it burds, it thunders pn our heads !
Call on our Greeks, if any hear the call.
The braveft Greeks iThis hour demands them alL^
The warrior rai&*dhis voice, and wide atound
The field re-tCchoM the diftrefsful found-
Oh chiefs! oh princes T to whoiehand is giv'n
The rule of men ; whole glory is from h^v*n I
Whom with due honpurs both Atrides girace ;
Ye guides and guardians of our Ar^ve race !
All> whom tbU well knsi^wn voice Ihall reach from far,.
All, whom I iee nqt ibfP^gh this cload of war i *

Come all ! let gen'rous rage your arms cm ploy »
And iave Patroclus from the dogs of Ti^y* -

Oilean Ajax firft tkfi voice obey'd> .
Swift was his pace, and ready was his aid;;
Next him* IdomeBeus, more flow with. age,
And Merion,. luimiag with a. hero's nge*
The long fucceedkg nuniibers who cao name ?
But all were Greeks, and eager alL for ftmo.

Fierce to the Charge great Hector led the throng ;:
Whole Troy iitfbodkd, raih*^ with ihontf aloog.



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Thus when a mountain-billow fbanas and rsfeSf
Where fomc fvoln river drfembogoes his waves,
Full la the owuth is ftopp'd the rufcing tide,
The boiling ocean works from fkfe to fide.
The river trembles to its utmoft fborc.
And dfftant rocks rebellow to the roar.

Nor lefs refolvM, the firm Achaian band
With brazen ftiields in horrid circle ftand :
Jove, pouring darkncfs o'er the mmgled fight,
Conceals the warriors (hining helms in night :
To him, the chief for whom the hofts contend,
Had iiv*d not hateful, for he iiv'd a friend :
Dead he protects him with faperior care.
Nor dooms his carcafe to the birds of ahr.

The firfl attack the Grecians fcarce fuftaTn,
Repuls'd, they yield, the Trojans feize the flain :
Then fierce they raHy, to revenge led on
By the fwift rage of Ajax Telamon ;
( Ajax to Peleus* fon the fecond name.
In graceful ftatore next, and next in fame.)
With headlong force the foremod ranks he tore;
So through the thicket burfts Che mountain-boar,
And ruddy fcatters, far to diCVant round.
The frighted hunter, and the baying hound.
The fon of Lethus, brave, Pelafgus* heir,
Hippothous, dragged the carcafe through the war ;
The finewy ankles bor'd, the feet he bound
With thongs, infertcd through the double wound :
]n<;viC3ble fate o*ertakes the deed ;
Doom*d by great Ajax* vengeful lance to bleed ;
It cleft the helmet's brazen cheeks in twain ;
The (hattcr'd preft, and horfc hair ftrow the plain :
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Wkh nerves relax'd he tumbles to the ground :
The brain comes gufbing from the ghattly wound :
He drops Patroclus foot, and o'er him fpread
Now lies, a fad coropanioa of the dead :
Far from Larida lies, his native 4iir,
And ill requites his parents tender car*.
Lamented youth ! in life's ^rfl bloom he fell.
Sent by great- Ajax to the ibades of hell.

Once more at Ajax, Heftor'sjav'lin flies ;
The Grecian marking as it cut the (kies,
Shunn'd the dcicending death ; whtcb hifling ou,
Stretch'd in the duft the great Iphytus* fon,
Schcdius the brave, of all the Phocian kind
The boldeft warrior, and the noblcd mind :
In little Panope for Orength rcuown*d.
He held his feat, and rul'd the realms around.
PIungM in his throat, the weapon drank his blood.
And deep tranfpiercing, through the Shoulder flood.;
In clanging arms the hero fell, and all
The fields refounded with his weighty fall.
Phorcys, as flain Hippothous he defends.
The Telamonian lance his belly rends ;
The hollow armour burft before the Ilroke,
And through the wound the rulhing entrails broke.
In ftrong con vuUions. panting on the fands
He lies, and grafps the duft with dying hands.

Struck at the fight, recede th^ Trojan train :
The Ihouting Argives ft rip the heroes flain.
And now had Troy, by Greece compeird to yield,
Fled to her ramparts, and refign'd. the field :
Greece in her native fortitude elate,
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HOM£fe.*s ILlAb. XVri. 3t5. 10

But Phoebus urgM .^cas to tlie fight:
He feem'd like aged Pcriphas to fight :
(A herald in Anchifes* love grovi'n old,
Revcr'd for prudence, and with p:udence, bold).

Thus he— .What methods yet, oli chief ! remain,
To fi.ve your Troy, though heav*n its fall ordain ?
There have been heroes, who by virtuous care^
By valour, nunrbers, and by arts of war.
Have forc'd the pcwVs to Tpare a finking ilotc.
And gained at length the glorious odds of fate. ,
But "you, when fortune fmiles, when Jove declares
His partial favour, and alUlli: your wars,
Your l]3amcful efforts 'gaioft youriclvcs employ^
And force th* unwilling god to ruin Troy.

yEneas through the form aflumM dcfcries
The pow'r conceal'dv and thus to Heftor crics^.
Oh lading (hame ! to our own fears a prey,
Wc feefc our ramparts, arid defert th-e day.
A pod (ooris he lefs) my bolbm wai^m*,
And^Ustne, Jove^ilerts the Trojan arnrs.

He rpokc, and foremoft to the combat Hew i
The bold example all his bofls purfue.
Then firft, Leocritus beneath him bled,
In vain bclov'd by valiant Lycomcde ;
Who view'd his fall, and grievinf at the chance.
Swift to revenge it, fisnt his angry lance :
The whirliagdmnce, with vigVous force aildreft,
Defcends, and pants-in Apiikon's brcaft ,:
From rich Paeonia*$ vales the warrior came, .
Next thee, Aderopaeus ! in place and fame.
Afteropieus with grief beheld the flain.
And niHiM to combat, but he ni(h*d in vain ;
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Indiflblubly firm, around the dead,

Rank within rank, on buckler buckler fpread,

Aud hemm'd with briftied fpears, the Grecians dood i

A brazen bulwark, and an iron wood.

Great Ajax eyes them with incefTant care.

And in an otb contrails the crouded war,

Qofe ifi the ranks, commands to fight or fall,

And ftands the centre and the foul of all :

Fix'd on the ^^ot they war, and wounded, wound^

A fan^ttine torrent ftecps the recking grocrad ;/

On heaps the Greeks, on heaps the Trojans bled»

And thick'ning round them, rife the hills of dead^

Greece, in dofe order, and coUe^ed might,
Tet fuffers lead, and fways the war'ring light;
Fierce as confliding fires, the combat burns.
And now it ri&s, now it finks by turai .
In one thick darkncft all the fight was loft ;


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