Howe'er, by stealth to snatch the corpse away, The goddess seats her by her pensive son,
We will not : Thetis guards it night and day. She prest his hand, and tender thus begun :
But haste, and summon to our courts above

“ How long, unhappy! shall thy sorrows flow; The azure qucen: let her persuasion move

And thy heart waste with life-consuming woe : Her furious son from Priam to receive

Mindless of food, or love, whose pleasing reign The proffer'd ransom, and the corpse to leave." . Snothes weary life, and softens human pain ? He added not : and Iris froin the skies,

O snatch the moments yet within thy power ; Swift as a whirlwind on the message flies.

No long to live, indulge the amorous hour ! Meteorous the face of Ocean sweeps,

Lo ! Jove himself (for Jove's commands I bear) Refulgent gliding o'er the sable deeps,

Forbids to tempt the wrath of Heaven too far. Between where Samos wite his forest spreads No longer then (his fury if thon dread) And rocky Imbrus lists its pointed heads.

Detain the relics of great Hector dead ; Down plung'd, the maid, (the parted waves Nor vent on senseless earth thy vengeance vain : resound)

But yield to ransom, and restore the slain.” She plungd, and instant shot the dark profound. To whom Achilles : “ Be the ransom given, As, bearing death in the fallacious bait,

And we submit, since such the will of Heaven.” From the bent angle sinks the leaden weight; While thus they commun'd, from thi Olyın pian So pass'd the goddess through the closing wave,

bowers Where Thetis sorrow'd in her sacred cave :

Jove orders Iris to the Trojan towers : There, plac'd amidst her melancholy train “ Haste winged goddess to the sacred town, (The blue-hair'd sisters of the sacred main) And urge her monarch to redeem his son ; Pensire she cat, revolving fates to come,

Alone, the Iljan ramparts let him leave, And wept her godlike son's approaching doom. And bear what stern Achilles may receive :

Then thus the goddess of the painted bow, Alone, for so we will : no Trojan near; “ Arise ! 0 Thetis, from thy seats below :

Except to place the dead with decent care, 'Tis Jove that calls." “And why" (the dame Some aged herald, who, with gentle band,.. replies)

May the slow mules and funeral car command. * Calls Jove his Thetis to the hated skies,

Nor let him death, nor let him danger, dread, Sad object as I am for heaveuly sight?

Safe through the foe by our protection led : Ah, may my sorrows ever shun the light!

Him Hermes to Achilles shall convey, Howe'er, be Heaven's almighty sire obeyd"> Guard of his life, and partner of his way. She spake, and veil'd her head in sable shade, Fierce as he is, Achilles' self shall spare Which Powing long, her graceful person clad ; His age, nor touch one venerable hair ; And forth she pac'd, majestically sad.

Some thought there must be in a soul so brave, Then through the world of waters they repair Some sense of duty, some desire to saye.” (The way fair Iris led) to upper air.

Then down her bow the winged Iris drives, The deeps dividing, o'er the coast they rise, And swift at Priam's mournful court arrives; And touch with momentary flight the skies, Where the sad sons beside their father's throne There in the lightning's blaze the sire they found, Sate bath'd "in tears, and answer'd groan with And all the gods in shining synod round.

And all amidst them lay thé hoary sire, (groan, Thetis approach'd with anguish in her face

(Sad scene of woe!) his face, his wrapt attire, (Minerva, rising, gave the mourner place ;) Conceal'd from sight; with frantic lụands he spread Ev'n Juno sought her sorrows to console,

A shower of ashes o'er his peek and head. And offer'd from hér hand the nectar bowl : From room to room his pensive daughters roam; She tasted, and resign'd it: then began

Whose shrieks and clamours fill the vaulted doine; The sacred sire of gods and mortal man :

Mindful of those, who, late their pride and joy, “ Thou com’st fair Thetis, but with griefo'ercast; Lie pale and breathless round the fields of Troy! Matírnal sorrows; lonz, ah long to last !

Before the king Jove's messenger appears,
Suffice, we know and we partake thy cares : And thus, in whispers, greets his trembling ears;
But yield to fate, and hear what Jove declares. “ Fear not, oh father! no ill news I bear;
Nine days are past, since all the court above From Jove I come, Jove makes thee still his care ;
In Hector's cause have mov'd the war of Jove For Hector's sake these walls he bids thee leare,
'Twas voted, Hermes from his godlike foe

And bear what stern Achilles may receive :
By stealth should bear him, but we will'd not so : Alone, for so he wills : no Trojan near,
We will, thy son himself the corpse restore, Except, to place the dead with decent care,
And to his i'onquest add this glory more.

Some aged herald, who, with gentle hand,
Then hie thée to him, and our mandate bear; May the slow mules and funeral car command.
Tell him he tempts the wrath of Heaven too far: Nor shalt thou death, nor shalt thou danger,
Nor let him more (ouir anger if he dread)

Vent his mad vengeance on the sacred dead : Safe through the foe by his protection led :
But yield to ransom and the father's prayer. Thee Hermes to Pelides shall convey,
The mournful father, Iris shall prepare,

Guard of thy life, and partner of thy way.
With gifts to sue ; and offer to his hands

Fierce as he is, Achilles' self shall spare Wháte'ér his honour asks, or heart demands.” Thy age,. nor touch one venerable hair ;

His word the silver-footed queen attends, Some thought there must be, in a soul so brave, And from Olympus' snowy tops descends.

Some sense of duty, some desire to save." Arriv'd, she heard the voice of loud lament,

She spoke, and vanish’d. Priam bids prepare And echoing groans that shook the lofty tent, His gentle mules, and harness to the car; His friends prepare the victim, and dispose There, for the gifts, a polish'd casket lay; Repast unheeded, while he vents his woes; His pious sons the king's command obey.

Then pass'd the monarch to his bridal-room, Have ye no griefs at home to fix you there;
Where cedar-beams the lofty roofs perfume, Am I the only object of despair
And where the treasures of his empire lay ; Am I become my people's common show,
Then call'd his queen, and thus began to say: Set up by Jove your spectacle of woe ?
" Unhappy consort of a king distrest!

No, you must feel him too; yourselves must fall ;
Partake the troubles of thy husband's breast : The same stern god to ruin gives you all :
I saw descend the messenger of Jove,

Nor is great Hector lost by me alone; Who bids me try Achilles' mind to move ;

Your sole defence, your guardian power, is gone ; Forsake these ramparts, and with gifts obtain I see your blood the fields of Phrygia drown, The corpse of Hector, at yon navy slain.

I see the ruins of your smoking town! Tell me thy thought: my heart impels to go O send me, gods! ere that sad day shall come, Through hostile camps, and bears me to the foe.” A willing ghost to Pluto's dreary dome !"

The boary monarch thus. Her piercing cries He said, and feebly drives his friends away: Sad Hecuba renews, and then replies:

The sorrowing friends his frantic rage obey.
"Ah! whither wanders thy distemper'd mind? Next on his sons his erring fury falls,
And where the prudence now, that aw'd mankind; Polites, Paris, Agathon, he calls;
Through Phrygia once, and foreign regions known; His threats Deïphobus and Dius hear,
Now all confus'd, distracted, overthrown?

Hippothoüs, Pammon, Helenus the seer,
Sungly to pass through hosts of foes ! to face And generous Antiphon : for yet these nine
(Oh heart of steel!) the murderer of thy race ! Surviv'd, sad relics of his numerous line :
To view that deathful eye, and wander o'er

• Inglorious sons, of an unhappy sire ! Trose hands, yet red with Hector's noble gore ! Why did not all in Hector's cause expire ? Alas! my lord! he knows not how to spare, Wretch that I am! my bravest offspring slain, And what his mercy, thy slain sons declare; You, the disgrace of Priam's house, remain ! So brave! so many fallin! To calm his rage, Nestor the brave, renown'd in ranks of war, Vain were thy dignity, and vain thy age.

With Troileus, dreadful on his rushing car, Jo-pent in this sad palace, let us give

And last great Hector, more than man divine, To grief, the wretched days we have to live. For sure he seem'd not of terrestrial line! Sull, still for Hector let our sorrows flow,

All those relentless Mars untimely slew, Born to his own and to his parents' woe!

And left me these, a soft and servile crew, Doom'd, from the hour his luckless life begun, Whose days the feast and wanton dance employ, To dogs, to valtures, and to Peleus' son!

Gluttons and natterers, the contempt of Troy ! Oh! in his dearest blood might lallay

Why teach ye not my rapid wheels to run, My rage, and these barbaritics repay !

And speed my journey to redeem my son ?" For ah ! could Hector merit thus, whose breath The sons their father's wretched age revere, Expir'd not meanly in unactive death?

Forgive his anger, and produce the car. He pour'd his latest blood in manly fight,

High on the scat the cabinet they bind : And fell a hero in his country's right.”

The new made car with solid beauty shin'd ; ** Seek not to stay me, nor my soul affright Box was the yoke, emboss'd with costly pains, With words of omen, like a bird of night”

And hung with ringlets to receive the reins; (Peply'd, unmor'd, the venerable man )

Nine cubits long, the traces swept the ground; “To Heaven commands me, and you urge in vain These to the chariot's polish'd pole they bound; Had any mortal voice th' injunction laid,

Then fixt a ring the running reins to guide, No aagur, priest or seer had been obey'd. And close beneath the gather'd ends were ty'd. A present goddess brought the high command, Next with the gifts (the price of Hector slain) I say, I heard her, and the word shall stand. The sad attendants load the groaning wain : 19, ye gods! obedient to your call :

Last, to the yoke the well-match'd mules they If ia yon camp your powers have dooin'd my fall,

Content-By the same hand let me expire! (The gift of Mysia to the Trojan king.)
Add to the slaughter'd son the wretched sire ! But the fair horses, long his darling care,
One cold embrace at last may be allow'd,

Himself receiv'd and harness'd to his car :
And my last tears flow mingled with his blood !!! Griev'd as he was, he not this task deny'd :

Froon forth his open'd stores, this said, he drew The hoary herald help'd him, at his side. Tselve costly carpets of refulgent hue,

While careful these the gentle coursers join'd, As many vests, as many mantles told,

Sad Hecuba approach'd with anxious mind; And twelve fair veils and garments stiff with gold. A golden bowl that foam'd with fragrant wine, T20 tripods next, and twice two chargers (Libation destin'd to the power divine) shine,

Held in her right, before the steeds she stands, With ten pure talents from the richest mine, And thus consigns it to the monarch's hands: And last a large well-labour'd bowl had place “ Take this, and pour to Jove ; that, safe from (The pledge of treaties once with friendly Thrace).

harms, Seem'd all too mean the stores he could employ, His grace restore thee to our roof and arms. For one last look to buy him back to Troy!

Since, victor of thy fears, and slighting mino, Lo! the sad father, frantic with his pain, Heaven, or thy soul, inspire this bold design: Aroand him furious drives his menial train :

Pray to that god, who high on Ida's brow In sain each slave with duteous care attends, Surveys thy desolated realms below, Each office hurts him, and each face offends. His winged messenger to send from high, * What make ye here? officious crowds,” (he And lead thy way with heavenly augury : eries)

Let the strong sovereign of the plumy race % Hence! por obtrude your anguish on my eyes. Tower on the right of yon etherial space.


That sign beheld, and strengthen'd from above, Through the dim shade the herald first apies Boldly pursue the journey mark'd by Jove; A man's approach, and thus to Priam cries : But if the god his augury denies,

I mark some foe's advance : O king! beware; Suppress thy impulse, nor reject advice,”

This hard adventure claims thy utmost care : “ 'Tis just” (said Priam)" to the sire above For, much I fear, destruction hovers nigh : To raise our hands ; for who so good as Jove ?” Our state asks counsel. Is it best to fly? He spoke, and bade th' attendant handmaid bring Or, old and helpless, at his feet to fall, The purest water of the living spring.

(Two wretched suppliants) and for mercy call for (Her ready hands the ewer and basou held;)

Th’afflicted monarch shiver'd with despair ; Then took the golden cup bis queen had fill'd; Pale grew his face, and upright stood his hair; On the mid pavement nours the rosy wine,

Sunk was his heart ; his colour went and came; Uplifts his eyes, and calls the power divine : A sudden trembling shook his aged frame: “Ob first, and greatest! Heaven's imperial When Hermes, greeting, touch'd his royal hand, Lord !

And gently thus accosts with kind demand : On lofty Ida's holy hill'ador'd !

“ Say whither, father! when each mortal sight To stern Achilles now direct my ways,

Is seal'd in sleep, thou wander'st through the And teach him mercy when a father prays.

night? If such thy will, dispatch from yonder sky

Why roam thy mules and steeds the plains along, Thy sacred bird, celestial augury !

Through Grecian focs, so numerous and so strong? Let the strong sovereign of the plumy race

What could'st thou hope, should these thy treasures Tower on the right of yon etherial space : So shall thy suppliant, strengthen'd from above, These, who with endless hate thy race pursue? Fearless pursue the journey marka by Jove." For what defence, alas ! could'st thou provide; Jove heard his prayer, and from the throne Thyself not young, a weak old man thy guide ? on high

Yet suffer not thy soul to sink with dread : Dispatch'd his bird, celestial augury !

From me no harm shall touch thy reverend head; The swift wing d chaser of the feather'd game, From Greece I'll guard thee too; for in those lines And known to gods by Percnos' lofty name.

The living image of my father shines." Wide as appears some palace-gate display'd,

Thy words that speak benevolence of mind, So broad, his pinions stretch'd their ample shade, Are true, my son!” (the godlike sire rejoin'd) As stooping dexter with resounding wings

“ Great are my hazards ; but the gods survey Th’imperial bird descends in airy rings.

My steps, and send thee, guardian of my way. A dawn of joy in every face appears

Hail, and be blest! for scarce of mortal kind The mourning matron dries her timorous tears : Appear thy form, thy feature, and thy mind." Swift on his car th' impatient monarch sprung ; “ Nor true are all thy words, nor erring wide," The brazen portal in his passage rung.

(The sacred messenger of Heaven reply'd); The mules preceding draw the loaded wain, “ But say, convey'st thou thro' the lonely plaius Chargʻd with the gifts : Idæus holds the rein: What yet most precious of thy store remains, The king himself his gentle steeds controls, To lodge in safety with some friendly hand : And through surrounding friends the chariot rolls Prepard, perchance, to leave thy native land ? On his slow wheels the following people wait, Or Ay'st thou now ? - What hopes can Troy Mourn at each step, and give him up to fate;

retain, With hands uplifted, eye him as he past,

Thy matchless son, her guard and glory, slain !" And gaz'd upon him as they gaz'd their last.

The king, alarm'd: “ Say what, and wbence Now forward fares the father on his way,

thou art, Through the lone fields, and back to Ilion they. Who search the sorrows of a parent's heart, Great Jove beheld him as he crost the plain, And know so well how godlike Hector dy'd ?" And felt the woes of miserable man.

Thus Priam spoke; and Hermes thus reply'di Then thus to Hermes : “ Thou whose constant cares “ You tempt me, father, and with pity touch: Still succour mortals, and attend their prayers; On this sad subject you inquire too much. Behold an object to thy charge consign'd : Oft have these eyes that godlike Hector viewid If ever pity touch'd thee for mankind,

In glorious fight, with Grecian blood embrued : Go, guard the sire; th’ observing fue prevent, I saw him when, like Jove, his flames he tost And safe conduct him to Achilles' tent.”

On thousand ships, and wither'd half an host : The god obeys, his golden pinions binds,

I saw, but help'd not: stem Achilles' ire And mounts incumbent on the wings of winds, Forbade assistance, and enjoy'd the fire. That high, through fields of air, his fight sustain, For him I serve, of Myrmidonian race; O'er the wide earth, and o'er the boundless main : One ship convey'd us from our native place; Then grasps the wand that causes sleep to ty, Polyctor is my sire, an honour'd napie, Or jn soft slumbers seals the wakeful eye;

Old like thyself, and not unknown to fame: Thus arm’d, sujft Hermes steers his airy way, Of seven his sons, by whom the lot was cast And stoops on Hellespont's resounding sea.

To serve our prince, it fell on me, the last. A beauteous youth, majestic and divine,

To watch this quarter my adventure falls : He seem'd; fair offspring of some princely line ! For with the morn the Greeks attack yoor walls; Now twilight veil'd the glaring face of day,

Sleepless they sit, impatient to engage, And clad the dusky fields in sober gray ;

And scarce their rulers check their martial rage" What time the herald and the hoary king

“ If then thou art of stern Pelides! train," (Their chariots stopping at the silver spring, (The mournful monarch thus rejoin'd again) That cireling Ilus' ancient marble fous)

Ah, tell me truly, where, oh! where are laid Allow'd their mules anal steeds a short repose. My son's dear relics? wbat befals him dead?

Hare dogs dismember'd (on the naked plains) Parewell: to shun Achilles' sight I fy:
Or yet unmangled rest his cold remains ?”

Uncommon are such favours of the sky,
• O favour'd of the skies!” (thus answer'd then Nor stand confest to frail mortality.
The power that mediates between gods and men)

Now fearless enter, and prefer thy prayers; "Nor dogs nor vultures have thy Hector rent, Adjure him by his father's silver hairs, But whole he lies, neglected in the tent :

His son, bis mother! urge him to bestow This the twelfth evening since he rested there, Whatever pity that stern heart can know." Untouch'd by worms, untainted by the air.

'Thus having said, he vanish'd from his eyes, Still as Aurora's ruddy beam is spread,

And in a moment shot into the skies: Round his friend's tomb Achilles drags the dead: The king, confirm'd from Heaven, alighted there, Yet undisfigur'd, or in limb or face,

And left his aged herald on the car. All fresh he lies, with every living grace,

With solemn pace through various rooms he went, Majestical in death! No stains are found

And found Achilles in his inner tent:
O’er all the corpse, and clos'd is every wound; There sate the bero; Alcimus the brave,
Though many a wound they gave. Some heavenly And great Automedon, attendance gave:

These serv'd his person at the royal feast :
Some band divine, preserves him ever fair: Around, at awful distance, stood the rest.
Or all the host of Heaven, to whom he led

Unseen by these, the king his entry made: A life so grateful, still regard him dead.”

And, prostrate now before Achilles laid, Thus spoke to Priam the celestial guide!

Sudden (a venerable sight) appears; And joyful thus the royal sire reply'd :

Embrac'd his knees, and bath'd his hands in tears; " Blest is the man who pays the gods above Those direful hands his kisses press'd, embrued The constant tribute of respect and love;

Ev'n with the best, the dearest of his blood! Those who inhabit the Olympian bower

As when a wretch (who, conscious of his crime, My son forgot not, in exalted power;

Pursued for murder, dies his native clime) And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind, Just gains some frontier, breatbless, pale, amaz'd! Er'n to the ashes of the just, is kind,

All gaze, all wonder: thus Achilles gaz'd: But thou, oh generous youth! this goblet take, Thus stood th' attendants stupid with surprise ; A pledge of gratitude, for Hector's sake;

All mute, yet seem'd to question with their eyes: And, while the favouring gods our steps survey,

Each look'd on other, none the silence broke, Safe to Pelides' tent conduct my way.

Till thus at last the kingly suppliant spoke: To whom the latent god : “ king, forbear “ Ah think, thou favourd of the powers diviac ! To tempt my youth, for apt is youth to err: Think of thy father's age, and pity mine! But can I, absent from my prince's sight,

In me, that father's reverend image trace, Take gifts in secret, that must shun the light? Those silver hairs, that venerable face; What from our master's interest thus we draw, His trembling limbs, his helpless person, sce! Is but a licens'd theft that 'scapes the law.

In all my equal, but in misery! Respecting him, my soul adjures th' offence; Yet nox, perhaps, some turn of human fate And, as the crime, I dread the consequence.

Expels bim helpless from his peaceful state; Thee, far as Argos, pleas'd I could convey ; Think, from some powerful foe thou see'st him dy, Guard of thy life, and partner of the way :

And beg protection with a feeble cry. On thee attend, thy safety to maintain,

Yet still onc comfort in his soul may rise;
O'er pathless forests, or the roaring main.” He bears his son still lives to glad his eyes;

He said, then took the chariot at the bound, And, hearing, still may hope a better day
And snatch'd the reins, and whirl'd the lash around! May send him thee, to chase that foe away.
Before th' inspiring god, that urg'd them on, No comfort to my griefs, no hopes, remain :
The coursers fly, with spirit not their own. 'The best, the bravest, of my sons are slain!
And now they reach'd the naval walls, and found Yet what a race! ere Greece to Ilion came,
The guards repasting, while the bowls go round: The pledge of many a lov'd and loving dame!
On these the virtue of his wand he tries,

Nineteen one mother bore-Dead, all are dead!
And pours deep slumber on their watchful eyes; How oft, alas! has wretched Priam bled !
Then hear'd the massy gates, remov'd the bars, Still one was left, their loss to recompense;
And o'er the trenches led the rolling cars.

His father's bope, his country's last defence. Unseen, through all the hostile camp they went, Him too thy rage has slain! beneath thy steel, And now approach'd Pelides' lofty tent.

Unhạppy, is his country's cause he fell! Of fir the roof was rais'd, and cover'd o'er

“ For him, through hostile camps I bend ray With reeds collected from the marshy shore ;

way, And, fenc'd with palisades, a hall of state,

For him, thus prostrate at thy feet I lay; (The work of soldiers) where the hero sate. Large gifts proportion'd to thy wrath I bear; Large was the door, whose well-cumpacted strength o hear the wretched, and the gods revere ! A solid pine-tree barr'd, of wonderous length; “ Think of thy father, and this face behold! Scarce three strong Greeks could lift its mighty See him in mc, as helpless and as old! weight,

Though not so wretched: there he yields to me, Bat great Achilles singly clos'd the gate.

The first of men in sovereign misery! This Hermes (such the power of gods!) set: wide; Thus forc'd tu kneel, thus groreling to embrace Then swift alighted the celestial guide,

The scourge and ruin of my realm and race: And thus revealid" Hear, prince! and understand Suppliant my cbildren's murierer to jinplore, Thou ox'st thy guidance to no mortal haod: And kiss those hands yet reeking with their gore!" Hermes I am, descended from above,

These words soft pity in the chief inspire, The king of arts, the messenger of Jove.

Toucb'd with the dear remembrance of his sire:

Then with his hand (as prostrate still he lay) “ More me no more!" (Achilles thus replica,
The old man's check he gently turn'd away. While kiudling anger sparkled in his eyes);
Now each by turns indulg'd the gush of woe; “ Nor seek by tears my steady soul to bend ;
And now the mingled tides together flow;

To yield thy Hector, I myself intend :
This low on earth, that gently hending o'er, For know, from Jove my goddess-mother came
A father one, and one a son, deplore:

(Old Ocean's daughter, silver-footed dame); But great Achilles different passions rend,

Nor com'st thou but by Heaven : nos com’st alone, And now his sire he mourns, and now his frieud. Some god iinpels with courage not thy own : 'Th' infectious softness through the herocs ran; No human hand the weighty gates unbarrd, One universal solcmn shower began;

Nor could the boidest of our youth have dar'd They bore as heroes, but they felt as man. To pass our out-works, or clude the guard. Satiate at length with unavailing woes,

Cease; lest, neglectful of high Jore's command, From the high throne divine Achilles rose;

I show thee, king! thou tread'st on hostile land; The reverend monarch by the band he rais'd ; Release my knees, thy suppliant arts give o'er, On his white beard and form majestic gaz'd, And shake the purpose of my soul no more." Not unrelenting: then serene began

The sire obey'd him, trembling and o'er-aw'd. With words to soothe the miserable man :

Achilles, like a lion, rush'd abroad;. “ Alas! whilt weight of anguish hast thou known, Automedon and Alcimus attend Unhappy prince! thus guardless and alone (Whom most he honour'd since he lost his friend); To pass through foes, and thus undaunted face These to unyoke the mules and horses went, The man wbose fury has destroy'd thy race! And led the hoary herald to the tent; Heaven sure has arm'd thee with a heart of steel, Next heap'd on high the numerous presents bear A strength proportion'd to the woes you feel. (Great Hector's ransom) froin the polish'd car, Rise then : let reason mitigate our care:

Two splendid mantles, and a carpet spread,
To mourn, avails not: man is born to bear. They leave, to cover and inwrap the dead.
Such is, alas! the gods' severe decree :

Then call the handmaids, with assistant toil
They, only they, are blest, and only free. To wash the body and anoint with oil,
Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, Apart from Priam; left th' unhappy sire,
The source of evil one, and one of good;

Provok'd to passion, once more rouse to ire
From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, The stern Pelides; and nor sacred age,
Blessings to these, to those distributes ills; Nor Jove's command, should check the rising rage. :
To most, he mingles both: the wretch decreed This done, the garments o'er the corpse they spread;
To taste the bad, unaix'd, is curst indeed; Aebilles lifts it to the funeral bed :
Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, Then, while the body on the car they laid,
He wanders, outcast both of Earth and Heaven. He groans, and calls on lor'd Patroclus' shade:
The happiest taste not happiness sincere ;

“ If, in that gloom which never light must know, But find the cordial draught is dash'd with care. The deeds of mortals touch the ghosts below: Who more than Peleus shone in wealth and power! O friend! forgive me, that I thus fulfil What stars concurring blest his natal hour! (Restoring Hector) Heaven's unquestion'd will. A realm, a goddess, to his wishes given;

The gifts the father gave, be ever thine, Grac'd by the gods with all the gifts of Heaven. To grace thy manes, and adorn thy shrine.”. One evil, yet, o'ertakes his latest day :

He said, and, entering, took his seat of state, No race succeeding to imperial sway;

Where full before him reverend Priam sate: An only son; and he (alas !) ordain'd

To whom, compos'd, the godlike chief begunTo fall untimely in a foreign land.

“ Lo! to thy prayer restor’d, thy breathless son; See him, in Troy, the pious care decline

Extended on the funeral couch he lies; Of his weak age, to live the curse of thine! And, soon as morning paints the eastern skies, Thou too, old man, hast happier days beheld; The sight is granted to thy longing eyes. In riches once, in children once, excelld; But now the peaceful hours of sacred night Extended Phrygia own') thy ample reign,

Demand refection, and to rest invite: And all fair Lesbos' blissful seats contain,

Nor thou, O father! thus consum'd with woe, And all. wide Hellespont's vnmeasur'd main. The common cares that pourish life forego. But since the god his hand has pleas'd to turn, Not thus did Niobe, of forin divine, And fill thy measure from his bitter urn,

A parent once, whose sorrows equall'd thine ; What sees the Sun, but hapless beroes' falls ? Six youthful sons, as many blooming maids, War and the blood of men surround thy walls! In one sad day beheld the Stygian shades; What must be, must be. Bear thy lot, nor shed These by Apollo's silver bow were slain, These unavailing sorrows o'er the dead;

Those, Cynthia's arrows stretch'd upon the plain : Thou canst not call him from the Stygian shore, So was her pride chastisd by wrath divine, But thou, alas ! may'st live, to suffer more!" Who match'd her own with bright Latona's line;

To whom the king: “Oh, favour'd of the Skies ! But two the goddess, twelve the queen enjoy'd: Here let me grow to earth! since Hector lies Those boasted twelve th'avenging two destroy'd. On the bare beach depriv'd of obscquies.

Steep'd in their blood, and in the dust outspread, On, give me Hector! to my eyes restore

Nine days, neglected, lay expos'd the dead; His corpse, and take the gifts : I ask no more. None by to weep them, to inhume them none Thou, as thou may'st, these boundless stores (For Jove had turn'd the nation all to stone): enjoy;

The gods themselves at length, relenting, gare Safe may'st thou sail, and turn thy wrath from Troy; Th’ unhappy race the honours of a grare. So shall thy pity and forbearance give

Herself a rock (for such was Heaven's high will). A weak old man to see the light and live !!! Through deserts wild now pours a weeping rilli


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