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Entellus, thus : “ My soul is still the same; Entellus wastes his forces on the wind;
And weighty limbs, his ancient mother press'd, Oh, could I turn to that fair prime again,
Su falls a hollow pine, that long had stood That prime, of which this boaster is so vain ! On Ida's height, or Erymanthus' wood, The brave who this decrepit age deties,
Torn from the roots : the ditlering nations rise,
He lays on load with either hand, amain,
And headlong drives the Trojan o'er the plain, Renounc'd his challenge, and refus'd to fight. Nor stops, nor stays; nor rest nor breath allows, Astonish’d at their weight the hero stands, But storms of strokes desceud about his brows; And pois'd the ponderous engines in his hands. A rattling tempest, and a bail of blows. “What had your wonder,” said Entellas, “ been, But now the prince, who saw the wild increase Had you the gauntlets of Alcides seen,
Of wounds, commands the combatants to cease : Or view'd the stern debate on this unhappy green ! And bounds Entellus' wrath, and bids the peace. These which I bear, your brother Eryx bore, First on the Trojan, spent with toil, he came, Still mark'd with batter'd brains and mingled gore. And sooth'd his sorrow for the suffer'd shame. With these he long sustain'd th' Herculean arın; “ What fury seiz'd my friend? the gods," said And these I wielded while my blood was warm:
he, This languish'd frame while better spirits fed, “ To him propitious, and averse to thee, Ere age unstrung my nerves, or time o'ersnow'd my Have giv'n his arm superior force to thine; But, if the challenger these arms refuse, Ihead. 'Tis madness to contend with strength divine." And cannot wield their weight, or dare not use; The gauntlet fight thus ended, from the shore If great Æneas and Acestes join
His faithful friends unhappy Dares bore : In his request, these gauntlets I resign:
His mouth and nostrils pour'd a pmple flood; tæt us with equal arms perform the fight,
And pounded teeth came rushing with his blood. And let him leave to fear, since I resign my right.” Faintly he stagger'd through the hissing throng; This said, Entellus for the strife prepares; And hung his head, and trail'd his legs along. Stript of his quilted coat, his body bares : The sword and casque are carry'd by bis train ; Compos'd of mighty bones and brawn he stands, But with his foe the palm and ox remain. A goodly towering object, on the sands.
The champion, then, before Æneas came; Then just Æneas equal arms supply'd,
Proud of his prize, but prouder of his fame: Which round their shoulders to their wrists they “ O goddess-horn! and you, Dardanian host, Both on the tiptoe stand, at full extent; [ty'd ; Mark with attention, and forgive my boast : Their arms aloft, their bodies inly bent ;
Learn what I was, by what remains; and know Their beads from aiming blows they bear afar; From what impendling fate, you sav'd my foe.” With clashing gauntlets then provoke the war. Sternly he spoke; and then confronts the bull; One on his youth and pliant limbs relies ;
And, on his ample forehead, aiming full, One on his sinews and his giant size.
The deadly stroke descending, pierc'd the skull. The last is stiff with age, his motion slow,
Down drops the beast : nor needs the second wound; He heaves for breath: he staggers to and fro; But sprawls in pangs of death, and spurns the And clouds of issuing smoke his nostrils loudly blow. ground. Yet, equal in success, they ward, they strike; Then thus. “ In Dares' stead I offer this; Their ways are different, but their art alike. Eryx, accept a nobler sacrifice: Before, behind, the blows are dealt; around Take the last gift my wither'd arms can yield; . Their hollow sides the rattling thumps resound : Thy gauntlets 1 resign, and here renounce the field.” A storm of strokes well-meant with fury flies, This done, Æneas orders, for the close, And errs about their temples, ears, and eyes : The strife of archers with contending bows. For always errs ; for oft the gauntlet draws The mast, Sergesthus' shatter'd gailey bore, A sweeping stroke, along the crackling jaws. With his own hands he raises on the shore: Heavy with age, Entellus stands his ground, A Auttering dove upon the top they tie, But, with his warping body, wards the wound : The living mark at which their arrows fly. His hand and watchful eye keep even pace; The rival archers in a line advance; While Dares traverses, and shifts his place; Their turn of shooting to receive from chance. And, like a captain, who beleaguers round A helmet holds their names. The lots are drawn; Some strong.built castle, on a rising ground, On the first scroll was read Hippocoon : Views all th' approaches with observing eyes, The people shout; upon the next was found This, and that other part, in vain he tries; Young Mnestheus, late with naval honours crown'd: And more on industry than force relies,
The third contain'd Eurytion's noble name, With hands on high, Eutellus threats the foe; Thy brother, Pandarus, and next in fame: But Dares watch'd the motion from below, [blow. Whom Pallas urg'd the treaty to confound, And slipt aside, and shunu'd the long-descending And send among the Greeks a feather'd wounde
Acestes in the bottom last remain'd;
Three graceful troops they form’d upon the green ; Whom not his age from youthful sports restrain'd. Three graceful leaders at their head were seen; Soon all with vigour bend their trusty bows, Twelve follow'd every chief, and left a space beAnd, from the quiver, each his arrow chose :
tween. Hippocoon's was the first : with forceful sway The first young Priam led; a lovely boy, It few, and, whizzing, cut the liquid way. Whose grandsire was th’unhappy king of Troy : Fix'd in the mast the feather'd weapon stands; His race, in after-time, was known to fame, The fearful pigeon futters in her bands;
New honours adding to the Latian pame; And the tree trembled; and the shouting cries And well the royal boy his Thracian steed became. Of the pleas'd people rend the vaulted skies. White were the fetlocks of his feet before, Then Mnestheus to the head his arrow drove, Aud on his front a snowy star be bore : With lifted eyes, and took his aim above ;
Then beauteous Atis,pwith-Jülus bred, But made a glancing shot, and iniss'd the dove. Of equal age, the second squadron led. Yet miss'd so narrow, that he cut the cord
The last in order, but the first in place,
Rode fair Ascanius on a fiery steed,
Sure coursers for the rest the king ordains,
With golden bits adorn'd, and purple reins. His winged shaft with eager haste he sped ;
The pleas'd spectators peals of shouts rener, The fatal message reach'd her as she fed :
And all the parents in the cbildren view: She leaves her life aloft: she strikes the ground, Their make, their motions, and their sprightly And renders back the weapon in the wound.
grace : Acestes, grudging at his lot, remains
And hopes and fears alternate in their face. Without a prize to gratify his pains.
Th’unfledg'd commanders, and their martial Yet shooting upward, sends his shaft, to show First make the circuit of the sandy plain, (train, An archer's art, and boast his twanging bow. Around their sires: and, at th' appointed sign, The feather'd arrow gave a dire portent:
Drawn up in beauteous order, form a line. And latter augurs judge from this event.
The second signal sounds : the troop divides Chat'd by the speed, it fir'd; and, as it flew, In three distinguish'd parts, with three distinguish'd A trail of following fames ascending drew:
guides. Kindling they mount, and mark the shiny way Again they close, and once again disjoin, Across the skies, as falling meteors play,
And troop to troop oppos'd, and line to line. And vanish into wind, or in a blaze decay.
They meet, they wheel, they throw their darts afar The Trojans and Sicilians wildly stare ;
With harmless rage, and well-dissembled war. And, trembling, turn their wonder into prayer. Then in a round the ningled bodies run; The Dardan prince put on a smiling face,
Flying they follow, and pursuing shun. And strain'd Acestes with a close embrace:
Broken they break, and rallying, they renew, Then, honouring him with gifts above the rest, In other forms, the military shew. Turn'd the bad omen, nor his fears confess'd. At last, in order, undiscern'd they join ; “The gods,” said he, “this miracle have wrought; And march together, in a friendly line. And order'd you the prize without the lot.
And, as the Cretan labyrinth of old, Accept this goblet rough with figur'd gold, With wandering ways, and many a winding fold, Which Thracian Cisseus gave my sire of old : Involv'd the weary feet, without redress, This pledge of ancient amity receive,
In a round errour, which deny'd recess; Which to my second sire I justly give."
So fought the Trojan boys in warlike play, He said ; and, with the trumpet's cheerful sound, Turn’d, and return’d, and still a difierent way. Proclaim'd him victor, and with lånrel crown'd. Thus dolphins, in the deep, each other chase, Nor good. Eurytion envy'd him the prize ;
In circles, when they swim around the watery race. Though he transfix'd the pigeon in the skies. This game, these carousals, Ascanius taugbt; Who cut the line, with second gifts was grac'd ; And, building Alba, to the Latins brought; The third was his, whose arrow pierc'd the miast. Show'd what he learn'd: the Latin sires impart, The chief, before the games were wholly done, To their succeeding sons, the graceful art : Cail'd Periphantes, tutor to his son;
From these imperial Rome receiv'd the game; And whisper'd thus: “ With speed Ascanius find, Which Troy, the youths the 'Trojan troop, they And if his childish troop be ready join'd, On horseback let him grace his grandsire's day; Thus far the sacred sports they celebrate : And lead his equals arm'd in just array.”
But Fortune soon resun'd her ancient hate : He said ; and, calling out, the cirque he clears: For while they pay the dead his annual dues, The crowd withdrawn, an open plain appears. Those envy'd rites Saturnian Juno views; And now the noble youths, of form divine,
And sends the goddess of the various bow, Advance before their fathers in a line:
To try new methods of revenge below: The riders grace the steeds; the steeds with glory Supplies the winds to wing her airy way; shine.
Where in the port secure the navy lay. Thus marching on, in military pride,
Swiftly fair Iris down her arch descends; Shouts of applause resound from side to side. And, undiscern'd, her fatal voyage ends. Their casques, adorn'd with laurel wreaths, they She saw the gathering crowd ; and gliding thence, Each brandishing aloft a cornel spear. (wear, The desert shore, and fleet without defence. Some at their backs their gilded quivers bore ; The Trojan matrons on the sands alone, Their chains of burnisa'd gold hung down before: With sigh- and tears, Anchises' death bemoan.
Then, turning to the sea their weeping eyes, The flame, unstopp'd at first, more fury gains ;
And seizes in his way the banks and crackling oars.
Then what they hear, is witness'd by their eyes :
His early warriors on his prancing steed.
Nor could his frighted friends reclaim his haste.
And on your friends your fatal fury turn, Beyond the ruins of the sinking state!
Behold your own Ascanius:" while he said, Now seven revolving years are wholly run,
He drew his glittering helmet from his head ; Since this improsperous voyage we begun:
In which the youths to sportful arms he led. Since toss'd from shores to shores, from lands to By this, Æneas and his train appear ; Inhospitable rocks and barren sands; [lands, And now the women, seiz'd with shame and fear, Wandering in exile, through the stormy sea, Dispers'd, to woods and caverns take their flight; We search in vain for flying Italy.
Abhor their actions, and avoid the light: Now cast by fortune on this kindred land,
Their friends acknowledge, and their errour find; What should our rest, and rising walls, withstand ? And shake the goddess from their alter'd mind. Or hinder here to fix our banish'd band ?
Not so the raging fires their fury cease; O, country lost! and gods redeem'd in vain, But lurking in the seams, with seeming peace, If still in endless exile we remain !
Work on their way, amid the smouldering towy Shall we no more the Trojan walls renew,
Sure in destruction, but in motion slow. Or streams of some dissembled Simois view ? The silent plague through the green timber eats, Haste, join with me, th' unhappy fleet consume: And vomits out a tardy tlame by fits. Cassandra bids, and I declare her doom.
Down to the keels, and npward to the sails, In sleep I saw her; she supply'd my hands The fire descends, or mounts; but still prevails : (For this I more than dreamt) with liaming brands: Nor buckets pour’d, nor strength of human hand, With these,” said she, “ these wandering ships de- Can the victorious element withstand. stroy;
The pious hero rends his robe, and throws These are your fatal seats, and this your Troy. To Heaven his hands, and with his hands his vots : Time calls you now, the precious hour employ. “ O Jove !” he cry'd, " if prayers can yet have Slack not the good presage, while Heaven inspires
place; Our minds to dare, and gives the ready fires.
If thou abhorr'st not all the Dardan race; See Neptune's altars minister their brands; If any spark of pity still remain ; The goal is pleas'd; the god supplies our hands." If gods are gods, and not invok'd in vain ; Then, from the pile, a tiaming fir she drew, Yet spare the relics of the Trojan train. And, toss'd in air, amidst the gallies threw. Yet from the flames our burning vessels free: Wrapp'd in amaze, the matrons wildly stare: Or let thy fury fall alone on me. Then Pyrgo, reverenc'd for her hoary hair, At this devoted head thy thunder throw, Pyrgo, the nurse of Priam's numerous raco, And send the willing sacrifice below.", “ No Beroë this, though she belies her face :
Scarce had he said, when southern storms arise ; What terrours from her frowning front arise ! From pole to pole the forky lightning flies; Behold a goddess in her ardent eyes !
Loud rattling shakes the mountains and the plain; What rays around her heavenly face are seen, Heaven bellies downward, and descends in rain; Mark her majestic voice, and more than mortal Whole sheets of water from the clouds are sent, inien !
Which, hissing through the planks, the flames Beroë but now I left; whom, pin'd with pain,
prevent : Her age and anguish froin these rites detain." And stop the fiery pest : four ships alone She said ; the matrons, seiz'd with new amaze, Burn to the waste, and for the fleet atone. Roll their malignant eyes, and on the navy gaze: But doubtful thougbts the hero's heart divide; They fear, and hope, and neither part obey : If he should still in Sicily reside, They hope the fated land, but fear the fatal way. Forgetful of his fates; or tempt the main, The goddess, having done her task below,
In hope the promis'd Italy to gain. Mounts up on equal wings, and bends her painted Then Nautes, old and wise, to whom alone. bow.
The will of Heaven by Pallas was fore-shown; Struck with the sight, and seiz'd with rage divine, Vers'd in portents, experienc'd and inspir'd The matrons prosecute their mad design:
To tell events, and what the fates requir'd: They shriek aloud, they snatch, with impious hands, Thus while he stood, to neither part inelin'd, The food of altars, firs, and flaming brands. With cheerful words reliev'd his labouring mind : Green boughs, and saplings, mingled in their haste; “ O goddess-born, resign'd in every state, And sinoking torches on the ships they cast. With patience bear, with prudence push your fate
By suffering well, our fortune we subdue; The rising winds a ruffling gale afford,
Now loud laments along the shores resound,
Of parting friends, in close embraces bound, Trust in his hands your old and useless train, The trembling women, the degenerate train, Too numerous for the ships which yet remaio : Who shuno'd the frightful dangers of the main, The feeble, old, indulgent of their ease,
Ev'n those desire to sail, and take their share
A lamb new fallen to the stormy seas;
And brush the buxom seas, and o'er the billows fly. The king of Heaven employs my careful ghost Meantime the mother goddess, full of fears, On his commands; the god who sav'd from fire To Neptune thus address'd, with tender tears : Your flaming fleet, and heard your just desire : “ The pride of Jore's imperious queen, the rage, The wholesorne counsel of your friend receive; The malice, which no sufferings can assuage, And here the coward train, and women, leave : Compel me to these prayers : since neither fate, The chosen youth, and those who nobly dare Nor time, nor pity, can remove her bate. Transport, to tempt the dangers of the war. Ev'n Jove is thwarted by his haughty wife; The stern Italians with their courage try;
Still vanquish'd, yet she still renews the strife. Rough are their manners, and their minds are high. As if 'twere little to consume the town But first to Pluto's palace you should go,
Which aw'd the world, and wore th’imperial crown; And seek my shade among the blest below. She prosecutes the ghost of Troy with pains ; For not with impious ghosts my soul remains, And gnaws, ev'n to the bones, the last remains. Nor suffers, with the damn'd, p. speiual pains, Let her the causes of her hatred tell; But breathes the living air of soft Elysian plains. But you cap witness its effects too well. The chaste Sibylla shall your steps convey; You saw the storms she rais'd on Lybian foods, And blood of offer'd victims free the way; That inix'd the mountain billows with the clouds; There shall you know what realms the gods assign; When, bribing Æolus, she shook the main, And learn the fates and fortunes of your line. And mov'd rebellion in your watery reign. But now, farewell: I vanish with the night; With fury she possess'd the Dardan dames And feel the blast of Heaven's approaching light.” To burn their fleet with execrable flames : He said, and mix'd with shades, and took his airy And forc'd Æneas, when bis ships were lost, Alight.
To leave his followers on a foreign coast : “ Whither so fast ?" the filial duty cry'd, For what remains, your godhead I implore; “And why, ah why! the wish'd embrace deny'd !” And trust my son to your protecting power. He said, and rose : as holy zeal inspires,
If neither Jove's nor fate's decree withstand, He rakes hot embers, and renews the fires.
Secure his passage to the Latian land.” His country gods and Vesta then adores
Then thus the mighty ruler of the main : With cakes and incense; and their aid implores. “What may not Venus hope, from Neptune's reign? Next for his friends and royal host he sent, My kingdom claims your birth : my late defence Reveal'd his vision and the gods' intent,
of your endanger'd feet may claim your confiWith his own purpose. All, without delay,.
dence. The will of Jove and his desires obey.
Nor less by land than sea my deeds declare They list with women each degenerate name, How much your lov'd Æneas is my care. Who dares not hazard life, for future fame. Thee, Xanthus, and thee, Simois, I attest: These they cashier : the brave remaining few, Your Trojan troops when proud Achilles press'd, Oars, banks, and cables, half consum'd, renew. And drove before him headlong on the plain, The prince designs a city with the plough; And dash'd against their walls the trembling train, The lots their several tenements allow.
When floods were fill'd with bodies of the slain : This part is nam'd from Ilium, that from Troy ; When crimson Xanthus, doubtful of his way, And the new king ascends the throne with joy. Stood up on ridges to behold the sea ; A chosen senate from the people draws;
New heaps came tumbling in, and chok'd his way: Appoints the judges, and ordains the laws.
When your Æneas fought, but fought with odds, Then on the top of Fryx, they begin
Of force unequal, and unequal gods; A rising temple to the Paphian queen :
I spread a cloud before the victor's sight, Anchises, last, is honour'd as a god;
Sustain’d the vanquish'd, and secur'd bis Alight. A priest is added, annual gifts bestow'd ;
Ev'n then secur'd him, when I sought with joy And groves are planted round his blest abode, The vow'd destruction of ungrateful Troy. Nine days they pass in feasts, their temples crown'd; My will's the same: fair guddess, fear no more, And fumes of incense in the fanes abound.
Your feet shall safely gain the Latian shore : Then, from the south arose a gentle breeze, Their lives are given ; one destin'd head alone That carl'd the smoothness of the glassy seas: Shall perish, and for multitudes atone.!"
Thus having arm’d with hopes her anxious mind,
THE SIXTI BOOK OF
The Sibyl foretels Æneas the adventures he should And monster whales before their master play, meet with in Italy: she attends him to Hell : And choirs of Tritons crowd the watery way.
describing to hin the various scenes of that The martial powers in equal troops divide
place, and conducting hiin to his father AnTo right and left: the gods his better side
chises : who instructs him in those sublime mysEnclose, and on the worse the nymphs and nereids teries of the soul of the world, and the trans
Now smiling hope, with sweet vicissitude, (ride. migration : and shows him that glorious race of Within the hero's mind, his joys renewd.
heroes which was to descend from him and his He calls to raise the masts, the sheets display ; posterity. The cheerful crew with diligence obey ; They scud before the wind, and sail in open sea. A-head of all the master pilot steers,
He said, and wept: then spread his sails before And, as he leads, the following navy veers. The winds, and reach'd at length the Cuman shore : The steeds of night had travell'd half the sky, Their anchors dropt, his crew the vessels moor. The drowsy rowers on their benches lie;
They turn their heads to sea, their sterns to land; When the soft god of sleep, with easy Aight, And greet, with greedy joy, th' Italian strand. Descends, and draws behind a trail of light. Some strike from clashing flints their fiery seed; Thou, Palinurus, art his destin'd prey;
Some gather sticks the kindled flames to feed; To thee alone he takes his fatal way.
Or search for hollow trees, and fell the woods, Dire dreams to thee, and iron sleep, he bears ; Or trace through vallies the discover'd foods. And, lighting on thy prow, the form of Phorbas Thus, while their several charges they fulfil, Then thus the traitor god began his tale: [wears. The pious prince ascends the sacred bill “ The winds, my friend, inspire a pleasing gale ; Where Phæbus is ador'd, and seeks i be sha le The ships, without thy care, securely sail.
Which hides from sight his venerable maid. Now steal an hour of sweet repose; and I
Deep in a cave the Sibyl makes abode; Will take the rudder, and thy room supply." Thence full of fate returns, and of the god. To whom the yawning pilot, half asleep : Thro' Trivia's grove they walk; and now behold, “ Me dost thou bid to trust the treacherous deep! And enter now the temple roofd with gold. The harlot smiles of her dissembling face,
When Dædalus, to fly the Cretan shore, And to her faith commit the Trojan race?
His heavy limbs on jointed pinions bore, Shall I believe the syren south again,
(The first who sail'd in air) 'tis sung by faine, And, oft betray'd, not know the monster main ?" To the Cumæan coast at length he came; He said, his fasten'd hands the rudder keep, And here alighting, built this costly frame. And, fix'd on Heaven, his eyes repel invading sleep. Inscrib'd to Phæbus, here be hung on high The god was wroth, and at his temples threw The steerage of his wings, that cuts the sky; A branch in Lethe dipp'd, and drunk with Stygian Then o'er the lofty gate his art emboss'd The pilot, vanquish'd by the power divine, [dew : Androgeos' death, and offerings to his ghost: Soon clos'd his swimming eyes, and lay supine. Seven youths from Athens yearly sent, to meet Scarce were his limbs extended at their length, The fate appointed by revengeful Crete. The god, insulting with superior strength, And next to those the dreadful urn was plac'd, Fell heavy on bim, plung'd him in the sea, In which the destin'd names by lots were cast : And, with the stern, the rudder tore away.
The mournful parents stand around in tears; Headlong he fell, and, struggling in the main, And rising Crete against their shore appears. Cry'd out for helping hands, but cry'd in vain : There too, in living sculpture, might be seen The victor demon mounts obscure in air;
The mad affection of the Cretan queen : While the ship sails without the pilot's care. Then how she cheats her bellowing lover's eye: On Neptune's faith the floating feet relies : The rushing leap, the doubtful progeny, But what the man forsook, the god supplies ; The lower part a beast, a man above, And o'er the dangerous deep secure the navy Aies : The monument of their polluted love. Glides by the syren's cliffs, a shelfy coast,
Nor far from thence he grav'd the wondrous maze; Long infamous for ships and sailors lost;
A thousand doors, a thousand winding ways; And white with bones : th’impetuous ocean roars ; Here dwells the monster, hid from human view, And rocks rebellow from resounding shores. Not to be found but by the faithful clue: The watchful hero felt the knocks; and found Till the kind artist mov'd with pious grief, The tossing vessel sail'd on shoaly ground.
Lent to the loving maid this last relief; Sure of his pilot's loss, he takes himself
And all those erring paths describ'd so well, The helm, and steers aloof, and shuns the shelf. That Theseus conquer'd, and the monster fell. Inly he griev'd, and, groaning from the breast, Here hapless Icarus had found his part; Deplor'd his death; and thus his pain express'd : Had not the father's grief restrain'd his art. “Por faith repos'd on seas, and on the flattering sky, He twice essay'd to ca t his son in gold; Thy naked corpse is doom'd on shores unknown Twice from his hands he dropp'd the forming to lie."