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Around the piles a careful troop attends,

"We have,” said he, “perform'd your high comTo watch the wasting flames, and weep their burn-And pass'd with peril a long tract of land : (mand: jpg friends.

We reach'd the place desir'd, with wonder fillid, Lingering along the shore, till dewy night

The Grecian tents and rising towers beheld. New decks the face of Heaven with starry light. Great Diomede has compass'd round with walls

The conquer'd Latians, with like pious care, The city which Argyripa he calls; Piles without number for their dead prepare ; From his own Argos nam'd: we touch'd, with joy, Part, in the places where they fell are laid; The royal hand that ras'd unhappy Troy. And part are to the neighbouring fields convey'd. When introduc'd, our presents first we bring, The corpse of kings, and captains of renown, Then crave an instant audience from the king: Borne off in state, are bury'd in the town:

His leave obtain'd, our native soil we name; The rest uuhonour'd, and without a name,

And tell th' important cause for which we came. Are cast a common beap, to feed the flame. Attentively he heard us, while we spoke; Trojans and Latians vie with like desires

Then, with soft accents, and a pleasing look, To make the field of battle shine with fires;

Made this return : Ausonian race, of old And the promiscuous blaze to Heaven aspires. Renown'd for peace, and for an age of gold,

Now had the morning thrice renew'd the light, What madness has your alter'd minds possessid, And thrice dispell’d the shadows of the night; To change for war hereditary rest? When those who round the wasted fires remain, Solicit arms unknown, and tempt the sword Perform the last sad office to the slain :

(A needless ill your ancestors abhorr'd). They rake the yet warm ashes from below; We (for myself I speak, and all the name These, and the bones unburn'd, in earth bestow : Of Grecians, who to 'Troy's destruction came) These relics with their country-rites they grace ; Omitting those who were in battle slain, And raise a mount of turf to mark the place. Or borne by rolling Simois to the main : But, in the palace of the king, appears

Not one but suffer'd, and too dearly bought A scene more solemn, and a pomp of tears. The prize of honour which in arms he sought, Maids, matrons, widows, mix their common moans: Some doom'd to death, and some in exile driven, Orphans their sires, and sires lament their sons. Out-casts, abandon'd by the care of Heaven: All in that universal sorrow share,

So worn, so wretched, so despis'd a crew, And curse the cause of this unhappy war.

As ev'n old Priam might with pity view. A broken league, a bride unjustly sought,

Witness the vessels by Minerva tost A crown usurp’d, which with their blood is brought! In storms, the vengeful Capharæan coast; These are the crimes, with which they load the Th’ Eubæan rocks; the prince, whose brother led Of Turnus, and on him alone exclaim. [name Our armies to revenge bis injur'd bed, Let him, who lords it o'er th’ Ausonian land, In Egypt lost; Ulysses, with his men, Engage the Trojan hero hand to hand :

Have seen Charybdis, and the Cyclops' den : His is the gain, our lot is but to serve :

Why should I name (domeneus, in vain,
T'is just, the sway he seeks, he should deserve.” Restor'd to sceptres, and expellid again?

This Drances aggravates; and adds, with spite, Or young Achilles, by his rival slain?
His foe expects, and dares him to the fight. Fv'n he, the king of men, the foremost namo
Nor Turnus wants a party, to support

Of all the Greeks, and most renown'd by fame, His cause and credit, in the Latian court.

The proud revenger of another's wife,
His former acts secure his present fame;

Yet by his own adulteress lost his life :
And the queen shades him with her mighty name. Fell at his threshold, and the spoils of Troy

While thus their factious minds with fury burn; The foul polluters of his bed enjoy.
The legates from th' Ætolian prince return : The gods have envy'd me the sweets of life,
Sad news they bring, that, after all the cost, My much-lov'd country, and my more lov'd wifes
And care employ'd, their embassy is lost :

Banish'd from both, I mourn; while in the sky, That Diomede refus'd his aid in war ;

Transform’d to birds, my lost companions fly: Unmor'd with presents, and as deaf to prayer. Hovering about the coasts they make their moan; Some new alliance must elsewhere be sought; And cuff the cliffs with pinions not their own. Or peace with Troy on hard conditions bought. What squalid spectres, in the dead of night, Latinus, sunk in sorrow, finds too late

Break my short sleep, and skim before my sight IA foreign son is pointed out by fate :

I might have promis'd to myself those harms, And still Ænens shall Lavinia wed,

Mad as I was, when I with mortal arms The wrath of Heaven is hovering o'er his head. Presum'd against immortal powers to move, The gods, he saw, espous'd the juster side, And violate with wounds the queen of love. When late their titles in the field were try'd: Such arms this hand shall never more employ; Witness the fresh laments, and funeral tears un- No hate remains with me to ruin'd Troy. dry'd.

I war not with its dust; nor am I glad Thus, full of anxious thought, he summons all To think of past events, or good or bad. The Latian senate to the council-hall :

Your presents I return : whate'er you bring The princes come, commanded by their head, To buy my friendship, send the Trojan king. And crowd the paths that to the palace lead. We met in fight, I know him to my cost; Supreme in power, and reverenc'd for his years, With what a whirling force bis lance he toss'd : He takes the throne, and in the midst appears : Heaven! what a spring was in his aim, to throw ! Majestically sad, he sits in state,

How bigh he held his shield, and rose at every And bids his envoys their success relate.

blow! When Venulus began, the murmuring sound Had Troy produc'd two more, his match in might, Was husb'd, and sacred silence reigo'd around. They would have chang'd the fortune of the fight:

Th’invasion of the Greeks had been relurn'd: Then Drances took the word ; who grudg'a long
Our empire wasted, and our cities burn'd. The rising glories of the Daugian prince. [since,
The long defence the Trojan people made, Factious and rich, bold at the council-board,
The war protracted, and the siegre delay'd, But cautious in the field, he sbunn'd the sword ;
Were due to Hector's, and this hero's hand; A close cabalier, and tongue-valiant lord.
Both brave alike, and equal in command : Noble his mother was, and near the throne,
Æneas not inferior in the field,

But what his father's parentage, unknown.
In pious reverence to the gods excell'd.

He rose, and took th' advantage of the times, Make peace, ye Latians, and avoid with care To load young 'Turnus with invidious crimes. Th’impending dangers of a fatal war.'

“ Such truths, o king!” said he, “ your words He said no more; but, with this cold excuse,

contain, Refus'd tb' alliance, and advis'd a truce."

As strike the sense, and all replies are vain : Thus Vennlus concluded his report.

Nor are your loyal subjects nox to seek A jarring murmur fill'd the factious court: What common needs require; but fear to speak. As when a torrent rolls with rapid force,

Let himn give leave of speech, that haughty man, And dashes o'er the stones that stop the course ; Whose pride this inauspicious war began : The food, constraiu'd within a scanty space, For whose ambition (let me dare to say, Roars horrible along th' uneasy race :

Fear set apart, though death is in my way) White foam in gathering eddits floats around : The plains of Latium run with blood around; The rocky shorts rebellow to the sound.

So many valiant heroes bite the ground:
The murmur ceas'd: then from his lofty throne Dejected grief in erery face appears ;
The king invok'd the gods, and thus begun: A town in mourning, and a land in tears.
I wish, ye Latins, what we now debate

While he, th' undoubted author of our harms, Had been resolv'd before it was too late :

The man who menaces the gods with arins, Much better had it been for you and me,

Yet, after all his boasts, forsook the fight, Unforc'd by this our last necessity,

And sought his safety in ignoble flight. To have been carlier wise : than now to call

“ Now, best of kings, since you propose to send A council, when the foe surrounds the wall. Such bounteous presents to your Trojan friend; O citizens, we wage unequal war,

Add yet a greater, at our joint request,
With men, oot only Heaven's peculiar care, One which he values more than all the rest;
But Heaven's own race: unconquer'd in the field, Give him the fair Lavinia for his bride :
Or, 'conquer'd, yet unknowing how to yield. With that alliance let the league be ty’d;
What hopes you had in Diomede, lay down : - And for the bleeding land a lasting peace provide
Our hopes must centre on ourselves alone.

Let insolence no longer awe the throne,
Yet those how feeble, and, indeed, how vain, But with a fatber's right bestow your own.
You see too well; nor need my words explain. For this maligner of the general good,
Vanquish'd without resource ; laid Aat by fate, If still we fear his force, he must be woo'd :
Factions within, a foe without the gate;

His haughty godhead we with prayers implore,
Not but I grant, that all perform'd their parts, Your sceptre to release, and our just rights restore
With manly force, and with undaunted hearts: O cursed cause of all our ills, must we
With our united strength the war we wag'd; Wage wars unjust, and fall in fight for thee!
With equal numbers, equal arms, engag'd: What right hast thou to rule the Latian state,
You see th' event-Now hear what I propose, And send us out to meet our certain fate?
To save our friends, and satisfy our fous:

'Tis a destructive war: from Turnus' hand A tract of land the Latins have possess'd

Our peace and public safety we demand. Along the Tiber, stretching to the west,

Let the fair bride to the brave chief remain ; Which now Rutulians and Auruncans till;

If not, the peace without the pledge is rain. And their mixt cattle graze the fruitful hill; Turnus, I know, you think me not your friend, Those mountains fill'd with firs, that lower land, Nor will I much with your belief contend : If you consent, the Trojan shall conimand; I beg your greatness not to give the law Calld into part of what is ours; and there, In other realms, but, beaten, to withdraw. On terms agreed, the common country share. Pity your own, or pity our estate; There let them build, and settle, if they please ; Nor twist our fortunes with your sinking fate. Unless they choose once more to cross the seas, Your interest is, the war should never cease ; In search of sears remote of Italy;

But we have felt enough, to wish the peace : And from unwelcome inmates set us free.

A land exhausted to the last remains,
Then twice ten gallies let us build with speed, Depopulated towns, and driven plains.
Or twice as many more, if more they need; Yes, if desire of farne, and thirst of power,
Materials are at hand : a well-grown wood

A beauteous princess, with a crown in dower, Runs equal with the margin of the flood :

So fire your mind, in arms assert your right; Let them the number, and the forin assign; And meet your foe, who dares you to the fight. The care and cost of all the stores be mine.

Mankind, it seems, is made for you alone; To treat the peace, a hundred senators

We, but the slaves who mount you to the throne Shall be commission'd hence with ample powers : A base ignoble crowd, without a name : With olive crown'd: the presents they shall bear, Unwept, unworthy of the funeral flame: A purple robe, a royal ivory chair ;

By duty bound to forfeit each his life, And all the marks of sway that Latian monarchs That Turnus may possess a royal wife.

Permit not, mighty man, so mean a crew And sums of gold. Among yourselves debate Should share such triumphs; and detain from you This great affair, and sare the sinking state." The post of honour, your undoubted due :

wear;

Rather alone your matcüless force employ; But, if we still have fresh recruits in store,
To merit, what alone you must enjoy."

If our confederates can afford us more;
These words, so full of malice, mixt with art, If the contended field we bravely fought :
Inflam'd with rage the youthful hero's heart. And not a bloodless victory was bought:
Then, .groaning from the bottom of his breast, Their losses equal ours; and for their slain,
He heav'd for wind, and thus his wrath express'd. With equal fires they fill'd the shining plain :
You, Drances, never want a stream of words, Why thus unforc'd should we so tamely yield ;
Then, when the public need requires our swords: And, ere the trumpet sounds, resign the field ?

First in the council-hall to steer the state; Good unexpected, evils unforeseen,
And ever foremost in a tongue-debate.

Appear by turns, as Fortune shifts the scene : While our strong walls secure us from our foe, Some rais'd aloft, come tumbling down amain; Ere yet with blood our ditches overflow:

Then fall so hard, they bound and rise again. But let the potent orator declain,

If Diomede refuse his aid to lend, And with the brand of coward blot my name ; The great Messapus yet remains our friend : Free leave is given him, when his fatal hand Tolumnius, who foretels events, is ours : Has cover'd with more corpse the sanguine strand; Th' Italian chiefs, and princes, join their powersa And high as mine his towering trophies stand. Nor least in number, nor in name the last, If any doubt remains who dares the most,

Your own brave subjects have our cause embrae'd. Let us decide it at the Trojan cost :

Above the rest, the Volsciani Amazon And issue both a-breast, wh re honour calls; Contains an army in herself alone : Foes are not far to seek without the walls.

And heads a squadron, terrible to sight, Unless his noisy tongue can only fight:

With glittering shields, in brazen arınour brighp And feet were given him but to speed his flight. Yet if the foe a single fight demand, I beaten from the field! I fore'd away!

And I alone the public peace withstand ; Who, but so known a dastard, dares to say? If you consent, he shall not be refus'd, Had be bat er'n beheld the fight, his eyes Nor find a liand to victory unus'd. Had witness'd for me what his tongue denies : This new Achilles let him take the field, What heaps of Trojans hy this band were slain, With fated armour, and Vulcanian shield ; And how the bloody Tiber swell'd the main. * Por you, my royal father, and my fame, All saw, but he, th’ Arcadian troops retire, I, Turnus, not the least of all my name, In scatter'd squadrons, and their prince expire. Devote my soul. He calls me hand to hand, The giant brothers, in their camp have found, And I alone will answer his demand. I was not forc'd with ease to quit my ground. Drances shall rest secure, and neither share Not such the Trojans try'd me, when, enclos'd, The danger, nor divide the prize of war.” I singly their united arms oppos'd :

While they debate; nor these nor those will First fore'd an entrance through their thick Æneas draws his forces to the field; [yield: array ;

And moves his camp. The scouts with flying speed Then, glutted with their slaughter, freed my way. Return, and through the frighted city spread 'Tis a destructive war! So let it be,

Th' unpleasing news, the Trojans are desery'd But to the Phrygian pirate and to thee.

In battle marching by the river's side ; Meantime proceerd to fill the people's ears And bending to the town. They take th’ alarm, With false reports their minds with panic fears : Some tremble, some are bold, all in confusion Extol the strength of a twice-conquer'd race,

arm. Our foes encourage, and our friends debase. Th' impetuous youth press forward to the field; Believe thy fables, and the Trojan town

They clash the sword, and clatter on the shield; Triumphant stands, the Grecians are oferthrown: The fearful matrons raise a sereaming cry; Suppliant at Hector's feet Achilles lies;

Old feeble men with fainter groans reply ; And Diomede from fierce Æneas flies.

A jarring sound results, and mingles in the sky, Say rapid Aufidus, with awful dread,

Like that of swans remurmuring to the floods, Runs backward from the sea, and bides his head, Or birds of differing kinds in hollow woods. When the great Trojan on his bank appears : Turnus th’occasion takes, and cries aloud, For that's as true as thy dissembled fears

"Talk on, ye quaint haranguers of the crowd; Of my revenge: dismiss that vanity;

Declaim in praise of peace, when danger calls; Thou, Drances, art below a death for me. And the fierce foes in arms approach the walls." Let that vile soul in that vile body rest:

He said, and, turning short, with speedy pace, The lodging is well worthy of the guest.

Casts back a scornful glance, and quits the place. “Now, royal father, to the present state

“ Thou, Volusus, the Volscian troops coinmand Öf our affairs, and of this high debate;

To mount; and lead thyself our Ardean band. If in your arms thus early you decide,

Messapus, and Catillus, post your force And think your fortune is already try'd ;

Along the fields, and charge the Trojan horse. If one defeat has brought us down so low,

Some guard the passes, others man the wall; As never more in fields to meet the foe;

Drawn up in arms, the rest attend my call.” Then I conclude for peare: 'tis time to treat, They swarm from every quarter of the town; And lie like vassals at the victor's feet.

And with disorder'd haste the rampires crown. But oh, if any ancient blood remains,

Good old Latinus, when he saw, too late, One drop of all our fathers' in our veins :

The gathering storm, just breaking on the state, That man will I prefer before the rest,

Dismiss'd the council, till a fitter time, Who dar'd his death with an undaunted breast : And own'd his easy temper as his crime: Who comely fell by no dishonest wound,

Who, forc'd against his reason, had comply'd To shun that sight; and dying gnaw'd the ground. l. To break the treaty for the promis'd bride

hands;

Some help to sink new trenches, others aid With those of Tibur; and the Latian band : To ram the stones, or raise the palisade,

Subjected all to thy supreme command.” Hoarse trumpets sound th’alarm: around the walls This said, he warns Messapus to the war: Runs a distracted crew, whom their last labour Then every chief exhorts, with equal care. A sad procession in the streets is seen, (calls. All thus encourag'd, bis own troops he joins, Of matrons that attend the mother-queen : And hastes to prosecute his deep desigos. High in the chair she sits, and at her side,

Enclos'd with bills, the winding valley lies, With down-cast eyes, appears the fatal bride. By nature form'd for fraud, and fitted for surprise : They mount the cliff, where Pallas' temple stands : A narrow track, by human steps untrode, Prayers in their mouths, and presents in their Leads, through perplexing thorns, to this obscure

abode. With censers, first they fume the sacred shrine; High o'er the vale a steepy mountain stands : Then in this common supplication join :

Whence the surveying sight the nether ground com"O patroness of arms, unspotted maid,

The top is level : an offensive seat (mands. Propitious hear, and lend thy Latins aid :

Of war; and from the war a safe retreat. Break short the pirate's lance; pronounce his fate, For, on the right and left, is room to press And lay the Phrygian low before the gate.” The foes at hand, or from afar distress :

Now Turnus arins for fight: his back and breast, To drive them headlong downward; and to pour, Well-temper'd steel and scaly brass invest : On their descending backs, a stony shower. The cuishes, which bis brawny thighs enfold, Thither young Turnus took the well-known way; Are mingled metal damask'd o'er with gold. Possess'd the pass, and in blind ambush lay. Hiş faithful falchion sits upon bis side;

Meantime, Latonian Phæbe, from the skies, Nor casque, nor crest, his manly features hide ; Beheld th' approaching war with hateful eyes, But bare to view amid surrounding friends, And call’d the light-foot Opis to her aid, With godlike grace, he from the tower descends. Her most belov'd, and ever-trusty maid. Exulting in his strength, he seems to dare Then with a sigh began : “ Camilla goes His absent rival, and to promise war.

To meet her death, amidst her fatal foes : Freed from his keepers, thus, with broken The nymph I lov'd of all my mortal train ; reins,

Invested with Diana's arms, in vain. The wanton courser prances o'er the plains : Nor is my kindness for the virgin, new, Or in the pride of youth o’erleaps the mounds ; 'Twas born with her, and with her years it grew: And snuffs the females in forbidden grounds. Her father Metabus, when forc'd away Or seeks bis watering in the well-known flood, From old Privernum, for tyrannic sway, To quench his thirst, and cool his fiery blood : Snatch'd up, and sav'd from his prevailing foes, He swims luxuriant in the liquid plain,

This tender babe, companion of his woes; And o'er his shoulder flows his waving mane : Casmilla was her mother ; but he drown'd He neighs, he snorts, he bears his head on high; One hissing letter in a softer sound, Before his ample chest the frothy waters fly. And call'd Camilla. Through the woods he flies;

Soon as the prince appears without the gate, Wrapt in his robe the royal infant lies. The Volscians, and their virgin-leader, wait

His foes in sight, he mends his weary pace; His last commands. Then, with a graceful mein, With shouts ard clamours they pursue the chasi Lights from her lofty steed the warrior queen : The banks of Amascene at length he gains ; Her squadron innitates, and each descends; The raging flood his farther flight restrains : Whose common suit Camilla thus commends : Rais'd o'er the borders with unusual rains. If sense of honour, if a soul secure

Prepar'd to plunge into the stream, he fears: Of inborn worth, that can all tests endure, Not for himself, but for the charge he bears. Can promise aught ; or on itself rely,

Anxious he stops a while; and thinks in haste ; Greatly to dare, to conquer, or to die :

Then, desperate in distress, resolves at last. Then I alone, sustain'd by these, will meet A knotty lance of well-boild oak he bore; The Tyrrhene troops, and promise their defeat. The middle part with cork he cover'd o'er: Ours be tbe danger, ours the sole renown;

He clos'd the child within the hollow space: You, general, stay behind, and guard the town." With twigs of bending osier bound the case. Turnus a while stood mute, with glad surprise ; Then pois'd the spear, heavy with human weight a And on the fierce virago fix'd his eyes :

And thus invok'd my favour for the freight : Then thus return'd: "O grace of Italy,

Accept, great goddess of the woods,” he said, With what becoining thanks can 1 reply!

'Sent by her sire, this dedicated maid : Not only words lie labouring in my breast ; Through air she flies a suppliant to thy shrine ; But thought itself is by thy praise opprest; And the first weapons that she knows, are thine." Yet rob me not of all, but let me join

He said; and with full furce the spear he threw ; My toils, my hazard, and my fanie, with thine. Above the sounding waves Camilla flew. The Trojan (not in stratagem unskill'd)

Then, prest with foes, he stemm'd the stormy tide; Sends his light horse before, to scour the field : And gain'd by stress of arms, the farther side. Himself, through steep ascents and thorny brakes, His fasten'd spear he pull'd from out the ground; A larger compass to the city takes.

And, vietor of his vows, his infant nymph unbounda This news my scouts confirm : and I prepare Nor atter that, in towns which walls enclose, To foil bis cunning, and his sorce to dare :

Would trust bis hunted life amidst his foes. With chosen foot his passage to forelay:

But rough, in open air be chose to lie : And place an ambush in the winding way. Earth was his couch, his covering was the sky, Thou, with thy Volscians, face the Tuscan horse : On hills unsborn, or in a desert denp The brave Messapus shall thy troops enforce :

He shuan'd the dire society of men.

A shepherd's solitary life he led :

Spurring at speed to their own walls they drew; His daughter with the milk of mares he fed ; Close in the rear the Tuscan troops pursue, The dugs of bears, and every savage beast, And urge their fright; Asylas leads the chase; He drew, and through her lip the liquor press'd. Till seiz'd with shame they wheel about, and face : The little Amazon could scarcely go,

Receive their foes, and raise a threatening cry. He loads her with a quiver and a bow :

The Tuscans take their turn to fear, and Ay. And, that she might her staggering steps command, So swelling surges, with a thundering roar, He with a slender javelin fills her hand :

Driven on each other's backs, insult the shore ; Her flowing hair no golden fillet bound;

Bound o'er the rocks, incroach upon the land; Nor swept her trailing robe the dusty ground. And far upon the beech eject the sand. Instead of these, a tiger's hide o'erspread

Then, backward, with a swing, they take their way; Her back and shoulders, fastend to her heada Repuls’d from upper ground, and seek their motherThe flying dart she first attempts to fing; With equal burry quit th' invaded shore ; (sea : And round her tender temples toss'd the sling : And swallow back the sand and stones they spew'd Then, as her strength with years increas'd, began before, To pierce aloft in air the soaring swan ;

Twice were the Tuscans masters of the field, and from the clouds to fetch the heron and the Twice by the Latins, in their tura repell'a. crane.

Asham'd at length, to the third charge they ran, The Tuscan matrons with each other vy'd

Both hosts resolv'd, and mingled man to man: To bless their rival sons with such a bride : Now dying groans are heard, the fields are strow'd But she disdains their love, to share with me With fallen bodies, and are drunk with blood : The sylvan shades, and vow'd virginity.

Arms, horses, men, on heaps together lie: And oh! I wish, contented with my cares Confus'd the fight, and more confus'd the cry. Of savage spoils, she had not sought the wars : Orsilochus, who durst not press too near Then had she been of my celestial train ;

Strong Remulus, at distance drove his spear ; And shunn'd the fate that dooms her to be slain. And struck the steel beneath his horse's ear. But since, opposing Heaven's decree, she goes The fiery steed, impatient of the wound, To find her death among forbidden foes ;

Curvets, and, springing upward with a bound, Haste with these arms, and take thy steepy flight, His hopeless lord cast backward on the ground. Where, with the gods adverse, the Latins fight: Catillus pierc'd Iolas first ; then drew This bow to thee, this quiver, I bequeath, His reeking lance, and at Herminius threw : This chosen arrow to revenge her death:

The mighty champion of the Tuscan crew. By whate'er hand Camilla shall be slain,

His neck and throat unarm’d, his head was bare, Or of the Trojan, or Italian train,

But shaded with a length of yellow hair : Let him not pass unpunish'd from the plain. Secure, be fought, expos'd on every part, Then, in a hollow cloud, myself will aid,

A spacious mark for swords, and for the flying To bear the breathless body of my maid :

dart: Unspoil'd shall be her arms, and unprophan'd Across the shoulders came the feather'd wound; Her holy limbs with any human hand :

Transfixt, he fell, and doubled to the ground.
And in a marble tomb laid in her native land." The sands with streaming blood are sanguine dy'd ;
She said : the faithful nymph descends from high And death with honour sought on either side.
With rapid fight, and cuts the sounding sky : Resistless, through the war, Camilla rode:
Black clouds and stormy wiods around her body fly. In danger unappallid, and pleas'd with blood,

By this the Trojan and the Tuscan horse, One side was bare for her exerted breast;
Drawn up in squadrons, with united force, One shoulder with her painted quiver prest.
Approach the walls; the sprightly coursers bound; Now from afar her fatal javelins play;
Press forward on their bits, and shift their ground: Now with her axe's edge she hews her way;
Shields, arms, and spears, Alash horrible from far; Diana's arms upon her shoulder sound;
And the fields glitter with a waving war.

And when, too closely prest, she quits the ground, Oppos'd to these, come on with futious force Proin her bent bow she sends a backward wound. Messapus, Coras, and the Latian horse :

Her maids, in martial pomp, on either side,
These in a body plac'd : on either hand

Larina, Tulla, fierce Tarpeia ride :
Sustain'd, and clos'd by fair Camilla's band. Italians all : in peace, their queen's delight:
Advancing in a line, they couch their spears ;

In the bold companions of the fight.
And less and less the middle space appears.

So march'd the Thracian Amazons of old, Thick smoke obscures the field: and scarce are seen When Thermodon with bloody billows roll'd; The neighing coursers, and the shouting men. Such troops as these in shining arms were seen, In distance of their darts they stop their course ; When Theseus met in fight their maiden queen. Then man to man they rush, and horse to horse. Such to the field Penthesilea led, The face of Heaven their flying javelins hide : From the fierce virgin when the Grecians fed ; And deaths unseen are dealt on either side.

With such, return'd triumphant from the war, Tyrrhenus, and Aconteus, void of fear,

Her maids with cries attend the lofty car: By mettled coursers borne in full career,

They clash with manly force their moony shields. Meet first oppos’d: and, with a mighty shock, With female shouts resound the Phrygian fields, Their horses' heads against each other knock. Who foremost, and who last, heroic maid, Far from bis steed is fierce Aconteus cast :

On the cold earth were by thy courage laid ? As with an engine's force, or lightning's blast; Thy spear, of mountain ash, Eumenius first, He rolls along in blood, and breathes his last. With fury driven, from side to side transpiere'd ; The Latin squadrons take a sudden fright; (Might. A purple stream came spouting from the wound ; And sling tbeir sliedes behand, to save wheir backa iv | Lath'd in bis blood be lico, and bites the grounde

war,

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