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First let him see his friends in battle slain, Her sad attendants saw the deadly stroke,
And their untimely fate lament in vain :

And, with loud cries, the sounding palace shook.
And when, at length, the eruel war shall cease, Distracted from the fatal sight they fled,
On hard conditions may he buy bis peace.

And through the town the dismai rumour spread. Nor let him then enjoy supreme command, First from the frighted court the yell began, But fall untimely by some hostile hand,

Redoubled thence from house to house it ran : And lie unburied on the barren sand.

The groans of men, with shrieks, laments, and cries These are my prayers, an.1 this my dying will : Of mixing women, mount the vaulted skics. And you, my Tyrians, every curse fulfil;

Not less the clamour, than if ancient Tyre, Perpetual hate, and mortal wars proclaim Or the new Carthage, set by foes on fire, Against the prince, the people, and the name. The rolling ruin, with their lov'd abodes, These grateful offerings on my grave bestow; Inrolv'd the blazing temples of their gods. Nor league, ror love, the hostile nations know : Her sister hears, and, furious with despair, Now, an! from hence in every future age, She beats her breast, and rends her yellow hair: When rage excites your arms, and strength sup- And, calling on Eliza's name aloud, plies the rage,

Runs breathless to the place, and breaks the crowd. Rise some avenger of our Libyan blood;

“ Was all that pomp of woe for this prepard, With fire and suord pursue the perjur'd brood : These fires, this funeral pile, these altars reard? Our arms, our seas, our shores oppos'd to theirs, Was all this train of plots contriv'd,” said she, And the same hate descend on all our heirs."

All only to deceive unhappy me? This said, within her anxious mind she weighs Which is the worst? Didst thou in death pretend The ineans of cutting short her odious days. To scorn thy sister, or delude thy friend? Then to Sichæus' nurse she briefly said

Thy summond sister, and thy friend, had come; (For when she left her country her's was dead), One sword had serv'd us both, one common tomb. “Go, Barce, call my sister; let her care

Was I to raise the pile, the powers invoke, The solemn rites of sacrifice prepare :

Not to be present at the fatal stroke? The sheep, and all the atoning offerings bring, At once thou hast destroy'd thyself and me; Sprinkling her body from the crystal spring Thy town, thy senate, and thy colony ! With living drops: then let her come, and thou Bring water, bathe the wound; while I in death With sacred fillets bind thy hoary brow.

Lay close my lips to her's, and catch the flying Thus will I pay my vows to Stygian Jore,

breath." And end the cares of my disastrous love.

This said, she mounts the pile with eager haste, Then cast the Trojan image on the fire,

And in her arms the gasping queen embracd: And, as that burns, my passion shall expire." Her temples chaf'd, and her own garments tore,

The nurse moves onward, with officious care, To staunch the streaming blood, and cleanse the And all the speed her aged limbs can bear.

gore. But furious Dido, with dark thoughts involv'd, Thrice Dido try'd to raise her drooping head, Shook at the mighty mischief she resolv'd. And fainting thrice, fell grov'ling on the bed. With livid spots distinguish'd was her face, Thrice op'd her beavy eyes, and saw the light, Red were her rolling eyes, and discompos'd her But, having found it, sicken’d at the sight, pace:

And clos'd her lids at last in endless night. Ghastly she gaz'd, with pain she drew her breath, Then Juno, grieving that she should sustain And nature shiver'd at approaching death. A death so lingering, and so full of pain,

Then swiftly to the fatal place she pass'd, Sent Iris down, to free her from the strife And mounts the funeral pile, with furious haste : Of labouring nature, and dissolve her life. I'nsheaths the sword the Trojan left behind For, since she dy'd, not door'd by Heaven's Not for so dire an enterprise design'd).

Or her own crime, but human casualty, (decree, But when she view'd the garments loosely spread, And rage of love, that plung d her in despair, Which once he wore, and saw the conscious bed, The Sisters had not cut the topmost hair, She pausd, and, with a sigh, the robes embracd; Which Proserpine and they can only know, Then on the couch her trembling body cast, Nor made her sacred to the shades below. Repress'd the ready tears, and spoke her last : Downward the various goddess took her flight, “Dear pledges of my love, while Heaven so pleas'd, And drew a thousand colours from the light: Receive a soul of mortal anguish easd :

Then stood above the dying lover's head, My fatal course is finish'd, and I go,

And said, “ I thus devote thee to the dead. A glorious name, among the ghosts below. This offering to th' infernal gods I bear :". A lofty city by my hands is rais'd ;

Thus while she spoke she cut the fatal hair: Pygmalion punish'd, and my lord appeas'd. The struggling soul was loos'd, and life dissolr’d What could my fortune have afforded more,

in air.
Had the false Trojan never touch'd my shore ?”
Then kiss'd the couch; “ and must I die,” she said,
And unreveng'd ? 'tis doubly to be dead!
Yet ev'n this death with pleasure I receive ;
On any terms, 'tis better than to live.

These fames from far may the false Trojan view;
These boding omens his base flight pursue.”
She said, and struck. Deep enter'd in her side
The piercing steel, with reeking purple dy'd :
Clogg'd in the wound the cruel weapon stands; Æneas, setting sail from Afric, is driven, by
The spouting blood came streaming on her hands. storm, on the coast of Sicily: where be in



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hospitably received by his friend Acestes, king And, not unmindful of his ancient race, of part of the island, and born of Trojan paren

Down from the clif he ran with eager pace, tage. He applies himself to celebrate the And held the hero in a strict embrace. meinory of his father with divine honours : and Of a rough Libyan bear the spoils he wore; accordingly institutes funeral games, and ap- And either hand a pointed javelin bore. points prizes for those who should conquer in His mother was a dame of Dardan blood; them. While the ceremonies were performing, His sire Crinisius, a Sicilian flood ; Juno sends Iris to persuade the Trojan women He welcomes his returning friends ashore to burn the ships ; who, upon her instigation, With plenteous country cates, and homely store. set fire to them, which burnt four, and would Now, when the following morn had chas'd away have consumed the rist, had not Jupiter, by a The flying stars, and light restor'd the day, miraculous shower, extinguished it. "Upon ibis Æneas call'd the Trojan troops around, Æneas, by the advice of one of his generals, And thus bespoke them froni a rising ground : and a vision of his father, builds a city for the " Off pring of Heaven, divine Darlanian race, romen, old men, and others who were either The Sun revolving through th' ethereal space, unfit for war, or weary of the voyage, and sails The shining circle of the year has tillid, for Italy: Venus procures of Neptune a safe Since first this isle my father's ashes held: yoyage for him and all his men, exccpting only And now the rising day renews the ycar þis pilot Palinurus, who was unfortunately lost. (A day for ever sad, for ever dear).

This would I celebrate with annual games,
With gifts on altars pild, and holy Hames,
Though banish'd to Getulia's barren sands,

Caught on the Grecian seas, or hostile lands:
MEANTIME the Trojan cuts his watery way, But since this happy storm our fleet has driven
Fix'd on his voyage through the curling sea: (Not, as I deem, without the will of Heaven)
Theo, casting back his eyes, with dire amaze, Upon these friendly shores and fowery plains,
Sees, on the Punic shore, the mounting blaze. Which hiele Anchises, and his blest remains,
The cause unknown ; yet his pre-aging mind Let us with joy perform his honours due, (renew.
The fate of Dido from the fire divin'd :

And pray for prosperous winds, ons voyage to He knew the stormy souls of woman-kind, Pray that in towns and temples of our own, What secret springs their eager passions move, The name of great Anchises may be known, How capable of death for injur'd love.

And yearly games may spread the god's renown. Dire auguries from hence the Trojans draw, Our sports, Acestes, of the Trojan race, Till neither fires nor shining shores they saw. With royal gifts ordain'd, is pleas'd to grace : Now seas and skies their prospect only bound, Two steers on every ship the king bestows; An empty space above, a foating field around. His gods and ours shall share your equal vows. But soon the Heavens with shadows were o'er. Besides, if nine day's hence, the rosy morn spread;

Shall, with unclouded light, the skies adorn, A swelling cloud hung hovering o'er their head : That day with solemn sports I mean to grace : Livid it look'd, the threatening of a storm; Light gallies on the scas shall run a watery race. Then night and horrour ocean's face deform, Some shall in swiftness for the goal contend, The pilot, Palinurus, cry'd aloud,

And others try the twanging bow to bend : "What gusts of weather from that gathering cloud The strong with iron gauntlets arm'd shall stand, My thoughts presage! Ere yet the tempest roars Oppos'd in combat on the yellow sand. Stand to your tackle, mates, and stretch your oars ;

Let all be present at the games prep ır'd, Contract your swelling sails, and luff to wind :" And joyful victors wait the just reward. The frighted crew perform the task assign'd. But now assist the rites, with garlands crown'd ;" Then, to his fearless chief, “ Not Heaven," said he, He said, and first his brows with myrtle bound. " Though Jove himself should promise Italy, Then Helymus, by his example led, Cap stem the torrent of this raging sea !

And old Acestes, each adorn'd his head; Mark how the shifting winds from west arise, Thus young Ascanius, with a sprightly grace, And what collected night involves the skies ! His temples ty'd, and all the Trojan race. Nor can our shaken yessels live at sea;

Æneas then advanc'd amidst the train, Much less against the tempest force their way; By thousands follow'd through the flowery plain, 'Tis fate diverts our course, and fate we must obey. To great Anchises' tomb: which, when he found, Not far from hence, if I observ'd aright

He pour'd to Bacchus, on the hollow'd ground, The southing of the stars, and polar light,

Two bowls of sparkling wine, of milk two more, Skilia lies; whose hospitable shores

And two froin offer'd bulls of purple gore. In safety we may reach with struggling oars," With roses then the sepulchre be strow'd ; Æneas then reply'd, “ Too sure I find,

And thus his father's ghost bespoke aloud: We strive in vain against the seas and wind : “ Hail, O ye holy manes! hail again, Now shift your sails : what place can please me Paternal ashes, now review'd in vain ! more

The gods permitted not that you, with me, Than what you promise, the Sicilian shore; Should reach the promisid shores of Italy ; Whose hollow'd earth Anchises' bones contains, Or Tyber's flood, what food soe'er it be.” And where a prince of Trojan lineage reigns !”

Scarce had he finish'd, when, with speckled pride, The course resolv'd, before the western wind A serpent from the tomb began to glide ; They scud amain, and make the port assign'd. His hugy bulk on seven high volumes rollid; Meantime Acestes, from a lofty stand,

Blue was his breadth of back, but streak'd with Beheld the flect descending on the land;

scaly gold.

Thus, riding on his curls, he seem'd to pass The clangour of the trumpet gives the sign; A rolliog fire along, and singe the grass.

At once they start advancing in a line. More various colours through his body run, With shouts the sailors rend the starry skies; Than Iris, when her bow imbibes the Sun:

Lashd with their oars, the smoky billows rise; Betwixt the rising altars, and around,

Sparkles the briny main, and the vex'd ocean fries. The sacred monster shot along the ground; Exact in time, with equal strokes they row : With harmless play amidst the bowls he pass'd, At once the brushing oars and brazen prow And, with his lolling tongue, assay'd the taste : Dash up the sandy wares, and ope the depths Thus fed with holy food, the wondrous guest Not fiery coursers, in a chariot race, [below. Within the follow tomb retir'd to rest.

Invade the field with half so swift a pace. The pious prince, surpris'd at what he vicw'd, Not the fiercé driver with more fury lends The funeral honours with more zeal renew'd : The sounding lash ; and, ere the stroke descends, Doubtful if this the place's genius were,

Low to the wheels his pliant body bends. Or guardian of his father's sepulchre.

The partial crowd their hopes and fears divide, Five sheep, according to the rites, he slew, Aud aid, with eager shouts, the favour'd side. As many swine, and steers of sable hue;

Cries, inurmurs, clamours, with a mixing sound, Now generous wine he from the goblets pour'd, From woods to woods, from hills to hills rebound. And call'd his father's ghost, from Hell restor’d. Amidst the loud applauses of the shore, The glad attendants in long order come,

Gyas outstripp'd the rest, and sprung before; Offering their gifts at great Anchises' tomh; Cloanthus, better mann'd, pursu'd him fast; Some add more oxen; some divide the spoil; But his o'er-masted galley check'd his haste. Some place the chargers on the grassy soil ; The Centaur, and the Dolphin brush the brine Some blow the fires, and offer'd entrails broj). With equal oars, advancing in a line: Now came the day desir'd : the skies were And now the mighty Centaur seems to lead, bright

And now the speedy Dolphin gets a-head: With rosy lustre of the rising light;

Now board to board the rival vessels row ; The bordering people, rous'd by sounding fame The billows lave the skies, and ocean groans below. Of Trojan feasts, and great Acestes' name,

They reach'd the mark: proud Gyas and his train The crowded shore with acclamations fill,

In triumph rode the victors of the main : Part to behold, and part to prove their skill.' But steering round, he charg'd his pilot stand And first the gifts in public view they place, More close to shore, and skim along the sand. Green laurel wreaths, and palm (the victor's Let others bear to sea. Menetes hcard, Within the circle, arms and tripods lie, (grace): But secret shelves too cautiously he feard: Ingots of gold and silver heap'd on high,

And, fearing, sought the deep; and still aloof he And vests embroider'd of the Tyrian dye.

steer'd. The trompet's clangour then the feast proclaims, With louder cries the captain call'd again; And all prepare for their appointed games.

Béar to the rocky shore, and shun the main." Four gallies first, with equal rowers bear,

He spoke, and, speaking at his stern, he saw Advancing, in the watery lists appear.

The bold Cloanthus near the shelvings draw: The speedy Dolphin, that outstrips the wind, Betwixt the mark and him the Scylla stood, Bore Mnestheus, author of the Memnian kind : And, in a closer compass, plough'd the flood: Gyas the vast Chimæra's bulk commands,

He pass'd the mark, and wheeling got before : Which rising like a towering city stands :

Gyas blasphem'd the gods, devoutly swore, Three Trojans tug at every labouring var;

Cry'd out for anger, and his hair be tore. Three banks in three degrees the sailors bore; Mindless of others' lives (so high was grown Beneath their sturly strokes the billows ruar, His rising rage) and careless of his own, Sergesthus, who began the Sergian race,

The treinbling dotard to the deck he drew, In the great Centaur took the leading place : And hoisted up, and over-board he threx. Cloanthus on the sea-green Scylla stoud,

This done be seiz'd the helm, his fellows cheerd, From whom Cluentius draws his Trojan blood. Turn'd short upon the shelves, and madly steer'd. Far in the sea, against the foaming shore,

Hardly his head the plunging pilot rears, 'There stands a rock; the raging billous roar Clogg'd with his clothes, and cumber'd with his Above his head in storms; but, when 'tis clear,

Pears: Uncurl their ridgy backs, and at his fout appear. Now dropping wet, he climbs the cliff with pain ; In peace below the gentle waters run;

The crowd, that saw him fall, and foat again, The cormorants above lie basking in the Sun. Shout from the distant shore, and loudly laugh'd, On this the hero fix'd an oak in sight,

To see his heaving breast disgorge the briny The mark to guide the mariners aright.

dranglt. To bear with this, the seamen stretch their oars; The following Centaur, and the Dolphin's crew, Then round the rock they steer, and seek the Their vanish'd hopes of victory renew : former shores.

While Gyas lags, they kindle in the race, The lots decide their place: above the rest, To reach the mark : Sergesthus takes the place: Each leader shining in his 'Tyrian rest :

Mnestheus pursues; and, while around they wind, The common crew, with wreaths of poplar boughs, Comes up, not half bis galley's length behind. Their temples crown, and shade their sweaty brows. Then on the deck amidst his mates appeard, Besmear'd with oil, their naked shoulders shine: And thus their drooping courages he cheerd: All take their seats, and wait the sounding sign. “ My friends, and Hector's followers heretofore, They çripe their ears, and every panting breast Exert your vigour; tug the labouring oar; (crew, Is rais d by turns with hope, by turns with fear de Stretch'd to your strokes, iny still-unconquer'd press'd.

Whom from the flaming walls of Troy I drex.

In this, our common interest, let me find

The herald summons all, and then proclaims That strength of hand, that courage of the mind, Cloanthus conqueror of the naval games. As when you stemm’d the strong Malæan tiood, The prince with laurel crowns the victor's head, And o'er the Syrtes' broken billows row'd.

And three fat steers are to his vessel leil; I seek not now the foremost palm to gain; The ship's reward: with generous wine beside, Though yet-But ah, that baughty wish is vain! And suins of silver, which the crew divide. Let those enjoy it whom the gods ordain.

The leaders are distiaguished from the rest, But to be last, the lags of all the race,

The victor honour'd with a nobler vest : Redeem yourselves and me from that disgrace." Where gold and purple strive in equal rows. Now one and all, they tug amain ; they row And needle-work its happy cost bestows. At the full stretch, and shake the brazen prow There, Ganymede is wrought with living art, The sea beneath them sinks: their labouring sides Chasing through Ida's groves the trembling bart; Are swell'd, and sweat runs guttering down in tides. Breathless he seems, yet eager to pursue : Chance aids their daring with unhop'd success;

When from aloft descends, in open'view, Sergesthus, eager with his beak, to press

The bird of Jove; and, sousing on his prey, Betwist the rival galley and the rock,

With crooked talons bears the boy away. Shuts th' unwieldy Centaur in the lock.

In vain, with liftesl bands and gazing eyes, The vessel struck; and, with the dreadful shock, His guards behold him soaring through the skies, Her oars she shiver'd, and her head she broke. And dogs pursue his flight, with imitated cries. The trembling rowers from their banks arise,

Mnestheus the second victor was declar'd; And, anxious for themselves, renounce the prize. And summon’d there, the second prize he shard: With iron poles they heave her off the shores; A coat of mail, which brave Demoleus bore, And gather from the sea their foativg oars. More brave Æneas from his shoulders tore, The crew of Mnestheus, with elated minds, In single combat on the Trojan shore. Urge their success, and call the willing winds : This was ordain'd for Mnestheus to possess, Then ply their oars, and cut their liquid way In war for his defence; for ornament in peace : In larger compass on the roomy sea.

Rich was the gift, and glorious to behold; As when the dove her rocks hold forsakes,

But yet, so pouderous with its plates of gold, Rous'd in a fright, her sounding wings she shakes, That scarce two servants could the weight sustain, The cavern rings with clattering; out she dies, Yet, loaded thus, Demoleus o'er the plain And leaves her callow care, and cleaves the skies ; Pursued, and lightly seiz'd the Trojan train. At first she Autters; but at length she springs The third succeeding to the last reward, To smoother fight, and shoots upon her wings; Two goodly bowls of massy silver shar'd; So Mnestheus in the Dolphin cuts the sea,

With tigures prominent, and richly wrought, And flying with a force, that force assists his way. And two brass cauldrons from Dodona brought. Sergesthus in the Centaur soon be pass'd,

Thus, all rewarded by the hero's hands, Wedg'd in the rocky shoals, and sticking fast. Their conquering temples bound with purple bands. In vain the victor he with cries implores,

And now Sergesthus, clearing from the rock, And practises to row with shatter'd oars.

Brought back bis galley shatter'd with the shock. Then Mnestheus bears with Gyas, and outflies : Forlorn she look'd without an aiding oar, The ship without a pilot yields the prize.

And hooted by the vulgar, made to shore. Unvanquish'd Scylla now alone remains;

As when a snake, surpris'd upon the road, Her he pursues, and all his vigour strains.

Is crush'd athwart her body by the load Shouts from the favouring multitude arise,

Of heavy wheels; or with a mortal wound Applauding echo to the shouts replies; (the skies. Her belly bruis'd, and trodden to the ground, Shouts, wishes, and applause, run rattling through In vain, with loosen'd curls, she crawls along, These clamours with disdain the Scylla heard, Yet fierce above, she brandishes her tongue : Much grudg'd the praise, but more the robb'd re- Glares with her eyes, and bristles with her scales, ward :

But, grovelling in the dust, her parts unsound she Resolv'd to hold their own, they mend their pace;

trails! All obstinate to die, or gain the race.

So slowly to the port the Centaur tends,
Rais'd with success, the Dolphin swiftly ran But what she wants in oars with sails amends :
(For they can conquer who believe they can): Yet, for his galley sav'd, the grateful prince
Both urge their oars, and fortune both supplies, Is pleas'd th' unhappy chief to recompense.
And both perhaps had shar'd an equal prize : Pholoe, the Cretan slave, rewards his care,
When to the seas Cloanthus holds his hands, Beauteous herself, with lovely twins, as fair.
And succour from the watery powers demands : From thence his way the Trojan hero bent,
“ Gods of the liquid realms, on which I row, Into the neighbouring plain, with mountains pent,
If, giv'n by you, the laurel bind my brow, Whose sidles were shaded with surrounding wood:
Assist to make me guilty of my vow.

Full in the midst of this fair valley stood
A snow-white bull shall on your shore be slain, A native theatre, which rising slow,
His offer'd entrails cast into the main:

By just degrees, o'erlook’ the ground below.
And ruddy wine, from golden goblets thrown, High on a sylvan throne the leader sate,
Your graceful gift and my return shall own.' A numerous train attend in solemn state;
The choir of nymphs, and Phorcus from below, Here those, that in the rapid course delight,
With virgin Papopea, heard his vow;

Desire of honour and the prize invite:
And old Portuoos, with his breadth of hand, The rival runners without order stand,
Push'd on, and sped the galley to the land. The Trojans, mix'd with the Sicilian bard.
Swift as a shaft, on winged wind, she fies; First Nisus with Furyalus appears,
Abd, darting to the port, obtains the prize. Euryalus a boy of blooming years;

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With sprightly grace, and equal beauty crown'd: But fortune's errours give me leave to mend,
Nisus, for friendship to the youth renown'd. At least to pity my deserving friend."
Diores, next, of Priam's royal race,

He said: and, from among the spoils, he draws Then Salius; join'd with Patron, tvok their place : (Ponderous with shaggy inane and golden paws) But Patron in Arcadia had his birth,

A lion's hide, to Salius this he gives; And Salius his from Acarnanian earth.

Nisus with envy sees the gift, and grieres. Then two Sicilian youths, the names of these, “ If such rewards to vanquish'd men are due," Swift Helyinus, and lovely Panopes,

He said, “ and falling is to rise by you, Both joHy huntsmen, both in forest bred,

What prize may Nisus from your bounty claim, And owning old Acestes tor their head.

Who merited the first rewards and faine? With several others of ignobler name,

In falling, both an equal fortune try'd; Whom time has not deliver'd o'er to fame. Would fortune for my fall so well provide!”

To these the hero thus his thoughts explain'd: With this he pointed to his face, and show'd In words, which general approbation gain'd: His hands, and all his habit smear'd with blood. “ Oge coinmop largess is for all design'd;

Th’indulgent father of the people smil'd,
The vanquish'd and the victor shall be join'd. And caus'd to be produc'd an ample shield
Two darts of polish'd steel and Gnosian wood, Of wondrous art, by Didymaon wrought,
A silver-studded ax alike bestow'd.

Long since from Neptune's bars in triumph brought.
The foremost three have olive wreaths decreed; This giv'n to Nisus, he divides the rest;
The first of these obtains a stately steed

And equal justice in his gifts express'd. Adorn’d with trappings; and the next in fame, The race thus ended, and rewards bestow'd, The qniver of an Amazonjan dame,

Once more the prince bespeaks the attentive crowd: With featherd Thracian arrows well supply'd ; “ If there be here, whose dauntless courage dare A golden belt shall gird his manly side,

In gauntlet fight, with limbs and body bare, Which with a sparkling diamond shall be ty'd: His opposite sustain in open view, The third this Grecian helmet shall content," Stand forth the champion, and the games renew. He said : to their aproiuted base they went: Two prizes I propose, and thus divide : With beating hearts th' expected sign receive, A bull with gilded horns, and fillets ty'd, Aud, starting all at once, the barrier leave. Shall be the portion of the conquering chief, Spread out, as on the winged winds, they few, A sword and helin shall cheer the loser's grief.” And seiz'd the distant goal with greedy view. Then haughty Dares in the lists appears; Shot froin the crowd, switt Nisus all o'er-pass’d; Stalking he strides, his head erected bears, Nor storms, nor thunder, equal half his haste. His nervous arms the weighty gauntlet wield, The next, but though the next, yet far disjoin'd, and loud applauses echoʻthrough 'the field. Came Salius, and Euryalus behind;

Dares alone in combat ns'd to stand, Then Helymus, whom young Diores ply'd,

The match of mighty Paris hand to hand; Step after step, and almost side by side :

The same at Hector's funerals undertouk His shoulders pressing, and in longer space Gigantic Butes, of th' Amician stock; Had won, or left at least a dubious race.

And, by the stroke of his resistless hand, Now spent, the goal they almost reach at last; Stretch'd the vast bulk upon the yellow sande When eager Nisus, hapless in his haste,

Such Dares was ; and such he strode along, Slipp'd first, and, slipping, fell upon the plain, And drew the wonder of the gazing throng. Sok'd with the blood of oxen newly slain :

His brawny back, an ainple breast he shows; The careless victor had not mark'd his way ; His lifted arms around his head be throws;' But, treading where the treacherous puddle lay, And ireals in whistling air his empty blows. His heels flew up; and on the grassy floor

His match is sought; but thro' the trembling band, He fell, besmear'd with filth and holy gore. Not one dares answer to the proud demand. Not mindless then, Euryalus, of thee,

Presuming of his force, with sparkling eyes, Nor of the sacred bonds of amity,

Already he devours the promis'd prize.. He strove th’immediate rival's hope to cross, He claims the bull with awless insolence; And caught the foot of Salius as he rose :

And, baving seiz'd his horns, accosts the prince: So Salins day extended on the plain;

“ If none my matchless valour dares oppose, Luryalus springs out, the prize to gain,

How long shall Dares wait his dastard focs? And leaves the crowd : applauding peals attend Permit me, chief, permit without delay, The victor to the goal, who vanquish'd by his To lead this uncontended gift away." friend.

The crowd assents; and, with redoubled cries, Next Helymus, and then Diores came,

For the proud challenger demands the prize." By two mistortunes made the third in fame.

Acestes, fir'd with just disdain, to see But Salius enters; and, exclaiming loud The palm usurp'd without a victory, For justice, deafens and disturbs the crowd : Reproach'd Entellus thus, who sate beside, Urges his cause may in the court be heard ; And heard, and saw unmov'd, the Trojan's pride: And pleads, the prize is wrongfully preferr'd. Once, but in vain, a champion of renown, But favour for Euryalus appears;

So tamely can you bear the ravish'd crown? His blooming beauty, with his tender years, A prize in triumph, borne before your sight, Had brib'd the judges for the promis'd prize; And shun for fear the danger of the fight; Besides, Diores fills the court with cries :

Where is our Eryx now, the boasted name, Who vainly reaches at the last reward,

The god who taught your thundering arm the If the first palm on Salius be conferrd.

game? Then thus the prince: “Let nu disputes arise : Where now your baffled honour, where the spoil Where furtune plie'd it, I award the prize : That tilld your house, and fame that fill'd our isle?"

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