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The mighty flaw makes Heaven itself rusound, The son of Arcens shone amid the rest,
The dead and dying Trojans strew the ground. In glittering armour and a purple rest,
The tower that follow'd on the fallen crew, Fair was his face, his eyes inspiring love,
Whelm'd o'er their heads, and bury'd whom it slew : Bred by his father in the Martian grove:
Some stuck upon the darts themselves had sent; Where the fat altars of Palicus flame,
All the same equal ruin underwent.

And sent in arms to purchase early fame.
Young Lycus and Helenor only 'scape;

Him when he spy'd from far, the Thuscan king Sav'd, how they know not, from the steepy leap. Laid by the lance, and took him to the sling : Helenor, elder of the two; by birth,

Thrice whirl'd the thong around his head, and
On one side royal, one a son of earth,

The heated lead, balf melted as it new : (threat
Whom, to the Lydian king, Lycimnia bare, It pierc'd his hollow temples and his brain;
And sent her boasted bastard to the war

The youth came tumbling down, and spurn'd the (A privilege which none but freemen share).

Slight were his arms, a sword and silver shield, Then young Ascanius, who before this day
No marks of honour charg'd its empty field. Was wont in woods to shoot the savage prey,
Light as he fell, so light the youth arose,

First bent in martial strife the twanging bow;
And, rising, found himself amidst his foes.

And exercis'd against a human foe.
Nor Aight was left, nor hopes to force his way; With this bereft Numanus of his life,
Embolden'd by despair, he stood at bay:

Who Turnus' younger sister took to wife.
And like a stag, whom all the troop surrounds Proud of his realm, and of his royal bride, (stride,
Of eager huntsmen, and invading hounds, Vaunting before his troops, and lengthen'd with &
Resolvid on death, he dissipates his fears,

In these insulting terms the Trojans he defy'd :
And bounds aloft against the pointed spears: “ Twice conquer'd cowards, now your shame is
So dares the youth, secure of death, and throws

shown, His dying body on his thickest foes.

Coop'd up a second time within your town!
But Lycus, swifter of his feet by far,

Who dare not issue forth in open field,
Runs, doubles, winds, and turns, amidst the war : But hold your walls before you for a shield.
Springs to the walls, and leaves his foes behind, Thus threat you war, thus our alliance force !
And snatches at the beam he first can find.

What gods, what madness hither steer'd your

up, and leaps aloft at all the stretch, You shall not find the sons of Atreus here, (course! In hopes the helping hand of some kind friend to Nor need the frauds of sly Ulysses fear. reach.

Strong from the cradle, of a sturdy brood, But Turnus follow'd hard his hunted prey,

We bear our new-born infants to the flood;
(His spear had almost reach'd him in the way, There, bath'd amid the stream, our boys ke hold,
Short of his reins, and scarce a span behind): With winter harden'd, and inur'd to coid.

Fool," said the chief, “ tho' feeter than the wind, They wake before the day to range the wood,
Could'st thou presume to 'scape when I pursue ?” Kill ere they eat, nor taste unconquer'd food.
He said, and downward by the feet he drew No sports but what belong to war they know,
The trembling dastard : at the tug he falls, To break the stubborn colt, to bend the bow.
Vast ruins come along, rent from the smoking walls. Our yonth, of labour patient, earn their bread;
Thus on some silver swan, or timorous hare, Hardly they work, with frugal diet fed.
Jove's bird comes sousing down from upper air; From ploughs and harrows sent to seek renown,
Her crooked talons truss the fearful fray:

They fight in fields, and storm the shaken town.
Then out of sight she soars, and wings her way. No part of life from toils of war is free;
So seizes the grim wolf the tender lamb,

No change in age, or difference in degree.
In vain lamented by the bleatiog dam.

We plough, and till in arms; our oxén feel, Then rushing onward, with a barbarous cry, Instead of goads, the spur, and pointed steel: The troops of 'Turnus to the combat fly.

Th’inverted lance makes furrows in the plain ; The ditch with faggots fill'd, the daring foe Ev’n time, that changes all, yet changes us in vain : Tost firebrands to the steepy turrets throw.

The body, not the mind : nor can control
Hilioneus, as bold Lucetius came

Th’immortal vigour, or abate the soul.
To force the gate, and feed the kindling flame, Our helms defend the young, disguise the grey:
Roll'd down the fragment of a rock so right, We live by plunder, and delight in prey.
It cruslı'd him louble undemeath the weight. Your vests embroider'd with rich purple shine;
Two more young Liger and Asylas slew ;

In sloth you glory, and in dances join.

(pride To bend the bow young Liger better knew :

Your vests have sweeping sleeves : with female Asylas best the pointed javelin threw.

Your turbans underneath your chins are ty'd. Brave Cæneas laid Ortygius on the plain;

Go, Phrygians, to your Dindymus agen ; The victor Cæneas was by Turnus slain.

Go, less than women, in the shapes of men; By the same hand, Clonius and Itys fall,

Go, mixt with eunuchs, in the mother's rites,
Sagar and Ida, standing on the wall.

Where with unequal sound the flute invites.
Prom Capgs' arms his fate Privernus found ; Sing, dance, and how), by turns, in Ida's shade;
Hurt by Themilla first, but slight the wound; Resign the war to men, who know the martial
His shield thrown by, to mitigate the smart,

He clapp'd his band upon the wounded part : This foul reproach Ascanius could not hear
The second shaft came swift and unespy'd,

With patience, or a vow'd revenge forbear. And pierc'd his hand, and nail'd it to his side: At the full stretch of both his hands, he drew, Transfix'd his breathing lungs, and beating heart; And almost join'd the horns of the tough yew, The soul came issuing out, and hisa'd against the But first, before the throne of Jove he stood : dart.

And thus with lifted hands invok'd the god :

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* My first attempt, great Jupiter, succeed; Thus two tall oaks, that Padus' banks adora, An annual offering in thy grove shall bleed: Lift up to Heaven their leafy heads unshora; A snow-white steer before thy altar led,

And overpress'd with nature's heavy load, Who, like his mother, bears aloft his head, Dance to the whistling winds, and at each other But with his threatening brows, and bellowing In flows a tide of Latians, when they see [nod. stands,

The gate set open, and the passage free. And dares the fight, and spurns the yellow sands." Bold Quercens, with rash Tmarus rushing on,

Jove bow'd the Heavens, and lent a gracious ear, Equicolas, who in bright armour shone, And thunder'd on the left, amidst the clear. And Hæmon first; but soon repuls'd they fly, Sounded at once the bow ; and swiftly flies Or in the well-defended pass they die. The feather'd death, and hisses through the skies. These with success are fir'd, and those with rage; The steel through both his temples forc'd the way: And each, on equal terms at length, engage. Extended on the ground Nainanus lay.

Drawn from their lines, and issuing on the plain, Go now, vain boaster, and true valour scorn; The Trojans hand to hand the fight maintain. The Phrygians, twice subdued, yet make this third Fierce Turnus in another quarter fought, Ascanius said no more: the Trojans shake (return." When suddenly th' unhop'd.for news was brought ; The Heavens with shoating, and new vigour take. The foes had left the fastness of their place, Apollo then bestrode a golden cloud,

Prevail'd in fight, and had his men in chase. To view the feats of arms, and fighting crowd ; He quits th' attack; and, to prevent their fate, And thus the beardless victor, he bespoke aloud : Runs, where the giant brothers guard the gate. “ Advance, illustrious youth ; increase in fame, The first he met, Antipbates the brave, And wide from east to west extend thy name. But base-begotten on a Theban slave ; Offspring of gods thyself; and Rome shall owe Sarpedon's son be slew: the deadly dart [heart. To thee, a race of demigods below.

Pound passage through his breast, and pierc'd his
This is the way to Heaven: the powers divine, Fix'd in the wound th' Italian cornel stood;
From this beginning date the Julian line.

Warm'd in his lungs, and in his vital blood.
To thee, to them, and their victorious heirs, Aphidnus next, and Erymanthus dies,
The conquer'd war is due: and the vast world is And Meropes, and the gigantic size

Of Bitias, threatening with his antent eyes.
Troy is too narrow for thy name." He said, Not by the feeble dart he fell opprest,
And, plunging downward, shot his radiant head; A dart were lost within that roomy breast,
Dispellid the breathing air that broke his fight, But from a knotted lance, large, heavy, strong ;
Shorn of his beams, a man to mortal sight. Which roar'd like thunder as it whirl'd along :
Old Butes' form he took, Anchises' squire,

Not two bull-bides th' impetuous force withhold; Now left to rule Ascanius, by his sire;

Nor coat of double mail, with scales of guld. His wrinkled visage, and his boary hairs,

Down sunk the monster-bulk, and press'd the His mien, bis babit, and his arms he wears;


[sound. And thus salutes the boy, too forward for his years: His arms and clattering shield on the tast body “ Suffice it thee, thy father's worthy son,

Not with less ruin, than the Bajan mole, The warlike prize thou hast already won :

(Rais'd on the seas the surges to control) The god of archers gives thy youth a part

At once comes tumbling down the rocky wall, Of his own praise ; nor envies equal art.

Prone to the deep the stones disjointed fall Now tempt the war no more." He said, and flew Off the vast pile; the scatter'd ocean flies ; (arise. Obscure in air, and vanish'd from their view. Black sands, discolour'd froth, and mingled mud, The Trojans, by his arms, their patron know; The frighted billows roll, and seek the shores: And hear the twanging of his heavenly bow. Then trembles Prochyta, then Ischia roars : Then duteous force they use, and Phæbus' name, Typhæus thrown beneath, by Jove's command, To keep from fight the youth too fond of fame. Astonish'd at the flaw that shakes the land, Undaunted they themselves no danger shun: Soon shifts his weary side, and, scarce awake, From wall to wall the shouts and clamours run: With wonder feels the weight press lighter 'on his They bend their bows; they whirl their slings

back. around:

The warrior - god the Latian troops inspird ; Heaps of spent arrows fall, and strew the ground; New strung their sinews, and their courage fir'a, And helms, and shields, and rattling arms resound. But chills the Trojan hearts with cold affright: The combat thickens, like the storm that fies Then black despair precipitates their flight. From westward, when the showery kids arise: When Pandarus beheld his brother kill'd, Or pattering hail comes pouring on the main, The town with fear, and wild confusion filld. When Jupiter descends in harden'd rain :

He turns the hinges of the heavy gate Or bellowing clouds burst with a stormy sound, With both his hands; and adds his shoulders to the And with an armed winter strew the ground.

weight. Pand'rus and Bitias, thunder-bolts of war, Some happier friends within the walls en los'd; Whom Hiera to bold Alcanor bare

The rest shut out, to certain death expos’d. On Ida's top, two youths of height and size, Fool as he was, and frautic in his care, Like firs that on their mother-mountain rise; T'admit young Turnus, and include the war. Presuming on their force, the gates urbar, He thrust amid the crowd, securely bold; And of their own accord invite the war.

Like a fierce tiger pent amid the fold. With fates averse, against their king's command, Too late his blazing backler they descry; Arm'd on the right and on the left they stand, And sparkling fires that shot from either eye: And flank the passage: shining steel they wear, His mighty members, and his ample breast, And waving crests above their heads appear. His rattling armour, and his crimson crest.

Far from that hated face the Trojans fly; Shall then a single sword such slaughter boast, All but the fool who sought his destiny.

And pass uupunish'd from a numerous host ? Mad Pandarus steps forth, with vengeance vow'd Forsaking bonour, and renouncing-fame, (shame." For Bitias' death, and threatens thus aloud: Your gods, your country, and your king, you “ These are not Ardea's walls, nor this the town This just reproach their virtuc does excite, Amata proffers with Lavinia's crown:

They stand, they join, they thicken to the fight. 'Tis hostile earth you tread ; of hope bereft, Now Turnus doubts, and yet disdains to yield; No means of safe return by flight are left." But with slow paces measures back the field; To whom, with count'nance calm, and soul sedate, And inches to the walls, where Tiber's tide, Thus Turnus : “ Then begin ; and try thy fate : Washing the camp, defends the weaker side. My message to the ghost of Priam bear,

The more he loses, they advance the more ; Tell bin a new Achilles sent thee there."

And tread in every step he trod before : (might A lance of tough ground-ash the Trojan threw, They shout, they bear him back, and whom by Rough in the riid, and knotted as it grew; They cannot conquer, they oppress with weight. With his full force he wbirl'd it first around;

As, compass'd with a wood of spears around, But the soft yielding air receiv'd the wound : The lordly lion still maintains his ground; Imperial Juno turu'd the course before,

Grins horrible, retires, and turns again, And fix'd the wandering weapon in the door. Threats bis distended paws, and shakes his mane; “ But hope not thoa," said Turnus, “ when I He loses while in vain he presses on, strike,

Nor will his courage let him dare to run; To shun thy fate; our force is not alike :

So Turnus fares, and, unresolo'd of flight, Nor thy steel temper'd by the Lemnian god :” Moves tardy back, and just recedes from fight. Then, rising, on bis utmost stretch he stood; Yet twice, enrag'd, the combat he renews, And aim'd from high : the full descending blow Twice breaks, and twice his broken foes pursues : Cleaves the broad front, and beardless cheeks, in But now they swarm; and, with fresh troops sup. two:

Come rolling on, and rush from every side. (ply'd, Down sinks the giant, with a thundering sound, Nor Juno, who sustain's his arms before, His ponderous limbs oppress the trembling ground; Dares with new strength suffice th' exhausted store. Blood, brains, and foam, gush from the gaping For Jove, with sour commands, sent Iris down, wound.

To force th' invader from th' affrighted town. Scalp, face, and shoulders, the keen steel divides; With labour spent, no longer can he wield And the shar'd visage hangs on equal sides. The heavy falchion, or sustain the shield: The Trojans fly from their approaching fate : O'erwbelm'd with darts, which from afar they fing, And had the victor then secur'd the gate,

The weapons round his hollow temples ring : And to his troops without unclos'd the bars, His golden helm gives way: with stony blows One lucky day had ended all his wars.

Batter'd, and flat, and beaten to his brows, But boiling youth, and blind desire of blood, His crest is rash'd away; his ample shield Push on his fury to pursue the crowd ;

Is falsify'd, and round with javelins fill'd. Hamstring'd behind, unhappy Gyges dy'd ;

The foe now faint; the Trojans overwhelm: Then Pbalaris is added to his side:

And Mnestheus lays hard load upon his belm. The pointed javelins from the dead he drew, Sick sweat succeeds, he drops at every pore, And their friends' arms against their fellows threw. With driving dust his cheeks are pasted o'er. Strong Halys stands in vain ; weak Phlegys fies ; Shorter and shorter every gasp he takes, Saturvia, still at hand, new force and fire supplies. and vaiu efforts, and hurtless blows he makes. Then Halius, Prytavis, Alcander fall

Arm'd as he was, at length, he leap'd from high;
(Engag'd against the foes, who scal'd the wall): Plung'd in the flood, and made the waters fly.
But whom they fear'd without, they found within : The yellow god the welcome burden bore,
At last, though late, by Linceus he was seen: And wip'd the sweat, and wash'd away the gore :
He calls new succours, and assaults the prince ; Then gently wafts him to the farther coast;
But weak his force, and vain is their defence. And sends him safe to cheer his anxious host.
Turn'd to the right, his sword the hero drew,
And at one blow the bold aggressor slew.
He joints the neck; and with a stroke so strong,
The helm flies off; and bears the head along.
Next him, the huntsman Amycus be kill'd,

In darts envenom'd, and in poison skillid.
Then Clytius fell beneath his fatal spear,
And Cretus, whom the Muses held so dear:

He fought with courage, and he sung the fight:
Arms were his business, verses his delight.

JUPITER, calling a council of the gods, forbids them The Trojan chiefs behold, with rage and grief,

to engage in either party. At Æneas's return, Their slaughter'd friends, and hastea their relief.

there is a bloody battle: Turnus killing Pallas; Bold Mnestheus rallies first the bruken train,

Æneas, lausus, and Mezentius. Mezentius is Whom brave Seresthus and his truop sustain.

described as an atheist; Lausus as a pious and To save the living, and revenge the dead,

virtuous youth : the different actions and death Against one warrior's arın all Troy they led. of these two are the subject of a poble episode. “ ), void of sense and courage,” Muest heus cry'd, "Where can you hope your coward heads to hide ? Ah, where bı yord these rmpires can you run! The gates of Heaven unfold ; Jove summons a One man, and in your camp enclo: 'd, you shun! The gods to council in the common ball.


Sublimely seated, he surveys from far

Then, father, (if I still may use that name) The fields, the camp, the fortune of the war; By ruin'd Troy, yet smoking from the flame, And all th' inferior world : from first to last I beg you, let Ascanius, by my care, The sovereign senate in degrees are plac'd. Be freed from danger, and dismiss'd the war:

Then thus th' almighty sire began : “Ye gods, Inglorious let him live, without a crown ; Natives, or denizens, of blest abodes;

The father may be cast on coasts unknown, From whence these murmurs, and this change of Struggling with fate ; but let me save the sono mind,

Mine is Cythera, mine the Cyprian towers ; This backward fate from what was first design'd ? In those recesses, and those sacred bowers, Why this protracted war? When my commands Obscurely let him rest; bis right resign Pronounc'd a peace, and gave the Latian lands. To promis'd empire, and his Julian line. What fear or hopes on either part divides

Then Carthage may th' Ausonian towns destroy, Our Heavens, and arms our powers on different

Nor fear the race of a rejected boy. sides?

What profits it my son, t escape the fire, A lawful time of war at length will come

Arm'd with his gods, and loaded with his sire; (Nor need your haste anticipate the doom) To pass the perils of the seas and wind; When Carthage shall contend the world with Rome: Evade the Greeks, and leave the war behind; Shall force the rigid rocks and Alpine chains ;

To reach th' Italian shores : if, after all, And like a flood come pouring on the plains : Our second Pergamus is doom'd to fall ? Then is your time for faction and debate,

Much better had he curb'd his high desires, Por partial favour, and permitted hate.

And hover'd o'er bis ill-extinguish'd fires. L«t now your immature dissension cease :

To Siinois' banks the fugitives restore,

(fore. Sit quiet, and compose your souls to peace." And give them back to war, and all the woes beThus Jupiter in few unfolds the charge :

Deep indignation swell’d Saturnia's heart : But lovely Venus thus replies at large :

“And must I own,” she said, “my secret smart? “O power immense, eternal energy!

What with more decence were in silence kept, (For to what else protection can we fly ?)

And but for this unjust reproach had slept. Seest thou the proud Rutulians, how they dare Did god, or man, your favourite son advise, In fields, unpunish'd, and insult my care ? With war unhop'd the Latians to surprise ? How lofty Turnus vaunts amidst his train,

By fate you boast, and by the gods' decree, In shinjag arms triumphant on the plain ?

He left his native land for Italy : Ev'n in their lines and trenches they contend;

Confess the truth ; by mad Cassandra, more And scarce their walls the Trojan troops defend : Than Heaven, inspir’d, he sought a foreign share ! The town is fill'd with slaughter, and o’erfioats, Did I persuade to trust his second Troy With a red deluge, their increasing moats.

To the raw conduct of a beardless boy? Æneas, ignorant, and far from thence,

With walls unfinish'd, which himself forsakes, Has left a camp expos'd, without defence. and through the waves a wandering voyage takes? This endless outrage shall they still sustain ? When have I urg'd him deanly to demand Shall Troy renew'd be forc'd, and fired again ? The Tuscan aid, and arm a quiet land? A second siege my banish'd issue fears,

Did I or Iris give this mad advice? And a new Diomede in arms appears.

Or made the fool himself the fatal choice? One more audacious mortal will be found;

You think it hard the Latians should destroy And I thy daughter wait another wound.

With swords your Trojans, and with fires your Troy: Yet if, with fates averse, without thy leave, Hard and unjust indeed, for men to draw The Latian lands my progeny receive,

Their native air, nor take a foreign law :
Bear they the pains of violated law,

That l'urnus is permitted still to live,
And thy protection from their aid withdraw. To whoin his birth a god and goddess give :
But if the gods their sure success foretel,

But yet 'tis just and lawful for your line,
If those of Heaven consent with those of Hell, To drive their fields, and force with fraud to join.
To promise Italy; who dare debate

Realms not your own, among your clans divide, The power of Jove, or fix another fate?

And from the bridegroom tear the promis'd bride : What should I tell of tempests on the main,

Petition, while you public arins prepare ; Of Æolus usurping Neptune's reign?

Pretend a peace, and yet provoke a war. Of Iris sent, with Bacchanalian heat,

'Twas given to you, your darling son to shrowd, T'inspire the matrons, and destroy the fleet. To draw the dastard from the fighting crowd; Now Juno to the Stygian sky descends,

And for a man obtend an empty cloud. Solicits Hell for aid, and arms the fiends.

From Aaming feets you turn'd the fiery way, That new exainple wanted yet above :

And chang'd the ships to daughters of the sea. An act that well became the wife of Jove,

But 'tis iny crime, the queen of Heaven offends, Aler:to, rais'd lsy her, with rage infames

If she presune to save her suffering friends. The peaceful bosoms of the Latian danies.

Your son, not knowing what his focs decree,
Imperial sway no inore exalts my mind

You say is absent : absent let him he.
(Such hopes I had indeed, while Ileaven was kind); Yours is Cythera, yours the Cyprian towers,
Now let my happier foes possess my place, The soft recesses, and the sacred bowers.
Whom Jove prefers before the Trojan race;

Why do you then these needless arms prepare,
And conquer they, whom you with conquest grace. And thus provoke a people prone to war?
Since you can spare, froin all your wide command, Did I with fire the Trojan toan deface,
No spot of earth, no hospitable land,

Or hinder from return your exil'd race? Which may my wandering fugitives receive Was I the cause of mischief, or the man, (Sinse baughty Junu will not give you leave); Whose lawless lust the fatal war began?

Think on whose faith th'adulterous youth rely'd : 11 And death with poison arm'd: in Lydia bora,
Who promis'd, who procur'd, the Spartan bride? Where plenteous harvests the fat fields adorn :
When all th' united states of Greece coinbin'd, Where proud Pactolus floats the fruitful lands,
To purge the world of the perfidious kind; And leaves a rich manure of golden sands.
Then was your time to fear the Trojan fate : There Capys, author of the Capuan name :
Your quarrels and complaints are now too late." And there was Mnestheus too increas'd in fame,
Thus Juno. Murmurs rise, with mixt ap. Since Turnus from the camp he cast with shame

Thus mortal war was wag'd on either side. Just as they favour, or dislike the cause :

Meantime the hero cuts the nightly tide : So winds, when yet unfledg'd in woods they lie, For, anxious, from Evander when he wert, In whispers first their tender voices try :

He sought the Tyrrhene camp, and Tarchon's tent; Then issue on the main with hellowing rage, Expos'd the cause of coming to the chief; and storins to trembling mariners presage. His name and country told, and ask'd relief:.

Then thus to both reply'd the imperial god, Propos’d the terms; his own small strength deWho shakes Heaven's axles with his awful nod.

clar'd, (When he begins, the silent senate stand

What vengeance proud Mezentius had prepar'd: With rererence, listening to the dread command: What Turnus, bold and violent, design'd; The clouds dispel; the winds their breath restrain; Then show'd the slippery state of human kind, And the bush'd waves lie flatted ou the main.) And fickle fortune ; waru'd him to beware :

“Celestials! your attentive pars incline; And to his wholesomne counsel added prayer. Since," said the god, “the Trojans must not join Tarchon, without delay, the treaty sigus : In wish'd alliance with the Latian line;

And to the Trojan troops the Tuscan joins. Since endless jarrings, and immortal hate,

They soon set sail; nor now the fates withstand, Tend but to discompose our happy state ;

Their forces trusted with a foreign hand. The war henceforward be resign'd to fate.

Æneas leads; upon his stern appear Each to his proper fortune stand or fall,

Two lions carv'd, which rising Ida bear; Equal and unconcern'd I look on all.

Ida, to wandering Trojans ever dear.
Rutulians, Trojans, are the same to me;

Under their grateful shade Æneas sat,
And both shall draw the lots their fates decree. Revolving war's events, and various fate.
Let these assault, if fortune be their friend; His left young Pallas kept, fix'd to his side,
And if she favours those, let those defend : And oft of winds inquir'd, and of the tide :
The fates will find their way.” The thunderer said; Oft of the stars, and of their watery way;
And shook the sacred honours of his head ; And what he suffer'd both by land and sea.
Attesting Styx, th' inviolable flood,

Now, sacred sisters, open all your spring : and the black regions of his brother god :

The 'Tuscan leaders, and their army sing ; Trembled the poles of Heav'n; and Earth confess'd which follow'd great Æneas to the war : the nod:

Their arms, their pumbers, and their names, do This end the sessions had: the senate rise, (skies. clare. And to his palace wait their sovereign through the A thousand youths brave Massicus obey,

Meantime, intent upon their siege, the foes Born in the Tiger, through the foaming sea ; Within their walls the Trojan host enclose : From Asium brought, and Cofa, by his care; They wound, they kill, they watch at every gate : For arıns, light quivers, bows and shafts they bears Renew the fires, and urge their happy fate. Fierce Abas next, bis men bright armour wore ;

Th’ Æneans wish in vain their wonted chief, His stern, Apollo's golden statue bore.
Hopeless of fight, more hopeless of relief ; Six hundred Populonea sent along,
Thin on the towers they stand ; and ev'n those few, All skill'd in martial exercise, and strong.
A feeble, fainting, and dejected crew :

Three hundred more for battle llva joins,
Yet in the face of danger some there stood : An isle renown'd for steel, and unexhausted mines.
The two bold brotbers of Sarpedoa's blood, Asylas on bis prow the third appears,
Asius and Acmon: botn th’ Assaraci ;.

Who Heaven interprets, and the wandering stars; Young Hæmon, and, though young, resolv'd to die. From offer'd entrails prodigies expounds, With these were Clarus and Thymetes join'd; And peals of thunder, with presaging sounds. Tibris and Castor, both of Lycian kind.

A thousand spears in warlike order stand, From Acmon's hands a rolling stone there came, Sent by the Pisans under his command. So large, it balf deserv'd a mountain's name! Fair Astur follows in the watery field, Strong--sinew'd was the youth, and big of bone, Proud of his manag'd horse, and painted shield. His brother Mnestheas could not more have done, Gravisca, noisome from the neighbouring fen, Or the great father of th' intrepid son.

And his own Cære, sent three hundred men: Some firebrands throw, some flights of arrows send; With those which Minio's fields, and Pyrgi gave; And some with darts, and some with stones defend. All bred in arms, unanimous and brave. Amid the press appears the beauteous boy,

Thou, Muse, the name of Cinyras renew; The care of Venus, and the hope of Troy.

And brare Cupavo follow'd but by few : His lovely face unarm'd, his head was bare, Whose helm confess'd the lineage of the man, In ringlets o'er his shoulders hung his hair ; And bore, with wings display'd a silver swan. His forehead circled with a diadem ;

Love was the fault of his fam'd ancestry. Distinguish'd from the crowd he shines a gem, Whose forms and fortunes in his ensigns fly. Enchas'd in gold, or polish'd ivory set,

For Cycnus lov'd unhappy Phaëton, Amidst the meaner foil of sable jet.

And sung his loss in poplar groves alone; Nor Ismarus was wanting to the war,

Beneath the sister shades to sooth bis grief : Directing pointed arrows from afar,

Heaven heard his song, and hasten!d his relief

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