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Him, the bold f leader of th' Abantian throng
Seiz'd to defpoil, and dragg'd the corpfe along:
But while he ftrove to tug th' inferted dart,
Agenor's javelin reach'd the hero's heart.
His Bank, unguarded by his ample shield,
Admits the lance: he falls, and ipurns the field;
The nerves, unbrac'd, fupport his limbs no more;
The foul comes floating in a tide of gore.
Trojans and Greeks now gather round the flain;
The war renews, the warriors bleed again;
As o'er their prey rapacious wolves engage,
Man dies on man, and all is blood and rage.
In blooming youth fair Simoïfius fell,
Sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell:
Fair Simoïfius, whom his mother bore,
Amid the flocks on filver Simois' shore:
The nymph defcending from the hills of Ide,
To feek her parents on his flowery fide,
Brought forth the babe, their common care and

And thence from Simois nam'd the lovely boy.
Short was his date! by dreadful Ajax slain
He falls, and renders all their cares in vain!
So falls a poplar, that in watery ground
Rais'd high the head, with stately branchescrown'd,
(Fell'd by fome artist with his shining steel,
To fhape the circle of the bending wheel)
Cut down it lies, tall, smooth, and largely spread,
With all its beauteous honours on its head;
There, left a fubject to the wind and rain,
And fcorch'd by funs, it withers on the plain.
Thus pierc'd by Ajax, Simoïfius lies
Stretch'd on the fhore, and thus neglected dies.
At Ajax Antiphus his javelin threw ;
The pointed lance with erring fury flew,
And Leucus, lov'd by wife Ulyffes, flew.
He drops the corpfe of Simoïfius flain,
And finks a breathlefs carcafe on the plain.
This faw Ulyffes, and with grief enrag'd
Strode where the foremost of the foes engag'd;
Arm'd with his fpear, he meditates the wound,
In act to throw; but, cautious, look'd around.
Struck at his fight the Trojans backward drew,
And trembling heard the javelin as it flew.
A chief ftond nigh, who from Abydos came,
Old Priam's fon, Democoon was his name;
The weapon enter'd clofe above his ear,
Cold through his temples glides the whizzing spear;
With piercing threaks the youth refigns his breath,
His eye-balls darken with the fhades of death;
Ponderous he falls; his clanging arms refound
And his broad buckler rings against the ground.
Seiz'd with affright the boldeft foes appear;
Ev'a godlike Hector feems himself to fear;
† Elphenor.


Slow he gave way, the reft tumultuous fled;
The Greeks with fhouts prefs on and spoil the dead;
But Phoebus now from Ilion's towering height
Shines forth reveal'd, and animates the fight.
Trojans, be bold, and force with force oppose;
Your foaming fteeds urge headlong on the foes!
Nor are their bodies rocks, nor ribb'd with steel;
Your weapons enter, and your ftrokes they feel.
Have you forgot what feem'd your dread before?
The great, the fierce Achilles fights no more.

Apollo this from Ilion's lofty towers
Array'd in terrors, rouz'd the Trojan powers:
While War's fierce Goddefs fires the Grecian foe
And fhouts and thunders in the fields below.
Then great Diores, fell by doom divine,
In vain his valour, and illuftrious line.
A broken rock the force of Pirus threw
(Who from cold Ænus led the Thracian crew);
Full on his ankle dropt the ponderous stone,
Burft the strong nerves, and crash'd the folid bone.
Supine he tumbles on the crimson sands,
Before his helpless friends and native bands,
And fpreads for aid his unavailing hands.
The foe rufh'd furious as he pants for breath,
And through his navel drove the pointed death:
His gufhing entrails fmok'd upon the ground,
And the warm life came iffuing from the wound.
His lance bold Thoas at the conqueror fent,
Deep in his breaft above the pap it went.
Amid the lungs was fix'd the winged wood,
And quivering in his heaving bosom stood:
Till from the dying chief, approaching near,
Th' Ætolian warrior tugg'd his weighty spear:
Then fudden wav'd his flaming faulchion round,
And gafh'd his belly with a ghaftly wound,
The corpfe now breathlefs on the bloody plain,
To fpoil his arms the victor ftrove in vain;
The Thracian bands against the victor prest;
A grove of lances glitter'd at his breast.
Stern Thoas, glaring with revengeful eyes,
In fullen fury flowly quits the prize.
Thus fell two heroes; one the pride of Thrace,
And one the leader of the Epian race:
Death's fable fhade at once o'er caft their eyes,
In duft the vanquish'd, and the victor lies.
With copious flaughter all the fields are red,
And heap'd with growing mountains of the dead.

Had fome brave chief this martial fcene beheld,
By Pallas guarded through the dreadful field;
Might darts be bid to turn their points away,
And fwords around him innocently play;
The war's whole art, with wonder had he feen,
And counted heroes where he counted men.
So fought each host with thirst of glory fir'd,
And crowds on crowds triumphantly expir'd.



The Acts of Diomed.

DIOMED, affited by Pallas, performs wonders in this day's battle. Pandarus wounds him with an arrow, but the Goddefs cures him, enables him to discern Gods from mortals, and prohibits him from contending with any of the former, excepting Venus. Aneas joins Pandarus to oppofe him: Panda

rus is killed, and Æneas in great danger, but for the affiftance of Venus; who, as fhe is removing her fon from the fight, is wounded in the hand by Diomed. Apollo feconds her in his refcue, and at length carries off Aneas to Troy, where he is healed' in the temple of Pergamus. Mars rallies the Trojans, and affifts Hector to make a ftand. In the mean time neas is reitored to the field, and they overthrow feveral of the Greeks; among the reft Tlepolemus is flain by Sarpedon. Juno and Minerva defcend to refift Mars; the latter incites Diomed to go against that God; he wounds him, and fends him groaning to heaven.

The first battle continues through this book. The scene is the fame as in the former.

Bur Pallas now Tydides' foul inspires,

Fills with her force, and warms with all her fires,
Above the Greeks his deathlefs fame to raife,
And crown her hero with diftinguith'd praife.
High on his helm celeftial lightnings play,
His beamy fhield emits a living ray;
Th' unweary'd blaze inceffant &reams fupplies,
Like the red ftar that fires th' autumnal fkies,
When freth he rears his radiant orb to fight,
And, bath'd in Ocean, fhoots a keener light.
Such glories Pallas on the chief bestow'd,
Such, from his arms, the fierce effulgence flow'd:
Onward the drives him, furious to engage,
Where the fight burns, and where the thickest


The fons of Dares first the combat fought, A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault; In Vulcan's fane the father's days were led, The fons to toils of glorious battle bred; Thefe fingled from their troops the fight maintain, Thefe from their fleeds, Tydides on the plain. Fierce for renown the brother chiefs draw near, And first bold Phegus caft his founding pear, Which o'er the warrior's fhoulder took its courfe, And spent in empty air its erring force. Not fo, Tydides, flew thy lance in vain, But pierc'd his breast, and stretch'd him on the Seiz'd with unufual fear, Idæus fled, Left the rich chariot, and his brother dead, And, had not Vulcan lent his celeftial aid, He too had funk to death's eternal fhade; But in a fmoky cloud the God of fire Preferv'd the fon, in pity to the fire. The steeds and chariot, to the navy lød, Encreas'd the fpoils of gallant Dioned. Struck with amaze and fhame, the Trojan crew Or flain, or Aed, the fons of Dares view; When by the blood-tain'd hand Minerva preft The God of battles, and this speech addreft: Stern power of war! by whom the mighty fall, Who bathe in blood, and, shake the lofty wall! Let the brave chiefs their glorious toils divide; And whofe the conquest mighty Jove decide: While we from interdicted fields retire, Nor tempt the wrata of heaven's avenging Sire. Her words allay'd the impetuous warrior's heat, The God of Arms and Martial Maid retreat; Remov'd from figlit, on Xanthus flowery bounds They fat, and lift ened to the dying founds. Mean time the Greeks the Trojan race purfue, And fome bold chieftain every leader flew : Firft Odius fal's, and bites the bloody fand, His death enrobled by Atrides' hand; As he to flig nt his wheeling car addreft, The fpeedy javelin drove from back to breast. In duft the, mighty Halizonian lay, His arms refound, the spirit wings its way.

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Thy fate was next, O Phæftus! doom'd to feel The great Idomeneus' portended steel; Whom Borus fent (his fon, and only joy) From fruitful Tarne to the fields of Troy. The Cretan javelin reach'd him from afar, And pierc'd his fhoulder as he mounts his car; Back from the car he tumbles to the ground, And everlafting fhades his eyes furround.

Then dy'd Scamandrius, expert in the chafe, In woods and wilds to 'wound the favage race; Diana taught him all her Sylvan arts, To bend the bow, and aim unerring darts: But vainly here Diana's arts he tries, The fatal lance arrefts him as he flies; From Menelaus' arm the weapon fent, Through his broad back and heaving bofom


Down finks the warrior with a thundering found,
His brazen armour rings against the ground.
Next artful Phéreclus untimely fell;
Bold Merion fent him to the realms of hell.
Thy father's fkill, O Phereclus, was thine,
The graceful fabric and the fair defign;
For, lov'd by Pallas, Pallas did impart
To him the fhipwright's and the builder's art.
Beneath his hand the fleet of Paris role,
The fatal caufe of all his country's woes;
But he, the myftic will of Heaven unknown,
Nor faw his country's peril, nor his own.
The hapless artift, while confus'd he fled,
The fpear of Merion mingled with the dead,
Through his right hip with forceful fury caft,
Between the bladder and the bone it paft:
Prone on his knees he falls with fruitlefs cries,
And death, in lafting flumber feals his eyes.

From Meges' force the fwift Pedæus fled,
Antenor's offspring from a foreign bed,
Whofe generous fpoufe, Theano, heavenly fair,
Nurs'd the young ftranger with a mother's care.
How vain thofe cares! when Meges in the rear
Full in his nape infix'd the fatal fpear!
Swift through his crackling jaws the weapo

And the cold tongue the grinning teeth divides

Then dy'd Hypfenor, generous and divine, Sprung from the brave Dolopian's mighty line, Who near ador'd Scamander made abode, Prieft of the ftream, and honour'd as a God. On him, amidst the flying numbers found, Eurypylus inflicts a deadly wound; On his broad fhoulders fell the forceful brand, Then glancing downward lopp'd his holy hand, Which ftain'd with facred blood the blufhing fand. Down funk the priest; the purple hand of death Clos'd his dim eye, and fate fupprefs'd his breath

Thus toil'd the chiefs, in different parts engag In every quarter fierce Tydides rag`d,

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Amid the Greek, amid the Trojan train,
Rapt through the ranks, he thunders o'er the
Now here, now there, he darts from place to
Pours on the rear, or lightens in their face.
Thus from high hills the torrents swift and strong
Deluge whole fields, and sweep the trees along,
Through ruin'd moles the rushing wave refounds,
O'erwhelms the bridge, and burfts the lofty
The yellow harvefts of the ripen'd year, [bounds.
And flatted vineyards, one fad wafte appear!
While Jove defcends in fluicy fheets of rain,
And all the labours of mankind are vain.

So rag'd Tydides, boundless in his ire,
Drove armies back, and made all Troy retire.
With grief the + leader of the Lycian band
Saw the wide wafte of his destructive hand:
His bended bow against the chief he drew;
Swift to the mark the thirty arrow flew,
Whole forky point the hollow breast-plate tore,
Deep in his thoulder pierc'd, and drank the gore:
The rushing ftream his brazen armour dy'd,
While the proud archer thus exulting cry'd:

Hither, ye Trojans, hither drive your feeds!
Lo! by our hand the bravest Grecian bleeds.
Not long the dreadful dart be can sustain;
Or Phoebus nrg'd me to thefe fields in vain.

So fpoke he, boastful; but the winged dart
Stopt thort of life, and mock'd the fhooter's art.
The wounded chief, behind his car retir'd,
The helping hand of Sthenelus requir'd;
Swift from his feat he leap'd upon the ground,
And tugg'd the weapon from the gufling wound;
When thes the king his guardian power addreft,
The purple current wandering o'er his vest :
Oprogeny of Jove unconquer'd maid!
If e'er my godlike Sire deferv'd thy aid,
If e'er I felt thee in the fighting field,
Now, Goddefs, now thy facred fuccour yield.
Oh give my lance to reach the Trojan knight,
Whole arrow wounds the chief thou guard'it in
And lay the boafter grovelling on the fhore, [fight;
That vaunts thefe eyes fall view the light no more.
Thus pray'd Tydides, and Minerva heard;
His nerves confirm'd, his languid fpirits cheer'd,
He feels each limb with wonted vigour light;
His beating bolom claims the promis'd fight.
Be bold (the cry'd) in every combat fhine,
War be thy province, thy protection mine;
Rush to the fight, and every foe controul;
Wake each paternal virtue in thy foul:
Strength wells thy boiling breaft, infus'd by me,
And all thy godlike father breathes in thee!
Yet more, from mortal mifts I purge thy eyes,
And fet to view the warring Deities. [plain,
The fee then fhun, through all th' embattled
Not rafhly ftrive where human force is vain.
If Venus mingle in the martial band,

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Her halt thou wound: fo Pallas gives command. With that, the blue-ey'd virgin wing'd her fight:

The hero ruib'd impetuous to the fight;
With tenfold ardour now invades the plain,
Wild with delay, and more enrag'd by pain.
As on the fleecy flocks, when hunger calls,
Amid the field a brindled lion falls;

1 Pandarus,

If chance fome fhepherd with a diftant dart
The favage wound, he roúzes at the fmart,
He foams, he roars; the fhepherd dares not stay,
But trembling leaves the feattering flocks a prey;
Heaps fall on heaps; he bathes with blood the

Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound.
Not with lefs fury ftern Tydides flew ;
And two brave leaders at an inftant flew:
Aftynous breathless fell, and by his fide
His people's paftor, good Hypenor, dy'd;
Aftynous' breaft the deadly iance receives,
Hypenor's fhoulder his broad faulchion cleaves,
Those flain he left; and fprung with noble rage
Abas and Polyïdus to engage;

Sons of Eurydamus, who, wife and old,
Could fates forefee, and myftic dreams unfold;
The youths return'd not from the doubtful plain,
And the fad father try'd his arts in vain ;
No myftic dream could make their fates appear,
Though now determin'd by Tydides fpear.

Young Xanthus next, and Thoon felt his rage;
The joy and hope of Phanops' feeble age;
Vaft was his wealth, and these the only heirs
Of all his labours, and a life of cares.
Cold death o'ertakes them in their blooming years,
And leaves the father unavailing tears:
To ftrangers now defcend his heapy store,
The race forgotten, and the name no more.

Two fons of Priam in one chariot ride
Glittering in arms, and combat fide by fide.
As when the lordly lion feeks his food
Where grazing heifers range the lonely wood,
He leaps amidit them with a furious bound,
Bends their strong necks, and tears them to the

So from their feats the brother chiefs are torn,
Their steeds and chariot to the navy borne.

With deep concern divine Æneas view'd
The foe prevailing, and his friends pursued,
Through the thick storm of finging fpears he flies,
Exploring Pandarus with careful eyes,
At length he found Lycaon's mighty fon;
To whom the chief of Venus' race begun :

Where, Pandarus, are all thy honours now,
Thy winged arrows, and unerring bow,
Thy matchlefs fkill, thy yet unrivall'd fame,
And boafted glory of the Lycian name?
Oh pierce that mortal: if we mortal call

That wondrous force by which whole armies


Or God incens'd, who quits the distant skies
To punish Troy for flighted facrifice;
(Which, oh, avert from our unhappy state!
For what fo dreadful as celestiai hate?)
Whoe'er he be, propitiate Jove with prayer;
If man destroy; if God, entreat to spare.

To him the Lycian: Whom your eyes behold,
If right I judge, is Diomed the bold !
Such courfers whirl him o'er the dusty field,
So towers his helmet, and fo flames his shield.
If 'tis a God, he wears that chief's difguife;
Or if that chief, fome guardian of the fkies
Involv'd in clouds, protects him in the fray,
And turns unfeen the fruftrate dart away.
I wing'd an arrow, which not idly fell,
The ftroke had fix'd him to the gates of hell;

And, but fome God, some angry God withstands,
His fate was due to thefe dnerring hands.
Skill'd in the bow, on foot I fought the war,
Nor join'd fwift horfes to the rapid car.
Ten polish'd chariots I poffefs'd at home,
And still they grace Lycaon's princely dome :
There veil'd in fpacious coverlets they ftand;
And twice ten courfers wait their lord's command,
The good old warrior bade me trust to these,
When first for Troy I fail'd the facred feas;
In fields aloft the whirling car to guide,
And through the ranks of death triumphant ride:
But vain with youth, and yet to thrift inclin'd,
I heard his counfels with unheedful mind,

And thought the fteeds (your large fupplies unknown)

Might fail of forage in the ftraiten'd town:
So took my bow and pointed darts in hand,
And left the chariots in my native land.

Too late, O friend! my rafhness I deplore;
These shafts, once fatal, carry-death no more.
Tydeus' and Atreus' fons their points have found,
And undiffembled gore pursued the wound.
In vain they bled: this unavailing bow
Serves, not to flaughter, but provoke the foe.
In evil hour thefe bended horns I ftrung.
And feiz'd the quiver where it idly hung.
Curs'd be the fate that fent me to the field
Without a warrior's arms, the spear and fhield;
If e'er with life I quit the Trojan plain,
If e'er I fee my spouse and fire again,
This bow, unfaithful to my glorious aims,
Broke by my hand, fhall feed the blazing flames.
To whom the leader of the Dardan race:
Be calm, nor Phoebus' honour'd gift difgrace.
The diftant dart be prais'd, though here we need
The rushing chariot, and the bounding steed,
Against you hero let us bend our courie,

And, hand to hand, encounter force with force.
Now mount my feat, and from the chariot's height
Obferve my father's fteeds, renown'd in fight,
Practis'd alike to turn, to ftop, to chase,.
To dare the shock, or urge the rapid race:
Secure with thefe, through fighting fields we go;
Or fafe to Troy, if Jove alift the foe.
Hafte, feize the whip, and fnatch the guiding rein;
The warrior's fury let this arm fustain;
Or, if to combat thy bold heart incline,
Take thou the fpear, the chariot's care be mine.
O prince! (Lycaon's valiant fon replied)
As thine the fleeds, be thine the talk to guide.
The horses, practis'd to their lord's command,
Shall bear the rein, and answer to thy hand,
But if, unhappy, we defert the fight,
Thy voice alone can animate their flight:
Elfe fhall our fates be number'd with the dead,
And these the victor's prize, in triumph led.
Thine be the guidance then: with fpear and shield
Myfelf will charge this terror of the field.

And now both heroes mount the glittering car;
The bounding courfers rufh amidst the war.
Their fierce approach bold Stheneius elpy'd,
Who thus, alarm'd to great Tydides cry'd:

O friend! two chiefs of force immense I see, Dreadful they come, and bend their rage on thee: Lo the brave heir of bold Lycaon's line, And great Eneas, fprung from race divine!

Enough is given to fame. Afcend thy car;
And fave a life, the bulwark of our war.
At this the hero caft a gloomy look,
Fix'd on the chief with fcorn; and thus he spoke
Me doft thou bid to fhun the coming fight?
Me would't thou move to base, inglorious flight?
Know, 'tis not honeft in my foul to fear,
Nor was Tydides born to tremble here.

I hate the cumbrous chariot's flow advance,
And the long distance of the flying lance;
But while my nerves are ftrong, my force entire,
Thus front the foe, and emulate my fire.
Nor shall yon steeds that fierce to fight convey
Thofe threatening heroes, bear them both away;
One chief at least beneath this arm shall die;
So Pallas tells me, and forbids to fly.
But if the dooms, and if no God withstand,
That both fhall fall by one victorious hand;
Then heed my words: my horses here detain,
Fix'd to the chariot by the ftraiten'd rein;
Swift to Æneas empty feat proceed,
And feize the courfers of etherial breed:
The race of thofe, which once the thundering God
For ravifl'd Ganymede on Tros bestow'd,
The best that e'er on earth's broad surface run,
Beneath the rifing or the setting fun.
Hence great Anchifes ftole a breed, unknown
By mortal mares, from fierce Laomedon;
Four of this race his ample stalls contain,
And two tranfport Eneas o'er the plain.
Thele, were the rich immortal prize our own,
Through the wide world should make our glory


Thus while they fpoke the foe came furious on, And ftern Lycaon's warlike race begun!

Prince, thou art met. Though late in vain affail'd, The fpear may enter where the arrow fail'd. He faid, then hook the ponderous lance, and


On his broad fhield the founding weapon rung,
Pierc'd the tough orb, and in his cuirafs hung.
He bleeds! the pride of Greece! (the boafter cries)
Our triumph now the mighty warrior lies!
Miftaken vaunter! Diomed reply'd;
Thy dart has err'd, and now my fpear be try'd:
Ye 'fcape not both; one, headlong from his car,
With hoftile blood shall glut the God of war.

He fpoke, and rifing huri'd his forceful dart,
Which, driven by Pallas, pierc'd a vital part;
Full in his face it enter'd, and betwixt
The nofe and eye-ball the proud Lycian fixt;
Graf'd all his jaws, and cleft the tongue within,
Till the bright point look'd out beneath the chin.
Headlong he falls, his helmet knocks the ground;
Earth groans beneath him, and his arms refound;
The starting courfers tremble with affright;
The foul indignant fecks the realms of night.

To guard his flaughter'd friend, Æneas flies, His fpear extending where the carcafe lies; Watchful he wheels, protects it every way, As the grim lion stalks around his prey. O'er the fall'n trunk his ample fhield difplay'd, He hides the hero with his mighty fhade, And threats aloud: the Greeks with longing eyes Behold at diftance, but forbear the prize. Then fierce Tydides floops; and from the fields, Heav'd with vaft force, a rocky fragment wields,

Ne two ftrong men th' enormous weight could men as live in thefe degenerate days. [raife, & isung it round; and, gathering ftrength to throw,

Dachary'd the ponderous ruin at the for.
Where to the hip th' inferted thigh unites,
Full on the bone the pointed marble lights;

. Through both the tendons broke the rugged ftone,
And stripp'd the skin, and crack'd the folid bone.
Sunk on his knees, and staggering with his pains,
His falling bulk his bended arm fuftains;
Lost in a dizzy mift the warrior lies;

A fadden cloud comes fwimming o'er his eyes.
There the brave chief who mighty numbers fway'd,
Oppress'd had funk to death's eternal shade;
But heavenly Venus, mindful of the love
She bort Anchifes in th' Idæan grove,
His danger views with anguish and despair,
And guards her offspring with a mother's care.
About her much-lov'd fon her arms the throws,
Her arms whole whiteness match the falling fnows.
Screen'd from the foe behind her fhining veil,
The fwords wave harmless, and the javelins fail:
Safe through the rushing horfe, and feather'd flight
of founding thafts, the bears him from the fight.
Nor Sthenelus, with unaflifting hands,
Reman'd unheedful of his lord's commands:
His panting feeds, remov'd from out the war,
He is'd with traiten'd traces to the car.
Next clung to the Dardan fpoil, detains
The heavenly courfers with the flowing manes:
Thefe, in proud triumph to the fleet convey'd,
No longer now a Trojan lord obey'd,
That charge to bold Deipylus he gave,
(Whom molt be lov'd, as brave men love the brave)
Then mounting on his car, refum'd the rein,
And fallow'd where Tydides fwept the plain.
Mean whale (his conqueft ravish'd from his eyes)
The raging chief in chafe of Venus flies:
No Goode the commiffion'd to the field,
Like Paa dreadful with her fable shield,
Or fierce Besos, thandering at the wall,
Wave fames dicend, and mighty ruins fall;
He knew foft combats fuit the tender dame,
New to the field, and ftill a foe to fame.
Through breaking ranks his furious courfe he bends,
And at the Goddess his broad lance extends;
Through her bright veil the daring weapon drove,
ambrofal veil which all the Graces wove;
Her inwy hand the razing steel profan'd,
And the transparent skin with crimson ftain'd.
From the clear vein a stream immortal flow'd,

team as iffues from a wounded God:
hemanation: uncorrupred flood;
Luke our grofs, difeas'd, terreftrial blood

Te the bread of man their life fuftains; Arvadaming juice fupplies their veins.) Wa trader fhrieks the Goddess fill'd the place, Arp'd her offspring from her weak embrace. He Platus took: he calls a cloud around The ta zag chief, and wards the mortal wound. Then, with a voice that thook the vaulted skies, Trang murts the Goddess as the flies. Ir Jare's daughter bloody bghts agree, The belt fconbat is no fcene for thee:

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Taught by this stroke, renounce the war's alarms, And learn to tremble at the name of arms.

Tydides thus: The Goddess feiz'd with dread,
Confus'd, distracted, from the conflict fled,
To aid her, fwift the winged Iris flew,
Wrapt in a mist above the warring crew.
The Queen of Love with faded charms fhe found,
Pale was her cheek, and livid look'd the wound."
To Mars, who fat remote, they bent their way,
Far on the left, with clouds involv'd he lay;
Befide him ftood his lance, diftain'd with gore,
And, rein'd with gold, his foaming steeds before.
Low at his knee, the begg'd, with ftreaming eyes,
Her brother's car, to mount the diftant skies,
And fhow'd the wound by fierce Tydides given,
A mortal man who dares encounter Heaven.
Stern Mars attentive hears the queen complain,
And to her hand commits the golden rein;
She mounts the feat, opprefs'd with filent woe,
Driven by the Goddess of the painted bow,
The lash retounds, the rapid chariot flies,
And in a moment fcales the lofty skies:
There stopp'd the car, and there the courfers ftocd,
Fed by fair Iris with ambrofial food.

Before her mother, Love's bright Queen appears,
O'erwhelm'd with anguish, and diffolv'd in tears;
She rais'd her in her arms, beheld her bleed,
And afk'd, what God had wrought this guilty deed?
Then the: This infult from no God I found,
An impious mortal gave the daring wound!
Behold the deed of haughty Diomed!
'Twas in the fon's defence the mother bled,
The war with Troy no more the Grecians wage,
But with the Gods (th' immortal Gods) engage.
Dione then: Thy wrongs with patience bear,
And share those griefs inferior powers must fhare:
Unnumber'd woes mankind from us fuftain,
And men with woes afflict the Gods again.
The mighty Mars in mortal fetters bound,
And lodg'd in brazen dungeons under ground,
Full thirteen moons imprison'd roar'd in vain;
Otus and Ephialtes held the chain:

Perhaps had perifh'd; had not Hermes' care
Reftor'd the groaning God to upper air.
Great Juno's felf has bore her weight of pain,
Th' imperial partner of the heavenly reign;
Amphitryon's fon infix'd the deadly dart,
And fill'd with anguifh her immortal heart.
Ev'n hell's grim king Alcides' power confefs'd
The shaft found entrance in his iron breaft;
To Jove's high palace for a cure he fled,
Pierc'd in his own dominions of the dead;
Where Pæon, fprinkling heavenly balm around,
Affuag'd the glowing pangs, and clos'd the wound.
Rafh, impious man! to ftain the blefs'd abodes,
And drench his arrows in the blood of Gods!

But thou (though Pallas urg'd thy frantic deed) Whofe fpear ill-fated makes a Goddefs bleed, Know thou, whoe'er with heavenly power con tends,

Short is his date, and foon his glory ends;
From fields of death when late she shall retire,
No infant on his knees fhall call him Sire.
Strong as thou art, fome God may yet be found,
To ftretch thee pale and gasping on the ground;
Thy diftant wie, Egiale the fair,
Starting from fleep with a distracted air,

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