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Then thus (the godlike Diomed rejoin'd): My choice declares the impulse of my mind, How can I doubt, while grent Ulylles ftands To lend his counfels, and athift our hands? A chief, whofe fafety is Minerva's care; So fam'd, fo dreadful, in the works of war: Bleft in his conduct, I no aid require; Wisdom like his might pals through flames of fire.

It fits thee not, before thefe chiefs of fame, (Reply'd the fage) to praise me, or to blame : Praife from a friend, or cenfure from a foe, Are loft on hearers that our merits know. But let us hate-Night rolls the hours away, The reddening orient fhows the coming day, The stars shine fainter on th' æthereal plains, And of Night's empire but a third remains. Thus having spoke, with generous ardour preft, In arms terrific their huge limbs they dreft. A two-edg'd faulchion Thrafymed the brave, And ample buckler, to Tydides gave: Then in a leathern helm he cas'd his head, Short of its creft, and with no plume o'eripead: (Such as by youths unus'd to arms are worn; No fpoils enrich it, and no studs adorn.) Next him Ulyffes took a fhining fword, A bow and quiver, with bright arrows stor❜d: A well-prov'd cafque, with leather braces bound, (Thy gift, Meriones) his temples crown'd: Soft wool within; without, in order fpread, A boar's white teeth grinn'd horrid o'er his head. This from Amyntor, rich Ormenus' fon, Autolychus by fraudful rapine won, And gave Amphidamas; from him the prize Molus receiv'd, the pledge of focial ties; The helmet next by Merion was poffefs'd, And now Ulyffes' thoughtful temples prefs'd. Thus fheath'd in armis, the council they forsake, And dark through paths oblique their progrefs Just then, in fign the favour'd their intent, [take. A long-wing'd heron great Minerva fent: This, though furrounding fhades obfcur'd their view, [knew.

By the thrill clang, and whistling wings, they As from the right the foar'd, Ulyffes pray'd, Hail'd the glad omen, and addrefs'd the Maid:

O daughter of that God, whofe arm can wield Th' avenging bolt, and shake the dreadful shield! O thou! for ever prefent in my way, Who all my motions, all my toils, furvey! Safe may we pais beneath the gloomy shade, Safe by thy fuccour to our fhips convey'd ; And let fome deed this fignal night adorn, To claim the tears of Trojans yet unborn.

Then godlike Diomed preferr'd his prayer: Daughter of Jove, unconquer'd Pallas! hear. Great queen of arms, whofe favour Tydeus won, As thou defend'ft the fire, defend the fon. When on lopus' banks the banded powers Of Greece he left, and fought the Theban towers, fhow, Peace was his charge; receiv'd with peaceful He went a legate, but return'd a foe: Then help'd by thee, and cover'd by thy fhield, He fought with numbers, and made numbers So now be prefent, Oh celeftial Maid! So ftill continue to the race thine aid!

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A youthful fteer fhall fall beneath the ftroke,
Untam'd, unconfcious of the galling yoke,
With ample forehead, and with fpreading horns,
Whole taper tops refulgent gold adorns.

The heroes pray'd; and Pallas from the skies
Accords their vow, fucceeds their enterprize.
Now, like two lions panting for the prey,
With dreadful thoughts they trace the dreary way,
Through the black horrors of th' enfanguin's
plain,

Through duft, through blood, o'er arms and hills of flain.

Nor lefs bold Hector, and the fons of Troy, On high defigns the wakeful hours employ : Th' affembled peers their lofty chief inclos'd; Who thus the counfels of his breaft propos'd:

What glorious man for high attempts prepard, Dares greatly venture, for a rich reward, Of yonder fleet a bold difcovery make, [take? What watch they keep, and what refolves they If now fubdued they meditate their flight, And spent with toil neglect the watch of night? His be the chariot that fhall please him mott, Of all the plunder of the vanquish'd host ; His the fair fteeds that all the reft excel, And his the glory to have ferv'd fo well.

A youth there was among the tribes of Troy, Dolon his name, Eumedes' only boy (Five girls befide the reverend herald told). Rich was the fon in brafs, and rich in gold, Not bleft by nature with the charms of face, But fwift of foot, and matchlefs in the race. Hector! (he faid) my courage bids me meet This high achievement, and explore the fleet : But first exalt thy fceptre to the skies, And fwear to grant me the demanded prize: Th' immortal courfers, and the glittering car, That bear Pelides through the ranks of war, Encourag'd thus, no idle fcout I go, Fulfil thy with, their whole intention know. Ev'n to the royal tent purfue my way, And all their counfels, all their aims betray. The chief then heav'd the golden fceptre high, Attesting thus the monarch of the sky: Be witnels thou! immortal Lord of all! Whose thunder fhakes the dark aërial hall: By none but Dolon fhall this prize be borne, And him alone th' immortal steeds adorn.

Thus Hector fwore: the Gods were call'd in

vain;

But the rafh youth prepares to fcour the plain:
Across his back the bended bow he flung,

A wolf's grey hide around his shoulders hung,
A ferret's downy fur his helmet lin❜d,
And in his hand a pointed javelin shin'd.
Then (never to return) he fought the shore,
And trod the path his feet must tread no more.
Scarce had he pais'd the steeds and Trojan throng
(Still bending forward as he cours'd along),
When, on the hollow way, th' approaching tread
Ulyffes mark'd, and thus to Diomed:

O friend! I hear fome ftep of hostile feet,
Moving this way, or haftening to the fleet:
Some ipy perhaps, to lurk befide the main;
Or nightly pillager that ftrips the flain.
Yet let him pafs, and win a little pace;
Then ruth behind him, and prevent his pace.

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But if too swift of foot he flies before,
Cráne his course along the fleet and fhore,
Jetwixt the camp and him our fpears employ,
And intercept his bop'd return to Troy.
Wah that they ftepp'd afide, and ftoop'd their
(As Dokon país'd) behind a heap of dead: [head
Aking the path the fpy unwary flew;
Soft, at just distance, both the chiefs pursue.
So diftant they, and fuch the space between,
As when two teams of mules divide the green
(To whom the hind like fhares of land allows),
When now new furrows part th' approaching
ploughs

Now Dolon ftening heard them as they paft;
Hector (he thought) had fent, and check'd his
Till fcarce at diftance of a javelin's throw, [hafte,
No mice fucceding, he perceiv'd the foe.
As when two skilful hounds the leveret wind;
Or chase through woods obfcure the trembling
Now lat, now teen, they intercept his way, [hind;
And from the herd ftill turn the flying prey:
So faft, and with fuch fears, the Trojan flew;
So clofe, is cunftant, the bold Greeks pursue.
Now almoft on the fleet the daftard falls,
And mingles with the guards that watch the walls;
When brave Tydides stopp'd; a generous thought
(Infpir'd by Pallas) in his bofom wrought,
Left on the foe fome forward Greek advance,
And fnatch the glory from his lifted lance.
Then thus aloud: Whoe'er thou art remain;
This javelis elie shall fix thee to the plain.
He faid, and high in air the weapon caft,
Which wilful er'd, and o'er his fhoulder past;
Then fix'd in earth. Against the trembling wood
The wretch flood propp'd, and quiver'd as he
A fadden palty feiz'd his turning head;
His loose teeth chatter'd, and his colour fled :
The panting warriors feize him as he stands,
And with unmanly tears his life demands.

[ftood;

O fpate my youth, and for the breath I owe, Large gifts of price my father shall beftow. Vait heaps of brafs fhall in your hips be told, And feel well-temper'd, and refulgent gold. To whom Ulyffes made this wife reply. Whoe'er thou art, be bold, nor fear to die. What moves thee, fay, when fleep has clos'd the To roam the filent fields in dead of night? [fight, Cam'ft thou the secrets of our camp to find, By Hector prompted, or thy daring mind? Or art fome wretch by hopes of plunder led Through heaps of carnage to defpoil the dead? Then thus pale Dolon with a fearful look, Stili as he spoke, his limbs with horror shook) Hiber I came, by Hector's words deceiv'd; Mac did he promife, rafhly I believ'd: No le a bribe than great Achilles' car, And fole swift fteeds that sweeps the ranks of Urg'd me, unwilling, this attempt to make; [war, To learn what counfels, what refolves you take : 1:, now fubdued, you fix your hopes on flight, And, tard with toils, neglect the watch of night? Bold was thy aim, and glorious was the prize! Clydes, with a fcornful fmile, replies) Far other rulers thofe proud fteeds demand, And from the guidance of a vulgar hand; En great Achilles fcarce their rage can tame, Achalies, fprung from an immortal dame.

But fay, be faithful, and the truth recite !
Where lies encamp'd the Trojan chief to night ?
Where ftand his courfers? in what quarter fleep
Their other princes? tell what watch they keep:
Say, fince their conqueft, what their counfels
Or here to combat, from their city far, [are;
Or back to Ilion's wall transfer the war.

Ulyffes thus, and thus Eumedes' fon :
What Dolon knows, his faithful tongue fhall own.
Hector, the peers affembling in his tent,
A council holds at Ilus' monument,
No certain guards the nightly watch partake;
Where'er yon fires afcend, the Trojans wake:
Anxious for Troy, the guard the natives keep;
Safe in their cares, th' auxiliar forces fleep,
Whose wives and infants, from the danger far,
Difcharge their fouls of half the fears of war.

Then fleep those aids among the Trojan train, (Enquir'd the chief) or scatter'd o'er the plain? To whom the spy: Their powers they thus dif pofe :

The Peons, dreadful with their bended bows,
The Carians, Caucons, the Pelafgian host,
And Leleges, encamp along the coaft.
Not diftant far, lie higher on the land
The Lycian, Myfian, and Mæonian band,
And Phrygia's horfe, by Thymbras' ancient wall;
The Thracians utmost, and apart from all.
Thefe Troy but lately to her fuccour won,
Led on by Rhefus, great Eioneus' fon:
I faw his courfers in proud triumph go,
Swift as the wind, and white as winter [now:
Rich filver plates his fhining car infold;
His folid arms, refulgent, flame with gold;
No mortal fhoulders fuit the glorious load,
Celestial Panoply, to grace a God!
Let me, unhappy, to your fleet be borne,
Or leave me here, a captive's fate to mourn,
In cruel chains; till you return reveal,
The truth or falsehood of the news I tell.

To this Tydides, with a gloomy frown:
Think not to live though all the truth be fhown:
Shall we difmifs thee, in fome future ftrife
To risk more bravely thy now forfeit life?
Or that again our camps thou may'st explore;
No---once a traitor, thou betray'ft no more.

Sternly he spoke, and as the wretch prepar'd With humble blandishment to stroke his beard, Like lightning fwift the wrathful faulchion flew, Divides the neck, and cuts the nerves in two; One inftant fnatch'd his trembling foul to hell, The head, yet speaking, mutter'd as it fell. The furry helmet from his brow they tear, The wolf's grey hide, th' unbended bow and spear; Thefe great Ulyffes lifting to the skies, To favouring Pallas dedicates the prize:

Great Queen of arms! receive this hoftile spoil, And let the Thracian fteeds reward our toil : Thee firft of all the heavenly hoft we praise; O fpeed our labours, and direct our ways! This faid, the fpoils with dropping gore defac'd, High on a fpreading tamarisk he plac'd; Then heap'd with reeds and gather'd boughs the To guide their footsteps to the place again. [plain, Through the ftill night they cross the devious fields [thields, Slippery with blood, o'er arms and heaps of

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Amidft lay Rhefus, ftretch'd in fleep profound,
And the white fteeds behind his chariot bound.
The welcome fight Ulyffes firft defcries,
And points to Diomed the tempting prize.
The man, the couriers, and the car behold!
Defcrib'd by Dolon, with the arms of gold.
Now, brave Tydides! now thy courage try,
Approach the chariot, and the steeds untie;
Or if thy foul afpire to fiercer deeds,
Urge thou the flaughter, while I feize the steeds,
Pallas (this faid) her hero's botom warms,
Breath'd in his heart, and ftrung his nervous arms;
Where'er he pass'd a purple ftream pursued
His thirity fauichien, tat with hostile blood;
Bath'd all his footsteps, dy'd the fields with gore,
And a low groan remurmur'd through the shore.
So the grim lion from his nightly den,
O'erleaps the fences, and invades the pen;
On fheep or goats, retittlefs in his way,
He falls, and foaming rends the guardlefs prey.
Nor ftopp'd the fury of his vengeful hand,
Till twelve lay breathlefs of the Thracian band.
Ulyffes following, as his partner flew,
Back by the foot each flaughter'd warrior drew;
The milk-white courfers ftudious to convey
Safe to the hips, he wifely clear'd the way;
Left the fierce lieeds, not yet to battles bred,
Should start, and tremble at the heaps of dead,
Now twelve dispatch'd, the monarch last they

found;

Tydides' faulchion fix'd him to the ground.
Just then a deathful dream Minerva fent;
A warlike form appear'd before his tent,
Whofe vifionary fteel his bofom tore :

So dream'd the monarch, and awak'd no more.
Ulyffes now the fnowy fteeds detains,
And leads them, faften'd by the filver reins;
Thefe, with his bow unbent, he lash'd along;
(The fcourge forgot, on Rhetus' chariot hung.)
Then gave his friend the fignal to retire;
But him, new dangers, new achievements fire:
Doubtful he ftood, or with his recking blade
To fend more heroes to th' internal fhade,
Drag off the car where Rhefus' armour lay,
Or heave with manly force, and lift away.
While unrefolv'd the fon of Tydeus ftands,
Fallas appears, and thus her chief commands:
Enough, my fon; from father flaughter cease,
Regard thy fatety, and depart in peace;
Haite to the hips, the gotten fpoils enjoy,
Nor tempt too far the hoftile Gods of Troy.
The voice divine confefs the martial Maid;
In hafte he mounted, and her word obey'd;
The courfers fly before Ulyffes' Dow,

Swift as the wind, and white as winter-fnow.
Not unobferv'd they pafs'd: the God of Light
Had watch'd his Troy, and mark'd Minerva s

flight

Saw Tydeus' fon with heavenly fuccour bleft, And vengeful anger fill'd his facred breast.

Swift to the Trojan camp defcends the Power,
And wakes Hippocoon in the morning hour
(On Rhefus' fide accuftom'd to attend,
A faithful kinfman, and instructive friend).
He rofe, and saw the field deform'd with blood,
An empty space where late the courfers stood,
The yet-warm Thracians panting on the coast;
For each he wept, but for his Rhesus most:
Now while on Rhefus' name he calls in vain,
The gathering tumult fpreads o'er all the plain;
On heaps the Trojans rufh, with wild affright,
And wondering view the flaughters of the night

Mean while the chiefs arriving at the shade Where late the spoils of Hector's spy were laid, Ulyffes ftopp'd; to him Tydides bore

The trophy, dropping yet with Dolon's gore: Then mounts again; again their nimble feet The courfers ply, and thunder tow'rds the fleet.

Old Neftor first perceiv'd th' approaching found Befpeaking thus the Grecian peers around: Methinks the noise of trampling steeds I hear, Thickening this way, and gathering on my ear; Perhaps fome horses of the Trojan breed (So may, ye Gods! of pious hopes fucceed) The great Tydides and Ulyffes bear, Return'd triumphant with this prize of war. Yet much I fear (ah may that fear be vain!) The chiefs out-number'd by the Trojan train; Perhaps, ev'n now pursued, they feek the shore; Or, oh perhaps thofe heroes are no more. Scarce had he spoke, when lo! the chiefs ap

pear,

[tear: And fpring to earth; the Greeks difmifs their With words of friendship and extended hands They greet the kings: and Neftor first demands:

Say thou, whofe praises all our hoft proclaim,
Thou living glory of the Grecian name!
Say, whence thefe courfers? by what chance be
ftow'd?

The fpoil of foes, or prefent of a God?
Not thofe fair fteeds fo radiant and fo gay,
That draw the burning chariot of the day.
Old as I am, to age I fcorn to yield,
And daily mingle in the martial field;
But fure till now no courfers ftruck my fight
Like thefe, confpicuous through the ranks of fight
Some God, I deem, conferr'd the glorious prize,
Bleft as ye are, and favourites of the skies;
The care of him who bids the thunder roar,
And her, whofe fury bathes the world with gor
Father! not fo (fage Ithacus rejoin'd)
The gifts of heaven are of a nobler kind.
Of Thracian lineage are the steeds ye view,
Whofe hoftile king the brave Tydides flew;
Sleeping he dy'd, with all his guards around,
And twelve befide lay gasping on the ground.
i hefe other spoils from conquer'd Dolon came,
A wretch, whofe fwiftnefs was his only fame,
By Hector fent our forces to explore,
He now lies headlefs on the fandy shore.

Then o'er the trench the bounding courfers flew
The joyful Greeks with loud acclaim purfue.
Straight to Tydides' high pavilion borne,
The matchlefs fteeds his ample ftall adorn:
The neighing courfers their new fellows greet,
And the full racks are heap'd with generous whea

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Ten rows of azure fteel the work infold,
Twice ten of tin, and twelve ot ductile gold;
Three glittering dragons to the gorget rife,
Whofe imitated fcales, against the skies
Reflected various light, and arching bew'd,
Like colour'd rainbows o'er a fhowry cloud
(Jove's wondrous bow, of three celeftial dyes,
Plac'd as a fign to man amid the skies).
A radiant baldrick, o'er his fhoulder ty'd,
Suftain'd the fword that glitter'd at his fide:
Gold was the hilt, a filver fheath encas'd
The thining blade, and golden hangers grac❜d.
His buckler's mighty orb was next difplay'd,
That round the warrior caft a dreadful flade;
Ten zones of brafs its ample brim furround,
And twice ten boffes the bright convex crown'd:
Tremendous Gorgon frown'd upon its field,
And circling terrors fill'd the expreffive shield:
Within its concave hung a filver thong,
On which a mimic ferpent creeps along;
His azure length in eafy waves extends,
Till in three heads th' embroider'd monfter ends.
Caft o'er his brows his fourfold helm he plac'd,
With nodding horse hair formidably grac'd:
And in his hands two fteely javelins weilds,
That blaze to heaven, and lighten all the fields.

That inftant Juno and the martial Maid
In happy thunders promis'd Greece their aid;
High o'er the chief they clash'd their arms in air,
And, leaning from the clouds, expect the war.

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Clofe to the limits of the trench and mound,
The fiery courfers to their chariots bound [wield
The fquires reftrain'd: the foot, with thofe who
The lighter arms, rush forward to the field.
To fecond thefe, in clofe array combin'd,
The fquadrons fpread their fable wings behind.
Now fhouts and tumults wake the tardy fun,
As with the light the warriors toils begun.
Ev'n Jove, whofe thunder tpoke his wrath, diftill'd
Red drops of blood o'er all the fatal field;
The woes of men unwilling to furvey,
And all the flaughters that must stain the day.
Near Ilus' tomb, in order rang'd around,
The Trojan lines poffefs'd the rifing ground:
There wife Polydamas and Hector stood;
Eneas, honour'd as a guardian God;
Bold Polybus, Agenor the divine,
The brother warriors of Antenor's line;
With youthful Acamas, whole beauteous face
And fair proportion match'd th` etherial race;
Great Hector cover'd with his fpacious fhield,
Plies all the troops, and orders all the field.
As the red ftar now shows his fanguine fires
Through the dark clouds, and now in night retires;
Thus through the ranks appear'd the god-like man,
Plung'd in the rear, or blazing in the van;
While ftreamy fparkles, reftleis as he flies,
Flash from his arms as lightning from the skies.
As fweating reapers in fome wealthy field,
Rang'd in two bands, their crooked weapons wield,
Bear down the furrows, till their labours meet;
Thick falls the heapy harvest at their feet:
So Greece and Troy the field of war divide,
And falling ranks are ftrow'd on every fide,
None floop'd a thought to bafe inglorious flight;
But horfe to horfe, and man to man, they fight.
Not rabid wolves more fierce conteft their prey;
Each wounds, each bleeds, but none relign the
day.

Difcord with joy the scene of death defcries,
And drinks large laughter at her fanguine eyes:
Difcord alone, of all th' immortal train,
Swells the red horrors of this direful plain:
The Gods in peace their golden maufions fill,
Rang'd in bright order on th' Olympian hill;
But general murmurs told their griefs above,
And each accus'd the partial will of Jove.
Mean while apart, fuperior and alone,
Th' eternal monarch on his awful throne,
Wrapt in the blaze of boundless glory fate;
And, fix'd, fulfill'd the just decrees of fate;
On earth he turn'd his all-confidering eyes,
And mark'd the spot where Ilion's towers arife ;
The fea with fhips, the fields with armies spread,
The victor's rage, the dying and the dead.

Thus while the morning beams increasing bright
O'er heaven's pure azure spread the glowing light,
Commutual death the fate of war confounds,
Each adverse battle gor'd with equal wounds.
But now (what time in fome fequefter'd vale
The weary woodman fpreads his fparing meal,
When his tir'd arms refufe the axe to rear,
And claim a refpite from the fylvan war;
But not till half the proftrate forest lay
Stretch'd in long ruin, and expos'd to day)
Then, nor till then, the Greeks' impulfive might
Pierc'd the black phalanx, and let in the light,

Great Agamemnon then the flaughter led,
And flew Bienor at his people's head:
Whofe fquire Oileus, with a fudden spring,
Leap'd from the chariot to revenge his king;
But in his front he felt the fatal wound,
Which pierc'd his brain, and ftretch'd him on the
ground.

Atrides spoil'd, and left him on the plain :
Vain was their youth, that glittering armour vain :
Now foil'd with duft, and naked to the sky,
Their fnowy limbs and beauteous bodies lie.

Two fons of Priam next to battle move,
The product one of marriage, one of love!
In the fame car the brother warriors ride,
This took the charge to combat, that to guide:
Far other task, than when they wont to keep,
On Ida's tops, their father's fleecy sheep!
Thefe on the mountains once Achilles found,
And captive led, with pliant ofiers bound;
Then to their fire for ainple fums reftor'd;
But now to perish by Atrides' sword;
Pierc'd in the breaft the baie born Ifus bleeds:
Cleft through the head, his brother's fate succeeds.
Swift to the fpoil the hafty victor falls,
And ftript, their features to his mind recalls,
The Trojans fee the youths untimely die;
But helpless tremble for themselves, and fly,
So when a lion, raging o'er the lawns,
Finds, on fome graffy lair, the couching fawns,
Their bones he cracks, their reeking vitals draws,
And grinds the quivering Beth with bloody jaws;
The trighted hind beholds, and dares not itay,
But fwift through rustling thickets bursts her way:
All drown'd in fweat the panting mother flies,
And the big tears roll trickling from her eyes.

Amidst the tumult of the routed train,
The fons of falfe Antimachus were flain;
He, who for bribes his faithlefs counfels fold
And voted Helen's ftay for Paris' gold.
Atrides mark'd, as thefe their fafety fought,
And flew the children for the fathers fault;
Their headstrong horfe unable to restrain,
They fhook with fear, and dropp'd the filken rein
Then in their chariot on their knees they fall,
And thus with lifted hands for mercy call:

O fpare our youth, and for the life we owe,
Antimachus fhall copious gifts bestow;
Soon as he hears, that not in battle flain,
The Grecian fhips his captive fons detain,
Large heaps of brais in ranfom fhall be told,
And steel well-temper'd and perfuafive gold.

Thefe words, attended with a flood of tears,
The youths addrefs'd to unrelenting ears:
The vengeful monarch gave this ftern reply---
If from Antimachus ye fpring, ye die:
The daring wretch who once in council flood
To fhed Ulyffes' and my brother's blood,
For proffer'd peace! and fues his feed for grace?
No, die, and pay the forfeit of your race.

This faid, Pifander from the car he caft, And pierc'd his breaft: fupine he breath'd his last. His brother leap'd to earth; but as he lay, The trenchent faulchion lopp'd his hands away; His fever'd head was tofs'd among the throng, And, rolling, drew a bloody train along. Then where the thickeft fought, the victor Blew; The kings example all his Greeks pursue.

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