which, being obtained by Bolingbroke as a curiosity, descended from him to Mallet, and is now, by the solicitation of the late Dr. Maty, reposited in the Museuin. Between this manuscript, which is written upon accidental fragments of paper, and the printed edition, there must have been an intermediate copy, that was perhaps destroyed as it returned from the press. From the first copy I have procured a few transcripts, and shall exhibit first the printed lines; then in a smaller print, those of the manuscripts, with all their variations. Those words in the small print, which are given in Italics, are cancelled in the copy, and the words placed under them adopted in their stead. The beginning of the first book stands thus: Suppliant the venerable father stands, For Chryses sought by presents to regain costly gifts to gain His captive daughter from the Victor's chain! Apollo's awful ensigns grac'd his hands. By these he begs, and, lowly bending down For these as ensigns of his God he bare, He sued to all, but chief implor'd for grace Ye kings and warriours, may your vows be crown'd, To all he sued, but chief implor'd for grace The brother kings of Atreus' royal race. Ye sons of Atreus, may your vows be crown'd, Your labours, by the Gods be all your labours crown'd, So may the Gods your arms with conquest bless, And Troy's proud walls lie level with the ground; laid And crown your labours with deserv'd success; But, oh! relieve a wretched parent's pain, But, oh! relieve a hapless parent's pain, Receive my gifts; if mercy fails, yet let my present move,' avenging Phoebus, son of Jove. The Greeks, in shouts, their joint assent declare He said, the Greeks their joint assent declare, 67 Of these lines, and of the whole first book, I am told that there was yet a former copy, more varied, and more deformed with interlineations. The beginning of the second book varies very little from the printed page, and is therefore set down without a parallel; the few differences do not require to be elaborately displayed. Now pleasing sleep had seal'd each mortal eye: Fly hence, delusive dream, and, light as air, Bid him in arms draw forth th' embattled train, Now tell the king 'tis giv'n him to destroy The lofty walls of wide-extended Troy; tow'rs For now no more the Gods with Fate contend; Destruction hovers o'er yon devoted wall, And nodding Ilium waits th' impending fall. Invocation to the catalogue of ships. Say, Virgins, seated round the throne divine, Since Earth's wide regions, Heav'n's unmeasur'd height, From his broad buckler flash'd the living ray; The Goddess with her breath the flames supplies, When first he rears his radiant orb to sight, Onward she drives him furious to engage, Where the fight burns, and where the thickest rage. When fresh he rears his radiant orb to sight, And gilds old Occan with a blaze of light. Bright as the star that fires th' autumnal skies, CONCLUSION OF BOOK VIII. ver. 687. As when the Moon, refulgent lamp of night, As when in stillness of the silent sight, As when the Moon in all her lustre bright; As when the oon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure sheds her silver light; pure spreads sacred As still in air the trembling lustre stood, And o'er its golden border shoots a flood; When no loose gale disturbs the deep serene, not a breath And no dim cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; not a Around her silver throne the planets glow, |