The Trojans fly before Achilles, fome towards the torun, others to the river Scamander: be falls upon the latter with great flaughter; takes twelve captives alive, to facrifice to the fhade of Patroclus; and kills Lycaon and Afteropeus. Scamander attacks him with all his waves; Neptune and Pallus affift the bero; Simoïs joins Scamander; at length Vulcan, by the infligation of Juno, almoft dries up the river. This combat ended, the other Gods engage each other. Mean while Achilles continues the flaughter, drives the reft into Troy: Agenor only makes a fand, and is conveyed away in a cloud by Apollo; zuko (to delude Achilles) takes upon him Agenor's foape, and while he pursues bim in that difguife, gives the Trojans an opportunity of retiring into their city.

The fame day continues. The fcene is on the banks and in the fiream of Scamander.

AND

(Late their proud ornaments, but now their

chains).

ND now to Xanthus gliding stream they drove, With their rich belts their captive arms conftrains Xanthus, immortal progeny of Jove. The river here divides the flying train, Part to the town fly diverfe o'er the plain, Where late their troops triumphant bore the fight; Now chas'd, and trembling in ignoble flight (Thefe with a gather'd mist Saturnia shrouds, And rolls behind the rout a heap of clouds). Part plunge into the ftream: old Xanthus roars, The flashing billows beat the whiten'd fhores: 10 With cries promifcuous all the banks refound:" And here, and there, in eddies whirling round, The flouncing steeds and shrieking warriors drown'd.

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Now down he plunges, now he whirls it round,
Deep groan'd the waters with the dying found; 25
Repeated wounds the reddening river dy'd,
And the warm purple circled on the tide.
Swift through the foamy flood the Trojans fly,
And close in rocks or winding caverns lie:
So, the huge Dolphin tempefting the main,
In fhoals before him fly the fcaly train,
Confus'dly heap'd they seek their inmost caves,
Or pant and heave beneath the floating waves.
Now, tir'd with flaughter, from the Trojan band
Twelve chofen youths he drags alive to land; 35

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Thefe his attendants to the fhips convey'd,
Sad victims! deftin'd to Patroclus' fhade.
Then, as once more he plung'd amid the flood, 40
The young Lycaon in his paffage ftood,
The fon of Priam; whom the hero's hand
But late made captive in his father's land
(As from a sycamore, his founding steel
Lopp'd the green arms to spoke a chariot wheel); 45
To Lemnos' ifle he fold the royal flave,
Where Jafon's fon the price demanded gave;
But kind Eëtion touching on the fhore,
The ranfom'd prince to fair Arisbe bore.
Ten days were paft, fince in his father's reign 50
He felt the fweets of liberty again;

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The next, that God whom men in vain withstand,
Gives the fame youth to the fame conquering hand:
Now never to return! and doom'd to go
A fadder journey to the fhades below.
His well-known face when great Achilles ey'd
(The helm and vifor he had caft afide
With wild affright, and dropp'd upon the field
His ufelefs lance and unavailing fhield)
As trembling, panting, from the stream he fled, 60
And knock'd his faultering knees, the hero faid:

Ye mighty Gods! what wonders ftrike my view!
Is it in vain our conquering arms fubdue?
Sure I fhall fee yon heaps of Trojans kill'd,
Rife from the fhades, and brave me on the field: 65
As now the captive, whom fo late I bound
And fold to Lemnos, ftalks on Trojan ground!
Not him the fea's unmeafur'd deeps detain,
That bar fuch numbers from their native plain
Lo! he returns. Try, then, my flying fpear! 70.
Try, if the grave can hold the wanderer ;

There no fad mother fhall thy funerals weep,

If earth at length this active prince can feize,
Earth, whose strong grasp has held down Her-But fwift Scamander roll thee to the deep,

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Thus while he spoke, the Trojan pale with fears
Approach'd, and fought his knees with fuppliant
Loth as he was to yield his youthful breath, [tears; 76
And his foul fhivering at th' approach of death,
Achilles rais'd the fpear, prepar'd to wound;
He kifs'd his feet, extended on the ground:
And while, above, the fpear fufpended flood,
Longing to dip its thirsty point in blood,
One hand embrac'd them close, one stopt the dart,
While thus thefe melting words attempt his heart:
Thy well-known captive, great Achilles! fee,
Once more Lycaon trembles at thy knee.
Some pity to a fuppliant's name afford,
Who fhar'd the gifts of Ceres at thy board;
Whom late thy conquering arm to Lemnos bore,
Far from his father, friends, and native shore;
A hundred oxen were his price that day,
Now fums immenfe thy mercy fhall repay.
Scarce refpited from woes I yet appear,

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Whose every wave some watery monster brings,
To feast unpunish'd on the fat of kings.
So perish Troy, and all the Trojan line!
Such ruin theirs, and such compassion mine..
What boots you now Scamander's worshipp'd
Atream,

His earthly honours, and immortal name!
In vain your immolated bulls are flain,
Your living courfers glut his gulfs in vain :
Thus he rewards you, with this bitter fate;
Thus, till the Grecian vengeance is complete;
Thus is aton'd Patroclus' honour'd fhade,
And the fhort abfence of Achilles paid.

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Thefe boastful words provoke the raging God;
With fury fwells the violated flood.
What means divine may yet the Power employ,
To check Achilles, and to refcue Troy?

Mean while the hero fprings in arms, to dare 155
The great Alteropeus to mortal war;
The fon of Pelagon, whofe lofty line

And fcarce twelve morning funs have feen me Flows from the fource of Axius, stream divine!

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Lo! Jove again fubmits me to thy hands,
Again, her victim cruel Fate demands!
I iprung from Priam and Laothöe fair
(Old Alte's daughter, and Lelegia's heir;
Who held in Pedafus his fam'd abode,
And rul'd the fields where filver Satnio flow'd),:
Two fons (alas! unhappy fons) fhe bore; Ico
For, ah! one fpear fhall drink each brother's
And I fucceed to flaughter'd Polydore. [gore;
How from that arm of terror fhall I fly?
Some dæmon urges! 'tis my doom to die!
If ever yet foft pity touch'd thy mind,
Ah! think not me too much of Hector's kind!
'Not the fame mother gave thy fuppliant breath,
With his, who wrought thy loy'd Patroclus' death.
These words, attended with a shower of tears,
The youth addreft to unrelenting ears:
Talk not of life, or ranfom, (he replies)
Patroclus dead, whoever meets me dies:
In vain a fingle Trojan fues for grace;
But leaft, the fons of Priam's hateful race.
Die then, my friends! what boots it to deplore?115
The great, the good Patroclus is no more!
He, far thy better, was foredoom'd to die,
"And thou, doft thou bewail mortality?"
Seeft thou not me, whom nature's gifts adorn,
Sprung from a hero, from a Goddess born;
The day fhall come (which nothing can avert)
When by the fpear, the arrow, or the dart,
By night or day, by force or by defign,
Impending death and certain fate are mine.
Die then-he faid: and, as the word he spoke,125
The fainting tripling funk before the ftroke:
His hand forgot its grafp, and left the fpear;
While all his trembling frame confeft his fear;
Sudden, Achilles his broad fword display'd,
And buried in his neck the reeking blade.
Prone fell the youth; and, panting on the land,
The gufhing purple dy'd the thirty fand;
The victor to the ftream the carcafe gave,
And thus infults him, floating on the wave:
Lie there, Lycaon! let the fifh furround
Thy bloated corpfe, and fuck thy gery wound :

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One ftruck, but pierc'd not the Vulcanian fhield;
One raz'd Achilles' hand; the fpouting blood
Spun forth, in earth the faften'd weapon ftood.
Like lightning next the Pelian javelin flies:
Its erring fury hifs'd along the fkies;
Deep in the fwelling bank was driven the fpear,
Ev'n to the middle earth'd; and quiver'd there.
Then from his fide the fword Pelides drew,
And on his foe with doubled fury flew.
The foe thrice tugg'd, and fhook the rooted wood;
Repulfive of his might the weapon flood:
The fourth, he tries to break the fpear in vain;
Bent as he stands, he tumbles to the plain;
His belly open'd with a ghaftly wound,
The reeking entrails pour upon the ground.
Beneath the hero's feet he panting lies,
And his eye darkens, and his spirit flies:
While the proud victor thus triumphing faid,
His radiant armour tearing from the deal:

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Sliddering and ftaggering: On the border stood
A fpreading elm, that overhung the flood:
He feiz'd a bending bough, his steps to stay;
The plant, uprooted, to his weight gave way, 270
205 Heaving the bank, and undermining all;
Loud flash the waters to the rushing fall

So ends thy glory! Such the fate they prove,
Who ftrive prefumptuous with the fons of Jove.
Sprung from a river, didst thou boat thy line?
But great Saturnius is the fource of mine.
How doft thou vaunt thy watery progeny?
Of Peleus, acus, and Jove, am 1;
The race of these fuperior far to those,
As he that thunders, to the ftream that flows.
What rivers can, Scamander might have fhown;
But Jove he dreads, nor wars against his fon, 210
Ev'n Achelons might contend in vain,
And all the roaring billows, of the main.

Th' eternal ocean, from whose fountains flow
The feas, the rivers, and the springs below,
The thundering voice of Jove abhors to hear, 215
And in his deep abyffes fhakes with fear.

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He faid, then from the bank his javelin tore,
And left the breathlefs warrior in his gore,
The floating tides the bloody carcafe lave,
And beat against it, wave succeeding wave; 220
Till, roll'd between the banks, it lies, the food
Of curling eels, and fishes of the flood. (flain)
All scatter'd round the ftream (their mightiest
Th' amaz'd Pæonians fcour along the plain:
He vents his fury on the flying crew,
Thrafius, Aftypylus, and Macfus flew;
Mydon, Therfilochus, with Ænius fell; 252
And numbers more his lance had plung'd to hell;
But from the bottom of his gulfs profound,
Scamander fpoke; the shores return the found::230
O first of mortals! (for the Gods are thine)
In valour matchlefs, and in force divine!
If Jove had given thee every Trojan head,
'Tis not on me thy rage should heap the dead.
See! my chok'd streams no more their courfe can
keep, 235
Nor roll their wonted tribute to the deep.
Turn, then, impetuous! from our injur'd flood;
Content, thy flaughters could amaze a God.
In human form confefs'd before his eyes,
The river thus, and thus the chief replies:
O facred fiream! thy word we shall obey;
But not till Troy the deftin'd vengeance pay:
Not till within her towers the perjur'd train
Shall pant, and tremble at our arms again:
Not till proud Hector, guardian of her wall,
Or ftain this lance, or fee Achilles fall.

He faid, and drove with fury on the foe.
Then to the Godhead of the filver bow
-The yellow flood began: O fon of Jove!
Was not the mandate of the fire above
Full and exprefs? that Phoebus fhould employ
His facred arrows in defence of Troy,
And make her conquer, tili Hyperion's fall
In awful darknefs hide the face of all?

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Of the thick foliage. The large trunk difplay'd
Bridg'd the rough flood across: the hero ftay'd
On this his weight, and, rais'd upon his hand, 275
Leap'd from the channel, and regain'd the land.
Then blacken'd the wild-waves; the murmur rose;
The God pursues, a huger billow throws,
And burfts the bank, ambitious to destroy
The man whofe fury is the fate of Troy.
He, like the warlike eagle, fpeeds his pace
(Swiftest and strongest of th' aerial race)
Far as a fpear can fly; Achilles springs
At every hound; his clanging armour rings:
Now here, now there, he turns on every fide, 285
And winds his course before the following tide;
The waves flow after, wherefoe'er he wheels,
And gather faft, and murmur at his heels.
So, when a peasant to his garden brings
Soft rills of water from the bubbling fprings, 298
And calls the floods from high, to blefs his bowers,
And feed with pregnant freams the plants and
flowers;

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Soon as he clears whate'er their paffage ftaid,
And marks the future current with his fpade,
Swift o'er the rolling pebbles, down the hills, 295
Louder and louder purl the falling rills;
Before him fcattering, they prevent his pains,
And shine in mazy wanderings o'er the plains.
Still flies Achilles, but before his eyes
Still fwift Scamander roils where'er he flies:
Not all his fpeed efcapes the rapid floods;
The first of men, but not a match for Gods.
Oft as he turn'd the torrent to oppose,
And bravely try if all the Powers were foes
So oft the furge, in watery mountains fpread, 305/
Beats on his back, or burts upon his head.
Yet dauntless ftill the adverfe flood he braves,
And still indignant bounds above the waves.
Tir'd by the tides, his knees relax with toil;
Wath'd from beneath him flides the flimy foil: 310
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He fpoke in vain-the chief without.difmay255
Ploughs through the boiling furge his defperate
Then, rifing in his rage above the fhores, way.
From all his deep the bellowing river roars,
Huge heaps of flain difgorges on the coaft,
And round the banks the ghafly dead are toft. 260
While all before, the billows rang'd on high
(A watery bulwark) fkreen the bands who fly.
Now bursting on his head with thundering found,
The falling deluge whelms the hero round:
His loaded fhield bends to the rufhing tide;
I His feet, upborne, fere the strong flood divide,

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Forth bursts the hero with an angry groan:

Is there no God, Achilles to befriend,

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No Power t' avert his miferable end?
Prevent, oh Jove! this ignominious date,
And make my future life the fport of Fate.
Of all Heaven's oracles believ'd in vain,
But most of Thetis, muft her fon complain;
By Phoebus' darts the prophefied my fail,
In glorious arms before the Trojan wall.
Oh! had I died in fields of battle warm,
Stretch'd like a hero, by a hero's arm!
Might Hector's fpear this dauntless bofom rend,
And my fwift foul o'ertake my flaughter'd friend!
Ah, no! Achilles meets a shameful fate, 325
Oh! how unworthy of the brave and great!
Like fome vile fwain, whom on a rainy day, Į
Croiling a ford, the torrent fweeps away,
An unregarded carcafe, to the fea.
Neptune and Pallas hale to h's relief,
And thus in human form addrefs the chief.

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The Power of Ocean first: Forbear thy fear,
O fon of Peleus! Lo, thy Gods appear!
Behold! from Jove defcending to thy aid
Propitious Neptune, and the blue-ey'd Maid. 335
Stay, and the furious flood shall cease to rave:
'Tis not thy fate to glut his angry wave.
But thou, the counfel Heaven fuggefts, attend!
Nor breathe from combat, nor thy fword fufpend,
Till Troy receive her flying fons, till all 340
Her routed fquadrons pant behind their wall;
Hector alone fhall ftand his fatal chance,
And Hector's blood fhall fmoke upon thy lance.
Thine is the glory doom'd. Thus fpake the Gods
Then fwift afcended to the bright abodes.
Stung with new ardour, thus by Heaven impell'd,
He fprings impetuous, and invades the field;
O'er all th'expanded plain the waters spread;
Heap'd on the bounding billows dance the dead,
Floating 'midit fcatter'd arms; while cafques of
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Scorch all the banks! and (till our voice reclaim
Exert th' unwearied furies of the flame!

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The Power ignipotent her word obeys:
Wide o'er the plain he pours the boundlefs blaze ;
At once confumes the dead, and dries the foil, 405
And the fhrunk waters in their channel boil.
As when autumnal Boreas fweeps the fky,
And inftant blows the water'd gardens dry :
So look'd the field, fo whiten'd was the ground,
While Vulcan breath'd the fiery blaft around. 410
Swift on the fedgy reeds the ruin preys;
Along the margin winds the running blaze:
The trees in flaming rows to ashes turn,
The flowery lotos and the tamarisk burn,
Broad elm, and cypress rifing in a spire;
The watery willows hifs before the fire.
Now glow the waves, the fishes pant for breath,
The cels lie twifting in the pangs of death:
Now flounce aloft, now dive, the scaly fry,
Or, gafping, turn their bellies to the fky.
At length the river rear'd his languid head,
And thus, fhort-panting, to the God he said :
Oh, Vulcan! oh! what power refifts thy might
I faint, I fink, unequal to the fight-
Iyield—Let Ilion fall, if Fate decree;
Ah, bend no more thy fiery arms on mè !
He ceas'd; wide conflagration blazing round; 1
rooThe bubbling waters yield a hiffing found.
As when the flames beneath a caldron rife,"
To melt the fat of fome rich facrifice,
Amid the fierce embrace of circling fires
The waters foam, the heavy fmoke afpires:
So boils th' imprison'd flood, forbid to flow,
And, chok'd with vapours, feels his bottom glow.
To Juno then, imperial Queen of Air,
The burning river fends his earnest prayer;

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And turn'd-up bucklers glitter'd as they roll'd.
High o'er the furging tide, by leaps and bounds,
He wades and mounts; the parted wave refounds.
Not a whole river flops the hero's course,
While Pallas fills him, with immortal force.
With aqual rage, indignant Xanthus roars,
And lifts his billows, and o'erwhelms his fhores.
Then thus to Simois: Hafte, my brother flood
And check this mortal, that controls a God:
Our bravest hernes elfe fhall quit the fight,
And Ilion tumble from her towery height.
Call then thy fubject ftreams, and bid them roar,
From all thy fountains fwell thy watery store,
With broken rocks, and with a load of dead,
Charge the black furge, and pour it on his head, 365
Mark how refiftlefs through the floods he goes,
And boldly bids the warring Gods be foes!
But nor that force, nor form divine to fight,
Shall aught avail him, if our rage unite:
Whelm'd under our dark gulfs thofe arms fhall lie,
That blaze fo dreadful in each Trojan eye;
And deep beneath a fandy mountain hurl'd,
Immers'd remain this terror of the world.
Such ponderous ruin. fhall confound the place,
No Greek fhall e'er his perifh'd relicks grace,
No hand his bones shall gather, or inhume;
Thefe his cold rites, and this his watery tomb.
He said; and on the chief defcends amain,
Increas'd with gore, and fwelling with the flain.
Then murmuring from his beds, he boils, he

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And a foam whitens on the purple waves:
At every step, before Achilles ftood
The crimfon furge, and delug'd him with blood.
Fear touch'd the Queen of Heaven: fhe faw dif-
may'd;

She call'd aloud, and fummon'd Vulcan's aid. 385
Rife to the war! th' infulting flood requires
Thy wafteful arm: affemble all thy fires!
While to their aid, by our command enjoin'd,
Rufh the swift eastern and the western wind.
These from old Ocean at my word fhall blow. 390
Pour the red torrent on the watery foe,
Corpfes and arms to one bright ruin turn,
And hiffing rivers to their bottoms burn.
Go, mighty in thy rage! difplay thy power, [400
Drink the whole food, the crackling trees devour.

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Ah, why, Saturnia! mult thy for engage
Me, only me, with all his wasteful rage?
On other Gods his dreadful arm employ,'
For mightier Gods affert the caufe of Troy. 440,
Subpuiflive t defift, if thou command;
But, ah! withdraw this all-deftroying hand.
Hear then my folemn oath, to yield to Fate
Unaided Ilion, and her deftin'd flate,
Till Greece fhall gird her with destructive flanie,
And in one ruin fink the 'Frojan name.

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His warm entreary touch'd Saturnia's ear :
She bade th' Ignipotent his rage forbear,
Recall the flame, nor in a mortal caufe
Infcft a God; th' obedient flame withdraws: 450
Again, the branching streams begin to spreads
And foft re-murmur in their wonted bed.

While thefe by Juno's will the ftrife refign,
The warring Gods in fierce contention join:
Re-kindling rage each heavenly breaft alarms; 455
With horrid clangor fhock'd th' ætherial arms:
Heaven in loud thunder bids the trumpet found;
And wide beneath them groans the rending

ground.

Jove, as his fport, the 'dreadful scene defcries, [460
And views contending Gods with careless eyes.
The Power of Battles lifts his brazen fpear,
And first affaults the radiant Queen of War:

What mov'd thy madness thus to dilunite
Etherial minds, and mix all Heaven in fight?
What wonder this, when in thy frantic mood 465
Thou drov'ft a mortal to infult a God?

The impious hand Tydides' javelin bore,
And madly bath'd it in celeftial gore.

Hefpoke, and note the loud-refounding fhield,
Which bears Jove's thunder on its dreadful field;
The adamantine aegis of her fire,
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That turns the glancing bolt and forked fire.
Then heav'd the Goddess in her mighty hand
A tone, the limit of the neighbouring land,
There fix'd from eldest times; black, craggy, vaft.
This at the heavenly homicide fhe caft. 476
Thundering he fails, a mass of monftrous fize;
And feven broad acres covers as he lies.
The ftunning stroke his stubborn nerves unbound;
Loud o'er the fields his ringing arms refound: 480
The fcornful dame her conqueft views with fmiles,
And, glorying, thus the proftrare God reviles:

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Hait thon not yet, infatiate fury! known
How far Minerva's force tranfcends thy own?
Juno, whom thou rebellious dar'ft withstand,
Corrects they folly thus by Pallas' hand;
Thus meets thy broken faith with just disgrace,
And partial aid to Troy's perfidious race.
The Goddefs fpoke, and turn'd her eyes away,
That, beaming round, diffus'd celesial day,
Jove's Cypriau daughter, ftooping on the land,
Lent to the wounded God her tender hand:
Slowly he rifes, fcarcely breathes with pain,
And, propt of her fair arm, forfakes the plain.
This the bright Empress of the heavens furvey'd.
And, fcofing thus, to War's victorious Maid: 496
Lo! what an aid on Mars's fide is feen!
The Smites' and Love's unconquerable Queen!
Mark with what infolence, in open view,
She moves: let Pallas, if she dares, purfue.
Minerva fmiling heard, the pair o'ertook,
And flighty on her breaft the warton ftrook :
She, unrefifting, fell (her fpirits fed);
On earth together lay the lovers spread;
And like thefe heroes, be the fate of all
(Minerva cries) who guard the 'Trojan wall?
To Grecian Gods fuch let the Phrygians be,
So dread, fo fierce, as Venus is to me;
Then from the lowest tone fhall Troy be
Thus fhe; and Juno with a fmile approv'd. gro
Mean time, to mix in more than mortal fight,
The God of Ocean dares the God of Light:
What floth hath feiz'd us, when the fields around
Ring with conflicting powers, and heaven returns

the found?

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Mad as he was, he threaten'd fervile bands,
And doom'd us exiles far in barbarous lands,
Incens'd, we heavenward fled with swifteft wing,
And deftin'd vengeance on the perjur'd king. 535
| Doft thou, for this, afford proud lion grace,
And not, like us, infeft the faithless race;
Like us, their prefent, future fons deftroy,
And from its deep foundations heave their Troy?
Apollo thus: To combat for mankind,
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III fuics the wildom of celestial mind!
For what is man? Calamitous by birth,
They owe their life and nourishment to earth;
Like yearly leaves, that, nów with beauty crown'd,
Smile on the fun; now wither on the ground. 545
To their own hands commit the frantic scene,
Nor mix immortals in a caufe fo mean.

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Silent, he heard the Queen of Woods upbraid':
Not fo Saturnia bore the vaunting maid;
But furious thus: What infolence has driven 560
Thy pride to face the Majetty of Heaven?
What though, by Jove the female plaque defign'd,
Fierce to the feeble race woman-kind,
The wretched matron feels thy piercing dart;
Thy fex's tyrant, with a tyger's heart? 565
What though, tremendous in the wood and chate,
Thy certain arrows pierce the favage race?
How dares thy rafhnefs on the Powers divine
Employ thofe arms, or match thy force with mine?
Learn hence, no more unequal war to wage-570
She faid, and feiz'd her wrifts with eager rage;
Thefe in her left hand lock'd, her right unty'd
mov'd-The bow, the quiver, and its plamy pride.
About her temples flies the buẩy bow;
Now here, now there, the winds her from the blow;
The fcattering arrows, rattling from the cafe,
Drop round, and idly mark the dufty place.
Swift from the field the baffled huntress flies,
And scarce retains the torrent in her eyes:
So, when the falcon wings her way above,
To the cleft cavern fpeeds the gentle dove,
(Not fated yet to die) there fafe retreats,
Yet ftill her heart against the marble beats.
To her Latona haftes with tender care, (585
Whom Hermes viewing, thus declines the war;
How fhall I face the dame, who gives delight
To him whose thunders blacken heaven with night?.
Go, matchless Goddefs! triumph in the skies,
And beait my conqueft, while I yield the prize.
He fpoke; and paft: Latona, ftooping low, sya
Collects the fcatter'd fhafts, and fallen
That, glittering on the duft, lay here and there;
Difhonour'd relicks of Diana's war.
Then fwift pursued her zu the bleft abode, [595
Where all-confus'd fhe fought the Sovereign Gou;
Weeping foe grafp'd his knees: th'ambrofial vet
Shook with her fights, and panted'ou ner breast.

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Shall, ignominious, we with frame retire,
No deed perform'd, to our Olympian Sire?
Come, prove thy arm! for first the war to wage,
Suits not my greatnefs, or fuperior age:
Rafh as thou art to prop the Trojan throne
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ndard the race of proud Laomedon!
Haft thou forgot how, at the monarch's prayer,
We har'd the lengthen'd labours of a year?
Troy's wall I rais'd (for fuch were Jove's com
mands)
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And yon prend bulwarks grew beneath my hands:
Thy tafk it was to feed the bellowing droves
Along fair Ida's vales and pendent groves.
But when the circling feafons in their traîn
Brought back the grateful day that crown'd our
With menace ftern the fraudful king defy'd'[pain,
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Voz: VL

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