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Montezuma. What divine monsters, Oye Gods! And the whole city seems like one vast meadow are there,

Set all with How'rs, as a clear heaven with stars.
That float in air, and fly upon the seas ? Nay, as I've heard, ere he the city enter'd,
Came they alive, or dead, upon the shore? Your subjects lin’d the way for many furlongs ;
Guiori. Alas! they liv'd too sure: I heard them The very trees bore men: and as our God,

When from the portal of the east he dawns,
All turn'd their sides, and to each other spoke : Beholds a thousand birds upon the boughs ;
I saw their words break out in fire and smoke. To welcome him with all their warbling throats,
Sure 'tis their voice that thunders from on high, And prune their feathers in his golden beams;
And these the younger brothers of the sky: So did your subjects, in their gaudy trim,
Deaf with the noise, I took my hafty fight; Upon the pendant branches speak his praise

. No mortal courage can support the fright. Mothers, who cover'd all the banks beneath,

Did rob the crying infants of the breast,

Pointing Ziphares out, to make them smile; $ 58. Virtue preferable to Rank. Rowe. And climbing boys stood on their fathers shoulders

, WHAT tho' no gaudy titles grace my birth! Answering their shouting fires with tender cries,

Titles, the servile courtier's lean reward ! To make the concert up of general joy. Sometimes the pay of virtue, but more oft The hire which greatness gives to llaves and sycophants : § 91. A Shepherd's Life happier than a King's

. Yet Heaven, that made me honest, made me more

Hill. Than e'er a king did, when he made a lord. TH' unbufied fhepherd, stretch'd beneath the


His careless limbs thrown out in wanton case, $ 89. Description of an ancient Cathedral.

With thoughtless gaze perusing the arch'd heavens,

And idly whißling while his sheep feed round him;

Enjoys a sweeter Thade than that of canopies
How rev'rend is the face of this tall pile,

Hemm'din hy cares, and shook by storms of treason,
Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads,
To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof,

Virtue its own Reward. Rowe.
By its own weight made ftcadfast and immovable.
Looking tranquillity, it strikes an awe GREAT

REAT minds, like Heaven, are pleas'd with
And terror to my aching fight! The tombs

doing good, And monumental caves of death look cold, Tho' thc ungrateful subje&ts of their favours

Are barren in return.
And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.

Virtue does fill
With scorn the mercenary world regard,
Where abject souls do good, and hope reward :

Above the worthless trophies man can raise, $ 9o. Description of a Triumpb. LEE.

She seeks not honour, wealth, nor airy praise,
-HE.come, and with a port so proud,

But with herself, herself the goddess pays.
As if he had subdued the spacious world:
And all Sinope's streets are fill'd with such
A glut of people, you would think some God $ 93. No Difficulties infuperable to the Prudent
Hadconquer dintheir cause,and them thus rank’d,

and Brave.

Rowe. That he might make his entrance on their heads! THE wise and active conquer difficulties While from the scaffolds, windows, tops of houses, By daring to attempt them : Noth and folly Are cast such gaudy show'rs of garlands down, Shiver and shrink at sight of toil and hazard, That ev’n the crowd appcar conquerors, And make th’impossibility they fear,

-'TIS dreadful!

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EXTRACTS from Translations of Homer and Tasso; from SPENSER, MILTON,

&c. together with Extracts from Milton's smaller Works, Odes, Sonnets, &c.


POPE's HOMER'S ILIAD, Of all the warriors yonder hoft can send, § 1. Embassy of U!fjes, Phænix, and Ajax, 10 Thy friend most honours these, and these thy

Achilles, to folicit Achilles's reconciliation.- fiicnd,
Pi&ture of the Simplicity and Timperance of an- He said, Patroclus o'er the blazing fire
cient Times.

Heaps in a brazen vafe three chines entire: A ND now arriv'd, where, on the sandy bay The brazen vafe Automedon sustains,

The Myrmidonian tents and vessels lay; Which Acth of porket, theep, and goat contains e Amus'd at ease the godlike man they found Achilles at the genial featt presides, Pleas'd with the solemn[harp's harmonious found The parts transfixes, and with skill divides. (The well-wrought harp from conquer'd Thæbe Meanwhile Patroclus sweats the fire to raise ; Of polith'd filver was its costly frame); (came, The tent is brighten'd with the rising blaze: With this he soothes his angry soul, and sings Then, when the languid Names at length subside, Th’immortal de ds of heroes and of kings. He ftrows a bed of glowing embers wide; Patroclus only of the royal train,

Above the coals the smoking fragments turns, Plac'd in his tent, attends the lofty strain; And sprinkles sacred falt from lifted urns; Full opposite he fate, and listen'd long,

With bread the glitt'ring canisters they load, In filence waiting till he ceas'd the song: Which round the board Menetius' son bestow'd; Unseen the Grecian embassy procecds

Himself, oppos'd t'Ulysses full in sight, To his high tent; the great Ulysses leads. Each portion parts, and orders ev'ry ritc. Achilles starting, as the chiefs he-fpied, The first fat off rings, to th’immortals due, Leap'd from his seat, and laid the harp aside, Amidst the greedy Aames Patroclus threw; With like surprise arosc Menerius' son ;

Then cach, indulging in the social feast, Pelides grasp'd their hands, and thus begun : His thirk and hunger soberly repress'd.

Princes all, hail / whatever brought you here, That done, to Phonix Ajax gave the sign, Or strong necellity, or urgent fcar;

Not unperceiv’d; Ulysses crown'd with wine Welcome, tho' Greeks! for not as foes ye came; The foaming bowl, and instant thus began, To me more dear than all that bear the name. His speech addressing to the godlike man:

With that, the chiefs beneath his roof he led, Health to Achilles ! happy are thy guests ! And plac'd in feats with purple carpets spread. Not those more honour'd whom Atrides fcafts: Then thus-Patroclus, crown a larger bowl, Tho' gen’sous plenty crown thy loaded boards, Mix purer winc, and open ey'ry soul,

That Agamemnon's regal tent affords:



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But greater cares sit heavy on our fouls, These instant shall be thine; and if the pow'rs
Not cas d by banquets, or by Howing bowls. Give to our arms proud Ilion's hostile tow'rs,
What scenes of laughter in yon tields appear ! Then thalt thou kore (when Greece the poil di-
The dead we mourn, and for the living fear;

Grecce on the brink of fate all doubtful stands, With gold and brass thy loaded navy's hecs.
And owns no hulp but from thy saving hands; Beldes full twenty nyniphs of Trojan race
Troy and her aids for ready vengeance call : With copious love shall crown thy warm embrace,
Their threat'ning tents already thade our wall: Such as thyself thail chcose; who yield to conc,
Hicar how with thouts their conqnett i hey proclaim, Or yield to Helion's heavenly charms alme.
And point at every thip their vengeful fame! Yet hear me, further :- When our wars are o'ti,
For them the father of the Gods declares, If safe we land on Argos' fruitful shore,
Theirs are his onens, and his thunder theirs. There shalt thou live lis fob, his honours share,
See, full of Jove, avenging Hector rise!

And with Orestes' self divide his care.
See! heaven and earth the raging chief defies, Yet more three daughters in his couri arc bred,
What fury in his breast, what lightning in his And cach well worthy of a royal bed;

Laodice and Iphigenia fair,
He wait bear for the morn to sink in flame And bright Clirytothemis with golden hair:
Ite thips, the Greeks, and all the Grecian name. Her ihale thou wed whom most thy eyes appicre;
Hcavens! how my country's i oes distract my mind, He asks no prelents, no reward for love :
Lett fate accomplish ali his rage dcfign'd. Himself will give the dow'r; so vast a sture,
And must we, Gods! our heads ingloriuus lay As never father gave a chid before.
In Trojan dust, and this the fatal day?

Seven ample cities thall confess thy fway,
Return, Achilles ! O return, tho'late,

Thee Enope, and Phert hue obey,
To save thy Grecks, and stop the course of fate. Cardamvlc with ample there's cround,
If in that heart or grief or courage lies,

And facrcd Pedalus, for rines renou n'd;
Rise to redecin ; ahi, yet to conquer rile! Fpca fair, the pastures Fira vields,
The day may come, when, all dur warriors Nain, and rich Antheia with her tiow'ry fields :
That heart thall melt, tliat courage rise in vain. The whole extent to Pylos' fandy plain
Regard in time, O priuce divinely brave! Along the verdant margin of the main.
Those wholzione countels which th father gave. Therelcifers graze, and izb’ring oxen toil;
When Peleus in his aged arms tinirac'd Bold are the men, and gen'rous is the fol.
His parting fon, these accents nere his last : There shalt thou rcign with porr and justice
My child with strength, with giory.and fuccefs, crown'd,
Thy arms may Juno and Minerva blets! And rule the tributary realms around.
Trüft that to Heaven : but thou thy cares engage Such are the proffers which this day we bring;
To calm thy pailions, and fubdue thy rage: Such the repentance of a fuppliane king.
Fruin gentler inanners let thy glory grow; But if all this, relentleis, chau ditan,
And thun contention, the sure fource or woe; If honour and if int’relt plad in vain,
That young and old may in t'dy praise combine, Yet fome redrets to supphant Greece arford,
The virtues of humanity be thine.

And be amongst her guardian gods adurid.
This now depuis d advice thy father gare : If no regard thy fuit ring country claim,
Ah! check thy anger, and be truly brave. Hear thy own ylory, and the voice of fame:
If thou wilt yield to great Atrides' pray'rs, For now that chief, whose unrefifted ire
Gifts worthy thee his royal hand prepares; Made nations tremble, and whole bodis retire,
Ji notebut hear ine, while I number o'er Proud Hector now th’unequal tight demands,
The proffer'd prefents, and exhavitlets store. And only triumphs to deserve the hands.
Ten weighty talents of the purefi gold,

Then thus the goddefs-bora :- Ulyttes, het
And twice ton vaies of refulgent mould; A faithful speech, that knows nor art Hor fudi :
Seven tired tripods, whose unsullied frame What in my sccret foul is understood,
Per knows no office, nor has felt the fame;

My longue hall utter, and my deeds mahu god. i velve steeds, tinmatch'd in fleetness and in force, Let Greece then know, my purpose I retain, And still victorious in the dusty courte

Nor with new treaties vex iny peace in vain.
(Rich were the man whose ample ttores exceed Who dares think one thing and another tell,
The prizes purchas’d by their winged fpeed); My heart detetts him as the gates of hell.
Seven lovely captives of the Lesbian line,

Then thus in thort my fix d refolves attend,
Skill'd in each art, unmatch'd in form divine, Which nor Atrides nor his Greeks can bead:
The fame he chofe for more than vulgar charins, Long toils, long perils, in their caufe I bore,
When Lesbos funk beneath thy conq ring arms. But now th’unfruitful glories charm no 10:e.
All these, to buy thy friendship, shall be paid, Fight or not fight, a like reward we claim,
And, join'd with these, the long-contefted maid; The wretch and hero find their prize the tanie:
With all her charms, Briseis he'll resign, Alike regretted in the dust he lies,
And folemn swear those charms were only thine; : Who yields ignobly, or who bravely dies.
Untouch'd the stay'd, uninjur'd she removes, Of all my dangers, all my glorious pains,
Pure from luis arms, and guillefs of his loves. A life of labours, lo! what fruit remains?






As the bold bird her helpless young attends, (For, arm'd in impudence, mankind he braves, From danger guards them, and from want de- And meditates new cheats on ail his llaves; fends;

Tho', shameless as he is, to face these eyes In search of prey fhe wings the spacious air, Is what he dares not; if he dares, he dies); And with th' untalted food supplies her care : Tell him, all terms, all commerce I decline, For thankless Greece such hard thips have I brav'd, Nor share his council, nor his battle join : Her wives, her infants, by my labour fav’d; Foronce deceiv'd,was his; but twice were mine. Long sleepless nights in heavy arms I food, No let the stupid prince whom Jove deprives And sweat laborious days in dust and blood. Of fenfe and justice, run where phrenzy drives; I fuck'd twelve ample cities on the main, His gifts are hateful: kings of such a kind And twelve lay imoking on the Trojan plain. Stand but as faves before a noble mind. Then at Atrides' haughey feet were luid Not tho'he proffer'd all himself poffel:’d, The wealth I gather'd, and the spoils I made. And all his rapine could from others wrest; Your mighty monarch thcfe in peace poffeft; Not all the golden tides of wealth that crown Some few my soldiers had, hintelf the rest. The many-peopled Orchomenian town ; Some present too to ev'ry prince was paid, Not all proud Thebes' unrivali'd walls contain, And ev'ry prince cnjoys the gift he made. The world's great empress on th' Ægyptian plain I only musi refund, of all his train:

(That spreads her conquests o'er a thousand states, She what pre-emincnce our merits gain ! And pours her heroes thro' a hundred gates; My spoil alone his greedy foul delights; Two hundred horfemen, and two hundred cars, My poife alone must blets bis luftful nights : From each wide portal issuing to the wars); The woman, let him (as he may) enjoy ; Tho'bribes were heap'd on bribes, in number Bur what's the quarrel then of Greece to Troy? What to these thores th'assembled nations draws, | Than dust in fields, or fands along the shore; What calls for vengcance, but a woman's cause? Should all these offers for iny friend ihip call, Are fair endowments and a beauteous face 'Tis he that offers, and I scorn them all. Belov'd by none but those of Atreus' race? Atrides' daughter never shall be led Inc wife whom choice and pallion both approve, (An ill-match'd confort) to Achilles' bed; Suic ev'ry wile and worthy man will love. Like golden Venus tho' the charm d the heart, Nor did my fair-one leis distinction claim; And yied with Pallas in the works of art. Slare as íbe was, my fvul ador'd the dame. Some greater Greck let thote high nupriais grace, Wiony'd in my love, all proffers I dildain; I hate alliance with a tyrant's race. Decciv'd for once, I trust not kirgs again. If Heaven restore me to my realıms with life, Y c have my antwer—what remains to do, The rev'rend Peleus fhall elećt my wife; Your king, Ulyffus, may consult with you. Theffalian nymphs there are, of form divine, What needs hé the defence this armh can make ? And kings that fue to mix their blood with mine. Has he not walls no human force can shake? Bleft in kind love, my years Mali glide away, Has he not fenc'd his guarded navy round Content with just hereditary lway; With piles, with ramparts, and a trench pro- There, deaf for ever to the martial ftrife, found?

Enjoy the dear prerogative of life. And will not these (the wonders he has donc) Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold; Repel the rage of Priam's Angle fon?

Not all Apollo's Pythian treatures hold, There was a time ('twas when for Greece I Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, fought)

Can bribe the poor poflettion of a day! When Hector's prowess no such wonders wrouglat; Loft herds and treatures we by arins regain, He kept the verge of Troy, nor dard to wait And stecds uprivall’d on the dusty plain : Achilles' fury at the Scaan gate;

But froin our lips the vital fpirit Bled, Heuried it once, and scarce was tav‘d by fate. Returns no more to wake the Glent dead. But now those ancient enmities are o cr; My fates long since by Theris weri diiclesilo To-morrow we the fav'ring gods implore;

And each alternate, life or fame, propos d : Then shall you fec our parting veilels crown'd, Here if I stay, before the Trojan town, And hear with oars the Heilclpont rcfound. Short is my date, but deathless my renown: The third day hence shall Pthia grect our fails, If I return, I quit immortal praise If mighty Neptune fend propitious gales; For years on years, and long-extended days. Puhia to her Achilles shall rettore

Convinc'd, tho'late, I find my fond mistake, The wealth he left for this detested shore : And warn the Greeks the wiser choice to make : Thither the spoils of this long war shall pass, To quit these shores, their native seats enjoy, The ruddy gold, the steel, and shining brass; Nor hope the fall of Heaven-defended Troy. My beauteous captives thither I'll convey, Jove's arm display'd alierts her from the skies; And all that rests of my unravith'd prey. Her hearts are strengthen’d, and her glories rite. One only valued gift your tyrant gave,

Go then, to Greece report our fix'd design; And that resum'd; the fair Lyrneilian slave. Bid all your counsels, all your armies, join; Then tell him, loud, that all the Greeks may hear, Let all your forces, all your arts, conspire And learn to scorn the wretch they balcly fcar To save the ships, the troops, the chiefs from fire.


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One ftratagem has faild, and others will: O let not heatlong passion bear the fu ay;
Ye find, Achilles is unconquer'd ftill.

These reconciling goddesses obey :
Go then-digeft my m.flage as you may; Due honours to the feed of Jore belong;
But here this night let rev'rend Phonix ftay: Duc honours calm the fierce, and bend the firoog.
His tedious toils and hoary hairs deinand Were those not paid thee by the terms we brings
A peaceful death in Pthia's friendly land. Were rage still harbur'd by the haughty king,
But, whether he remain or fail with me, Nor Greece, nor all her fortuncs, should cosa
His age be sacred, and his will be fice.

Thy friend to plead against in just a raze. The fun of Peleus ccaz'd: the chiefs around, But fince what honour asks, the gen ral fends, In filence wrapt, in confternation drown'd, And tends by those whom moft thy heart com. Antend the ftcin reply. Then Phoenix rose;

mends, (Down his white beard a stream of forrow Hows) The best and noblest of the Grecian train; And while the fate of luft ringGreece he mourn'd, Permit not there to fue, and sue in rain! With accent weak these tender words return'd: Accept the pretents; draw thy conq'ring sword;

Divine Achilles ! wilt thou then retire, And be amongst our guardians gols acord. And leave our hofts in blood, our fleets on fire ? Thus he. The forn Achilles thus replicd: If wrath fo dreadful fill thy ruthless mind, My second father, and my rer'rend guide, How thall thy friend, thy Phænix, stay behind Thr friend, believe me, no fuch gifts demands, The royal Peleus, when from Pthia's coast And alks no honours from a mortal's hands : He fent thee early to the Achaian hoft;

Jore honours me, and favours my deligns ; Thy youth as then in sage debates unskill'd, His pleasure guides me, and his will confines : And new to perils of the direful field;

And here I fay (if such his high beheft),
He bade me teach thee all the ways of war; While life's warm fpirit beats within my breafi.
To thine in councils, and in camps to dare. Yet hear one word, and lodge it in thy heart :
Never, ah never, let me leave thy fide!

No more moleft me on Atrides' part.
No time fhall part us, and no fate divide. Is it for him thefe tears are taught to flow,

Your fire receivid me, as bis fon carefs a, For him thefe forrows: for my mortal foe?
With gifts enrich'd, and with poffetlions bless'd. A gen'rous friendthip no coid medium knows,
The strong Dolopians thenceforth own'd my reign, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows;
And all the coast that runs along the main. One Thould our int'refts and our patrons be;
By love to thee his bounties I repaid,

My friend muft hate the man that injures me. And early wisdom to thy soul convey'd : Do this, my Phænix, 'tis a gen'rous part, Great as thou art, my le Tons made thee brave, And thare my realms, my honours, and my heart, A child I took thec, but a hero gave.

Let these return : our soyage, or our stay, Thy infant breast a like affection fhcw'd; Reft undetermin'd till the dawning day. Still in my arms (an ever-pleasing load),

He ceas'd ; then order'd for the fage's bed Or at my knee, by Phænix wouldnt thou ftand; A warmer couch with num'rous carpets spread. No food was gratiful but from Phænix' hand. With that, ftern Ajax his long filence broke; I pass my watchings o'cr thy helplels years, And thus impatient to Ulyffos spoke : The tender labours, the compliant cares;

Hence let us go-why waite we time in vain) The gods (I though) revers'd their hard decree, See what effeet our low fubmiffions gain! And Phænix felt a father's joys in thec: Lik'd or not lik’d, his words we must relate ; Thy growing virtues justified my cares, The Greeks expect them, and our heroes wait. And promis'd comfort to my filver hairs. Proud as he is, that iron heart retains Now be thy rage, thy fatal rage, relign’d; Its Itubborn purpole, and his friends disdains. A cruel heart ill suits a inanly mind:

Stern and unpitying! if a brother bleed, The gods (the only great, and only wise) On just atonement we remit the deed; Are mov'd by off" rings, vows, and sacrifice; A fire the flaughter of his son forgives; Offending man their high compaffion wins, The price of blood discharg'd, the murd'rer And daily pray'rs atone for daily fins.

lives : Pray'rs are Jove's daughters, of celestial race, The haughtiest hearts at length thcir rage refign, Lame are their feet, and wrinkled is their face; And gifts can conquer ev'ry soul but thine. With humble mien, and with dejected eyes, The gods that unrelenting breast have freeld, Constant they follow, where injustice flies : And curs d thee with a mind that cannot yield. Injustice swift, crcel, and unconfin'd,

One woman slave was ravith'd from thy arms: Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er man- Lo, seven are offer'd, and of equal charms. kind;

[behind. Then hear, Achilles, be of better mind; While pray'rs, to heal her wrongs, move ilow Revere thy rcof, and to thy guests be kind; Who hears these daughters of alınighty Jove, And know the men, of all the Grecian hoft, For him they mcdiate to the throne above: Who honour worth, and prize thy valour moft. When man rejects the humble suit they make, O foul of battles, and thy people's guide! The fire revenges for the daughters' fake ; (To Ajax thus the first of Greeks replied) From Jove commission'd, fierce Injustice then Well hast thou spoke; but at the tyrant's name Descends, to punith unrelenting men,

My rage rekindles, and my foul's on fame :

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