Now, Muse, recount Pelafgic Argos' powers, From Alos, Alopè, and Trechin's towers; 830 From Phthia's fpacious vales; and Hella, blest With female beauty far beyond the reft. Full fifty ships beneath Achilles' care, Th' Achaians, Myrmidons, Hellenians bear; Theffalians all, though various in their name;

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Th' Oechalian race, in those high towers contain'd,

Where once Eurytus in proud triumph reign'd, 885

Or where her humbler turrets Tricca rears, Or where Ithome, rough with rocks, appears; In thirty fail the sparkling waves divide, Which Podalirius and Machaon guide.

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To these his skill their * Parent-God imparts,
Divine profeffors of the healing arts.
The bold Ormenian and Afterian bands
In forty barks Eurypylus commands,
Where Titan hides his hoary head in snow,
And where Hyperia's filver fountains flow. 895

Thy troops. Argissa, Polypæœtes leads,
And Eleon, shelter'd by Olympus' shades,
Gyrtone's warriours; and where Orthe lies,
And Olecffon's chalky cliffs arife.

Sprung from Pirithous of immortal race, 900 The fruit of fair Hippodame's embrace, (That day when, hurl'd from Pelion's cloudy head,

But foon to rise in flaughter, blood, and war. To these the youth of Phylacè iucceed,

Itona, famous for her ficecy breed,
And graffy Pteleon deck'd with cheerful greens,
The bowers of Ceres, and the fylvan scenes, 850
Sweet Pyrrhafus, with blooming flowretscrown'd,
And Antron's watery dens, and cavern'd ground.
These own'd as chief Protefilas the brave,
Who now lay filent in the gloomy grave:
The first who boldly touch'd the Trojan shore,

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And dy'd a Phrygian lance with Grecian gore;
There lies, far distant from his native plain ;
Unfinish'd, his proud palaces remain,
And his fad confort beats her breast in vain.
His troops in forty fhips Podarces led,
Iphiclus' fon, and brother to the dead;
Nor he unworthy to command the hoft ;
Yet still they mourn'd their ancient leader loft.

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The men who Glaphyra's fair foil partake, Where hills encircle Babe's lowly lake. Where Phære hears the neighbouring waters

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Obfcures the glade, and nods his shaggy brows; Or where through flowery Tempè Peneus stray'd,

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In throngs around his native bands repair,

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Divine Æneas brings the Dardan race, Anchifes' fon by Venus' stol'n embrace, Born in the shades of Ida's fecret grove, (A mortal mixing with the Queen of Love) 995 Archilochus and Acamas divide The warriour's toils, and combat by his fide.

His troops, neglected on the fandy shore,
In empty air their sportive javelins throw, 940
Or whirl the disk, or bend an idle bow:
Unftain'd with blood his cover'd chariots stand;
Th' immortal courfers graze along the strand;
But the brave chiefs th' inglorious life deplor'd,
And wandering o'er the camp, requir'd their
lord.

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Now like a deluge, covering all around, The shining armies swept along the ground: Swift as a flood of fire, when storms arife, Floats the wide field, and blazes to the skies. Earth groan'd beneath them; as when angry

Jove

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Hurls down the forky lightning from above,
On Arimè when he the thunder throws,
And fires Typhæus with redoubled blows,
Where Typhon, preft beneath the burning load,
Still feels the fury of th' avenging God.

But various Iris, Jove's commands to bear,
Speeds on the wings of winds through liquid air;
In Priam's porch the Trojan chiefs she found,
The old confulting, and the youths around.
Polites' shape, the monarch's fon, she chose, 960
Who from Æfetes' tomb observ'd the foes,

High on the mound; from whence in profpect

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Who fair Zeleia's wealthy vallies till, Faft by the foot of Ida's facred hill; Or drink, Esepus, of thy fable flood: Were led by Pandarus, of royal blood. To whom his art Apollo deign'd to show, Grac'd with the present of his shafts and bow.

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From rich Apæfus' and Adrestia's towers, High Teree's fummits, and Pityea's bowers ; From these the congregated troops obey Young Amphius' and Adrastus' equal sway: Old Merops' fons; whom, skill'd in fates to come, The fire forewarn'd, and prophesy'd their doom; Fate urg'd them on! the fire forewarn'd in vain,

Next Acamus and Pyrous lead their hofts, In dread array, from Thracia's wintry coafts; Round the bleak realms where Hellespontes

roars,

And Boreas beats the hoarse-refounding shores.
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With great Euphemus the Ciconians move,
Sprung from Trazenian Ceus, lov'd by Jove.
Pyæchmus the Peonian troops attend,

Skill'd in the fight, their crooked bows to bend:
From Axius' ample bed he leads them on, 1030
Axius, that laves the distant Amydon;
Axius, that fwells with all his neighbouring rills,
And wide around the floating region fills.
The Paphlagonians Pylæmenes rules,

Where rich Henetia breeds her favage mules,

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Where Erythinus' rising clifts are seen,
Thy groves of box, Cytorus! ever green;
And where Ægyalus and Cromna lie,
And lofty Sefamus invades the sky;
And where Parthenius, roll'd through banks of

flowers,

Reflects her bordering palaces and bowers.

Here march'd in arms the Halizonian band, Whom Odius and Epiftrophus command, From those far regions where the fun refines The ripening filver in Alybean mines.

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There mighty Chromis led the Myfian train, And augur Eunomus, inspir'd in vain, For stern Achilles lopt his facred head, Roll'd down Scamander with the vulgar dead.

When Greece beheld thy painted canvass flow, And crowds stood wondering at the paffing show;

Say, was it thus, with fuch a baffled mien,
You met th' approaches of the Spartan queen, 70
Thus from her realm convey'd the beauteous

prize,

And both her warlike lords outshin'd in Helen's eres?

This deed, thy foes de'ight, thy own disgrace,
Thy father's grief, and ruin of thy race;

This deed recalls thee to the proffer'd fight; 74
Or haft thou injur'd whom thon dar'st not right?
Soon to thy cost the field would make thee know
Thou keep'st the confort of a braver foe.
Thy graceful form inftilling foft defire,
Thy curling tresses, and thy filver lyre,
Beauty and youth; in vain to these you trust,
When youth and beauty shall be laid in dust:
Troy yet may wake, and one avenging blow
Cruth the dire author of his country's woe.

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His filence here, with blushes, Paris breaks;

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'Tis just, my brother, what your anger speaks :
But who like thee can boast a foul fedate,
So firmly proof to all the shocks of fate?
Thy force like steel a temper'd hardness shows,
Still edg'd to wound, and still untir'd with blows.

As thus with glorious air and proud disdain, He boldly stalk'd, the foremost on the plain, Him Menelaus, lov'd of Mars, efpies, With heart elated, and with joyful eyes: So joys a lion, if the branching deer, Or mountain goat, his bulky prize, appear; Eager he seizes and devours the flain, Preft by bold youths and baying dogs in vain. 40 Thus fond of vengeance, with a furious bound, In clanging arms he leaps upon the ground

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From his high chariot: him, approaching near, The beauteous champion views with marks of fear;

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Smit with a confcious sense, retires behind, And shuns the fate he well deferves to find. As when fome shepherd, from the ruftling trees Shot forth to view, a scaly ferpent fees; Trembling and pale, he starts with wild affright, And all confus'd precipitates his flight: So from the king the thining warriour flies, And plung'd amid the thickest Trojans lies. As God-like Hector fees the prince retreat, He thus upbraids him with a generous heat: Unhappy Paris! but to women brave! So fairly form'd, and only to deceive ! Oh, hadst thou died when first thou saw'st the

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In former days, in all thy gallant pride
When thy tall ships triumphant stemm'd the

The Greeks and Trojans feat on either hand;
Then let a midway space our hofts divide,
And on that ftage of war the cause be tri'd: 100
By Paris there the Spartan king be fought,
For beauteous Helen and the wealth the brought:
And who his rival can in arms fubdue,
His be the fair, and his the treasure too.
Thus with a lafting league your toils may ceafe,