Sharp was his voice, which, in the fhrilleft tone,
Thus with injurious taunts attack'd the throne:
Amidst the glories of fo bright a reign,
What moves the great Atrides to complain?
'Tis thine whate'er the warrior's breaft inflames,
The golden spoil, and thine the lovely dames.
With all the wealth our wars and blood bestow,
Thy tents are crowded, and thy chefts o'erflow:
Thus at full eafe in heaps of riches roll'd,
What grieves the monarch? Is it thirst of gold?
Say, fall we march with our unconquer'd powers,
(The Greeks and I) to Ilion's hoftile towers,
And bring the race of royal bastards here,
For Troy to ranfom at a price too dear?
But fafer plunder thy own host fupplies;
Say, would't thou feize fome valiant leader's prize?
Or, if thy heart to generous love be led,
Some captive fair, to blefs thy kingly bed?
Whate'er our mafter craves, fubmit we muft,
Plagued with his pride, or punish'd for his luft,
Oh women of Achaia! men no more!
Hence let us fly, and let him watte his store
In loves and pleafures on the Phrygian shore;
We may be wanted on fome bufy day,
When Hector comes: fo great Achilles may :
From him he forc'd the prize we jointly gave,
From him, the fierce, the fearlefs, and the brave:
And durft he, as he ought, refent that wrong,
This mighty tyrant were no tyrant long.
Fierce from his feat at this Ulyffes fprings,
In generous vengeance of the king of kings;
With indignation fparkling in his eyes,
He views the wretch, and sternly thus replies:

Peace, factious monster, born to vex the state,
With wrangling talents form'd for foul debate:
Curb that impetuous tongue, nor, rafhly vain
And fingly mad, afperfe the fovereign reign.
Have we not known thee, flave of all our host,
The man who acts the least, upbraids the most?
Think not the Greeks to fhameful flight to bring,
Nor let thofe lips profane the name of king.
For our return we truft the heavenly Powers;
Be that their care; to fight like men be ours.
But grant the host with wealth the general load,
Except detraction, what halt thou bestow'd?
Suppofe fome hero fhould his spoils refign,
Art thou that hero, could thofe fpoils be thine?
Gods! let me perish on this hateful fhore,
And let thefe eyes b. hold my fon no more;
If, on thy next offence, this hand forbear
To ftrip thofe arms thou ill deferv'ft to wear,
Expel the council where our princes meet,
And fend thee fcourg'd and howling thro' the fleet.
He faid, and cowering as the daftard bends,
The weighty fceptre on his back defcends:
On the round bunch the bloody tumors rife ;
The tears ipring starting from his haggard eyes:
Trembling he fat, and, fhrunk in abject fears,
From his vile vifage wip'd the fcalding tears.
While to his neighbour each exprets'd his thought:
Ye Gods! what wonders has Ulyffes wrought!
What fruits his conduct and his courage yield;
Great in the council, glorious in the field!
Generous he rifes in the crown's defence,
To curb the factious tongue of infolence.
Such just examples on offenders shown,
Sedition filence, and affert the throne.

I was thus the general voice tne hero prais'd, Who, rifing, high th' impérial sceptre rais'd: The blue-ey'd Palas, his celeftial friend, (In form a herald bade the crowds attend. Th' expecting crowds in ftell attention hung, To hear the wifdom of his heavenly tongue. Then deeply thoughtful, pauling ere he spoke, His filence thus the prudent hero broke:

Unhappy monarch whom the Grecian race,
With fhame deferting, heap with vile digrace.
Not fuch at Argos was their generous vow,
Once all their voice, but, ah! forgot;en now:
Ne'er to return, was then the common cry,
Till Troy's proud ftructures fhould in athes lie.
Behold them weeping for their native shore!
What could their wives or helpless children more
What heart but melts to leave the tender train,
And, one short month, endure the wintery main?
Few leagues remov'd, we with our peaceful feat,
When the fhip toffes, and the tempests beat:
Then well may this long stay provoke their tears,
The tedious length of nine revolving years.
Not for their grief the Grecian host I biame;
But vanquish'd baffled! oh, eternal shame!
Expect the time to Troy's destruction given,
And try the faith of Chalcas and of Heaven.
What pafs'd at Aulis, Greece can witness bear,
And all who live to breathe this Phrygian air.
Befide a fountain's facred brink we rais'd
Our verdant altars, and the victims blaz'd;
('Twas where the plane tree ipreads its shades
around)

The altars heav'd; and from the crumbling ground
A mighty dragon fhot, of dire portent;
From Jove himfelf the dreadful fign was fent.
Strait to the tree his fanguine fpire he roll'd,
And curl'd around in many a winding fold.
The topmaft branch a mother-bird porfelt;
Eight callow infants fill'd the moffy neft;
Herself the ninth; the ferpent, as he hung,
Stretch'd his black jaws, and cruth'd the crying
While hovering near, with miferable moan, [young;
The drooping mother wail'd her children gone.
The mother laft, as round the nett he flew,
Seiz'd by the beating wing, the monster flew :
Nor long furviv'd; to marble turn'd, he stands
A lafting prodigy on Aulis' fands,

Such was the will of Jove; and hence we dare
Truft in his omen, and support the war.
For while around we gaze with wondering eyes,
And trembling fought the powers with facrifice,
Full of his God, the reverend Chalcas cried,
Ye Grecian warriors! lay your fears afide.
This wond'rous fignal Jove himfelt displays,
Of long, long labours, but eternal praite.
As many birds as by the fnake were flain,
So many years the toils of Greece remain;
But wait the tenth, for Ilion's fall decreed:
Thus fpoke the prophet, thus the fates fucceed.
Obey, ye Grecians! with fubmiflion wait,
Nor let your flight avert the Trojan fate.

He faid: the fhores with loud applauses found,
The hollow fhips each deafening fhout rebound.
Then Neftor thus---Thefe vain debates forbear,
Ye talk like children, not like heroes dare.
Where now are all your high resolves at laft?
Your leagues concluded, your engagements past ?

So from the polish'd arms, and brazen shields,
A gleamy fplendor flash'd along the fields.
Not lefs their number than th' embody'd cranes,
Or milk-white fwans in Afius' watery plains,
That o'er the windings of Cayfter's springs, [wings;
Stretch their long necks, and clap their ruftling
Now tower aloft, and courfe in airy rounds;
Now light with noife; with noise the field refounds.
Thus numerous and contus'd, extending wide,
The legions crowd Scamander's flowery fide;
With rushing troops the plains are cover'd o'er,
And thundering footiteps thake the founding shore.
Along the river's level meads they Itand,
Thick as in fpring the flowers adorn the land,
Or leaves the trees; or thick as infects play,
The wandering nation of a summer's day,
That, drawn by milky teams, at evening hours,
In gather'd fwarms furround the rural bowers;
From pail to pail with bufy murmur run
The guided legions, glittering in the fun.
So throng'd, fo clofe, the Grecian fquadrons ftood
In radiant arms, and thirst for Trojan blood.
Each leader now his fcattered force conjoins
In ciofe array, and forms the deepening lines.
Not with more eafe, the fkilful thepherd fwain
Collects his flocks from thoufands on the plain.
The King of kings, majestically tail,

Towers o'er his armies, and outlines them all;
Like fome proud buli that round the paitures leads
His foject-herds, the monarch of the meads.
Great as the Gods, th' exalted chief was feen,
His frength like Neptune, and like Mars his mien,
Jove o'er his eyes celeftial glories fpread,
And dawning conquest play'd around his head.

Say, Virgins, feated round the throne divine,
All-knowing Goddeifes! immortal bine! [height,
Since carth's wide regions, heaven's unteafur'd
And hell's abyfs, hide nothing from your fight,
(We, wretched mortals! loft in doubts below,
But guess by rumour, and but boat we know)
Oh, tay what heroes, fir'd by thirst of fame,
Or urg'd by wrongs, to Troy's deftruction came?
To count them all, demands a thoufand tongues,
A throat of brafs, and adamantine lungs.
Daughters of Jove, afiift! infpir'd by you
The mighty labour dauntlefs I purfue:
What crowded armies, from what climes they bring.
Their names, their numbers, and their chiefs, 1fing.

THE CATALOGUE OF THE SHIPS.

The hardy warriors whom Boeotia bred,
Penelius, Leitus, Prothonor led:
With thefe Arcefilaus and Cionius ftand,
Equal in arms, and equal in command.
Thefe head the troops that rocky Aulis yields,
And con's hills, and Hyrie's watery fields,
And Schoenos, Scholos, Græa near the main,
And Mycalefia's ample piny plain.
Those who on Peteon or lefion dwell,
Or Harma where Apollo's prophet fell;
Heleon and Hyle, which the iprings o'erflow;
And Medeon lofty, and Ocalea low;
Or in the meads of Haliartus itray,
Or Thefpis facred to the God of Day.
Oncheltus, Neptune's celebrated groves;
Co, e, and Thitbe, fam'd for filver doves;
For locks Erythræ, Ghiffa for the vine;
Platea green, and Nyfa the divine.

And they whom Thebè's well-built walls enclofe,
Where Myde, Eutrefus, Coroné rofe;
And Arne rich, with purple harvests crown'd;
And Anthedon, Boeotia's utmost bound.
Full fifty fhips they fend, and each conveys
Twice fixty warriors through the foaming feas.
To thefe fucceed Afpledon's martial train,
Who plough the fpacious Orchomenian plain.
Two valiant brothers rule th' undaunted throng,
Tälmen and Afcalaphus the ftrong:

Sons of Aftyochè, the heavenly fair,
Whofe Virgin charms fubdued the God of War
(In Actor's court as fhe retir'd to rest,
The ftrength of Mars the blushing maid compreft).
Their troops in thirty fable veff sweep,
With equal oars, the hoarfe-refounding deep.
The Phocians next in forty barks repair,
Epiftrophus and Schedius head the war.
From thofe rich regions where Cephiffus leads
His filver current through the flowery meads;
From Panopea, Chrysa the divine,
Where Anemoria's ftately turrets shine,
Where Pytho, Daulis, Cypariffus ftood,
And fair Lilæa views the rifing flood.
Thele rang'd in order on the floating tide,
Clote on the left, the bold Baotians fide.
Fierce Ajax led the Locrian fquadrons on,
Ajax the lefs, Oïleus' valiant fon;
Skill'd to direct the flying dart aright;
Swift in purfuit, and active in the fight;
Him, as their chief, the chofen troops attend,
Which Beffa, Thronus, and rich Cynos fend:
Opus, Calliarus, and Scarphe's bands, (itands,"
And those who dwell where pleating Augia
And where Boägrius floats the lowly lands,
Or in fair Taphe's fyivan feats refide:
In forty veffels cut the liquid tide.
Euboea next her martial fons prepares,
And fends the brave Abantes to the wars:
Breathing revenge, in arms they take their way
From Chalcis' walls, and ftrong Eretria;
Th' Iiteian fields for generous vines renown'd,
The fair Cariftos, and the Styrian ground;
Where Dios from her towers o'erlooks the plain,
And high Cerinthus views the neighbouring main.
Down their broad fhoulders falls a length of hair;
Their hands difmifs not the long lance in air;
But with portended fpears in fighting fields,
Pierce the tough corfelets and the brazen fhields
Twice twenty fhips tranfport the warlike bands,
Which bold Elphenor, herce in arms, commands.
Full fifty more from Athens stem the main,
Led by Maeftheus through the liquid plain,
(Athens the fair, where great Erectheus fway'd,
That ow'd his nurture to the blue-eyed Maid,
But from the teeming furrow took his birth,
The mighty offspring of the foodful earth.
Him Pallas plac'd amidft her wealthy fane,
Ador'd with facrifice and oxen flain;
Where, as the years revolve, her altars blaze,
And all the tribes refound the Goddefs' praife)
No chief like thee, Mnettheus! Greece could yield
fo marthal armies in the dufty field,
Th' extended wings of battle to display,
Or close th' embody'd hoft in firm array.
Nettor alone. improv'd by length of days,
For martial conduct bore an equal praife.

With these appear the Salaminian bands, Whom the gigantic Telamon commands; [course, In twelve black fhips to Troy they fteer their And with the great Athenians join their force. Next move to war the generous Argive train From high Trozenè, and Maseta's plain, And fair Ægina circled by the main : Whom strong Tyrinthè's lofty walls furround, And Epidaur with viny harvests crown'd; And where fair Afinen and Hermion show Their cliffs above, and ample bay below. These by the brave Euryalus were led, Great Sthenelus, and greater Diomed, But chief Tydides bore the fovereign fway; In four-fcore barks they plough the watery way. The proud Mycenè arms her martial powers, Cleone, Corinth, with imperial towers, Fair Aræthyrea, Ornia's fruitful plain, And Ægeon, and Adraftus' ancient reign; And those who dwell along the fandy fhore, And where Pellenè yields her fleecy ftore, Where Helice and Hyperefia lie, And Gonoëffa's fpires falute the sky. Great Agamemnon rules the numerous band, A hundred veffels in long order ftand, And crowded nations wait his dread command. High on the deck the king of men appears, And his refulgent arms in triumph wears; Proud of his hott, unrivall'd of his reign, In filent pomp he moves along the main.

His brother follows, and to vengeance warms The hardy Spartans exercis'd in arms; Phares and Bryfia's valiant troops, and those Whom Lacedæmon's lofty hills enclose: Or Meffe's towers for filver doves renown'd, Amycia, Laas, Augia's happy ground, And those whom Oetylos' low walls contain, And Helos, on the margin of the main : Thefe, o'er the bending ocean, Helen's cause, In fixty fhips with Menelaus draws: Eager and loud from man to man he flies, Revenge and fury flaming in his eyes; While, vainly fond, in fancy oft he hears The fair-one's grief, and fees her falling tears. In ninety fail, from Pylo's fandy coaft, Neftor the fage conducts his chosen host : From Amphigenia's ever fruitful land; Where Epy high, and little Pteleon stand; Where beauteous Arené her ftructures fhows, And Thryon's walls Alpheus' streams enclose : And Dorion, fam'd for Thamyris' difgrace, Superior once of all the tuneful race, Till, vain of mortals empty praife, he strove To match the feed of cloud-compelling Jove! Too daring bard! whofe unfuccessful pride Th' immortal Mufes in their art defy'd. Th' avenging Muses of the light of day Depriv'd his eyes, and fnatch'd his voice away; No more his heavenly voice was heard to fing, His hand no more awak'd the filver ftring. Where under high Cyllene, crown'd with wood, The fhaded tomb of old Ægyptus stood; From Ripe, Stratie, Tegea's bordering towns, The Phenean fields, and Orchomenian downs, Where the fat herds in plenteous pasture rove; And Stymphelus with her furrounding grove, Parrhalia, on her fnowy cliffs reclin'd, And high Enifpe hook by wintery wind,

And fair Mantinea's ever-pleafing fite;
In fixty fail th' Arcadian bands unite.
Bold Agapenor, glorious at their head,
(Ancæus' fon) the mighty squadron led.
Their fhips, fupply'd by Agamemnon's care,
Through roaring feas the wondering warriors bear;
The first to battle on th' appointed plain,
But new to all the dangers of the main.

Thofe, where fair Elis and Buprafium join ;
Whom Hyrmin, here, and Myrfinus confine,
And bounded there where o'er the valleys rose
The Olenian rock; and where Alifium flows;
Beneath four chiefs (a numerous army) came :
The ftrength and glory of th' Epean name.
In feparate fquadrons these their train divide,
Each leads ten vessels through the yielding tide.
One was Amphimacus, and Thalphius one
(Eurytus' this, and that Teätus fon);
Diores fprung from Amarynceus' line;
And great Polyxenes, of force divine.

But those who view fair Elis o'er the feas
From the bleft islands of th' Echinades,
In forty veffels under Meges move,
Begot by Phileus the belov'd of Jove.
To ftrong Dulichium from his fire he fled,
And thence to Troy his hardy warriors led.

Ulyffes followed through the watery road,
A chief, in wisdom equal to a God.
With those who Cephalenia's ifle enclos'd,
Or till their fields along the coaft oppos'd; *
Or where fair Ithaca o'erlooks the floods,
Where high Neritos fhakes his waving woods,
Where Ægilipa's rugged fides are seen,
Crocylia rocky, and Zacynthus green.
Thefe in twelve galleys with vermilion prores,
Beneath his conduct fought the Phrygian thores

Thoas came next, Andræmon's valiant fon,
From Pleuron's walls, and chalky Calydon,
And rough Pylenè, and th' Olenian steep,
And Chalcis beaten by the rolling deep.
He led the warriors from th' Ætolian fhore,
For now the fons of Oeneus were no more!
The glories of the mighty race were fled!
Oeneus himself, and Meleager dead!
To Thoas care now truft the martial train,
His forty veffels follow through the main.

Next eighty barks the Cretan king commands,
Of Gnoffus, Lictus, and Gortyna's bands,
And those who dwell where Rhytion's domes arife,
Or white Lycaftus glitters to the skies,
Or where by Phoedus filver Jardan runs ;
Crete's hundred cities pour forth all her fons.
These march'd, Idomeneus, beneath thy care,
And Merion, dreadful as the God of war.

Tlepolemus, the fon of Hercules,

Led nine fwift veffels through the stormy feas
From Rhodes with everlafting funshine bright,
Jalyffus, Lindus, and Camirus white.
His captive mother fierce Alcides bore,
From Ephyr's walls, and Selle's winding fhore,
Where mighty towns in ruins fpread the plain,
And faw their blooming warriors early flain.
The hero, when to manly years he grew,
Alcides' uncle, old Licymnius, llew;
For this, constrain'd to quit his native place
And thun the vengeance of the Herculean race,
A fleet he built, and with a numerous train
Of willing exiles, wander'd o'er the maing

Where, many feas and muny fufferings past,
On happy Rhodes the chief arriv'd at laft:
There in three tribes divides his native band,
And rules them peaceful in a foreign land;
Increas'd and profper'd in their new abodes,
By mighty Jove, the fire of men and Gods;
With joy they faw the growing empire rife,
And thowers of wealth defcending from the skies.
Three fhips with Nireus fought the Trojan shore,
Nireus, whom Aglae to Charopus bore,
Nireus, in faultlefs fhape and blooming grace,
The lovelieft youth of all the Grecian race;
Pelides only match'd his early charms;
But few his troops, and fmall his ftrength in arms.
Next thirty galleys cleave the liquid plain,
Of thofe Calydna's fea-girt ifles contain;
With them the youth of Nyfyrus repair,
Cafus the strong, and Crapathus the fair;
Cos, where Eurypylus poffeft the fway,
Till great Alcides made the realms obey:
Thefe Antiphus and bold Phidippus bring,
Sprung from the God by Theffalus the king.
Now, Mufe, recount Pelafgic Argos' powers,
From Alos, Alope, and Trechin's towers:
From Phthia's fpacious vales; and Hella, bleft
With female beauty far beyond the rest.
Full fifty ships beneath Achilles' care,
Th' Achaians, Myrmidons, Hellenians bear;
Theffalians all, though various in their name;
The fame their nation, and the chief the fame.
But how, inglorious, stretch'd along the shore,
They hear the brazen voice of war no more ;
No more the foe they face in dire array;
Close in his fleet the angry leader lay;
Since fair Brifeïs from his arms was torn,
The nobleft fpoil from fack'd Lyrneffus borne.
Then, when the chief the Theban walls o'erthrew,
And the bold fons of great Evenus flew.
There mourn'd Achilles, plung'd in depth of care,
But foon to rife in flaughter, blood, and war.
To thefe the youth of Phylace fucceed,
Itona, famous for her fleecy breed,
And graffy Pteleon deck'd with cheerful greens,
The bowers of Ceres, and the sylvan fcenes,
Sweet Pyrrhafus, with blooming flowrets crown'd,
And Antron's watery dens, and cavern'd ground.
Thefe own'd as chief Protefilas the brave,
Who now lay filent in the gloomy grave:
The first who boldly touch'd the Trojan fhore,
And dy'd a Phrygian lance with Grecian gore;
There lies, far diftant 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,
Iphicles' fon, and brother to the dead;
Nor he unworthy to command the host;
Yet ftill they mourn'd their ancient leader loft.
The men who Glaphyra's fair foil partake,
Where hills encircle Babe's lowly lake.
Where Phare hears the neighbouring waters fall,
Or proud föclus lifts her airy wall,
In ten black ships embark'd for Ilion's fhore,
With bold Eumylus, whom Alceste bore:
All Pelias' race Alceftè far outshin'd,
The grace and glory of the beauteous kind.
The troops Methone or Thaumachia yields,
Olizon's rocks, or Melibœa's fields,

With Philoctetes fail'd, whofe matchlefs art
From the tough bow directs the feather'd dart.
Seven were his fhips; each veffel fifty row,
Skill'd in his fcience of the dart and bow.
But he lay raging on the Lemnian ground,
A poitonous Hydra gave the burning wound;
There groan'd the chief in agonizing pain,
Whom Greece at length fhall with, nor with in
His forces Medon led from Lemnos' fhore, [vain.
Oïleus' fon, whom beauteous Rhena bore. [tain'd,

Th' Oechalian race, in those high towers con-
Where once Eurytus in proud triumph reign'd,
Or where her humbler turrets Tricca rears,
Or where Ithomè, rough with rocks, appears;
In thirty fail the sparkling waves divide,
Which Podalirius and Machaon guide.
To thefe 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 fnow,
And where Hyperia's filver fountains flow.

Thy troops, Argiffa, Polypotes leads,
And Eleon, shelter'd by Olympus' fhades,
Gyrtone's warriors; and where Orthè lies,
And Oleoffon's chalky cliffs arise.
Sprung from Pirithous of immortal race,
The fruit of fair Hippodamè's embrace,
(That day when, hurl'd from Pelion's cloudy head.
To diftant dens the fhaggy Centaurs fled)
With Polypotes join'd in equal fway
Leontes leads, and forty fhips obey.

In twenty fail the bold Perrhæbians came From Cyphus; Guneus was their leader's name. With these the Enians join'd, and those who freeze Where cold Dodona lifts her holy trees; Or where the pleafing Titarefius glides, And into Peneus rolls his eafy tides; Yet o'er the filver surface pure they flow, The facred stream unmix'd with streams below, Sacred and awful! From the dark abodes Styx pours them forth, the dreadful oath of Gods! Laft under Prothous the Magnesians ftoo!, Prothous the fwift, of old Tenthedron's blood; Who dwell where Pelion, crown'd with piny boughs, Obfcures the glade, and nods his fhaggy brows; Or where through flowery Tempè Peneus stray'd (The region ftretch'd beneath his mighty fhade); In forty fable barks they ftemm'd the main. Such were the chiefs, and fuch the Grecian train. Say next, O Mufe! of all Achaia breeds, Who braveft fought, or reign'd the nobleit steeds? Eumeleus' mares were foremost in the chace, As eagles fleet, and of Pheretian race: Bred where Pieria's fruitful fountains flow, And train'd by him who bears the filver bow. Fierce in their fight, their noftrils breath'd a flame, Their height, their colour, and their age the fame; O'er fields of death they whirl the rapid car, And break the ranks, and thunder through the war Ajax in arms the first renown acquir'd, While ftern Achilles in his wrath retir'd (His was the ftrength that mortal might exceeds, And his, th' unrivall'd race of heavenly steeds). But Thetis' fon now fhines in arms no more; His troops, neglected on the fandy there,

* Acfculapius.