In empty air their sportive javelins throw, Or whirl the disk, or bend an idle bow: Unitain'd with blood his cover'd chariots ftand; Th' immortal courfers graze along the ftrand; But the brave chiefs th' inglorious life deplor'd, And wandering o'er the camp, requir'd their lord. Now, like a deluge, covering all around, The hiring armies iwept along the ground: Swift as a flood of fire, when ftorms arife, Fats the wide field, and blazes to the skies. Earth groan'd beneath them; as when angry Jove Hurls down the forky lightning from above, On Airmè when he the thunder throws, And fires Typhæus with redoubled blows, Where Typhon, preft beneath the burning load, till feels the fury of th' avenging God.

But various Iris, fove's commands to bear, Spe 4s on the wings of winds through liquid air; In Priam's porch the Trojan chiefs the found, The old confulting, and the youths around. Polites' fhape, the monarch's fon, the chofe, Who from Eletes' tomb obferv'd the foes, High on the mound; from whence in profpect lay The fields, the tents, the navy, and the bay. In this diffembled form, the hattes to bring The unwelcome meffage to the Phrygian king; Ceafe to confult, the time for action calls, War, horrid war, approaches to your walls! Aflembled armies oft have I beheld; But ne'er till now fuch numbers chang'd the field, Thick as autumnal leaves or driving fand, The moving iquadrons blacken all the ftrand. Thou, godlike Hector! all thy force employ, Affemble all th' muted bands of Troy ; In just array let every leader call The foreign troops; this day demands them all. The voice divine the mighty chief alarms; The council breaks, the warriors rush to arms. The gates unfolding pour forth all their train, Nations on nations fill the dusky plain.

Men, feeds, and chariots, shake the trembling ground;

The tumult thickens, and the skies refound.
Amidit the plain in fight of Ilion stands
A rifing mount, the work of human hands;
(This for Myrinne's tomb th' Immortals know,
Though call'd Bateia in the world below)
Beneath their chiefs in martial order here,
Th' auxiliar troops and Trojan host appear.
The godlike Hector, high above the rest,
Shakes his huge fpear, and nods his plumy creft:
In throngs around his native bands repair,
And groves of lances glitter in the air.

Divine Eneas brings the Dardan race,
Anchifes' fon by Venus' ftol'n embrace,
Bra in the fhades of Ida's fecret grove,
(A mortal mixing with the Queen of Love)
Archilochus and Arcamas divide
The amor's toils, and combat by his fide.
Who fair Zeleia's wealthy vallies till,
Fait by the foot of Ida's facred hill;
Or drink, Elepus, of thy fable flood:
Were led by Pandarus, of royal blood.
To whom his art Apollo deign'd to fhow,
Grac'd with the prefents of his fhafts and bow.
From rih Aplus and Adreitia'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, fkill'd in fates to come,
The fire forewarn'd, and prophefy'd their doom:
Fate urg'd them on the fire forewarn'd in vain,
They ruth'd to war, and perish'd on the plain.

From Practius' ftream, Percote's pasture lands,
And Seftos and Abydos' neighbouring ftrands,
From great Arifba's walls and Selle's coaft,
Afius Hyrtacides conducts his hoft:
High on his car he shakes the flowing rèins,
His fiery couriers thunder o'er the plains.

The fierce Pelafgi next, in war renown'd,
March from Lariffa's ever-fertile ground:
In equal arms their brother leaders fhine
Hippothous bold, and Pyleus the divine.

Next Acamus and Pyreus lead their hofts,
In dread array, from Thracia's wintery coasts;
Round the bleak realms where Hellefpontus roars,
And Boreas beats the hoarfe-refounding fhores.

With great Euphemus the Ciconians move, Sprung from Frażenian Ceus, lov'd by Jove.

Pyrachmus the Paonian troops attend, Skill'd in the fight, their crooked bows to bend : From Axius' ample bed he leads them on, Axius, that laves the diftant Amydon; Axius, that fwells with all his neighbouring rills, And wide around the floating region fills.

The Paphlagonians Pyloemenes rules, Where rich Henetia breeds he favage mules, Where Erythinus' rifing 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 Reflects her bordering palaces and bowers.

[flowers,

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

There mighty Chromis led the Myfian train,
And augur Ennomus, infpir'd in vain,
For ftern Achilles lopt his facred head,
Roll'd down Scamander with the vulgar dead.
Phorcis and brave Afcanius, here unite
The Afcanian Phrygians, eager for the fight.

Of those who round Mæonia's realms refide,
Or whom the vales in fhades of Tmolus hide,
Meftles and Antiphus the charge partake;
Born on the banks of Gyges' filent lake.
There, from the fields where wild Meander flows,
High Mycale, and Latmos' fhady brows,
And proud Miletes, came the Carian throngs,
With mingled clamours, and with barbarous
tongues.

Amphimachus and Nauftes guide the train,
Nauftes the bold, Amphimachus the vain,
Who, trick'd with gold, and glittering on his car,
Rode like a woman to the field of war,
Fool that he was! by fierce Achilles lain,
The river swept him to the briny main :
There whelm'd with waves the gaudy warrior
The valiant victor feiz'd the golden prize. [lies
The forces laft in fair array fucceed,
Which blameless Glaucus and Sarpedon lead;
he warlike bands that diftant Lycia yields,
Where gulphy Xanthus foams along the fields

THUS by their leader's care each martial band
Moves into ranks, and stretches o'er the land.
With fhouts the Trojans rathing from afar,
Proclaim'd their motions, and provok'd the war;
So when inclement winter vex the plain
With piercing frofts, or thick-defcending rain,
To warmer feas, the cranes embody'd fly,
With noife, and order, through the mid-way fky;
To pigmy nations wounds and death they bring,
And all the war defcends upon the wing.
But filent, breathing rage, refolv'd and skill'd
By mutual aids to fix a doubtful field,
Swift march the Greeks: the rapid duft around
Darkening arifes from the labour'd ground.
Thus from his flaggy wings when Notus fheds
A night of vapours round the mountain-heads,
Swift gliding mifts the dufky fields invade,
To thieves more grateful than the midnight fhade;
While fcarce the Twains their feeding flocks furvey,
Loft and confus'd amidst the thicken'd day:
So, wrapt in gathering duft, the Grecian train,
A moving cloud, fwept on, and hid the plain.
Now front to front the hoftile armies itand,
Eager of fight, and only wait command;
When, to the van, before the fons of fame

Whom Troy fent forth, the beauteous Paris came,
In form a God! the panther's fpeckled hide
Flow'd o'er his armour with an easy pride,
His bended bow across his thoulders flung,
His fword befide him negligently hung,
Two pointed spears he shook with gallant grace,
And dar'd the braveft of the Grecian race.

As thus, with glorious air and proud difdain,
He boldly ftalk'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 feizes and devours the flain,
Preit by bold youths and baying dogs in vain.

Thus, fond of vengeance, with a furious bound,
In clanging arms he leaps upon the ground
From his high chariot: him, approaching near,
The beauteous champion views with marks of
Smit with a conscious fenfe, retires behind, [fear;
And fhuns the fate he well deferv'd to find.
As when fome thepherd, from the rustling trees
Shot forth to view, a fcaly ferpent fees;
Trembling and pale, he ftarts with wild affright,
And all confus'd precipitates his flight:
So from the king the flining warrior 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, hadft thou died when first thou faw'ft the light,
Or died at least before thy nuptial rite!
A better fate than vainly thus to boast,
And fly, the fcandal of the Trojan host,
Gods how the fcornful Greeks exult to fee
Their fears of danger undeceiv'd in thee!
Thy figure promis'd with a martial air,
But ill thy foul fupplies a form so fair,
In former days, in all thy gallant pride
When thy tall ships triumphant ftemm'd the tide,
When Greece beheld thy painted canvas flow,
And crowds stood wondering at the patling fhow;
Say, was it thus, with fuch a baffled mien,
You met th' approaches of the Spartan queen,
Thus from her realm convey'd the beauteous prize,
And both her warlike lords outfhin'd in Helen's
eyes?

This deed, thy foes delight, thy own difgrace,
Thy father's grief, and ruin of thy race;
This deed recalls thee to the proffer'd fight;
Or haft thou injur'd whom thou dar’st not right!
Soon to thy colt the field would make thee know
Thou keep'ft the confort of a braver foe.

* Thefous and Menelaus.

Thy graceful form inftilling foft defire,
Thy curling trellas, and thy filver lyre,
Beauty and youth; in vain to these you trust,
When youth and beauty fhall be laid in duft :
Troy yet may wake, and one avenging blow
Crab the dire author of his country's woe.

His filence here, with blushes, Paris breaks;
'Tis just, my brother, what your anger speaks:
But who like thee can boaft a foul fedate,
So irmly proof to all the fhocks of fate?
Thy force like feel a temper'd hardness shows,
Still edg'd to wound, and still untir'd with blows.
Like fteel, uplifted by fome ftrenuous swain,
With falling woods to ftrow the wafted plain :
Thy gifts I praile; nor thou despise the charms
With which a lover golden Venus arms;
Soft moving speech, and pleafing outward fhow,
No with can gain them, but the Gods bestow.
Yet, would't thou have the proffer'd combat
stand,

The Greeks and Trojans feat on either hand;
Then let a mid-way space our hofts divide,
And on that ftage of war the cause be try'd:
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 cease,
And Troy poffefs her fertile fields in peace;
Thus may the Greeks review their native shore,
Much fai'd for generous fteeds, for beauty more.
He faid. The challenge Hector heard with joy,
Then with his fpear reftrain'd the youth of Troy,
Held by the midit, athwart; and near the foe
Advanc'd with fteps majestically flow:
While round his dauntless head the Grecians pour
Their ftones and arrows in a mingled fhower.

Then thus the monarch great Atrides cry'd;
Forbear, ye warriors! lay the darts afide :
A parley Hector atks, a meffage bears,
We know him by the various plume he wears.
Aw'd by his high command the Greeks attend,
The tumult filence, and the fight fufpend.

While from the centre Hector rolls his eyes
On either host, and thus to both applies:
Hear, all ye Trojans, all ye Grecian bands!
What Paris, author of the war, demands.
Your thining fwords within the fheath restrain,
And pitch your lances in the yielding plain.
Here in the midft, in either army's fight,
He dares the Spartan king to fingle fight;
And wills, that Helen and the ravifh'd fpoil
That caus'd the conteft, fhall reward the toil.
Let thefe the brave triumphant victor grace,
And differing nations part in leagues of peace.
He spoke in itill fufpenfe on either fide
Each army flood: the Spartan chief reply'd:
Me too, ye warriors, hear, whofe fatal right
A word engages in the toils of fight.
To me the labour of the field retign;
Me Paris injur'd; all the war be mine.
Fall that he muft, beneath his rival's arms;
And live the reft, fecure of future harms.
Two lambs, devoted by your country's rite,
To Earth a fable, to the Sun a white,
Prepare, ye Trojans while a third we bring
Set to Jove, th' inviolable king.
VOL. XIL

Let reverend Priam in the truce engage,
And add the fanction of confiderate age;
His fons are faithlefs, headlong in debate,
And youth itself an empty wavering itate:
Cool age advances venerably wife,
Turus on all hand its deep-difcerning eyes;
Sees what befel, and what may yet befall,
Concludes from both, and belt provides for all.

The nations hear, with rifing hopes poffeft, And peaceful profpects dawn in every breast. Within the lines they drew their iteeds around, And from their chariots iflued on the ground: Next all, unbuckling the rich mail they wore, Lay'd their bright arms along the fable fhore. On either fide the meeting hoits are feen, With lances fix'd, and close the space between. Two heralds now, difpatch'd to Troy, invite The Phrygian monarch to the peaceful rite; Talthybius haltens to the fleet, to bring The lamb for Jove, th' inviolable king.

Mean time, to beauteous Helen, from the skies The various Goddess of the rainbow flies (Like fair Laodicè in form and face The lovelielt nymph of Priam's royal race). Her in the palace, at her loom the found; The golden web her own fad itory crown'd. The Trojan wars the weav'd (herself the prize) And the dire triumph of her fatal eyes. To whom the Goddefs of the painted bow; Approach and view the wond'rous fcenes below! Each hardy Greek, and valiant Trojan knight, So dreadful late, and furious for the fight, Now reft their spears, or lean upon their fhields; Ceas'd is the war, and filent all the fields. Paris alone and Sparta's king advance, In fingle fight to tofs the beamy lance; Each met in arms, the fate of combat tries, Thy love the motive, and thy charms the prize. This faid, the many-colour'd maid infpires Her husband's love, and wakes her former fires; Her country, parents, all that once were dear, Ruth to her thoughts, and force a tender tear. O'er her fair face a fnowy veil fhe threw, And, foftly fighing, from the loom withdrew : Her handmaids Clymene and Athra wait Her filent footsteps to the Scran gate.

There fat the feniors of the Trojan race.
(Old Priam's chiefs, and moft in Priam's grace)
The king the firft; Thymates at his fide;
Lampus and Clytius, long in council try'd;
Panthus, and Hicetaon, once the Rrong;
And next, the wifeft of the reverend throng,
Antenor grave, and fage Ulegon,
Lean'd on the walls, and baik'd before the fun.
Chiefs, who no more in bloody fights engage,
But wife through time, and narrative with age,
In fummer-days like graihoppers rejoice,
A bloodle's race, that lend a feeble voice.
There when the Spartan queen approach'd the
tower,

In fecret own'd refiftlefs beauty's power:
They cried, No wonder fuch celestial charms
For nine long years have fet the world in arms;
What winning graces! what pajenic mien !
She moves a Goddess, and the looks a Queen
Yet hence, oh Heaven! convey that fatal face,
And from destruction fave the Trojan race,

B

The good old Priam welcom'd her, and cried,
Approach, my child, and grace thy father's fide.
See on the plain thy Grecian fpoufe appears,
The friends and kindred of thy former years!
No crime of thine our prefent fufferings draws,
Not thou, but Heaven's difpofing will, the caufe;
The Gods thefe armies and this force employ,
The hoftile Gods confpire the fate of Troy.
Put lift thy eyes, and fay what Greek is he
(Far as from hence thefe aged orbs can fee)
Around whofe brow fuch martial graces fhine,
So tall, fo awful, and almoft divine!

Though fome of larger ftature tread the green,
None match his grandeur and exalted mien :
He feems a monarch, and his country's pride,
Thus ceas'd the king; and thus the fair replied:
Before thy prefence, father, I appear
With confcious fhame and reverential fear.
Ah! had I died, ere to these walls I fled,
Falfe to my country and my nuptial bed;
My brothers, friends, and daughter left behind,
Falfe to them all, to Paris only kind?
For this I mourn, till grief or dire disease
Shall waste the form, whofe crime it was to please.
The king of kings, Atrides, you furvey,
Great in the war, and great in arts of sway:
My brother once, before my days of shame;
And oh that ftill he bore a brother's name!

With wonder Priam view'd the godlike man,
Extoll'd the happy prince, and thus began:
O bleft Atrides! born to profperous fate,
Successful monarch of a mighty ftate!
How vaft thy empire! Of yon matchless train
What numbers loft, what numbers yet remain ?
In Phrygia once were gallant armies known,
In ancient time, when Otreus fill'd the throne,
When godlike Mygdon led their troops of horse,
And I, to join them, rais'd the Trojan force:
Against the manlike Amazons we flood,
And Sangar's ftream ran purple with their blood,
But far inferior thofe, in martial grace
And ftrength of numbers, to this Grecian race.
This faid, once more he view'd the warrior-
train:

What's he whofe arms lie fcatter'd on the plain:
Broad is his breaft, his fhoulders larger spread,
Though great Atrides overtops his head."
Nor yet appear his care and conduct fmall;
From 'rank to rank he moves, and orders all.
The stately ram thus meatures o'er the ground,
And, mafter of the flock, furveys them round.

Then Helen thus: Whom your difcerning eyes
Have fingled out, is Ithacus the wife:
A barren island boasts his glorious birth:
His fame for wifdom fills the fpacious earth.
Antenor took the word, and thus began:
Myself, O king! have feen that wond'rous man:
When trusting Jove and hofpitable laws,
To Troy he came, to plead the Grecian caufe ;.
(Great Menelaus urg'd the fame request) -
My houfe was honour'd with each royal guest:
I knew their perfons, and admir'd their parts,
Both brave in arms, and both approv'd in arts.
Erect, the Spartan most engag'd our view;
Ulyffes feated greater reverence drew.
When Atreus' fon harangu'd the liftening train,
Juft was his fenfe, and his expreffion plain,

His words fuccinct, yet full, without a fault;
He spoke no more than just the thing he ought.
But when Ulyffes rofe, in thought profound,
His modeft eyes he fixt upon the ground,
As one unskill'd or dumb, he seem'd to stand,
Nor rais'd his head, nor ftretch'd his fcepter'd hand;
But, when he speaks, what elocution Aows!
Soft as the fleeces of defcending fnows,
The copious accents fall with easy art;
Melting they fall, and fink into the heart!
Wondering we hear, and fix'd in deep surprise;
Our ears refute the cenfure of our eyes.

The king then afk'd (as yet the camp he view'd)
What chief is that, with giant ftrength endued;
Whofe brawny fhoulders, and whofe fwelling chest,
And lofty ftature, far exceed the rest?
Ajax the great (the beauteous queen replied)
Himself a hoft: the Grecian ftrength and pride.
See! bold Idomeneus fuperior towers
Amidft yon circle of his Cretan powers,
Great as a God! I faw him once before,
With Menelaus, on the Spartan shore.
The reft I know, and could in order name;
All valiant chiefs, and men of mighty fame.
Yet two are wanting of the numerous train,
Whom long my eyes have fought, but fought in
Caftor and Pollux first in martial force, [vain;
One bold on foot, and one renown'd for hote.
My brothers thefe; the fame our native shore,
One house contain'd us, as one mother bore.
Perhaps the chiefs, from warlike toils at eafe,
For diftant Troy refus'd to fail the feas:
Perhaps their fwords fome nobler quarrel draws,
Afham'd to combat in their fifter's caufe.
So fpoke the fair, nor knew her brother's doom,
Wrapt in the cold embraces of the tomb;
Adorn'd with honours in their native thore.
Silent they flept, and heard of wars no more.[ town,

Mean time the heralds, through the crowded Bring the rich wine and deftin'd victims down. Ideus' arms the golden goblets preft, Who thus the venerable king addreft: Arife, O father of the Trojan ftate! The nations call, thy joyful people wait, To feal the truce, and end the dire debate. Paris thy for, and Sparta's king advance, In meafur'd lifts to tofs the weighty lance: And who his rival fhall in arms fubdue His be the dame, and his the treasure too. Thus with a lafting league our toils may cease, And Troy poffefs her fertile fields in peace; So fhall the Greeks review their native fhore, Much fam'd for generous fteeds, for beauty more. With grief he heard, and bade the chiefs preTo join his milk-white courfers to the car: [pare He mounts the feat, Antenor at his fide; The gentle steeds through Scæa's gates they guide: Next from the car defcending on the plain, Amid the Grecian host and Trojan train Slow they proceed: the fage Ulyffes then Arofe, and with him rofe the king of men. On either fide a facred herald stands, The wine they mix, and on each monarch's hands Pour the full urn; then draws the Grecian lord His cutlace sheath'd befide his ponderous fword; From the fign'd victims crops the curling hair, The heralds part it, and the princes fhare;

Thea loudly thus before th' attentive bands
He calls the Gods, and spreads his lifted hands :
O firit and greatest power! whom all obey,
Who high on Ida's holy mountain (way,
Eternal Jove! and you bright orb that roll
From eaft to weft, and view from pole to pole
Thou mother Earth! and all ye living Floods!
Internal Furies and Tartarian Gods,

⚫ Who rule the dead, and horrid woes prepare.
For perjur'd kings, and all who falfely fwear!
Hear, and be witnefs. If, by Paris flain,
Great Menelaus prefs the fatal plain;
The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep.
And Greece returning plough the watery deep.
If by my brother's lance the Trojan bleed;
Be his the wealth and beauteous dame decreed:
The appointed fine let Ilion justly pay,
And every age record the fignal day.
Thus if the Phrygians fhall refufe to yield,
Arms muft revenge, and Mars decido the field.
With that the chief the tender victims flew,
And in the duft their bleeding bodies threw ;
The vital spirit iffued at the wound,
And left the members quivering on the ground.
From the fame urn they drink the mingled wine,
And add libations to the powers divine.
While thus their prayers united mount the sky;
Hear, mighty Jove! and hear, ye Gods on high!
And may their blood, who firft the league confound,
Shed like this wine, diftain the thirty ground;
May all their conforts ferve promifcuous luft,
And all their race be fcatter'd as the duft!
Thus either hoft their imprecations join'd,
Which Jove refus'd, and mingled with the wind.
The rites now finish'd, reverend Priam rofe,
And thus exprefs'd a heart o'ercharg'd with woes:
Ye Greeks and Trojans, let the chiefs engage,
But fpare the weakness of my feeble age:
In yonder walls that object let me thun,
Nor view the danger of fo dear a fon. [fall,
Whofe arms fhall conquer, and what prince shall
Heaven only knows, for Heaven difpofes all.
This faid, the hoary king no longer stay'd,
But on his car the flaughter'd victims laid;
Then feiz'd the reins his gentle fteeds to guide
And drove to Troy, Antenor at his fide.
Bold Hector and Ulyffes now difpofe
The lifts of combat, and the ground enclofe:
Next to decide by facred lots prepare,
Who first shall launch his pointed spear in air.
The people pray with elevated hands,

And words like thefe are heard through all the bands.
Immortal Jove, high heaven's fuperior lord,
On lofty Ida's holy mount ador'd!
Whoe'er involv'd us in this dire debate,
Ongite that author of the war to fate
And fades eternal! let divifion cease,
And joyful nations join in leagues of peace.
With eyes averted, Hector hates to turn
The lots of fight, and flakes the brazen urn.
Then, Paris, thine leap'd forth; by fatal chance
Ordain'd the first to whirl the weighty lance.
Both armies fat the combat to furvey,
Beude each chief his azure armour lay,
And round the lifts the generous courfers neigh..
The beauteous warrior now arrays for fight,
In gilded arms magnificently bright:

The purple cuishes clafp his thighs around,
With flowers adorn'd, with filver buckles bound
Lycaon's cortelet his fair body dreft,
Brac'd in, and fitted to his fofter breast:
A radiant baldric, o'er his fhoulder ty'd,
Suftain'd the fword that glitter'd at his fide:
His youthful face a polith'd helm o'erfpread;
The waving horic hair nodded on his head;
His figur'd thield, a fhining orb, he takes,
And in his hand a pointed javelin thakes,
With equal speed, and fir'd by equal charins,
The Spartan hero fheaths his limbs in arms.

Now round the lifts the admiring armies ftand, With javelins fix'd, the Greek and Trojan band. Amidst the dreadful vale, the chiefs advance All pale with rage, andthake the threatening iance, The Trojan firit his thining javelin threw ; Full on Atrides' ringing held it flew ; Nor pierc'd the brazen orb, but with a bound Leap'd from the buckler, blunted on the ground. Atrides then his maily lance prepares, In act to throw, but first prefers his prayers:

Give me, great Jove! to punith lawless luft,
And lay the Trojan gaip.ng in the dud:
Destroy th' aggreffor, aid my righteous caufe,
Avenge the breach of hofpitable laws,
Let this example future times reclaim,
And guard from wrong fair friendthip's holy name.
He faid, and pois'd in air the javelin fent,
Through Paris' fhield the forceful weapon went,
His cortelet pierces, and his garment rends,
And, glancing downward, near his flank defcends.
The wary Trojan, bending from the blow,
Eludes the death, and disappoints his foe:
But fierce Atrides way'd his fword, and ftrook
Full on his cafque; the crefted helmet thook;
The brittle steel, unfaithful to his hand,
Broke short: the fragments glitter'd on the fand.
The raging warrior to the fpacious fkies
Rais'd his upbraiding voice, and angry eyes:
Then is it vain in Jove himself to aft?
And is it thus the Gods at the juit ?
When crimes provoke us, Heaven fuccefs denies;
The dart falls harmlets, and the faulchion flies.
Furious he faid, and tow'rd the Grecian crew
(Seiz'd by the creft) th' unh ippy war ior drew;
Struggling he follow'd, while th'embroidered thong,
That ty'd his helmet, dragg'd the chief along.
Then had his ruin crown'd Atrides' joy,
But Venus trembled for the prince of Troy :
Unfeen the came, and burft the golden band;
And left an empty helmet in his hand.

The cafque, enrag'd, amidit the Greeks he threw;
The Greeks with fmiles the polifh'd trophy view.
Then, as once more he lifts the deadly dart,
In thirit of vengeance at his rival's heart,
The Queen of Love her favour'd'champion shrouds
(For Gods can all things) in a veil of clouds.
Rais'd from the field the panting youth fhe led,
And gently laid him on the bridal bed,'.
With pleating fweets his fainting fenfe renews,
And all the dome perfumes with heavenly dews.

Mean time the brighteft of the female kind,
The matchlefs Helen, o'er the walls reclin'd;
To her, befet with Trojan beauties, came
In borrow'd form the laughter-ioving dame,