Part 34 (1/2)
The chief she found alittering car
The Goddess then: ”O son of Priah ahts in the front, and bathes with blood the ground, Abstain froht; yet issue forth commands, And trust the war to less important hands: But when, or wounded by the spear or dart, The chief shallthy ar Greece be press'd, Till to the ht her awful shade extend”
She said, and vanish'd Hector, with a bound, Springs frorasps in either hand A pointed lance, and speeds from band to band; Revives their ardour, turns their steps froht
They stand to arms: the Greeks their onset dare, Condense their powers, and wait the co war
New force, new spirit, to each breast returns; The fight reneith fiercer fury burns: The king leads on: all fix on him their eye, And learn from him to conquer, or to die
Ye sacred nine! celestial Muses! tell, Who faced hireat Iphida; Whorandsire Cisseus bred, And nursed in Thrace where snowy flocks are fed
Scarce did the down his rosy cheeks invest, And early honour warhter's charms (Theano's sister) to his youthful arlory to the wars of Troy, He leaves untasted the first fruits of joy; Fro eyes, And swift to aid his dearer country flies
With twelve black shi+ps he reach'd Percope's strand, Thence took the long laborious march by land
Now fierce for fa in ared the missive spear; The Trojan stoop'd, the javelin pass'd in air
Then near the corslet, at the th, the youth directs his dart: But the broad belt, with plates of silver bound, The point rebated, and repell'd the wound
Encurasp'd with force, he wrench'd it froed a wound Full on his neck, that fell'd hiround
Stretch'd in the dust the unhappy warrior lies, And sleep eternal seals his swi eyes
Oh worthy better fate! oh early slain!
Thy country's friend; and virtuous, though in vain!
No in, and at once a bride!
No more with presents her embraces meet, Or lay the spoils of conquest at her feet, On whom his passion, lavish of his store, Bestow'd so much, and vainly promised more!
Unwept, uncover'd, on the plain he lay, While the proud victor bore his arh: Tears, at the sight, carief the much-loved youth he view'd, And the pale features now deform'd with blood
Then, with his spear, unseen, his ti, and near his elbow strook
The thrilling steel transpierced the brawny part, And through his arm stood forth the barbed dart
Surprised the monarch feels, yet void of fear On coon rushes with his lifted spear: His brother's corpse the pious Trojan draws, And calls his country to assert his cause; Defends hiuine field, And o'er the body spreads his auarded part, Transfix'd the warrior with his brazen dart; prone on his brother's bleeding breast he lay, The monarch's falchion lopp'd his head away: The social shades the sao, And join each other in the reales round the fields, With every weapon art or fury yields: By the long lance, the sword, or ponderous stone, Whole ranks are broken, and whole troops o'erthrown
This, while yet warrew stiff with clotted blood, Then grinding tortures his strong bosom rend, Less keen those darts the fierce Ilythiae send: (The powers that cause the tee with the sives his squire the rein; Then with a voice which fury :
”O friends! O Greeks! assert your honours won; Proceed, and finish what this arry Jove forbids your chief to stay, And envies half the glories of the day”
He said: the driver whirls his lengthful thong; The horses fly; the chariot s
Clouds from their nostrils the fierce coursers blow, And froh the battle in a moment's space, The wounded monarch at his tent they place
No sooner Hector saw the king retired, But thus his Trojans and his aids he fired: ”Hear, all ye Dardan, all ye Lycian race!
Faht, and dreadful face to face: Now call to reat forefathers' virtues, and your own
Behold, the general flies! deserts his powers!
Lo, Jove himself declares the conquest ours!
Now on yon ranks ilory, dare immortal deeds”
With words like these the fiery chief alar host, and every bosom warms
As the bold hunter cheers his hounds to tear The brindled lion, or the tusky bear: With voice and hand provokes their doubting heart, And springs the foremost with his lifted dart: So Godlike Hector prompts his troops to dare; Nor prompts alone, but leads himself the war
On the black body of the foe he pours; As from the cloud's deep bosom, swell'd with showers, A sudden storm the purple ocean sweeps, Drives the aves, and tosses all the deeps
Say, Muse! when Jove the Trojan's glory crown'd, Beneath his arround?
assaeus, Dolops, and Autonous died, Opites next was added to their side; Then brave Hipponous, faht; aesyar deaths unknown to faed with storust continued, violent and strong, Rolls sable clouds in heaps on heaps along; Now to the skies the foae, and wide the botto Hector, with resistless hands, O'erturns, confounds, and scatters all their bands