Part 64 (1/2)
Submissive I desist, if thou co hand
Hear then my solemn oath, to yield to fate Unaided Ilion, and her destined state, Till Greece shall gird her with destructive flame, And in one ruin sink the Trojan name”
His warnipotent his rage forbear, Recall the flame, nor in a ain the branching streain to spread, And soft remurmur in their wonted bed
While these by Juno's will the strife resign, The warring Gods in fierce contention join: Rekindling rage each heavenly breast alarour shock the ethereal arms: Heaven in loud thunder bids the truround
Jove, as his sport, the dreadful scene descries, And views contending Gods with careless eyes
The power of battles lifts his brazen spear, And first assaults the radiant queen of war:
”What moved thy madness, thus to disunite Ethereal ht?
What wonder this, when in thy frantic mood Thou drovest a mortal to insult a God?
Thy impious hand Tydides' javelin bore, And ore”
He spoke, and s shi+eld, Which bears Jove's thunder on its dreadful field: The ada bolt and forked fire
Then heaved the Goddess in herland, There fix'd froy, vast; This at the heavenly ho he falls, a mass of monstrous size: And seven broad acres covers as he lies
The stunning stroke his stubborn nerves unbound: Loud o'er the fields his ringing arms resound: The scornful da, thus the prostrate God reviles:
”Hast thou not yet, insatiate fury! kno far Minerva's force transcends thy own?
Juno, whom thou rebellious darest withstand, Corrects thy folly thus by Pallas' hand; Thus race, And partial aid to Troy's perfidious race”
The Goddess spoke, and turn'd her eyes away, That, beahter, stooping on the land, Lent to the wounded God her tender hand: Slowly he rises, scarcely breathes with pain, And, propp'd on her fair arht e, thus to war's victorious maid:
”Lo! what an aid on Mars's side is seen!
The smiles' and loves' unconquerable queen!
Mark hat insolence, in open view, She moves: let Pallas, if she dares, pursue”
Minerva shtly on her breast the wanton strook: She, unresisting, fell (her spirits fled); On earth together lay the lovers spread
”And like these heroes be the fate of all (Minerva cries) who guard the Trojan wall!
To Grecian Gods such let the Phrygian be, So dread, so fierce, as Venus is to me; Then from the lowest stone shall Troy be moved”
Thus she, and Juno with a sht, The God of ocean dares the God of light
”What sloth has seized us, when the fields around Ring with conflicting powers, and heaven returns the sound: Shall, ignominious, ith shame retire, No deed perform'd, to our Olympian sire?
Coreatness, or superior age: Rash as thou art to prop the Trojan throne, (Forgetful of uard the race of proud Laoot, how, at the then'd labours of a year?
Troy walls I raised (for such were Jove's corew beneathfair Ida's vales and pendant groves
But when the circling seasons in their train Brought back the grateful day that crown'd our pain, Withdefied Our latent Godhead, and the prize denied: Mad as he was, he threaten'd servile bands, And doom'd us exiles far in barbarous lands(273) Incensed, we heavenward fled with swiftest wing, And destined vengeance on the perjured king
Dost thou, for this, afford proud Ilion grace, And not, like us, infest the faithless race; Like us, their present, future sons destroy, And from its deep foundations heave their Troy?”
Apollo thus: ”To combat for mankind Ill suits the wisdom of celestial mind; For what is man? Calamitous by birth, They owe their life and nourishment to earth; Like yearly leaves, that noith beauty crown'd, Sround
To their own hands commit the frantic scene, Nor mix immortals in a cause soheavenly fires, And fro, Artemis upbraids, The quiver'd huntress of the sylvan shades:
”And is it thus the youthful Phoebus flies, And yields to ocean's hoary sire the prize?
How vain that martial pomp, and dreadful show Of pointed arrows and the silver bow!
Now boast no reat earth-shaking power”
Silent he heard the queen of woods upbraid: Not so Saturnia bore the vaunting maid: But furious thus: ”What insolence has driven Thy pride to face the ue design'd, Fierce to the feeble race of wo dart; Thy sex's tyrant, with a tiger's heart?
What though tremendous in the woodland chase Thy certain arrows pierce the savage race?