605 So Chryses pray'd, Apollo heard his prayer: And now the Greeks their hecatomb prepare ; Between their horns the salted barley threw, 600 And with their heads to heaven the victims slew: The limbs they sever from th' inclosing hide; The thighs, selected to the Gods, divide: On these, in double cawls involv'd with art, The choicest morsels lay from every part. The priest himself before his altar stands, And burns the offering with his holy hands, Pours the black wine, and sees the flames aspire; The youth with instruments surround the fire: The thighs thus sacrific'd, and entrails drest, 610 Th' assistants part, transfix, and roast the rest: Then spread the tables, the repast prepare, Each takes his seat, and each receives his share.. When now the rage of hunger was represt, With pure libations they conclude the feast; 615 The youths with wine the copious goblets crown'd, And pleas'd, dispense the flowing bowls around. With hymns divine the joyous banquet ends, The pæans lengthen'd till the sun descends: The Greeks, restor'd, the grateful notes prolong; 620 Apollo listens, and approves the song. 625 Twas night; the chiefs beside their vessel lie, Till rosy morn had purpled o'er the sky: Then launch, and hoise the mast; indulgent gales, Supply'd by Phoebus, fill the swelling sails; The milk-white canvas bellying as they blow, The parted ocean foams and roars below: Above the bounding billows swift they flew, Till now the Grecian camp appear'd in view. Far on the beach they haul their bark to land, 630 (The crooked keel divides the yellow sand) Then part, where stretch'd along the winding bay The ships and tents in mingled prospect lay. But raging still, amidst his navy sat The stern Achilles, stedfast in his hate; Nor mix'd in combat, nor in council join'd; But wasting cares lay heavy on his mind: In his black thoughts revenge and slaughter roll, And scenes of blood rise dreadful in his soul. 639 Twelve days were past, and now the dawning light The Gods had summon'd to th' Olympian height: 635 ་ Jove first ascending from the watery bowers, 655 My words could please thee, or my actions aid; 675 She said, and sighing thus the God replies, 670 Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies. What hast thou ask'd? Ah why should Jove engage In foreign contests, and domestic rage, The Gods' complaints, and Juno's fierce alarms, While I, too partial, aid the Trojan arms? Go, lest the haughty partner of my sway With jealous eyes thy close access survey; But part in peace, secure thy prayer is sped: Witness the sacred honors of our head, The nod that ratifies the will divine, The faithful, fix'd, irrevocable sign; This seals thy suit, and this fulfils thy vows→→→ He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows; Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod; The stamp of fate, and sanction of the God: 685 680 High heav'n with trembling the dread signal took, Swift to the seas profound the Goddess flies, .690 The coming God, and from their thrones of state Arising silent, wrapt in holy fear, Before the majesty of heaven appear. 695 Trembling they stand, whileJove assumes the throne, 700 705 What favorite Goddess then those cares divides, 711 720 Full on the sire the Goddess of the skies Roll'd the large orbs of her majestic eyes, And thus return'd. Austere Saturnius, say, From whence this wrath, or who controls thy sway? Thy boundless will, for me, remains in force, 716 And all thy counsels take the destin'd course. But 'tis for Greece I fear: for late was seen In close consult the silver-footed queen, Jove to his Thetis nothing could deny, Nor was the signal vain that shook the sky. What fatal favor has the Goddess won, To grace her fierce, inexorable son? Perhaps in Grecian blood to drench the plain, And glut his vengeance with my people slain. 725 Then thus the God: Oh restless fate of pride, That strives to learn what heaven resolves to hide; Vain is the search, presumptuous and abhorr'd, Anxious to thee, and odious to thy lord. Let this suffice; th' immutable decree No force can shake: what is, that ought to be. 730 735 The Thunderer spoke, nor durst the queen reply; A reverend horror silenc'd all the sky. The feast disturb'd, with sorrow Vulcan saw His mother menac'd, and the Gods in awe; Peace at his heart, and pleasure his design, Thus interpos'd the architect divine. The wretched quarrels of the mortal state Are far unworthy, Gods! of your debate: Let men their days in senseless strife employ, We, in eternal peace, and constant joy. Thou Goddess-mother, with our sire comply, Nor break the sacred union of the sky; 740 745 Lest, rouz'd to rage, he shake the blest abodes, 755 Once in your cause I felt his matchless might, 760 Hurl'd headlong downward from th' etherial height; Tost all the day in rapid circles round; Nor till the sun descended, touch'd the ground: The Sinthians rais'd me on the Lemnian coast. 765 770 Apollo tun'd the lyre; the Muses round |