Beneath one foot the yet warm corpfe he preft,
And drew his javelin from the bleeding breast:
He could no more; the fhowering darts deny'd
To spoil his glittering arms and plumy pride.
Now foes on foes came pouring on the field,
With bristling lances, and compacted shields;
Till, in the fteely circle ftraiten'd round,
Forc'd he gives way, and fternly quits the ground.
While thus they ftrive, Tlepolemus the great,
Urg'd by the force of unrefifted fate,
Burns with defire Sarpedon's strength to prove;
Alcides' offspring meets the fon of Jove.
Sheath'd in bright arms each adverse chief came on,
Jove's great defcendant, and his greater fon.
Prepar'd for combat ere the lance he tofs'd,
The daring Rhodian vents his haughty boaft:
What brings this Lycian counsellor fo far,
To tremble at our arms, not mix in war?
Know thy vain felf; nor let their flattery move,
Who style thee fon of cloud-compelling Jove.
How far unlike those chiefs of race divine,
How vaft the difference of their deeds and thine!
Jove got fuch heroes as my fire, whose foul
No fear could daunt, nor earth nor hell controul,
Troy felt his arm, and yon proud ramparts stand
Rais'd on the ruins of his vengeul hand:
With fix fmall fhips, and but a flender train,
He left the town a wide-deferted plain.
But what art thou? who deedlefs look'ft around,
While unreveng'd thy Lycians bite the ground:
Small aid to Troy thy feeble force can be;
But, wert thou greater, thou muft yield to me.
Pierc'd by my fpear, to endless darkness go!
I make this present to the fhades below,

The fon of Hercules, the Rhodian guide,
Thus haughty fpoke. The Lycian king reply'd:
Thy fire, O prince! o'erturn'd the Trojan ftate,
Whofe perjur'd monarch well deferv'd his fate;
Thofe heavenly steeds the hero fought so far,
Falfe he detain'd, the just reward of war.
Nor fo content, the generous chief defy'd,
With bale reproaches and unmanly pride.
But you, unworthy the high race you boast,
Shall raise my glory when thy own is loft:
Now meet thy fate, and, by Sarpedon flain,
Add one more ghoft to Pluto's gloomy reign.

He faid: both javelins at an inftant flew; Both ftruck, both wounded; but Sarpedon's flew : Full in the boafter's neck the weapon ftood. Transfix'd his throat, and drank the vital blood; The foul difdainful feeks the caves of night, And his feal'd eyes for ever lofe the light.

Yet not in vain, Tlepolemus, was thrown
Thy angry lance; which, piercing to the bone
Sarpedon's thigh, had robb'd the chief of breath;
But Jove was prefent, and forbade the death.
Borne from the conflict by the Lycian throng,
The wounded hero dragg'd the lance along.
(His friends, each bufied in his feveral part,
Through hafte, or danger, had not drawn the
dart.)

The Greeks with flain Tlepolemus retir'd;
Whofe fall Ulyffes view'd, with fury fir'd;
Doubtful if Jove's great fon he should purfue,
Or pour his vengeance on the Lycian crew.
But Heaven and Fate the firft design withitand,
Nor this great death muft grace Ulyffes' hand.

Minerva drives him on the Lycian trairi ;
Alastor, Cromius, Halius, ftrow'd the plain,
Alcander, Prytanis, Noëmon fell:

And numbers more his sword had sent to hell,
But Hector faw; and, furious at the fight,
Rush'd terrible amidit the ranks of fight.
With joy Sarpedon view'd the wish'd relief,
And, faint, lamenting, thus implor'd the chief:
Oh suffer not the foe to bear away
My helpless corpfe, an unaffifted prey;
If I, unbleft, muft fee my fon no more,
My much-lov'd confort, and my native shore,
Yet let me die in Ilion's facred wall;
Troy, in whose cause I fell, fhall mourn my fall.
He faid, nor Hector to the chief replies,
But shakes his plume, and fierce to combat flies;
Swift as a whirlwind, drives the fcattering foes;
And dyes the ground with purple as he goes.

Beneath a beech, Jove's confecrated shade,
His mournful friends divine Sarpedon laid :
Brave Pelagon, his favourite chief, was nigh,
Who wrench'd the javelin from his finewy thigh.
The fainting foul Food ready wing'd for flight,
And o'er his eye-balls swam the shades of night;
But Boreas rifing fresh, with gentle breath,
Recall'd his fpirit from the gates of death.

The generous Greeks recede with tardy pace,
Though Mars and Hector thunder in their face;
None turn their backs to mean ignoble flight,
Slow they retreat, and ev'n retreating fight.
Who first, who last, by Mars and Hector's hand
Stretch'd in their blood, lay gafping on the fand;
Teuthras the great, Oreites the renown'd
For manag'd steeds, and Techus prefs'd the ground:
Next Oenomaus, and Oenops' offspring dy'd;
Orefbius laft fell groaning at their fide;
Orefbius, in his painted mitre gay,

In fat Boeotia held his wealthy fway,
Where lakes furround low Hyle's watery plain;
A prince and people ftudious of their gain.

The carnage Juno from the fkies furvey'd,
And, touch'd with grief, bespoke the blue-ey'd

Maid.

Oh fight accurs'd! fhall faithlefs Troy prevail,
And shall our promise to our people fail?
How vain the word to Menelaus given
By Jove's great daughter and the Queen of Heaven,
Beneath his arms that Priam's towers fhould fall;
If warring Gods for ever guard the wall!
Mars, red with flaughter, aids our hated foes:
Hafte, let us arm, and force with force oppose!

She fpoke; Minerva burns to meet the war:
And now heaven's emprefs calls her blazing car.
At her command rufi forth the fteeds divine;
Rich with immortal gold their trappings thine.
Bright Hebe waits; by Hebè, ever young,
The whirling wheels are to the chariot hung.
On the bright axle turns the bidden wheel
Of founding brafs; the polish'd axle steel.
Eight brazen ipokes in radiant order flame;
The circles gold, of uncorrupted frame,
Such as the heavens produce: and round the gold
Two brazen rings of work divine were roll'd.
The boffy knaves of folid filver, fhone;
Braces of gold fufpend the moving throne:
The car, behind, an arching figure bore;
The bending concave form'd an arch before,

Silver the beam, th' extended yoke was gold, And golden reins th' immortal courfers hold. Herself, impatient, to the ready car

The courfers joins, and breathes revenge and war.
Pallas difrobes; her radiant veil unty'd, -
With flow'rs adorn'd, with art diverfify'd,
(The labour'd veil her heavenly fingers wove)
Flows on the pavement of the court of Jove.
Now heaven's dread arms her mighty limbs inveft,
Jove's cuirass blazes on her ample breast;
Deck'd in fad triumph for the mournful field,
O'er her broad thoulders hangs his horrid shield,
Dire, black, tremendous ! Round the margin toll'd,
A fringe of ferpents hiffing guards the gold:
Here all the terrors of grim War appear,
Here rages Force, bere tremble Flight and Fear,,
Here ftorm'd Contention, and here Fury frown'd,
And the dire orb portentous Gorgon crown'd.
The maffy golden helm the next affumes,
That dreadful nods, with four o'erfhading plumes;
So vaft, the broad circumference contains
A hundred armies on a hundred plains.
The Goddess thus the imperial car afcends;
Shook by her arm the mighty javelin bends,
Ponderous and huge; that, when her fury burns,
Froad tyrants humbles, and whole hofts o'erturns.
Swift at the fcourge th' ethereal courfers fly,
While the smooth chariot cuts the liquid sky.
Heaven's gates fpontaneous open to the powers;
Heaven's golden gates, kept by the winged hours;
Commithion'd in alternate watch they stand,
The fun's bright portals and the skies command,
Involve in clouds th' eternal gates of day,
Or the dark barrier roll with ease away.
The founding hinges ring; on either fide
The gloomy volumes pierc'd with light, divide...
The chariot mounts, where deep in ambient skies
Confus'd, Olympus' hundred heads arife:
Where far apart the Thunderer fills his throne;
O'er all the Gods fuperior and alone.
There with her fnowy hand the Queen restrains
The fiery feeds, and thus to Jove complains:

O Sire! can no refentment touch thy foul?" Can Mars rebel, and does na thunder roll? What lawless rage on yon forbidden plain, What rash deftruction! and what heroes flain! Venus, and Phoebus with the dreadful bow, Smile on the flaughter, and enjoy my woe. Mad, furious power I whofe unrelenting mind, No. God can govern, and no justice bind. Say, mighty father! fhall we scourge his pride, And drive from fight th' impetuous homicide? To whom affenting thus the Thunderer faid: Go! and the great Minerva be thy aid. To tame the monster-god Minerva knows, And oft afflicts his brutal breaft with woes. He faid; Saturnia ardent to obey, Lath'd her white steeds along th' aerial way. Swift down the fteep of heaven the chariot rolls, Between th' expanded earth and starry poles. Far as a thepherd from fome point on high, O'er the wide main extends his boundless eye; Through fuch a space of air, with thundering found, At every leap th' immortal courfers bound: Troy now they reach'd, and touch'd those banks divine

Wh re filver Simoïs and Scamander join.

There Juno ftopp'd, (and her fair steeds unloos'd)
Of air condens'd a vapour circumfus'd:
For thefe, impregnate with celeftial dew
On Simoïs' brink ambrofial herbage grew.
Thence to relieve the fainting Argive throng,
Smooth as the failing doves, they glide along.

The best and braveft of the Grecian band
(A warlike circle) round Tydides stand:
Such was their look as lions bath'd in blood,
Or foaming boars, the terror of the wood.
Heaven's emprefs mingles with the mortal crowds
And shouts, in Stentor's founding voice, aloud:
Stentor the strong, endued with brazen lungs,
Whofe throat furpafs the force of fifty tongues.

Inglorious Argives! to your race a shame, And only meu in figure and in name! Once from the walls your timorous foes engag'd; While fierce in war divine Achilles rag'd; Now iffuing fearless they poffefs the plain, Now win the fhores, and fcarce the feas remain.

Her fpeech new fury to their hearts convey'd ; While near Tydides ftood th' Athenian maid; The king befide his panting steeds the found, O'erfpent with toil, repofing on the ground: To cool his glowing wound he fat apart (The wound inflicted by the Lycian dart); Large drops of fweat from all his limbs defcend; Beneath his ponderous fhield his finews bend, Whofe ample belt, that o'er his shoulders lay, He eas'd, and wath'd the clotted gore away. The Goddess leaning o'er the bending yoke, Befide his courfers, thus her filence broke:

Degenerate prince! and not of Tydeus' kind, Whofe little body lodg'd a mighty mind; Foremost he prefs'd in glorious toils to share, And.fcarce refrain'd when I forebade the war. Alone, unguarded, once he dar'd to go And feaft, encircled by the Theban foe; There brav'd, and vanquifl'd, many a hardy knight Such nerves I gave him, and fuch force in fight. Thou too no leis haft been my conftant care: Thy hands I arm'd, and fent thee forth to war: But thee or fear deters, or floth detains; No drop of all thy father warms thy veins. The chief thus anfwer'd mild: Immortal maid! I own thy prefence, and confefs thy aid. Not fear, thou know'ft, withholds me from the : plains,

Nor floth hath feiz'd me, but thy word reftrains
From warring Gods thou bad'ft me turn my spear,
And Venus only found refiftance here.

Hence, Goddess! heedful of thy high commands,
Loth I give way, and warn'd our Argive bands:
For Mars, the homicide, thefe eyes beheld,
With flaughter red, and raging round the field.

Then thus Minerva. Brave Tydides, hear!
Not Mars himself, nor aught immortal, fear.
Full on the God impel thy foaming horse :
Pallas commands, and Pallas lends thee force.
Rafh, furious, blind, from these to thofe he flies,
And every fide of wavering combat tries;
Large promite makes, and breaks the promife made;
Now gives the Grecians, now the Trojans aid.
She faid, and to the steeds approaching near,
Drew from his feat the martial charioteer,
The vigorous power the trembling car afcends,
Fierce for revenge, and Diomed attends.

The groaning axle bent beneath the load;
So great a Hero, and fo great a God.

She fnatch'd the reins, the lafh'd with all her force,
And full on Mars impell'd the foaming horse:
But firft to hide her heavenly vifage, fpread
Black Orcus' helmet o'er her radiant head.
Just then gigantic Periphas lay flain,
The strongest warrior of th' Ætolian train;
The God, who flew him, leaves his proftrate prize
Stretch'd where he fell, and at Tydides flies.
Now, rushing fierce, in equal arms appear,
The daring Greek; the dreadful God of war!
Full at the chief, above his courfer's head,
From Mars's arm th' enormous weapon fled:
Pallas oppos'd her hand, and caus'd to glance,
Far from the car, the strong immortal lance.
Then threw the force of Tydeus' warlike fon;
The javelin hifs'd; the Goddess urg'd it on:
Where the broad cincture girt his armour round,
It pierc'd the God: his groin receiv'd the wound.
From the rent skin the warrior tugs again
The smoking steel. Mars bellows with the pain:
Loud as the roar encountering armies yield,
When shouting millions shake the thundering field.
Both armies start, and trembling gaze around;
And earth and heaven rebellow to the found.
As vapours blown by Aufter's fultry breath,
Pregnant with plagues, and fhedding feeds of death,
Beneath the rage of burning Sirius rife,
Choke the perch'd earth, and blacken
fkies;
In fuch a cloud the God from combat driven,
High o'er the dufty whirlwind fcales the heaven.
Wild with his pain he fought the bright abodes,
There fullen fat beneath the Sire of Gods,
Show'd the celestial blood, and with a groan
Thus pour'd his plaints before th' immortal throne:

all the

Can Jove, fupine, flagitious facts furvey, And brook the furies of this darng day? For mortal men celeftial powers engage, And Gods on Gods exert eternal rage. From thee, O father! all thefe ills we bear, And thy fell daughter with the thield and fpear: Thou gav'it that fury to the realms of light, Pernicious, wild, regardless of the right. All heaven befide reveres thy fovereign fway, Thy voice we hear, and thy behests obey:

'Tis hers t' offend, and ev'n offending fhare
Thy breaft, thy counfels, thy diftinguish'd care:
So boundlefs fre, and thou fo partial grown,

Well may we deem the wonderous birth thy

own.

Now frantic Diomed, at her command,
Against th' Immortals lift his raging hand :
The heavenly Venus firft his fury found,
Me next encountering, me he dar'd to wound;
Vanquish'd I fled: ev'n I the God of fight,
From mortal madness scarce was fav'd by flight.
Elfe had it thou feen me fink on yonder plain,
Heap'd round, and heaving under loads of flain!
Or, pierc'd with Grecian darts, for ages lie,
Condemn'd to pain, though fated not to die.

Hi thus upbraiding, with a wrathful look
The Lord of Thunders view'd, and ftern bespoke :
To me, perfidious! this lamenting strain?
Of lawless force fhall lawlefs Mars complain?
Of all the Gods who tread the spangled skies,
Thou most unjuft, moft odious in our eyes!
Inhuman difcord is thy dire delight,
The waste of flaughter, and the rage of fight.
No bound, no law, thy fiery temper quells,
And all thy mother in thy foul rebels.

In vain our threats, in vain our power we use;
She gives th' example, and her fon pursues.
Yet long th' inflicted pangs thou shalt not mourn,
Sprung fince thou art from Jove, and heavenly born.
Elfe fing'd with lightning had’st thou hence been
thrown,

Where chain'd on burning racks the Titans groan.
Thus he who shakes Olympus with his nod;
Then gave to Pæon's care the bleeding God.
With gentle hand the balm he pour'd around,
And heal'd th' immortal fleth, and clos'd the
wound.

As when the fig's preft juice, infus'd in cream,
To curds coagulates the liquid ftream,
Sudden the fluids fix, the parts combin'd;
Such, and fo foon, th' ætherial texture join'd.
Cleans'd from the duft and gore, fair Hebè dreft
His mighty limbs in an immortal vest.
Glorious he fate, in majefty restor'd,

Fatt by the throne of heaven's fuperior Lord.
Juno and Pallas mount the bleft abodes,
Their talk perform'd, and mix among the Gods.

Now Heaven forfakes the fight: th' immortals To human force and human skill, the field: [yield, Dark showers of javelins fly from foes to foes; Now here, now there, the tide of combat flows; While Troy's fam'dt ftreams, that bound the deathful plain,

On either fide run purple to the main.

Great Ajax firft to conqueft led the way, Broke the thick ranks, and turn the doubtful day. The Thracian Acamas his faulchion found, And hew'd th' enormous giant to the ground; His thundering arm a deadly ftroke impreft Where the black horie-hair nodded o'er his crest: Fix'd in his front the brazen weapon lies, And feals in endless fhades his fwimming eyes. Next Teuthras' fon diftain'd the fands with blood, Arylus, hofpitable, rich, and good: In fair Arifbe's walls (his native place) He held his feat; a friend to human race. Faft by the road his ever-open door Oblig'd the wealthy, and reliev'd the poor. To ftern Tydides now he falls a prey, No friend to guard him in the dreadful day! Breathlefs the good man fell; and by his fide His faithful fervant, old Calefius, dy'd.

By great Euryalus was Drefus flain, And next he laid Opheltius on the plain. Two twins were near, bold, beautiful and young, From a fair Naiad and Bucolion sprung: (Laomedon's white flocks Bucolion fed, 'That monarch's firft-born by a foreign bed; In fecret woods he won the Naiad's grace,

And two fair infants crown'd his strong embrace.)

Here dead they lay in all their youthful charms;
The ruthless victor stripp'd their fhining arms.
Aftyalus by Polypœtes fell;
Ulyffes fpear Pydytes fent to hell;
By Teucer's fhaft brave Aretaön bled,
And Neftor's fon laid ftern Ablerus dead;
Great Agamemnon leader of the brave,
The mortal wound of rich Elatus gave,
Who held in Pedafus his proud abode,
And till'd the banks where filver Satnio flow'd.
Melanthius by Eurypylus was flain;
And Phylacus from Leitus flies in vain.

Unbleft Aftraftus next at mercy lies
Beneath the Spartan fpear, a living prize.
Scar'd with the din and tumult of the fight,
His headlong steeds precipitate in light,
Rufh'd on a tamarifk's ftrong trunk, and broke
The fhatter'd hariot from the crooked yoke;
Wide o'er the field, refiftless as the wind,
For Troy they fly, and leave their lord behind.
Prone on his face hè finks befide the wheel:
Atrides o'er bim shakes his vengeful steel;
The fallen chief in fuppliant posture prefs'd
The victor's knees, and thus his prayer addrefs'd:
Oli, ipare my youth and for the life I owe
Large gifts of price my father thall bestow.
When fame fall tell, that, not in battle slain,
Thy hellow thips his captive fon detain;
Rich heaps of brass shall in thy tent be told,
And feel well temper'd, and perfuafive gold.
He faid: compaffion touch'd the hero's heart;
He food, fufpended with the lifted dart :

℗ Scamaster and Binois.

As pity pleaded for his vanquifh'd prize.
Stern Agamemnon swift to vengeance flies,
And furious thus: Oh impotent of mind!
Shall thefe, fhall thefe Atrides' mercy find!
Well haft thou known proud Troy's perfidious land,
And well her natives merit at thy hand!
Not one of all the race, nor fex, nor age;
Shall fave à Trojan from our boundless rage:
Ilion fhall perish whole, and bury all;
Her babes, her infants at the breaft, shall fall.
A dreadful leffon of exampled fate,
To warn the nations, and to curb the great!

The monarch spoke; the words with warmth
addreft,

To rigid juftice fteel'd his brother's breast.
Fierce from his knees the hapless chief he thrust;
The monarch's javelin-ftretch'd him in the duft,
Then preffing with his foot his panting heart,
Forth from the flain he tugg'd the reeking dart.
Old Neftor faw, and rouz'd the warriors' rage!
Thus, heroes! thus the vigorous combat wage!
No fon of Mars defcend, for fervile gains,
To touch the booty, while a foe remains.
Behold yon glittering hoft, your future spoil!
Firft gain the conqueft, then reward the toil.

And now had Greece eternal fame acquir'd,
And frighten'd Troy within her walls retir'd;
Had not fage Helenus her ftate redreft,
Taught by the Gods that mov'd his facred breaft.
Where Hector ftood, with great Æneas join'd,
The feer reveal'd the counfels of his mind:

Ye generous chiefs! on whom th' immortals lay
The cares and glories of this doubtful day;
On whom your aids, your country's hopes depend;
Wife to confult, and active to defend !
Here, at your gates, your brave efforts unite,
Turn back the routed, and forbid the flight;
Ere yet their wives' foft arms the cowards gain,
The sport and infult of the hostile train.
When your commands have hearten'd every band,
Ourselves, here fix'd, will make the dangerous ftand;
Preft as we are, and fore of former fight,
Thefe ftraits demand our laft remains of might.
Mean while, thou Hector to the town retire,
And teach our mother what the Gods require:
Direct the queen to lead th' assembled train
Of Troy's chief matrons to Minerva's fane;
Unbar the facred gates, and leek the power
With offer'd vows, in Ilion's topmost tower.
The largest mantle her rich wardrobes hold,
Moft priz'd for art, and labour'd o'er with gold.
Before the Goddefs' honour'd knees he fpread:
And twelve young heifers to her altar led:
If fo the power, aton'd by fervent praver,
Our wives, our infants, and our city spare,
And far avert Tydides wasteful ire,

That mows whole troops, and makes all Troy re-
Not thus Achilles taught our hofts to dread, [tire,
Sprung though he was from more than mortal bed;
Not thus refiftiefs rui'd the ftream of fight,"
In rage unbounded, and unmatch'd in might.

Hector obedient heard; and with a bound,
Leap'd from his trembling chariot to the ground;
Through all his host, infpiring force, he flies,
And bids the thunder of the battle rife.
With rage recruited the bold Trojans glow,
And turn the tide of conflict on the fos:

Fierce in the front he shakes two dazling spears: All Greece recedes, and 'midft her triumphs fears; Some God, they thought, who rul'd the fate of

wars,

Shot down avenging from the vault of stars.

Then thus, aloud: Ye dauntless Dardans, hear!
And you whom diftant nations send to war!
Be mindful of the ftrength your fathers bore;
Be ftill yourselves, and Hector asks no more.
One bour demands me in the Trojan wall,
To bid our altars flame, and victims fall;
Nor fhall, I truft, the matrons holy train
And reverend elders, feek the Gods in vain.

This faid, with ample strides the hero past;
The fhield's large orb behind his shoulder caft,
His neck o'erfhading, to his ankle hung;
And as he march'd, the brazen buckler rung.
Now paus'd the battle (godlike Hector gone)
When daring Glaucus and great Tydeus' fon
Between both armies met: the chiefs from far
Obferv'd each other, and had mark'd for war.
Near as they drew, Tydides thus began:

What art thou, boldeft of the race of man?
Our eyes, till now, that aspect ne'er beheld.
Where fame is reap'd amid th' embattled field;
Yet far before the troops thou dar'ft appear,
And meet a lance the fierceft heroes fear.
Unhappy they, and born of luckless fires.
Who tempt our fury when Minerva fires!
But if from heaven, celestial, thou descend;
Know, with Immortals we no more contend.
Not long Lycurgus view'd the golden light,
That daring man who mix'd with Gods in fight
Bacchus, and Bacchus' votaries, he drove,
With brandish'd fteel from Nyffa's facred grove :
Their confecrated fpears lay fcatter'd round,
With curling vines and twisted ivy bound;
While Bacchus headlong fought the briny flood,
And Thetis' arm receiv'd the trembling God.
Nor fail'd the crime th' immortals' wrath to move,
(Th' immortals bleft with endless ease above)
Depriv'd of fight by their avenging doom
Cheerless he breath'd, and wander'd in the gloom:
Then funk unpity'd to the dire abodes,
A wretch accurft, and hated by the Gods!
I brave not heaven: but if the fruits of earth
Suftain thy life, and human be thy birth;
Bold as thou art, too prodigal of breath,
Approach, and enter the dark gates of death.

What, or from whence I am, or who my fire, (Reply'd the chief) can Tydeus' fon inquire? Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall fucceffive and fucceffive rife: So generations in their courfe decay; So flourish these, when those are paft away." Eut if thou ftill perfift to fearch my birth, Then hear a tale that fills the spacious earth. A city ftands on Argos' utmost bound, (Argos the fair, for warlike fteeds renown'd) Eolian Sifyphus, with wifdom blest, In ancient time the happy walls poffeft, Then call'd Ephyre: Glaucus was his fon; Great Glaucus, father of Bellerophon, Who o'er the fons of men in beauty fhin'd, Lov'd for that valour which preferves mankind.

Then mighty Prætus Argos' fceptres (way'd,
Whofe hard command Bellerophon obey'd.
With direful jealousy the monarch rag'd,
And the brave prince in numerous toils engag’d.
For him Antæa burn'd with lawless flame,
And strove to tempt him from the paths of fame :
In vain the tempted the relentless youth,
Endued with wisdom, facred fear, and truth.
Fir'd at his fcorn the queen to Prætus fled,
And begg'd revenge for her infulted bed:
Incens❜d he heard, refolving on his fate;
But hofpitable laws reftrain'd his hate:
To Lycia the devoted youth he sent,
With tablets feal'd, that told his dire intent.
Now, bleft by every power who guards the good,'
The chief arriv'd at Xanthus' filver flood:
There Lycia's monarch paid him honours due,
Nine days he feafted, and nine bulls he flew.
But when the tenth bright morning orient glow'd,
The faithful youth his monarch's mandate thow'd:
The fatal tablets, till that inftant feal'd,
The deathful fecret to the king reveal'd,
First, dire Chimæra's conqueft was enjoin'd,
A mingled monster, of no mortal kind;
Behind a dragon's fiery tail was spread;
A goat's rough body bore a lion's head;
Her pitchy noftrils flaky flames expire;
Her gaping throat emits infernal fire.

This peft he flaughter'd (for he read the skies,
And trufted Heaven's informing prodigies)
Then met in arms the Solymæan crew,
(Fierceft of men) and thofe the warrior flew.
Next the bold Amazon's whole force defy'd;
And conquer'd ftill, for heaven was on his fide.

Nor ended here his toils: his Lycian foes At his return, a treacherous ambush rofe, With levell'd spears along the winding shore; There fell they breathlefs, and return'd no more.

At length the monarch with repentant grief
Confefs'd the Gods, and God defcended chief;
His daughter gave, the ftranger to detain,
With half the honours of his ample reign:
The Lycians grant a chofen space of ground,
With woods, with vineyards, and with harvests
crown'd,

There long the chief his happy lot poffefs'd.
With two brave fons and one fair daughter blefs'd;
(Fair even in heavenly eyes; her fruitful love
Crown'd with Sarpedon's birth th' embrace of
But when at last, diftracted in his mind,
Forfook by heaven, forsaking human kind,
Wide o'er th' Alein field he chose to stray,
A long, forlorn, uncomfortable way!

[Jove

Woes heap'd on woes confum'd his wafted heart;
His beauteous daughter fell by Phoebe's dart ;,
His eldest born by raging Mars was slain,
In combat on the Solyman plain.
Hippolochus furviv'd; from him I came,
The honour'd author of my birth and name;
By his decree I fought the Trojan town,
By his inftructions learn to win renown,
To ftand the first in worth as in command,
To add new honours to my native land,
Before my eyes my mighty fires to place,
And emulate the glories of our race.

He spoke, and transport fill'd Tydides' heart; In earth the generous warrior fix'd his dart,