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Urge those who stand ; and those who faint, excite; Drown Hector's vaunts in loud exhorts of fight; Conqueft, not safety, fill the thoughts of all;
325 Seek not your feet, but sally from the wall; So Jove once more may drive their routed train, And Troy lie trembling in her walls again.
Their ardour kindles all the Grecian powers ; And now the stones descend in heavier showers. 330 As when high Jove his tharp artillery forms, And
opes his cloudy magazine of storms; In winter's bleak, uncomfortable reign, A snowy inundation hides the plain ; He stills the winds, and bids the fkies to seep; 335 Then pours the filent tempeft, thick and deep: And first the mountain-tops are cover'd o'er, Then the green fields, and then the fandy More; Bent with the weight the nodding woods are seen, And one bright walte hides all the works of men: 340 The circling seas alone, absorbing all, Drink the diffolving fleeces as they fall. So from each side increas'd the stony rain, And the white ruin rises o'er the plain.
Thus god-like Hector and his troops contend 345 To force the ramparts, and the gates to rend;
Nor Troy could conquer, nor the Greeks would yield,
350 In arms he fhines, conspicuous from afar, And bears aloft his ample shield in air;
Within whose orb the thick bull-hides were rollid,
355 Majestic moves along, and leads his Lycian bands.
So, press’d with hunger, from the mountain's brow
Refolv'd alike, divine Sarpedon glows 3hs
Why boast we, Glaucus ! our extended reign,
That when with wondering eyes our martial bands.
He said; his words the listening chief inspire With equal warmth, and rouze the warriour's fire; The troops pursue their leaders with delight, Ruth to the foe, and claim the promis'd fight. 400 Menestheus from on high the storm beheld Threatening the fort, and blackening in the field : Around the walls he gaz’d, to view from far What aid appear’d t'avert th' approaching war, And saw where Teucer with th' Ajaces stood, 405 Of fight insatiate, prodigal of blood. In vain he calls; the din of helms and Thields Rings to the skies, and echoes through the fields, The brazen hinges fly, the walls resound, Heaven trembles, roar the mountains, thunders all the ground.
410 Then thus to Thoös ;-Hence with speed (he faid) And urge the bold Ajaces to our aid;
Their strength, united, best may help to bear
420 Swift as the word, the herald speeds along The lofty ramparts, through the martial throng ; And finds the heroes bath'd in sweat and gore, Oppos'd in combat on the dusty shore. Ye valiant leaders of our warlike bands !
425 Your aid (said Thoös) Peleus' son demands, Your strength, united, best may help to bear The bloody labours of the doubtful war : Thither the Lycian princes bend their course, The best and bravest of the hostile force.
430 But if too fiercely here the foes contend, At least, let Telamon those towers defend, And Teucer haste with his unerring bowg, To Mare the danger, and repel the foe.
Straight to the fort great Ajax turn'd his care, 435 And thus bespoke his brothers of the war : Now, valiant Lycomede! exert your might, And, brave Oïleus, prove your force in fight : To you I trust the fortune of the field, Till by this arm the foe shall be repelld;
440 That done, expect me to complete the day. Then, with his seven-fold shield, he strode awaya B. b 2
With equal steps bold Teucer press’d the shore,
High on the walls appear’d the Lycian powers, 445
455 Could heave th’unwieldy burthen from the plain. He pois’d, and fwung it round; then, toss'd on high, It flew with force, and labour'd up the sky; Full on the Lycian's helmet thundering down, The ponderous ruin crush'd his bat er'd crown. 460 As skilful divers from some airy steep, Headlong defcend, and Moot into the deep, So falls Epicles; then in groans expires, And murmuring to the shades the soul retires.
While to the ramparts daring Glaucus drew, 465 From Teucer's hand a winged arrow flew ; The bearded shaft the destin'd passage found, And on his naked arm inflicts a wound. The chief, who fear’d some foe's insulting boast Might stop the progress of his warlike hoft,
470 Conceal'd the wound, and, leaping from his height, Retir'd reluctant from th' unfinish'd fight.