Do you, my friend, assume these arms divine ; Still from his hand th’immortal weapon few; The mortal and interior shall be mine."

And ev'ry flight an armed warrior slew, Atrides thus ; and Diomed reply'd :

Andremon first, beneath his mighty hand, " To Hear'n obedience must not be deny'd; Of life bereft, lay stretch'd upon the sand. Else you yourself th' immortal arms should Pherecvdes gigantic press'd the plain ; wield,

And valiant Tereus sunk amid the slain. And I with these attend you on the field. Warriors to these of vnlgar names succeed; But of the pow'rs above, whose sov'reign sway And all his path is mark'd with heaps of dead. The fates of men and mortal things obey, As when suin- woodman, by incessant strokes, Pallas, with surest vengeance, still pursues Bestrews a mountain with its falling oaks; Such as obedience to her will refuse." [bound, Fells the thick planes, the hawthorn's fou'ry He said; and straight his shining arins un

The casque, the mail, the buckler's weighty round; The poplar fair by passing currents fed,
With secret joy th' immortal helmet took : The laurel with unfading verdure crown'd;
High on its crest the waving plumage shook. Heaps rollid on heaps, the forest sinks around :
This whosoever wears, his sharpen's eyes So spreads the slaughter as the chief proceeds;
All dangers mock of ambush and surprise ; At ev'ry struke an armed warrior bleeds.
Their ray unquench'd, the midnight shade di- | Atrides combats by the hero's side,

To share his glory and the toil divide :
No cunning covers, and no darkness hides. Unmov'd amidst the hostile ranks they go;
The breast-plate next he takes, whose matchless Before them far retreats the routed foe.

And now the Spartau host appear'd in sight,
Firm courage fixes in the bounding heart; By toil subdu'd and ling'ring in the fight.
The rage of war unmov'd the wearer braves, Their valiant leader saw, and rais'd his voice,
And rides serene amid the stormy waves : Loud as the silver trumpet's martial noise,
The glittring mail a starry baldric bound, With hopes of victory his bands to cheer;
His arm sustain'd the buckler's weighty round; It swiftly few : the distant Spartans hear
Impenetrably strong, its orb can bear

With glad surprise. Polyctes thus addrest, And turn, like softest lead, the pointed spear ; And rous'd the languid valour of the rest. Nor yields to aught, in Earth or Heav'n above, “Myceneans ! Spartans ! taught to seek renown But the dread thunder of almighty Jove. From dangers greatly brav'd, and battles won; Th’ immortal spear the hero last did wield, With sorrow and regret I see you yield, Which fixes conquest, and decides a field; And Thebes victorious drive you from the field. Nor strength oor numbers can its rage withstand, Atrides calls us; to his aid repair: Sent by a mortal or immortal hand.

No foe subdues you but your own despair. Tinus arı'd to meet the foe Tydides mov'd, He yet survives, beset with hostile bands, And glory'd conscious of his might improv'd; And, from your valour, present aid demands." Like the proud sleed rejoicing in his force, He said. The rigour of the shock returns; When the shrill trumpet wakes him to the The slaughter rages, and the combat burns. course ;

As when a reaping train their sickles wield, Fierce and impatient of restraint, he strains Where yellow harvest loads some fruitful field; With stiffen'd neck against the galling reins. The master's heart, with secret joy, o'erflows; Taller he seem'd; as when the morning spread, He prompts the work, and counts the length'ning With golden lustre, crowns some mountain's head

So 'midst the war, the pow'r of battles stood, In early spring; when, from the meads below, Pleas'd with the carnage and the streams of A wreath of vapours binds his rocky brow;

blood. lo cloudy volumes settliug as they rise,

Elpenor first lay lifeless on the plain, They lift the lofty prospect to the skies:

By stern Plexippus with a jav'lin slain,
So is immortal arms the chief appeard,

A grief to Thebes. Euryalus the bold,
His stature broad display'd, and higher rear'd. Rich in his flocks and rich in sums of gold,

Now from the field approaching to the grove,' Beneath the arm of Aristæus fell ;
Embattl'd thick, the Theban warriors move ; Loud rung wis silver arms with echoing knell:
Slowly they move, as swains with doubtful steps And like some flow'r, wliose painted foliage fair
Approach the thicket where a lion sleeps. With fragrant breath perfumes the vernal air,
Tydides saw; and, rushing from the shade, If the rude scythe its tender root invades,
The Spartan call'd, and to the combat led, It falls dishonour'd and its lustre fades,
Unaw'd the hero met the hostile band;

Thus fell Euryalus; whose matchless grace,
Nor could united force his rago withstand. In youth's full bloom, surpass'd the human race;
They wheeld aloof; as when a dragon springs For Cyvthius only could with him compare,
From his dark dei, and rears his pointed wings In comely features, shape, and flowing hair.
against approaching swains, when summer burns, Now o'er the fields the rage of war is spread;
And the fresh lakes to parched deserts turns ; And heaps on heaps ascend the hills of dead.
They fly dispers’d, nor tempt his fatal ire, Ranks meeting ranks oppose with equal rage:
His wrath-swoln neck and eyes of living fire : As when the north and stormy south engage,
So fled the Thebans, nor escap'd by flight. Beneath their strife the troubled ocean roars;
Amid their squadrons, like a faulcon light, And rushing waves o'erwhelm the rocky shures;
The hero sprung; who, stooping from the skies, So rag'd the fight; when bursting from a crowd
Tue featber'd race disperses as die fies. Of tnick op.ping fues, the princes stood


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Between the hosts. And thus th’ Etolian Jord: To combat rush'd. “ Spartans ! behold your valiant chief restor’d;

But, from his throne above Ye owe his safety to Minerva's care ;

Declin'd, the all-surveying eye of Jove Let hecatombs your gratitude declare,

His progress mark d. The herald pow'r, who brings Soon as from Thebes you reach your native His sov’reign mandates on immortal wings, ground,

He thus address'd:“To yonder sphere descend; Where flocks and herds for sacrifice abound; Bid Phoebus straight his ev'ning charge attend : Now fight and conquer; let this signal day For, with reverted eye, he views the war, Your redious toils, with victory, repay ;

And checks the progress of his downward car. And, for Hegialus, let thousands dead

Let him not linger in th' ethereal way, With ample vengeance gratify his shade." But lash his steeds, and straight conclude the day; As thus the heru spoke, the warriors heard, Por, if the gods descend not to her ajd, And bope rekindling throngh the host appear'd; Or ev’oing interpose with friendly shade, With joyful shouts they rent the trembling air, Thebes now must perish : and the doom of fate, And bless'd the gods, and own's Minerva's care. Anticipated, have an earlier date

Now, tow'ring in the midst, Atrides stood, Than fate ordains; for, like devouring flame, And call'd his warriors to the fight aloud ; Tydides threatens all the Theban name; As mariners with joy the Sun descry,

Irnmortal arms his native force improve, Ascending, in his course, the eastern sky; Conferrd by Pallas, partial in her love. Who all night long, by angry tempests tost, These to retrieve must be your next essay; Shunn'd with incessant toil some faithless coast; win them by art, and hither straight convey: So to his wishing friends Atrides came;

For man with man an equal war shall wage, Their danger such before, their joy the same. Nor with immurtal weapons arm his rage.” Again the rigour of the shock returns;

He said. And Maia's son, with speed, adThe slaughter rages and the combat burns;

drest With thirst of vengeance ev'ry bosom glows. His flight to Phæbus horring in the west, Tydides leads, and rushes on his foes ;

Upon a cloud bis winged feet he stay'd; Around his head a ray of lightning shone And thus the mandates of his sire convey'd. From the smooth helmet and the glitt'ring cone; “ Ruler of light! let now thy car descend, Like that by ight which streams with fiery And silent night her peaceful shade extend, glare,

Else Thebes must perish; and the doom of fate, When some red meteor glides along the air, Anticipated, have an earlier date Sent by the angry gyds with tainted breath, Than fate decrees : for, like devouring flame, To sow the seeds of pestilence and death :

Tydides threatens all the Theban pame; From look to look infectious terrour spreads; Immortal arms his native force iinprove, And ev'ry wretch th'impending vengeance dreads. Conferr'd by Pallas, partial in her love.”.

Before the chief the Theban bands retire, The son of Maja thus. The god obey'd ; As shepherd swains avoid the lion's ire.

The sounding lash upon bis steeds he lay'd. Clytander only by the fates impellid,

Swift to the goal with winged feet they flew ; Oppos'd him single and disdain'd to yield; The night ascending as the day withdrew. Lycaon's sou ; deceiv'd by glory's charms,

To Thebes the herald next pursu'd his way; Superior might he brav'd and matchless arms. Shot like a meteor with the setting ray. Nor was his brother present by his side,

Behind Tydides in the fight he stay'd ; To share the danger and the cold.vide;

And on his head the potent sceptre lay'd; Himself a youth, and yet hy time unsteeld, Whose magic pow'r on waking sense prevails; Single he met Tydides in the field.

Or, in profoundest sleep, the eye unseals;
Against th’immortal shiele his lance he flung, The struggling ghost unbinds from mortal clay,
Whose hollow orb with deatning clangour rung: And drives it down the dark Tartarean way.
The tow'rs of Thebes ie-echo'd to the sound; Subdu'd the hero stood by pow'rful charms,
The spear repulsid feli blanted on the ground. Till Hermes stript bim of th’immortal arms;
Tydides next th' immortal javälin threw; And, mounting to the starry roofs above,
With force impell’d, it brighieu'd as it few; Dispos'd them in the armoury of Jore.
And pierc'd the Theban helmet near the cone;' And, recollected, thus Tydides spoke: (voke :
benind his ear the starting weapon shone. " Whate'er they give, th' inimortals may re-
Supine the narrior fell, bis spirit sed,

I own their favour; that, of mortal line
And mix'd with heroes in th’Elysian shade. The first, I wore a panoply divine.
To spoil the slain the ardent victor few:

But if the day were lengthen'd to my will,
First from the wound the fixed lance he drew, With light to point my jav'lin where to kill,
The he met loos’d, the costly mail unbound, Thebes now should perish; but the mornivg ray
And shining shield with sculptur'd figures Shall finish what the ev'ning shacies delay."

And now the night began her silont reign; These spoils the hero, in his grateful mind, Ascending, from the deep, th' ethereal plain ; A present for the gen'rous youth design'd; O'er both the hosts she streich'd her ample shade Who still in perilous battle sought his side, 'Their conflict to suspend: the losts obey'd. And profier'd late his warlike steeds to guide. The field no more a noisy scene appears, Fatal the gift, the cause of future woc !

With steeds and chariots throng'd, and glittring But good and ill th' immortals only know.

spears ; The arinour to a vulgar hand consignid,

But still alin silent: like the hoary deep, Again the hero, switter than the wind,

When, in their caves, the angry ten pests skep


Peaceful and smooth it spreads from shore to Por sure no Theban boasts an equal skill, shore,

[fore: With pleasing words, to bend the fixed will." Where storms had rag'd and billows swell'd be- Sooth'd with the friendly praise, the hero said, Such seem'd the field; the martial clangors “ No self-regard shall hold me or dissuade; cease;

The pious charge my inmost thoughts approve." And war tumultuous lulls itself to peace.

He said; and slow thro' yielding crowds they

move; Wbile Thebes on ev'ry side assembled stands,

And supplicates the gods with lifted hands: EPIGONIAD.

“ O grant that wrathful enemies may spare BOOK IV.

These rev'rend heads; nor wrong the silver hair !"

And now they pass'd the lofty gates, and came Asd now the princes of the Theban state

Where slow Ismenus winds his gentle stream ; In conocil sat, assembled in the gate,

Amphion's grove they pass'd, whose umbrage Wbere rows of marble pillars bound the space,

His rural tomb defends on ev'ry side. [wide To judgment sacred in the days of peace.

The scene of fight they reach'd, and spacious And Creon thus, with public cares oppress'd


[shields. And private griefs, the senators address'd.

With mangled slaughter heap'd, and spears and “Princes of Thebes, and valiant aids from far, Under their feet the hollow bucklers sound; Our firm associates in the works of war,

And splinter'il falchions glitter on the ground. Heroes, attend! I shall not now propose

And now the stations of the camp appear, To supplicate, for peace, our haughty fies;

Far as a shaft can wound the flying deer, No peace can grow, no friendship e'er be found,

Thither, amid the wrecks of war, they go When mutual hate has torn so wide a wound. With silent steps; and scape the watchful foe, Yet for a truce of seven days space I plead,

Now full in view before the guards they stand; And fun'ral obsequies to grace the dead.

The priest displays his ensigns in his hand, Nor were it just, that they, who greatly fall

The laurel wreath, the gold bespangled rod From rage of foes to guard their native wall, With stars adorn'd, the symbols of the god. Should want the honours which their merits He thus began : “ Ye Argive warriors, hear! claim,

A peaceful message to your tents we bear: Sepalcbral rites deny'd and fun'ral flame.” A truce is ask'd, till the revolving Sun, Thus as he spoke, parental grief supprest

Seven times from east to west his journey run, His voice, and swell’d within his lab'ring breast. Again ascends; and from the ocean's streams, Silent amidst th'assembled peers he stands,

Crowns the green mountains with his golden And wipes his falling tears with trembling hands; That mutually secure, with pious care, [beams : For great Leopbron, once his country's boast,

Both hosts funereal honours may prepare The glory and the bulwark of ber host,

For ev'ry hero, whom the rage of fight Pie c'd by a foe and lifeless on the plain, Has swept to darkness and the shores of night.” Lay drench'd in gore and mix'd with vulgar slain: Thus, as he spoke, the list’ning warriors heard Silent he stood; the Theban lords around With approbation, and the priest rever'd. His grief partake, in streams of sorrow drown'd; The chief of Salamis, their leader, went Till sage Palantes rose, and to the rest,

Himself to guide them to the royal tent; The monarch seconding, his words addrest. Which shone conspicuous; through the shades "Princes! renown'd for wisdom and for might,

of night Rerer'd in council and approv'd in fight; Its spacious portal pour'd a stream of light. What Creon moves the laws themselves require,

Thither conducted by the chief, they found With obsequies to grace and fun'ral fire The king of men with all his peers around, Each warrior, who in battle bravely falls On thrones with purple spread each royal guest From rage of foes to guard his native walls. In order sat, and shar'd the genial feast. If all approve, and none will sure withstand Silent they enter'd. From his chair of state, What Creon counsels and the laws command, Full in the midst opposed to the gate, Charg‘d with the truce, Apollo's priest shall go The monarch saw; and rising thus exprest. To offer and conclude it with the foe.

The geu'rous dictates of his royal breast. His silver bairs a mild respect may claim,

“My guests, approach! no enemy is near; And great Apollo's ever honor'd name.”

This roof protects you, straight forget your fear. The rest assent. The venerable man,

Ev'n though from yon devoted walls you come, Slow from bis seat arising, thus began : For vengeance mark'd by fate's eternal doom; “ Princes of Thebes! and thou, whose sov'reign | Here in my tent, with safety, you shall rest, hand

And with the princes, share the genial feast. Sways the dread sceptre of supreme command ; You freely then your message may propose', Though well I might this perilous task refuse, When round the board the cheerios vintage And plead my feeble age a just excuse;

flows, Yet nothing shall restrain me, for I go,

Which sooths impatience, and the open'd ear, Pleas'd with the pious charge, to meet the foe. With favour and attention, bends to hear." Willing I go; our bleeding warriors claim

The hero thus. Apollo's priest replies : Sepulchral honours and the fun’ral flame. “ Humane thy manners, and thy words are wise; If all approve, let Clytophon attend;

With thee the nublest gifts the gods have plac'd, With just success our labours thus shall end : And pow'r supreme with equal wisdom grac'd ;


Though oft, by parts, for others they ordain, Struggling in rain, they bore me down the bay,
The arts of sway, the privilege to reign;

Where, anchord near the beach, their vessel lay; In thee their partial favour has combin'd And plac'd me on the deck. With bitter crits, The highest fortune with the greatest mind.” To speeding cales I saw the canvass rise;

As thus the sage reply'd, the princely band The boundless ocean far before me spread;
Bv turns presented each his friendly hand, And from my reach the shores at distance fled.
The sign of peace. For each a sp'endid throne, All day I wept; but when the setting light
Where fring'd with gold the purple cor'ring Petir'd, and yielded to the shades of night,

Sleep stole upon my grief with soft surprise,
The ready waiters, by command, prepar'd; Which care ne'er banish'I long from infant eyes.
There sat the en voys and the banquet shar'd. “Nine days we sail'd; the tenth returning ray
On ev'ry side the sparkling vintage flows, Show'd us Trinacria rising in our way,
The moinentary cure of human woes.

Far in the west; where, with his ev'ning beams, The rage of thirst and hunger thus suppressid, The Sun descending gilds the ocean's streams. To Nestor turning Clytophon address'd.

Thither the sailors ply, and blindly run
“ Illustrious chief! an honour now I'll claim, On hidden dangers which thev ought to shun;
Which not to publish, sure, would merit blame. For whom the gods distinguish by their hate,
Your father's guest, I was; by fortune led, They first confound and then resign to fate.
When from Trinacria's desert shores I Aed All day we sail'd; and with the ev'ning hour,
With ills beset : but, in his friendly land, Which calls the shepherd to his rural bow'r,
His gen'rous heart I prov'd and lib'ral hand, Approach'd the shore. The forests on the land
A grateful mind excites me to reveal

We mark’d, and rivers op'ning from the strand.
His sov'reign bounty, and attempt a tale

Then gladness touch'd my heart; the first I knew Of dear remembrance. But the fond design, Since fate had mix'd me with that lawless crew : Prudence dissenting, warns me to decline; With joy I saw the rising shores appear; For when to public cares your thoughts you bend, And hop'd to find some kind delivärer near; A private story mingled must offend.”

Some gen'rous lord, to whom I might relate, The artful Theban thus. The chief reply'd, Low bending at his knees, my wretched fate. Whose sovoreign mandates all the host obey'd. Vain was the hope; the Cyclopes ne'er know “My honourd guest! proceed; nor aught conceal Compassion, nor to melt at human woe. Which gratitude enjoins you to rereal :

“ Near on the left, and where the parted tides For gen’sous deeds, imprudently supprest, A promontory's rocky height divides, Lie unapplauded in the grateful breast :

A bay they found ; and on the fatal strand And now the feast, short interval of care,

Descending, fix'd their vessel to the land. To vocal symphony unbends the ear;

The valleys straight and mountains they explore, Or sweet discourse, which to the soul conveys And the long windings of the desert shore; Sublimer joys than music's tuneful lays." And find, of sheep and goats, a mingled flock, The monarch thus. The prudent sage sup

Under the shelter of a careru'd rock. press'd

The largest and the best the pirate band His inward joy, and thus the peers address'd : Seiz'd, and prepar'd a banquet on the strande Each chief he strove to gain, but Nestor most, With joy they feasted; while the goblet, crown'd Whose wisdom sway'd the councils of the host. With Mithymnean vintage, flow'd around. “Confed'rate kings ! and thou whose sov'reign Of harın secure they sat; and void of fear hand

To mirth resign'd; nor knew destruction near.
Sways the dread sceptre of supreme command, “Amid then there I meditating sat;
Attend and hearken! since you seek to know, Some god inspir'd me, or the pow'r of fate,
The sad beginnings of a life of woe.

To 'scape their hated hands : and soon I found
In Rhodes my father once dominion claim'd, The wish'd occasion ; when along the ground,
Orsilochus, for deeds of valour fam'd.

Each where he sat, the russians lay supine, The Sporades his sov'reign sceptre own'd, With sleep oppressid and sense-subduing wine; And Carpathus with waving forests crown'd. Softly I rose, and to a lofty grove, His youngest hope I was, and scarce had seen Which shaded all the mountain tops above, The tenth returning summer clothe the green, Ascending, in a rocky cavern lay, When pirates snatch'd me from my native land: Till darkness fied before the morning ray, While with my infant equals on the strand Then from above I saw the pirate band, I play'd, of harm secure, and from the deep In parties, roaming o'er the desert strand; With pleasure saw approach the fatal ship; The mountain goats they drove and fleecy store, Pleas'd with the whiteness of the sails we stood, From all the pastures, crowded to the shore. And the red streamers shining on the flood; Me too by name they callid; and oft, in vain, And fearless saw the hostile galley land,

Explor'd each grove and thicket on the plain; Where from the hills a current seeks the strand. | Wbile from above I saw, with careless eye, They climb'd the rocky beach, and far around, Them searching round and list’ning for reply. Intent on spoil and rapine, view'd the ground; Some to the ship the bleating spoil convey'd; If any herd were near, or fleecy store,

While others to prepare a banquet stay'd, Or lonely mansion on the winding shore.

And call'd their mates: to share with full repast My young companions straight their fear obey. With mirth they came, nor knew it was their I, bold and unsuspecting, dar'd to stay. (toil

last. Me straight they seiz'd; and doom'd to servile “ Then from the rocky summit where I lay, A wretched captive in a foreign soil.

A fuck appearid descending to the bay;



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Which through a narrow valley rush'd along, O let the blood, already shed, atone
Oven and sheep, an undistinguish'd throng. For our provoking guilt, and trespass done!
With these the sloping hills were cover'd o'er, O spare and pity! sure the gods above,
And the long windings of the sandy s'ore.

Who sit around the starry throne of Jove,
Behind a Cyclops came; and by degrees, Are won by pray'r; and he whose matchless
Rose to my view, and tower'd above the trees.

might His giant stature, like a lofty rock,

The solid Earth sustains and starry height, Appear'd : and in his hand a knotted oak Oft spares the guilty ; for his soul approves Of tallest growth; around his shoulder flung Compassion, and the works of mercy loves. His bag enormous, by a cable hung.

Let sov'reign pity touch thy mighty breast; Panting I lay; as when a lurking deer,

And him revere, the greatest and the best; Froza sune close thicket, sees the hunter near. Who pardons oft, but measures grief and pain By dread subdu'd, confounded, and amaz'd, To such as hear the wretched plead in vain.' My fixed eye-balls darkend as I gaz'd.

“ As thus to touch his iron heart they tryd, Soon from above my wretched mates he knew, The Cyclops smiling, scornful thus reply'd : As on the level shore, in open view,

· The praise of mercy well your words proclaim; They sat secure, with flow'ry garlands crown'd; And vengeance mark,though merited, with blaine, The signs of spoil and ravage scatter'd round. Well have you spoken; therefore, from my hand, With indignation, for his wasted flock,

More favour hope than any of your band ; In’a n'l, he thus, like distant thunder, spoke. They, on the desert shore expos'd and bare, " Whoe'er these are, who from their native soil The wolves shall feast and er’ry bird of air; To foreign climates thus, in quest of spoil, But ye, preferr'd above the rest, shall have Licentious roan ; they soon shall feel my hand, This body for your monument and grave.' An rue that e'er they touch'd Trinacria's “ He said, and seizing lifts them both on high, strand."

With hands and feet extended in the sky: As mutt'ring thus, along the craggy road

Then dash'd them thrice against the rocky shore;
He came, the mountain trembled as he trode. Gnaw'd their warm flesh, and drank their streamin-
The wretches saw with horrour and attright;

ing gore.
Each limb enfeebled lost the pow'r of flight. Oft have I seen the havoc of the plain,
Their cries in vain the monster mov'd to spare; The rage of tempests and the stormy main;
His club he rear'd and swung it thrice in air,

But fate, in such a form, re'er met my eves,
Then hurl'd it cross the bay: it swiftly drove And, while I speak, afresh its horruurs rise
O'er the smooth deep, and raz'd the beach To chill my veins : nor can the vary'd state

Of sprightly youth, and middle age sedate,
Threat'ning it rush'd along ; but, bending low, Or life's last stage with all its griets opprest,
Each, where he sat, escap'd the weighty blow. Banish the dire impression from my breast.
Beyond them farit pitch'd upon the land, (sand. For still I see the monster, as he stood,
Tore the green sward, and heav'd a mount of His hairy visage dy'd in human blood :
Now starting from the ground they strove to fly, As the grim lion leaves the wasted plains,
Press'd by despair and strong necessity;

Red from the ravage of the flocksand swains.
The woody summits of the cliffs to gain,

“ With vengeance pleas'd he view'd the shores With fait'ring haste they fled across the plain.

Bat the impending mountains barr'd their flight, And, riding near the beach, our vessel found :
High and projecting from their airy height; Her by the mast he seiz'd: and to the land,
Back from the slipp’ry arch, in heaps, they fall; With all her anchors, dragg'd along the strand.
And with imploring cries for mercy call, Exploring, next the solid deck he tore,
In vain. The monster with gigantic strides, And found, conceal'd below, his fleecy store.
At twenty steps, the spacious bay divides;

With scornful smiles he saw the thett bewray'd ;
Around his knees the whit’ning billows roar,

And sidelong on the beach the galley laid ; And his rude voice like thunder shakes the shore. And call'd his flock : to open light they strain, There thirty youths he slew; against the Through the wide beach, and crowd upon the stones

plain : And ragged cliffs, he dash'd their crackling bones. Still, as they pass'd, his weighty hands he laid Twenty his feet and heavy hands pursue,

On their soft backs, and, stroking gently, said: As to the ocean in despair they flew;

“ Go now, my flock! enjoy the verdant hills, Striving the summit of the beach to gain,

The rivers cool, the sweet refreshing rills,
With headlong course to rush into the main : The meads and shady forests, safe from harm;
For there they hop'd a milder fate to have, Your foes lie crush'd beneath your master's
And less abhorr'd, beneath the whelming wave.
These too he reach'd; and with his weighty The giant thus; and next the hold explord:

(sand. Four jars he found with Lesbian vintage stor’d.
Their fight oppress'd, and mix'd them with the These first he drain'd; then to his lips apply'd
Two yet sorviv'd; who supplicating strove, His flute, which like a quiver by his side,
With humble suit, his barb'rous soul to move. Of size enormous, hung. Its hollow sound
With treinbling knees the sandy beach they The woods repeated and the caves around.

Its music such, as when a stormy gale
And,as they came, the monster thus address'd. Roars through a hollow clitf with hideous peal,

“ ' thou! with whom no mortal can compare Resounding deep, along the level shore ;
For strength resistless, pity now and spare. He play'd, and drove his pasturing fuck before.


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