If Fate resists, or if our arms are slow,
If gods above prevent, or men below.'

To him the king- How much thy years excel In arts of counsel, and in speaking well! O would the gods, in love to Greece, decree But ten such sages as they grant in thee; Such wisdom soon should Priam's force destroy, And soon should fall the haughty towers of Troy ! But Jove forbids, who plunges those he hates In fierce contention and in vain debates; Now great Achilles from our aid withdraws, By me provoked; a captive maid the cause: If e'er as friends we join, the Trojan wall Must shake, and heavy will the vengeance fall! But now, ye warriors, take a short repast; And, well refresh'd, to bloody conflict haste. His sharpen'd spear let every Grecian wield, And every Grecian fix his brazen shield; Let all excite the fiery steeds of war, And all for combat fit the rattling car. This day, this dreadful day, let each contend; No rest, no respite, till the shades descend; Till darkness, or till death, shall cover all, Let the war bleed, and let the mighty fall; Till bathed in sweat be every manly breast, With the huge shield each brawny arm depress'd, Each aching nerve refuse the lance to throw, And each spent courser at the chariot blow. Who dares, inglorious, in his ships to stay, Who dares to tremble on this signal day; That wretch, too mean to fall by martial power, The birds shall mangle, and the dogs devour.' The monarch spoke; and straight a murmur rose, Loud as the surges when the tempest blows,

That dash'd on broken rocks tumultuous roar,
And foam and thunder on the stony shore.
Straight to the tents the troops dispersing bend,
The fires are kindled, and the smokes ascend;
With hasty feasts they sacrifice, and pray
To' avert the dangers of the doubtful day.
A steer of five years' age, large limb'd, and fed,
To Jove's high altars Agamemnon led :
There bade the noblest of the Grecian peers;
And Nestor first, as most advanced in years.
Next came Idomeneus, and Tydeus' son,
Ajax the less, and Ajax Telamon;

Then wise Ulysses in his rank was placed;
And Menelaüs came, unbid, the last.

The chiefs surround the destined beast, and take
The sacred offering of the salted cake:

When thus the king prefers his solemn prayer;

O thou! whose thunder rends the clouded air, Who in the heaven of heavens hast fix'd thy throne,

Supreme of gods! unbounded, and alone!
Hear! and before the burning Sun descends,
Before the night her gloomy veil extends,
Low in the dust be laid yon hostile spires,
Be Priam's palace sunk in Grecian fires,
In Hector's breast be plunged the shining sword,
And slaughter'd heroes groan around their lord!'
Thus pray'd the chief: his unavailing prayer
Great Jove refused, and toss'd in empty air:
The god averse, while yet the fumes arose,
Prepared new toils, and doubled woes on woes.
Their prayers perform'd, the chiefs the rite pursue,
The barley sprinkled, and the victim slew.
The limbs they sever from the' enclosing hide,
The thighs, selected to the gods, divide.

On these, in double cauls involved with art,
The choicest morsels lie from every part.
From the cleft wood the crackling flames aspire,
While the fat victims feed the sacred fire.
The thighs thus sacrificed, and entrails dress'd,
The' assistants part, transfix, and roast the rest;
Then spread the tables, the repast prepare,
Each takes his seat, and each receives his share.
Soon as the rage of hunger was suppress'd,
The generous Nestor thus the prince address'd-

'Now bid thy heralds sound the loud alarms, And call the squadrons sheathed in brazen arms; Now seize the' occasion, now the troops survey, And lead to war when Heaven directs the way.'

He said the monarch issued his commands; Straight the loud heralds call the gathering bands. The chiefs enclose their king; the hosts divide In tribes and nations rank'd on either side. High in the midst the blue-eyed virgin flies; From rank to rank she darts her ardent eyes: The dreadful ægis, Jove's immortal shield, Blazed on her arm, and lighten'd all the field: Round the vast orb an hundred serpents roll'd, Form'd the bright fringe, and seem'd to burn in gold. With this each Grecian's manly breast she warms, Swells their bold hearts, and strings their nervous No more they sigh, inglorious, to return, [arms, But breathe revenge, and for the combat burn.

As on some mountain, through the lofty grove, The crackling flames ascend, and blaze above; The fires expanding, as the winds arise,

Shoot their long beams, and kindle half the skies; So from the polish'd arms, and brazen shields, A gleamy splendour flash'd along the fields.

Not less their number than the' embodied cranes, Or milk-white swans in Asius' watery plains, That o'er the windings of Cäyster's springs

Stretch their long necks, and clap their rustling
Now tower aloft, and course in airy rounds, [wings,
Now light with noise; with noise the field re-
sounds.

Thus numerous and confused, extending wide,
The legions crowd Scamander's flowery side;
With rushing troops the plains are cover'd o'er,
And thundering footsteps shake the sounding
Along the river's level meads they stand, [shore.
Thick as in spring the flowers adorn the land,
Or leaves the trees; or thick as insects play,
The wandering nation of a summer's day;
That, drawn by milky steams, at evening hours,
In gather'd swarms surround the rural bowers;
From pail to pail with busy murmur run
The gilded legions, glittering in the sun.
So throng'd, so close, the Grecian squadrons stood
In radiant arms, and thirst for Trojan blood.
Each leader now his scatter'd force conjoins,
In close array, and forms the deepening lines.
Not with more ease, the skilful shepherd-swain
Collects his flocks from thousands on the plain.
The king of kings, majestically tall,

Towers o'er his armies, and outshines them all :
Like some proud bull, that round the pastures leads
His subject herds, the monarch of the meads.
Great as the gods, the' exalted chief was seen,
His strength like Neptune, and like Mars his mien;
Jove o'er his eyes celestial glories spread,
And dawning conquests play'd around his head.
Say, virgins, seated round the throne divine,
All-knowing goddesses! immortal Nine!

Since earth's wide regions, heaven's unmeasured height,

And hell's abyss, hide nothing from your sight,
(We, wretched mortals! lost in doubts below,
But guess by rumour, and but boast we know)
O say what heroes, fired by thirst of fame,
Or urged by wrongs, to Troy's destruction came?
To count them all, demands a thousand tongues,
A throat of brass, and adamantine lungs.
Daughters of Jove, assist! inspired by you
The mighty labour dauntless I pursue; [bring,
What crowded armies, from what climes they
Their names, their numbers, and their chiefs I sing.

THE CATALOGUE OF THE SHIPS.

THE hardy warriors whom Bœotia bred,
Penelius, Leitus, Prothoënor, led:
With these Arcesilaus and Clonius stand,
Equal in arms, and equal in command.
These head the troops that rocky Aulis yields,
And Eteon's hills, and Hyrie's watery fields,
And Schoenus, Scholos, Græa near the main,
And Mycalessia's ample piny plain :
Those who in Peteon or Ilesion dwell,
Or Harma where Apollo's prophet fell;
Heleon and Hylè, which the springs o'erflow;
And Medeon lofty, and Ocalea low;
Or in the meads of Haliartus stray,
Or Thespia sacred to the god of day:
Onchestus, Neptune's celebrated groves;
Cope, and Thisbè, famed for silver doves:
For flocks Erythræ, Glissa for the vine;
Platea green, and Nysa the divine :