Part 7 (1/2)

As fro in heaps on heaps the driving bees, Rolling and blackening, swar swarms, With deeper murmurs and more hoarse alarms; Dusky they spread, a close e cloud(81) So, frothen'd train Spreads all the beach, and wide o'ershades the plain: Along the region runs a deafening sound; Beneath their footsteps groans the treer of Jove, And shi+ning soars, and claps her wings above

Nine sacred heralds now, proclai crowd

Soon as the throngs in order ranged appear, And fainter ure raised: High in his hand the golden sceptre blazed; The golden sceptre, of celestial flame, By Vulcan form'd, froift resign'd; The ireat Pelops left behind, In Atreus' hand, which not with Atreus ends, To rich Thyestes next the prize descends; And now the os, and controls thereclined, And artful thus pronounced the speech design'd: ”Ye sons of Mars, partake your leader's care, Heroes of Greece, and brothers of the war!

Of partial Jove with justice I complain, And heavenly oracles believed in vain A safe return was promised to our toils, Renown'd, triuht alone can save the host, Our blood, our treasure, and our glory lost

So Jove decrees, resistless lord of all!

At whose command whole empires rise or fall: He shakes the feeble props of human trust, And towns and armies hue, Oh, lasting shareat in arrow, Repulsed and baffled by a feeble foe

So small their nueneral feast, All rank'd by tens, whole decades when they dine Must want a Trojan slave to pour the wine(84) But other forces have our hopes o'erthrown, And Troy prevails by arhty Jove are run, Since first the labours of this war begun: Our cordage torn, decay'd our vessels lie, And scarce insure the wretched power to fly

Haste, then, for ever leave the Trojan wall!

Our weeping wives, our tender children call: Love, duty, safety, summon us away, 'Tis nature's voice, and nature we obey, Our shatter'd barks lorious, to our native shore

Fly, Grecians, fly, your sails and oars employ, And drean unknown, the hosts approve Atrides' speech The hty numbers move

So roll the billows to the Icarian shore, Froin to roar, Burst their darksurface of the ruffled deep

And as on corn estern gusts descend,(85) Before the blast the lofty harvests bend: Thus o'er the field thespears

The gatheringfeet Beat the loose sands, and thicken to the fleet; With long-resounding cries they urge the train To fit the shi+ps, and launch into the main

They toil, they sweat, thick clouds of dust arise, The doubling clamours echo to the skies

E'en then the Greeks had left the hostile plain, And fate decreed the fall of Troy in vain; But Jove's i thus bespoke the blue-eyed race!

And leave unpunish'd this perfidious race?

Shall Troy, shall Priam, and the adulterous spouse, In peace enjoy the fruits of broken vows?

And bravest chiefs, in Helen's quarrel slain, Lie unrevenged on yon detested plain?

No: let ent shi+ne in brazen ar host detain, Nor let one sail be hoisted on the ht Swift to the shi+ps precipitates her flight

Ulysses, first in public cares, she found, For prudent counsel like the Gods renown'd: Oppress'd with generous grief the hero stood, Nor drew his sable vessels to the flood

”And is it thus, divine Laertes' son, Thus fly the Greeks (the race, And fame eternal leave to Priam's race?

Shall beauteous Helen still reed, a thousand heroes bleed!

Haste, generous Ithacus! prevent the shame, Recall your armies, and your chiefs reclaim

Your own resistless eloquence employ, And to the immortals trust the fall of Troy”

The voice divine confess'd the warlikefirst Atrides, from his hand Received the iraced, attention and respect to gain, He runs, he flies through all the Grecian train; Each prince of name, or chief in arms approved, He fired with praise, or with persuasion th and wisdom bless'd, By brave examples should confirm the rest

The e, but resents our fears

The unwary Greeks his furyin secret council spoke

Jove loves our chief, fros, Beware! for dreadful is the wrath of kings”

But if a clamorous vile plebeian rose, Him with reproof he check'd or tamed with blows

”Be still, thou slave, and to thy betters yield; Unknown alike in council and in field!

Ye Gods, what dastards would our host command!

Swept to the war, the lumber of a land

Be silent, wretch, and think not here allow'd That worst of tyrants, an usurping crowd