Part 45 (1/2)

(The ihty sea-God shall obey, Nor dare to act but e point the way

If truth inspires thy tongue, proclaih decree let various Iris know, And call the God that bears the silver bow

Let her descend, and fron: While Phoebus hastes great Hector to prepare To rise afresh, and oncebosoe of death

Greece chased by Troy, even to Achilles' fleet, Shall fall by thousands at the hero's feet

He, not untouch'd with pity, to the plain Shall send Patroclus, but shall send in vain

What youths he slaughters under Ilion's walls!

Even my loved son, divine Sarpedon, falls!

Vanquish'd at last by Hector's lance he lies

Then, nor till then, shall great Achilles rise: And lo! that instant, Godlike Hector dies

Froreat hour the war's whole fortune turns, Pallas assists, and lofty Ilion burns

Not till that day shall Jove relax his rage, Nor one of all the heavenly host engage In aid of Greece The prohty nod, Achilles' glory to the stars to raise; Such was our word, and fate the word obeys”

The treiven) Swift fro th of lands he trod before, Sends forth his active mind from place to place, Joins hill to dale, and measures space with space: So swift flew Juno to the bless'd abodes, If thought of man can match the speed of Gods

There sat the powers in awful synod placed; They bow'd, and h all the brazen dooblets crown'd(239) They hail her queen; the nectar streaolden bowl, And anxious asks what cares disturb her soul?

To whoh thou know'st the tyrant of the skies, Severely bent his purpose to fulfil, Unmoved his mind, and unrestrain'd his will

Go thou, the feasts of heaven attend thy call; Bid the crown'd nectar circle round the hall: But Jove shall thunder through the ethereal dome Such stern decrees, such threaten'd woes to come, As soon shall freeze mankind with dire surprise, And damp the eternal banquets of the skies”

The Goddess said, and sullen took her place; Black horror sadden'd each celestial face

To see the gathering grudge in every breast, Smiles on her lips a spleenful joy express'd; While on her wrinkled front, and eyebrow bent, Sat stedfast care, and lowering discontent

Thus she proceeds--”Attend, ye powers above!

But know, 'tis madness to contest with Jove: Supreme he sits; and sees, in pride of sway

Your vassal Godheads grudgingly obey: Fierce in the majesty of power controls; Shakes all the thrones of heaven, and bends the poles

Subin and show the way

Behold Ascalaphus! behold hih; Thy own loved boasted offspring lies o'erthrown, If that loved boasted offspring be thy own”

Stern Mars, with anguish for his slaughter'd son, Sun: ”Thus then, iivefirst to yon forbidden plain, The God of battles dares avenge the slain; Dares, though the thunder bursting o'eron those heaps of dead”

With that he gives coht To join his rapid coursers for the fight: Then grieance flies; Arh the skies

And now had Jove, by bold rebellion driven, Discharged his wrath on half the host of heaven; But Pallas, springing through the bright abode, Starts from her azure throne to calm the God

Struck for the immortal race with timely fear, From frantic Mars she snatch'd the shi+eld and spear; Then the huge hel from his head, Thus to the impetuous homicide she said:

”By ild passion, furious! art thou toss'd?

Striv'st thou with Jove? thou art already lost

Shall not the Thunderer's dread command restrain, And was imperial Juno heard in vain?

Back to the skies wouldst thou with shauilt involve the host of heaven?

Ilion and Greece no e, The skies would yield an auiltless find an equal fate And one vast ruin whel's death unjust to call; Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall

Why should heaven's laith foolish man comply Exempted from the race ordain'd to die?”