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042:27,000['  ]| <TRANSLATIONS> 
042:27,000['  ]| <THE DESTRUCTION OF TROY> 
042:27,000['  ]| <ARGUMENT> 
042:27,000['  ]| \The first Book speaking of\ A*Eneas \his voyage by$4$ Sea, and how being\ 
042:27,000['  ]| \cast by$4$ tempest upon$4$ the coast of\ Carthage, \he was received by$4$\ 
042:27,000['  ]| \Queen\ Dido, \who$6#1$ after the Feast, desires him to$9$ make the relation of\ 
042:27,000['  ]| \the destruction of\ Troy, \which$6#1$ is the Argument of this Book.\ 
042:27,001['  ]| While all with silence and attention wait, 
042:27,002['  ]| Thus speaks \A*Eneas\ from the bed of State:  
042:27,003[B  ]| Madam, when you command us to$9$ review 
042:27,004[B  ]| Our Fate, you make our old wounds bleed anew 
042:27,005[B  ]| And all those sorrows to$4$ my sense restore, 
042:27,006[B  ]| Whereof none saw so$5#1$ much, none suffered more:  
042:27,007[B  ]| Not the most cruel of Our conquering Foes 
042:27,008[B  ]| So$5#1$ unconcernedly can relate our woes, 
042:27,009[B  ]| As not to$9$ lend a tear, Then how can I 
042:27,010[B  ]| Repress the horror of my thoughts, which$6#1$ fly 
042:27,011[B  ]| The sad remembrance?  Now the expiring night 
042:27,012[B  ]| And the declining Stars to$4$ rest invite; 
042:27,013[B  ]| Yet since it is your command, what you, so$5#1$ well 
042:27,014[B  ]| Are pleased to$9$ hear, I can not grieve to$9$ tell.  
042:27,015[B  ]| By$4$ Fate repelled, and with repulses tired, 
042:27,016[B  ]| The \Greeks\, so$5#1$ many Lives and years expired, 
042:27,017[B  ]| A Fabric like$4$ a moving Mountain frame, 
042:27,018[B  ]| Pretending vows for$4$ their return; This, Fame 
042:27,019[B  ]| Divulges, then within the beast's vast womb 
042:27,020[B  ]| The choice and flower of all their Troops entomb, 
042:27,021[B  ]| In$4$ view the Isle of \Tenedos\, once high 
042:27,022[B  ]| In$4$ fame and wealth, while \Troy\ remained, doth lie, 
042:27,023[B  ]| (Now but an unsecure and open Bay) 
042:27,024[B  ]| Thither by$4$ stealth the \Greeks\ their Fleet convey:  
042:27,025[B  ]| We gave them gone, and to$4$ \Mycena*e\ sailed, 
042:27,026[B  ]| And \Troy\ revived, her mourning face unveiled; 
042:27,027[B  ]| All through the unguarded Gates with joy resort 
042:27,028[B  ]| To$9$ see the slighted Camp, the vacant Port; 
042:27,029[B  ]| Here lay \Ulysses\, there \Achilles\, here 
042:27,030[B  ]| The Battles joined, the Grecian Fleet rode there; 
042:27,031[B  ]| But the vast Pile the amazed vulgar views 
042:27,032[B  ]| Till they their Reason in$4$ their wonder lose; 
042:27,033[B  ]| And first \Tyma*etes\ moves, (urged by$4$ the Power 
042:27,034[B  ]| Of Fate, or Fraud) to$9$ place it in$4$ the Tower, 
042:27,035[B  ]| But \Capis\ and the graver sort thought fit, 
042:27,036[B  ]| The \Greeks\ suspected Present to$9$ commit 
042:27,037[B  ]| To$4$ Seas or Flames, at least to$9$ search and bore 
042:27,038[B  ]| The sides, and what that$6#2$ space contains to$9$ explore; 
042:27,039[B  ]| The uncertain Multitude with both engaged, 
042:27,040[B  ]| Divided stands, till from the Tower, enraged 
042:27,041[B  ]| \Laocoon\ ran, whom all the crowd attends, 
042:27,042[B  ]| Crying, 
042:27,042@c   | what desperate Frenzy is this?  (oh friends) 
042:27,043@c   | To$9$ think them gone?  Judge rather their retreat 
042:27,044@c   | But a design, their gifts but a deceit, 
042:27,045@c   | For$4$ our Destruction it was contrived no$2$ doubt, 
042:27,046@c   | Or from within by$4$ fraud, or from without 
042:27,047@c   | By$4$ force; yet know ye not \Ulysses'\  shifts?  
042:27,048@c   | Their swords less danger carry than their gifts.  
042:27,049[B  ]| (This said) against the Horse's side, his spear 
042:27,050[B  ]| He throws, which$6#1$ trembles with inclosed fear, 
042:27,051[B  ]| Whilst from the hollows of his womb proceed 
042:27,052[B  ]| Groans, not his own; And had not Fate decreed 
042:27,053[B  ]| Our Ruin, We had filled with \Grecian\ blood 
042:27,054[B  ]| The Place, then \Troy\ and \Priam's\ Throne had stood; 
042:27,055[B  ]| Meanwhile a fettered prisoner to$4$ the King 
042:27,056[B  ]| With joyful shouts the \Dardan\ Shepherds bring, 
042:27,057[B  ]| Who$6#1$ to$9$ betray us did himself betray, 
042:27,058[B  ]| At once the Taker, and at once the Prey, 
042:27,059[B  ]| Firmly prepared, of one Event secured, 
042:27,060[B  ]| Or of his Death or his Design assured.  
042:27,061[B  ]| The \Trojan\ Youth about the Captive flock, 
042:27,062[B  ]| To$9$ wonder, or to$9$ pity, or to$9$ mock.  
042:27,063[B  ]| Now hear the \Grecian\ fraud, and from this one 
042:27,064[B  ]| Conjecture all the rest.  
042:27,065[B  ]| Disarmed, disordered, casting round his eyes 
042:27,066[B  ]| On$4$ all the Troops that$6#1$ guarded him, he cries, 
042:27,067@d   | What Land, what Sea, for$4$ me what Fate attends?  
042:27,068@d   | Caught by$4$ my Foes, condemned by$4$ my Friends, 
042:27,069@d   | Incensed \Troy\ a wretched Captive seeks 
042:27,070@d   | To$9$ sacrifice, a Fugitive, the Greeks.  
042:27,071[B  ]| To$4$ Pity, This Complaint our former Rage, 
042:27,072[B  ]| Converts, we now enquire his Parentage, 
042:27,073[B  ]| What of their Councils, or affairs he knew, 
042:27,074[B  ]| Then fearless, he replies, 
042:27,074@d   | Great King to$4$ you 
042:27,075@d   | All truth I shall relate:  Nor first can I 
042:27,076@d   | Myself to$9$ be of \Grecian\ birth deny, 
042:27,077@d   | And though my outward state, misfortune hath 
042:27,078@d   | Depressed thus low, it can not reach my Faith.  
042:27,079@d   | You may by$4$ chance have heard the famous name 
042:27,080@d   | Of \Palimede\, who$6#1$ from old \Belus\ came, 
042:27,081@d   | Whom, but for$4$ voting Peace, the \Greeks\ pursue, 
042:27,082@d   | Accused unjustly, then unjustly slew, 
042:27,083@d   | Yet mourned his death.  My Father was his friend, 
042:27,084@d   | And me to$4$ his commands did recommend, 
042:27,085@d   | While Laws and Councils did his Throne support, 
042:27,086@d   | I but a youth, yet some Esteem and Port 
042:27,087@d   | We then did bear, till by$4$ \Ulysses'\ craft 
042:27,088@d   | (Things known I speak) he was of life bereft:  
042:27,089@d   | Since in$4$ dark sorrow I my days did spend, 
042:27,090@d   | Till now disdaining his unworthy end 
042:27,091@d   | I could not silence my Complaints, but vowed 
042:27,092@d   | Revenge, if ever fate or chance allowed 
042:27,093@d   | My wished return to$4$ \Greece\; from hence his hate, 
042:27,094@d   | From thence my crimes, and all my ills bear date:  
042:27,095@d   | Old guilt fresh malice gives; The people's ears 
042:27,096@d   | He fills with rumors, and their hearts with fears, 
042:27,097@d   | And then the Prophet to$4$ his party drew.  
042:27,098@d   | But why do I these thankless truths pursue; 
042:27,099@d   | Or why defer your Rage?  on$4$ me, for$4$ all 
042:27,100@d   | The \Greeks\, let your revenging fury fall.  
042:27,101@d   | \Ulysses\ this, the \Atrida*e\ this desire 
042:27,102@d   | At any rate.  
042:27,102[B  ]| We straight are set on$4$ fire 
042:27,103[B  ]| (Unpractised in$4$ such Mysteries) to$9$ enquire 
042:27,104[B  ]| The manner and the cause, Which$6#1$ thus he told 
042:27,105[B  ]| With gestures humble, as his Tale was bold.  
042:27,106@d   | Oft have the \Greeks\ (the siege detesting) tired 
042:27,107@d   | With tedious war, a stolen retreat desired, 
042:27,108@d   | And would to$4$ heaven they had gone:  But still dismayed 
042:27,109@d   | By$4$ Seas or Skies, unwillingly they stayed, 
042:27,110@d   | Chiefly when this stupendous Pile was raised 
042:27,111@d   | Strange noises filled the Air, we all amazed 
042:27,112@d   | Dispatch \Eurypilus\ to$9$ enquire our Fates 
042:27,113@d   | Who$6#1$ thus the sentence of the Gods relates, 
042:27,114@d   | A Virgin's slaughter did the storm appease 
042:27,115@d   | When first towards \Troy\ the \Grecians\ took the Seas, 
042:27,116@d   | Their safe retreat another \Grecian's\ blood 
042:27,117@d   | Must purchase; All, at this confounded stood:  
042:27,118@d   | Each thinks himself the Man, the fear on$4$ all 
042:27,119@d   | Of what, the mischief, but on$4$ one can fall:  
042:27,120@d   | Then \Calchas\ (by$4$ \Ulysses\ first inspired) 
042:27,121@d   | Was urged to$9$ name whom the angry Gods required, 
042:27,122@d   | Yet was I warned (for$3$ many were as well 
042:27,123@d   | Inspired as he) and did my fate foretell.  
042:27,124@d   | Ten days the Prophet in$4$ suspense remained, 
042:27,125@d   | Would no$2$ man's fate pronounce; at last constrained 
042:27,126@d   | By$4$ \Ithacus\, he solemnly designed 
042:27,127@d   | Me for$4$ the Sacrifice; the people joined 
042:27,128@d   | In$4$ glad consent, and all their common fear 
042:27,129@d   | Determine in$4$ my fate, the day drew near; 
042:27,130@d   | The sacred Rites prepared, my temples crowned 
042:27,131@d   | With holy wreaths, Then I confess I found 
042:27,132@d   | The means to$4$ my escape, my bonds I brake, 
042:27,133@d   | Fled from my Guards, and in$4$ a muddy Lake 
042:27,134@d   | Amongst the Sedges all the night lay hid, 
042:27,135@d   | Till they their Sails had hoist (if so$5#2$ they did) 
042:27,136@d   | And now alas no$2$ hope remains for$4$ me 
042:27,137@d   | My home, my father, and my sons to$9$ see, 
042:27,138@d   | Whom, they enraged, will$1$ kill for$4$ my Offence, 
042:27,139@d   | And punish for$4$ my guilt their Innocence.  
042:27,140@d   | Those Gods who$6#1$ know the Truths I now relate, 
042:27,141@d   | That$6#2$ faith which$6#1$ yet remains inviolate 
042:27,142@d   | By$4$ mortal men, By$4$ these I beg, redress 
042:27,143[A  ]| My causeless wrongs, and pity such distress.  
042:27,144[B  ]| And now true Pity in$4$ exchange he finds 
042:27,145[B  ]| For$4$ his false Tears, his Tongue, his hands unbinds.  
042:27,146[B  ]| Then spake the King, 
042:27,146@e   | be Ours whoever thou art, 
042:27,147@e   | Forget the \Greeks\.  But first the truth impart, 
042:27,148@e   | Why did they raise, or to$4$ what use intend 
042:27,149@e   | This Pile?  to$4$ a Warlike, or Religious end?  
042:27,150[B  ]| Skilful in$4$ fraud, (his native Art) his hands 
042:27,151[B  ]| Toward heaven he raised, delivered now from bands.  
042:27,152@d   | Ye pure, A*Ethereal flames, ye Powers adored 
042:27,153@d   | By$4$ mortal men, ye Altars, and the sword 
042:27,154@d   | I escaped; ye sacred Fillets that$6#1$ involved 
042:27,155@d   | My destined head, grant I may stand absolved 
042:27,156@d   | From all their Laws and Rites, renounce all name 
042:27,157@d   | Of faith or love, their secret thoughts proclaim; 
042:27,158@d   | Only O \Troy\, preserve thy faith to$4$ me, 
042:27,159@d   | If what I shall relate preserveth thee.  
042:27,160@d   | From \Pallas\ favour, all our hopes, and all 
042:27,161@d   | Counsels, and Actions took Original, 
042:27,162@d   | Till \Diomed\ (for$4$ such attempts made fit 
042:27,163@d   | By$4$ dire conjunction with \Ulysses'\ wit) 
042:27,164@d   | Assails the sacred Tower, the Guards they slay, 
042:27,165@d   | Defile with bloody hands, and thence convey 
042:27,166@d   | The fatal Image; straight with our success 
042:27,167@d   | Our hopes fell back, whilst prodigies express 
042:27,168@d   | Her just disdain, her flaming eyes did throw 
042:27,169@d   | Flashes of lightning, from each part did flow 
042:27,170@d   | A briny sweat, thrice brandishing her spear, 
042:27,171@d   | Her Statue from the ground itself did rear; 
042:27,172@d   | Then, that$3$ we should our Sacrilege restore 
042:27,173@d   | And reconveigh their Gods from \Argos\ shore, 
042:27,174@d   | \Calchas\ persuades, till then we urge in$4$ vain 
042:27,175@d   | The fate of \Troy\.  To$9$ measure back the Main 
042:27,176@d   | They all consent, but to$9$ return again, 
042:27,177@d   | When re-inforced with aids of Gods and men.  
042:27,178@d   | Thus \Calchas\, then instead of that$6#2$, this Pile 
042:27,179@d   | To$4$ \Pallas\ was designed; to$9$ reconcile 
042:27,180@d   | The offended Power, and expiate our guilt, 
042:27,181@d   | To$4$ this vast height and monstrous stature built, 
042:27,182@d   | Lest through your gates received, it might renew 
042:27,183@d   | Your vows to$4$ her, and her Defence to$4$ you.  
042:27,184@d   | But if this sacred gift you disesteem, 
042:27,185@d   | Then cruel Plagues (which$6#1$ heaven divert on$4$ them) 
042:27,186@d   | Shall fall on$4$ \Priam's\ State:  but if the horse 
042:27,187@d   | Your walls ascend, assisted by$4$ your force, 
042:27,188@d   | A League against \Greece\ all \Asia\ shall contract; 
042:27,189@d   | Our Sons then suffering what their Sires would act.  
042:27,190[B  ]| Thus by$4$ his fraud and our own faith overcome, 
042:27,191[B  ]| A feigned tear destroys us, against whom 
042:27,192[B  ]| \Tydides\ nor \Achilles\ could prevail, 
042:27,193[B  ]| Nor ten years conflict, nor a thousand sail.  
042:27,194[B  ]| This seconded by$4$ a most sad Portent 
042:27,195[B  ]| Which$6#1$ credit to$4$ the first imposture lent; 
042:27,196[B  ]| \Laocoon, Neptune's\ Priest, upon$4$ the day 
042:27,197[B  ]| Devoted to$4$ that$6#2$ god, a Bull did slay, 
042:27,198[B  ]| When two prodigious serpents were descried, 
042:27,199[B  ]| Whose circling strokes the Seas smooth face divide; 
042:27,200[B  ]| Above the deep they raise their scaly crests, 
042:27,201[B  ]| And stem the flood with their erected breasts, 
042:27,202[B  ]| Their winding tails advance and steer their course, 
042:27,203[B  ]| And against the shore the breaking Billow force.  
042:27,204[B  ]| Now landing, from their brandished tongues there came 
042:27,205[B  ]| A dreadful hiss, and from their eyes a flame:  
042:27,206[B  ]| Amazed we fly, directly in$4$ a line 
042:27,207[B  ]| \Laocoon\ they pursue, and first entwine 
042:27,208[B  ]| (Each preying upon$4$ one) his tender sons, 
042:27,209[B  ]| Then him, who$6#1$ armed to$4$ their rescue runs, 
042:27,210[B  ]| They seized, and with entangling folds embraced 
042:27,211[B  ]| His neck twice compassing, and twice his waist, 
042:27,212[B  ]| Their poisonous knots he strives to$9$ break, and tear, 
042:27,213[B  ]| Whilst slime and blood his sacred wreaths besmear, 
042:27,214[B  ]| Then loudly roars, as when the enraged Bull 
042:27,215[B  ]| From the Altar flies, and from his wounded skull 
042:27,216[B  ]| Shakes the huge Axe; the conquering serpents fly 
042:27,217[B  ]| To$4$ cruel \Pallas'\ Altar, and there lie 
042:27,218[B  ]| Under her feet, within her shield's extent; 
042:27,219[B  ]| We in$4$ our fears conclude this fate was sent 
042:27,220[B  ]| Justly on$4$ him, who$6#1$ struck the Sacred Oak 
042:27,221[B  ]| With his accursed Lance.  Then to$9$ invoke 
042:27,222[B  ]| The Goddess, and let in$4$ the fatal horse 
042:27,223[B  ]| We all consent:  
042:27,224[B  ]| A spacious breach we make, and \Troy's\ proud wall 
042:27,225[B  ]| Built by$4$ the Gods, by$4$ our own hands doth fall; 
042:27,226[B  ]| Thus, all their help to$4$ their own ruin give, 
042:27,227[B  ]| Some draw with cords, and some the Monster drive 
042:27,228[B  ]| With Rolls and Levers, thus our works it climbs, 
042:27,229[B  ]| Big with our fate, the youth with Songs and Rhimes, 
042:27,230[B  ]| Some dance, some hale the rope; at last let down 
042:27,231[B  ]| It enters with a thundering noise the Town.  
042:27,232[B  ]| O \Troy\ the seat of Gods, in$4$ war renowned; 
042:27,233[B  ]| Three times it stuck, as oft the clashing sound 
042:27,234[B  ]| Of Arms was heard, yet blinded by$4$ the Power 
042:27,235[B  ]| Of Fate, we place it in$4$ the sacred Tower.  
042:27,236[B  ]| \Cassandra\ then foretells the event, but she 
042:27,237[B  ]| Finds no$2$ belief (such was the God's decree.) 
042:27,238[B  ]| The Altars with fresh flowers we crown, and waste 
042:27,239[B  ]| In$4$ Feasts that$6#2$ day, which$6#1$ was (alas) our last.  
042:27,240[B  ]| Now by$4$ the revolution of the Skies, 
042:27,241[B  ]| Night's sable shadows from the Ocean rise, 
042:27,242[B  ]| Which$6#1$ heaven and earth, and the \Greek\ frauds involved, 
042:27,243[B  ]| The City in$4$ secure repose dissolved, 
042:27,244[B  ]| When from the Admiral's high Poop appears 
042:27,245[B  ]| A light, by$4$ which$6#1$ the \Argive\ Squadron Steers 
042:27,246[B  ]| Their silent course to$4$ \Ilium's\ well known Shore, 
042:27,247[B  ]| When \Synon\ (saved by$4$ the God's partial power) 
042:27,248[B  ]| Opens the horse, and through the unlocked doors 
042:27,249[B  ]| To$4$ the free Air the armed freight restores:  
042:27,250[B  ]| \Ulysses, Stenelus, Tysander\ slide 
042:27,251[B  ]| Down by$4$ a Rope, \Machaon\ was their guide; 
042:27,252[B  ]| \Atrides, Pyrrhus, Thoas, Athamas\, 
042:27,253[B  ]| And \Epeus\ who$6#1$ the fraud's contriver was, 
042:27,254[B  ]| The Gates they seize, the Guards with sleep and wine 
042:27,255[B  ]| Oppressed, surprise, and then their forces join.  
042:27,256[B  ]| It was then, when the first sweets of sleep repair 
042:27,257[B  ]| Our bodies spent with toil, our minds with care 
042:27,258[B  ]| (The Gods' best gift) When bathed in$4$ tears and blood 
042:27,259[B  ]| Before my face lamenting \Hector\ stood, 
042:27,260[B  ]| Such his aspect when soiled with bloody dust 
042:27,261[B  ]| Dragged by$4$ the cords which$6#1$ through his feet were thrust 
042:27,262[B  ]| By$4$ his insulting Foe; O how transformed!  
042:27,263[B  ]| How much unlike that$6#2$ \Hector\ who$6#1$ returned 
042:27,264[B  ]| Clad in$4$ \Achilles'\ spoils; when he, among 
042:27,265[B  ]| A thousand ships (like$4$ \Jove\) his Lightning flung; 
042:27,266[B  ]| His horrid Beard and knotted Tresses stood 
042:27,267[B  ]| Still with his gore, and all his wounds ran blood, 
042:27,268[B  ]| Entranced I lay, then (weeping) said, 
042:27,268@b   | The Joy, 
042:27,269@b   | The hope and stay of thy declining \Troy\; 
042:27,270@b   | What Region held thee, whence, so$5#1$ much desired, 
042:27,271@b   | Art thou restored to$4$ us consumed and tired 
042:27,272@b   | With toils and deaths; but what sad cause confounds 
042:27,273@b   | Thy once fair looks, or why appear those wounds?  
042:27,274[B  ]| Regardless of my words, he no$2$ reply 
042:27,275[B  ]| Returns, but with a dreadful groan doth cry, 
042:27,276@f   | Fly from the Flame, O Goddess-born, our walls 
042:27,277@f   | The \Greeks\ possess, and \Troy\ confounded falls 
042:27,278@f   | From all her Glories; if it might have stood 
042:27,279@f   | By$4$ any Power, by$4$ this right hand it should.  
042:27,280@f   | What Man could do, by$4$ me for$4$ \Troy\ was done, 
042:27,281@f   | Take here her Relics and her Gods, to$9$ run 
042:27,282@f   | With them they Fate, with them new Walls expect, 
042:27,283@f   | Which$6#1$, tossed on$4$ Seas, thou shalt at last erect; 
042:27,284[B  ]| Then brings old \Vesta\ from her sacred Quire, 
042:27,285[B  ]| Her holy Wreaths, and her eternal Fire.  
042:27,286[B  ]| Meanwhile the Walls with doubtful cries resound 
042:27,287[B  ]| From far (for$3$ shady coverts did surround 
042:27,288[B  ]| My Father's house) approaching still more near 
042:27,289[B  ]| The clash of Arms, and voice of men we hear:  
042:27,290[B  ]| Roused from my Bed, I speedily ascend 
042:27,291[B  ]| The house's top, and listening there attend, 
042:27,292[B  ]| As flames rolled by$4$ the wind's conspiring force, 
042:27,293[B  ]| Over full-eared Corn, or Torrent's raging course 
042:27,294[B  ]| Bears down the opposing Oaks, the fields destroys 
042:27,295[B  ]| And mocks the Plough-man's toil, the unlooked*for noise 
042:27,296[B  ]| From neighbouring hills, the amazed Shepherd hears; 
042:27,297[B  ]| Such my surprise, and such their rage appears, 
042:27,298[B  ]| First fell thy house \Ucalegon\, then thine 
042:27,299[B  ]| \Deiphobus, Siga*ean\ Seas did shine 
042:27,300[B  ]| Bright with \Troy's\ flames, the Trumpets' dreadful sound, 
042:27,301[B  ]| The louder groans of dying men confound.  
042:27,302@b   | Give me my arms, 
042:27,302[B  ]| I cried, resolved to$9$ throw 
042:27,303[B  ]| Myself amongst any that$6#1$ opposed the Foe:  
042:27,304[B  ]| Rage, anger, and Despair at once suggest 
042:27,305[B  ]| That$3$ of all Deaths, to$9$ die in$4$ Arms was best.  
042:27,306[B  ]| The first I met was \Panthus\, \Pho*ebus'\ Priest, 
042:27,307[B  ]| Who$6#1$ escaping with his Gods and Relics fled, 
042:27,308[B  ]| And towards the shore his little Grandchild led; 
042:27,309@b   | \Panthus\, what hope remains?  what force?  what place 
042:27,310@b   | Made good?  
042:27,310[B  ]| but sighing, he replies 
042:27,310@w   | (alas) 
042:27,311@w   | \Trojans\ we were, and mighty \Ilium\ was; 
042:27,312@w   | But the last period and fatal hour 
042:27,313@w   | Of \Troy\ is come:  Our Glory and our Power 
042:27,314@w   | Incensed \Jove\ transfers to$4$ Grecian hands, 
042:27,315@w   | The foe within, the burning Town commands; 
042:27,316@w   | And (like$4$ a smothered fire) an unseen force 
042:27,317@w   | Breaks from the bowels of the fatal Horse:  
042:27,318@w   | Insulting \Synon\ flings about the flame, 
042:27,319@w   | And thousands more than ever from \Argos\ came 
042:27,320@w   | Possess the Gates, the Passes and the Streets, 
042:27,321@w   | And these the sword overtakes, and those it meets, 
042:27,322@w   | The Guard nor fights nor flies, Their fate so$5#1$ near 
042:27,323@w   | At once suspends their Courage and their Fear.  
042:27,324[B  ]| Thus by$4$ the Gods, and by$4$ \Atride's\ words 
042:27,325[B  ]| Inspired, I make my way through fire, through swords, 
042:27,326[B  ]| Where Noises, Tumults, Out-cries and Alarms 
042:27,327[B  ]| I heard, first \Iphitus\ renowned for$4$ Arms 
042:27,328[B  ]| We meet, who$6#1$ knew us (for$3$ the Moon did shine) 
042:27,329[B  ]| Then \Ripheus, Hippanis\, and \Dyumas\ joyn 
042:27,330[B  ]| Their force, and young \Chora*ebus Mygdon's\ son, 
042:27,331[B  ]| Who$6#1$, by$4$ the Love of fair \Cassandra\, won, 
042:27,332[B  ]| Arrived but lately in$4$ her Father's Aid 
042:27,333[B  ]| Unhappy, whom the Threats could not dissuade 
042:27,334[B  ]| Of his Prophetic Spouse; 
042:27,335[B  ]| Whom, when I saw, yet daring to$9$ maintain 
042:27,336[B  ]| The fight, I said, 
042:27,336@b   | Brave Spirits (but in$4$ vain) 
042:27,337@b   | Are you resolved to$9$ follow one who$6#1$ dares 
042:27,338@b   | Tempt all extremes?  The state of Our affairs 
042:27,339@b   | You see:  The Gods have left us, by$4$ whose aid 
042:27,340@b   | Our Empire stood; nor can the flame be stayed:  
042:27,341@b   | Then let us fall amidst Our Foes; this one 
042:27,342@b   | Relief the vanquished have, to$9$ hope for$4$ none.  
042:27,343[B  ]| Then re-inforced, as in$4$ a stormy night 
042:27,344[B  ]| Wolves urged by$4$ their raging appetite 
042:27,345[B  ]| Forage for$4$ prey, which$6#1$ their neglected young 
042:27,346[B  ]| With greedy jaws expect, even so$5#2$ among 
042:27,347[B  ]| Foes, Fire and Swords, to$4$ assured death we pass, 
042:27,348[B  ]| Darkness our Guide, Despair our Leader was.  
042:27,349[B  ]| Who$6#2$ can relate that$6#2$ Evening's woes and spoils, 
042:27,350[B  ]| Or can his tears proportion to$4$ our Toils!  
042:27,351[B  ]| The City, which$6#1$ so$5#1$ long had flourished, falls; 
042:27,352[B  ]| Death triumphs over the Houses, Temples, Walls 
042:27,353[B  ]| Nor only on$4$ the \Trojans\ fell this doom, 
042:27,354[B  ]| Their hearts at last the vanquished re-assume; 
042:27,355[B  ]| And now the Victors fall, on$4$ all sides, fears, 
042:27,356[B  ]| Groans and pale Death in$4$ all her shapes appears:  
042:27,357[B  ]| \Androgeus\ first with his whole Troop was cast 
042:27,358[B  ]| Upon$4$ us, with civility misplaced; 
042:27,359[B  ]| Thus greeting us 
042:27,359@w   | you lose by$4$ your delay, 
042:27,360@w   | Your share both of the honour and the prey, 
042:27,361@w   | Others the spoils of burning \Troy\ convey 
042:27,362@w   | Back to$4$ those ships, which$6#1$ you but now forsake.  
042:27,363[B  ]| We making no$2$ return; his sad mistake 
042:27,364[B  ]| Too late he finds:  As when an unseen Snake 
042:27,365[B  ]| A Traveller's unwary foot hath pressed, 
042:27,366[B  ]| Who$6#1$ trembling starts, when the Snake's azure Crest, 
042:27,367[B  ]| Swollen with his rising Anger, he espies, 
042:27,368[B  ]| So$3$ from our view surprised \Androgeus\ flies.  
042:27,369[B  ]| But here an easy victory we meet:  
042:27,370[B  ]| Fear binds their hands, and ignorance their feet, 
042:27,371[B  ]| Whilst Fortune, our first Enterprise, did aid, 
042:27,372[B  ]| Encouraged with success, \Chora*ebus\ said, 
042:27,373@w   | O Friends, we now by$4$ better Fates are led, 
042:27,374@w   | And the fair Path they lead us, let us tread.  
042:27,375@w   | First change your Arms, and their distinctions bear; 
042:27,376@w   | The same, in$4$ foes, Deceit and Virtue are.  
042:27,377[B  ]| Then of his Arms, \Androgeus\ he divests, 
042:27,378[B  ]| His Sword, his Shield he takes, and plumed Crests, 
042:27,379[B  ]| Then \Ripheus\, \Dymas\, and the rest, All glad 
042:27,380[B  ]| Of the occasion, in$4$ fresh spoils are clad.  
042:27,381[B  ]| Thus mixed, with Greeks, as if their Fortune still 
042:27,382[B  ]| Followed their swords we fight, pursue, and kill.  
042:27,383[B  ]| Some re-ascend the Horse, and he whose sides 
042:27,384[B  ]| Let forth the valiant, now, the Coward hides.  
042:27,385[B  ]| Some, to$4$ their safer Guard, their Ships, retire; 
042:27,386[B  ]| But vain is that$6#2$ hope, against which$6#1$ the Gods conspire:  
042:27,387[B  ]| Behold the Royal Virgin, The Divine 
042:27,388[B  ]| \Cassandra\, from \Minerva's\ fatal shrine 
042:27,389[B  ]| Dragged by$4$ the hair, casting towards heaven in$4$ vain, 
042:27,390[B  ]| Her Eyes; for$3$ Cords her tender hands did strain:  
042:27,391[B  ]| \Chora*ebus\ at the spectacle enraged, 
042:27,392[B  ]| Flies in$4$ amidst the foes:  we thus engaged, 
042:27,393[B  ]| To$9$ second him, amongst the thickest ran; 
042:27,394[B  ]| Here first our ruin from our friends began, 
042:27,395[B  ]| Who$6#1$ from the Temple's Battlements a shower 
042:27,396[B  ]| Of Darts and Arrows on$4$ our heads did pour:  
042:27,397[B  ]| They, us for$4$ Greeks, and now the Greeks (who$6#1$ knew 
042:27,398[B  ]| \Cassandra's\ rescue) us for$4$ Trojans slew.  
042:27,399[B  ]| And from all parts \Ulysses, Ajax\, then, 
042:27,400[B  ]| And then the \Atrida*e\ rally all their men; 
042:27,401[B  ]| As winds, that$6#1$ meet from several Coasts, contest, 
042:27,402[B  ]| Their prisons being broke, the South and West, 
042:27,403[B  ]| And \Eurus\ on$4$ his winged Coursers born 
042:27,404[B  ]| Triumphing in$4$ their speed, the woods are torn, 
042:27,405[B  ]| And chafing \Nereus\ with his \Trident\ throws 
042:27,406[B  ]| The billows from their bottom; Then all those 
042:27,407[B  ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ the dark our fury did escape, 
042:27,408[B  ]| Returning, know our borrowed Arms and shape 
042:27,409[B  ]| And differing Dialect:  Then their numbers swell 
042:27,410[B  ]| And grow upon$4$ us; first \Chora*ebus\ fell 
042:27,411[B  ]| Before \Minerva's\ Altar, next did bleed 
042:27,412[B  ]| Just \Ripheus\, whom no$2$ Trojan did exceed 
042:27,413[B  ]| In$4$ virtue, yet the Gods his fate decreed.  
042:27,414[B  ]| Then \Hippanis\ and \Dymas\ wounded by$4$ 
042:27,415[B  ]| Their friends; nor thee \Panthus\ thy Piety, 
042:27,416[B  ]| Nor consecrated Mitre, from the same 
042:27,417[B  ]| Ill fate could save; My Country's funeral flame 
042:27,418[B  ]| And \Troys\ cold ashes I attest, and call 
042:27,419[B  ]| To$9$ witness for$4$ myself, That$3$ in$4$ their fall 
042:27,420[B  ]| No$2$ Foes, no$2$ Death, nor Danger I declined 
042:27,421[B  ]| Did, and deserved no$2$ less, my Fate to$9$ find.  
042:27,422[B  ]| Now \Iphitus\ with me, and \Pelias\ 
042:27,423[B  ]| Slowly retire, the one retarded was 
042:27,424[B  ]| By$4$ feeble Age, the other by$4$ a wound, 
042:27,425[B  ]| To$4$ Court the Cry directs us, where We found 
042:27,426[B  ]| The Assault so$5#1$ hot, as if it were only there, 
042:27,427[B  ]| And all the rest secure from foes or fear:  
042:27,428[B  ]| The Greeks the Gates approached, their Targets cast, 
042:27,429[B  ]| Over their heads, some scaling ladders placed 
042:27,430[B  ]| Against the walls, the rest the steps ascend, 
042:27,431[B  ]| And with their shields on$4$ their left arms defend 
042:27,432[B  ]| Arrows and darts, and with their right hold fast 
042:27,433[B  ]| The Battlement; on$4$ them the Trojans cast 
042:27,434[B  ]| Stones, Rafters, Pillars, Beams, such Arms as these, 
042:27,435[B  ]| Now hopeless, for$4$ their last defence they seize.  
042:27,436[B  ]| The gilded Roofs, the marks of ancient state 
042:27,437[B  ]| They tumble down, and now against the Gate 
042:27,438[B  ]| Of the Inner Court their growing force they bring.  
042:27,439[B  ]| Now was Our last effort to$9$ save the King.  
042:27,440[B  ]| Relieve the fainting, and succeed the dead.  
042:27,441[B  ]| A Private Gallery betwixt the apartments led, 
042:27,442[B  ]| Not to$4$ the Foe yet known, or not observed, 
042:27,443[B  ]| (The way for$4$ \Hector's\ hapless Wife reserved, 
042:27,444[B  ]| When to$4$ the aged King, her little son 
042:27,445[B  ]| She would present) Through this we pass and run 
042:27,446[B  ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the highest Battlement, from whence 
042:27,447[B  ]| The Trojans threw their darts without offence.  
042:27,448[B  ]| A Tower so$5#1$ high, it seemed to$9$ reach the sky, 
042:27,449[B  ]| Stood on$4$ the Roof, from whence we could descry 
042:27,450[B  ]| All \Ilium\ ~~ both the Camps, the Grecian Fleet; 
042:27,451[B  ]| This, where the Beams upon$4$ the Columns meet, 
042:27,452[B  ]| We loosen, which$6#1$ like$4$ Thunder from the Cloud 
042:27,453[B  ]| Breaks on$4$ their heads, as sudden and as loud.  
042:27,454[B  ]| But others still succeed:  meantime, nor stones 
042:27,455[B  ]| Nor any kind of weapons cease.  
042:27,456[B  ]| Before the Gate in$4$ gilded Armour, shone 
042:27,457[B  ]| Young \Pyrrhus\, like$4$ a Snake his skin new grown, 
042:27,458[B  ]| Who$6#1$ fed on$4$ poisonous herbs, all winter lay 
042:27,459[B  ]| Under the ground, and now reviews the day 
042:27,460[B  ]| Fresh in$4$ his new apparel, proud and young, 
042:27,461[B  ]| Rolls up$5$ his Back, and brandishes his tongue, 
042:27,462[B  ]| And lifts his scaly breast against the Sun; 
042:27,463[B  ]| With him his Father's Squire, \Antomedon\ 
042:27,464[B  ]| And \Periphas\ who$6#1$ drove his winged steeds, 
042:27,465[B  ]| Enter the Court; whom all the youth succeeds 
042:27,466[B  ]| Of \Scyros'\ Isle, who$6#1$ flaming firebrands flung 
042:27,467[B  ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the roof, \Pyrrhus\ himself among 
042:27,468[B  ]| The foremost with an Axe an entrance hews 
042:27,469[B  ]| Through beams of solid Oak, then freely views 
042:27,470[B  ]| The Chambers, Galleries, and Rooms of State, 
042:27,471[B  ]| Where \Priam\ and the ancient Monarchs sat.  
042:27,472[B  ]| At the first Gate an Armed Guard appears; 
042:27,473[B  ]| But the Inner Court with horror, noise and tears 
042:27,474[B  ]| Confusedly filled, the women's shrieks and cries 
042:27,475[B  ]| The Arched Vaults re-echo to$4$ the skies; 
042:27,476[B  ]| Sad Matrons wandering through the spacious Rooms 
042:27,477[B  ]| Embrace and kiss the Posts:  Then \Pyrrhus\ comes 
042:27,478[B  ]| Full of his Father, neither Men nor Walls 
042:27,479[B  ]| His force sustain, the torn Port-cullis falls, 
042:27,480[B  ]| Then from the hinge, their strokes the Gates divorce, 
042:27,481[B  ]| And where the way they can not find, they force:  
042:27,482[B  ]| Not with such rage a Swelling Torrent flows 
042:27,483[B  ]| Above his banks, the opposing Dams overthrows, 
042:27,484[B  ]| Depopulates the Fields, the Cattle, Sheep, 
042:27,485[B  ]| Shepherds, and folds the foaming Surges sweep.  
042:27,486[B  ]| And now between two sad extremes I stood, 
042:27,487[B  ]| Here \Pyrrhus\ and the \Atrida*e\ drunk with blood, 
042:27,488[B  ]| There the hapless Queen amongst an hundred Dames, 
042:27,489[B  ]| And \Priam\ quenching from his wounds those flames 
042:27,490[B  ]| Which$6#1$ his own hands had on$4$ the Altar laid:  
042:27,491[B  ]| Then they the secret Cabinets invade, 
042:27,492[B  ]| Where stood the Fifty Nuptial Beds, the hopes 
042:27,493[B  ]| Of that$6#2$ great Race, the Golden Posts whose tops 
042:27,494[B  ]| Old hostile spoils adorned, demolished lay, 
042:27,495[B  ]| Or to$4$ the foe, or to$4$ the fire a Prey.  
042:27,496[B  ]| Now \Priam's\ fate perhaps you may enquire, 
042:27,497[B  ]| Seeing his Empire lost, his \Troy\ on$4$ fire, 
042:27,498[B  ]| And his own Palace by$4$ the Greeks possessed, 
042:27,499[B  ]| Arms, long disused, his trembling limbs invest; 
042:27,500[B  ]| Thus on$4$ his foes he throws himself alone, 
042:27,501[B  ]| Not for$4$ their Fate, but to$9$ provoke his own:  
042:27,502[B  ]| There stood an Altar open to$4$ the view 
042:27,503[B  ]| Of Heaven, near which$6#1$ an aged Laurel grew, 
042:27,504[B  ]| Whose shady arms the household Gods embraced; 
042:27,505[B  ]| Before whose feet the Queen herself had cast, 
042:27,506[B  ]| With all her daughters, and the Trojan wives, 
042:27,507[B  ]| As Doves whom an approaching tempest drives 
042:27,508[B  ]| And frights into one flock; But having spied 
042:27,509[B  ]| Old \Priam\ clad in$4$ youthful Arms, she cried, 
042:27,510@v   | Alas my wretched husband, what pretence 
042:27,511@v   | To$9$ bear those Arms, and in$4$ them what defence?  
042:27,512@v   | Such aid such times require not, when again 
042:27,513@v   | If \Hector\ were alive, he lived in$4$ vain; 
042:27,514@v   | Or here We shall a Sanctuary find, 
042:27,515@v   | Or as in$4$ life, we shall in$4$ death be joined.  
042:27,516[B  ]| Then weeping, with kind force held and embraced 
042:27,517[B  ]| And on$4$ the sacred seat the King she placed; 
042:27,518[B  ]| Meanwhile \Polites\ one of \Priam's\ sons 
042:27,519[B  ]| Flying the rage of bloody \Pyrrhus\, runs 
042:27,520[B  ]| Through foes and swords, and ranges all the Court 
042:27,521[B  ]| And empty Galleries, amazed and hurt, 
042:27,522[B  ]| \Pyrrhus\ pursues him, now overtakes, now kills, 
042:27,523[B  ]| And his last blood in$4$ \Priam's\ presence spills.  
042:27,524[B  ]| The King (though him so$5#1$ many deaths enclose) 
042:27,525[B  ]| Nor fear, nor grief, but Indignation shows; 
042:27,526@e   | The Gods requite thee (if within the care 
042:27,527@e   | Of those above the affairs of mortals are) 
042:27,528@e   | Whose fury on$4$ the son but lost had been, 
042:27,529@e   | Had not his Parent's Eyes his murder seen:  
042:27,530@e   | Not That$6#2$ \Achilles\ (whom thou feignst to$9$ be 
042:27,531@e   | Thy Father) so$5#1$ inhumane was to$4$ me; 
042:27,532@e   | He blushed, when I the rights of Arms implored; 
042:27,533@e   | To$4$ me my \Hector\, me to$4$ \Troy\ restored:  
042:27,534[B  ]| This said, his feeble Arm a Javelin flung, 
042:27,535[B  ]| Which$6#1$ on$4$ the sounding shield, scarce entering, rung.  
042:27,536[B  ]| Then \Pyrrhus\; 
042:27,536@w   | go a messenger to$4$ Hell 
042:27,537@w   | Of my black deeds, and to$4$ my Father tell 
042:27,538@w   | The Acts of his degenerate Race.  
042:27,538[B  ]| So$3$ through 
042:27,539[B  ]| His Son's warm blood, the trembling King he drew 
042:27,540[B  ]| To$4$ the Altar; in$4$ his hair one hand he wreaths; 
042:27,541[B  ]| His sword, the other in$4$ his bosom sheaths.  
042:27,542[B  ]| Thus fell the King, who$6#1$ yet survived the State, 
042:27,543[B  ]| With such a signal and peculiar Fate.  
042:27,544[B  ]| Under so$5#1$ vast a ruin not a Grave, 
042:27,545[B  ]| Nor in$4$ such flames a funeral fire to$9$ have:  
042:27,546[B  ]| He, whom such Titles swelled, such Power made proud 
042:27,547[B  ]| To$4$ whom the Sceptres of all \Asia\ bowed, 
042:27,548[B  ]| On$4$ the cold earth lies the unregarded King, 
042:27,549[B  ]| A headless Carcase, and a nameless Thing.