079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,000[' ]| 079:02,001[' ]| ALL were attentive to$4$ the godlike man, 079:02,002[' ]| When from his lofty couch he thus began: 079:02,003[A ]| "Great queen, what you command me to$9$ relate 079:02,004[A ]| Renews the sad remembrance of our fate: 079:02,005[A ]| An empire from its old foundations rent, 079:02,006[A ]| And every woe the Trojans underwent; 079:02,007[A ]| A peopled city made a desert place; 079:02,008[A ]| All that$6#1$ I saw, and part of which$6#1$ I was: 079:02,009[A ]| Not even the hardest of our foes could hear, 079:02,010[A ]| Nor stern Ulysses tell without a tear. 079:02,011[A ]| And now the latter watch of wasting night, 079:02,012[A ]| And setting stars, to$4$ kindly rest invite; 079:02,013[A ]| But, since you take such interest in$4$ our woe, 079:02,014[A ]| And Troy's disastrous end desire to$9$ know, 079:02,015[A ]| I will$1$ restrain my tears, and briefly tell 079:02,016[A ]| What in$4$ our last and fatal night befell. 079:02,017[A ]| By$4$ destiny compelled, and in$4$ despair, 079:02,018[A ]| The Greeks grew weary of the tedious war, 079:02,019[A ]| And by$4$ Minerva's aid a fabric reared, 079:02,020[A ]| Which$6#1$ like$4$ a steed of monstrous height appeared: 079:02,021[A ]| The sides were planked with pine; they feigned it made 079:02,022[A ]| For$4$ their return, and this the vow they paid. 079:02,023[A ]| Thus they pretend, but in$4$ the hollow side 079:02,024[A ]| Selected numbers of their soldiers hide: 079:02,025[A ]| With inward arms the dire machine they load, 079:02,026[A ]| And iron bowels stuff the dark abode. 079:02,027[A ]| In$4$ sight of Troy lies Tenedos, an isle 079:02,028[A ]| (While Fortune did on Priam's empire smile) 079:02,029[A ]| Renowned for$4$ wealth; but, since, a faithless bay, 079:02,030[A ]| Where ships exposed to$4$ wind and weather lay. 079:02,031[A ]| There was their fleet concealed. We thought, for$4$ Greece 079:02,032[A ]| Their sails were hoisted, and our fears release. 079:02,033[A ]| The Trojans, cooped within their walls so$5#1$ long, 079:02,034[A ]| Unbar their gates, and issue in$4$ a throng, 079:02,035[A ]| Like$4$ swarming bees, and with delight survey 079:02,036[A ]| The camp deserted, where the Grecians lay: 079:02,037[A ]| The quarters of the several chiefs they showed; 079:02,038[A ]| Here Phoenix, here Achilles, made abode; 079:02,039[A ]| Here joined the battles; there the navy rode. 079:02,040[A ]| Part on$4$ the pile their wondering eyes employ: 079:02,041[A ]| The pile by$4$ Pallas raised to$9$ ruin Troy. 079:02,042[A ]| Thymoetes first (it is doubtful whether hired, 079:02,043[A ]| Or so$5#2$ the Trojan destiny required) 079:02,044[A ]| Moved that$3$ the ramparts might be broken down, 079:02,045[A ]| To$9$ lodge the monster fabric in$4$ the town. 079:02,046[A ]| But Capys, and the rest of sounder mind, 079:02,047[A ]| The fatal present to$4$ the flames designed, 079:02,048[A ]| Or to$4$ the watery deep; at least to$9$ bore 079:02,049[A ]| The hollow sides, and hidden frauds explore. 079:02,050[A ]| The giddy vulgar, as their fancies guide, 079:02,051[A ]| With noise say nothing, and in$4$ parts divide. 079:02,052[A ]| Laocoon, followed by$4$ a numerous crowd, 079:02,053[A ]| Ran from the fort, and cried, from far, aloud: 079:02,054@w | "O wretched countrymen! what fury reigns? 079:02,055@w | What more than madness has possessed your brains? 079:02,056@w | Think you the Grecians from your coasts are gone? 079:02,057@w | And are Ulysses' arts no$2$ better known? 079:02,058@w | This hollow fabric either must enclose, 079:02,059@w | Within its blind recess, our secret foes; 079:02,060@w | Or it is an engine raised above the town, 079:02,061@w | To$9$ overlook the walls, and then to$9$ batter down. 079:02,062@w | Somewhat is sure designed, by$4$ fraud or force: 079:02,063@w | Trust not their presents, nor admit the horse." 079:02,064[A ]| Thus having said, against the steed he threw 079:02,065[A ]| His forceful spear, which$6#1$, hissing as it flew, 079:02,066[A ]| Pierced through the yielding planks of jointed wood, 079:02,067[A ]| And trembling in$4$ the hollow belly stood. 079:02,068[A ]| The sides, transpierced, return a rattling sound, 079:02,069[A ]| And groans of Greeks enclosed come issuing through the wound. 079:02,070[A ]| And, had not Heaven the fall of Troy designed, 079:02,071[A ]| Or had not men been fated to$9$ be blind, 079:02,072[A ]| Enough was said and done to$9$ inspire a better mind. 079:02,073[A ]| Then had our lances pierced the treacherous wood, 079:02,074[A ]| And Ilian towers and Priam's empire stood. 079:02,075[A ]| Meantime, with shouts, the Trojan shepherds bring 079:02,076[A ]| A captive Greek, in$4$ bands, before the king; 079:02,077[A ]| Taken to$9$ take; who$6#1$ made himself their prey, 079:02,078[A ]| To$9$ impose on$4$ their belief, and Troy betray; 079:02,079[A ]| Fixed on$4$ his aim, and obstinately bent 079:02,080[A ]| To$9$ die undaunted, or to$9$ circumvent. 079:02,081[A ]| About the captive, tides of Trojans flow; 079:02,082[A ]| All press to$9$ see, and some insult the foe. 079:02,083[A ]| Now hear how well the Greeks their wiles disguised; 079:02,084[A ]| Behold a nation in$4$ a man comprised. 079:02,085[A ]| Trembling the miscreant stood, unarmed and bound; 079:02,086[A ]| He stared, and rolled his haggard eyes around, 079:02,087[A ]| Then said: 079:02,087@g | ""Alas! what earth remains, what sea 079:02,088@g | Is open to$9$ receive unhappy me? 079:02,089@g | What fate a wretched fugitive attends, 079:02,090@g | Scorned by$4$ my foes, abandoned by$4$ my friends?"" 079:02,091[A ]| He said, and sighed, and cast a rueful eye: 079:02,092[A ]| Our pity kindles, and our passions die. 079:02,093[A ]| We cheer the youth to$9$ make his own defence, 079:02,094[A ]| And freely tell us what he was, and whence: 079:02,095[A ]| What news he could impart, we long to$9$ know, 079:02,096[A ]| And what to$9$ credit from a captive foe. 079:02,097[A ]| His fear at length dismissed, he said: 079:02,097@g | ""Whatever 079:02,098@g | My fate ordains, my words shall be sincere: 079:02,099@g | I neither can nor dare my birth disclaim; 079:02,100@g | Greece is my country, Sinon is my name. 079:02,101@g | Though plunged by$4$ Fortune's power in$4$ misery, 079:02,102@g | It is not in$4$ Fortune's power to$9$ make me lie. 079:02,103@g | If any chance has hither brought the name 079:02,104@g | Of Palamedes, not unknown to$4$ fame, 079:02,105@g | Who$6#1$ suffered from the malice of the times, 079:02,106@g | Accused and sentenced for$4$ pretended crimes, 079:02,107@g | Because these fatal wars he would prevent; 079:02,108@g | Whose death the wretched Greeks too late lament ~~ 079:02,109@g | Me, then a boy, my father, poor and bare 079:02,110@g | Of other means, committed to$4$ his care, 079:02,111@g | His kinsman and companion in$4$ the war. 079:02,112@g | While Fortune favored, while his arms support 079:02,113@g | The cause, and ruled the counsels, of the court, 079:02,114@g | I made some figure there; nor was my name 079:02,115@g | Obscure, nor I without my share of fame. 079:02,116@g | But when Ulysses, with fallacious arts, 079:02,117@g | Had made impression in$4$ the people's hearts, 079:02,118@g | And forged a treason in$4$ my patron's name 079:02,119@g | (I speak of things too far divulged by$4$ fame), 079:02,120@g | My kinsman fell. Then I, without support, 079:02,121@g | In$4$ private mourned his loss, and left the court. 079:02,122@g | Mad as I was, I could not bear his fate 079:02,123@g | With silent grief, but loudly blamed the state, 079:02,124@g | And cursed the direful author of my woes. 079:02,125@g | It was told again; and hence my ruin rose. 079:02,126@g | I threatened, if indulgent Heaven once more 079:02,127@g | Would land me safely on$4$ my native shore, 079:02,128@g | His death with double vengeance to$9$ restore. 079:02,129@g | This moved the murderer's hate; and soon ensued 079:02,130@g | The effects of malice from a man so$5#1$ proud. 079:02,131@g | Ambiguous rumours through the camp he spread, 079:02,132@g | And sought, by$4$ treason, my devoted head; 079:02,133@g | New crimes invented; left unturned no$2$ stone, 079:02,134@g | To$9$ make my guilt appear, and hide his own; 079:02,135@g | Till Calchas was by$4$ force and threatening wrought ~~ 079:02,136@g | But why ~~ why dwell I on$4$ that$6#2$ anxious thought? 079:02,137@g | If on$4$ my nation just revenge you seek, 079:02,138@g | And it is to$9$ appear a foe, to$9$ appear a Greek; 079:02,139@g | Already you my name and country know; 079:02,140@g | Assuage your thirst of blood, and strike the blow: 079:02,141@g | My death will$1$ both the kingly brothers please, 079:02,142@g | And set insatiate Ithacus at ease."" 079:02,143[A ]| This fair unfinished tale, these broken starts, 079:02,144[A ]| Raised expectations in$4$ our longing hearts: 079:02,145[A ]| Unknowing as we were in$4$ Grecian arts. 079:02,146[A ]| His former trembling once again renewed, 079:02,147[A ]| With acted fear, the villain thus pursued: 079:02,148@g | ""Long had the Grecians (tired with fruitless care, 079:02,149@g | And wearied with an unsuccessful war) 079:02,150@g | Resolved to$9$ raise the siege, and leave the town; 079:02,151@g | And, had the gods permitted, they had gone; 079:02,152@g | But oft the wintry seas and southern winds 079:02,153@g | Withstood their passage home, and changed their minds. 079:02,154@g | Portents and prodigies their souls amazed; 079:02,155@g | But most, when this stupendous pile was raised: 079:02,156@g | Then flaming meteors, hung in$4$ air, were seen, 079:02,157@g | And thunders rattled through a sky serene. 079:02,158@g | Dismayed, and fearful of some dire event, 079:02,159@g | Eurypylus to$9$ enquire their fate was sent. 079:02,160@g | He from the gods this dreadful answer brought: 079:02,161@w | "O Grecians, when the Trojan shores you sought, 079:02,162@w | Your passage with a virgin's blood was bought: 079:02,163@w | So$3$ must your safe return be bought again, 079:02,164@w | And Grecian blood once more atone the main." 079:02,165@g | The spreading rumour round the people ran; 079:02,166@g | All feared, and each believed himself the man. 079:02,167@g | Ulysses took the advantage of their fright; 079:02,168@g | Called Calchas, and produced in$4$ open sight: 079:02,169@g | Then bade him name the wretch, ordained by$4$ fate 079:02,170@g | The public victim, to$9$ redeem the state. 079:02,171@g | Already some presaged the dire event, 079:02,172@g | And saw what sacrifice Ulysses meant. 079:02,173@g | For$4$ twice five days the good old seer withstood 079:02,174@g | The intended treason, and was dumb to$4$ blood, 079:02,175@g | Till, tired, with endless clamours and pursuit 079:02,176@g | Of Ithacus, he stood no$2$ longer mute; 079:02,177@g | But, as it was agreed, pronounced that$3$ I 079:02,178@g | Was destined by$4$ the wrathful gods to$9$ die. 079:02,179@g | All praised the sentence, pleased the storm should fall 079:02,180@g | On$4$ one alone, whose fury threatened all. 079:02,181@g | The dismal day was come; the priests prepare 079:02,182@g | Their leavened cakes, and fillets for$4$ my hair. 079:02,183@g | I followed nature's laws, and must avow 079:02,184@g | I broke my bonds and fled the fatal blow. 079:02,185@g | Hid in$4$ a weedy lake all night I lay, 079:02,186@g | Secure of safety when they sailed away. 079:02,187@g | But now what further hopes for$4$ me remain, 079:02,188@g | To$9$ see my friends, or native soil, again; 079:02,189@g | My tender infants, or my careful sire, 079:02,190@g | Whom they returning will$1$ to$4$ death require; 079:02,191@g | Will$1$ perpetrate on$4$ them their first design, 079:02,192@g | And take the forfeit of their heads for$4$ mine? 079:02,193@g | Which$6#1$, O! if pity mortal minds can move, 079:02,194@g | If there be faith below, or gods above, 079:02,195@g | If innocence and truth can claim desert, 079:02,196@g | Ye Trojans, from an injured wretch avert."" 079:02,197[A ]| False tears true pity move; the king commands 079:02,198[A ]| To$9$ loose his fetters, and unbind his hands: 079:02,199[A ]| Then adds these friendly words: 079:02,199@h | ""Dismiss thy fears; 079:02,200@h | Forget the Greeks; be mine as thou wert theirs. 079:02,201@h | But truly tell, was it for$4$ force or guile, 079:02,202@h | Or some religious end, you raised the pile?"" 079:02,203[A ]| Thus said the king. He, full of fraudful arts, 079:02,204[A ]| This well-invented tale for$4$ truth imparts: 079:02,205@g | ""Ye lamps of heaven!"" 079:02,205[A ]| he said, and lifted high 079:02,206[A ]| His hands now free, 079:02,206@g | ""thou venerable sky! 079:02,207@g | Inviolable powers, adored with dread! 079:02,208@g | Ye fatal fillets, that$6#1$ once bound this head! 079:02,209@g | Ye sacred altars, from whose flames I fled! 079:02,210@g | Be all of you adjured; and grant I may, 079:02,211@g | Without a crime, the ungrateful Greeks betray, 079:02,212@g | Reveal the secrets of the guilty state, 079:02,213@g | And justly punish whom I justly hate! 079:02,214@g | But you, O king, preserve the faith you gave, 079:02,215@g | If I, to$9$ save myself, your empire save. 079:02,216@g | The Grecian hopes, and all the attempts they made, 079:02,217@g | Were only founded on Minerva's aid. 079:02,218@g | But from the time when impious Diomede, 079:02,219@g | And false Ulysses, that$6#2$ inventive head, 079:02,220@g | Her fatal image from the temple drew, 079:02,221@g | The sleeping guardians of the castle slew, 079:02,222@g | Her virgin statue with their bloody hands 079:02,223@g | Polluted, and profaned her holy bands; 079:02,224@g | From thence the tide of fortune left their shore, 079:02,225@g | And ebbed much faster than it flowed before: 079:02,226@g | Their courage languished, as their hopes decayed; 079:02,227@g | And Pallas, now averse, refused her aid. 079:02,228@g | Nor did the goddess doubtfully declare 079:02,229@g | Her altered mind and alienated care. 079:02,230@g | When first her fatal image touched the ground, 079:02,231@g | She sternly cast her glaring eyes around, 079:02,232@g | That$6#1$ sparkled as they rolled, and seemed to$9$ threat: 079:02,233@g | Her heavenly limbs distilled a briny sweat. 079:02,234@g | Thrice from the ground she leaped, was seen to$9$ wield 079:02,235@g | Her brandished lance, and shake her horrid shield. 079:02,236@g | Then Calchas bade our host for$4$ flight prepare, 079:02,237@g | And hope no$2$ conquest from the tedious war, 079:02,238@g | Till first they sailed for$4$ Greece; with prayers besought 079:02,239@g | Her injured power, and better omens brought. 079:02,240@g | And now their navy ploughs the watery main, 079:02,241@g | Yet soon expect it on$4$ your shores again, 079:02,242@g | With Pallas pleased; as Calchas did ordain. 079:02,243@g | But first, to$9$ reconcile the blue-eyed maid 079:02,244@g | For$4$ her stolen statue and her tower betrayed, 079:02,245@g | Warned by$4$ the seer, to$4$ her offended name 079:02,246@g | We raised and dedicate this wondrous frame, 079:02,247@g | So$5#1$ lofty, lest through your forbidden gates 079:02,248@g | It pass, and intercept our better fates: 079:02,249@g | For$3$, once admitted there, our hopes are lost; 079:02,250@g | And Troy may then a new Palladium boast; 079:02,251@g | For$3$ so$5#2$ religion and the gods ordain, 079:02,252@g | That$3$, if you violate with hands profane 079:02,253@g | Minerva's gift, your town in$4$ flames shall burn, 079:02,254@g | (Which$6#1$ omen, O ye gods, on Graecia turn!) 079:02,255@g | But if it climb, with your assisting hands, 079:02,256@g | The Trojan walls, and in$4$ the city stands; 079:02,257@g | Then Troy shall Argos and Mycenae burn, 079:02,258@g | And the reverse of fate on$4$ us return."" 079:02,259[A ]| With such deceits he gained their easy hearts, 079:02,260[A ]| Too prone to$9$ credit his perfidious arts. 079:02,261[A ]| What Diomede, nor Thetis' greater son, 079:02,262[A ]| A thousand ships, nor ten years' siege, had done ~~ 079:02,263[A ]| False tears and fawning words the city won. 079:02,264[A ]| A greater omen, and of worse portent, 079:02,265[A ]| Did our unwary minds with fear torment, 079:02,266[A ]| Concurring to$9$ produce the dire event. 079:02,267[A ]| Laocoon, Neptune's priest by$4$ lot that$6#2$ year, 079:02,268[A ]| With solemn pomp then sacrificed a steer; 079:02,269[A ]| When, dreadful to$9$ behold, from sea we spied 079:02,270[A ]| Two serpents, ranked abreast, the seas divide, 079:02,271[A ]| And smoothly sweep along the swelling tide. 079:02,272[A ]| Their flaming crests above the waves they show; 079:02,273[A ]| Their bellies seem to$9$ burn the seas below; 079:02,274[A ]| Their speckled tails advance to$9$ steer their course, 079:02,275[A ]| And on$4$ the sounding shore the flying billows force. 079:02,276[A ]| And now the strand, and now the plain they held; 079:02,277[A ]| Their ardent eyes with bloody streaks were filled; 079:02,278[A ]| Their nimble tongues they brandished as they came, 079:02,279[A ]| And licked their hissing jaws, that$6#1$ sputtered flame. 079:02,280[A ]| We fled amazed; their destined way they take, 079:02,281[A ]| And to$4$ Laocoon and his children make; 079:02,282[A ]| And first around the tender boys they wind, 079:02,283[A ]| Then with their sharpened fangs their limbs and bodies grind 079:02,284[A ]| The wretched father, running to$4$ their aid 079:02,285[A ]| With pious haste, but vain, they next invade; 079:02,286[A ]| Twice round his waist their winding volumes rolled; 079:02,287[A ]| And twice about his gasping throat they fold. 079:02,288[A ]| The priest thus doubly choked, their crests divide, 079:02,289[A ]| And towering over his head in$4$ triumph ride. 079:02,290[A ]| With both his hands he labours at the knots; 079:02,291[A ]| His holy fillets the blue venom blots; 079:02,292[A ]| His roaring fills the flitting air around. 079:02,293[A ]| Thus, when an ox receives a glancing wound, 079:02,294[A ]| He breaks his bands, the fatal altar flies, 079:02,295[A ]| And with loud bellowings breaks the yielding skies. 079:02,296[A ]| Their tasks performed, the serpents quit their prey, 079:02,297[A ]| And to$4$ the tower of Pallas make their way: 079:02,298[A ]| Couched at her feet, they lie protected there 079:02,299[A ]| By$4$ her large buckler and protended spear. 079:02,300[A ]| Amazement seizes all; the general cry 079:02,301[A ]| Proclaims Laocoon justly doomed to$9$ die, 079:02,302[A ]| Whose hand the will$0$ of Pallas had withstood, 079:02,303[A ]| And dared to$9$ violate the sacred wood. 079:02,304[A ]| All vote to$9$ admit the steed, that$3$ vows be paid 079:02,305[A ]| And incense offered to$4$ the offended maid. 079:02,306[A ]| A spacious breach is made; the town lies bare; 079:02,307[A ]| Some hoisting-levers, some the wheels prepare 079:02,308[A ]| And fasten to$4$ the horse's feet; the rest 079:02,309[A ]| With cables haul along the unwieldy beast. 079:02,310[A ]| Each on$4$ his fellow for$4$ assistance calls; 079:02,311[A ]| At length the fatal fabric mounts the walls, 079:02,312[A ]| Big with destruction. Boys with chaplets crowned, 079:02,313[A ]| And choirs of virgins, sing and dance around. 079:02,314[A ]| Thus raised aloft, and then descending down, 079:02,315[A ]| It enters over our heads, and threats the town. 079:02,316[A ]| O sacred city, built by$4$ hands divine! 079:02,317[A ]| O valiant heroes of the Trojan line! 079:02,318[A ]| Four times he struck: as oft the clashing sound 079:02,319[A ]| Of arms was heard, and inward groans rebound. 079:02,320[A ]| Yet, mad with zeal, and blinded with our fate, 079:02,321[A ]| We haul along the horse in$4$ solemn state; 079:02,322[A ]| Then place the dire portent within the tower. 079:02,323[A ]| Cassandra cried, and cursed the unhappy hour; 079:02,324[A ]| Foretold our fate; but, by$4$ the god's decree, 079:02,325[A ]| All heard, and none believed the prophecy. 079:02,326[A ]| With branches we the fanes adorn, and waste, 079:02,327[A ]| In$4$ jollity, the day ordained to$9$ be the last. 079:02,328[A ]| Meantime the rapid heavens rolled down the light, 079:02,329[A ]| And on$4$ the shaded ocean rushed the night; 079:02,330[A ]| Our men, secure, nor guards nor sentries held, 079:02,331[A ]| But easy sleep their weary limbs compelled. 079:02,332[A ]| The Grecians had embarked their naval powers 079:02,333[A ]| From Tenedos, and sought our well-known shores, 079:02,334[A ]| Safe under covert of the silent night, 079:02,335[A ]| And guided by$4$ the imperial galley's light; 079:02,336[A ]| When Sinon, favored by$4$ the partial gods, 079:02,337[A ]| Unlocked the horse, and oped his dark abodes; 079:02,338[A ]| Restored to$4$ vital air our hidden foes, 079:02,339[A ]| Who$6#1$ joyful from their long confinement rose. 079:02,340[A ]| Tysander bold, and Sthenelus their guide, 079:02,341[A ]| And dire Ulysses down the cable slide: 079:02,342[A ]| Then Thoas, Athamas, and Pyrrhus haste; 079:02,343[A ]| Nor was the Podalirian hero last, 079:02,344[A ]| Nor injured Menelaus, nor the famed 079:02,345[A ]| Epeus, who$6#1$ the fatal engine framed. 079:02,346[A ]| A nameless crowd succeed; their forces join 079:02,347[A ]| To$9$ invade the town, oppressed with sleep and wine. 079:02,348[A ]| Those few they find awake first meet their fate; 079:02,349[A ]| Then to$4$ their fellows they unbar the gate. 079:02,350[A ]| It was in$4$ the dead of night, when sleep repairs 079:02,351[A ]| Our bodies worn with toils, our minds with cares, 079:02,352[A ]| When Hector's ghost before my sight appears: 079:02,353[A ]| A bloody shroud he seemed, and bathed in$4$ tears; 079:02,354[A ]| Such as he was, when, by$4$ Pelides slain, 079:02,355[A ]| Thessalian coursers dragged him over the plain. 079:02,356[A ]| Swollen were his feet, as when the thongs were thrust 079:02,357[A ]| Through the bored holes; his body black with dust; 079:02,358[A ]| Unlike that$6#2$ Hector who$6#1$ returned from toils 079:02,359[A ]| Of war, triumphant, in$4$ AEacian spoils, 079:02,360[A ]| Or him who$6#1$ made the fainting Greeks retire, 079:02,361[A ]| And launched against their navy Phrygian fire. 079:02,362[A ]| His hair and beard stood stiffened with his gore; 079:02,363[A ]| And all the wounds he for$4$ his country bore 079:02,364[A ]| Now streamed afresh, and with new purple ran. 079:02,365[A ]| I wept to$9$ see the visionary man, 079:02,366[A ]| And, while my trance continued, thus began: 079:02,367@a | "O light of Trojans, and support of Troy, 079:02,368@a | Thy father's champion, and thy country's joy! 079:02,369@a | O, long expected by$4$ thy friends! from whence 079:02,370@a | Art thou so$5#1$ late returned for$4$ our defence? 079:02,371@a | Do we behold thee, wearied as we are 079:02,372@a | With length of labours, and with toils of war? 079:02,373@a | After so$5#1$ many funerals of thy own 079:02,374@a | Art thou restored to$4$ thy declining town? 079:02,375@a | But say, what wounds are these? What new disgrace 079:02,376@a | Deforms the manly features of thy face?" 079:02,377[A ]| To$4$ this the spectre no$2$ reply did frame, 079:02,378[A ]| But answered to$4$ the cause for$4$ which$6#1$ he came, 079:02,379[A ]| And, groaning from the bottom of his breast, 079:02,380[A ]| This warning in$4$ these mournful words expressed: 079:02,381@i | "O goddess-born! escape, by$4$ timely flight, 079:02,382@i | The flames and horrors of this fatal night. 079:02,383@i | The foes already have possessed the wall; 079:02,384@i | Troy nods from high, and totters to$4$ her fall. 079:02,385@i | Enough is paid to$4$ Priam's royal name, 079:02,386@i | More than enough to$4$ duty and to$4$ fame. 079:02,387@i | If by$4$ a mortal hand my father's throne 079:02,388@i | Could be defended, it was by$4$ mine alone. 079:02,389@i | Now Troy to$4$ thee commends her future state, 079:02,390@i | And gives her gods companions of thy fate: 079:02,391@i | From their assistance happier walls expect, 079:02,392@i | Which$6#1$, wandering long, at last thou shalt erect." 079:02,393[A ]| He said, and brought me, from their blest abodes, 079:02,394[A ]| The venerable statues of the gods, 079:02,395[A ]| With ancient Vesta from the sacred choir, 079:02,396[A ]| The wreaths and relics of the immortal fire. 079:02,397[A ]| Now peals of shouts come thundering from afar, 079:02,398[A ]| Cries, threats, and loud laments, and mingled war: 079:02,399[A ]| The noise approaches, though our palace stood 079:02,400[A ]| Aloof from streets, encompassed with a wood. 079:02,401[A ]| Louder, and yet more loud, I hear the alarms 079:02,402[A ]| Of human cries distinct, and clashing arms. 079:02,403[A ]| Fear broke my slumbers; I no$2$ longer stay, 079:02,404[A ]| But mount the terrace, thence the town survey, 079:02,405[A ]| And hearken what the frightful sounds convey. 079:02,406[A ]| Thus, when a flood of fire by$4$ wind is borne, 079:02,407[A ]| Crackling it rolls, and mows the standing corn; 079:02,408[A ]| Or deluges, descending on$4$ the plains, 079:02,409[A ]| Sweep over the yellow year, destroy the pains 079:02,410[A ]| Of labouring oxen and the peasant's gains; 079:02,411[A ]| Unroot the forest oaks, and bear away 079:02,412[A ]| Flocks, folds, and trees, an undistinguished prey: 079:02,413[A ]| The shepherd climbs the cliff, and sees from far 079:02,414[A ]| The wasteful ravage of the watery war. 079:02,415[A ]| Then Hector's faith was manifestly cleared, 079:02,416[A ]| And Grecian frauds in$4$ open light appeared. 079:02,417[A ]| The palace of Deiphobus ascends 079:02,418[A ]| In$4$ smoky flames, and catches on$4$ his friends. 079:02,419[A ]| Ucalegon burns next: the seas are bright 079:02,420[A ]| With splendour not their own, and shine with Trojan light. 079:02,421[A ]| New clamours and new clangors now arise, 079:02,422[A ]| The sound of trumpets mixed with fighting cries. 079:02,423[A ]| With frenzy seized, I run to$9$ meet the alarms, 079:02,424[A ]| Resolved on death, resolved to$9$ die in$4$ arms, 079:02,425[A ]| But first to$9$ gather friends, with them to$9$ oppose 079:02,426[A ]| (If fortune favored) and repel the foes; 079:02,427[A ]| Spurred by$4$ my courage, by$4$ my country fired, 079:02,428[A ]| With sense of honour and revenge inspired. 079:02,429[A ]| Pantheus, Apollo's priest, a sacred name, 079:02,430[A ]| Had escape d the Grecian swords, and passed the flame: 079:02,431[A ]| With relics loaden, to$4$ my doors he fled, 079:02,432[A ]| And by$4$ the hand his tender grandson led. 079:02,433@a | "What hope, O Pantheus? whither can we run? 079:02,434@a | Where make a stand? and what may yet be done?" 079:02,435[A ]| Scarce had I said, when Pantheus, with a groan: 079:02,436@w | "Troy is no$2$ more, and Ilium was a town! 079:02,437@w | The fatal day, the appointed hour, is come, 079:02,438@w | When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom 079:02,439@w | Transfers the Trojan state to$4$ Grecian hands. 079:02,440@w | The fire consumes the town, the foe commands; 079:02,441@w | And armed hosts, an unexpected force, 079:02,442@w | Break from the bowels of the fatal horse. 079:02,443@w | Within the gates, proud Sinon throws about 079:02,444@w | The flames; and foes for$4$ entrance press without, 079:02,445@w | With thousand others, whom I fear to$9$ name, 079:02,446@w | More than from Argos or Mycenae came. 079:02,447@w | To$4$ several posts their parties they divide; 079:02,448@w | Some block the narrow streets, some scour the wide: 079:02,449@w | The bold they kill, the unwary they surprise; 079:02,450@w | Who$6#1$ fights finds death, and death finds him who$6#1$ flies. 079:02,451@w | The warders of the gate but scarce maintain 079:02,452@w | The unequal combat, and resist in$4$ vain." 079:02,453[A ]| I heard; and Heaven, that$6#1$ well-born souls inspires, 079:02,454[A ]| Prompts me through lifted swords and rising fires 079:02,455[A ]| To$9$ run where clashing arms and clamour calls, 079:02,456[A ]| And rush undaunted to$9$ defend the walls. 079:02,457[A ]| Ripheus and Iphitus by$4$ my side engage, 079:02,458[A ]| For$4$ valour one renowned, and one for$4$ age. 079:02,459[A ]| Dymas and Hypanis by$4$ moonlight knew 079:02,460[A ]| My motions and my mien, and to$4$ my party drew; 079:02,461[A ]| With young Coroebus, who$6#1$ by$4$ love was led 079:02,462[A ]| To$9$ win renown and fair Cassandra's bed, 079:02,463[A ]| And lately brought his troops to$4$ Priam's aid, 079:02,464[A ]| Forewarned in$4$ vain by$4$ the prophetic maid. 079:02,465[A ]| Whom when I saw resolved in$4$ arms to$9$ fall, 079:02,466[A ]| And that$3$ one spirit animated all: 079:02,467@a | "Brave souls!" 079:02,467[A ]| said I, ~~ 079:02,467@a | "but brave, alas! in$4$ vain ~~ 079:02,468@a | Come, finish what our cruel fates ordain. 079:02,469@a | You see the desperate state of our affairs, 079:02,470@a | And heaven's protecting powers are deaf to$4$ prayers. 079:02,471@a | The passive gods behold the Greeks defile 079:02,472@a | Their temples, and abandon to$4$ the spoil 079:02,473@a | Their own abodes: we, feeble few, conspire 079:02,474@a | To$9$ save a sinking town, involved in$4$ fire. 079:02,475@a | Then let us fall, but fall amidst our foes: 079:02,476@a | Despair of life the means of living shows." 079:02,477[A ]| So$5#1$ bold a speech incouraged their desire 079:02,478[A ]| Of death, and added fuel to$4$ their fire. 079:02,479[A ]| As hungry wolves, with raging appetite, 079:02,480[A ]| Scour through the fields, nor fear the stormy night ~~ 079:02,481[A ]| Their whelps at home expect the promised food, 079:02,482[A ]| And long to$9$ temper their dry chaps in$4$ blood ~~ 079:02,483[A ]| So$3$ rushed we forth at once; resolved to$9$ die, 079:02,484[A ]| Resolved, in$4$ death, the last extremes to$9$ try. 079:02,485[A ]| We leave the narrow lanes behind, and dare 079:02,486[A ]| The unequal combat in$4$ the public square: 079:02,487[A ]| Night was our friend; our leader was despair. 079:02,488[A ]| What tongue can tell the slaughter of that$6#2$ night? 079:02,489[A ]| What eyes can weep the sorrows and affright? 079:02,490[A ]| An ancient and imperial city falls: 079:02,491[A ]| The streets are filled with frequent funerals; 079:02,492[A ]| Houses and holy temples float in$4$ blood, 079:02,493[A ]| And hostile nations make a common flood. 079:02,494[A ]| Not only Trojans fall; but, in$4$ their turn, 079:02,495[A ]| The vanquished triumph, and the victors mourn. 079:02,496[A ]| Ours take new courage from despair and night: 079:02,497[A ]| Confused the fortune is, confused the fight. 079:02,498[A ]| All parts resound with tumults, plaints, and fears; 079:02,499[A ]| And grisly Death in$4$ sundry shapes appears. 079:02,500[A ]| Androgeos fell among us, with his band, 079:02,501[A ]| Who$6#1$ thought us Grecians newly come to$4$ land. 079:02,502@w | "From whence," 079:02,502[A ]| said he, 079:02,502@w | "my friends, this long delay? 079:02,503@w | You loiter, while the spoils are borne away: 079:02,504@w | Our ships are laden with the Trojan store; 079:02,505@w | And you, like$4$ truants, come too late ashore." 079:02,506[A ]| He said, but soon corrected his mistake, 079:02,507[A ]| Found, by$4$ the doubtful answers which$6#1$ we make: 079:02,508[A ]| Amazed, he would have shunned the unequal fight; 079:02,509[A ]| But we, more numerous, intercept his flight. 079:02,510[A ]| As when some peasant, in$4$ a bushy brake, 079:02,511[A ]| Has with unwary footing pressed a snake; 079:02,512[A ]| He starts aside, astonished, when he spies 079:02,513[A ]| His rising crest, blue neck, and rolling eyes; 079:02,514[A ]| So$3$ from our arms surprised Androgeos flies. 079:02,515[A ]| In$4$ vain; for$3$ him and his we compassed round, 079:02,516[A ]| Possessed with fear, unknowing of the ground, 079:02,517[A ]| And of their lives an easy conquest found. 079:02,518[A ]| Thus Fortune on$4$ our first endeavour smiled. 079:02,519[A ]| Coroebus then, with youthful hopes beguiled, 079:02,520[A ]| Swollen with success, and of a daring mind, 079:02,521[A ]| This new invention fatally designed. 079:02,522@w | "My friends," 079:02,522[A ]| said he, 079:02,522@w | "since Fortune shows the way, 079:02,523@w | It is fit we should the auspicious guide obey. 079:02,524@w | For$4$ what has she these Grecian arms bestowed, 079:02,525@w | But their destruction, and the Trojans' good? 079:02,526@w | Then change we shields, and their devices bear: 079:02,527@w | Let fraud supply the want of force in$4$ war. 079:02,528@w | They find us arms." 079:02,528[A ]| This said, himself he dressed 079:02,529[A ]| In$4$ dead Androgeos' spoils, his upper vest, 079:02,530[A ]| His painted buckler, and his plumy crest. 079:02,531[A ]| Thus Ripheus, Dymas, all the Trojan train, 079:02,532[A ]| Lay down their own attire, and strip the slain. 079:02,533[A ]| Mixed with the Greeks, we go with ill presage, 079:02,534[A ]| Flattered with hopes to$9$ glut our greedy rage; 079:02,535[A ]| Unknown, assaulting whom we blindly meet, 079:02,536[A ]| And strew with Grecian carcasses the street. 079:02,537[A ]| Thus while their straggling parties we defeat, 079:02,538[A ]| Some to$4$ the shore and safer ships retreat; 079:02,539[A ]| And some, oppressed with more ignoble fear, 079:02,540[A ]| Remount the hollow horse, and pant in$4$ secret there. 079:02,541[A ]| But, ah! what use of valour can be made, 079:02,542[A ]| When heaven's propitious powers refuse their aid! 079:02,543[A ]| Behold the royal prophetess, the fair 079:02,544[A ]| Cassandra, dragged by$4$ her dishevelled hair, 079:02,545[A ]| Whom not Minerva's shrine, nor sacred bands, 079:02,546[A ]| In$4$ safety could protect from sacrilegious hands: 079:02,547[A ]| On heaven she cast her eyes, she sighed, she cried ~~ 079:02,548[A ]| It was all she could ~~ her tender arms were tied. 079:02,549[A ]| So$5#1$ sad a sight Coroebus could not bear; 079:02,550[A ]| But, fired with rage, distracted with despair, 079:02,551[A ]| Amid the barbarous ravishers he flew: 079:02,552[A ]| Our leader's rash example we pursue. 079:02,553[A ]| But storms of stones, from the proud temple's height, 079:02,554[A ]| Pour down, and on$4$ our battered helms alight: 079:02,555[A ]| We from our friends received this fatal blow, 079:02,556[A ]| Who$6#1$ thought us Grecians, as we seemed in$4$ show. 079:02,557[A ]| They aim at the mistaken crests, from high; 079:02,558[A ]| And ours beneath the ponderous ruin lie. 079:02,559[A ]| Then, moved with anger and disdain, to$9$ see 079:02,560[A ]| Their troops dispersed, the royal virgin free, 079:02,561[A ]| The Grecians rally, and their powers unite, 079:02,562[A ]| With fury charge us, and renew the fight. 079:02,563[A ]| The brother kings with Ajax join their force, 079:02,564[A ]| And the whole squadron of Thessalian horse. 079:02,565[A ]| Thus, when the rival winds their quarrel try, 079:02,566[A ]| Contending for$4$ the kingdom of the sky, 079:02,567[A ]| South, east, and west, on airy coursers borne; 079:02,568[A ]| The whirlwind gathers, and the woods are torn: 079:02,569[A ]| Then Nereus strikes the deep; the billows rise, 079:02,570[A ]| And, mixed with ooze and sand, pollute the skies. 079:02,571[A ]| The troops we squandered first again appear 079:02,572[A ]| From several quarters, and enclose the rear. 079:02,573[A ]| They first observe, and to$4$ the rest betray, 079:02,574[A ]| Our different speech; our borrowed arms survey. 079:02,575[A ]| Oppressed with odds, we fall; Coroebus first, 079:02,576[A ]| At Pallas' altar, by$4$ Peneleus pierced. 079:02,577[A ]| Then Ripheus followed, in$4$ the unequal fight; 079:02,578[A ]| Just of his word, observant of the right: 079:02,579[A ]| Heaven thought not so$5#2$. Dymas their fate attends, 079:02,580[A ]| With Hypanis, mistaken by$4$ their friends. 079:02,581[A ]| Nor, Pantheus, thee, thy mitre, nor the bands 079:02,582[A ]| Of awful Phoebus, saved from impious hands. 079:02,583[A ]| Ye Trojan flames, your testimony bear, 079:02,584[A ]| What I performed, and what I suffered there; 079:02,585[A ]| No$2$ sword avoiding in$4$ the fatal strife, 079:02,586[A ]| Exposed to$4$ death, and prodigal of life; 079:02,587[A ]| Witness, ye heavens! I live not by$4$ my fault: 079:02,588[A ]| I strove to$9$ have deserved the death I sought. 079:02,589[A ]| But, when I could not fight, and would have died, 079:02,590[A ]| Borne off to$4$ distance by$4$ the growing tide, 079:02,591[A ]| Old Iphitus and I were hurried thence, 079:02,592[A ]| With Pelias wounded, and without defence. 079:02,593[A ]| New clamours from the invested palace ring: 079:02,594[A ]| We run to$9$ die, or disengage the king. 079:02,595[A ]| So$5#1$ hot the assault, so$5#1$ high the tumult rose, 079:02,596[A ]| While ours defend, and while the Greeks oppose 079:02,597[A ]| As all the Dardan and Argolic race 079:02,598[A ]| Had been contracted in$4$ that$6#2$ narrow space; 079:02,599[A ]| Or as all Ilium else were void of fear, 079:02,600[A ]| And tumult, war, and slaughter, only there. 079:02,601[A ]| Their targets in$4$ a tortoise cast, the foes, 079:02,602[A ]| Secure advancing, to$4$ the turrets rose: 079:02,603[A ]| Some mount the scaling ladders; some, more bold, 079:02,604[A ]| Swerve upwards, and by$4$ posts and pillars hold; 079:02,605[A ]| Their left hand grips their bucklers in$4$ the ascent, 079:02,606[A ]| While with their right they seize the battlement. 079:02,607[A ]| From their demolished towers the Trojans throw 079:02,608[A ]| Huge heaps of stones, that$6#1$, falling, crush the foe; 079:02,609[A ]| And heavy beams and rafters from the sides 079:02,610[A ]| (Such arms their last necessity provides) 079:02,611[A ]| And gilded roofs, come tumbling from on high, 079:02,612[A ]| The marks of state and ancient royalty. 079:02,613[A ]| The guards below, fixed in$4$ the pass, attend 079:02,614[A ]| The charge undaunted, and the gate defend. 079:02,615[A ]| Renewed in$4$ courage with recovered breath, 079:02,616[A ]| A second time we ran to$9$ tempt our death, 079:02,617[A ]| To$9$ clear the palace from the foe, succeed 079:02,618[A ]| The weary living, and revenge the dead. 079:02,619[A ]| A postern door, yet unobserved and free, 079:02,620[A ]| Joined by$4$ the length of a blind gallery, 079:02,621[A ]| To$4$ the king's closet led: a way well known 079:02,622[A ]| To$4$ Hector's wife, while Priam held the throne, 079:02,623[A ]| Through which$6#1$ she brought Astyanax, unseen, 079:02,624[A ]| To$9$ cheer his grandsire and his grandsire's queen. 079:02,625[A ]| Through this we pass, and mount the tower, from whence 079:02,626[A ]| With unavailing arms the Trojans make defence. 079:02,627[A ]| From this the trembling king had oft descried 079:02,628[A ]| The Grecian camp, and saw their navy ride. 079:02,629[A ]| Beams from its lofty height with swords we hew, 079:02,630[A ]| Then, wrenching with our hands, the assault renew; 079:02,631[A ]| And, where the rafters on$4$ the columns meet, 079:02,632[A ]| We push them headlong with our arms and feet. 079:02,633[A ]| The lightning flies not swifter than the fall, 079:02,634[A ]| Nor thunder louder than the ruined wall: 079:02,635[A ]| Down goes the top at once; the Greeks beneath 079:02,636[A ]| Are piecemeal torn, or pounded into death. 079:02,637[A ]| Yet more succeed, and more to$4$ death are sent; 079:02,638[A ]| We cease not from above, nor they below relent. 079:02,639[A ]| Before the gate stood Pyrrhus, threatening loud, 079:02,640[A ]| With glittering arms conspicuous in$4$ the crowd. 079:02,641[A ]| So$5#2$ shines, renewed in$4$ youth, the crested snake, 079:02,642[A ]| Who$6#1$ slept the winter in$4$ a thorny brake, 079:02,643[A ]| And, casting off his slough when spring returns, 079:02,644[A ]| Now looks aloft, and with new glory burns; 079:02,645[A ]| Restored with poisonous herbs, his ardent sides 079:02,646[A ]| Reflect the sun; and raised on spires he rides; 079:02,647[A ]| High over the grass, hissing he rolls along, 079:02,648[A ]| And brandishes by$4$ fits his forky tongue. 079:02,649[A ]| Proud Periphas, and fierce Automedon, 079:02,650[A ]| His father's charioteer, together run 079:02,651[A ]| To$9$ force the gate; the Scyrian infantry 079:02,652[A ]| Rush on in$4$ crowds, and the barred passage free. 079:02,653[A ]| Entering the court, with shouts the skies they rend; 079:02,654[A ]| And flaming firebrands to$4$ the roofs ascend. 079:02,655[A ]| Himself, among the foremost, deals his blows, 079:02,656[A ]| And with his axe repeated strokes bestows 079:02,657[A ]| On$4$ the strong doors; then all their shoulders ply, 079:02,658[A ]| Till from the posts the brazen hinges fly. 079:02,659[A ]| He hews apace; the double bars at length 079:02,660[A ]| Yield to$4$ his axe and unresisted strength. 079:02,661[A ]| A mighty breach is made: the rooms concealed 079:02,662[A ]| Appear, and all the palace is revealed; 079:02,663[A ]| The halls of audience, and of public state, 079:02,664[A ]| And where the lonely queen in$4$ secret sat. 079:02,665[A ]| Armed soldiers now by$4$ trembling maids are seen, 079:02,666[A ]| With not a door, and scarce a space, between. 079:02,667[A ]| The house is filled with loud laments and cries, 079:02,668[A ]| And shrieks of women rend the vaulted skies; 079:02,669[A ]| The fearful matrons run from place to$4$ place, 079:02,670[A ]| And kiss the thresholds, and the posts embrace. 079:02,671[A ]| The fatal work inhuman Pyrrhus plies, 079:02,672[A ]| And all his father sparkles in$4$ his eyes; 079:02,673[A ]| Nor bars, nor fighting guards, his force sustain: 079:02,674[A ]| The bars are broken, and the guards are slain. 079:02,675[A ]| In$5$ rush the Greeks, and all the apartments fill; 079:02,676[A ]| Those few defendants whom they find, they kill. 079:02,677[A ]| Not with so$5#1$ fierce a rage the foaming flood 079:02,678[A ]| Roars, when he finds his rapid course withstood; 079:02,679[A ]| Bears down the dams with unresisted sway, 079:02,680[A ]| And sweeps the cattle and the cots away. 079:02,681[A ]| These eyes beheld him when he marched between 079:02,682[A ]| The brother kings: I saw the unhappy queen, 079:02,683[A ]| The hundred wives, and where old Priam stood, 079:02,684[A ]| To$9$ stain his hallowed altar with his brood. 079:02,685[A ]| The fifty nuptial beds (such hopes had he, 079:02,686[A ]| So$5#1$ large a promise, of a progeny), 079:02,687[A ]| The posts, of plated gold, and hung with spoils, 079:02,688[A ]| Fell the reward of the proud victor's toils. 079:02,689[A ]| Wherever the raging fire had left a space, 079:02,690[A ]| The Grecians enter and possess the place. 079:02,691[A ]| Perhaps you may of Priam's fate enquire. 079:02,692[A ]| He, when he saw his regal town on fire, 079:02,693[A ]| His ruined palace, and his entering foes, 079:02,694[A ]| On$4$ every side inevitable woes, 079:02,695[A ]| In$4$ arms, disused, invests his limbs, decayed, 079:02,696[A ]| Like$4$ them, with age; a late and useless aid. 079:02,697[A ]| His feeble shoulders scarce the weight sustain; 079:02,698[A ]| Loaded, not armed, he creeps along with pain, 079:02,699[A ]| Despairing of success, ambitious to$9$ be slain! 079:02,700[A ]| Uncovered but by$4$ heaven, there stood in$4$ view 079:02,700[A ]| An altar; near the hearth a laurel grew, 079:02,701[A ]| Doddered with age, whose boughs encompass round 079:02,702[A ]| The household gods, and shade the holy ground. 079:02,703[A ]| Here Hecuba, with all her helpless train 079:02,704[A ]| Of dames, for$4$ shelter sought, but sought in$4$ vain. 079:02,705[A ]| Driven like$4$ a flock of doves along the sky, 079:02,706[A ]| Their images they hug, and to$4$ their altars fly. 079:02,707[A ]| The Queen, when she beheld her trembling lord, 079:02,708[A ]| And hanging by$4$ his side a heavy sword, 079:02,709@j | "What rage," 079:02,709[A ]| she cried, 079:02,709@j | "has seized my husband's mind? 079:02,710@j | What arms are these, and to$4$ what use designed? 079:02,711@j | These times want other aids! Were Hector here, 079:02,712@j | Even Hector now in$4$ vain, like$4$ Priam, would appear. 079:02,713@j | With us, one common shelter thou shalt find, 079:02,714@j | Or in$4$ one common fate with us be joined." 079:02,715[A ]| She said, and with a last salute embraced 079:02,716[A ]| The poor old man, and by$4$ the laurel placed. 079:02,717[A ]| Behold! Polites, one of Priam's sons, 079:02,718[A ]| Pursued by$4$ Pyrrhus, there for$4$ safety runs. 079:02,719[A ]| Through swords and foes, amazed and hurt, he flies 079:02,720[A ]| Through empty courts and open galleries. 079:02,721[A ]| Him Pyrrhus, urging with his lance, pursues, 079:02,722[A ]| And often reaches, and his thrusts renews. 079:02,723[A ]| The youth, transfixed, with lamentable cries, 079:02,724[A ]| Expires before his wretched parent's eyes: 079:02,725[A ]| Whom gasping at his feet when Priam saw, 079:02,726[A ]| The fear of death gave place to$4$ nature's law; 079:02,727[A ]| And, shaking more with anger than with age, 079:02,728@h | "The gods," 079:02,728[A ]| said he, 079:02,728@h | "requite thy brutal rage! 079:02,729@h | As sure they will$1$, barbarian, sure they must, 079:02,730@h | If there be gods in$4$ heaven, and gods be just ~~ 079:02,731@h | Who$6#1$ takest in$4$ wrongs an insolent delight; 079:02,732@h | With a son's death to$9$ infect a father's sight. 079:02,733@h | Not he, whom thou and lying fame conspire 079:02,734@h | To$9$ call thee his ~~ not he, thy vaunted sire, 079:02,735@h | Thus used my wretched age: the gods he feared, 079:02,736@h | The laws of nature and of nations heard. 079:02,737@h | He cheered my sorrows, and, for$4$ sums of gold, 079:02,738@h | The bloodless carcass of my Hector sold; 079:02,739@h | Pitied the woes a parent underwent, 079:02,740@h | And sent me back in$4$ safety from his tent." 079:02,741[A ]| This said, his feeble hand a javelin threw, 079:02,742[A ]| Which$6#1$, fluttering, seemed to$9$ loiter as it flew: 079:02,743[A ]| Just, and but barely, to$4$ the mark it held, 079:02,744[A ]| And faintly tinkled on$4$ the brazen shield. 079:02,745[A ]| Then Pyrrhus thus: 079:02,745@k | "Go thou from me to$4$ fate, 079:02,746@k | And to$4$ my father my foul deeds relate. 079:02,747@k | Now die!" 079:02,747[A ]| With that$6#2$ he dragged the trembling sire, 079:02,748[A ]| Slithering through clotted blood and holy mire, 079:02,749[A ]| (The mingled paste his murdered son had made,) 079:02,750[A ]| Hauled from beneath the violated shade, 079:02,751[A ]| And on$4$ the sacred pile the royal victim laid. 079:02,752[A ]| His right hand held his bloody falchion bare, 079:02,753[A ]| His left he twisted in$4$ his hoary hair; 079:02,754[A ]| Then, with a speeding thrust, his heart he found: 079:02,755[A ]| The lukewarm blood came rushing through the wound, 079:02,756[A ]| And sanguine streams distained the sacred ground. 079:02,757[A ]| Thus Priam fell, and shared one common fate 079:02,758[A ]| With Troy in$4$ ashes, and his ruined state: 079:02,759[A ]| He, who$6#1$ the sceptre of all Asia swayed, 079:02,760[A ]| Whom monarchs like$4$ domestic slaves obeyed. 079:02,761[A ]| On$4$ the bleak shore now lies the abandoned king, 079:02,762[A ]| A headless carcass, and a nameless thing.