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But the harsh king deny'd to do him right,
And drove the trembling prophet from his fight.
Apollo heard his injur'd fuppliant's cry,

And dealt his arrows through th' infected sky;
The swift contagion, fent by his.commands,
Swept through the camp, and thinn'd theGrecian bands.
The guilty cause a facred augur fhow'd,

• And I first mov'd to mitigate the god.

At this the tyrant storm'd, and vengeance vow'd; And now too foon hath made his threatnings good. Chryfeïs first with gifts to Chryfa fent, His heralds came this moment to my tent, And bore Brifeïs thence, my beauteous flave, Th' allotted prize, which the leagu'd Grecians gave. Thou goddefs, then, and thou, I know, haft power, For thine own fon the might of Jove implore. Oft in my father's house I 've heard thee tell, • When fudden fears on heaven's great monarch fell, • Thy aid the rebel deities o'ercame,

• And fav'd the mighty thunderer from shame.

Pallas, and Neptune, and great Juno, bound • The fire in chains, and hem'd their fovereign round. Thy voice, O goddess, broke their idle bands, And call'd the giant of the hundred hands, The prodigy, whom heaven and earth revere, Briareus nam'd above, Ægeon here.

His father Neptune he in ftrength surpass'd; 'At Jove's right hand his hideous form he plac'd, Proud of his might. The gods with fecret dread, Beheld the huge enormous fhape and fled.

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Remind him then: for well thou know'ft the art :
Go, clasp his knees, and melt his mighty heart.
Let the driven Argians, hunted o'er the plain,
Seek the last verge of this tempe stuous main :
There let them perish, void of all relief,
My wrongs remember, and enjoy their chief.
Too late with anguifh fhall his heart be torn,
That the firft Greek was made the public fcorn.'
Then the (with tears her azure eyes ran o'er :)
Why bore I thee! or nourish'd, when I bore!
Bleft, if within thy tent, and free from strife,
Thou might'ft poffefs thy poor remains of life.
Thy death approaching now the fates foreshow;
Short is thy deftin'd term, and full of woe.
Ill-fated thou! and oh unhappy I !

But hence to the celeftial courts I fly,

Where, hid in fnow, to heaven Olympus fwells,
And Jove, rejoicing in his thunder, dwells.
'Meantime, my fon, indulge thy just disdain :
Vent all thy rage, and shun the hostile plain,
Till Jove returns. Laft night my waves he crofs'd,
And fought the distant Ethiopian coast :
Along the skies his radiant course he steer'd,
• Behind him all the train of gods appear'd,
A bright proceffion. To the holy feast
Of blameless men he goes a grateful guest.

To heaven he comes, when twice fix days are o'er!
Thén fhall his voice the fire of gods implore,
Then to my lofty mansion will I pass,
Founded on rocks of ever-during brafs :

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There wil I clafp his knees with wonted art, Nor doubt, my fon, but I fhall melt his heart.• She ceas'd and left him loft in doubtful care, And bent on vengeance for the ravish'd fair.

But, fafe arriv'd near Chryfa's facred strand,
The fage Ulyffes now advanc'd to land.

Along the coaft he fhoots with fwelling gales,
Then lowers the lofty maft, and furls the fails;
Next plies to port with many a well-tim'd oar,
And drops his anchors near the faithful shore.
The bark now fix'd amidst the rolling tide,
Chryfeïs follows her experienc'd guide:
The gifts to Phoebus from the Grecian hoft,
A herd of bulls went bellowing o'er the coaft.
To the god's fane, high looking o'er the land,
He led, and near the altar took his stand,
Then gave her to the joyful father's hand.

• All hail! Atrides fets thy daughter free,
• Sends offerings to thy god, and gifts to thee.
• But thou intreat the power, whose dreadful sway
Afflicts his camp, and fweeps his hoft away.'
He faid, and gave her. The fond father finil'd
With fecret rapture, and embrac'd his child.

The victims now they range in chofen bands,
And offer gifts with unpolluted hands:
When with loud voice, and arms up-rear'd in air,
The hoary prieft prefer'd this powerful prayer:

Dread warrior with the filver bow, give ear:

• Patron of Chryfa and of Cilla, hear.

• About this dome thou walk'st thy conftant round: Still have my vows thy power propitious found.

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e Rous'd by my prayers ev'n now thy vengeance burns,
And fmit by thee, the Grecian army mourns.
Hear me once more; and let the fuppliant foe
'Avert thy wrath, and flack thy dreadful bow.'
He pray'd and great Apollo heard his prayer.
The fuppliants now their votive rites prepare :
Amid the flames they caft the hallow'd bread,
And heaven-ward turn each victim's deftin'd head:
Next flay the fatted bulls, their skins divide,
And from each carcafe rend the finoking hide;
On every limb large rolls of fat bestow,
And chofen morfels round the offerings ftrow:
Mysterious rites. Then on the fire divine
The great high priest pours forth the ruddy wine;
Himself the offering burns. On either hand
A troop of youths, in decent order, ftand.
On fharpen'd forks, obedient to the fire,
They turn the tasteful fragments in the fire,
Adorn the feaft, fee every difh well-ftor'd,-
And ferve the plenteous/mefles to the board.

When now the various feafts had chear'd their fouls, With sparkling wines they crown the generous bowls, The first libations to Apollo pay,”

And folemnize with facred hymns the day:

His praife in Lö Peans loud they sing,
And footh the rage of the far-fhooting king.

At evening, through the shore difpers'd, they fleep,
Hufh'd by the diftant roarings of the deep.

When now, afcending from the fhades of night,
Aurora glow'd in all her rofy light,

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The daughter of the dawn: th' awaken'd crew
Back to the Greeks encamp'd their course renew.
The breezes freshen: for with friendly gales
Apollo fwell'd their wide, diftended, fails:
Cleft by the rapid prow, the waves divide,
And in hoarfe murmurs break on either fide.
In fafety to the deftin'd port they pass'd,
And fix'd their bark with grappling haulfers fast;
Then dragg'd her farther, on the dry-land coast,
Regain'd their tents, and mingled in the host.

But fierce Achilles, ftill on vengeance bent,
Cherifh'd his wrath, and madden'd in his tent.
Th' affembled chiefs he fhun'd with high difdain,
A band of kings: nor fought the hoftile plain;
But long'd to hear the distant troops engage,
The ftrife grow doubtful, and the battle rage.
Twelve days were past; and now th' ethereal train,
Jove at their head, to heaven return'd again :
When Thetis, from the deep prepar'd to rife,
Shot through a big-fwol'n wave, and pierc'd the skies.
At early morn fhe reach'd the realms above,
The court of gods, the residence of Jove.

On the top-point of high Olympus, crown'd With hills on hills, him far apart fhe found, Above the reft. The earth beneath display'd (A boundless profpect) his broad eye furvey'd. Her left hand grasp'd his knees, her right she rear'd, And touch'd with blandishment his awful beard; Then, fuppliant, with fubmiffive voice implor'd Old Saturn's fon, the god by gods ador'd ;

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