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-The son of Æson prudent thus replied. “ Harsh were thy words, but rage those words supplied. " -A cruel charge!-desert the man I lov'd!“ But be resentment from my soul remov’d.-“ Tho' feeling suffer'd, I can prize thy worth.« 'Twas jealous friendship call'd reproaches forth. “ Not thine the motives of plebeian strife, “ The sordid incidents of vulgar life, “ A flock of sheep, or other selfish claim, 2040 “ That wakes in little minds contention's flame; “ And were I wrong'd, thy just and noblest heart “Would prompt for me, the same ingenuous part.”.
He said—and love succeeds to stern debate, With spirits harmoniz'd the heroes sate. -The friends, meantime, their destinies attend; One fated to behold his walls ascend; And one to meet, upon his native plains, The dreadful tasks Eurystheus' ire ordains. The son of Jove his ravish'd Hylas sought, 2050 With furious action, and distemper'd thought; -He calls on Hylas.-Unavailing call! His direful threats the Mysian swains appal.
" Restore him living, or produce him slain;
The wind, propitious to the vessel's flight,
A rising shore the mariners survey, i
THE END OF THE FIRST BOOK.
BOOK THE SECOND.
The Argonauts having arrived at the country of the
Bebrycians, Amycus, king of that people, challenges them to produce a person able to contend with him in boxing.--Pollux accepts the challenge, and kills his antagonist.—A battle ensues, between the Argonauts and Bebrycians.— The former kill many of their opponents, and compel the rest to save themselves by flight. The Argonauts find Phineus deprived of sight, who implores their aid against the harpies, who used to carry away his food, before he could taste it.-- Phineus, it seems, knew, by prophetic inspiration, long before the arrival of the adventurers, that they were fated, to drive away the monsters, that persecuted him.-- In compliance with his prayers, the sons of Borcds undertake the task; and chace the harpies to the islands called the Strophades.-Phineus, meantime, explains to the Argonauts the course of their navigation to Colchos.--The sons of Boreas return, and give an account of their pursuit of the harpies, and how they were prevented from destroying them, by the interposition of Iris.-Cause of the blindness of Phineus.-Of Cyrene, daughter of Hypseus, and Aristaus, her son by Apollo.-- Fables res. specting the Etesian winds.- Argonauts pass the Symplegades. – Reach a desert island on the coast of Bithynia.--Phebus appears to them there. They erect an altar, and worship him, by the name of Phebus Eous.-They reach the country of the Mariandyni.
-Lycus, king of the district, receives them in the most friendly manner; on account of their having
punished his enemy, Amycus.--Here, Idmon, the prophet, dies, being wounded by a wild boar; and also Tiphys the pilot.-Ancæus offers his services to preside at the helm; and they are accepted.--The Argonauts pass various places. -Customs and manners of the Chalybes, Mosynæci, and Tibareni.-- Fa.. bulous birds in the isle of Mars, expelled by the Argonauts. The sons of Phryxus, by Chalciope, the daughter of Æetes, who had been shipwrecked on the island, in their passage to Orchomenus, are found there by the Argonauts.—They recognise each other, and proceed to Colchos.
Where haughty Amycus possest the land,
As at the ship he question'd their descent,
" For, should you dare this ordinance to scorn, " The bitter fruits in common must be borne.”
His vauntive words the Greeks with anger fir'd And Pollux chief with generous rage inspir'd.
The champion of the social band he stood“Whoe'er thou art, forbear this taunting mood. " Thy threats are needless-we the rule obey“ Accept the combat, then resume our way. 30 " I freely promise, to sustain the fight." Approach; and let me prove thine utmost might.”
Thus he undaunted. At the youth so bold, The tyrant glar'd-his eyes in fury rollid. Pierc'd by the javelin with a madding wound, The lion thus, whom men and dogs surround, Compacted circle, rolls his blood-stain'd eyes; Nor heeds the crowd, but on the hunter flies, Whose aim, unerring yet imperfect, sped The wound, that fail'd to mix him with the dead. 40
The son of Tyndarus * then laid aside His mantle soft in brightest tincture dy'd. From looms of Lemnos the smooth texture came, The fond memorial of a gentle dame. Loos'd from the clasps aside the monarch threw His thick and double cloak of sable hue. With it his sheephook on the ground he laid, Knotty and tough, of mountain olive made.Amid their followers,t on the tawny sand, Unlike in size and form, the champions stand. 50 Round the selected space their eyes they throw. Their train are seated in a two-fold row. Tow'ring in horrid strength the monarch stood, Like fell Typhaus, or that monstrous brood, Which earth, enrag'd against the pow'rs above, Produc'd, to wage presumptuous war with Jove.