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Whilst from the hollows of his womb proceed Chiefly when this stupendous pile was ras'd,
Groans, not his own; and had not Fate decreed Strange noises fill'd the air; we, all amaz'd,
Our ruin, we had fill'd with Grecian blood Dispatch Eurypylus t'inquire our fates,
The place; then Troy and Priam's throne had who thus the sentence of the gods relates ;

* A virgin's slaughter did the storm appease, Meanwhile a fetter'd prisoner to the king When first towards Troy the Grecians took the With joyful shouts the Dardan shepherds bring,

seas; Who to betray us did himself betray,

Their safe retreat another Grecian's blood At once the taker, and at once the prey ;

Must purchase.' All at this confounded stood; Firmly prepar'd, of one event securd,

Each thinks himself the man, the fear on aii Or of his death or his design assur'd.

Of what, the mischief but on one can fall. The Trojan youth about the captive flock, Then Calchas (by Ulysses first inspird) To wonder, or to pity, or to mock.

Was urg'd to name whom th' angry gods reNow hear the Grecian fraud, and from this one

quird ; Conjecture all the rest.

Yet was I warn'd (for many were as well Disarm’d, disorder'd, casting round his eyes Inspir'd as he, and did my fate foretel) On all the troops that guarded him, he cries, Ten days the prophet in suspence remain'd, What land, what sea, for me what fate at Would no man's fate pronounce; at last, contends?

strain'd Caught by my foes, condemned by my friends, By Ithacus, he solemnly design'd Incensed Troy a wretched captive seeks

Me for the sacrifice; the people join'd To sacrifice; a fugitive, the Greeks.”

In glad consent, and all their common fear To pity this complaint our former rage

Determine in my fate. The day drew near, Converts, we now inquire his parentage,

The sacred rites prepar'd, my temples crown'd What of their counsels or affairs he knew : With holy wreaths; then I confess I found Then fearless he replies, Great king, to you The means to my escape, my bonds I brake, All truth I shall relate: nor first can I

Fled from my guards, and in a muddy lake Myself to be of Grecian birth deny ;

Amongst the sedges all the night lay hid, And though my outward state misfortune hath Till they their sails bad hoist (if so they did). Deprest thus low, it cannot reach my faith. And now, alas ! no hope remains for me You may by chance have heard the famous My home, my father, and my sons to see, name

Whom they, enrag'd, will kill for my offence, Of Palamede, who from old Belus came,

And punish, for my guilt, their innocence, Whom, but for voting peace, the Greeks pursue, Those gods who know the truths I now relate, Accus'd unjustly, then unjustly slew,

That faith which yet remains inviolate Yet mourn'd his death. My father was his By mortal men; by these I beg, redress friend.

My causeless wrongs, and pity such distress.” And me to his commands did recommend, And now true pity in exchange he finds While laws and counsels did his throne support ; For his false tears, his tongue his hands unI but a youth, yet some esteem and port

• binds. We then did bear, till by Ulysses' craft

" Then spake the king, Be ours, whoe'er thou (Things known I speak) he was of life bereft: Since in dark sorrow I my days did spend, Forget the Greeks. But first the truth impart, Till now, disdaining his unworthy end,

Why did they raise, or to what use intend I could not silence my complaints, but vow'd This pile? to a war-like, or religious end?” Revenge, if ever fate or chance allow'd

Skilful in fraud (his native art), his hands My wish'd return to Greece; from hence his Toward Heaven he rajs'd, deliver'd now from hate,

bands. From thence my crimes, and all my ills bear “Ye pure æthereal flames, ye powers ador'd date :

By mortal men, ye altars, and the sword Old guilt fresh malice gives ; the peoples' ears I scap'd, ye sacred fillets that involv'd He fills with rumours, and their hearts with My destin'd head, grant I may stand absolv'd fears,

From all their laws and rights, relounce ail And then the prophet to his party drew.

name But why do I these thankless truths pursue : Of faith or love, their secret thoughts proclaim; Or why defer your rage? on me, for all Only, O Troy, preserve thy faith to me, The Greeks, let your revenging fury fall.

If what I shall relate preserveth thee. Ulysses this, th’Atridæ this desire

From Pallas' favour, all our hopes, and all At any rate.” We straight are set on fire Counsels and actions, took original, (Unpractis'd in such mysteries, to inquire

Till Diomed (for such attempts made fit - The manner and the cause, which thus be By dire conjunction with Ulysses' wit) told,

Assails the sacred tower, the guards they slay, With gestures humble, as his tale was bold. Defile with bloody hands, and thence convey “Oft have the Greeks (the siege detesting) The fatal image; straight with our success tir'd

Our hopes fell back, whilst prodigies express With tedious war, a stolen retreat desir'd, Her just disdain, her flaming eyes did throw And would to Heaven they'd gone : but still dis Flashes of lightning, from each part did flow may'd

A briny sweat, thrice brandishing her spear, By seas or skies, unwillingly they stay'd. Her statue from the ground itself did rear;



Then, that we should our sacrilege restore, Some dance, some baul the rope ; at last let And re-convey their gods from Argos' shore,

down Calchas persuades, till then we urge in vain It enters with a thundering noise the town, The fate of Troy. To measure back the main Oh Troy, the seat of gods, in war renown'd! They all consent, but to return again,

Three times it struck, as oft the clashing sound When reinforc'd with aids of gods and men. Of arms was heard, yet blinded by the power Thus Calchas; then, instead of that, this pile Of Fate, we place it in the sacred tower. To Pallas was design'd; to reconcile

Cassandra then foretels th’event, but she Th' offended power, and expiate our guilt ; Finds no belief (such was the gods' decree.) To this vast height and monstrous ştature built, The altars with fresh flowers we crown, and Lest, through your gates receiv'd, it might re

waste new

In feasts that day, which was (alas !) our last. Your vows to her, and her defence to you.

Now by the revolution of the skies, But if this sacred gift you disesteem,

Night's sable shadows from the ocean rise, The cruel plagues (which Heaven divert on Which heaven and earth, and the Greek frauds them!)

volv'd. Shall fall on Priam's state : but ifthe horse The city in secure repose dissolv'd, Your walls ascend, assisted by your force, When from the admiral's high poop appears A league'gainst Greece all Asia shall contract: A light, by which the Argive squadron steers Our sons then suffering what their sires would Their silent course to lium's well-known shore, act.”

When Sinon (sav'd by the gods' partial power) Thus by his fraud and our own faith o'er Opens the horse, and through the unlockt doors A feigned tear destroys us, against whom [come, To the free air the armed freight restores : Tydides nor Achilles could prevail,

Ulysses, Stheneleus, Tisander, slide Nor ten years conflict, nor a thousand sail. Down by a rope, Machaon was their guide; This seconded by a most sad portent,

Atrides, Pyrrhus, Thoas, Athamas, Which credit to the first imposture lent ;

And Epeus, who the fraud's contriver was : Laocoon, Neptune's priest, upon the day

The gates they seize; the guards, with sleep Devoted to that god, a bull did slay.

and wine When two prodigious serpents were descry'd, Opprest, surprise, and then their forces join. Whose circling strokes the sea's smooth face 'Twas then, when the first sweets of sleep na divide;

pair Above the deep they raise their scaly crests, Our bodies spent with toil, our minds with care, And stem the flood with their erected breasts, (The gods' best gift) when, bath'd in tears and Their winding tails advance and steer their

blood, course,

Before my face lamenting Hector stood And 'gainst the shore the breaking billows force. His aspect such when, soil'd with bloody dust, Now landing, from their brandish'd tongues there Draggd by the cords which through his feet came,

were thrust : A dreadful biss, and from their eyes a flame. By his insulting foe, O how transform'd Amaz'd we fly; directly in aline

How much unlike that Hector, who return'd Laocoon they pursue, and first entwine

Clad in Achilles' spoils : when he among (Each preying upon one) his tender sons; A thousand ships, (like Jove) his lightning flung! Then him, who armed to their rescue runs, His horrid beard and knotted tresses stood They seiz'd, and with entangling foes embrac'd, Stiff with his gore, and all his wounds ran ble His neck twice compassing, and twice his waist : Intranc'd Ilay, then (weeping) said, “ The joy, Their poisonous knots he strives to break and | The hope and stay of thy declining Trov ! tear,

What region held thee, whence so much desir'd, Wbile slime and blood his sacred wreaths be Art thou restor'd to us consum'd and tir'd smear;

With toils and deaths; but what sad cause conThen loudly roars, as when th' enraged bull

founds From th' altar flies, and from his wounded skull Thy once fair looks,or why appearthose wounds?'' Shakes the huge axe; the conquering serpents Regardless of my words, he no reply To cruel Pallas altar, and their lie

[Ay Returns, but with a dreadful groan doth cry, Under her feet, within her shield's extent. " Fly from the flame, O goddess-born, our walls We, in our fears, conclude this fate was sent The Greeks possess, and Troy confounded falls Justly on him, who struck the sacred oak

From all her glories ; if it might have stood With bis accursed lance. Then to invoke | By any power, by this right hand it should. The goddess, and let in the fatal horse,

What man could do, by me for Troy was done, We all consent.

Take here her reliques and her gods, to run A spacious breach we make, and Troy's proud | With them thy fate, with them new walls exwall,

pect, Built by the gods, by her own hands doth fall ; Which, tost on seas, thou shall at last erect:" Thus all their help to their own ruin give,

Then brings old Vesta from her sacred quire, Some draw with cords and some the monster Her holy wreaths, and her eternal fire. drive

Meanwhile the walls with doubtful cries resound With rolls and levers : thus our works it climbs, From far (for shady coverts did surround His with our fate ; the youth with songs aud | My father's house); approaching still more nes rhimes,

The clash of arms, and voice of men we hear :

Rouz'd from my bed, I speedily ascend | Nor only on the Trojans fell this doom,
The houses' tops, and listening there attend. Their hearts at last the vanquish'd re-assume;
As flames roll'd by the winds' conspiring force, | And now the victors fall: on all sides fears,
O'er full-ear'dcorn, or torrents' raging coure Groans and pale Death in all her shapes appears :
Bears down th’opposing oaks, the fields destroys, | Androgeus first with his whole troop was cast
And mocks the plough-man's toil, th' unlook'd | Upon us, with civility misplac'd ;
for noise

Thus greeting us, “ You lose by your delay, From neighbouring hills th' amazed shepherd Your share both of the honour and the prey ; hears;

Others the spoils of burning Troy convey Such my surprise, and such their rage appears. Back to those ships which you but now forsake,” First fell thy house, Ucalegon, then thine We making no return, his sad mistake Deiphobus, Sigæan seas did shine

Too late he finds: as when an unseen snake Bright with Troy's flames; the trumpets dreadful | A traveller's unwary fuot hath prest, sound

Who trembling starts when the snake's azure The louder groans of dying men confound ; Swoln with his rising anger, he espies, (crest, Give me my arms,” I cry'd, resolv'd to throw | So from our view surpriz'd Androgeus flies. Myself 'mong any that oppos'd the foe :

But here an easy victory we meet : [fect. Rage, anger, and despair at once suggest,

Fear binds their hands, and ignorance their That of all deaths to die in arms was best. Whilst fortune our first enterprize did aid, The first I met was Pantheus, Phoebus' priest, Encourag'd with success, Chorcebus said, Who, 'scaping with his gods and reliques, fied, “O friends we now by better Fates are led, And towards the shore his little grandchild led. And the fair path they lead us, let us tread. “ Pantheus, what hope remains ? what force, First change your arms, and their distinctions what place

The same, in foes, deceit and yirtue are."[bear; Made good ?” but sighing, he replies, “ Alas! Then of his arms Androgeus he divests, Trojans we were, and mighty llium was ;

His sword, his shield he takes, and plumed crests, But the last period, and the fatal hour

Then Ripheus, Dymas, and the rest, all glad Of Troy is come: our glory and our power Of the occasion, in fresh spoils are clad. Incensed Jove's transfers to Greciau hands; Thus mixt with Greeks, as if their fortune still The foe within the burning town commands; Follow'd their swords, we fight, pursue, and kill, And (like a smother'd fire) an unseen force Some re-ascend the horse, and he whose sides Breaks from the bowels of the fatal horse :

Let forth the valiant, now the coward hides. Insulting Sinon Aings about the flame,

Some to their safer guard, their ships, retire; And thousands more than e'er from Argos came But vain's that hope, 'gainst which the gods conPossess the gates, the passes, and the streets, Behold the royal virgin, the divine (spire: And these the sword o'ertakes, and those it meets. Cassandra, from Minerva's fatal shrine (vain, The guard nor fights, nor fies; their fate so Dragg’d by the hair, casting towards heaven, in near

Her eyes; for cords her tender hands did strain ; At once suspends their courage and their fear.” Choroebus, at the spectacle enrag'd Thus by the gods, and by Atrides' words

Flies in amidst the foes: we thus engag'd, Inspir'd, I make my way through fire, through To second him, among the thickest ran; swords,

Here first our ruin from our friends began, Where noises, tumults, outcries, and alarms, Who from the temple's battlements a shower I heard. First Iphitus, renown'd for arms, Of darts and arrows on our heads did pour; We mcet, who knew us (for the Moon did shine); They us for Greeks, and now the Greeks (who Then Ripheus, Hypanis, and Dymas join

Cassandra's rescue) us for Trojans slew. [knew Their force, and young Choræbus, Mygdon's Then from all parts Ulysses, Ajax then, Who, by the love of fair Cassandra, won, son, And then th’ Atridæ, rally all their men; Arriv'd but lately in her father's aid;

As winds, that meet from several coasts, contest, Unhappy, whom the threats could not dissuade Their prisons being broke, the south and west, Of his prophetic spouse;

And Eurus on his winged coursers borne, Whoin when I saw yet daring to maintain

Triumphing in their speed, the woods are torn, The fight, I said, “ Brave spirits (but in vain) And chasing Nereus with his trident throws Are you resolv'd to follow one who dares

The billows fr m the bottom; then all those Tempt all extremes; the state of our affairs Whu in the dark our fury did escape, You see : the gods have left ns, by whose aid Returning, know our borrow'd arms, and shape, Our empire stood; nor can the name be staid: And different dialect : then their numbers swell Then let us fall amidst our foes ; this one

And grow upon ns. First Choræbuis fell Relief the vanquish'd have, to hope for none." Before Minerva's altar, next did bleed Then reinforc'd, as in a stormy night

| Just Ripheus, whom no Trojan did exceed Wolves urged by their raging appetite

In virtue, yet the gods his fate decreed. Forage for prey, which their neglected young Then Hypunis and Dymas, wounded by With greedy jaws expect, ev'n so among

Their friends; nor thee, Pantheus, thy piety, Foes, fire, and swords, t assured death we pass, Nor consecimed mitre, from the same Darkness our guide, Despair our leader was. III fate could save; my country's funeral flame Who can relate that evening's woes and spoils, And Troy's cold ashes I attest, and call Or can his tears proportion to our toils?

To witness for my elf, that in their full The city, which so long had tourish'd, falls; | No fes, no death, por danger, I declin'd, Death triumphs o'er the houses, temples, walls. Did, and deserv'd no less, my fate to tind.



Now Iphitus with me, and Pelias

| And now between two sad extremes I stood, Slowly retire; the one retarded was

Here Pyrrhus and th’ Atridæ drunk with blood, By feeble age, the other by a wound.

There th' hapless queen amongst an hundred To court the cry directs us, where we found

dames, Th' assault so hot, as if 'twere only there, And Priam quenching from his wounds those And all the rest secure from foes or fear :

flames The Greeks the gates approach'd, their targets Which his own hands had on the altar laid ; cast

Then they the secret cabinets invade, Over their heads; some scaling ladders plac'd Where stood the fifty nuptial beds, the hopes Against the walls, the rest the steps ascend, Of that great race; the golden posts, whose tops And with their shields on their leit arms defend Old hostile spoils adorn'd, demolish'd lay, Arrows and darts, and with their right hold fast Or to the foc, or to the fire a prey. The battlement; on them the Trojans cast Now Priam's fate perhaps you may inqnire : Stones, rafters, pillars, beams ; such arms as Seeing his empire lost, his Troy on fire, these,

And his own palace by the Greeks possest, Now hopeless, for their last defence they seize. Arms long disus'd his trembling limbs invest; The gilded roofs, the marks of ancient state, Thus on his foes he throws himself alone, They tumble down ; and now against the gate Not for their fate, but to provoke his own : Of th' inner court their growing force they | There stood an altar open to the view bring :

Of Heaven, near which an aged laurel grew, Now was our last effort to save the king,

Whose shady arms the household gods embrac'd; Relieve the fainting, and succeed the dead. Before whose feet the queen herself had cast A private gallery 'twixt th' apartments led, With all her daughters, and the Trojan wives, Not to the foe yet known, or not observ'd,

As doves whom an approaching tempest drives (The way for Hector's hapless wife reserv'd, And frights into one flock; but having spy'd When to the aged king, her little son [run Old Priam clad in youthful arm, she cried, She would present) through this we pass, and “ Alas, my wretched husband, what pretence Up to the highest battlement, froin whence To bear those arms, and in them what defence? The Trojans threw their darts without oflence, Such aid such times require not, when again A tower so high, it seem'd to reach the sky, If Hector were alive, he liv'd in vain ; Stood on the roof, from whence we could descry Or here weshall a sanctuary find, All llium-both the camps, the Grecian fleet; Or as in life we shall in death be join'd.” This, where the beams upon the columns meet, Then weeping, with kind force held and embrac'd, We loosen, which like thunder from the cloud And on the secret seat the king she plac'd. Breaks on their heads, as sudden and as loud. | Meantime Polites, one of Priam's sons, But others still succeed: meantime, nor stones Flying the rage of bloody Pyrrhus, runs Nor any kind of weapons cease.

Through foes and swords, and ranges all the court, Before ihe gate in gilded armour shone [grown, / And empty galleries, amaz'd and hurt ; Young Pyrrhus, like a snake, his skin new | Pyrrhus pursues him, now o'ertakes, now kills, Who fed on poisonous herbs, all winter lay And his last blood in Priam's presence spills. Under the ground, and now reviews the day The king (though him so many deaths enclose) Fresh in his new apparel, proud and young, Nor fear, nor grief, but indignation shows; Rolls up his back, and brandishcs bis tongue, “The gods requite thee, (if within the care And lifts his scaly brcast against the Sun; Of those above th' affairs of mortals are) With him his father's squire, Automedon, Whose fury on the son but lost had been, Aud Peripas, who drove his winged steeds, Had not his parents' eyes his murder seen : Enter the court; whom all the youth succeeds Not that Achilles (whom thou feign'st to be Of Scyros' isle, who flaming firebrands flung Thy father) so inhuman was to me; Up to the roof; Pyrrhus himself among

He blusht, when I the rights of arms implor'd ; The foremost with an axe an entrance hews

To me my Hector, me to Troy restor'd :" Through beams of solid oak, then freely views This said, his feeble arm a javelin flung, The chanıbers, galleries, and rooms of state. Which on the sounding shield, scarce entering, Where Priam and the ancient monarchs sat.

rung. At the first gate an armed guard appears ; | Then Pyrrhus ; " Go a messenger to Hell But th' inner court with horrour, noise, and tears, | Of my black deeds, and to iny father tell Confus'dly fill'd, the women's shrieks and cries The acts of his degenerate race.” So through The archi'd vaults re-echo to the skies;

His son's warm blood the trembling king he Sad matrons wandering through the spacious

drew rooms

To th' altar; in his hair one hand he wreaths; - Embrace and kiss the posts : then Pyrrhus comes | His sword the other in his bosomn sheaths. Full of his father, neither men nor walls

Thus fell the king, who yet surviv'd the state, His force sustain, the torn portcullis falls, With such a signal and peculiar fate, Then from the hinge their strokes the gates di. Under so vast a ruin, not a grave, vorce,

Nor in such Names a funeral fire to have: And where the way they cannot find, they force. He whom such titles swellid, such power made Not with such rage a swelling torrent flows

proud, Above his banks, th' opposing dams o'erthrows, To whom the sceptres of all Asia bow'd, Depopulates the fields, the caitle, sheep,

On the cold earth lies th' unregarded king, Shepherds and fulds, the foaming surges sweep. A leadless carcase, and a nameless thing.

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Since man to that perfection cannot rise,
ON THE EARL OF STRAFFORD'S Of always virtuous, fortunate, and wise;

Therefore the patterns man should imitate

Above the life our masters should create.

Herein, if we consult with Greece and Rome, Great Strafford ! worthy of that name, though Greece (as in war) by Rome was overcome; all

Though mighty raptures we in Homer find, Of thee could be forgotten, but thy fall,

Yet, like himself, his characters were blind; Crush'd by imaginary treason's weight,

Virgil's sublimed eyes not only gaz'd, Which too much merit did accumulate:

But his sublimed thoughts to Heaven were As chymists gold from brass by fire would draw, Pretexts are into treason forg'd by law.

Who reads the honours which he paid the gods, His wisdom such, at once it did appear

Would think he had beheld their blest abodes; Three kingdoms' wonder, and three kingdoms' And that his hero might accomplish'd be, fear;

From divine blood he draws his pedigree.
While single he stood forth, and seem'd, although From that great judge your judgment takes its
Each had an army, as an equal foe.

Such was his force of eloquence, to make | And by the best original does draw
The hearers more concern'd than he that spake; Bonduca's honour, with those heroes Time
Each seem'd to act that part he came to see, | Had in oblivion wrapt, his saucy crime;
And none was more a looker-on than he;

To them and to your nation you are just,
So did he move our passions, some were known In raising up their glories from the dust;
To wish, for the defence, the crime their own. And to Old England you that right have done
Now private pity strove with public hate, To show, no story nobler than her own. .
Reason with rage, and eloquence with fate ::
Now they could him, if he could them forgive;
He's not too guilty, but too wise to live;
Less seem those facts which Treason's nick-name

Than such a fear'd ability for more.
They after death their fears of him express,
His innocence and their own guilt confess.

Their legislative frenzy they repent :
Enacting it should make no precedent. [lose | READER, preserve thy peace: those busy eyes
This fate he could have 'scap'd, but would not | Will weep at their own sad discoveries;
Honour for life, but rather nobly chose

When every line they add improves thy loss, Death from their fears, than safety from his Till having view'd' the whole, they suma own,

That his last action all the rest might crown. Such as derides thy passions' best relief,

And scorns the succours of thy easy grief.
Yet, lest thy ignorance betray thy name

Of man and pious, read and mourn : the shame

Of an exemption, from just sense, doth show

Irrational, beyond excess of woe.

Since reason, then, can privilege a tear,

| Manhood, uncensur'd, pay that tribute here, What mighty gale hath rais'd a flight so strong?

ng! | Upon this noble urn. Here, here, remains So high above all vulgar eyes! so long?

Dust far more precious than in India's veins : One single rapture scarce itself confines

Within these cold embraces, ravish'd, lies Within the limits of four thousand lines :

That which compleats the age's tyrannies : And yet I hope to see this noble heat

Who weak to such another ill appear, Continue, till it makes the piece complete,

For what destroys our hope, secures our fear. That to the latter age it may descend,

What sin unexpiate:1, in this land . And to the end of time its beams extend.

Of groans, hath guided so severe a hand ? When Poesy joins profit with delight,

The late great victim 2 that your altars knew, Her images should be most exquisite,

Ye angry gods, might have excus'd this new

Oblation, and have spar'd one lofty light i The honourable Edward Howard, by his

Of virtue, to inform our steps aright; poem called The British Princes, engaged the

By whose example good, condemned, we attention of by far the most eminent of his con

Might have run on to kinder destiny. temporaries; who played upon his vanity, as

But as the leader of the herd fell first the wits of half a century before had done on

A sacrifice, to quench the raging thirst that of Thomas Coryat, by writing extravagant

Of inflam'd vengeance for past crimes ; so none compliments on his works. See Butler's, Wal

But this white-fatted youngling cou'd atone, ler's, Sprat's, and Dorset's verses in their respec

By his untimely fate; that impious smoke, tive volumes; and in the Select Collection of

That sullied Earth, and did Heaven's pity choke, Miscellaneous Poems, 1780, vol. III. p. 105, are other verses on the same subject, by Marton Clifford, and the lord Vaughan, "N.

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