Swift at the word bold Merion s.n.a.t.c.h"d a spear And, breathing slaughter, follow"d to the war.
So Mars armipotent invades the plain, (The wide destroyer of the race of man,) Terror, his best-beloved son, attends his course, Arm"d with stern boldness, and enormous force; The pride of haughty warriors to confound, And lay the strength of tyrants on the ground: From Thrace they fly, call"d to the dire alarms Of warring Phlegyans, and Ephyrian arms; Invoked by both, relentless they dispose, To these glad conquest, murderous rout to those.
So march"d the leaders of the Cretan train, And their bright arms shot horror o"er the plain.
Then first spake Merion: "Shall we join the right, Or combat in the centre of the fight?
Or to the left our wonted succour lend?
Hazard and fame all parts alike attend."
"Not in the centre (Idomen replied:) Our ablest chieftains the main battle guide; Each G.o.dlike Ajax makes that post his care, And gallant Teucer deals destruction there, Skill"d or with shafts to gall the distant field, Or bear close battle on the sounding shield.
These can the rage of haughty Hector tame: Safe in their arms, the navy fears no flame, Till Jove himself descends, his bolts to shed, And hurl the blazing ruin at our head.
Great must he be, of more than human birth, Nor feed like mortals on the fruits of earth.
Him neither rocks can crush, nor steel can wound, Whom Ajax fells not on the ensanguined ground.
In standing fight he mates Achilles" force, Excell"d alone in swiftness in the course.
Then to the left our ready arms apply, And live with glory, or with glory die."
He said: and Merion to th" appointed place, Fierce as the G.o.d of battles, urged his pace.
Soon as the foe the shining chiefs beheld Rush like a fiery torrent o"er the field, Their force embodied in a tide they pour; The rising combat sounds along the sh.o.r.e.
As warring winds, in Sirius" sultry reign, From different quarters sweep the sandy plain; On every side the dusty whirlwinds rise, And the dry fields are lifted to the skies: Thus by despair, hope, rage, together driven, Met the black hosts, and, meeting, darken"d heaven.
All dreadful glared the iron face of war, Bristled with upright spears, that flash"d afar; Dire was the gleam of breastplates, helms, and shields, And polish"d arms emblazed the flaming fields: Tremendous scene! that general horror gave, But touch"d with joy the bosoms of the brave.
Saturn"s great sons in fierce contention vied, And crowds of heroes in their anger died.
The sire of earth and heaven, by Thetis won To crown with glory Peleus" G.o.dlike son, Will"d not destruction to the Grecian powers, But spared awhile the destined Trojan towers; While Neptune, rising from his azure main, Warr"d on the king of heaven with stern disdain, And breathed revenge, and fired the Grecian train.
G.o.ds of one source, of one ethereal race, Alike divine, and heaven their native place; But Jove the greater; first-born of the skies, And more than men, or G.o.ds, supremely wise.
For this, of Jove"s superior might afraid, Neptune in human form conceal"d his aid.
These powers enfold the Greek and Trojan train In war and discord"s adamantine chain, Indissolubly strong: the fatal tie Is stretch"d on both, and close compell"d they die.
Dreadful in arms, and grown in combats grey, The bold Idomeneus controls the day.
First by his hand Othryoneus was slain, Swell"d with false hopes, with mad ambition vain; Call"d by the voice of war to martial fame, From high Cabesus" distant walls he came; Ca.s.sandra"s love he sought, with boasts of power, And promised conquest was the proffer"d dower.
The king consented, by his vaunts abused; The king consented, but the fates refused.
Proud of himself, and of the imagined bride, The field he measured with a larger stride.
Him as he stalk"d, the Cretan javelin found; Vain was his breastplate to repel the wound: His dream of glory lost, he plunged to h.e.l.l; His arms resounded as the boaster fell.
The great Idomeneus bestrides the dead; "And thus (he cries) behold thy promise sped!
Such is the help thy arms to Ilion bring, And such the contract of the Phrygian king!
Our offers now, ill.u.s.trious prince! receive; For such an aid what will not Argos give?
To conquer Troy, with ours thy forces join, And count Atrides" fairest daughter thine.
Meantime, on further methods to advise, Come, follow to the fleet thy new allies; There hear what Greece has on her part to say."
He spoke, and dragg"d the gory corse away.
This Asius view"d, unable to contain, Before his chariot warring on the plain: (His crowded coursers, to his squire consign"d, Impatient panted on his neck behind:) To vengeance rising with a sudden spring, He hoped the conquest of the Cretan king.
The wary Cretan, as his foe drew near, Full on his throat discharged the forceful spear: Beneath the chin the point was seen to glide, And glitter"d, extant at the further side.
As when the mountain-oak, or poplar tall, Or pine, fit mast for some great admiral, Groans to the oft-heaved axe, with many a wound, Then spreads a length of ruin o"er the ground: So sunk proud Asius in that dreadful day, And stretch"d before his much-loved coursers lay.
He grinds the dust distain"d with streaming gore, And, fierce in death, lies foaming on the sh.o.r.e.
Deprived of motion, stiff with stupid fear, Stands all aghast his trembling charioteer, Nor shuns the foe, nor turns the steeds away, But falls transfix"d, an unresisting prey: Pierced by Antilochus, he pants beneath The stately car, and labours out his breath.
Thus Asius" steeds (their mighty master gone) Remain the prize of Nestor"s youthful son.
Stabb"d at the sight, Deiphobus drew nigh, And made, with force, the vengeful weapon fly.
The Cretan saw; and, stooping, caused to glance From his slope shield the disappointed lance.
Beneath the s.p.a.cious targe, (a blazing round, Thick with bull-hides and brazen orbits bound, On his raised arm by two strong braces stay"d,) He lay collected in defensive shade.
O"er his safe head the javelin idly sung, And on the tinkling verge more faintly rung.
Even then the spear the vigorous arm confess"d, And pierced, obliquely, king Hypsenor"s breast: Warm"d in his liver, to the ground it bore The chief, his people"s guardian now no more!
"Not unattended (the proud Trojan cries) Nor unrevenged, lamented Asius lies: For thee, through h.e.l.l"s black portals stand display"d, This mate shall joy thy melancholy shade."
Heart-piercing anguish, at the haughty boast, Touch"d every Greek, but Nestor"s son the most.
Grieved as he was, his pious arms attend, And his broad buckler shields his slaughter"d friend: Till sad Mecistheus and Alastor bore His honour"d body to the tented sh.o.r.e.
Nor yet from fight Idomeneus withdraws; Resolved to perish in his country"s cause, Or find some foe, whom heaven and he shall doom To wail his fate in death"s eternal gloom.
He sees Alcathous in the front aspire: Great aesyetes was the hero"s sire; His spouse Hippodame, divinely fair, Anchises" eldest hope, and darling care: Who charm"d her parents" and her husband"s heart With beauty, sense, and every work of art: He once of Ilion"s youth the loveliest boy, The fairest she of all the fair of Troy.
By Neptune now the hapless hero dies, Who covers with a cloud those beauteous eyes, And fetters every limb: yet bent to meet His fate he stands; nor shuns the lance of Crete.
Fix"d as some column, or deep-rooted oak, While the winds sleep; his breast received the stroke.
Before the ponderous stroke his corslet yields, Long used to ward the death in fighting fields.
The riven armour sends a jarring sound; His labouring heart heaves with so strong a bound, The long lance shakes, and vibrates in the wound; Fast flowing from its source, as p.r.o.ne he lay, Life"s purple tide impetuous gush"d away.
Then Idomen, insulting o"er the slain: "Behold, Deiphobus! nor vaunt in vain: See! on one Greek three Trojan ghosts attend; This, my third victim, to the shades I send.
Approaching now thy boasted might approve, And try the prowess of the seed of Jove.
From Jove, enamour"d of a mortal dame, Great Minos, guardian of his country, came: Deucalion, blameless prince, was Minos" heir; His first-born I, the third from Jupiter: O"er s.p.a.cious Crete, and her bold sons, I reign, And thence my ships transport me through the main: Lord of a host, o"er all my host I shine, A scourge to thee, thy father, and thy line."
The Trojan heard; uncertain or to meet, Alone, with venturous arms the king of Crete, Or seek auxiliar force; at length decreed To call some hero to partake the deed, Forthwith aeneas rises to his thought: For him in Troy"s remotest lines he sought, Where he, incensed at partial Priam, stands, And sees superior posts in meaner hands.
To him, ambitious of so great an aid, The bold Deiphobus approach"d, and said:
"Now, Trojan prince, employ thy pious arms, If e"er thy bosom felt fair honour"s charms.
Alcathous dies, thy brother and thy friend; Come, and the warrior"s loved remains defend.
Beneath his cares thy early youth was train"d, One table fed you, and one roof contain"d.
This deed to fierce Idomeneus we owe; Haste, and revenge it on th" insulting foe."
aeneas heard, and for a s.p.a.ce resign"d To tender pity all his manly mind; Then rising in his rage, he burns to fight: The Greek awaits him with collected might.
As the fell boar, on some rough mountain"s head, Arm"d with wild terrors, and to slaughter bred, When the loud rustics rise, and shout from far, Attends the tumult, and expects the war; O"er his bent back the bristly horrors rise; Fires stream in lightning from his sanguine eyes, His foaming tusks both dogs and men engage; But most his hunters rouse his mighty rage: So stood Idomeneus, his javelin shook, And met the Trojan with a lowering look.
Antilochus, Deipyrus, were near, The youthful offspring of the G.o.d of war, Merion, and Aphareus, in field renown"d: To these the warrior sent his voice around.
"Fellows in arms! your timely aid unite; Lo, great aeneas rushes to the fight: Sprung from a G.o.d, and more than mortal bold; He fresh in youth, and I in arms grown old.
Else should this hand, this hour decide the strife, The great dispute, of glory, or of life."
He spoke, and all, as with one soul, obey"d; Their lifted bucklers cast a dreadful shade Around the chief. aeneas too demands Th" a.s.sisting forces of his native bands; Paris, Deiphobus, Agenor, join; (Co-aids and captains of the Trojan line;) In order follow all th" embodied train, Like Ida"s flocks proceeding o"er the plain; Before his fleecy care, erect and bold, Stalks the proud ram, the father of the bold.
With joy the swain surveys them, as he leads To the cool fountains, through the well-known meads: So joys aeneas, as his native band Moves on in rank, and stretches o"er the land.
Round dread Alcathous now the battle rose; On every side the steely circle grows; Now batter"d breast-plates and hack"d helmets ring, And o"er their heads unheeded javelins sing.
Above the rest, two towering chiefs appear, There great Idomeneus, aeneas here.
Like G.o.ds of war, dispensing fate, they stood, And burn"d to drench the ground with mutual blood.
The Trojan weapon whizz"d along in air; The Cretan saw, and shunn"d the brazen spear: Sent from an arm so strong, the missive wood Stuck deep in earth, and quiver"d where it stood.
But OEnomas received the Cretan"s stroke; The forceful spear his hollow corslet broke, It ripp"d his belly with a ghastly wound, And roll"d the smoking entrails on the ground.
Stretch"d on the plain, he sobs away his breath, And, furious, grasps the b.l.o.o.d.y dust in death.
The victor from his breast the weapon tears; His spoils he could not, for the shower of spears.
Though now unfit an active war to wage, Heavy with c.u.mbrous arms, stiff with cold age, His listless limbs unable for the course, In standing fight he yet maintains his force; Till faint with labour, and by foes repell"d, His tired slow steps he drags from off the field.
Deiphobus beheld him as he pa.s.s"d, And, fired with hate, a parting javelin cast: The javelin err"d, but held its course along, And pierced Ascalaphus, the brave and young: The son of Mars fell gasping on the ground, And gnash"d the dust, all b.l.o.o.d.y with his wound.
Nor knew the furious father of his fall; High-throned amidst the great Olympian hall, On golden clouds th" immortal synod sate; Detain"d from b.l.o.o.d.y war by Jove and Fate.
Now, where in dust the breathless hero lay, For slain Ascalaphus commenced the fray, Deiphobus to seize his helmet flies, And from his temples rends the glittering prize; Valiant as Mars, Meriones drew near, And on his loaded arm discharged his spear: He drops the weight, disabled with the pain; The hollow helmet rings against the plain.
Swift as a vulture leaping on his prey, From his torn arm the Grecian rent away The reeking javelin, and rejoin"d his friends.
His wounded brother good Polites tends; Around his waist his pious arms he threw, And from the rage of battle gently drew: Him his swift coursers, on his splendid car, Rapt from the lessening thunder of the war; To Troy they drove him, groaning from the sh.o.r.e, And sprinkling, as he pa.s.s"d, the sands with gore.