Till at the last brave Diomede replied.
No. We will none of Paris’ treasures now,
Nor even Helen’s self. A child may see 475
Destruction winging swift her course to Troy.
He said. The admiring Greeks with loud applause
All praised the speech of warlike Diomede,
And answer thus the King of men return’d.
Idæus! thou hast witness’d the resolve 480
Of the Achaian Chiefs, whose choice is mine.
But for the slain, I shall not envy them
A funeral pile; the spirit fled, delay
Suits not. Last rites can not too soon be paid.
179 Burn them. And let high-thundering Jove attest 485
Himself mine oath, that war shall cease the while.
So saying, he to all the Gods upraised
His sceptre, and Idæus homeward sped
To sacred Ilium. The Dardanians there
And Trojans, all assembled, his return 490
Expected anxious. He amid them told
Distinct his errand, when, at once dissolved,
The whole assembly rose, these to collect
The scatter’d bodies, those to gather wood;
While on the other side, the Greeks arose 495
As sudden, and all issuing from the fleet
Sought fuel, some, and some, the scatter’d dead.
Now from the gently-swelling flood profound
The sun arising, with his earliest rays
In his ascent to heaven smote on the fields. 500
When Greeks and Trojans met. Scarce could the slain
Be clear distinguish’d, but they cleansed from each
His clotted gore with water, and warm tears
Distilling copious, heaved them to the wains.
But wailing none was heard, for such command 505
Had Priam issued; therefore heaping high
The bodies, silent and with sorrowing hearts
They burn’d them, and to sacred Troy return’d.
The Grecians also, on the funeral pile
The bodies heaping sad, burn’d them with fire 510
Together, and return’d into the fleet.
Then, ere the peep of dawn, and while the veil
Of night, though thinner, still o’erhung the earth,
Achaians, chosen from the rest, the pile
Encompass’d. With a tomb (one tomb for all) 515
They crown’d the spot adust, and to the tomb
(For safety of their fleet and of themselves)
Strong fortress added of high wall and tower,
With solid gates affording egress thence
Commodious to the mounted charioteer; 520
Deep foss and broad they also dug without,
And planted it with piles. So toil’d the Greeks.
180 The Gods, that mighty labor, from beside
The Thunderer’s throne with admiration view’d,
When Neptune, shaker of the shores, began. 525
Eternal father! is there on the face
Of all the boundless earth one mortal man
Who will, in times to come, consult with heaven?
See’st thou yon height of wall, and yon deep trench
With which the Grecians have their fleet inclosed, 530
And, careless of our blessing, hecatomb
Or invocation have presented none?
Far as the day-spring shoots herself abroad,
So far the glory of this work shall spread,
While Phœbus and myself, who, toiling hard, 535
Built walls for king Laomedon, shall see
Forgotten all the labor of our hands.
To whom, indignant, thus high-thundering Jove.
Oh thou, who shakest the solid earth at will,
What hast thou spoken? An inferior power, 540
A god of less sufficiency than thou,
Might be allowed some fear from such a cause.
Fear not. Where’er the morning shoots her beams,
Thy glory shall be known; and when the Greeks
Shall seek their country through the waves again, 545
Then break this bulwark down, submerge it whole,
And spreading deep with sand the spacious shore
As at the first, leave not a trace behind.
Such conference held the Gods; and now the sun
Went down, and, that great work perform’d, the Greeks 550
From tent to tent slaughter’d the fatted ox
And ate their evening cheer. Meantime arrived
Large fleet with Lemnian wine; Euneus, son
Of Jason and Hypsipile, that fleet
From Lemnos freighted, and had stow’d on board 555
A thousand measures from the rest apart
For the Atridæ; but the host at large
By traffic were supplied; some barter’d brass,
Others bright steel; some purchased wine with hides,
These with their cattle, with their captives those, 560
181 And the whole host prepared a glad regale.
All night the Grecians feasted, and the host
Of Ilium, and all night deep-planning Jove
Portended dire calamities to both,
Thundering tremendous! — Pale was every cheek; 565
Each pour’d his goblet on the ground, nor dared
The hardiest drink, ‘till he had first perform’d
Libation meet to the Saturnian King
Omnipotent; then, all retiring, sought
Their couches, and partook the gift of sleep. 570
ARGUMENT OF THE EIGHTH BOOK.
Jove calls a council, in which he forbids all interference of the Gods between the Greeks and Trojans. He repairs to Ida, where, having consulted the scales of destiny, he directs his lightning against the Grecians. Nestor is endangered by the death of one of his horses. Diomede delivers him. In the chariot of Diomede they both hasten to engage Hector, whose charioteer is slain by Diomede. Jupiter again interposes by his thunders, and the whole Grecian host, discomfited, is obliged to seek refuge within the rampart. Diomede, with others, at sight of a favorable omen sent from Jove in answer to Agamemnon’s prayer, sallies. Teucer performs great exploits, but is disabled by Hector. Juno and Pallas set forth from Olympus in aid of the Grecians, but are stopped by Jupiter, who reascends from Ida, and in heaven foretells the distresses which await the Grecians.
Hector takes measures for the security of Troy during the night, and prepares his host for an assault to be made on the Grecian camp in the morning.
BOOK VIII.
The saffron-mantled morning now was spread
O’er all the nations, when the Thunderer Jove
On the deep-fork’d Olympian topmost height
Convened the Gods in council, amid whom
He spake himself; they all attentive heard. 5
Gods! Goddesses! Inhabitants of heaven!
Attend; I make my secret purpose known.
Let neither God nor Goddess interpose
My counsel to rescind, but with one heart
Approve it, that it reach, at once, its end. 10
Whom I shall mark soever from the rest
Withdrawn, that he may Greeks or Trojans aid,
Disgrace shall find him; shamefully chastised
He shall return to the Olympian heights,
Or I will hurl him deep into the gulfs 15
Of gloomy Tartarus, where Hell shuts fast
Her iron gates, and spreads her brazen floor,
As far below the shades, as earth from heaven.
There shall he learn how far I pass in might
All others; which if ye incline to doubt, 20
Now prove me. Let ye down the golden chain
From heaven, and at its nether links pull all,
186 Both Goddesses and Gods. But me your King,
Supreme in wisdom, ye shall never draw
To earth from heaven, toil adverse as ye
may. 25
Yet I, when once I shall be pleased to pull,
The earth itself, itself the sea, and you
Will lift with ease together, and will wind
The chain around the spiry summit sharp
Of the Olympian, that all things upheaved 30
Shall hang in the mid heaven. So far do I,
Compared with all who live, transcend them all.
He ended, and the Gods long time amazed
Sat silent, for with awful tone he spake:
But at the last Pallas blue-eyed began. 35
Father! Saturnian Jove! of Kings supreme!
We know thy force resistless; but our hearts
Feel not the less, when we behold the Greeks
Exhausting all the sorrows of their lot.
If thou command, we, doubtless, will abstain 40
From battle, yet such counsel to the Greeks
Suggesting still, as may in part effect
Their safety, lest thy wrath consume them all.
To whom with smiles answer’d cloud-gatherer Jove.
Fear not, my child! stern as mine accent was, 45
I forced a frown — no more. For in mine heart
Nought feel I but benevolence to thee.
He said, and to his chariot join’d his steeds
Swift, brazen-hoof’d, and mailed with wavy gold;
He put on golden raiment, his bright scourge 50
Of gold receiving rose into his seat,
And lash’d his steeds; they not unwilling flew
Midway the earth between and starry heaven.
To spring-fed Ida, mother of wild beasts,
He came, where stands in Gargarus his shrine 55
Breathing fresh incense! there the Sire of all
187 Arriving, loosed his coursers, and around
Involving them in gather’d clouds opaque,
Sat on the mountain’s head, in his own might
Exulting, with the towers of Ilium all 60
Beneath his eye, and the whole fleet of Greece.
In all their tents, meantime, Achaia’s sons
Took short refreshment, and for fight prepared.
On the other side, though fewer, yet constrain’d
By strong necessity, throughout all Troy, 65
In the defence of children and wives
Ardent, the Trojans panted for the field.
Wide flew the city gates: forth rush’d to war
Horsemen and foot, and tumult wild arose.
They met, they clash’d; loud was the din of spears 70
And bucklers on their bosoms brazen-mail’d
Encountering, shields in opposition from
Met bossy shields, and tumult wild arose.
There many a shout and many a dying groan
Were heard, the slayer and the maim’d aloud 75
Clamoring, and the earth was drench’d with blood.
‘Till sacred morn had brighten’d into noon,
The vollied weapons on both sides their task
Perform’d effectual, and the people fell.
But when the sun had climb’d the middle skies, 80
The Sire of all then took his golden scales;
Doom against doom he weigh’d, the eternal fates
In counterpoise, of Trojans and of Greeks.
He rais’d the beam; low sank the heavier lot
Of the Achaians; the Achaian doom 85
Subsided, and the Trojan struck the skies.
Then roar’d the thunders from the summit hurl’d
of Ida, and his vivid lightnings flew
Into Achaia’s host. They at the sight
188 Astonish’d stood; fear whiten’d every cheek. 90
Idomeneus dared not himself abide
That shock, nor Agamemnon stood, nor stood
The heroes Ajax, ministers of Mars.
Gerenian Nestor, guardian of the Greeks,
Alone fled not, nor he by choice remain’d, 95
But by his steed retarded, which the mate
Of beauteous Helen, Paris, with a shaft
Had stricken where the forelock grows, a part
Of all most mortal. Tortured by the wound
Erect he rose, the arrow in his brain, 100
And writhing furious, scared his fellow-steeds.
Meantime, while, strenuous, with his falchion’s edge
The hoary warrior stood slashing the reins,
Through multitudes of fierce pursuers borne
On rapid wheels, the dauntless charioteer 105
Approach’d him, Hector. Then, past hope, had died
The ancient King, but Diomede discern’d
His peril imminent, and with a voice
Like thunder, called Ulysses to his aid.
Laertes’ noble son, for wiles renown’d! 110
Art thou too fugitive, and turn’st thy back
Like the base multitude? Ah! fear a lance
Implanted ignominious in thy spine.
Stop — Nestor dies. Fell Hector is at hand.
So shouted Diomede, whose summons loud, 115
Ulysses yet heard not, but, passing, flew
With headlong haste to the Achaian fleet.
Then, Diomede, unaided as he was,
Rush’d ardent to the vanward, and before
The steeds of the Neleian sovereign old 120
Standing, in accents wing’d, him thus address’d.
Old Chief! these youthful warriors are too brisk
189 For thee, press’d also by encroaching age,
Thy servant too is feeble, and thy steeds
Are tardy. Mount my chariot. Thou shalt see 125
With what rapidity the steeds of Troy,
Pursuing or retreating, scour the field.
I took them from that terror of his foes,
Æneas. Thine to our attendants leave,
While these against the warlike powers of Troy 130
We push direct; that Hector’s self may know
If my spear rage not furious as his own.
He said, nor the Gerenian Chief refused.
Thenceforth their servants, Sthenelus and good
Eurymedon, took charge of Nestor’s steeds, 135
And they the chariot of Tydides both
Ascended; Nestor seized the reins, plied well
The scourge, and soon they met. Tydides hurl’d
At Hector first, while rapid he advanced;
But missing Hector, wounded in the breast 140
Eniopeus his charioteer, the son
Of brave Thebæus, managing the steeds.
He fell; his fiery coursers at the sound
Startled, recoil’d, and where he fell he died.
Deep sorrow for his charioteer o’erwhelm’d 145
The mind of Hector; yet, although he mourn’d
He left him, and another sought as brave.
Nor wanted long his steeds a charioteer,
For finding soon the son of Iphitus,
Bold Archeptolemus, he bade him mount 150
His chariot, and the reins gave to his hand.
Then deeds of bloodiest note should have ensued,
Penn’d had the Trojans been, as lambs, in Troy,
But for quick succor of the sire of all.
Thundering, he downward hurled his candent bolt 155
To the horse-feet of Diomede; dire fumed
The flaming sulphur, and both horses drove
Under the axle, belly to the ground.
Forth flew the splendid reins from Nestor’s hand,
And thus to Diomede, appall’d, he spake. 160
190 Back to the fleet, Tydides! Can’st not see
That Jove ordains not, now, the victory thine?
The son of Saturn glorifies to-day
This Trojan, and, if such his will, can make
The morrow ours; but vain it is to thwart 165
The mind of Jove, for he is Lord of all.
To him the valiant Diom
ede replied.
Thou hast well said, old warrior! but the pang
That wrings my soul, is this. The public ear
In Ilium shall from Hector’s lips be told — 170
I drove Tydides — fearing me he fled.
So shall he vaunt, and may the earth her jaws
That moment opening swallow me alive!
Him answer’d the Gerenian warrior old.
What saith the son of Tydeus, glorious Chief? 175
Should Hector so traduce thee as to call
Thee base and timid, neither Trojan him
Nor Dardan would believe, nor yet the wives
Of numerous shielded warriors brave of Troy,
Widow’d by thy unconquerable arm. 180
So saying, he through the fugitives his steeds
Turn’d swift to flight. Then Hector and his host
With clamor infinite their darts wo-wing’d
Shower’d after them, and Hector, mighty Chief
Majestic, from afar, thus call’d aloud. 185
Tydides! thee the Danaï swift-horsed
Were wont to grace with a superior seat,
The mess of honor, and the brimming cup,
But now will mock thee. Thou art woman now.
Go, timorous girl! Thou never shalt behold 190
Me flying, climb our battlements, or lead
Our women captive. I will slay thee first.
He ceased. Then Diomede in dread suspense
Thrice purposed, turning, to withstand the foe,
And thrice in thunder from the mountain-top 195
Jove gave the signal of success to Troy.
When Hector thus the Trojans hail’d aloud.
Trojans and Lycians, and close-warring sons
191 Of Dardanus, oh summon all your might,
Now, now be men! I know that from his heart 200
Saturnian Jove glory and bright success
For me prepares, but havoc for the Greeks.
Fools! they shall find this wall which they have raised
Too weak to check my course, a feeble guard
Contemptible; such also is the trench; 205
My steeds shall slight it with an easy leap.
But when ye see me in their fleet arrived,
Remember fire. Then bring me flaming brands
That I may burn their galleys and themselves
Slaughter beside them, struggling in the smoke. 210
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