Of garb and arms.

dued,

Araxes, too, that held a bridge in scorn.

The like o'er Vulcan's shield, his parent's

gifts,

He views in wonderment, and of events Unknowing, in the portraiture delights, As he upon his shoulder raises up

Of sons of sons alike the fame and fates.

Now in a quarter severed far while these
Are being done, Saturnian Juno down
Sent Iris from the sky to Turnus bold.
By hazard then in sire Pilumnus' grove
Was Turnus sitting in a hallowed dale.
To whom Thaumantias from her coral mouth
Thus spake "O Turnus, that, which to
thy wish

Not one of gods could venture to engage, Hath circling time, lo! brought thee of itself.

Æneas,-town, and mates, and navy left,-
The Palatine Evander's realm and court II
Is seeking. Nor [is this] sufficient: he
To Corythus' remotest towns hath pierced,
And arms a band of Lydians, levied boors.
Wherefore dost thou demur? 'Tis now
the hour

Thy coursers, now thy chariots, to demand: Break all delays, and storm his troubled camp."

She said, and into heav'n upraised herself Upon her balanced wings, and in her flight A spacious bow she scored beneath the clouds.

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Knew her the youth, and lifted to the stars Both hands, and with such accent[s] as she flies

Line 6. Warner, beautifully of the color of Rosamond's lips:

"With that she dasht her on the lippes,
So dyed double red:

Hard was the heart that gaue the blow;
Soft were those lips that bled."
Albion's England, b. viii. ch. 41.

20. "Have ye not seen, in gentle even-tide,
When Jupiter the earth hath richly shower'd,
Striding the clouds, a bow dispredden wide
As if with light inwove, and gaily flower'd
With bright variety of blending dies?
White, purple, yellow melt along the skies,
Alternate colours sink, alternate colours rise."
W. Thompson, Hymn to May, 22.

23. "Hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers:
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
Summon'd me hither, to this short-grassed green?"
Shakespeare, Tempest, iv. I.

"O speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
And sails upon the bosom of the air."

Romeo and Juliet, ii. 2. 28. P. Fletcher pleasantly introduces one of his fishermen, expressing the like pious obedience: "As late upon the shore I chanc'd to play, I heard a voice, like thunder, loudly say: "Thirsil, why idle liv'st? Thirsil, away, away!' Thou God of seas, thy voice I gladly heare; Thy voice (thy voice I know) I glad obey: Only do thou my wand'ring wherry steer, And when it errs, (as it will eas❜ly stray,) Upon the rock with hopeful anchor stay: Then will I swim where's either sea or shore, Where never swain or boat was seen afore." Piscatory Eclogues, ii. 18, 19. "And now went forth the morn, Such as in highest heaven array'd in gold

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And gold. Messapus doth the leading lines, The rear do Tyrrheus' youthful sons, restrain;

Prince Turnus in the centre of the host
Is in continued motion, grasping arms,
And by a head entire above them stands.
As, rising from his sev'n abated streams,
Deep through the still the Ganges; or when
Nile

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With batt'ning flood is ebbing from the plains,

And now hath buried him within his bed. Here, sphered with sable dust, a sudden cloud

Do Teucer's sons descry, and gloom to rise Upon the plains. First from the fronting

mound

Cries out Caicus: "O ye citizens,

Empyreal; from before her vanish'd Night,
Shot through with orient beams; when all the plain,
Cover'd with thick embattled squadrons bright,
Chariots, and flaming arms, and fiery steeds,
Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view."
Milton, P. L., vi. 12-18.
"He look'd and saw what numbers numberless
The city-gates outpour'd, light-armed troops,
In coats of mail and military pride;

In mail their horses clad, yet fleet and strong,
Prancing their riders bore, the flower and choice
Of many provinces from bound to bound.
He saw them in their forms of battle ranged,
How quick they wheel'd, and flying behind them
shot

Sharp sleet of arrowy showers against the face
Of their pursuers, and overcame by flight;
The field all iron cast a gleaming brown:
Nor wanted clouds of foot, nor on each horse
Cuirassiers all in steel for standing fight,
Chariots, or elephants indorsed with towers
Of archers; nor of labouring pioneers
A multitude with spades and axes arm'd
To lay hills plain, fell woods, or valleys fill,
Or where plain was, raise hill, or overlay
With bridges rivers proud, as with a yoke."
P. R., b. iv.

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The foe is here, come on!" With lusty shout

The Teucri mask themselves by all the gates,

And man the walls. For thus, on taking leave,

Thrice great in arms, Æneas had enjoined: "If any fortune should befall meanwhile, They should not venture to array their line, Nor trust the field; that they should merely guard

The camp and walls in safety through the trench.

Therefore, although t' engage the hand do shame

And wrath incite, natheless they bar the gates 60

Against them, and his orders prompt perform,

And, armed, in hollow towers wait the foe." Turnus, when flying forward he'd outstripped

The plodding host, by twenty chosen knights

Escorted, and unlooked for, nears the town ;

Whom bears a Thracian steed with spots of white,

And screens a golden helm with crimson plume.

"Who shall he be, O youths, along with me, That first against the foeman-? Lo!" he cries;

And, upward whirling it, his jav'lin shoots Into the gales, the prelude of the fight, 71 And stately bears him onward o'er the plain. His mates receive [the movement] with a shout,

"Five thousand horse,

Caparison'd in streak'd or spotted skins

Of tigers, pards, and panthers, form'd the van;
In quilted vests of cotton azure-dyed,
With silver spangles deck'd, the tawny youth
Of Indus rode; white quivers loosely cross'd
Their shoulders; not ungraceful in their hands
Were bows of glist'ning cane; the ostrich lent
His snowy plumage to the tissued gold,
Which bound their temples. Next a thousand steeds
Of sable hue on argent trappings bore
A thousand Persians, all select; in gold,
Shap'd as pomegranates, rose their steely points
Above the truncheons; gilded were the shields,
Of silver'd scales the corslets; wrought with gems
Of price, high-plum'd tiaras danc'd in light.
In equal number, in resembling guise,
A squadron follow'd; save their mail was gold,
And thick with beryls edg'd their silver shields."
Athenaid, iv. 11-29.

field

And all the youth are armed with grisly links.

They've sacked the hearths; the smoky torch throws pitchy light, And Vulcan jumbled ashes to the stars.

What deity, O Muses, warded off So felon burnings from the Teucri? who Such mighty blazes from the ships repelled? Say ye. Of old the credence in the fact; But the tradition [runs] from year to year. What time upon the Phrygian Ida first 110 Æneas built his navy, and prepared To seek the depths of sea, 'tis said, herself, The Berecynthian mother of the gods, Great Jove accosted in these terms: "My son,

Grant to a suitress what thy parent dear, Olympus tamed, from thee doth claim.

Own

I

A navy needed, cheerfully bestowed.
Now me, uneasy, troubles troubling fear :
Dispel my apprehensions, and herein
Allow by prayers a parent to avail :-
That neither broken down by any course,
Nor hurricane of wind, they be subdued.
May it bestead that they upon our mounts
Were sprung." To her on th' other hand
her son,

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Who wheels the constellations of the world: "O mother, whither callest thou the fates? Or what dost seek for these? Shall vessels framed 132

By mortal hands enjoy immortal right? And sure through unsure risks Æneas run? To what divinity is privilege

So great conceded? Still, when done with [risks],

The goal and ports Ausonian they shall gain
Hereafter, whichsoever shall have 'scaped
The billows, and the Dardan chief have
borne

To fields Laurentine I, their mortal shape
Will take away, and of the mighty main 141
Bid them be goddesses; as Nereus-born
Doto and Galatea cleave apart
The foaming ocean with their breast." He
spoke ;

And that this is established, by the floods,
His Stygian brother's, by the banks, that boil
With pitch and with a sooty gulf, he nods,
And by his nod made all Olympus quake.

Accordingly the day engaged was come, And the due seasons had the Destinies 150 Fulfilled; when th' outrage [done] by Turnus warned

The Mother, from her holy barques to drive The brands aloof. Here first against their

eyes

Strange light there glared, and from the
Dawn appeared

To scud across the sky a mighty cloud,
And Ida's choirs; thereon a fearful voice
Drops forth along the gales, and fills the
hosts

Of Trojans and Rutulians: "Be not ye
In anxious haste, O Teucer's sons, to guard
My vessels, neither arm your hands: the seas
It sooner will to Turnus be vouchsafed
To burn to ashes than my holy pines.
Go ye, enfranchised, go, the goddesses
Of ocean;, 'tis the Mother bids." And
straight the sterns
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Each burst away their fetters from the banks,
And after dolphins' fashion, with their beaks
Plunged down, the bottom of the waters
seek.

Had rested, just so many maiden forms 170
Reissue, and are wafted on the deep.

Mazed were the minds of Rutulans;
Messapus

Was e'en himself appalled, with troubled steeds;

And halts the stream hoarse-booming, and his step

[The god] of Tiber from the deep recalls. But not bold Turnus confidence forsook : Yea he their spirits raises by his words, Yea chides them too: "Tis at the Trojans aim

These prodigies; from them hath Jove himself

His wonted help withdrawn ; [their ships] nor darts, 180

Nor fires of Rutuli, await. The seas
Are therefore pathless to the Teucer-race,
Nor is there any hope of flight; one half
Their means is cut away: the land, more-
o'er,

Is in our hands; so many thousand arms
Italian nations bring. Naught me affray,
(If Phrygians make of any public vaunt,)
The doomful oracles of gods. Enough
To fates and Venus granted, that the fields
Of rich Ausonia have the Trojans touched;
On th' other hand my fates as well have I,-
With falchion to uproot the cursed race,
My bride reft from me; nor affects that pang
Th' Atride only, nor is it allowed
Mycenae only on their arms to seize.
But 'tis enough that they have fallen

once :

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"And shine as you exalted are: Two names of friendship, but one star:

Of hearts the union, and those not by chance Made, or indenture, or leas'd out t' advance

The profits for a time.

No pleasures vain did chime,

Of rhymes, or riots at your feasts,
Orgies of drink, or feign'd protests:

But simple love of greatness and of good,
That knits brave minds and manners more than
blood." Ben Jonson, Underwoods, 88, iv.

259-261. "Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience." Shakespeare, 1 K. Henry IV., i. 3. Perhaps Nisus thought that

"Virtue, if not in action, is a vice." Massinger, The Maid of Honour, i. 1. Marlowe makes the Duke of Guise say, in The Massacre at Paris:

"Now, Guise, begin those deep-engendered thoughts

To burst abroad those never-dying flames,
Which cannot be extinguish'd but by blood.
Oft have I levell'd, and at last have learn'd
That peril is the chiefest way to happiness,
And resolution honour's fairest aim.
What glory is there in a common good,
That hangs for every peasant to achieve?
That like I best, that flies beyond my reach.
Let me to scale the high Pyramides,

Thou seest what [full] reliance on their state The Rutuli possesses. Here and there Lights twinkle; they, in sleep and wine unstrung,

Have laid them down; the regions far and wide

Are hushed. Learn further what I meditate,
And what design now rises in my mind.
Æneas hither to be called do all,
Both commons and the fathers, warmly
pray,
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And men to be despatched [to him] to bear
Undoubted tidings. If, what I for thee
Demand, they promise, seeing for myself
The glory of th' achievement is enough,—
Meseems that I can underneath yon hill
Find out a passage to the walls and domes
Of Pallanteum." In astonishment
Euryalus was lost, pierced thro' and thro'
With lofty passion for renown: at once
In these addresses he his glowing friend :
'Me, then, thy comrade in thy grand
emprise,
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O Nisus, dost disdain to link? Shall I
Send thee alone upon such heavy risks?

And thereon set the diadem of France;
I'll either rend it with my nails to nought,
Or mount the top with my aspiring wings,
Although my downfall be the deepest hell."
264.
"Wide o'er all
The dusky plain, by the fires half extinct,
Are seen the soldiers, roll'd in heaps confus'd,
The slaves of brutal appetite."

Smollett, The Regicide, v. 3.

265, 6. Stillness at night is well described by Brown:

All, all is hushed. Throughout the empty streets
Nor voice, nor sound; as if the inhabitants,
Like the presaging herds, that seek the covert
Ere the loud thunder rolls, had inly felt
And shunned the impending uproar.

"There is a solemn horror in the night, too,

That pleases me: a general pause through nature: The winds are hushed. And as I passed the beach The lazy billows scarce could lash the shore: No star peeps through the firmament of heaven." Barbarossa, iii. 1. 273: "And choose we still the phantom through the fire, O'er bog, and brake, and precipice, till death? And toil we still for sublunary pay? Defy the dangers of the field and flood, Or, spider-like, spin out our precious all, Our more than vitals spin (if no regard To great futurity) in curious webs Of subtle thought, and exquisite design; (Fine net-work of the brain to catch a fly! The momentary buz of vain renown! A name; a mortal immortality!"

Young, Complaint, N. vi. 282. "However, I with thee have fix'd my lot; Certain to undergo like doom: if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own; My own in thee, for what thou art is mine;