As diff'rent in their tongues, as in the guise | And Rhine two-horned, and Dahæ unsubHere Mulciber the 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. BOOK IX. Now in a quarter severed far while these Not one of gods could venture to engage, Hath circling time, lo! brought thee of itself. Æneas,-town, and mates, and navy left,- 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. 20 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, Hard was the heart that gaue the blow; 20. "Have ye not seen, in gentle even-tide, 23. "Hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er "O speak again, bright angel! for thou art 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 34. Marched rich in horses, rich in broidered, What mass is volumed with a pitchy murk? gear Bring quick the sword, give jav'lins, mount the walls! And gold. Messapus doth the leading lines, The rear do Tyrrheus' youthful sons, restrain; Prince Turnus in the centre of the host 42 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, In mail their horses clad, yet fleet and strong, Sharp sleet of arrowy showers against the face 50 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, And follow with a dreadful grating yell. They marvel at the Trojans' sluggish hearts, Glover in graphic terms describes the Persian host: That they their persons to the righteous "Five thousand horse, Caparison'd in streak'd or spotted skins Of tigers, pards, and panthers, form'd the van; 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. 66 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 To fields Laurentine I, their mortal shape And that this is established, by the floods, 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 To scud across the sky a mighty cloud, Of Trojans and Rutulians: "Be not ye Each burst away their fetters from the banks, O'erlaid with bronze, as whilom on the | The sentries of the fortress-summit slain,— strand They need not fear; nor shall we be en Had rested, just so many maiden forms 170 Mazed were the minds of Rutulans; 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 Is in our hands; so many thousand arms once : 194 "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, But simple love of greatness and of good, 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, 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 men to be despatched [to him] to bear 66 O Nisus, dost disdain to link? Shall I And thereon set the diadem of France; Smollett, The Regicide, v. 3. 265, 6. Stillness at night is well described by Brown: All, all is hushed. Throughout the empty streets "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; |