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And they two went farther ben, (Scotice,) and the illustrious Ulysses led the way,
And they stood before him : amazed, Achilles started up,
Leaving his seat, along with his harp, where he was sitting.
In the same manner also Patroclus, when he saw the men, stood up:
Them both receiving kindly, addressed the swift-footed Achilles.

The quarter of the Myrmidons they reacht, and found him set,
Delighted with his solemn harpe, which curiously was fret
With works conceited, through the verge: the bawdricke that embrac't
His loftie neck, was silver twist: this (when his hand laid waste
Aetion's citie) he did chuse, as his especiall prise,
And (louing sacred music well) made it his exercise :
To it he sung the glorious deeds of great heröes dead,
And his true mind, that practice failed, sweet contemplation fed.
With him alone, and opposite, all silent sat his friend
Attentive, and beholding him, who now his song did end.
Th' ambassadors did forward preasse, renowned Ulysses led.
And stood in view : their sodaine sight his admiration bred,
Who with his harpe and all arose : so did Menetius' sonne
When he beheld them : their receipt, Achilles thus begun.


Through the still night they march, and hear the roar
Of murmuring billows on the sounding shore.
To Neptune, ruler of the seas profound,
Whose liquid arms the mighty globe surround,
They pour forth vows their embassy to bless,
And calm the rage of stern Aeacides.
And now arriv’d, where on the sandy bay
The Myrmidonian tents and vessels lay,
Amused at ease, the godlike man they found,
Pleased with the solemn harp's harmonious sound.
(The well wrought harp from conquer'd Thebæ came,
Of polish'd silver was its costly frame.)
With this he soothes his angry soul, and sings
Th’immortal deeds of heroes and of kings.
Patroclus only, of the royal train,
Placed in his tent, attends the lofty strain:
Full opposite he sat, and listen’d long,
In silence waiting till he ceased the song.
Unseen the Grecian embassy proceeds
To his high tent; the great Ulysses leads.
Achilles starting, as the chiefs he spied,
Leap'd from his seat, and laid the harp aside.
With like surprise arose Menætius' son :
Pelides grasp'd their hands, and thus begun.

Along the margin of the sounding deep
They passed to Neptune, compasser of Earth,
Preferring numerous vows, with ardent prayers,
That they might sway with ease the mighty mind
Of fierce Eacides. Arriving soon
Among the Myrmidons, their chief they found
Soothing his sorrow with his silver-fram'd
Harmonious lyre, spoil taken when he took
Eëtion’s city: with that lyre his cares
He sooth’d, and glorious heroes was his theme.
Patroclus silent sat, and he alone,
Before him, on Æacides intent,
Expecting still when he should cease to sing.
The messengers advanced (Ulysses first)
Unto his presence; at the sight, his harp
Still in his hand, Achilles from his seat
Started astonish’d; nor with less amaze
Patroclus also, seeing them, arose.
Achilles seiz'd their hands, and thus he spake.


On their high charge the delegated train
Pursued their way along the sounding main,
And to appease the Chief, devoutly pray'd,
And oft implored the Ocean monarch's aid.
But when they came, where, camp'd along the bay,
Pelides and his host in order lay,
They found him kindling bis heroic fire
With high-toned strains, that shook the sounding lyre ;
That silver lyre that erst the victor bore
His chosen prize from sack'd Eëtion's store.
There, as the hero feats of heroes sung,
And o'er the glowing chords enraptur'd hung,
Alone Patroclus, list'ning to the lay,
Watch'd till the impassion'd rapture died away.
They forward march’d, Ulysses led them on;
They came, and stood before fam'd Peleus' son.
Achilles, wondering, started from his seat,
Sped forth, his lyre in hand, the chiefs to greet:
Patroclus rose : and strait Achilles prest
Their hands in his, and kindly thus addrest.

We have always thought this one barian, forsooth-but half-civilized, of the most beautiful pieces of poetry though Nereus himself was his grandin the whole world. It seems to us sire! There he sits, the bravest and indeed to be perfect. How solemn most beautiful of mortal men, a musithe Mission moving along the margin cian, perbaps a poet, for Homer tells of the sounding deep, preferring us not whether the Implacable is singprayers to Neptune that its issue ing his own songs, or those of the might be fortunate, for well they Aoidos. Yes, the Swift-footed is a man knew the character of fierce Æacides! of genius; and among all the spoils Not a word is said about the night; he won when he sacked the city of and that shews that Homer never Eëtion, most he prized that harp on repeats himself, except when he has which he is now playing—the harp some purpose to serve by the repe- with the silver cross-bar, and beauti. tition." A thousand Trojan watch- ful in its workmanship, as if formed fires were blazing; but Phönix, Ulys- by Dedalus, and fine-toned its strings, ses, and Ajax, all absorbed in their as if smitten by the Sun-god's hand. prayers to Neptune, saw them not- His proud soul would disdain to harp and Homer himself had forgotten even to princes. Patroclus alone, now the vision of the moon and still and mute, is listening, hero to stars. No time is lost, and we see hero. them already among the Myrmidons. But how have our translators acHad it been put beforehand to any quitted themselves here—let us see. person of loftiest temper, who,know- Chapman drops the epithet Forupao.o. ing the character of Achilles, had gono, and merely says the shore, which yet no knowledge of this interview, was wrong, the noise of the sea being how he might imagine the god- essential to a maritime night. dess-born would be found employed, god that earth doth bind in brackish think ye that he could ever have chains,” are poor words—sorry submade such a noble guess as the stitutes for those two extraordinary truth? Never. Homer alone could ones γαιηοχω 'Εννοσιγαιω. Better have have thus exalted his hero. Not said simply, Neptune. All the rest many suns have yet gone down on is very nobly done. The two lines his wrath, and you remember how about Patroclus are perfect, except at its first outburst it flamed like a the words, “ who now his song did volcano. It smoulders now in that end." He waited till the song should mighty bosom-but the son of Thetis end. And he would have been willis not sitting sullen in his tent-he ing to wait till midnight, had Achilles has forgotten the ungrateful, injuri- not started up on entrance of the ous, and insulting Agamemnon, and ambassadors.

“ Who with his harp all his slaves. His soul is with the and all arose,” is very majestic. beroes. Achilles is a savage-a bar- We have just been reading over

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Pope for the tenth time this eveningin the depths, that mention of them and though we might not unjustly does not throw much new or old find some faint fault with a few par- light on the character of Neptune. ticular words, yet we should be asha, All the lines about the heroic Harpmed of ourselves were we to do so ; er are very fine--the pauses sofor he is Alexander the Great here, lemn-the repetition of the word 6 and is attired

“ soothe,” shews how deeply CowWith sudden brightness, like a man in

per felt for the sufferer; the close is spired."

full of elevation—"and glorious heThe versification is most harmonious; line we do not entirely like, is,

roes were his theme.”

The only and the lines might_themselves be chanted to the harp. Pope, when hap

“ Expecting still when he should cease py, had a heroic genius; and though

to sing." true it is that he too too often mise. It seems to intimate that Patroclus rably misrepresents Homer, it is, as

was impatient of the strain-a sad we have said, wilfully, and with ma

mistake. But perhaps Cowper uses lice aforethought-seldom in igno- the word " expecting” for waiting ; rance, and never in stupidity ; but and if so, it is all right. knowing that his strength lay in a

-“ At the sight, style essentially different from the

His harp still in his hand,” &c. old bard's, it was not to be expected, is a picture. It is better than Pope's perhaps not to be desired, that he should lay it aside, and endeavour Leapt from his seat, and laid the harp

Achilles, starting as the chiefs he spied, to adopt Homer's, or imitate it,

aside." which, to a poet who had attained consummate excellence of another

“ Leapt” is undignified-Achilles kind, would have been accompanied

started,” but Homer says “leaving with the perpetual constraint of dif- his seat.” The start was momentaficulty, nay, impossible. We must ry,- he walked towards Ulysses take it, then, as it is, and be thank- with the calm air and stately step of ful for another Iliad.

the Hero of Heroes. Only a great master could safely

Sotheby is not faultless—but his come after Pope in this passage, and beauties are pre-eminent. His

verCowper is a great master. How dif- sification, if inferior to Pope's, is flowferently, the two speak of the sea, ing and sonorous—and the diction yet both how finely! Pope brings glows like gold. Perhaps wisely, he the voice of the sea to our ears, by cling earth-shaker,” and calls him the

forbears to touch the « earth-enciralmost an accumulation of epithets -means legitimate, and dear to

ocean-monarch.” Kindling his “hemany delightful poets. We roic fire,” is fine and true. So is,

“ There as the hero feats of heroes “ hear the roar

sang.” Equally excellent is, “ Alone Of murmuring billows on the sounding Patroclus listening to the lay;" and shore.”

" Achilles, wondering, started from Cowper fills our ear with the same

his seat.” But we said the version voice at once,

is not faultless. Perhaps nothing in

this world is except a lily. “ Along the margin of the sounding deep.” legated train," is not to our mind. Pope calls Neptune

It is true but formal.

strain,” and “sounding lyre,” should -“ Ruler of the seas profound, not have been in one passage. Whose liquid arms the mighty globe sur

“ Eëtion's store,” smells of Boston. round,"

We are sorry for it, but we canwhich, though far from being in- not admire,

« Watched till the imtensely Homeric, is not without passioned rapture died away.” Imgrandeur. Cowper calls him, more passioned rapture, if we are not simply and Greekishly, “compasser much mistaken, is a very unhomeric of earth,” nor dreams of telling us form and spirit of speech. But that that his

arms are liquid,” or his is not our chief objection to the line. “ chains brackish,” liquidity and The impassioned rapture did not die brackishness being qualities lying away. We do not believe it would, so much on the surface, as well as even had Achilles not been inter

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rupted. His lyrical poem and music Achaia ; Wordsworth-nobler even would have gone off in a tremendous than in the Song at the Feast of burst-it would have rolled away in Brougham Castle-will sanctify in very thunder. Such is our belief; dim religious light the roamings of but it was interrupted--on the ap- that sad Aleian field, and awaken pearance of Ulysses, Achilles stopt the whole world to ruth for furysuddenly, even as we have seen an haunted Bellerophon; Southey-in eagle do in the sky, when flying even loftier inspiration than that at the rate of a hundred miles an

“ Fill high the horn to hour. Sped forth,” gives us the Hirlas”—will celebrate Meleager and notion of covering more ground than

the Boar of Caledon; ColeridgeAchilles had to do ere he seized the wilder than in the Ancient Marinerhands of the chiefs. That is a trifle will rave gloriously of Jason and the -a speck--but the others are flaws. Golden Fleece, and Aling forth fiery So rare without them is

of fragments of argonautics ; Moorepurest ray serene.”

eclipsing the light of his own Loves What a glorious volume of odes, of the Angels, will breath Epithalaelegies, and hymns, would be“ The mia for Venus and Juno, and sighLays of Achilles !” But who could charged roundelays sung to his celeswrite it? Let all our poets form tial Leman by Endymion on Mount themselves into an association, to be Latmos; Crabbe-in vision more called the Achillean, and distribute terrible than the madness of Sir among themselves the subjects of Eustace Grey - will paint Hersong that bestrewed Greece, and the cules Furens, and call his pictureIsles of Greece, before the Trojan poem the Poison'd Shirt; Bowles

To prevent all wrangling, let -pathetic more than on the Grave us who do not belong to the Irritable, of the Last Saxon-will murmur mebe appointed Perpetual Prose-Presi- lody over Hyacinthus or Adonis ; dent. The Achillean Association, at Montgomery-already familiar with each celebration of the anniversay the world before the flood-will of its own birth, shall put into our darken the despair of Deucalionbands the poetry of the preceding and, illustrious above all, Campbell year, and we, like an old Grecian, but there is absolutely no end to ore rotundo, shall chant the Lays of the members of the Achillean AssoAchilles to the harp, an instrument ciation! To, eugete and valete, all ye on which the world acknowledges we bright sons of song, and starlike may excel. The ladies in the gallery- you shine in the “ high heaven of our Festival being in Freemasons' invention !” Hall-will “rain influence and dis- Was the tent of Achilles, think ye, pense the prize.” The prize-poems lighted with gas ? Unquestionably

? , shall all be engrossed in the Album The ages of old were wonderful old of the Achillean Association, and at ages. Not in blind caves sat Thethe end of ten years, a period taken tis below the sea-depths. Lustrous from the Trojan War, the Album shall were all her haunts in the groves of be printed by Ballantyne, and pub. coral; and as she could never have lished by Blackwood, under such stooped to burn oil-indeed too well auspices as never before launched did she love the phocæ--she must into light immortal songs.

have lighted her marine palaces with From the Achillean Association, aerial fire; nor can you doubt for a we prophesy the revival of Lyrical moment that she provided her son Poetry. “ The ancient spirit is not with the unmetered radiance. As the dead;" it but sleepeth, and will awake ambassadors entered, the night-tent as if startled by the sound of a trum- of Achilles was bright as day, and pet. Pindars will appear-and Co- he himself, harp in hand, rising from rinnas too—for the Hemans, and his seat, and advancing towards the Mitford, and the Landon must be them, stately as the beautiful Apollo. members-and the immortal Joanna. How courteous that princely greetSir Walter-more magnificent than in ing! No manners like those of the Marmion-will invent moving minstrelsies for the Mythic tales of Old

heroic age.

Χαίρετον και φίλοι άνδρες ικάνετον» ή τι μάλα χρεώ,
Οι μοι σκυζομένω πες 'Αχαιών φίλτατοι έσον.

Ως άρα φωνήσας προτέρω άγε δίoς 'Αχιλλεύς.
Είσον δεν κλισμοίσι, τάπησί τε πορφυρέοισιν
Αίψα δε Πάτροκλος προσεφώνεεν, εγγύς εόντα:

Μείζονα δη κρητηρα, Μενοιτίε νίε, καθίσα,
Ζωρότερον δε κέραιρε, δέπας δ' έντυνον εκάσω
Οι γαρ φίλτατοι άνδρες εμώ υπέασι μελάθρο.

Achilles thus addresses the heroes. We adopt Heyne's punctuation in the first line, wbich is ren rom others, and best, ause most in character with the “ imperatoria brevitas” of Achilles.

NORTH, (literal prose.) Hail: you are indeed friends who have come : verily some necessity strongly (presses

on you) Who to me, angry though I be, are of the Greeks the most beloved. Thus indeed having spoken, the illustrious Achilles led them farther ben, (Scotice ut

supra,) And made them sit down on reclining seats, on purple cushions : And Patroclus, who was near him, he then quickly addressed. " A larger goblet, oh son of Menætius, set down, And more generous mix

t: and for each provide a drinking cup : Since men, by me, the most beloved, are under my roof.”

Health to my lords! right welcome men assure yourselves to be;
Though some necessity I know doth make you visit me,
Incenst with just cause 'gainst the Greeks. This said, a covered seat
With purple cushions he set forth, and did their ease entreat ;
And said — Now, friend, our greatest bowle with wine unmixt, and meat,
Oppose the lords; and of the depth let every man make proof;
These are my best esteemed friends, and underneath my roof.


Princes, all hail! whatever brought you here,
Or strong necessity, or urgent fear;
Welcome, though Greeks! for not as foes ye came;
To me more dear than all that bear the name.
With that the chiefs beneath his roof he led,
And placed in seats, with purple carpets spread.
Then thus-Patroclus, crown the larger bowl,
Mix purer wine, and open every soul.
Of all the warriors yonder host can send,
Thy friend most honours these, and these thy friend.

Hail friends! Ye all are welcome. Urgent cause
Hath doubtless brought you, whom I dearest hold
(Though angry still) of all Achaia's host.
So saying, he introduced and seated them
On thrones with purple arras overspread,
Then thus bespoke Patroclus standing nigh-
Son of Menætius! bring a beaker more
Capacious, and replenish it with wine
Diluted less ; then give to each his cup;
For dearer friends than those who now arrive
Beneath my roof, nor worthier, have I none.

Whether a friendly visit lead your steps,
Or some necessity impels, all hail !
To me, though sad, most dear of all the Greeks.


Hail friends! ye come by strong compulsion moved
Though here I rage, I hail you most beloved.
He spoke ; and to his tent the chieftains led,
And placed on seats, with purple arras spread.

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