Her, Agamemnon, leader of the host
From my possession wrung, as I had been
Some alien wretch, unhonor’d and unknown. 75
But let it pass; anger is not a flame
To feed for ever; I affirm’d, indeed,
Mine inextinguishable till the shout
Of battle should invade my proper barks;
But thou put on my glorious arms, lead forth 80
My valiant Myrmidons, since such a cloud,
So dark, of dire hostility surrounds
The fleet, and the Achaians, by the waves
Hemm’d in, are prison’d now in narrow space.
Because the Trojans meet not in the field 85
My dazzling helmet, therefore bolder grown
All Ilium comes abroad; but had I found
Kindness at royal Agamemnon’s hands,
Soon had they fled, and with their bodies chok’d
The streams, from whom ourselves now suffer siege 90
For in the hands of Diomede his spear
No longer rages rescuing from death
The afflicted Danaï, nor hear I more
392 The voice of Agamemnon issuing harsh
From his detested throat, but all around 95
The burst of homicidal Hector’s cries,
Calling his Trojans on; they loud insult
The vanquish’d Greeks, and claim the field their own.
Go therefore, my Patroclus; furious fall
On these assailants, even now preserve 100
From fire the only hope of our return.
But hear the sum of all; mark well my word;
So shalt thou glorify me in the eyes
Of all the Danaï, and they shall yield
Brisëis mine, with many a gift beside. 105
The Trojans from the fleet expell’d, return.
Should Juno’s awful spouse give thee to win
Victory, be content; seek not to press
The Trojans without me, for thou shalt add
Still more to the disgrace already mine. 110
Much less, by martial ardor urged, conduct
Thy slaughtering legions to the walls of Troy,
Lest some immortal power on her behalf
Descend, for much the Archer of the skies
Loves Ilium. No — the fleet once saved, lead back 115
Thy band, and leave the battle to themselves.
For oh, by all the powers of heaven I would
That not one Trojan might escape of all,
Nor yet a Grecian, but that we, from death
Ourselves escaping, might survive to spread 120
Troy’s sacred bulwarks on the ground, alone.
Thus they conferr’d. But Ajax overwhelm’d
Meantime with darts, no longer could endure,
Quell’d both by Jupiter and by the spears
Of many a noble Trojan; hideous rang 125
393 His batter’d helmet bright, stroke after stroke
Sustaining on all sides, and his left arm
That had so long shifted from side to side
His restless shield, now fail’d; yet could not all
Displace him with united force, or move. 130
Quick pantings heaved his chest, copious the sweat
Trickled from all his limbs, nor found he time,
However short, to breathe again, so close
Evil on evil heap’d hemm’d him around.
Olympian Muses! now declare, how first 135
The fire was kindled in Achaia’s fleet?
Hector the ashen lance of Ajax smote
With his broad falchion, at the nether end,
And lopp’d it sheer. The Telamonian Chief
His mutilated beam brandish’d in vain, 140
And the bright point shrill-sounding-fell remote.
Then Ajax in his noble mind perceived,
Shuddering with awe, the interposing power
Of heaven, and that, propitious to the arms
Of Troy, the Thunderer had ordain’d to mar 145
And frustrate all the counsels of the Greeks.
He left his stand; they fired the gallant bark;
Through all her length the conflagration ran
Incontinent, and wrapp’d her stern in flames.
Achilles saw them, smote his thighs, and said, 150
Patroclus, noble charioteer, arise!
I see the rapid run of hostile fires
Already in the fleet — lest all be lost,
And our return impossible, arm, arm
This moment; I will call, myself, the band. 155
Then put Patroclus on his radiant arms.
Around his legs his polish’d greaves he clasp’d,
With argent studs secured; the hauberk rich
Star-spangled to his breast he bound of swift
Æacides; he slung his brazen sword 160
With silver bright emboss’d, and his broad shield
Ponderous; on his noble head his casque
He settled elegant, whose lofty crest
394 Waved dreadful o’er his brows, and last he seized
Well fitted to his gripe two sturdy spears. 165
Of all Achilles’ arms his spear alone
He took not; that huge beam, of bulk and length
Enormous, none, Æacides except,
In all Achaia’s host had power to wield.
It was that Pelian ash which from the top 170
Of Pelion hewn that it might prove the death
Of heroes, Chiron had to Peleus given.
He bade Automedon his coursers bind
Speedily to the yoke, for him he loved
Next to Achilles most, as worthiest found 175
Of trust, what time the battle loudest roar’d.
Then led Automedon the fiery steeds
Swift as wing’d tempests to the chariot-yoke,
Xanthus and Balius. Them the harpy bore
Podarge, while in meadows green she fed 180
On Ocean’s side, to Zephyrus the wind.
To these he added, at their side, a third,
The noble Pedasus; him Peleus’ son,
Eëtion’s city taken, thence had brought,
Though mortal, yet a match for steeds divine. 185
Meantime from every tent Achilles call’d
And arm’d his Myrmidons. As wolves that gorge
The prey yet panting, terrible in force,
When on the mountains wild they have devour’d
An antler’d stag new-slain, with bloody jaws 190
Troop all at once to some clear fountain, there
To lap with slender tongues the brimming wave;
No fears have they, but at their ease eject
From full maws flatulent the clotted gore;
Such seem’d the Myrmidon heroic Chiefs 195
Assembling fast around the valiant friend
Of swift Æacides. Amid them stood
Warlike Achilles, the well-shielded ranks
Exhorting, and the steeds, to glorious war.
The galleys by Achilles dear to Jove 200
Commanded, when to Ilium’s coast he steer’d,
395 Were fifty; fifty rowers sat in each,
And five, in whom he trusted, o’er the rest
He captains named, but ruled, himself, supreme.
One band Menestheus swift in battle led, 205
Offspring of Sperchius heaven-descended stream.
Him Polydora, Peleus’ daughter, bore
To ever-flowing Sperchius, compress’d,
Although a mortal woman, by a God.
But his reputed father was the son 210
Of Perieres, Borus, who with dower
Enrich’d, and made her openly his bride.
Warlike Eudorus led the second band.
Him Polymela, graceful in the dance,
And daughter beautiful of Phylas, bore, 215
A mother unsuspected of a child.
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Diana, in full choir, with song and dance,
The valiant Argicide beheld and loved.
Ascending with her to an upper room, 220
All-bounteous Mercury clandestine there
Embraced her, who a noble son produced
Eudorus, swift to run, and bold in fight.
No sooner Ilithya, arbitress
Of pangs puerperal, had given him birth, 225
And he beheld the beaming sun, than her
Echechleus, Actor’s mighty son, enrich’d
With countless dower, and led her to his home;
While ancient Phylas, cherishing her boy
With fond affection, reared him as his own. 230
The third brave troop warlike Pisander led,
Offspring of Maimalus; he far excell’d
396 In spear-fight every Myrmidon, the friend
Of Peleus’ dauntless son alone except.
The hoary Phœnix of equestrian fame 235
The fourth band led to battle, and the fifth
Laërceus’ offspring, bold Alcimedon.
Thus, all his bands beneath their proper Chiefs
Marshall’d, Achilles gave them strict command —
Myrmidons! all that vengeance now inflict, 240
Which in this fleet ye ceased not to denounce
Against the Trojans while my wrath endured.
Me censuring, ye have proclaim’d me oft
Obdurate. Oh Achilles! ye have said,
Thee not with milk thy mother but with bile 245
Suckled, who hold’st thy people here in camp
Thus long imprison’d. Unrelenting Chief!
Even let us hence in our sea-skimming barks
To Phthia, since thou can’st not be appeased —
Thus in full council have ye spoken oft. 250
Now, therefore, since a day of glorious toil
At last appears, such as ye have desired,
There lies the field — go — give your courage proof.
So them he roused, and they, their leader’s voice
Hearing elate, to closest order drew. 255
As when an architect some palace wall
With shapely stones upbuilds, cementing close
A barrier against all the winds of heaven,
So wedged, the helmets and boss’d bucklers stood;
Shield, helmet, man, press’d helmet, man, and shield, 260
And every bright-arm’d warrior’s bushy crest
Its fellow swept, so dense was their array.
In front of all, two Chiefs their station took,
Patroclus and Automedon; one mind
In both prevail’d, to combat in the van 265
Of all the Myrmidons. Achilles, then,
Retiring to his tent, displaced the lid
Of a capacious chest magnificent
By silver-footed Thetis stow’d on board
His bark, and fill’d with tunics, mantles warm, 270
397 And gorgeous arras; there he also kept
Secure a goblet exquisitely wrought,
Which never lip touched save his own, and whence
He offer’d only to the Sire of all.
That cup producing from the chest, he first 275
With sulphur fumed it, then with water rinsed
Pellucid of the running stream, and, last
(His hands clean laved) he charged it high with wine.
And now, advancing to his middle court,
He pour’d libation, and with eyes to heaven 280
Uplifted pray’d, of Jove not unobserved.
Pelasgian, Dodonæan Jove supreme,
Dwelling remote, who on Dodona’s heights
Snow-clad reign’st Sovereign, by thy seers around
Compass’d the Selli, prophets vow-constrain’d 285
To unwash’d feet and slumbers on the ground!
Plain I behold my former prayer perform’d,
Myself exalted, and the Greeks abased.
Now also grant me, Jove, this my desire!
Here, in my fleet, I shall myself abide, 290
But lo! with all these Myrmidons I send
My friend to battle. Thunder-rolling Jove,
Send glory with him, make his courage firm!
That even Hector may himself be taught,
If my companion have a valiant heart 295
When he goes forth alone, or only then
The noble frenzy feels that Mars inspires
When I rush also to the glorious field.
But when he shall have driven the battle-shout
Once from the fleet, grant him with all his arms, 300
None lost, himself unhurt, and my whole band
Of dauntless warriors with him, safe return!
Such prayer Achilles offer’d, and his suit
Jove hearing, part confirm’d, and part refused;
398 To chase the dreadful battle from the fleet 305
He gave him, but vouchsafed him no return.
Prayer and libation thus perform’d to Jove
The Sire of all, Achilles to his tent
Return’d, replaced the goblet in his chest,
And anxious still that conflict to behold 310
Between the hosts, stood forth before his tent.
Then rush’d the bands by brave Patroclus led,
Full on the Trojan host. As wasps forsake
Their home by the way-side, provoked by boys
Disturbing inconsiderate their abode, 315
Not without nuisance sore to all who pass,
For if, thenceforth, some traveller unaware
Annoy them, issuing one and all they swarm
Around him, fearless in their broods’ defence,
So issued from their fleet the Myrmidons 320
Undaunted; clamor infinite arose,
And thus Patroclus loud his host address’d.
Oh Myrmidons, attendants in the field
On Peleus’ son, now be ye men, my friends!
Call now to mind the fury of your might; 325
That we, close-fighting servants of the Chief
Most excellent in all the camp of Greece,
May glory gain for him, and that the wide-
Commanding Agamemnon, Atreus’ son,
May learn his fault, that he dishonor’d foul 330
The prince in whom Achaia glories most.
So saying he fired their hearts, and on the van
Of Troy at once they fell; loud shouted all
The joyful Grecians, and the navy rang.
Then, soon as Ilium’s host the valiant son 335
Saw of Menœtius and his charioteer
In dazzling armor clad, all courage lost,
Their closest ranks gave way, believing sure
That, wrath renounced, and terms of friendship chosen,
Achilles’ self was there; thus thinking, each 340
Look’d every way for refuge from his fate.
Patroclus first, where thickest throng he saw
399 Gather’d tumultuous around the bark
Of brave Protesilaüs, hurl’d direct
At the whole multitude his glittering spear. 345
He smote Pyræchmes; he his horsemen band
Pœonian led from Amydon, and from
Broad-flowing Axius. In his shoulder stood
The spear, and with loud groans supine he fell.
At once fled all his followers, on all sides 350
With consternation fill’d, seeing their Chief
And their best warrior, by Patroclus slain.
Forth from the fleet he drove them, quench’d the flames,
And rescued half the ship. Then scatter’d fled
With infinite uproar the host of Troy, 355
While from between their ships the Danaï
Pour’d after them, and hideous rout ensued.
As when the king of lightnings, Jove, dispels
Fro
m some huge eminence a gloomy cloud,
The groves, the mountain-tops, the headland heights 360
Shine all, illumined from the boundless heaven,
So when the Danaï those hostile fires
Had from their fleet expell’d, awhile they breathed,
Yet found short respite, for the battle yet
Ceased not, nor fled the Trojans in all parts 365
Alike, but still resisted, from the ships
Retiring through necessity alone.
Then, in that scatter’d warfare, every Chief
Slew one. While Areïlochus his back
Turn’d on Patroclus, sudden with a lance 370
His thigh he pierced, and urged the weapon through,
Shivering the bone; he headlong smote the ground.
The hero Menelaus, where he saw
The breast of Thoas by his slanting shield
Unguarded, struck and stretch’d him at his feet. 375
Phylides, meeting with preventive spear
The furious onset of Amphiclus, gash’d
His leg below the knee, where brawny most
The muscles swell in man; disparted wide
400 The tendons shrank, and darkness veil’d his eyes. 380
The two Nestoridæ slew each a Chief.
Of these, Antilochus Atymnius pierced
Right through his flank, and at his feet he fell.
With fierce resentment fired Maris beheld
His brother’s fall, and guarding, spear in hand, 385
The slain, impetuous on the conqueror flew;
But godlike Thrasymedes wounded first
Maris, ere he Antilochus; he pierced
His upper arm, and with the lance’s point
Rent off and stript the muscles to the bone. 390
Sounding he fell, and darkness veil’d his eyes.
They thus, two brothers by two brothers slain,
Went down to Erebus, associates both
Of brave Sarpedon, and spear-practised sons
Of Amisodarus; of him who fed 395
Chimæra, monster, by whom many died.
Ajax the swift on Cleobulus sprang,
Whom while he toil’d entangled in the crowd,
He seized alive, but smote him where he stood
With his huge-hafted sword full on the neck; 400
The blood warm’d all his blade, and ruthless fate
Benighted dark the dying warrior’s eyes.
Peneleus into close contention rush’d
And Lycon. Each had hurl’d his glittering spear,
But each in vain, and now with swords they met. 405
He smote Peneleus on the crested casque,
But snapp’d his falchion; him Peneleus smote
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