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Pallas now Tydides' soul inspires,

Fills with her force, and warms with all her fires,

Above the Greeks his deathless fame to raise,

And crown her hero with distinguished praise.

High on his helm celestial lightnings play,

His beamy shield emits a living ray;

The unwearied blaze incessant streams supplies,

Like the red star that fires the autumnal skies,

When fresh he rears his radiant orb to sight,

And bathed in Ocean shoots a keener light.

Such glories Pallas on the chief bestowed,

Such, from his arms, the fierce effulgence flowed:

Onward she drives him, furious to engage,

Where the fight burns, and where the thickest rage.

The sons of Dares first the combat sought,

A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault;

In Vulcan's fane the father's days were led;

The sons to toils of glorious battle bred;

These, singled from their troops, the fight maintain;

These from their steeds, Tydides on the plain.

Fierce for renown the brother chiefs draw near,

And first bold Phegeus casts his sounding spear,

Which o'er the warrior's shoulder took its course,