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So spoke the guardian of the Trojan state,

Then rushed impetuous through the Scæan gate.

Him Paris followed to the dire alarms;

Both breathing slaughter, both resolved in arms.

As when to sailors labouring through the main,

That long had heaved the weary oar in vain,

Jove bids at length the expected gales arise;

The gales blow grateful, and the vessel flies:

So welcome these to Troy's desiring train:

The bands are cheered, the war awakes again.

Bold Paris first the work of death begun

On great Menestheus, Areïthous' son;

Sprung from the fair Philomeda's embrace,

The pleasing Arnè was his native place.

Then sunk Eioneus to the shades below;

Beneath his steely casque he felt the blow