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joyful Troy maintained the watch of night;

While Fear, pale comrade of inglorious flight,

And heaven-bred horror, on the Grecian part,

Sat on each face, and saddened every heart.

As from its cloudy dungeon issuing forth,

A double tempest of the west and north

Swells o'er the sea, from Thracia's frozen shore,

Heaps waves on waves, and bids the Ægean roar;

This way and that the boiling deeps are tossed;

Such various passions urged the troubled host.

Great Agamemnon grieved above the rest;

Superior sorrows swelled his royal breast;

Himself his orders to the heralds bears,

To bid to council all the Grecian peers,

But bid in whispers: these surround their chief, In solemn sadness and majestic grief. The king amidst the mournful circle rose; Down his wan cheek a briny torrent flows: So silent fountains, from a rock's tall head, In sable streams soft-trickling waters shed.