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nor the genial feast, nor flowing bowl,

Could charm the cares of Nestor's watchful soul;

His startled ears the increasing cries attend;

Then thus, impatient, to his wounded friend:

"What new alarms, divine Machaon, say,

What mixed events attend this mighty day?

Hark! how the shouts divide, and how they meet,

And now come full, and thicken to the fleet!

Here, with the cordial draught dispel thy care,

Let Hecamede the strengthening bath prepare,

Refresh thy wound, and cleanse the clotted gore,

While I the adventures of the day explore."

He said: and, seizing Thrasymedes' shield,

His valiant offspring, hastened to the field;

That day, the son his father's buckler bore—

Then snatched a lance, and issued from the door.

Soon as the prospect opened to his view,

His wounded eyes the scene of sorrow knew;