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802—850 As a large fish, when winds and waters roar,

By some huge billow dashed against the shore,

Lies panting: not less battered with his wound,

The bleeding hero pants upon the ground.

To rear his fallen foe the victor lends,

Scornful, his hand; and gives him to his friends;

Whose arms support him, reeling through the throng,

And dragging his disabled legs along;

Nodding, his head hangs down, his shoulder o'er;

His mouth and nostrils pour the clotted gore;

Wrapped round in mists he lies, and lost to thought;

His friends receive the bowl, too dearly bought.

The third bold game Achilles next demands,

And calls the wrestlers to the level sands:

A massy tripod for the victor lies,

Of twice six oxen its reputed price;

And next, the loser's spirits to restore,

A female captive, valued but at four.

Scarce did the chief the vigorous strife propose,

When tower-like Ajax and Ulysses rose.

Amid the ring each nervous rival stands,

Embracing rigid with implicit hands;

Close locked above, their heads and arms are mixed;

Below, their planted feet at distance fixed:

Like two strong rafters, which the builder forms

Proof to the wintry winds and howling storms,

Their tops connected, but at wider space

Fixed on the centre stands their solid base.

Now to the grasp each manly body bends;

The human sweat from every pore descends;

Their bones resound with blows: sides, shoulders, thighs,

Swell to each gripe, and bloody tumours rise.

Nor could Ulysses, for his art renowned,

O'erturn the strength of Ajax on the ground;

Nor could the strength of Ajax overthrow

The watchful caution of his artful foe.

While the long strife e'en tired the lookers on,

Thus to Ulysses spoke great Telamon:

"Or let me lift thee, chief, or lift thou me:

Prove we our force, and Jove the rest decree."

He said: and, straining, heaved him off the ground

With matchless strength: that time Ulysses found

The strength to evade, and where the nerves combine

His ankle struck: the giant fell supine;

Ulysses following, on his bosom lies;

Shouts of applause run rattling through the skies.

Ajax to lift, Ulysses next essays,

He barely stirred him, but he could not raise;

His knee locked fast, the foe's attempt denied;