Page:Homer - Iliad, translation Pope, 1909.djvu/67

697—745 High on the deck the king of men appears,

And his refulgent arms in triumph wears;

Proud of his host, unrivalled in his reign,

In silent pomp he moves along the main.

His brother follows, and to vengeance warms

The hardy Spartans, exercised in arms:

Phares and Brysia's valiant troops, and those

Whom Lacedæmon's lofty hills enclose:

Or Messé's towers for silver doves renowned,

Amyclæ, Laäs, Augia's happy ground,

And those whom Œtylos' low walls contain,

And Helos, on the margin of the main:

These o'er the bending ocean, Helen's cause

In sixty ships with Menelaüs draws:

Eager and loud, from man to man he flies,

Revenge and fury flaming in his eyes;

While, vainly fond, in fancy oft he hears

The fair one's grief, and sees her falling tears.

In ninety sail, from Pylos' sandy coast,

Nestor the sage conducts his chosen host:

From Amphigenia's ever-fruitful land;

Where Æpy high, and little Pteleon stand;

Where beauteous Arenè her structures shows,

And Thryon's walls Alpheüs' streams enclose:

And Dorion, famed for Thamyris' disgrace,

Superior once of all the tuneful race,

Till, vain of mortals' empty praise, he strove

To match the seed of cloud-compelling Jove!

Too daring bard! whose unsuccessful pride

The immortal Muses in their art defied.

The avenging Muses of the light of day

Deprived his eyes, and snatched his voice away;

No more his heavenly voice was heard to sing;

His hand no more awaked the silver string.

Where under high Cyllenè, crowned with wood,

The shaded tomb of old Æpytus stood;

From Ripè, Stratie, Tegea's bordering towns,

The Phenean fields, and Orchomenian downs,

Where the fat herds in plenteous pasture rove;

And Stymphelus with her surrounding grove,

Parrhasia, on her snowy cliffs reclined,

And high Enispè shook by wintry wind,

And fair Mantinea's ever-pleasing site;

In sixty sail the Arcadian bands unite.

Bold Agapenor, glorious at their head,

(Ancæus' son) the mighty squadron led.

Their ships, supplied by Agamemnon's care,

Through roaring seas the wondering warriors bear;

The first to battle on the appointed plain,