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nefs. Of such an intellectual process the knowledge has very rarely been attainable ; but happily there remains the original copy of the Iliad, which, being obtained by Bolingbroke as a curiosity, descended from him to Mallet, and is now by the folicitation of the late Dr. Maty repofited in the Museum.

Between this manuscript, which is written upon accidental fragments of paper, and the printed edition, there inust have been an intermediate copy, that was perhaps destroyed as it returned from the press.

From the first copy I have procured a few transcripts, and shall exhibit first the printed lines; then, in a smaller print, those of the manuscripts, with

all

all their variations. Those words in the

small print which are given in Italicks, are cancelled in the copy, and the words placed under them, adopted in their fread.

The beginning of the first book stands thus :

The wrath of Peleus' son, the direful

spring Of all the Grecian woes, O Goddess, fing; That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's

gloomy reign The fouls of mighty chiefs untimely flain.

The stern Pelides’ rage, O Goddcfs, fing,

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Of all the wocs of Gocèce the fatal spring,

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That frew'd with warriors dead the Phrygian plain,

heroes And peopled the dark he!l with heroes fais;

fill'd the thady hell with.chiefs untimely

Whose limbs, unburied on the naked

shore, Devouring dogs and hungry vulpures:

tore, Since great Achilles and Atrides ftrove; Such was the sovereign doom,, and such

the will of Jove.

Whare limbs, unburied on the hostile shore,
Devouring dogs and greedy vulcures tore,
Since first Atrides and Abilies Itrova;
Such was the sovereign doom, and fuch the wilt

of Jove.

Declare, O Mufe, in what illfated hour Sprung the fierce strife,, from what offinded Power!

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-Latona's fon, a dire contagion spread;
And heap'd the camp with mountains of

the dead;
The King of Men his reverend' priest

defya,

And for the King's offence the people

dy'd..

Declare, o Goddess, what offended Power
Enflam'd their rage, in that ill-omen'd hour;

anger fatal, hapless
Phoebus himself the dire debate procurdy,

fierce
T'avenge the wrongs his injurd priest endur'd;
For this the God a diše infection Spread,
And heap'd the camp with millions of the dead;;
The King of Men the facred Sire defy'd,
And for the King's offence the people dy’d..

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For Chryses sought with costly gifts to

gain His captive daughter from the Victor's

chain ; :

Suppliant the venerable Father stands,
Apollo's awful énfigns grace his hands,
By these he begs, and, lowly bending

down,

Extends the sceptre and the laurel crown.

For Chryses fought by presents to regain

coftly gifts to gain
His captive daughter from the Victor's chain;
Suppliant the venerable Father stands,
Apollo's awful ensigns grac'd his hands,
By these he begs, and lowly bending down
The golden sceptre and the laurel crown,
Prefents the sceptre
For these as ensigns of his God he bare,
The God that sends his golden Jhafis afar;

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