With other men of Troy where Xanthus flows. Nastes was leader of the Carian troops, Who spake in barbarous accents and possessed Where dwell the Phthirians, and Mæander's stream, And airy peaks of Mycale. O'er these The hand of swift Æacides within The river's channel. There the great in war, Achilles, spoiled Nomion of his gold. Sarpedon and the noble Glaucus bore Rule o'er the Lycians coming from afar, Where eddying Xanthus runs through Lycia's meads. BOOK III. OW when both armies were arrayed for war, NOW Each with its chiefs, the Trojan host moved on From winter and its mighty breadth of rain, Wing their way over ocean, and at dawn Bloodshed and death. But silently the Greeks To aid each other in the coming fray. As when the south wind shrouds a mountain-top In vapors that awake the shepherd's fear, — A surer covert for the thief than night, — Now drew they near each other, face to face, 5 10 15 And Paris in the Trojan van pressed on, A prey of some large beast—a hornèd stag Or mountain goat-rejoices, and with speed Great joy when Paris, of the godlike form, As one who meets within a mountain glade A serpent starts aside with sudden fright, And takes the backward way with trembling limbs 20 25 30 35 40 And cheeks all white,—the graceful Paris thus And mingled with the high-souled sons of Troy. Harshly: "O luckless Paris, nobly formed, Shouldst never have been born, or else at best Have died unwedded; better were it far, Than thus to be a scandal and a scorn To all who look on thee. The long-haired Greeks, A beautiful woman from that distant land, And all the people, to our foes a joy, And a disgrace to thee? Why couldst thou not Await Atrides? Then hadst thou been taught From what a valiant warrior thou didst take His blooming spouse. Thy harp will not avail, Nor all the gifts of Venus, nor thy locks, Then Paris, of the godlike presence, spake Thou dost not wrong me. Dauntless is thy heart; 'Tis like an axe when, wielded by the hand 70 That hews the shipwright's plank, it cuts right through, With the fair gifts which golden Venus Is not to be rejected: 't is not ours gave. To choose what they shall give us. But if thou Desirest to behold my prowess shown In combat, cause the Trojans and the Greeks To pause from battle, while, between the hosts, I and the warlike Menelaus strive In single fight for Helen and her wealth. Whoever shall prevail and 75 80 85 90 |