354
VIRGIL's
Æn. II.
Safe under Covert of the silent Night,
And guided by th'Imperial Galley's light. 335
When Sinon, favour'd by the Partial Gods,
Unlock'd the Horse, and op'd his dark abodes:
Restor'd to vital Air our hidden Foes,
Who joyful from their long Confinement rose.
Tysander bold, and Sthenelus, their Guide, 340
And dire Ulysses down the Cable slide:
Then Thoas, Athamas, and Pyrrhus hast;
Nor was the Podalyrian Heroe last:
Nor injur'd Menelaus, nor the fam'd
Epeus, who the fatal Engine fram'd. 345
A nameless Crowd succeed; their Forces join
T' invade the Town, oppress'd with Sleep and Wine.
Those few they find awake, first meet their Fate,
Then to their Fellows they unbar the Gate.
Twas in the dead of Night, when Sleep repairs 350
Our Bodies worn with Toils, our Minds with Cares,
When Hector's Ghost before my sight appears:
A bloody Shrowd he seem'd, and bath'd in Tears.
Such as he was, when, by Pelides slain,
Thessalian Coursers drag'd him o'er the Plain. 355
Swoln were his Feet, as when the Thongs were thrust
Through the bor'd holes, his Body black with dust.
Unlike that Hector, who return'd from toils
Of War Triumphant, in Æacian Spoils:
Or him, who made the fainting Greeks retire, 360
And lanch'd against their Navy Phrygian Fire.
And guided by th'Imperial Galley's light. 335
When Sinon, favour'd by the Partial Gods,
Unlock'd the Horse, and op'd his dark abodes:
Restor'd to vital Air our hidden Foes,
Who joyful from their long Confinement rose.
Tysander bold, and Sthenelus, their Guide, 340
And dire Ulysses down the Cable slide:
Then Thoas, Athamas, and Pyrrhus hast;
Nor was the Podalyrian Heroe last:
Nor injur'd Menelaus, nor the fam'd
Epeus, who the fatal Engine fram'd. 345
A nameless Crowd succeed; their Forces join
T' invade the Town, oppress'd with Sleep and Wine.
Those few they find awake, first meet their Fate,
Then to their Fellows they unbar the Gate.
Twas in the dead of Night, when Sleep repairs 350
Our Bodies worn with Toils, our Minds with Cares,
When Hector's Ghost before my sight appears:
A bloody Shrowd he seem'd, and bath'd in Tears.
Such as he was, when, by Pelides slain,
Thessalian Coursers drag'd him o'er the Plain. 355
Swoln were his Feet, as when the Thongs were thrust
Through the bor'd holes, his Body black with dust.
Unlike that Hector, who return'd from toils
Of War Triumphant, in Æacian Spoils:
Or him, who made the fainting Greeks retire, 360
And lanch'd against their Navy Phrygian Fire.
