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death_n	bear_v	life_n	live_v	4,791	5	5.2156	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A65118	The destruction of Troy, an essay upon the second book of Virgils Æneis. Written in the year, 1636.; Aeneis. Liber 2. English	Virgil.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.	1656 (1656)	Wing V624; ESTC R796	10,153	38

aid Encourag'd with success Choraebus said O Friends we now by better Fates are led And the fair Path they lead us let us dread First change your Arms and their distinctions beare The same in foes Deceit and Vertue are Then of his Arms Androgeus he divests His Sword his shield he takes and plumed Crests Then Ripheus Dymas and the rest All glad Of the occasion in fresh spoils are clad Thus mixt with Greeks as if their Fortune still Follow'd their swords we fight pursue and kill Some re-ascend the Horse and he whose sides Let forth the valiant now the Coward hides Some to their safer guard their ships retire But vain 's that hope 'gainst which the Gods conspire Behold the Royal Virgin The Divine Cassandra from Minerva's fatal shrine Dragg'd by the hair casting tow'ards heaven in vain Her Eyes for Cords her tender hands did strain Choraebus at the spectacle enrag'd Flyes in amidst the foes we thus engag'd To second him amongst the thickest ran Here first our ruine from our friends began Who from the Temples Battlements a showr Of Darts and Arrows on our heads did powr They us for Greeks and now the Greeks who knew Cassandra's rescue us for Trojans slew Then from all parts Ulysses Ajax then And then th' Atridae rally all their men As winds that meet from several Coasts contest Their prisons being broke The South and West And Eurus on his winged Coursers born Triumphing in their speed the woods are torn And chafing Nereus with his Trident throws The Billows from their bottom Then all those Who in the dark Our fury did escape Returning know our borrowed Arms and shape And diff'ring Dialect Then their numbers swell And grow upon us first Choraebus fell Before Minerva's Altar next did bleed Just Ripheus whom no Trojan did exceed In virtue yet the Gods his fate decreed Then Hippanis and Dymas wounded by Their friends nor thee Panthus thy Piety Nor consecrared Mitre from the same Ill fate could save My Countreys funeral flame And Troys cold ashes I attest and call To witness for my self That in their fall No Foes no Death nor Danger I declin'd Did and deserv'd no less my Fate to find Now Iphitus with me and Pelias Slowly retire the one retarded was By feeble Age the other by a wound To Court the Cry directs us where We found Th' Assault so hot as if 't were onely there And all the rest secure from foes or feare The Greeks the Gates approach'd their Targets cast Over their heads some scaling ladders plac't Against the walls the rest the steps ascend And with their shields on their left Arms defend Arrows and darts and with their right hold fast The Battlement on them the Trojans cast Stones Rafters Pillars Beams such Arms as these Now hopeless for their last defence they seize The gilded Roofs the marks of ancient state They tumble down and now against the Gate Of th' Inner Court their growing force they bring Now was Our last effort to save the King Relieve the fainting and succeed the dead A Private Gallery 'twixt th' appartments led Not to the Foe yet known or not observ'd The way for Hectors hapless wife reserv'd When to the aged King her little son She would present Through this We pass and run Up to the highest Battlement from whence The Trojans threw their darts without Offence A Tower so high it seem'd to reach the sky Stood on the roof from whence we could descry All Ilium both the Camps the Grecian Fleet This where the Beams upon the Columnes meet We loosen which like Thunder from the Cloud Breaks on their heads as sudden and as loud But others still succeed mean time nor stones Nor any kinde of weapons cease Before the Gate in gilded Armour shone Young Pyrrhus like a Snake his skin new grown Who fed on poys'nous herbs all winter lay Under the ground and now reviews the day Fresh in his new apparel proud and yong Rowls up his Back and brandishes his tongue And lifts his scaly breast against the Sun With him his Fathers Squire Automedon And Periphas who drove his winged steeds Enter the Court whom all the youth succeeds Of Scyros Isle who flaming firebrands flung Up to the roof Pyrrhus himself among The formost with an Ax an entrance hews Through Beams of solid Oak then freely views The Chambers Galleries and Rooms of State Where Priam and the Ancient Monarchs sate At the first Gate an Armed Guard appears But th' Inner Court with horror noise and tears Confus'dly fill'd The womens shrieks and cryes The Arched Vaults re-eccho to the skyes Sad Matrons wandring through the spacious Rooms Embrace and kiss the Posts Then Pyrrhus comes Full of his Father neither men nor Walls His force sustain the torn Port-cullis falls Then from the hinge their strokes the Gates divorce And where the way they cannot finde they force Not with such rage a Swelling Torrent flows Above his banks th' opposing Dams orethrows Depopulates the Fields the Cattel Sheep Shepherds and folds the foaming Surges sweep And now between two sad extreams I stood Here Pyrrhus and th' Atridae drunk with blood There th' hapless Queen amongst an hundred Dames And Priam quenching from his wounds those flames Which his own hands had on the altar laid Then they the secret Cabinets invade Where stood the Fifty Nuptial Beds the hopes Of that great Race The Golden Posts whose tops Old hostile spoils adorn'd demolisht lay Or to the foe or to the fire a Prey Now Priams fate perhaps you may enquire Seeing his Empire lost his Troy on fire And his own Palace by the Greeks possest Arms long disus'd his trembling limbs invest Thus on his foes he threw himself alone Not for their Fate but to provoke his owne There stood an Altar open to the view Of Heaven neer which an aged Lawrel grew Whose shady arms the houshold Gods embrac'd Before whose feet the Queen her self had cast With all her daughters and the Trojan wives As Doves whom an approaching tempest drives And frights into one flock But having spy'd Old Priam clad in youthful Arms she cry'd Alas my wretched husband what pretence To bear those Arms and in them what defence Such aid such times require not when again If Hector were alive he liv'd in vain Or here We shall a Sanctuary find Or as in life we shall in death be joyn'd Then weeping with kinde force held and embrac'd And on the sacred seat the King she plac'd Mean while Polites one of Priams sons Flying the rage of bloody Pyrrhus runs Through Foes and Swords and ranges all the Court And empty Galleries amaz'd and hurt Pyrrhus pursues him now oretakes now kills And his last blood in Priams presence spills The King though him so many deaths inclose Nor fear nor grief but Indignation shows The Gods requite thee if within the care Of those alone th' affairs of mortals are Whose fury on the son but lost had been Had not his Parents Eyes his murder seen Not That Achilles whom thou feignst to be Thy Father so inhumane was to me He blusht when I the rights of Arms implor'd To me my Hector me to Troy restor'd This said His feeble Arm a Javelin flung Which on the sounding shield scarce entring rung Then Pyrrhus go a messenger to Hell Of my black deeds and to my Father tell The Acts of his degenerate Race So through The Sons warm blood the Trembling King he drew To th' Altar in his hair one hand he wreathes His sword the other in his Bosom sheathes Thus fell the King who yet surviv'd the State With such a signal and peculiar Fate Under so vast a ruine not a Grave Nor in such flames a funeral fire to have He whom such Titles sweld such Power made proud To whom the Scepters of all Asia bow'd On the cold earth lyes this neglected King A headless Carkass and a nameless Thing FINIS