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The Iliads and Odysses of Homer translated out of Greek into English by Tho. Hobbes of Malmsbury ; with a large preface concerning the vertues of an heroick poem, written by the translator.; Works. English. 1677
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Homer.; Hobbes, Thomas, 1588-1679.; Wallim, J. Life of Homer.
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Wing H2551; ESTC R38794
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soon his Spear Democoâ—n pickt out And through both Temples forward went the head Then heavily he falls his Armour chinks His Eyes with endless night are covered And Hecter with his Trojans from him shrinks The Greeks then shouted and drew off their slain And on the Trojans pressing further were But then Apollo cryed out amain From Pergam Tow'r O Trojans what d' ye fear Go on upon the Greeks no more give way Their Bodies neither are of Stone nor Steel Nor able are the force of Brass to stay No less than you the wounds it makes they feel Nor fights Achilles here but angry lyes And wishes that the Greeks were overthrown So Phoebus 〈◊〉 ' Mongst the Argives Pallas flies Through Ranks and Files encouraging each one And then Diores slain was with a stone By Pyros whom the Thracians obey'd Crusht of his Right Leg was the Ankle-bone And in the dust upon his Back was lay'd Unto his fellows holding up his hands Ready to dye he for assistance cries Piros comes quickly in and ore him stands And wounds him in the Belly Then he dies But Thoas then slew Pyros with his Spear That pass'd his Breast till in his Lungs it stopt Then coming in he drew his Sword and there His Belly ript till out his Bowels dropt But to disarm him could not stay because So many Thracians about him stood Then back retir'd he and well pelted was Leaving two Leaders wrapt in dust and blood One an Epeian th' other Thracian And many others lying by them dead This Battle was well sought Although a man Through both the Armies safely had been led By Pallas and protected by her Shield He had no want of courage seen that day So many Greeks and Trojans in the field Depriv'd of Life by one another lay ILIAD LIB V. ANd Pallas now t'ennoble Diomed Amongst the Greeks with force did him inspire Whereby his heart and hands were strengthened And on his Shield and Helmet stood a Fire Bright as th' Autumnal Star above his Head And Shoulders flaming And straightway he runs Set on by Pallas and encouraged Into the throng where were the two good Sons Of Dares who was Vulcan's Priest Well skill'd They both were in the War Idâ—eus one The other Phegus These seeing him i' th' field On foot and not far from them and alone Met him and Phegus threw but hit him not For ore his shoulder flew the Spear in vain Then Diomedes threw and Phegus smote Clean through the Breast When Phegus thus was slain Down leapt Idaeus from the Chariot But durst not by his Brothers body stay For if he had the like Fate he had got But Vulcan in a smoak took him away Not willing that his Priest should childless dye Tydides to the Ships the Horses sent To see these two one slain the other fly To the proud Trojans very hearts it went But Pallas then took Mars by th' hand and said Mars bloody Mars to what end stay we here Let 's Neuters be For I am much afraid We both shall too much anger Jupiter This said she led him out and set hiâ— on Scamander bank And then the Trojans fled Before the Greeks Each Leader killed one Pressing â—â—em at their backs â—â—â—â—vered Then Dalius first his Charret turn'd about And open lay to Agamemnon's Spear Which in at 's Back and at his Breast went out Down fell the Alizonian Charioteer Idomeneus slew Phaesâ—us with a thrust As up into his Charriot he went The Spear at the right shoulder passed just And back again unto the earth him sent And Menelaus slew Scamandrius That well the Art of Hunting understood I' th' Hills and Woods none was more dexterous Bur Dian ' and his skill did him no good For Menelaus pierc'd him back and Breast Between the Shoulders with a deadly Spear And down he tumbled of life dispossest His eyes with endless darkness covered were Meriones slew Phâ—riclus the Son Of Harmonides the great Architect That but by Pallas taught had been by none But of his Art unhappy was th' effect 'T was he that built those Ships for Alexander That brought with him so much ill luck to Troy And to himself and to his chief Commander Not knowing what the Oracles did say But he as from the Fight he fled was here Oretaken by Meriones and slain At his right Buttock entered the Spear And at his Groin the point came out again Meges Pedaeus slew Antenor's Son Though not his Wives yet was his Wife so kind T' Aâ—tenor that she bred him as her own And lookt upon him with a Mothers mind Him Meges overtaking as he fled Slew with his strong sharp-pointed Spear which lighting Behind upon the noddle of his Head Forward he fell the senseless weapon biting And then Eurypylus Enaemon's Son Hypsenor slew new made Scamander's Priest That from him but not fast enough did run Eurypylus shav'd off his Hand at th' Wrist For at his Shoulder though he aim'd the stroak The quick Sword finding there the brass resist Slipt down unto his hand with force unbroke And there in streams of blood his Soul dismist Mean while â—â—dides like a man enraged Ran up and down the field One could not know With whom and where he was in sight engaged Whether amongst the Greeks or with the Foe As when a Torrent falling from the Hills Distends it self with fury on the Plain And suddenly the River overfills Supply'd by Jove with mighty showers of Rain And beareth down the Bridges as it goes No sence of Vineyard can against it stand But all the husbandry of men orethrows And uncontrolled passes ore their land Tydides so brake through each Trojan band And made them fly before him as he went And Pandarus then took his Bow in hand And a sharp Arrow from it to him sent Which pass'd through the right shoulder of his Coat Of Mail and fetcht the blood and with great joy Trojans cry'd he no more stand so remote For wounded is the stoutest foe of Troy And long he cannot the sore pain endure Unless my faith in Phoebus be in vain Thus said he boasting For he thought 't was sure The wound was mortal and Tydides slain Tydides to his Charre did then retreat And Sthenâ—lus alighting on the ground For sitting he was on the Charret-seat Drew out the cruel Arrow from the wound And out the blood gusht Then Tydides pray'd O Pallas Jove's all-conquering Child said he If ere you did me or my Father ayd Within my Spears reach let me this man see That with his Arrow me prevented has And boasting says I have not long to live Athena to his wish indulgent was And to him did more strength and courage give Fear not said she to go into the throng And charge i' th' thickest of the Enemies For I have made thee as thy Father strong And taken have the mist off from thy eyes That thou mayst see who Gods are who are meâ— If any God oppose thee give him
fat to feed And until Troy be by us won I wish That th' other Trojans may no better speed But flying by my Spear be tost like Hay Scamander shall afford them little aid Though to his Stream they Bulls and Horses slay Till for Patroclus death they all have paid With these his haughty words Scamander griev'd Contrived how Achilles to repel And how the Trojans best might be reliev'd That to escape into his water fell Achilles then Asteropaeus spi'd Pelegons Son the Son of Axius Of Axius the River deep and wide By th' Daughter of King Acessamenus And to him with a mind to kill him went As he was newly come out of the water But Xanthus gave him such encouragement Because Achilles fill'd his Stream with slaughter That there Asteropaeus for him staid And both in right and left hand had a Spear And never sought the Combat to avoid And when they were to one another near Who are you said Achilles and whose Son That in my anger dares approach me so For I in Arms encountred am by none But those whose Parents destin'd are to woâ— Asteropaeus to him then repli'd Why ask you me whose Son and who I am The Forces of Paeonia I guide To whom eleven days since I hither came Of my descent the Author Axius is The fairest Stream that on the Earth doth ruâ— His Son was Pelegon and I am his Thus who I am 't is told you and whose Son And now Achillis it is time to fight This said from his two hands his two Spears fly For both Asteropaeus hands were right The one of them his mighty Shield did try But pierc'd it not the plate of Gold withstood The other gave his arm a little wound Neer to his elbow and fetcht out some blood And so beyond him went and stuck i'th'ground Achilles then his Spear with all his strength Incensed at Asteropaeus threw Which missing into th' Earth went half its length Then from his side his Sword Achilles drew Asteropaeus to Achilles Spear Went back and at it thrice he pluckt in vain Then thought to break it but Achilles there Was with his Sword and with that he was slain For by the Sword his belly was so ript That all his bowels issu'd at the wound There him Achilles of his Armour stript And ore him crow'd as he lay on the ground Lie there said he shall Rivers Sons compare With th'off-spring of the blessed Gods above The Issue of a Brook you say you are But I the Issue am of mighty Jove For Peleus my Father was and his Was Aeacus whom Jupiter begot But greater he than any River is Then equal to his Race their Race is not A River great enough you had at hand But that you found had done you little good For nothing can the Pow'r of Jove withstand Not Achelous with his Royal Flood Nor th' Ocean it self of Waters King From whose abundance Seas their water take And ev'ry River Stream and Well and Spring That goeth on the Earth and ev'ry Lake Who when they but a clap of Thunder hear From Jove some danger presently they dread This said from th' Earth he pulled out his Spear And left o'th'Sands Asteropaeus dead Where Xanthus from his wound shall wash the blood And Eels and other fish seed on his fat Achilles then pursued those that stood Upon Scamander Bank amazed at The sury of the giddy Stream and when They saw their Leader killed in their sight By th'nand of terrible Achilles then They ev'ry one betook themselves to flight Then with his Sword he slew Thersilochus And after him the stout Astypylus And Ophelestes Mydon Aenius And after these Mnesus and Thrasius And had shed yet much more Paeoâ—ian blood But that Scamander at it took offence And like a man above his water stood And to Achilles spake his mind from thence Achilles truly you excel in might And Acts you do of great iniquitie And by the Gods assisted are in fight But though by Jove you should allowed be To kill the Trojans kill them on the Plain My Stream so choaked is with Carcasses I cannot drive my waters to the Main I wonder you should do such deeds as these Let those you kill be killed openlie Go therefore from me Thus Scamander said And then unto the River answer'd he Divine Scamander you shall be obey'd But to pursue the Trojans I mean still Till I have chas'd them up to Ilium And fight with Hector if he stay I will And see if his or my last day be come Scamander then unto Apollo spake Phoebus said he you Jove's commandment slight That bad you of the Trojans care to take And to desend them all you could till night Into the Stream Achilles leaps agen At which Scamander swelling lifts his Waves And out he throws the bodies of dead men And from Achilles hand the living saves Then throws a Billow on Achilles head And heavie on his Shield the Current lay And on the ground by no means he could tread So fast the River carri'd him away But ore the water hung an Elmen limb Which he laid hold on Then fell down the Tree Into the River And that saved him And served as a Bridge to set him free And swiftly then Achilles from him ran But after him Scamander sent his water Resolv'd to quench the fury of the man And save the Trojans in his Stream from slaughter And then as far as one can throw a Spear Achilles from the Flood obliquely flies Swift as a Hawk but yet was ne'r the near For still he water has before his eyes As when a man makes passage with his Spade For water to his Garden from a Hill The Stream outruns him that the Channel made So Xanthus was before Achilles still And ever as Achilles turn'd or stood To see if any God would by him stand Above his shoulders rose the mighty Flood And while he starts from 's feet removes the Sand. Achilles then himself bewailing said O Jupiter and lookt up to the Skie Let some God ' gainst this River give me aid And any other death then let me die But none I know on whom the fault to lay But my dear Mother who to flatter me Said I should die before the Walls of Troy And by Apollo only killed be O that I had by Hector's hand been slain The best of all the men that fight for Troy But now I perish like a silly Swain Passing a Torrent in a rainy day These words Achilles had no sooner said But Neptune and Athena with him were And on Achilles hand their hands they laid Then Neptune said Achilles do not fear Encouraged by two such Gods as we Pallas and I and that by Jove's command Retiring soon you shall the River see For fear of him you need not hold your hand But drive the Trojans all to Ilium Save those that fly And having Hector slain As we assure you you shall do then come Triumphantly unto the