There Priam stood, and Agamemnon here,
And Peleus’ Son, to both alike severe.
Struck with the View, oh! Friend, the Hero cries,
(Tears, as he spoke, came starting from his Eyes)615
Lo! the wide World our Miseries employ;
What Realm abounds not with the Woes of Troy?
See! where the venerable Priam stands!
See Virtue honour’d in the Lybian Sands!
For Troy, the generous Tears of Carthage flow;620
And Tyrian Breasts are touch’d with human Woe.
Now banish Fear, for since the Trojan Name
Is known, we find our Safety in our Fame.
Thus, while his Soul the moving Picture fed,
A Show’r of Tears the groaning Hero shed.625
For here, the fainting Greeks in Flight he view’d,
And there, the Trojans to their Walls pursu’d
By plum’d Achilles, with his dreadful Spear,
Whirl’d on his kindling Chariot thro’ the War.
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