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He said and pass'd with sad presaging heart	A
To seek his spouse his soul's far dearer part	A
At home he sought her but he sought in vain	B
She with one maid of all her menial train	B
Had thence retir'd and with her second joy	C
The young Astyanax the hope of Troy	C
Pensive she stood on Ilion's tow'ry height	D
Beheld the war and sicken'd at the sight	D
There her sad eyes in vain her lord explore	E
Or weep the wounds her bleeding country bore	E
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But he who found not whom his soul desir'd	F
Whose virtue charm'd him as her beauty fir'd	F
Stood in the gates and ask'd what way she bent	G
Her parting steps if to the fane she went	G
Where late the mourning matrons made resort	H
Or sought her sisters in the Trojan court	H
Not to the court replied th' attendant train	B
Nor mixed with matrons to Minerva's fane	B
To Ilion's steepy tow'r she bent her way	I
To mark the fortunes of the doubtful day	I
Troy fled she heard before the Grecian sword	J
She heard and trembled for her absent lord	J
Distracted with surprise she seem'd to fly	K
Fear on her cheek and sorrow in her eye	K
The nurse attended with her infant boy	C
The young Astyanax the hope of Troy	C
	-
Hector this heard return'd without delay	I
Swift through the town he trod his former way	I
Through streets of palaces and walks of state	L
And met the mourner at the Sc an gate	L
With haste to meet him sprung the joyful fair	M
His blameless wife E e tion's wealthy heir	M
Cilician Theb great E e tion sway'd	N
And Hippoplacus' wide extended shade	N
The nurse stood near in whose embraces prest	O
His only hope hung smiling at her breast	O
Whom each soft charm and early grace adorn	P
Fair as the new born star that gilds the morn	P
To this lov'd infant Hector gave the name	Q
Scamandrius from Scamander's honour'd stream	R
Astyanax the Trojans call'd the boy	C
From his great father the defence of Troy	C
Silent the warrior smil'd and pleas'd resign'd	S
To tender passions all his mighty mind	S
His beauteous princess cast a mournful look	T
Hung on his hand and then dejected spoke	U
Her bosom labour'd with a boding sigh	K
And the big tear stood trembling in her eye	K
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Too daring prince ah whither dost thou run	V
Ah too forgetful of thy wife and son	V
And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be	W
A widow I a helpless orphan he	W
For sure such courage length of life denies	X
And thou must fall thy virtue's sacrifice	Y
Greece in her single heroes strove in vain	B
Now hosts oppose thee and thou must be slain	B
Oh grant me gods e'er Hector meets his doom	Z
All I can ask of heav'n an early tomb	Z
So shall my days in one sad tenor run	V
And end with sorrows as they first begun	V
No parent now remains my griefs to share	M
No father's aid no mother's tender care	M
The fierce Achilles wrapp'd our walls in fire	A2
Laid Theb waste and slew my warlike sire	A2
His fate compassion in the victor bred	B2
Stern as he was he yet rever'd the dead	B2
His radiant arms preserv'd from hostile spoil	C2
And laid him decent on the fun'ral pile	D2
Then rais'd a mountain where his bones were burn'd	E2
The mountain nymphs the rural tomb adorn'd	F2
Jove's sylvan daughters bade their elms bestow	G2
A barren shade and in his honour grow	G2
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By the same arm my sev'n brave brothers fell	H2
In one sad day beheld the gates of hell	H2
While the fat herds and snowy flocks they fed	B2
Amid their fields the hapless heroes bled	B2
My mother liv'd to bear the victor's bands	I2
The queen of Hippoplacia's sylvan lands	I2
Redeem'd too late she scarce beheld again	J2
Her pleasing empire and her native plain	B
When ah oppress'd by life consuming woe	G2
She fell a victim to Diana's bow	K2
	-
Yet while my Hector still survives I see	W
My father mother brethren all in thee	W
Alas my parents brothers kindred all	L2
Once more will perish if my Hector fall	L2
Thy wife thy infant in thy danger share	M
Oh prove a husband's and a father's care	M
That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy	C
Where yon wild fig trees join the wall of Troy	C
Thou from this tow'r defend th' important post	M2
There Agamemnon points his dreadful host	M2
That pass Tydides Ajax strive to gain	B
And there the vengeful Spartan fires his train	B
Thrice our bold foes the fierce attack have giv'n	B
Or led by hopes or dictated from heav'n	B
Let others in the field their arms employ	C
But stay my Hector here and guard his Troy	C
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The chief replied That post shall be my care	M
Not that alone but all the works of war	E
How would the sons of Troy in arms renown'd	N2
And Troy's proud dames whose garments sweep the ground	N2
Attaint the lustre of my former name	Q
Should Hector basely quit the field of fame	Q
My early youth was bred to martial pains	O2
My soul impels me to th' embattled plains	O2
Let me be foremost to defend the throne	B
And guard my father's glories and my own	B
Yet come it will the day decreed by fates	P2
How my heart trembles while my tongue relates	P2
The day when thou imperial Troy must bend	Q2
And see thy warriors fall thy glories end	Q2
And yet no dire presage so wounds my mind	S
My mother's death the ruin of my kind	S
Not Priam's hoary hairs defil'd with gore	E
Not all my brothers gasping on the shore	E
As thine Andromache thy griefs I dread	B2
I see thee trembling weeping captive led	B2
In Argive looms our battles to design	B
And woes of which so large a part was thine	B
To bear the victor's hard commands or bring	R2
The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring	R2
There while you groan beneath the load of life	S2
They cry 'Behold the mighty Hector's wife '	-
Some haughty Greek who lives thy tears to see	W
Embitters all thy woes by naming me	W
The thoughts of glory past and present shame	Q
A thousand griefs shall waken at the name	Q
May I lie cold before that dreadful day	I
Press'd with a load of monumental clay	I
Thy Hector wrapp'd in everlasting sleep	T2
Shall neither hear thee sigh nor see thee weep	T2
	-
Thus having spoke th' illustrious chief of Troy	C
Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy	C
The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast	O
Scar'd at the dazzling helm and nodding crest	O
With secret pleasure each fond parent smil'd	U2
And Hector hasted to relieve his child	U2
The glitt'ring terrors from his brows unbound	N2
And plac'd the beaming helmet on the ground	N2
Then kiss'd the child and lifting high in air	M
Thus to the gods preferr'd a father's pray'r	V2
	-
O thou whose glory fills th' ethereal throne	B
And all ye deathless pow'rs protect my son	B
Grant him like me to purchase just renown	B
To guard the Trojans to defend the crown	B
Against his country's foes the war to wage	W2
And rise the Hector of the future age	W2
So when triumphant from successful toils	X2
Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils	X2
Whole hosts may hail him with deserv'd acclaim	Q
And say 'This chief transcends his father's fame'	Q
While pleas'd amidst the gen'ral shouts of Troy	C
His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy	C
	-
He spoke and fondly gazing on her charms	Y2
Restor'd the pleasing burthen to her arms	Y2
Soft on her fragrant breast the babe she laid	N
Hush'd to repose and with a smile survey'd	N
The troubled pleasure soon chastis'd by fear	Z2
She mingled with the smile a tender tear	M
The soften'd chief with kind compassion view'd	A3
And dried the falling drops and thus pursu'd	A3
	-
Andromache my soul's far better part	A
Why with untimely sorrows heaves thy heart	A
No hostile hand can antedate my doom	Q
Till fate condemns me to the silent tomb	Q
Fix'd is the term to all the race of earth	B3
And such the hard condition of our birth	B3
No force can then resist no flight	D

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