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ARMIES of box that sportively engage	B
And mimic real battles in their rage	B
Pleased I recount how smit with glory's charms	C
Two mighty Monarchs met in adverse arms	C
Sable and white assist me to explore	D
Ye Serian Nymphs what ne'er was sung before	D
No path appears yet resolute I stray	E
Where youth undaunted bids me force my way	E
O'er rocks and cliffs while I the task pursue	F
Guide me ye Nymphs with your unerring clue	F
For you the rise of this diversion know	G
You first were pleased in Italy to show	G
This studious sport from Scacchis was its name	H
The pleasing record of your Sister's fame	H
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When Jove through Ethiopia's parch'd extent	I
To grace the nuptials of old Ocean went	I
Each god was there and mirth and joy around	J
To shores remote diffused their happy sound	J
Then when their hunger and their thirst no more	D
Claim'd their attention and the feast was o'er	K
Ocean with pastime to divert the thought	L
Commands a painted table to be brought	L
Sixty four spaces fill the chequer'd square	M
Eight in each rank eight equal limits share	M
Alike their form but different are their dyes	N
They fade alternate and alternate rise	N
White after black such various stains as those	O
The shelving backs of tortoises disclose	O
Then to the gods that mute and wondering sate	P
You see says he the field prepared for fate	P
Here will the little armies please your sight	Q
With adverse colours hurrying to the fight	Q
On which so oft with silent sweet surprise	N
The Nymphs and Nereids used to feast their eyes	N
And all the neighbours of the hoary deep	R
When calm the sea and winds were lull'd asleep	R
But see the mimic heroes tread the board	S
He said and straightway from an urn he pour'd	S
The sculptured box that neatly seem'd to ape	T
The graceful figure of a human shape	T
Equal the strength and number of each foe	G
Sixteen appear'd like jet sixteen like snow	G
As their shape varies various is the name	H
Different their posts nor is their strength the same	H
There might you see two Kings with equal pride	U
Gird on their arms their Consorts by their side	U
Here the Foot warriors glowing after fame	H
There prancing Knights and dexterous Archers came	H
And Elephants that on their backs sustain	V
Vast towers of war and fill and shake the plain	V
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And now both hosts preparing for the storm	W
Of adverse battle their encampments form	W
In the fourth space and on the farthest line	X
Directly opposite the Monarchs shine	X
The swarthy on white ground on sable stands	Y
The silver King and then they send commands	Y
Nearest to these the Queens exert their might	Q
One the left side and t'other guards the right	Q
Where each by her respective armour known	Z
Chooses the colour that is like her own	Z
Then the young Archers two that snowy white	Q
Bend the tough yew and two as black as night	Q
Greece call'd them Mars's favourites heretofore	D
From their delight in war and thirst of gore	D
These on each side the Monarch and his Queen	A2
Surround obedient next to these are seen	A2
The crested Knights in golden armour gay	E
Their steeds by turns curvet or snort or neigh	G
In either army on each distant wing	B2
Two mighty Elephants their castles bring	B2
Bulwarks immense and then at last combine	X
Eight of the Foot to form the second line	X
The vanguard to the King and Queen from far	C2
Prepared to open all the fate of war	D
So moved the boxen hosts each double lined	D2
Their different colours floating in the wind	D2
As if an army of the Gauls should go	G
With their white standards o'er the Alpine snow	G
To meet in rigid fight on scorching sands	Y
The sun burnt Moors and Memnon's swarthy bands	Y
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Then Father Ocean thus you see them here	E2
Celestial powers what troops what camps appear	F2
Learn now the sev'ral orders of the fray	E
For e'en these arms their stated laws obey	E
To lead the fight the Kings from all their bands	Y
Choose whom they please to bear their great commands	Y
Should a black hero first to battle go	G
Instant a white one guards against the blow	G
But only one at once can charge or shun the foe	G
Their gen'ral purpose on one scheme is bent	I
So to besiege the King within the tent	I
That there remains no place by subtle flight	Q
From danger free and that decides the fight	Q
Meanwhile howe'er the sooner to destroy	G2
Th' imperial Prince remorseless they employ	G2
Their swords in blood and whosoever dare	M
Oppose their vengeance in the ruin share	M
Fate thins their camp the parti coloured field	H2
Widens apace as they o'ercome or yield	H2
But the proud victor takes the captive's post	I2
There fronts the fury of th' avenging host	I2
One single shock and should he ward the blow	G
May then retire at pleasure from the foe	G
The Foot alone so their harsh laws ordain	V
When they proceed can ne'er return again	J2
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But neither all rush on alike to prove	G
The terror of their arms The Foot must move	G
Directly on and but a single square	M
Yet may these heroes when they first prepare	M
To mix in combat on the bloody mead	K2
Double their sally and two steps proceed	K2
But when they wound their swords they subtly guide	U
With aim oblique and slanting pierce his side	U
But the great Indian beasts whose backs sustain	V
Vast turrets arm'd when on the redd'ning plain	V
They join in all the terror of the fight	Q
Forward or backward to the left or right	Q
Run furious and impatient of confine	X
Scour through the field and threat the farthest line	X
Yet must they ne'er obliquely aim their blows	O
That only manner is allow'd to those	O
Whom Mars has favour'd most who bend the stubborn bows	L2
These glancing sidewards in a straight career	F2
Yet each confin'd to their respective sphere	F2
Or white or black can send th' unerring dart	M2
Wing'd with swift death to pierce through ev'ry part	M2
The fiery steed regardless of the reins	N2
Comes prancing on but sullenly disdains	N2
The path direct and boldly wheeling round	J
Leaps o'er a double space at ev'ry bound	J
And shifts from white or black to diff'rent colour'd ground	J
But the fierce Queen whom dangers ne'er dismay	E
The strength and terror of the bloody day	E
In a straight line spreads her destruction wide	U
To left or right before behind aside	U
Yet may she never with a circling course	O2
Sweep to the battle like the fretful Horse	O2
But unconfin'd may at her pleasure stray	E
If neither friend nor foe block up the way	E
For to o'erleap a warrior 'tis decreed	K2
Those only dare who curb the snorting steed	K2
With greater caution and majestic state	P
The warlike Monarchs in the scene of fate	P
Direct their motions since for these appear	F2
Zealous each hope and anxious ev'ry fear	F2
While the King's safe with resolution stern	P2
They clasp their arms but should a sudden turn	P2
Make him a captive instantly they yield	H2
Resolved to share his fortune in the field	H2
He moves on slow with reverence profound	J
His faithful troops encompass him around	J
And oft to break some instant fatal scheme	Q2
Rush to their fates their sov'reign to redeem	Q2
While he unanxious where to wound the foe	G
Need only shift and guard against a blow	G
But none however can presume t' appear	F2
Within his reach but must his vengeance fear	F2
For he on ev'ry side his terror throws	O
But when he changes from his first repose	O
Moves but one step most awfully sedate	P
Or idly roving or intent on fate	P
These are the sev'ral and establish'd laws	R2
Now see how each maintains his bloody cause	S2
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Here paused the god but since whene'er they wage	B
War here on earth the gods themselves engage	B
In mutual battle as they hate or love	G
And the most stubborn war is oft above	G
Almighty Jove commands the circling train	V
Of gods from fav'ring either to abstain	V
And let the fight be silently survey'd	T2
And added solemn threats if disobey'd	T2
Then call'd he Phoebus from among the Powers	U2
And subtle Hermes whom in softer hours	U2
Fair Maia bore youth wanton'd in their face	V2
Both in life's bloom both shone with equ	G

Oliver Goldsmith

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