saw the flashing light, (The sign of conquest,) and thus urged the fight: "Hear, every Trojan, Lycian, Dardan band, All famed in war, and dreadful hand to hand. Be mindful of the wreaths your arms have won, Your great forefathers' glories, and your own. Heard ye the voice of Jove? Success and fame Await on Troy, on Greece eternal shame. In vain they skulk behind their boasted wall, Weak bulwarks; destined by this arm to fall. High o'er their slighted trench our steeds shall bound, And pass victorious o'er the levell'd mound. Soon as before yon hollow ships we stand, Fight each with flames, and toss the blazing brand; Till, their proud navy wrapt in smoke and fires, All Greece, encompass'd, in one blaze expires." Furious he said; then bending o'er the yoke, Encouraged his proud steeds, while thus he spoke: "Now, Xanthus, Ćthon, Lampus, urge the chase, And thou, Podargus! prove thy generous race; Be fleet, be fearless, this important day, And all your master's well-spent care repay. For this, high-fed, in plenteous stalls ye stand, Served with pure wheat, and by a princess' hand; For this my spouse, of great Aetion's line, So oft has steep'd the strengthening grain in wine. Now swift pursue, now thunder uncontroll'd: Give me to seize rich Nestor's shield of gold; From Tydeus' shoulders strip the costly load, Vulcanian arms, the labour of a god: These if we gain, then victory, ye powers! This night, this glorious night, the fleet is ours!" That heard, deep anguish stung Saturnia's soul; She shook her throne, that shook the starry pole: And thus to Neptune: "Thou, whose force can make The stedfast earth from her foundations shake, Seest thou the Greeks by fates unjust oppress'd, Nor swells thy heart in that immortal breast? Yet Ćgae, Helice, thy power obey,(195) And gifts unceasing on thine altars lay. Would all the deities of Greece combine, In vain the gloomy Thunderer might repine: