with a pursuit so vain, Turn, and behold the brave Euphorbus slain; By Sparta slain! for ever now suppress'd The fire which burn'd in that undaunted breast!" Thus having spoke, Apollo wing'd his flight, And mix'd with mortals in the toils of fight: His words infix'd unutterable care Deep in great Hector's soul: through all the war He darts his anxious eye; and, instant, view'd The breathless hero in his blood imbued, (Forth welling from the wound, as prone he lay) And in the victor's hands the shining prey. Sheath'd in bright arms, through cleaving ranks he flies, And sends his voice in thunder to the skies: Fierce as a flood of flame by Vulcan sent, It flew, and fired the nations as it went. Atrides from the voice the storm divined, And thus explored his own unconquer'd mind: "Then shall I quit Patroclus on the plain, Slain in my cause, and for my honour slain! Desert the arms, the relics, of my friend? Or singly, Hector and his troops atte