. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . nd undulates with sinuous lashed spray echoes : now they reach,The inland belted by the beach,And rolling bloodshot eyes of fire, 122 WTEIRATURE; of , NATIONS. Dart their forked tongue, and hiss for ire. We fly distraught; unswerving they Toward I^aocoon hold their way; First round his two young sons they wreathe, And grind their limbs with savage teeth: Then, as with arms he comes to aid, The wretched father they invade And twine in giant folds; twice round His stalwart waist their spires are wound,
. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . nd undulates with sinuous lashed spray echoes : now they reach,The inland belted by the beach,And rolling bloodshot eyes of fire, 122 WTEIRATURE; of , NATIONS. Dart their forked tongue, and hiss for ire. We fly distraught; unswerving they Toward I^aocoon hold their way; First round his two young sons they wreathe, And grind their limbs with savage teeth: Then, as with arms he comes to aid, The wretched father they invade And twine in giant folds; twice round His stalwart waist their spires are wound, Twice round his neck, while over all Their heads and crests tower high and tall. He strains his strength their knots to tear, While gore and slime his fillets smear, And to the unregardful skies Sends up his agonizing cries: A wounded bull such moaning makes, When from his neck the axe he shakes, Ill-aimed, and from the altar breaks. The twin destroyers take their flight To Pallas temple on the height; There by the goddess feet concealed They lie and nestle neath her i,ATiN ;. 123 The Dkath of Priam. PERHAPS you may of Priams fate inquire?He—when he saw his regal town on fire,His ruined palace, and his entring foes,On every side inevitable woes—In arms disused invests his limbs, decayed,Like them, with age; a late and useless feeble shoulders scarce the weight sustain:Loaded, not armed, he creeps along with pain,Despairing of success, ambitious to be but by heaven, there stood in viewAn altar: near the hearth a laurel with age, whose boughs encompass roundThe household gods, and shade the holy Hecuba, with all her helpless trainOf dames, for shelter sought, but sought in vain,Drivn like a flock of doves along the sky,Their images they hug, and to their altars queen when she beheld her trembling hanging by his side a heavy sword,What rage, she cried, has seized my husbands mind?What arms
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