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Winged Words Of Ancient Archers.—Part Iii.
Alas , poor Pandarus ! that ( i deathful dart" was doomed to be thy death , recoiling on thy head in shape of dread Tydides' spear . Galling ifc must have been to thy gallant spirit , to be a second time frustratedyet so it was : that meddling Pallas , who before had turned thy dart , breathed straight a balm into the bitter-wound , and Tydides was himself again ! nay , better than before , with tenfold fury fired . iEneas did not know the true state of the case , when he harrowed up ihy feelings with such words as these :
" "Where , Pandarus , are all thy honours now , Thy winged arrows and unerring bow , Thy matchless skill , th y yet unrival'd fame . And boasted glory of the . Lvcian name ? Oh pierce that mortal ! if we mortal call That wondrous force by whicli whole armies fall . "
To which the chief replied , —' tis Diomed or the Devil ! " I winged an arrow which not idly fell , Tiie stroke had fixed him to the gates of hell , Atid , but some god , some angry god withstands , His fate was due to these unerring hands . Skilled in the bow , on foot \ sought ihe war , Nor joined swift horses to the rapid ear . Ten polish'd chariots I possessed at home , And still they Lycaon's princely dome
grace ; There veiled in spacious coverlets they stand ; And twice ten coursers at their lord ' s command . — I thought the steeds ( your large supplies unknown , ) Might fail of forage in the straitened town , So took my bow and pointed darts in hand . And left the chariots in my native land .- **
Pandarus ! we admire thy frankness more than thy thrift ; it was , to say the least , injudicious discretion . Yet it would have been all one in the end , whether thou didst fight with , buckler or with bow—some god , some angry god , was clearly against thee . Still it was trying to the temper ; Job himself could scarcely have refrained
exclaiming" In evil hour these bended horns I strung , And seized the quiver where it idly hung . Curst be the fate that sent me to the field "Without a warrior's arms , the spear and shield I If e ' er with life I quit the Trojan plain , If e ' er I see my spouse and sire again , This bow , unfaithful to my glorious aims , Broke by my hand , shall feed the blazing flames .
Alas , again , poor Pandarus I hut vre excuse thee for thy passion ; for great , grievous indeed , was the provocation . "We would we had thy bow ! it would be worth all that Waring ever made or imagined . Farewell , brave Bowman I Fraternal feeling for an unfortunate Archer follow thee to thy tomb ! TOXOTBS .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Winged Words Of Ancient Archers.—Part Iii.
Alas , poor Pandarus ! that ( i deathful dart" was doomed to be thy death , recoiling on thy head in shape of dread Tydides' spear . Galling ifc must have been to thy gallant spirit , to be a second time frustratedyet so it was : that meddling Pallas , who before had turned thy dart , breathed straight a balm into the bitter-wound , and Tydides was himself again ! nay , better than before , with tenfold fury fired . iEneas did not know the true state of the case , when he harrowed up ihy feelings with such words as these :
" "Where , Pandarus , are all thy honours now , Thy winged arrows and unerring bow , Thy matchless skill , th y yet unrival'd fame . And boasted glory of the . Lvcian name ? Oh pierce that mortal ! if we mortal call That wondrous force by whicli whole armies fall . "
To which the chief replied , —' tis Diomed or the Devil ! " I winged an arrow which not idly fell , Tiie stroke had fixed him to the gates of hell , Atid , but some god , some angry god withstands , His fate was due to these unerring hands . Skilled in the bow , on foot \ sought ihe war , Nor joined swift horses to the rapid ear . Ten polish'd chariots I possessed at home , And still they Lycaon's princely dome
grace ; There veiled in spacious coverlets they stand ; And twice ten coursers at their lord ' s command . — I thought the steeds ( your large supplies unknown , ) Might fail of forage in the straitened town , So took my bow and pointed darts in hand . And left the chariots in my native land .- **
Pandarus ! we admire thy frankness more than thy thrift ; it was , to say the least , injudicious discretion . Yet it would have been all one in the end , whether thou didst fight with , buckler or with bow—some god , some angry god , was clearly against thee . Still it was trying to the temper ; Job himself could scarcely have refrained
exclaiming" In evil hour these bended horns I strung , And seized the quiver where it idly hung . Curst be the fate that sent me to the field "Without a warrior's arms , the spear and shield I If e ' er with life I quit the Trojan plain , If e ' er I see my spouse and sire again , This bow , unfaithful to my glorious aims , Broke by my hand , shall feed the blazing flames .
Alas , again , poor Pandarus I hut vre excuse thee for thy passion ; for great , grievous indeed , was the provocation . "We would we had thy bow ! it would be worth all that Waring ever made or imagined . Farewell , brave Bowman I Fraternal feeling for an unfortunate Archer follow thee to thy tomb ! TOXOTBS .