Graced
with the presents of his shafts and bow.
From rich Apaesus and Adrestia's
towers,
High Teree's summits, and Pityea's
bowers;
From these the congregated troops
obey
Young Amphius and Adrastus' equal
sway;
Old Merops' sons; whom, skill'd in
fates to come,
The sire forewarn'd, and prophesied
their doom:
Fate urged them on! the sire
forewarn'd in vain,
They
rush'd to war, and perish'd on the plain.
From Practius' stream, Percote's
pasture lands,
And Sestos and Abydos' neighbouring
strands,
From great Arisba's walls and
Selle's coast,
Asius Hyrtacides conducts his host:
High on his car he shakes the
flowing reins,
His
fiery coursers thunder o'er the plains.
The fierce Pelasgi next, in war
renown'd,
March from Larissa's ever-fertile
ground:
In equal arms their brother leaders
shine,
Hippothous
bold, and Pyleus the divine.
Next Acamas and Pyrous lead their
hosts,
In dread array, from Thracia's
wintry coasts;
Round the bleak realms where
Hellespontus roars,
And
Boreas beats the hoarse-resounding shores.
With great Euphemus the Ciconians
move,
Sprung
from Troezenian Ceus, loved by Jove.
Pyraechmes the Paeonian troops
attend,
Skill'd in the fight their crooked
bows to bend;
From Axius' ample bed he leads them
on,
00 here is a secret recipe for
building and arming a ship
00 note they are all calling,
prayiong to their gods and using oricles to gain favour form the Gods before
setting off, what is the furtune
fortold,ost not that good and warnings told.
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