The life and works of William Cullen Bryant
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7 S THE BOY POET AND POLITICIAN.
The second version, the account of Polyphemus, JEneid,
Book III, line 6i8th, was more spirited, but is not of a nature
to be quoted.
How thoroughly the lad entered into his classical studies
appears from a poetical epistle addressed to his elder brother
Austin, a little while after the foregoing letter was sent to his
The Southwest laden with its tempests dire.
Fierce Eurus and the raging South conspire ;
Disclose the ocean s depths with dreadful roar,
And roll vast surges thundering to the shore.
The cordage breaks, the seamen raise their cries,
Clouds veil the smiling day, and cheerful skies ;
Blue lightnings glare, redoubled thunder rolls,
And frowning darkness shrouds the dreary poles !
While instant ruin threatening every eye,
Hangs on the waves, or lowers from the sky !
Relaxed with shuddering fear, yEneas stands ;
And groaning, raises to the heavens his hands.
4 Thrice happy ye who died in war, he cries.
In stately Troy, before your parents eyes ;
Why fell I not, Tydides, by thine hand,
On Trojan plains, thou bravest of thy band?
Then might I lie by mighty Hector s side,
Or where Sarpedon, great in battle, died ;
Where, with impetuous torrent, Simois rolls,
The arms and bodies of heroic souls.
44 A mighty wave descending from on high,
Death on its brow before the hero s eye,
Fell on the ships which bore the Lycian crew,
And headlong from his seat the pilot threw.
Thrice the swift vortex whirled the vessel round,
And straight ingulphed it in the deep profound !
Then o er the waves, in thick confusion spread,
Rose arms and planks and bodies of the dead.
44 Now Ilioneus sturdy barque gave way,
Achates vessel owned the tempest s sway ;
Then round young Abas ship its terrors roar,
And that whose bosom old Alethes bore.
Their joints were wrenched, and all, with gaping sides,
Receive, in drenching streams, the hostile tides. & quot;
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