He still persists his reasons to maintain; Our pray’rs, our tears, our loud laments, are vain.
The house is fill’d with loud laments and cries, And shrieks of women rend the vaulted skies; The fearful matrons run from place to place, And kiss the thresholds, and the posts embrace.
First from the frighted court the yell began; Redoubled, thence from house to house it ran: The groans of men, with shrieks, laments, and cries Of mixing women, mount the vaulted skies.
The youth, transfix’d, with lamentable cries, Expires before his wretched parent’s eyes: Whom gasping at his feet when Priam saw, The fear of death gave place to nature’s law; And, shaking more with anger than with age, ’The gods,’ said he, ’requite thy brutal rage!
Of Trojan chiefs he view’d a num’rous train, All much lamented, all in battle slain; Glaucus and Medon, high above the rest, Antenor’s sons, and Ceres’ sacred priest.
The souls whom that unhappy flame invades, In secret solitude and myrtle shades Make endless moans, and, pining with desire, Lament too late their unextinguish’d fire.
Now loud laments along the shores resound, Of parting friends in close embraces bound.
First, let him see his friends in battle slain, And their untimely fate lament in vain; And when, at length, the cruel war shall cease, On hard conditions may he buy his peace: Nor let him then enjoy supreme command; But fall, untimely, by some hostile hand, And lie unburied on the barren sand!
The Trojan stood astonish’d at their cries, And ask’d his guide from whence those yells arise; And what the crimes, and what the tortures were, And loud laments that rent the liquid air.
So seizes the grim wolf the tender lamb, In vain lamented by the bleating dam.
Thus, weeping while he spoke, he took his way, Where, new in death, lamented Pallas lay.
Maids, matrons, widows, mix their common moans; Orphans their sires, and sires lament their sons.
She runs the rampires round amidst the war, Nor fears the flying darts; she rends her hair, And fills with loud laments the liquid air.
The gods, he saw, espous’d the juster side, When late their titles in the field were tried: Witness the fresh laments, and fun’ral tears undried.
The hero, who beheld with wond’ring eyes The tumult mix’d with shrieks, laments, and cries, Ask’d of his guide, what the rude concourse meant; Why to the shore the thronging people bent; What forms of law among the ghosts were us’d; Why some were ferried o’er, and some refus’d.
Then thrice around the kindled piles they go (For ancient custom had ordain’d it so) Thrice horse and foot about the fires are led; And thrice, with loud laments, they hail the dead.
"Now peals of shouts come thund’ring from afar, Cries, threats, and loud laments, and mingled war: The noise approaches, tho’ our palace stood Aloof from streets, encompass’d with a wood.
Then, from the bottom of her breast, she drew A mournful sigh, and these sad words ensue: "Too dear a fine, ah much lamented maid, For warring with the Trojans, thou hast paid!