From him the Trojan siege I understood, The Grecian chiefs, and your illustrious blood.
What Diomede, nor Thetis’ greater son, A thousand ships, nor ten years’ siege, had doneFalse tears and fawning words the city won.
Not so my father taught my childhood arms; Born in a siege, and bred among alarms!
A second siege my banish’d issue fears, And a new Diomede in arms appears.
Meantime, intent upon their siege, the foes Within their walls the Trojan host inclose: They wound, they kill, they watch at ev’ry gate; Renew the fires, and urge their happy fate.
The long defense the Trojan people made, The war protracted, and the siege delay’d, Were due to Hector’s and this hero’s hand: Both brave alike, and equal in command; Aeneas, not inferior in the field, In pious reverence to the gods excell’d.
Taught, by their ten years’ siege, defensive fight, They roll down ribs of rocks, an unresisted weight, To break the penthouse with the pond’rous blow, Which yet the patient Volscians undergo: But could not bear th’ unequal combat long; For, where the Trojans find the thickest throng, The ruin falls: their shatter’d shields give way, And their crush’d heads become an easy prey.
His former trembling once again renew’d, With acted fear, the villain thus pursued: " ’Long had the Grecians (tir’d with fruitless care, And wearied with an unsuccessful war) Resolv’d to raise the siege, and leave the town; And, had the gods permitted, they had gone; But oft the wintry seas and southern winds Withstood their passage home, and chang’d their minds.