BOOK XXIV. CYLLENIUS now to Pluto's dreary reign Where flock nocturnal bats, and birds obscene, 10 20 The empty forms of men inhabit there; Nought else are all that shin'd on earth before; 25 Yet still a master-ghost the rest he aw'd, O mighty chief! (Pelides thus began) Condemn'd to pay the great arrear so soon; 30 35 40 The lot, which all lament, and none can shun! Oh! better hadst thou sunk in Trojan ground, With all thy full-blown honours cover'd round! Then grateful Greece with streaming eyes might raise Historic marbles to record thy praise: 45 50 Thy praise eternal on the faithful stone And deluges of blood flow'd round you ev'ry way. |