Yet in the face of danger some there stood: The two bold brothers of Sarpedon's blood, Asius, and Acmon: both the Assaraci; Young Hæmon, and, though young, resolved to die. With these were Clarus and Thymœtes joined; Thymbris and Castor, both of Lycian kind. From Acmon's hands a rolling stone there came, So large, it half deserved a mountain's name! Strong-sinewed was the youth, and big of bone: } His brother Mnestheus could not more have done, } Or the great father of the intrepid son. } Some firebrands throw, some flights of arrows send; And some with darts, and some with stones, defend. Amid the press appears the beauteous boy, The care of Venus, and the hope of Troy. His lovely face unarmed, his head was bare; In ringlets o'er his shoulders hung his hair. His forehead circled with a diadem; Distinguished from the crowd, he shines a gem, Enchased in gold, or polished ivory set, Amidst the meaner foil of sable jet. Nor Ismarus was wanting to the war, Directing ointed arrows from afar, And death with poison armed--in Lydia born, Where plenteous harvests the fat fields adorn; Where proud Pactolus floats the fruitful lands, And leaves a rich manure of golden sands. There Capys, author of the Capuan name, } And there was Mnestheus too, increased in fame, } Since Turnus from the camp he cast with shame. } Thus mortal war was waged on either side. Meantime the hero cuts the nightly tide: For, anxious, from Evander when he went, He sought the Tyrrhene camp, and Tarchon's tent; Exposed the cause of coming to the chief; His name and country told, and asked relief; Proposed the terms; his own small strength declared; What vengeance proud Mezentius had prepared; What Turnus, bold and violent, designed; Then shewed the slippery state of human-kind, And fickle fortune; warned him to beware, And to his wholesome counsel added prayer. Tarchon, without delay, the treaty signs, And to the Trojan troops the Tuscan joins. They soon set sail; nor now the Fates withstand; Their forces trusted with a foreign hand. Æneas leads; upon his stern appear } Two lions carved, which rising Ida bear-- } Ida, to wandering Trojans ever dear. } Under their grateful shade Æneas sate, Revolving war's events, and various fate. His left young Pallas kept, fixed to his side, And oft of winds inquired, and of the tide; Oft of the stars, and of their watery way; And what he suffered both by land and sea. Now, sacred sisters, open all your spring! The Tuscan leaders, and their army, sing,[6] Which followed great Æneas to the war: Their arms, their numbers, and their names, declare. A thousand youths brave Massicus obey, Borne in the Tiger through the foaming sea;