shades below? Even yet, methinks, the gliding ghosts I spy, And hell's black horrors swim before my eye." To him Apollo: "Be no more dismay'd; See, and be strong! the Thunderer sends thee aid. Behold! thy Phoebus shall his arms employ, Phoebus, propitious still to thee and Troy. Inspire thy warriors then with manly force, And to the ships impel thy rapid horse: Even I will make thy fiery coursers way, And drive the Grecians headlong to the sea." Thus to bold Hector spoke the son of Jove, And breathed immortal ardour from above. As when the pamper'd steed, with reins unbound, Breaks from his stall, and pours along the ground; With ample strokes he rushes to the flood, To bathe his sides, and cool his fiery blood; His head, now freed, he tosses to the skies; His mane dishevell'd o'er his shoulders flies: He snuffs the females in the well-known plain, And springs, exulting, to his fields again: Urged by the voice divine, thus Hector flew, Ful