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hoofs, their curling manes of gold: Of heaven's undrossy gold the gods array, Refulgent, flash'd intolerable day. High on the throne he shines: his coursers fly Between the extended earth and starry sky. But when to Ida's topmost height he came, (Fair nurse of fountains, and of savage game,) Where o'er her pointed summits proudly raised, His fane breathed odours, and his altar blazed: There, from his radiant car, the sacred sire Of gods and men released the steeds of fire:

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oak. High trunks of trees, fell'd from the steepy crown Of the bare mountains, roll with ruin down." Dryden's Virgil, vi. 261. 287 --_He vowed._ This was a very ancient custom. 288 The height of the tomb or pile was a great proof of the dignity of the deceased, and the honour in which he was held. 289 On the prevalence of this cruel custom amongst the northern nations, see Mallet, p. 213. 290 --_And calls the spirit._ Such was the custom anciently, even at the Roman funerals. "Hail, O ye holy manes! hail again, Paternal ashes, now revived in vain." Dryden's Virgil, v. 106. 291 Virgil, by making the boaster vanquished, has drawn a better moral from this episode than Homer. The following lines deserve comparison:-- "The haughty Dares in the lists appears: Walking he strides, his head erected bears: His nervous arms the weighty gauntlet wield, And loud applauses echo through the field. * * * * Such Dares was, and such he strode along, And drew the wonder of the gazing throng His brawny breast and ample chest he shows; His lifted arms around his head he throws, And deals in whistling air his empty blows. His match is sought, but, through the trembling band, No one dares answer to the proud demand. Presuming of his force, with sparkling eyes, Already he devours the promised prize. * * * * If none my matchless valour dares oppose, How long shall Dares wait his dastard foes?" Dryden's Virgil, v. 486, seq. 292 "The gauntlet-fight thus ended, from the shore His faithful friends unhappy Dares bore: His mouth and nostrils pour'd a purple flo