would he we believe.
"Yet harmless fell the tree not; from the breast
"And shoulder of great Crantor, was the neck
"Sever'd. The faithful follower of thy sire
"Was he, Achilles. Him, Amyntor, king
"Of all Dolopia, in the warlike strife
"O'ercome, as pledge of peace and faithful words
"Gave to AEaecides. Him mangled so
"With cruel wound, Peleus far distant saw;
"And thus exclaim'd,--O, Crantor! dearest youth!
"Thy funeral obsequies behold.--He said,
"And hurl'd his ashen spear with vigorous arm,
"And with a spirit not less vigorous, forth,
"Full on Demoleon: tearing through the fence
"Of his strong chest, it quiver'd in the bones.
"The pointless wood his hand dragg'd out; the wood
"With difficulty dragg'd he: in his lungs
"Deep was the steel retain'd. To his fierce soul
"Fresh vigor gave the smart. Hurt as he was
"He rear'd against the foe, and with his hoofs
"Trampled thy sire. He, with his helm and shield,
"Wards off the sounding blows; his shoulders guards;
"Holds his protended steel, and his foe's chest
"Full 'twixt the shoulders; one strong blow transpierc'd.
"Yet had he slain by distant darts before
"Both Hylis and Phlegraeus; and in fight
"More close, had Clanis and Hipponous fall'n.
"To these must Dorilas be added, he
"A wolf skin round his forehead wore; and, bent,
"A double wound presenting, o'er his brows
"He bore the weapons of a savage bull;
"With streaming gore deep blushing. Loud I cry'd,
"While courage gave me strength--see how my steel
"Thy horns surpasses--and my dart I flung.
"My dart to 'scape unable, o'er his brow
"To ward the blow, his hand he held; his hand
"Was to his forehead nail'd. Loud shouts were heard,
"And Peleus at him, wounded thus, rush'd on,
"(He nearer stood) and with a furious blow
"Mid belly plac'd, dispatch'd him. High he sprung
"On earth his entrails dragging;--as they dragg'd
"Madly he trampled;--what he trampled tore:
"These round his legs entwining, down he falls;
"And with an empty'd body sinks to death.

"Nor could thy beauty, Cyllarus, avail
"Aught in the contest! if to forms like thine
"Beauty we grant. His beard to sprout began,
"His beard of golden hue; golden the locks
"That down his neck, and o'er his shoulders flow'd.
"Cheerful his face; his shoulders, neck, and arms,
"Approach'd the models which the artists praise.
"Thus all that man resembled. Nor fel