From sacred Greece a mighty army there
Lay bound for Troy, wide famed for women fair.
I pass’d to Chalcis, where around the grave
Of king Amphidamus, in combat brave,
His valiant sons had solemn games decreed,
And heralds loud proclaim’d full many a meed:
There, let me boast, that victor in the lay
I bore a tripod ear’d, my prize, away:
This to the maids of Helicon I vow’d
[124]Where first their tuneful inspiration flow’d.