The bolted lightning darts, he vaulted sheer
Above the harness’d chariot at a bound
Into the seat: the hardy charioteer
Stood o’er the steeds from high, and guided strong
The crooked car. Now near to them approach’d
Pallas, the blue-eyed goddess, and address’d
These winged words in animating voice:
[269]“Race of the far-famed Lyngeus! both all-hail!
Now verily the ruler of the Blest,
E’en Jove, doth give you strength to spoil of life