the Trojans
To guard my country, to defend the crown: 
In arms like me, his country’s war to wage,
And rise the Hector of the future age! 
Against his country’s foes the war to wage,
And rise the Hector of the future age!
successful
So when triumphant from the glorious toils
Of heroes slain, he bears the reeking spoils,
Whole hosts may
All Troy shall hail him, with deserv’d acclaim,
own the son
And cry, this chief transcends his father’s fame. 
While pleas’d, amidst the general shouts of Troy,
His mother’s conscious heart o’erflows with joy.
fondly on her
He said, and gazing o’er his consort’s charms,
Restor’d his infant to her longing arms.
on
Soft in her fragrant breast the babe she laid,
Prest to her heart, and with a smile survey’d;
to repose
Hush’d him to rest, and with a smile survey’d.
passion
But soon the troubled pleasure mixt with rising fears,
dash’d with fear,
The tender pleasure soon, chastised by fear,
She mingled with the smile a tender tear.

The passage appears thus in the printed work.  I have marked in Italics the variations.

   Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy

Stretch’d his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. 
The babe clung crying to his nurse’s breast,
Scar’d at the dazzling helm and nodding crest. 
With secret[28] pleasure each fond parent smil’d,
And Hector hasted to relieve his child,
The glittering terrors from his brows unbound,
And placed the beaming helmet on the ground: 
Then kiss’d the child, and lifting high in air,
Thus to the gods preferr’d a father’s prayer: 

      O thou, whose glory fills th’ ethereal throne,
    And all ye deathless powers, protect my son! 
    Grant him like me to purchase just renown,
    To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown;
    Against his country’s foes the war to wage,
    And rise the Hector of the future age! 
    So when, triumphant from successful toils,
    Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils,
    Whole hosts may hail him, with deserv’d acclaim,
    And say, this chief transcends his father’s fame: 
    While pleas’d amidst the general shouts of Troy,
    His mother’s conscious heart o’erflows with joy.

    He spoke, and fondly gazing on her charms,
    Restor’d the pleasing burden to her arms: 
    Soft on her fragrant breast the babe she laid,
    Hush’d to repose, and with a smile survey’d. 
    The troubled pleasure soon chastis’d by fear,
    She mingled with the smile a tender tear.

LITERARY FASHIONS.