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In Oreus longer By à poison'd draught
By Tartarus alone, with trembling feet Or midnight poniard Mindarus shall die.
Stood Lamachus, the wicked and deformnd. Ariobarzanes, second in command,
An ewe, in dye like ebony, he gord; Will serve me best.” The counsellor subjoins : The dark abyss receiv'd a purple stream. “ If secret poison, or a midnight blow,
Next to the dire conspirators he held Would remedy the grievance, I would try
A vessel; o'er the brim their naked arms Their instant operation; but reflect,
They stretch'd; he pierc'd the veins; th' enTwelve thousand warriors, masters of thy fate,
venom'd blood, Who love their gen'ral living, on his death A fit libation mix'd for Hell, he pour'd Might prove too harsh inquisitors. At least Down the deep clift ; then falt'ring, half dismay'd His courage use once more on open foes;
At his own rites, began: “ Ye injur'd men, A valiant leader makes the soldier brave;
Of wealth and honours violently spoild, So have we found in Mindarus. Reserve
Implacably condemn'd to bonds and rods Assassination for a greater mark,
By insolent Themistocles, before Themistocles.” The tyrant quick: “Proclaim These dreadful goddesses you swear; his death Five golden talents on his head the price.”
You vow, by every means revenge can prompt, Discreet, though wicked, Lamachus again : In secret ambush, or in open fight, “ Wouldst thou incense all Greece, whose navy By day, by night, with poison, sword, or fire; rules
Else on your heads you imprecate the wrath The main? Howe'er triumphant in the field, Of these inexorable pow'rs." They swore. No timely help Mardonius could extend.
Meantime the object of their impious oaths, The genius of Themistocles, the nymph
Whate'er his future destiny, enjoy'd Of Salamis indignant by his side,
The comforts which Eretria now partook Would range from state to state. Their loud alarm Through him, so justly her preserver styld; Would send the whole confederated fieet
While thus reflection whisper'd to his heart : Before the earliest breezes of the spring
“ This Aristides would delight to see, To pour vindictive myriads on our coast.
For this commend his rival. Though my soul Then what our doom? No, Deinonax, my lord, Knows that in quest of glory for this port These sev'n Geræstians, while thy recent grace I spread th' advent'rous sail, yet sweeter far Transports their minds, and blows the embers hot She feels that glory, since a gallant race, Of rage at recent insult, let us league
Snatch'd from the gripe of misery and death Against this formidable man by oaths
By her exalted faculties, become Before the Furies in their neighb'ring care. Her means of pow'r and greatness. I confess, Thyself be present.”—“ Yes,” the monster said, An act like this my rival would achieve, “ I will be present, though Cleora's ghost Nor other motive seek, than acting well. Be there, and that vile produce, which disgrac'd Perhaps with more attention to myself, Her virgin zone !” Remembrance of bis guilt, More sudden, more complete is my success." He rous'd to strengthen fury and revenge.
Lo! in his view Sicinus, just arriv'd There was a cavern in the bowels deep
From Chalcis. Him his joyful lord thus haild: Of naked rock by Oreus, where the stern
“ We have been long asunder; welcome thrice, Eumenides possess'd a dusky shrine,
Thou long expected; on thy brow I see And frown'd in direful idols from the time Intelligence." To whom the faithful man: That Titan's offspring o'er Eubæa reign'd
“ One moon I spert in Chalcis; I address'd The enemies of Jove. Around it slept
Nearchus first, of Chares, slain in fight
At Artemisium, successor approv'd
In thy arrival; not so frank in joy
Timoxenus the archon. On the day Of Hell-sprung beings, Demonax, himself Of my return that hesitating chief, Predominating demon of the place,
While invitation to his roof he gave, Conducts the sev'n assassins. There no priest Was dreading thy acceptance. But supreme Officiates; single there, as Charon grim,
O'er him, and all his house, a daughter sways,
The pride of Delphian Timon! To behold
The hero thought a moment; soon resolvid, Tisiphoné, Megæra, on their fronts
He spake: “ The car, the mantle, Sparta's gifts,
Provide by dawn." Retire we now to rest.
Grac'd by the zone of Cytherea, met
Th’Olympian king on Ida; brilliant thus
In manhood he, nor bord'ring on decline,
Present a rival to the Phidian front
Of Jupiter at Pisa. With a look, Is chang'd to mist, the air serene to storms. Which summon'd all his talents, all his mind But inspiration from th’imagin'd balm
To view, he blends a sweetness, Nature's gift, Of spring, or summer's warmth, enrich'd by sweets But heighten'd now by energy of wiles, From flow'ry beds, and myrtles' fragrant bow'rs, Alluring wiles, to melt the proudest fair. Thou dost not want ; then bid thy numbers roll, In his approach he moves the genuine sire In cadence deep, to imitate the voice
Of all the Graces, on Acanthè's hand Of boist'rous Winter in his mantle hoar.
To print his lips. Invited by that hand, All night by rude Hippotades the air
Close to her lovely side of her alone Tormented round the foaming harbour wheeld; He sits observant, while the rich repast Each mast was pliant to the raging gust,
Continu’d. Soon his vigilance perceivid, The mooring cable groan’d. Long slept the son That her unsated ear devour'd his words, Of Neocles, unvisited by care,
That from her lip an equal spell enthrall'd Till, as the hours attendant on the morn
Her doating father, who adoring view'd Had just unclos'd the orient gate of day,
Minerva in Acanthè. Now withdrawn He starts. Acanthè, who controls her sire, Was all attendance, when the daughter thus : His active fancy pictures on his mind
“O first of men, sole grace of each abode Thus pond'ring : “ Dear Timothea, yet less dear Where thou art present, fortunate are those Than pow'r and fame acquir'd by saving Greece, Who saw thy actions, fortunate who hear Without Chalcidic aid thy husband's hope
The bare narration; happier still those ears, Is mere abortion. Chalcis must be gain’d Which from thy mouth can treasure in the mind Best, Aristides, by the purest means,
A full impression of the glorious tale! But well by any." Swift his inner garb
Forgive a woman, whom thy manners tempt Of softest wool thick-woven he assumes,
To sue-if yet thy gentleness should deem Of finer texture than a scarlet vest;
Too curious, too importunate her suit, O'er these, in dye of violet's deep hue,
Thy host Timoxenus at least indulge, His Spartan mantle negligently waves.
That o'er his festire hall th' achievements high, A golden tissue with a crimson plume,
Which Salamis and Artemisium saw, To fence his manly temples and adorn,
Though now but whisper'd from thy gracious lips, He wears. His car is ready; ready wait
May sound hereafter loud.” The wily chief, Th’ Eretrian people, his conducting guard
Ne'er disinclin'd to celebrate his deeds, To Chalcis not remote. The sounding way Now to this lovely auditress, whose aid Is hard and hoar; crystalline dew congeal'd His further fame requir'd, a tale began, Hatb tipt the spiry grass; the waters, bound Where elegance of thought, and paint of words, In sluggish ice, transparency have lost;
Embellish'd truth beyond her native guise, No flock is bleating on the rigid lawn,
In various lengthen d texture of discourse, No rural pipe attunes th' inclement air;
A web of pleasing wonders to ensnare
Nor yet his thread to Salamis had reach'd,
To her inflam'd desire of hearing more.
Timoxenus at length to due repose In sight of Chalcis to their homes dismiss'd Imparts the signal; they disperse. Her guest The whole Eretrian number, but retain'd
Delights Acanthè's pillow; but her sire His hundred Attic and Laconian friends:
In care lies anxious, lest the season rude He pass'd the gate before expiring day.
Detain that guest, and fatal umbrage give Sicinus, staid forerunner, not unknown
To Demonax terrific. Morn and eve By residence in Chalcis, publish'd loud
Return. Acanthè drinks the pleasing stream His lord's approach. The citizens in throngs Of eloquence exhaustless in its flow, Salute the celebrated man. His gates
Whose draughts, repeated, but augment her thirst. Timoxenus the archon throws abroad,
Now in description's animating gloss And, true to hospitality, prepares
The various scenes at Salamis exalt For his distinguish'd, though unwelcome guest, The fair-one's mind. The Attic wives and maids Her lib'ral rites. Themistocles he leads
She emulates in wish, and sees in thought To share a banquet in a sumptuous hall,
Their beauteous ranks inspiring youth and age Where stands divine Acanthè. Is there wife, To battle; now the tumult rude of Mars, Or maid, or widow'd matron, now in Greece, The crashing oars, the bloody-streaming decks Who would not all her ornaments assume
Chill her soft bosom; now that snowy seat To welcome tbis known saviour of the Greeks Of gen'rous pity heaves; her azure eyes Where'er he passes ? As the queen of Heav'n Melt o'er Sandauce, in her years of bloom In dazzling dress to match her goddess form, Disconsolately widow'd, and transpierc'd VOL. XVU.
By death-like horrour at her children doom'd Feel pillage, insult, which my shudd'rinig mind To savage Bacchus. Here the artful man
Scarce dares to think, from that despoiler's hand, Dwells on his own humanity, but hides
Who, scourging half Eubea, in this hour The stratagem, which policy, not dimm'd
Dreads thee, great archon! Murderer, who cut By his compassion, on compassion built,
His owo Cleora's thread in early bloom, When to her freedom he restor'd the fair,
He trembles now, Timoxenus, at thee, Who blameless help'd his artifice to drive
O bless'd of parents, blessing such a child From Greece her royal brother. To the worth As thy Acanthè; he thy vengeance dreads, Of Artamanes tribute just he pays.
O paragon of fathers, dreads thy sword His own reception by the Spartan state
Unsheath'd with mine. Presumption I disclaim, He colours high, the public chariot giv'n,
Or want of def'rence to the wise like thee. The purple mantle, and the coursers proud, Accept this roll; contemplate there the force Deriv'd from those, who won th’ Olympian wreath Of Amarynthus, of Carystus large, For Demaratus; but omits to speak,
Geræstus, and Eretria; add the spears How, while seducing vanity misled
Of Delphian Timon, of that hero fam'd, His steps so far from Athens, she conferr'd
Oïlean Medon, who my signal watch The naval guidance on Xanthippus brave,
From Atalanté's isle. Remote the time
For action; then deliberate. I wait
Was bless'd with native talents, as her form
With beauty, strives awhile in reason's scale Of Demonax; yet fondness oft would smile To weigh th' importance of this high attempt On her delight. The evening which succeeds, Propos’d; when something whispers, “ Canst thon Themistocles, in fiction mix'd with truth,
Themistocles a moment? Can his sword [doubt Not to Acanthè, but his host, began :
Do less than conqner? Where the pow'rful arm, “ Accompany'd from Sparta by the flow'r The valour, where the policy to vie Of her illustrious citizens I gain'd
With him, whose faculties no man can reach, Her borders, there indignant was appris'd, No god raise higher ?” These conceptions prove That Demonax, whom heretofore I chas'd
A guide to fancy half the sleepless night From Oreus, now by Persian arms restor’d, Through all th' enchanting scenery of thought, Was trampling on Eubea. Vengeance fir'd Which recollection of his brilliant deeds, My spirit; fifty of the Spartan troop
His courage, might, humanity, and grace, At once became associates of my zeal,
Nis gentle manners, and majestic frame, With fifty nobles more of Attic blood.
Exbibits lovely, dazzling, and sublime,
To melt her softness, and her wisdom blind.
Which overleaps all measur'd time and space, What divers passions, sweet Acanthè, rise
She sees the laurell’d hero, as return'd In thy attentive, gen'rous mind ? What sighs From subjugated Orens. On bis spear Do Hyacinthus and Cleora wake,
The gory head of Demonax he bears. What horrour black Nicomachus, what joy Her yet untainted purity of heart, Reviv'd Eretria, and Gerästus freed,
Which in sincerity of grief had mourn'd What admiration great Eudora's state,
Cleora's fate, applauds the just award What rev’rence good Tisander's sacred locks, By Nemesis and Themis on the guilt What detestation Demonax accurs'd?
Of parricide. ller nobleness of soul “ Behold me here," Themistocles concludes, Enjoys the blessings which Eubea reaps “ Who lift in Athens and Laconia's name,
From such a conquest; but no vision kind A guardian shield o'er Chalcis. But thy sword, Would interpose a warning to allay Offensive drawn, shall utterly confound
Excess of transport at the conqueror's sight. The homicide thy neighbour.”—"Ah!” replies From fair Acanthè's own retreat at night Timoxenus, alarm'd, “thou little know'st
A well-embellish'd gallery's long range The might of Oreus. Demonax can range Bounds on the splendid chamber, which admits Twelve thousand warriors cull’d from Asia's host, Themistocles to rest. Acanthé here, Of train'd Eubean youth and light-arm'd slaves When magisterial duties from his home A multitude innum'rous on the plain.
Her father call’d, had entertain'd the guest His own exactions, and the Persian's boons,
By morn, and feasted all and every morn O'erload his treasure. When the annual Sun, On rich profusion of bis Attic words. In his new course three monthly terms hath fill'd, The Sun was ris'n, and summond from her couch Expect Mardonius from Thessalia's bounds
To this accustom'd interview the fair. On Greece to pour invasion. Ah! what help, Not meeting straight the object of her scarch, Should we exchange tranquillity for war,
As each preceding morn, she feels a pain From her own wants could Attica supply,
That he is absent. With a voice though low What Lacedæmon ?"--Cool th' Athenian here: His chamber sounds; to listen she disdains,
.: Weigh well the grace your Polyphemus dyd Back to her own by delicacy led. In carnage grants, reserving for his last,
In cautious tones Sicinus with his lord Most precious morsel, your Chalcidian wealth. Was thus discoursing: “In my wonted walk, Shall this rich mansion, casket to a gem
To watch events since thy arrival here, Which none can value," (earnest here he caught I met Nearchus. Haste,' he said, apprise Acanthè's earnest look) “shall this abode
Themistocles that long ere op’ning day
His potent friends Timoxenus conven'd,
When, at this hour departing, he again Heads of his faction. They refuse to arm. Perhaps may ne'er behold thee!"-"Ah! depart !" Some, I suspect, are tainted by the gold
She in ungnarded consternation sighs. Of Demonax; the major part in all
Th’ Athenian here in seeming sadness thus : Obey the timid archon. I have strength,
“ Alas! thy father, I too surely know, Which, when Themistocles commands, shall try Will never join my arms; can I remain To force compliance from the coward's breast; Till this fair city, populous and rich, Bat would Acanthè, noble dame, espouse
This mansion, thy inestimable worth, The glorious cause, her prevalence could guide Become the prey of Demonax ?"-" This Hear'n His doating fondness, and control his fears'." Will ne'er permit,” she eagerly replies ;
“ Enough,” replies Themistocles. Again “ Thou wilt protect me.---Guardian to distress, The learned tutor, fervent and sincere :
Thou wilt not hurry to desert a friend, “ If thy persuasive eloqnence could win Whose hospitable kiudness thou hast prais d. Her noble spirit to direct her sire,
Fill, fill with pow'rful argument the mouth It would be well. But, О resistless man!
Of me thy suppliant for another week; Let thy persuasion moderate its charm;
My words Timoxenus regards -" The chief Tet not a gen'rous lady's peace of mind
By interruption soothes her troubled mind : Become the victim of her winning guest;
“ I came to save thee. If another week The laws of hospitality revere.
Thou wilt employ" "I will, I will,” she said, Remember too the hymeneal vow,
“Do thou but stay; my father I will bind Remember thy Timothea, fair and kind,
To thee, whom victory can ne'er forsake.” Who bore those children, pupils of my care;
They part; bis chamber he regains ; not long She now in Athens at thy absence pines.”
He meditates. Acanthè grants her aid “ Misjudging friend, Timothea never pines, Spontaneous. Now to elevate her soul When I am urging my career of fame,"
By dignity of thought, and gen'rous hope
His ready style instruction copious draws,
Clos'd in these words: “ Among the guardians Thus he, well-cantion'd that in Chalchis pow'r
To Greece hath destin'd, an exalted mind
Pursue her leading genius; grateful How'rs
Among the groves of Athens, to entwine
The Moses all shall triumph in their sex;
Who, fam'd in martial action, as in song,
This by discreet Scinus is convey'd. Awhile, though prompted by her heart, delay; Day after day the fair-one, as inspir’d, When, shap'd by chance, this elegant request Now forcibly persuasive, now in tears Flows from her unpremeditated thoughts :
Of importuning tenderness, assails “So much oblig'd already, courteous guest,
A parent fond. She penetrates his heart; By thy narration, I have cause to blush
His resolution melts; at length his fears While I solicit a recital new
To her superior guidance yield the reign. Of one exploit, distinguish'd from the rest,
Meantime, instructed by their chief, the train When Ariabignes fell before thy sword
Of Spartans and Athenians, all dispers’d lo sight of Greece." Themistocles requir'd Around the hospitable town, proclaim, No repetition of the flatt'ring suit,
To list’ning ears, the well-advis'd design But in transcendent energy of style,
Against the tyrant Demonax. Not long
By vigilant Sicinus; while each mind
The archon's weighty approbation known,
Hath banish'd doubt; in council they decide The fairest head in Greece." He said, the gem To march with great Themistocles. Light Fame Presenting graceful, which she turn'd aside, Mounts on her wings, and through Eubea sounds Rejecting not the giver, but the gift;
The preparations ardent. Shields and spears, And answer'd thus: “ To heaps of richest gems, Swords, corselets, helms new furbish’d, banners old To all the tribute pour'd at Persia's throne, Produc'd, which gallant ancestry had wav'd, Thy words alone, thy converse I prefer."
Youth now commences, ripen'd age renews Her look perusing earnest, he proceeds:
The exercise of arms. Nearchus loud “ Dost thou refuse a token of regard
Extols Themistocles. Like glorious Mars From one, thy hospitable hand hath bless'd From his first trophies on Phlegræan fields Beyond th' expression of his grateful tongue? Among encircling brethren of the sky,
Who from his sword perpetual conquest hop'd, Affords a refuge. On a friendly bed,
But not of rest, Themistocles in pain
Extends his limbs; Acanthe female slaves
In haste collected, early, but in vain
The archon, trembling for his daughter's fate, The flame, his guilty policy had rais'd;
Beholds her safe, and feels no other loss.
Now all salute Themistocles; but first
Sulphureous, glutinous materials blaze
Close to the chamber of my lord's repose."
From lips nigh parch'd by torture of his pains That month severe, unfolding to the Sun
Themistocles began : My earthly term A frosty portal, whence his steeds renew
If Heav'n requir'd me now to close, enough Their yearly round, was clos'd. O'ercome at night I have achiev'd to fill the trump of Fame. By toil uncommon, lay th’ Athenian chief
To have preserv'd thy daughter, gen'rous host, In early sleep profound, which early freed Would crown my glory! Medon is not far; His eyes again. In ́suffocating fumes
Well would that chief my vacant post supply, He wakes. Upstarting, round his limbs he wraps Were I remov'd. But, friends, my hurts are light, Th' external garment, and Sicinus calls,
Which common succour of Machaon's art Who slept not distant. He unbars a door, Will soon repair ; yet publish you my state Which shows the gallery in flames. Down sinks As dang'rous; words and looks observe; keen spies The crackling floor. A main sustaining beam To Oreus send." Thus caution'd, each retir'd From end to end, transverse another, stands Except Sicinus, who address'd his lord: Yet unconsum'd. Lo! trembling in his view
“Wilt thou trust rumour in her flight at large Acanthè; inextinguishable flames
To sound thy state as dang'rous ? Shall a tale Between them rage. A moment he devotes
To cozen foes, and try thy new allies, To eye the gulf, which menaces with death Pass unrefuted to Cecropian shores, Him and his hopes, in him the Grecian weal.
Rive thy Timothea's bosom, grieve thy friends, « Would Aristides hesitate thus long
Dismay all Athens, and suspend that aid To save the meanest ? I before me see
Which she might lend thee in some adverse hour?" On life's last verge a creature half divine."
The hero then: “O monitor expert! Urg'd by that thought, along the burning beam Thou hast forestallid me; instant will I spare He rushes swift. He catches in his arms
Thee to prevent such fears. Thou canst not stem The loose-rob'd fair-one, clinging round his neck. 'The vex'd Euripus. From Gerästus sạil ; Returning, not like Orpheus, who regain'd To my Timothea ily. Thy looks inquire Eurydice and lost, with matchless strength How to relate my story: tell her all; He holds his prize above the pointed spires I have been faithful to my nuptial vow, Of fiery volumes, which on either side
Yet have succeeded. Let th' Athenians know Assail his passing steps The son of Jove
My force and destin'd enterprise; forbear Not more undaunted through the livid blaze Of them to crave assistance; let them act Of Pluto's mansion bore the victim pure
As humour sways. Cleander shouldst thou meet Of conjugal affection back to life,
In kindest greetings tell him, I should prize
Of other bosoms, in the midnight damps
Whence she contemplates that retreat of rest,
In silent tears. The sullen groan of winds, Of pain regardless to the public street
Which shake the roof, the beating rain she hears He thence descends; no populace is here;
Unmov'd, nor heeds stern Winter, who benumbs That front Vulcanian fury had not reach'd ; Her tender beauties in his harsh embrace. The other draws the throng ; confusion there O Love! to vernal sweets, to summer's air, Prevails, uproar and terrour.
On he speeds To bow'rs, which temper sultry suns at noon, Through frozeu air, and fallen flakes of snowy, Art thou confin'd? To rills in lulling flow, Unwearied still his lovely burden holds,
To flow'rs, which scent thy arbours of recess, Acanthè fainting; her uncover'd breast,
To birds, who sing of youth and soft desire?
All is thy empire, ev'ry season thine,
Full frequent draw Acanthè to the door