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Of Neocles bespake: “ To morrow's dawn

Which met Cleora's. Down the shield and spear Shall see thee honour'd, as becomes a chief, Dropp'd from my hands disabled; life forsook Whom Aristides nam'd, and Athens chose

My heart, which irrecoverably lost To save Eubea. I defer till night

All sense of duty both to thee and Greece, Our consultations. I, not wanted here,

By me alone deserted.”_" Bless that chance," Will reascend the citadel; the voice

Themistocles replies, and leads aside Of friendship calls me to a tender care.”

Th’attentive youth. “ Perhaps these gods ordain'd, He seeks the fane Elephenor he greets; In compensation of thy long distress, Applause to him in gratitude unfeign'd

In recompense of pure and constant love, Presenting, next his carnest lips inquire

That to Cleora thou, upstain'd with blood, Of Hyacinthus. Here the rev'rend man:

Blood of her father by another slain, “ First know, his dear Cleora is alive.

Shouldst be restor'd, nor taint with horrours new 1, priest of Jove, and Pamphila my wife,

This thy new hymen. Æschylus by morn Who to th’ Olympian empress in this seat

Will sit in judgment righteous, but severe, Of blended rites are ministers, when told

On each Euboean criminal, the dead That Demonax had doom'd his child to death, Not less than living. Instantly remove Solicited her pardon in the names

To thy Carystian home thy wife and babe; Of both divinities. At both he spurn'd,

Whate'er can pass in Oreus must ofiend While we contriv'd this stratagem. Her nurse, Her eye and ear.” Then turning to the fair : By us admonish'd, in due time declar'd

“ From warlike toils thy consort I dismiss; Cleora dead. The body of a slave,

He, who so nobly signaliz'd his sword A youthful maiden recently expir'd,

In single combat, and the open field, Was for Cleora carried to the sames,

And prov'd his valour equal to his love, While her we shelter'd in a secret cell,

All future palms to others may resign. From human sight, from sight of day conceal’d. Whatever comforis, time and peace can yield, These pow'rs, alike offended at th’intent

Are due to both your suff'rings; nor an hour As perpetration of an impious deed,

Shalt thou be cloisterd in this rueful cell. Have sent thee forth their instrument of wrath, Elephenor, discreet and rer'rend man, Divinely-prompted hero. Wilt thou shed Let thy kind clue conduct their secret steps. On Hvacinthus and Cleora's bliss

With presents laden, tokens of my love, Thy guardian smile?" This utter'd, down the steps Cars shall atiend them at the cavern's mouth; He guides th’ Athenian to the hidden cell.

Thou add thy blessing, that their new-born day By his Cleora, Hyacinthus sat.

May never set in sorrow.” Thus the chief, The youthful husband o'er the snowy breast,

Relax'd from busy care, amid success,
Which lulld and cherish'd a reposing babe,

Which not a shade of obstacle o'erhangs,
The blooming father o'er that precious fruit Spake, as he felt, remunerating full
Hung fondly. Thoughtful ecstasy recall'd For all his service Hyacinthus brave.
His dream at Juno's temple; where he saw

Ilis knees embracing, thus Cleora spake:
The visionary bosom of his bride

“ I have not utt'rance for my grateful heart; Disclose maternal to an infant new

If thou dismiss us never more to see That pillow smooth of lilies. Wan, her cheek Thy guardian face, our day will set in grief." Told her confinement from the cheerful day.

In smiles th’ Athenian dissipates that fear: Six moons in deep obscurity she dwelt;

Long ere thy husband's majesterial term
Where, as a sea-nymph underneath a rock, Is finishid, I have further still to crave
Or Indian genie in the cavern’d earth,

From him as archon, not as soldier, help.
Her cell in conchs and coral she had dress'd, This to Carystus would alone direct
By gracious Pamphila supply'd to cheat

My footsteps; else amid domestic joys
Time and despair. The loom her patient art To see thy days illumin'd, precious time
Had plied, her own sad story had begun,

Themistocles would borrow from his charge." Now to conclude in joy. The starting youth

Thus in the grateful fair-one he secur'd Beholds his patron, rushes on his breast

Another friend, if wanted to support In transport thus: “ Redeemer of my peace! His vast designs, which, gath'ring on his mind, Balm of my grief! of happiness my source ! Speed his departure with a kind farewell. My health of mind and body is thy gift.

The cars he orders, from the tyrant's stores If in bis anguish Hyacinthus felt

Rich presents draws, to Æschylus returns, His obligation, in the hour of bliss

With him in conf'rence spends remaining day. To what excess must gratitude expand

Aurora bears Themistocles command His bosom now! Cleora and my child

Stern proclamation, by the trumpet's voice, I owe to thy protection—this is she,

Por judgment on the guilty. All in chains This is my goddess, this my light, my joy, The tyrant's hated counsellors are brought, Deriv'd from thy humanity. Thou god

Save Lamachus, by faith of treaty safe Of Hyacinthus, tutelary god!

Bound to Thessalian shores; but chief the sev'n Thou from the pit of horrour didst upraise

Gerästian ruffians their assassin heads My limbs, for ever to its bottom chain'd

Hang hopeless down. Amid the widest space Without thy helpful hand; without thee death In Oreus lofty a tribunal stands, Had been my portion; never had I liv'd

Which Æschylus ascends, commander high To see Cleora, never known this day!

Of troops enroll'd by Athens. So her son But will my gen'ral overlook my fault?

Disgrac'd, but courting favour new, devis d Thy soldier, in his subterranean march

Her democratic jealousy to sootbe. Tow'rds this retirement, threw a casual glance, The various chieftains, through this glorious war

So late distinguish'd, round the solemn seat Recount your trophies ; let your children see Conspicuous wait, Themistocles himself

Paternal mansions hung with Asian spoils. At the right hand of Æschylus. He sits

Remember still that valour must not sleep;
Like Minos sage, whose justice gain'd from Jove That law restor'd, and freedom, are not firm
Th’ appointment awful to condemn, or spare While Asia's trumpet sounds a blast in Greece."
His fellow mortals in the world below.

Two days elapse ; Timoxenus, arriv'd
When now th' accusers and accus'd were heard, From Chalcis, joyful gratulation brings.
Thus spake the warrior-poet: “ Crimes like these Solicitous th' Athenian first inquires
The legislator punishes with death;

Of fair Acanthè's state. The father fond
Let us attempt within our scanty sphere,

Thus answers : Wasting malady is filed, Far as we may, to imitate the gods

But hath behind it left indiff'rence cold In punishment deserv'd. Through those abodes To ev'ry joy. Thy wife a bracelet sent ; Which Hades governs, long the vulture gnaws;

These words the bearer Haliartus brought, Long is the toil of Sisyphus; to fill

Charg'd by Timothea elegant and wise. Their leaking vases long the murd'rous seed

From me this present when Acanthè takes, Of Danaus must strive. By labour, pain,

Say, how I prize her elevated mind,
And shame continu'd, let flagitious men

Enabling my Themistocles to quell
Long wish to end their sufførings, not enjoy The hateful breed of tyrants. Further say,
That wish'd-for period in a single pang.

The man engaging her connubial hand
This heavy sentence on assassin heads,

I should esteem the fav'rite of Heaven.' On foul, atrocious counsellors of ill,

I heard approving; on the grateful bint Lo! I pronounce. An ignominious brand

A secret hour I chose; my daughter's ear Imprint on every forehead; plunge them chain'd, I thus address'd. “My only child and hope, Debas'd by vile impurity of garb,

Shall no sweet offspring cheer a grandsire's age ? In deep Chalcidian quarries; give them food Shall my possessions to a stranger pass, Just for endurance of continued toil,

My blood be lost for ever? Shall this war, With daily stripes, that cruelty may feel

Thy work, Acanthè, which a father's love, What she inflicts on others, and, impellid

In all to thee complying, at thy suit By desperation, court relief in death.

Commenc'd, produce no hero to console Before the gate of Oreus on a cross

Thy widow'd couch?'—' The sacrifice of life,
Extend the limbs of Demonax; the flesh

Of my ideal, or my real peace,
Let kites deform, let parching air the bones Is due to such a father,' she exclaim'd
Of that despotic malefactor bleach,

In pious fervour. Arguments to urge
Avenging man, and vindicating Hear'n.

Against thy plea my age and thine forbid;
Flow next a straju more pleasing through the ear, But ah! dear parent, my capricious fate
A strain delightful to that fav'ring god

Presents no suitor to thy child's esteem."
Who first created laurel to adorn

The Amarythian priestess, whose control The good and brare. A chaplet from his tree, Surpassess mine, with sternness oft enforc'd Ten captives, ten selected suits of arms

My just desire. At length my daughter thus To ev'ry leader; one barbarian slave,

On my departure: 'I obey; consult A sabre, targe, whatever to the field

Themistocles; let him a cousort name, Accouters one barbarian, I allot

Who best hath serv'd him in this righteous war'.” To ev'ry soldier. Phæbus will supply

Ne'er yet ill chance, or sorrow, from the son His laurel too, encompassing your brows,

Of Neocles drew tears. His soul reflects Ye gen'rous people. But a splendid store

On this transcendent fair-one, who had chang'd Of tripods, urns, and images provide

The violence of passion to respect For greai Eudora, and th' Eretrian seer,

So confidential, drest in sweetest grace That your triumphal off'ring may emblaze

So far beyond his merits tow'rds a heart Euboea's fanes; nor less with honours greet Of purest texture, late by him misled Elephenor, your genius of success.

To errour, now to purity restor'd Eudora's portion thou, heroic priest,

By native honour. At th' affecting thought Phæbean Timon, to her presence bear.

He turns those eyes, till then of stedfast look I need but name Acanthè to attract

On all events and objects, turps aside Your veneration; for Acanthè choose,

To hide their oozing dews; yet soon he spake: Sweet paragon of Chalcis, from your spoils

“None can I name, but wise Timothea's choice The costly tissue of Barbaric looms,

To bear her present, Haliartus brave, And dazzling gems, that gratitude may vie Who hath avow'd to Æschylus and me With obligation. Haliartus, bright

A veneration for thy matchless child; In recent glories from a tyrant slain,

But he, appointed to a service high, Thou at her feet the precious tribute lay.

Like Hercules must labour yet to gain For me, if, servant of Cecropia's state,

The sum of bliss. For three successive moons I have upheld her justice and renown,

He must continue mine." The past events Your approbation is the sole reward

In copious strains the hero now rehears'd, Which I solicit, or will bear away

Concluding thus: “ The army I disband; On my returning keel.” He ceas'd. In roar Great Æschylus for Athens straight embarks; Surpassing waves, which beat the craggy strand I shall remain in Oreuş to compose Amidst a tempest, from the gen'ral host

This troubled city; thou resume thy way; Broke forth applause. Themistocles subjoin'd: The criminals transported in thy train

“ Awhile, my friends, your labours I suspend; Lock in the quarries; to Acanthè all Go to your homes; to kind, expecting wives Unravel; her and Chalcis tou prepare

For due reception of that happy man,

Her ever-wakeful loftiness of mind
Whom Jove hath honour'd in a tyrant's death, Admires impartial, and applauds the hand
Whom Juno soon in nuptial ties will bless,

Which dealt the glorious blow. Her awful brow And all Euboea to Acanthè sends

The priestess softens to a smile, and thus : With tokens rich of public praise and love."

Is this the suitor, whom my hero chose With joy Timoxenus assents; the morn

For bright Acanthè? Favour'd by the gods, Sees him depart; at Chalcis he arrives,

Themistocles in ev'ry action proves
Performing all Themistocles enjoin'd.

He cannot err.” Acanthè hears, and press'd
Now ev'ry temple breathes perfumes; prepar'd By duty's insurmountable control,
Are chosen victims, colonnades and gates

Aw'd hy Eudora's majesty austere,
With chaplets hung; the garden's flow'ry growth, Resolves to meet him with becoming grace,
Each scented produce of luxuriant fields,

But of his virtue make one trial more.
The maids and matrons bear, to welcome home The Delphian priest and Haliartus quit
Triumphant warriors. Now th' expected gleams Their chariots; them Timoxenus receives
Of armour tinge the champaign's utmost verge; To his rich mansion and a sumptuous board.
Near and more near the military pomp,

Eudora there, with curious eyes and voice,
At large develop'd o'er the green expanse,

Explores and questions oft the Carian brave. Spears, bucklers, belmits, plumes, barbaric spoils His Delphian friend, observing, in these words In trophies pil'd on hollow-sounding cars,

Besought him: “O, distinguish'd by the gods! Grow on the sight. Through Chalcis lies the who have in thee their care of virtue shown, march;

Since from Eubea thou must soon depart, Those in abode the most remote precede.

Lose not the present hour. These matchless dames Geræstian banners first Eudemus shows;

Must hear thy wondrous narrative at large;
With Lampon follow Styra's gallant troop; For singular thy fortunes with events
The Amarynthian and Carystian bands

Are interwoven to delight the ear,
Nicanor leads; th' Eretrians, now become Affect the heart, and win th' applauding tongue;
Once more a people, with their wives and race That all may honour thy desert supreme
At length redeem'd, to Cleon's orders move. Like me, so much thy debtor.” Straight complies
In blooming garlands had the mothers deck'd The modest Carian; list'ning silence reigns.
Their children's heads, whom, tripping through In native windings from bis Lydian fount
the streets,

As various flow'd Mæander, bere along Spectatress equal to the loftiest scene,

A level champaign, daisy-painted meads, Eudora blesses. Sweet Acanthè melts

Or golden fields of Ceres, here through woods In lears of gladness, while her father nigh

In green arcades projecting o'er his banks, Awakes attention to a num'rous train,

There shut in rock, which irritates the stream, Her native friends, whom brave Nearchus heads. Here by low hamlets, there by stately towns,

“ These are thy warriors,” fondly cries the sire. Till he attained the rich Magnesian seat; To whom Eudora : “ Who is he in state

Thence with augmented fame and prouder floods Pontifical, a holy man in arms ?"

Roll'd down his plenteous tribute to the main: Three hundred Delphians then were passing by, So through the mazes of his fortune winds Phæbean branches twisted round their spears, In artless eloquence th' expressive strain Behind them, lodg'd on axles rolling slow,

Of Haliartus, from his peasant state Were vases, tripods, images, and busts,

To scenes heroic. Humble still in mind, Spoils of the palace Demonax had rais'd.

Compell’d to follow truth's historic clue, “ Thou seest,” replies Timoxenus,“

a form

He ends in glory, which his blushes grace; To Phæbus dear, the venerable form

Nor less they grace these frank and manly words, Of Timon, priest and soldier. From that car Which to Acanthè singly he directs: He will descend to kiss thy sacred hand,

“ Such as I am, thou elevated fair, Before thy feet a precious tribute lay

Who hast Eubea's liberty restor'd, For thy pure goddess, sister of bis god.

Her grateful off'rings to thy feet I bring ; Bat look, my sweet Acanthè, on the man

With them an humble suppliant to thy smile, Themistocles hath chosen to revive

That he may rank thy soldier, in thy name
My drooping years. Preceded by a troop His own distinguish, and, achieving well
of youths, whom Medon, ever kind, hath cullid The task by great Themistocles impos'd,
From all his Locrian files to grace his friend; Deserve Acanthè's favour.” She replies
Preceded by a trophy, which displays

With virtuous art: “ Can soldiers never know The silver mail of Demonax, his shield,

Satiety of fame? must her career His helm of gold, his variegated arms,

Be still beginning, never be complete? And spear in length ten cubits, which upholds Must ev'ry passion yield to thirst of praise? The tyrant's head, his victor meets our eyes, Should I request thee, wouldst thou for my sake Th’illustrious son of Lygdamis.” She cast Thy new attempt relinquish, to enjoy Not an impassion’d, but revering glance

Thy ample portion of acquir'd renown On one, whose might victorious had dissolv'd In peace at Chalcis?Haliartus then : [smiles, Eubean thraldom, one of poble frame,

“ Not love of fame, which oft'ner frowns than In feature cornely, and in look serene,

Not victory, nor spoil, inflate my breast,
Whom her sole guide, the all-controlling son All unaspiring. Sense of duty pure,
Of Neocles, had destin'd for her lord.

Of obligation, which I owe to Greece,
Her dream recurs; the tyrant's head she sees; Themistocles, and Medon, rules supreme
Th' exploit sublime, though not by him achievd, Within my soul. O, first of mortal fair!
Whom partial fancy on her pillow show'd, Thou of his peace thy servant might'st deprise ;
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arm,

But, wert thou fáirer than the Paphian queen, To Aristides, and the conqu’ring son
In each excelling art like Pallas skill'd,

Of Neocles united, touch'd the lyre
Her paragon in wisdom, thy request

With melody, rejoicing at their names. Should thus be answer'd froin a bleeding heart: The Attic warriors throng'd the silent decks, To my performance of the trust repos'd

The shrouds, and yards. Attention clos'd their lips; The only bar is fate." Astonish'd gaz'd

Their minds were open'di Musical and learn d, Timoxenus; nor knew the timid sire

Minerva's chosen people had been wont That bis Acanthè's breast then first conceiv'd To hear his numbers in the tragic scene. A spark of passion, but a spark divine,

Sententious weight of poesy combin'd Such as for heroes goddesses have felt;

With music's pow'rful spell, there tam'd the rude, As Thetis glow'd for Peleus. Thus the fair : Abash'd the vicious, and the good refin'd. 0, most deserving of that hero's choice,

“ Oh! Artemisia," Haliartus sigh'd, To which alone Acanthè left her fate!

While at the strain his progress be delay'd, Weigh'd in the balance, nor deficient found, “ How canst thou splendid vassalage prefer Thou more than worthy of a hand like mine! In barb'rous climes, the residence of slaves, Go, but return; triumphantly return

To Greece, the land of freedom, arts, and arms, Lord of Acanthè; of my truth anchang'd

The legislator's and the hero's seat, Accept this pledge.” She gave, he kiss'd her hand. The guardian pure of equity and laws, Eudora's vestment, while the solemn scene

The nurse of orphans helpless and oppressid, Her looks approv’d, with fervent lips he touch'd; Of all, whom Phæbus and the Muses lift Then, clasping glad Timoxenus, retird

Above the rank of mortals! Greece, I owe
To hoist his canvass in the morning gale.

More than my birth and being to thy love,
My sentiments I owe. Adopted child,
For thee my better parent now I go

To hazard all in voluntary zeal,
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Ev'n the possession of Acanthè's charms."

On Atalanta's sea-beat verge he lands; An April Zephyr, with reviving sweet's

Swift he collects his peasant weeds, the crook, From gay Eubea's myrtle-border'd meads, The pipe, and script, thus musing: “Ancient garb, Perfumes his breath, scarce ruffing in his course Thou dost remind me of Oileus good, The pearly robe of Morn. A ready skiff

Dost summon all my gratitude to prove, The Carian hero mounts; the gale, though soft, That be, who benefits receives, and feels To him is adverse. From a rapid keel

A grateful sense, is happy." From bis side, Of Oreus, lo! Sicinus lifts a sign

His and temples, he ungirds the sword, Of salutation. Haliarius joins

The shield releases, and unclasps the belm; The faithful man, and joyfully relates

These he commits, Sophronia, to thy care, His acquisition of Acanthè's hand.

Spouse of Leonteus, mother of the race To good Sicinus grateful sounds the tale,

Oilean. Them, in tenderness embrac'd, Who thus replies: “ To Athens I proceed.

He leaves with blessings, re-embarks and prints No sooner march'd the warriors to their homes, His bounding feet on Locris. Hermes thus Thán, disengag'd from public care, my lord In shepherd's weeds bis deity conceald, Address'd me thus: 'Sicinus, spread the sail, By Jove's appointment on the flow'ry meads To Athens fiy; my wife and offspring waft Of Inachus alighting ; where he stole To my embraces; that, while gentle rest

On watchful Arg's, and, his hundred eyes Remits the labours of my limbs disarm’d,

Eluding, rescu'd from her bestial form with Timothea, she with me, may share

Aflicted lo. Like the mountain roe The past success, and taste of present joy.' The son of Lygdamnis in speed excell'd; Thee, Haliartus, she esteems; thy fame,

He, had he run for Atalanta's love, Exploits, and fortune, will augment her bliss. Would have rejected Cytherea's aid, But of this friendly gale a moment more

Nor, of her swiftness to begnile the fair, I must not lose." His vessel sails along;

Before her steps the golden apples thrown. The other slowly with laborious strokes

He quits the shore impatient; on he flies Of oars contends for passage, till broad noon Unquestion'd, rank'd among the Locrian hinds Flames on the laurell'd poops and colours gay

All Persian subjects now. A midnight course Of Athens and Træezene; on whose decks,

To Eta's well-known mountains he prefers Emblaz'd with spoils and trophies, Phæbus pours Through winding vallies, sprinkled with his tears His whole effulgence. Back to Attic strands In memory of past events. He finds They steer in view. To fifes and trumpets clear The track to Mycon's hut; that goatherd hears From ev'ry vessel in a blended sound

The sound of footsteps through the morning dem; Reply the concave shores. Now sudden shifts He sees, he flies to Melibæus, clings The wind, and checks their progress; but permits Around his neck. The seeming shepherd thus: Glad Haliartus close behind the lielm

“ Kind friend, inform me of Melissa's weal." Of Æschylus to pass. The choral notes

To him the swain : “In wonder thou wilt hear, Of triumph then were hush'ů. The warrior-bard, That no barbarian dares ascend this hill; Who had so well accomplish'd all his charge, Th' attempt with death Mardonius would chastise. Like Jove in judgment, on the plain like Mars, Benign Masistius, who his freedom gain d Sat in oblivion of his arms, wbich lay

From gen'rous Medon, to his sister thus Beside him. O'er the Heliconian hill

The benefit repays. He often views Pk thought he wander'd, and invok'd the Muse Thermopylæ, inspects th' obsequious band, 'To sing of civic harmony. The Muse

Which guards the cavern'd passage to our fane;

The fane he visits. Pleas’d, Melissa greets Yon froth of torrents in their stony beds,
The gentle Persian, who delights to speak

Yon shagged rocks, and that disastrous pass
Of Aristides righteous and humane,

Beneath us; whence barbarian numbers huge Of Medon's valour on Psyttalia's isle,

O'erwhelm’d Thermopylæ. But first accept Who made Masistius captive. Thus at times Refreshment.” Under hairy boughs of pines The tedious winter's melancholy hours

A rustic board he piles with oaten loaves, She sooth'd; depriv'd of thee, superior swain, Dry'd fruits, and chesnuts; bubbling nigh, a spring At times convers’d with Mycon. She hath tun'd Supplies their bev'rage.' Here th’illustrious son My pipe to music, purify'd my tongue,

Of Lygdamis recounts a copious tale Refind its language, and my soul enlarg'd. To wond'ring Mycon; but his birth conceals, Despairing never of the public weal,

And consanguinity with Caria's queen. To Aristides, virtuous guardian pow'r

He stops to note the narrow passage throng'd Of Greece, she strikes her celebrating chords.” With laden mules and camels. Mycon then:

“ So will she, Mycon, to the conqu’ring son “ These are thy constant spectacle; his host Of Neocles, our second guardian pow'r,"

Mardonius now assembles. He transports,
Cries Haliartus; “but too long I wait

Alpenus, yonder Locrian town, receives
To hail my holy mistress.”-“She,” rejoins The gather'd produce of Thessalia's fields;
The swain,“ hath left this mountain. Forty days, Nicæa's fort contains an equal store,
Since I beheld Masistius, are elaps'd;

Preparatives for war.”—“Where lies the camp?» His welcome hand before Melissa plac'd

The Carian questions. “On the Malian plain, A woman, rather deity in form;

Which ta's cliffs command," the swain reply'd. The hoary temple with her beauty seem'd

New tents on clear Spercheos daily rise Ilumin'd; regal was her state; her spouse,

Of Persians banded from their winter holds; The youthful king of Macedon, was by.

Thou shalt behold them; follow.” Both proceed She, in Melissa's presence, cast aside

Along the green expanse Melissa lov'd; Her majesty; a sappliant in these words,

Where genial spring had form’d of tufted shrubs Whose strong impression I retain, she spake: A florid cincture to the lucid pool

Most gracious, learn'd, and prudent of thy rank, Behind the dome, inviolable seat In Greece the highest, I, in Delphi born,

Of all the Muses. Thence harmonious nymphs, Phæbæan Timon's child, a pious suit

Part of Melissa's ministerial choir, Both in my father's and Apollo's name

Left in their function, with mellifluent voice To thee prefer. Trachiniæ's neighb'ring walls To harps in cadence true enchant the soul Contain the object of my tend'rest care,

Of Haliartus, doubly charm’d to hear, Sandauce, thither from Ematian bounds

Leonidas the theme. With numbers sweet For help convey'd. Masistius will confirm, His praise inwoven by Melissa's skill, Whate'er I utter in Sandauce's praise.

Was their diurnal song. But sorrow soon Her virtues more than equal her estate

Invades a breast, where gratitude presides; Of princess, Xerxes' sister; but her woes

The time and place to Haliartus rise, Almost exceed her virtues. Nature droops

Where he and Medon took their last farewell Beneath its burden, sickness wastes her youth,

Of that devoted hero. In a sigh Resists all med'cine, while her feeble frame

The Carian thus: “O well-remember'd scene To dissolution verges. O, belov'd

Once to these eyes delectable! Thy flow'rs By ev'ry Muse illumining thy mind

Have lost their odour; thy crystalline pool With ev'ry science, holy woman, fam’d

Is dull in aspect to my sad'ning sight; Among these nations for benignant deeds,

You cannot soothe, melodious maids, the pain Vouchsafe, descending from thy pure abode, Of recollection, starting at the name To grant thy healing aid.' Masistius then: Your measures sound. Beneath yon solemn beech

* This is the princess, who her husband saw Regret sits weeping; Lacedæmon's king Slain at her feet, her infants doom'd to death There of terrestrial music heard the last By Euphrantides; never since that day

From Æschylus, the last of banquets shar'd The wound inflicted on her gentle heart

With good Oileus' daughter.” Mycon here: Admitted cure. The charitable suit

“ Suppress this grief; the priestess has forbid Prevail'd, and soon Trachiniæ's gates receiv'd All lamentation for that hero's fate, The priestess borne in Amarantha's car."

Who died so glorious. Follow to the cliff." Here Haliartas: “ Hast thou never seen,

They soon attain a high projecting point, Among the Persians who freqnent this hill,

When Haliartus in a second sigh: A youth in rosy vigour, by the name

“ Here stood Melissa ; from her sacred lips Of Artamanes known?"_“I have,” returns The queen of Caria hence endur'd reproof; The goatherd; “ he with Amarantha came;

Hence did the great Leonidas explore Seem'd doubly anxious for Melissa's help

Th’advancing Persians, when his prudent care To yon afflicted princess; urg'd the suit

The trees and marble fragments had amass'd, In Medon's name, his friend and saviour styl'd, Which from the mountain overwhelm d below Who made himn captive on Psyttalia's shore.

Such multitudes of foes. But, Mycon, speak, But on his cheek the roses, thou dost paint, What is that cross beside the public way?" No longer bloom ; his visage, worn and pale,

“ Ah ! Melibæus, let thy spirit grieve Denotes some inward malady, or grief.

Like mine," exclaims, in gushing tears, the stain; Now, Melibous to my longing ear

Lo! Xerxes' coward vengeance! Thou behold'st Thy history unfold. We parted last,

Leonidas suspended on that cross." Thou mayst remember, on this fatal spot.

As oft, when lightning strikes the human frame, The gentle Agis from this point survey'd

The wound, though imperceptible, destroys

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