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She said, and darted like a meteor swift To sing of Daphne by Apollo chas'd, Away, whose aspect red presages woe

Of him inflam'd at beauties in her flight To superstition's herd. The Persian's pride Disclos'd, him reaching with a vain embrace Is wounded ; tapers to the cell he calls;

Those virgin beauties, into laurel chang'd By them a tablet, unobserv'd before,

On flowry-bank'd Orontes, Syrian stream. Attracts his gloomy eye. The words were these: Mardonius sighs at disappointed love; “ The Spartan king a visitant was here,

Tears down the cheeks of Mindarus descend, Who, by a tyrant's multitude o'erpow'r'd,

Recalling dear Cleora, not as dead Died for bis country. Be accurst the man, Recalld, but living in another's arms. The man impure, who violates these walls,

Not so the firmness of Masistius yields; Which, by Oileus hospitably rais'd,

The soft, lascivious theme his thoughts reject, Receiv'd the great Leonidas a guest.

By pure affections govern'd. Yet the charm Oilean Medon this inscription trac'd."

Of harmony prevailing serves to raise Another hangs beneath it in this strain:

Compos'd remembrance of Melissa's lyre, “ Laconian Aëmnestus rested here,

Which oft in stillness of a moonlight hour,
From Asia's camp return'd. His falchion's point Amid her nymphs in symphony high-ton'd,
To deities and mortals thus proclaims

To moderation, equity, and faith,
His arın to vengeance on Mardonius pledg'd, To deeds heroic and humane she struck
The king of Sparta's manes to appease."

With force divine, reproving lawless will,
Brave was he son of Gobryas, like the god Intemp'rate passions, turpitude of mind,
Of war in battle ; yet a dream, an act

And savage manners in her ethic lay.
Of froward chance, would oft depress his mind. The banquet ends, and all depart to rest.
He recollects with pain the challenge bold
From that severe Laconian in the tent
Of Xerxes; this to Amarantha's scorn
Succeeding, throws new darkness o'er his gloom.

BOOK XXII.
Masistius ent'ring hasty thus began:

“ What hast thou done, Mardonius? When I led By morn return'd Masistius: “ Hear," he said, This princess back, indignant she complain'd “ Th’ event unpleasing from thy passion sprung. Of wrong from thee. Thy countenance is griev'd.” | Mardonius, thy temerity hath chas'd

Coufus'd, Mardonius pointed to the scrolls; From Persia's camp the Macedonian queen; Masistius read; he took the word again :

I found her tent abandon'd; but her course “ Now in the name of Horomazes, chief, Conjecture cannot trace. What other style Art thou discourag'd by a Grecian vaunt,

Than of barbarians can the Greeks afford Or by that empty oracle which claim'd

To us of Asia ? Lo! a youthful king, Atonement for Leonidas? Despise

Our best ally, and my distinguish'd friend,
Mysterious words and omens like a man.

Exerts a distant effort in our cause,
But if thcu bear'st the couscience of a dead Meantime the honour of his queen, by all
Unworthy, just thy sorrow; like a man

Ador'd, inviolate till now, our chief
Feel due contrition, and the fault repair.”

Insults, by station her protector sole, “I have meant wrong, not acted,” said the chief. When I am absent. Not thyself alone “ Greece once produc'd a Helen, who forsook Thou hast disgrac'd, but me her guardian pledg'd A throne and husband; what these later dames By sacred oaths to Macedonia's lord.” Call honour, which without an eunuch guard These words, evincing Nature's purest gifts, Protects their charms, in Asia is unknown.

Deserving that society sublime Resentful, gall d at first, I now admire

With Grecian Muses, where Melissa pour'd This lofty woman, who, like Helen bright,

Her moral strain, in perturbation plunge Rejected me a lover, who surpass

The hearer; when importunate, abrupt The son of Priam. Thou art gentler far

Appears Briareus, and renews the suit Than I, discreet Masistius; soothe by morn To pillage Delphi. “ No,” in wrath replied With lenient words, and costly gifts, her ire. The clouded son of Gobryas; “bring my steed; Call Mindarus, together let us feast;

March all to Thebes." Then humble as a child, He too is gentle, I am rough and hot,

Who to parental castigation owns
Whom thou canst guide, Masistius, thou alone, His fault in tears, Masistius he address'd :
Soon Mindarus appears in aspect sad ;

“ How bless'd the mind by Horomazes fram'd Soon is the royal equipage produc'd,

Like thine, serene Masistius, to resist Which Xerxes gave Mardonius to sustain

Unruly passions ! never warm desires, His delegated state. “ Ye rustic pow’rs !

Pride, or ambition, vex thy equal thoughts, Ye Dryads, Oreads of th' Oilean seat !

Which from their level no dejection low'rs; Ye Naiads white of lucid brooks and founts ! Yet none surpasses thee in rank and pow'r Had you existence other than in tales

Among the satraps. Uncorrupted man! Of fancy, how had your astonish'd eyes

0, in thyself superior to thy state, At piles of gold enrich'd by orient gems

Me, who so often sink below my own, Been dimm'd with lustre? Genius of the cell Befriend in this dark moment. I foresee, Simplicity had fram'd to rural peace!

I feel disaster in this harsh event.” How hadst thou started at a Persian board?" Masistius here: “ Reflect, thou mighty chief, Fair female minstrels charm the sight and ear; At either gate of life, the first and last, Efferninating measures on their lutes

Yet more through all their intermediate space, Dissolve the soul in languor, which admits

Vicissitude and hazard lurk unseen, No thought but love. Their voices chance directs Supplanting wary steps. To mortal pou'r

Those dreadful ministers of jealous Heav'n, With Trojan dead, and struggling to discharge The elements, are hostile, and to low'r

Th’unwonted load in Neptune's briny waste. The great with changing fortune oft conspire. The conqueror dismounts; before the queen Her cruel sport, Mardonius, need we tempt His gracious form presenting, in the arms With our own follies? In thy arduous post Of bis sustaining friends he sudden sinks, Thy hand sustains a balance, where the lives Oppress'd by wounds unheeded, ev'n unfelt Of nations, where an empire's fate is pois’d Amid the warmth of action. Then her veil From hour to hour against the common ills She rends asunder, and, lamenting, beats Of chance and nature, which so often foil

Her grateful breast. The notes of sorrow, loud The wisest; do not superadd the weight

Through all the concourse, dissipate his trance. Of thy own passions to the adverse scale.

Serene these words he utters: “Honour's track I, who am ever to thy virtues just,

Is perilous, though lovely; there to walk, Will not be slow, though grieving at thy faults, Not fearing Death, nor coveting his stroke, To furnish present help. Farewell ; I mount Though to receive it ever well prepar'd, My swiftest courser to o'ertake the queen,

Has been my choice and study. But, fair queen, Whose indignation I can best compose.”

Be not discourag'd at my present state, Mardonius then: “ Adventure is a chase Wounds are to me familiar, and their cures; Thy virtue, no idolatress of fame,

To Delphi lead me, or whatever place Enjoys; thy prompters are the love of right, Thy wish prefers. Masistius comes thy guard, Care for a friend, or zeal for Persia's state,

So will ntinue, and, ere long restor'd, Which render hazardous attempts thy bliss, Hath much for thy instruction to impart.” Sublime Masistius. Thou hast weight to awe While these to Delphi, on bis march to Thebes Mardonius, who thy enterprising hand

Advanc'd the son of Gobryas. Soon the steps Laments, but never to control assumes,

Innumerous of men and coursers bruise Yet feels and most regrets his own defects,

On green Cepbissian meads the growth of May. Whene'er they cause thy absence.” Here they end Copæa's lake, perfum'd with orange groves, Discourse. Of cavalry a num'rous pow'r,

Which rude unsated violence deforms,
Train'd by himself, Masistius heads, and leaves The multitudes envelop; thence along
The army filing tow'rds Baotian fields.

The sedgy borders of Ismenus reach
He bends his course to Delphi; he attains Cadmëan walls, when now the goldeu Sun
Permessus, round the Heliconian heights

Sev'n times had fill'd bis orbit. Thebes admits In argent mazes whisp'ring, as he flows,

The Persian gcn'ral, in these words addressid To passengers along the winding way,

By Leontiades: “ Thrice welcome, lord, Which skirts the mountain, ando'erlooks the stream. We, thy allies, our counsel to disclose Back from the ford the satrap's courser starts Have waited long. Not hazarding a fight, Affrighted. Lo! to crimson, as of blood,

Thou hast the means to ascertain success. In sudden change the late crystalline wave, Here xeated tranqnil, from exhaustless stores Melodious solace of the sacred Nine,

Distribute gold among the Grecian states; Rolls horrible to view. Anon with helms,

Corrupt the pow'rful, open faction's mouth, With spears and bucklers, grating o'er the bed Divide, nor doubt to overcome that strength, Of loosen'd stone, with limbs and trunks of men, Which, link'd in union, will surmount the force The turbid current chafes. Masistius spurs Of all mankind." The ardent Persian here: Through all obstruction; in his forc'd career

" To court th’ Athenians with a larish hand The clank of armour, crash of spears, and shouts Have I not stoop'd already? but, disdaip'd, Of battle strike his ear; the vocal rocks

That haughty race to destiny I leave. Augment the animating sound; he sees

Have I not bid defiance to their boast,
A flying soldier, by his target known

Themistocles? Him, forfeiting his word,
A Macedonian guard, who stops, and thus: Pledg'd to confront me on Bootian plains,

“ Hail! satrap, hail! thou timely sent by Heav'n, I haste to summon at his native gates. Haste and protect the Macedonian queen.

What are the Greeks, if Athens be reduc'd ? A host of robbers, by the lawless times

Where are the vaunted Spartans ? lock'd in fear Combin'd, have vanquish'd our inferior force ; Behind their isthmian wall, by Heav'n in fear Part of our mangled number choke that flood, Of Thorax ranging with a slender band Part on the ground lie bleeding.” At these words Of his Thessalian horse. Thou rule in Thebes, Masistius rushes with his pond'rous lance

Brave Mindarus, till I from Athens tam’d In rest; Emathia's beauteous queen in flight Return with fetters for the rest of Greece.” Before pursuing ruffians he perceives

He seeks his couch, and, after short repose, On her feet courser. Thunderbolt of strength, By twilight bursts like thunder from a cloud, He hurls to earth their leader, giant-siz'd, Which, on Olympus bov'ring black, contains A profligate deserter from the guard

The livid store of Jove's collected wrath Mardonian. Next a Phocian born, expellid Against offending mortals. O'er a land His native residence for crimes, he slew;

Deserted, silent, to the empty roofs The active staff is broken in the chest

Of Athens was the march. Mardonius elimbid Of an Arcadian, branded by his state

Ægaleos, thence on Salamis descry'd With infamy; the victor then unsheaths

That much enduring people, who again His sabre, op'ning through the savage rout

For liberty forsook their native homes A passage wide for death. His faithful train On bis approach. His gen'rous pride relents; Surround them; irresistible he sweeps

He wishes such a nation were a friend; The traitors headlong to the flood below,

His wishes waken in his breast an awe Which foams like Simois, by Pelides swoln

At such a foe. Murichides was nigh,

A Hellespontine Grecian of his train,

Was tame. She learns the melancholy fate Nor in his favour low; to bim be spake:

Of Lycides, to her protection takes “ Look on that haughty, but that gallant race; His helpless orphans, and disastrous wife. Perhaps at me, by myriads thus begirt,

Now of its plenteous stores while eager hands Their very children lift their little hands

The num'rous fleet unlade, and Attic dames In menaces, and cursing lisp the naines

Prepare with good Timothea to embark;
Of Xerxes and Mardonius. Mount a bark; Just Aristides, first of men, conducts
Pass with a herald to that crowded isle;

That first of matrons to his joyful tent,
The senators accost; the people shun,

Where she began: “O, righteous like the gods, In pride beyond nobility; repeat

Now hear my whole commission, and believe The words Æmathian Alexander usd:

Themistocles, my husband, feels thy worth. • Ye men of Athens, repossess your homes; When at his summons on Euboea's coast Enlarg'd dominion from the royal hand

I landed first, “Thrice welcome,' he exclaim'd,
Ask and obtain; be govern'd by your laws; . Froin Athens hither to a safe abode.
The son of Gobryas will rebuild your fanes; A second emigration I presage
Accept the king's alliance, and be free

To her afflicted race.' From port to port
With added strength and splendour.' Further say, Around Eubæa's populous extent
They little know what confidence is due

With him convey'd, I saw her wealthy towns
To him who sends thee. Asian Greeks, subdu'd To his control subordinate. Their pow'rs
By me, retain their democratic rights."

He now is gath'ring; some achievement new On Salamis the Hellespontine lands;

He meditates, which secresy conceals Before th' Athenian senate he displays

Like Fate's dark roll inscrutable to all. The Persian proffer. All indignant hear

From thee an early notice he requests, But Lycides, who thus exhorting spake:

Soon as the Greeks, united in one camp, “ From Athens twice expell’d, deserted twice The sole attention of Mardonins draw; By Lacedæmon, who her toil employ's

Th’intelligence to bring I leave behind Still on her isthmian fence, who lifts no shield That faithful man, Sicinus.”—“ Virtuous dame, To guard our wives and progeny, to save

Wise is thy husband,” Aristides spake; From desolation our defenceless fields,

“ From him no other than achievements high, Or from our homes repel the hostile blaze,

However my conjecture they surpass, What can we better, injur'd and betray'd,

I still expect. Themistocles apprise,
Than listen to Mardonius ? be referr'd

That I am bound for Sparta to upbraid
His terms of friendship to th' assembling tribes." Pausanias proud, and surpmon to the field
The universal senate rose in scorn

That selfish breed so martial, yet so cold
Of such submission. By the people known, To public welfare. Let me next prefer
His counsel rous'd enthusiastic rage,

To thy benignity a fervent suit.” Nor Aristides can the tumult cool;

He straight withdrew, and reappearing led They stone the timid senator to death.

Two little damsels humble in attire. The women catch the spirit; fierce, as fair,

“Behold my daughters,” he resum'd; “admit Laodice collects th' infuriate sex.

These to thy care; now motherless they want They hand in hand a dreadful circle form

Protection; ev'n Euphemia they have lost; Around his mansion, and his wife and race

My venerable parent have the gods Doom to perdition, that his coward blood

Releas'd but newly from the growing scene May ne'er survive in Greece. Enormous thought! Of trouble. Athens must a parent prove Perhaps not less than such excess of zeal

To these hereafter, fated to receive Excess of peril in that season claim'd

No portion from a father, who delights To save a land, which foster'd ev'ry Muse;

In poverty. His arms are all the wealth That eloquence, philosophy, and arts,

Of Aristides." With a tender hand Might shine in Attic purity of light

She takes the children; “O! of men,” she said, To latest ages: but a sudden fleet,

“ Most rich, whose wealth is virtue, in the name In wide array extending on the shore,

Of household gods this office I accept. Suspends the deed. Before each wond'ring eye O Aristides! these shall mix with mine; Timothea lands, Sicinus at her side;

These shall contribute to cement the work, When thus the matron to th' impatient throng: I long have wrought, the amity begun

“ His native friends Themistocles salutes; Betwixt Themistocles and thee.” In tears Eubean plenty in your present need

Depart the infant maidens from a sire He sends. Returning, I this crowded isle

Of gentlest nature, and in manners bland Will disencumber, and to safety bear

Not less than just. Meanwhile to Athens stecrs Your wives and infants; open to their wants Murichides, unharın'd. The rising dawn Eudora holds her Amarynthian seat;

Sees with her precious charge Timothea sail. Elephenor, Tisander to the shrines

Lo! from the city clouds of smoke ascena Of Jore invite them, and to friendly roofs

Voluminous, with interlacing flames, Eubea's towns. As oft Aurora sheds

Such as Vesuvius vomits from his gulf Serenity around her, when the gates

Sulphureous, when unquenchable the heat Of light first open to her fragrant step;

Within his concave melts the surging ore Hush'd at her feet lies Boreas, who had rent To floods of fire. Murichides had told The dusky pall of night, and Jove restrains His fruitless embassy ; Mardonius, wild The thunder's roar, and torrents of the skies; With ire, to instant conflagration doom'd Such was Timothea's presence, so the storm,

Th' abode of such inexorable foes. By furies late excited, at her voice

They, on the margin opposite, beheld

Their ancient residence a second time

For their own sep’rate safety at their wall, Destroy'd; nor utter'd more than just complaint Inglorious isthmian wall, while half the Greeks Of tardy Sparta. When Briareus dire

Become your foes, and Athens is betray'd." With his gigantic savages o’erturu'd

Pausanias present proudly thus replied: The recent tomb, which held the glorious slain “ Hast thou not heard, the Hyacinthian rites At Salamis; when scatter'd in the wind

Employ the Spartans ? shall the heads of Greece They saw that dust rever'd ; in solemn rage, Be question'd, be directed when to act Devoid of sound illiberal, or loud,

By you Athenians ? your inferior state Each his right hand with sanctity of oaths

May wait our leisure.” Aristides here: Pledg'd to his neighbour, and to vengeance full « Talk'st thou to me of Hyacinthian games, His blood devoted. Aristides look'd,

While rude barbarians riot in our fields, As some incens'd divinity, and spake:

While Athens burns, while sacrilege invades “ Persist, ye sons of folly; crush that 'tomb; Our temples, while our ancestors we see The last repose of yon heroic slain

Torn from the grave ? Pausanias, thou disgrace Disturb, therein exhibiting your doom

To thy forefather Hercules, whose arm, From mortals and immortals. Thus your pride To friends a bulwark, was a scourge to foes, By Heav'n, and Grecian valour, shall be crush'd, What hast thou said ? But, guardian to the son Your impious host be scatter'd like that dust Of that renown'd Leonidas, who fought Which your barbarity profanes. Now, friends, Beyond the isthmus, and for Greece expir'd, By your appointment I to Sparta sail ;

If thou retain'st no rev'rence for his blood,
You under watchful discipline remain

If thou dost scorn Lycurgus and his laws,
Compos'd and firm; such patience will surmount If holding liberty an empty name,
All obstacle, Athenians; will restore

Art now in treaty with a lawless king,
In brighter glories your paternal seats.”

No more of words. Athenians have their choice This said, the isle he leaves, selecting none To treat with Xerxes, or to distant climes But Cimon for associate. In the bark

Expand the sail, resigning to their fate Him Aristides placidly bespake:

Unfaithful, timid Grecians, who have lost « Son of Miltiades the great in arms,

All claim to succour-Yet assume your swords ! Thy early youth was dissolute; thy look

My love for Greece solicits you in tears. Ingenuous still, and frank thy tongue, reveal'd Be thou, Pausanias, general of all; Internal virtue ; friendship on my part

We in that noble warfare will refuse Succeeded, thence a study to reclaim

No hardship-Ev'n thy arrogant command Thy human frailties. I rejoice in hope,

I like the meanest soldier will abide." Thou wilt hereafter prove an Attic star,

Then Aëmnestus brief: “O righteous man, In council wise, triumphant in the field,

I feel thy wrongs ! Laconia's shame I feel, Humane to strangers, to thy country just,

Which if delay still blackens, thou shalt lead Friend to her laws, to all her Muses kind,

Me, the due victim of Athenian wrath, Who may record thy actions.” Cimon here: Before those injur'd tribes, by me deceiv'd;

“ If I have virtues, they proceed from thee; Where my own sword shall sacrifice the blood If I attain to glory, I shall owe

I pledg'd for Sparta's faith. Meantime withdraw; To thee my lustre. To deserve thy praise, I was thy guest in Athens, thou be mine." What have I yet accomplish’d? I have fought Not till the day-spring Aëmnestus greets At Salamis, what more performing there

His Attic friend: “Our citizens are march'd; Than each Athenian?” Aristides then: (rest All night my indefatigable toil

“ True, all were brave; my judginent doth not Hath urg'd the phalanx on; the various states On one exploit; thy modesty o'erlooks

Within the isthmus will obey our call; The signs of worth and talents, whence my hopes Now speed with me, o'ertake, inspect our host.” Have rank'd thee first of Grecjans. To acquire, They both depart with Cimon. Sparta's camp, To keep that station, Cimon, be thy choice; Ere Phæbus couches, Aristides gains ; Thou hast the means; but this impression hold, The marshall'd pupils of Lycurgus there Who would excel, must be a moral man."

He, ever true to equity, applauds, Thus they exhaust their voyage of a day, Who their disgraceful sloth in council blam'd. When at Trezené they arrive, and find

Subordination, silent order held Renown'd Cleander training for the field

Each in his place; in look, as virgins, meek, His vative bands. To Sparta thence they sail. Sedate they listen'd to their chiefs, as youth The Ephori assemble, when they hear

To learning's voice in academic schools. Of Aristides, wbo an audience claims;

Thus in some fertile garden well-manur'd, He comes before them, and austerely thus: The regularity of plants and trees Cecropia's race, exterminated twice,

Enrich'd with produce, on a stable root
Demand of Sparta, whether sloth, or fear,

Stands permanent, by skilful care dispos'd
Or Persian gold, her buckler hath unbrac'd. At first, and sedulously watch'd. No vaunt
Mardonius proffer'd more than equal terms, Offends the ear, nor supercilious frown
Not friendship singly, but enlarg'd domain

Of confidence the eye. Th’ Athenian chief
To Athens, who to eleutherian Jove,

Content returns ; on Salamis receiv’d,
To Greece was faithful, and the lib’ral gift Cecropia's bands he marshals for the field.
Disdain'd. Your own ambassador pronounc'd The ravage still of Attica detain'd
Your phalanx ready; for its speedy march Mardonius. Thorax of Larissa quits
His head he pledg'd. Mardonius takes the field, His isthmian station; rapid in his course
He lays the Athenian territory waste;

To Gobryas' son these tidings he imparts: Where are the Spartans? Adding work to work “ The isle of Pelops musters all ber pow'rss

The isthmus swarms; forsake this rocky land From vine-attir'd Methenè, from the isles,
For cavalry unfit; collect thy force

Calauria, Neptune's seat, and Sphæria dear
To face the Grecians on Cadmëan plains."

To Pallas, daughter of almighty Jove, “ Her sleepy sword at last has Sparta rous'd ?” Two thousand warriors sends. Cleander pass'd Replies Mardonias. “On Cadmean plains The isthmus first; who manly, from the bed The Persian trump shall sound; Cithæron's hill, Of Ariphilia rising, vow'd to deck Asopian banks, shall soon repeat the notes

Her future cradle with a victor's wreath Triumphal.” Swift he rushes back to Thebes, Of laurel new. Her beauteous image grac'd Ere Phoebus darted his solstitial beat.

His four-fold buckler. Twice eight hundred youths As some hot courser, who from pasture led Prom Æsculapian Epidaurus march’d, Replete with food and courage, spurns the ground From mount Cynortius, and the sacred hill, In confidence and pride, no sooner meets

Titthëon, where the mother of that god
His wonted rider, than admits the rein;

Medicinal in secret left her fruit
Such was Mardonius, when from Theban gates Of stolen enjoyment in Apollo's arms;
Masistius thus address'd him: “ Be informid, Where in serenity of smiles was found
That Macedonia's sov’reign is arriv'd,

The sweet Phæbean child, while lambent flames With his fair consort. Her to Delphi's walls Play'd round his temples. Clitophon the chief, I guarded, there deliver'd to her lord,

A serpent green, the symbol of his god, Who hath conducted fifty thousand Greeks

Bore on his silver shield. Four hundred left In arms, auxiliar to thy camp. The queen, Leprëum, clear Arenè, and th' impure Now at a fabric old, to Dirce built,

Anigrian waters, where the centaur, fell Close by her fountain, and beset with shade, Polenor, wounded by Herculean shafts, Dwells in retreat, which careful thou avoid. Dipp'd in the blood of Hydra, purg'd his limbs But tell me, son of Gobryas, whither flown From putrid gore, envenoming the stream; Was all my magnanimity, when flames

Their leader Conon. Of Mycenæ old, A second time laid stately Athens low?

Of Tiryns, built by fam'd Cyclopian toil, Though disappointed, couldst thou deem a crime Eight hundred shields Polydamus commands. Her constancy, refusing to betray

Two thousand gallant youths, with standards bless'd A common cause? Mardonius, thou dost hope At Hebe's altar, tutelary pow'r To conquer; why a city of renown,

Of Phlius, bold Menander led to war. Which in her beauty would have grac'd our sway, Himself was young; the blooming goddess shone Hast thou reduc'd to ashes? Oh! reflect,

Bright on his buckler. Under Lycus brave What fires of stern resistance and revenge

Hermionè, fair city, had enroll'd This act hath lighted in such gallant hearts. Six hundred spears. The impress on his shield That pow'r eternal, by the hallow'd name

Was strong Alcides, dragging from the gates Of Horomazes worshipp'd in our clime,

Of Dis their latrant guardian triple-mouth'd Who earth, and seas, and . “mament controls, Through an abyss in Hermionean land, With all therein, looks dowi. not less on Greece, The fabled wonder of the district shown. Than Persia, both his creatures. Just and wise, Three thousand sail'd from Cephalenia's isle, Intemp'rate deeds in either he resents."

From Acarnanian, and Epirot shores, Mardonius answer'd: “ By that pow'r I swear, With various chieftains. Of Arcadian breed Thou to a Grecian almost art transform'd

Orchomenus twelve hundred, Tegea sent By intercourse with yon religious hill

Three thousand. Chileus, prime in Tegea's camp, Of thy admir'd Melissa. Do I blame?

Was skill'd in arms, and vaunted high the name, Ah! no; too awful art thou to incur

The rank, and prowess of his native state. My censure. O Masistius, I confess

Ten thousand helms from wealthy Corinth's walls Thy gepius purer, more sublime, than mine; Blaze q'er the champaign; these Alcmæon leads I often err, thou never-But, dear friend,

With Adimantus. Neighb'ring Sicyon arm'd I am dejected ever when thou chid'st;

Six thousand more; amidst whose splendid files Yet thee, my chiding monitor, should fate

Automedon commanded. Lo! in air Snatch from Mardonius, he would rise no more." A mighty banner! from the hollows green, “ I only seek to warn thee, not deject,”

The wood-crown'd hills in Lacedæmon's rule, Rejoins Masistius; “ turn to other cares;

Taijgetus, and Menelaian ridge,
Greece is in arms; address thee to thy charge.” From Crocean quarries, from Gythëum's port,
This said, to council they in Thebes proceed. Therapnè, sweet Amyclæ on the banks

Of fam'd Eurotas, from a hundred towns,
A glitt'ring myriad of Laconians show

Their just arrangement. Aemnestus there
BOOK XXIII.

Lifts his tall spear, and rises o'er the ranks

In arduous plumes and stature. So his strength Tae Heliconian records now unfold :

And stately foliage of a full-growu oak Calliope! harmonious thence recite

O'erlooks the undershades, his knotted arms The names and numbers of the various Greeks, Above their tops extending. Mightier still Who in array on fair Baotian plains,

Callicrates appears, in martial deeds With gleams of armour streak the twinkling wave Surpassing ev'ry Grecian. He bis fate Of clear Asopus. Trezen, known to fame, Foresees not; he, capricious fortune's mark, Where Pittheus dwelt, whose blood to Athens gave Must fall untimely, and his gen'rous blood The hero Theseus, Trozen from her walls

Unprofitably shed. A firmer band In circuit small, from Hylycus her stream, Succeeds. Huge Sparta, who for ever scorn'd From her Scyllæan promontory high,

Defensive walls and battlements, supplied

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