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Each moment dear, when, list'ning to my voice, Of stern republics, vigilantly bent
Thou sat'st delighted the moral strain.

Against successful greatness; yet serene,
Leonidas and thou may pass the floods

Prepar'd for ev'ry possible reverse Of Styx together; in your happy groves

In his own fortune, he the present thought, Think of Melissa. Welcom'd were ye both Of Persians chang'd from foes to friends, enjoy'd. By her on Earth; her tongue shall never cease, When, lo! Sicinus landed. Swift his lord Her lyre be never wanting to resound

In words like these the faithful man approach'd. Thee, pride of Asia, him, the first of Greeks,

“ From Aristides hail! Asopus flows, In blended eulogy of grateful song.'

Still undisturb'd by war, between the hosts
She o'er the dead through half the solemn night Inactive. Each the other to assail
A copious web of eloquence unwinds,

Inflexibly their augurs have forbid.
Explaining how Masistius had consum'd

The camp, which Ceres shall the best supply, Nine lunar cycles in assiduous zeal

Will gain the palm."--" Mardonius then must To guard her fane, her vassals to befriend;

fight How they ador'd his presence; how he woni To our advantage both of time and place," Her from the temple to Sandauce's cure

Themistocles replies, and sudden calls At Amarantha's suit; within his tent

The diff'rent leaders round him. Thus he spake: How clemency and justice still abode

“ Eubeans, Delphians, Locrians, you, the chiefs To awe barbarians; how, departing sad,

Of Potidæa and Olynthus, hear. His last farewell at Eta's shrine he gave

The ritual honours to a hero due,
In words like these : “ Unrivall'd dame, we march Whom pone e'er equallid, incomplete are left;
Against thy country—Thou should'st wish our fall. Them shall the new Aurora see resum'd.
If we prevail, be confident in me

At leisure now three days to solemn games
Thy safeguard still—But Heav'n, perhaps, ordains I dedicate. Amrid his numn'rous tents
That thou shalt never want Masistius more.” Mardonius on Asopus shall be told,

She pauses. Now her mental pow'rs sublime, While he sits trembling o'er the hostile flood, Collected all, this invocation frame.

Of Grecian warriors on the Malian sands
“ O eleutherian sire! this virtuous light, Disporting. You in gymnic lists shall wing
By thee extinguish’d, proves thy care of Greece. The flying spear, and hurl the massy disk,
Who of the tribes barbarian now survives

Brace on the cestus, and impel the car
To draw thy favour? Gratitude requires

To celebrate Leonidas in sight
This pure libation of my tears to lave

Of Eta, witness to his glorious fate.
Him once my guardian ; but a guardian new, “ But fifty vessels deep with laden stores
Thy gift in Medon, elevates at last

I first detach, that gen'ral Greece may share My gratitude to thee.” Serene she clos'd, In our superfluous plenty. Want shall waste Embrac'd her brother, and retir'd to rest.

Mardonian numbers, while profusion flows From @ta's heights fresh rose the morning breeze. Round Aristides. To protect, my friends, A well-apparell'd galley lay unmoord

Th'important freight, three thousand warlike spears In readiness to sail. Sandaucè drops

Must be embark'd. You, leaders, now decide, A parting tear on kind Melissa's breast,

Who shall with me Thermopylæ maintain, By whom dismiss'd, Statirus on the corse

Who join the Grecian camp." First Medon rose; Of great Masistius waits. The Grecian chiefs “ From thy successful banner to depart Lead Artamanes to the friendly deck,

Believe my feet reluctant. From his cross In olive wreaths, pacific sign, attir'd,

When I deliver'd Lacedæmon's king, Whence he the fervour of his bosom pours: My life, a boon his friendship once bestow'd,

“O may this gale with gentleness of breath I then devoted in the face of Heav'n Replace me joyous in my seat of birth,

To vindicate bis manes. What my joy, As I sincere on Horomazes call

If I survive; if perish, what my praise To send the dove of peace, whose placid wing To imitate his virtue? Greece demands The oriental and Hesperian world

In his behalf a sacrifice like this May feel, composing enmity and thirst

from me, who, dying, only shall discharge Of mutual havoc ! that my grateful roof

The debt I owe him; where so well discharge, May then admit Themistocles, and all

As at Asopus in the gen’ral shock Those noble Grecians, who sustain'd my head, Of Greece and Asia? But the hundred spears, Their captive thrice. But, ah! what founts of blood which have so long accompany'd my steps Will fate still open to o'erflow the earth!

Through all their wand'rings, are the only force Yet may your homes inviolate remain,

My wants require. The rest of Locrian arms Imparting long the fulness of those joys,

Shall with Leonteus thy control obey." Which by your bounty shall soon possess !» Pois'd on his shield, and cas'd in Carian steel,

He ceas'd. The struggle of Sandauce's heart Whence issued lustre like Phæbean rays, Suppress'd her voice. And now the naval pipe Thus Haliartus : “ Me, in peasant-weeds, Collects the rowers. At the signal shrill

Leonidas respected. Though my heart They cleave with equal strokes the Malian floods. Then by unshaken gratitude was bound, Meantime a vessel, underneath the lee

My humble state could only feel, not act. Of Locris coasting, plies the rapid oar

A soldier now, my efforts I must join In sight. She veers, and, lodging in her sails With godlike Medon's, to avenge the wrongs The wind transverse, across the haven skims; Of Sparta's king. But first the soldier's skill, Till on Sperchean sands she rests her keel.

My recent acquisition, let my arm Theinistocles was musing on the turns

For ever lose, if once my heart forget Of human fortune, and the jealous eye

The gen'rous chief, whose service try'd my arm,

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Who made Acanthè mine. My present zeal
His manly justice will forbear to chide.”

BOOK XXVII.
The priest of Delphi next: “ Athenian friend,
I have a daughter on Cadmean plains,

MBANTIME Briareus to the plains of Thebes
My Amarantha. From no other care,

Precipitates his course. Arriv'd, he greets Than to be nearer that excelling child,

Mardonius. Rumour had already told, Would I forsake this memorable spot,

What, now confirm’d, o'erwhelms the troubled chief, Where died the first of Spartans, and a chief Confounded like the first anointed king Like thee triumphant celebrates that death." O’er Israel's tribes, when Philistean din Then Cleon proffer'd his Eretrian band,

Of armies pierc'd his borders, and despair Eight hundred breathing vengeance on a foe, Seduc'd his languid spirit to consult Who laid their tow'rs in ashes. Lainpon next The sorceress of Endor. “ Call,” he said, Presents his Styrians. Brave Nearchus joins “ Eleau Hegesistratus-Be swift." Twelve hundred yonths of Chalcis. Tideus last The summon'd augur comes. To him the son Of Potidæa twice three bundred shields.

Of Gobryas: “ Foe to Sparta, heed my words; “ Enough, your number is complete,” the son Themistocles possesses on our backs Of Neocles reminds them. “ Swift embark ; Th’Etxan passes. Pamine, like a beast, The gale invites. Sicinus is your guide.”

Noos'd and subservient to that fraudful man, He said, and, moving tow'rds the beach, observes Who sháns the promis'd contest in the field, The embarkation. Each progressive keel

He can turn loose against us. In our front
His eye pursues. O'erswelling now in thought, See Aristides. Fatal is delay.
His own deservings, glory, and success,

Fam'd are the oracles of Greece- Alas!
Rush on bis soul like torrents, which disturb My oracle, Masistius, is no more.
A limpid fount. Of purity depriv'd,

To thee, who hatest all the Spartan breed,
The rill no more in music steals along,

I trust my secret purpose. Be my guide But harsh and turbid through its channel foams. To some near temple, or mysterious cave,

“What sea, what coast, what region have I pass'd Wher.ce voices supernatural unfold Without erecting trophies?” cries the chief, The destinies of men." The augur here: In exultation to Sicinus staid.

“ The nearest, but most awful, is a cave “ Have I not spar'd the vanquish'd to resound Oracular, Lebadia's ancient boast, My clemency? Ev'n Persians are my frieuds. Where Jupiter Trophonius.is ador'd, These are my warriors. Prosp'rous be your sails, Not far beyond Copææ's neighb'ring lake, Ye Greeks, enroll'd by me, by me inur'd

Which thou must pass. With costly presents freight, To arms and conquest. Under Fortune's wing Such as magnificence like thine requires, Speed, and assist my ancient rival's arm

Thy loaded bark; command my service all." To crush th' invader. Distant I uphold

Mardonius issues orders to provide The Grecian armies; distant I will snatch The bark and presents. Summoning his chiefs, My share of laurels on the plains of Thebes. To them he spake: “ My absence from the camp Then come, soft Peace, of indolence the nurse, Important functions claim; three days of rule Not to the son of Neocles. On gold

To Mindarus I cede. Till my return Let rigour look contemptuous; I, return'd Let not a squadron pass th' Asopian stream.” To desert Athens, I, enrich'd with spoils

This said, with Hegesistratus he mounts Of potentates, and kings, will raise her head A rapid car. Twelve giants of his guard, From dust. Superb her structures shall proclaim Detach'd before, await him on the banks No less a marvel, than the matchless bird

Of clear Copææ. Silver Phæbe spreads
The glory of Arabia, when, consum d

A light, reposing on the quiet lake,
In burning frankincense and myrrh, he shows Save where the snowy rival of her hue,
His presence new, and, op’ning to the Sun The gliding swan, behind him leaves a trail
Regenerated gloss of plumage, towirs,

In luminous vibration. Lo! an isle
Himself a species. So shall Athens rise

Swells on the surface. Marble structures there Bright from her ashes, mistress sole of Greece. New gloss of beauty borrow from the Moon From long Piræan walls her winged pow'r

To deck the shore. Now silence gently yields Shall awe the Orient and Hesperian worlds. To measur'd strokes of oars. The orange groves, Me shall th’ Olympic festival admit

In rich profusion round the fertile verge, Its spectacle most splendid”......" Ah! suppress Impart to fanning breezes fresh perfumes Immod'rate thoughts," Sicinus interrupts,

Exhaustless, visiting the sense with sweets, “ Thou citizen of Athens! Who aspires,

Which soften ev'n Briareus; but the son Resides not there secure. Forbear to sting Of Gobryas, heavy with devouring care, Her ever-wakeful jealousy, nor tempt

Uncharm'd, unheeding sits. At length began The woes of exile. For excess of worth

Th' Elean augur, in a learned flow Was Aristides banish'd. Be not driv'n

Of ancient lore, to Asia's pensive chief To early trial of thy Persian friends.

Historically thus: “ Ilustrious lord, O! thou transcendent, thou stupendous man, Whose nod controls such multitudes in arms From thy Timothea moderation learn,

From lands remote and near, the story learn Which, like the stealing touch of gentle time Of sage Trophonius, whose prophetic cell O'er canvass, pencil'd by excelling art,

Thou wouldst descend. An architect divine,
Smooths glaring colours, and imparts a grace He for the Delphians rais'd their Pythian fane.
To mightiest heroes. Thus their dazzling blaze His recompense imploring from the god,
Of glory soft'ning, softens envy's eye."

This gracious answer from the god he drew :
When thrice my chariot hath its circle run,

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The prime reward a mortal can obtain,

Bright vases, tripods, images, and crowns, Trophonius, shall be thine.' Apollo thrice The presents borne by those gigantic hands, His circle ran; behold Trophonius dead.

With fascinating lustre fix'd the priest With prophecy bis spirit was endu'a,

To gaze unsated on the copious store. But where abiding in concealment long

“ Pass through, but unaccompany'd,” he said, The destinies envelop'd. Lo! a dearth

“ Illustrious Persian. Be th' accepted gifts Afflicts Bæotia. Messengers address

Deposited within these holy gates.”
The Delphian powr for succour. He enjoins He leads the satrap to a grassy mount,
Their care throughout Lebadian tracts to seek Distinct with scatter'd plantains. Each extends
Oracular Trophonius. Long they roam

O'er the smooth green his mantle brown of shade.
In fruitless search; at last a honey'd swarm Of marble white an edifice rotund,
Before them flies; they follow, and attain

In all th’ attractive elegance of art,
A cave. Their leader enters, when a voice, Looks from the summit, and invites the feet
Revealing there the deity, suggests

Of wond'ring strangers to ascend. The prince,
Cure to their wants, and knowledge of his will By his conductor, is instructed thus :
How to be worshipp'd in succeeding times.

“Observe yon dome. Thou first must enter there To him the name of Jupiter is giv'n.

Alone, there fervent in devotion bow He to the fatal Sisters hath access;

Before two statues; one of Genius good, Sees Clotho's awful distaff; sees the thread Of Fortune fair the other." At the word Of human life by Lachesis thence drawn;

Mardonius enters. Chance directs his eye Sees Atropos divide, with direful shears,

To that expressive form of Genius good, The slender line. But rueful is the mode

Whose gracious lineaments, sedately sweet, Of consultation, though from peril free,

Recall Masistius to the gloomy chief. Within his dreary cell. In thy behalf

O Melancholy! who can give thee praise? Thou mayst a faithful substitute appoint.”

Not sure the gentle; them thy weight o'erwhelms. “ By Horomazes, no !” exclaims the chief. But thou art wholesome to intemp'rate minds, " It is the cause of empire, from his post

In vain by wisdom caution'd. In the pool
Compels the Persian leader; none but he

Of black adversity let them be steep'd,
Shall with your god confer.” Transactions past Then pride, and lust, and fury thou dost tame.
To Hegesistratus he now details,

So now Mardonius, by thy pow'r enthrall’d,
His heart unfolding, nor conceals th' event Sighs in these words humility of grief.
In Asia's camp, when Aemnestus bold,

If Heav'n, relenting, will to me assign
The Spartan legate, prompted, as by Heav'n, A Genius good, he bears no other name
Him singled out the victim to atone

Than of Masistius. Oh! thou spirit bless'd, The death of Sparta's king. Their changing course (For sure thy virtue dwells with endless peace) Of navigation now suspends their words.

Canst thou, her seat relinquishing awhile, Against the influx of Cephissus, down

Unseen, or visible, protect thy friend
Lebadian vales in limpid flow convey'd,

In this momentous crisis of his fate;
The rowers now are lab'ring. O'er their heads Or wilt thou, if permitted ? Ah! no more
Hudge alders weave their canopies, and shed Think of Mardonius fierce, ambitious, proud,
Disparted moonlight through the lattic'd boughs; But as corrected by thy precepts mild ;
Where Zephyrplays,and whisp'ring motion breathes Who would forego his warmest hopes of fame,
Among the pliant leaves. Now roseate tincts Of pow'r, and splendour, gladly to expire,
Begin to streak the orient verge of Heav'n, If so the myriads trusted to his charge
Foretok’ning day. The son of Gobryas lands, He might preserve, nor leave whole nations falling
Where in soft murmur down a channell'd slope A prey to vultures on these hostile plains.
The stream Hercyna, from Trophonian groves, Come, and be witness to the tears which flow,
Fresh bubbling meets Cephissus. He ascends Sure tokens of sincerity in me,
With all his train. Th' enclosure, which begirds Not us'd to weep; who, humbled at thy loss,
The holy purlieus, through a portal hung

Melt like a maiden, of her love bereav'd
With double valves on obelisks of stone,

By unrelenting Death. My demon kind, Access afforded to the steps of none

Do thou descend, and Fortune will pursue But suppliants. Hegesistratus accosts

Spontaneous and auspicious on ber wheel One in pontific vesture station’d there :

A track unchang'd." Here turping, he adores “ Priest of Boeotia's oracle most fam'd,

Her flatt’ring figure, and forsakes the dome.
Dismiss all fear. Thy country's guardian hail, Along Hercyna's bank they now proceed,
This mighty prince, Mardonius. He preserves To where the river parts. One channel holds
Inviolate her fanes; her willing spears

A sluggish, creeping water, under vaults
All range beneath his standards. To confer Of ebon shade, and soporific yew,
With your Trophonius, lo! he comes with gifts, The growth of ages on the level line
Surpassing all your treasur'd wealth can boast. Of either joyless verge. The satrap here,
His hours are precious, nor admit delay;

Nam'd and presented by his former guide,
Accept his sumptuous off'rings, and commence A second priest receives, conductor new
The ceremonials due.” At first aghast

Through night-resembling shadows, which obscure The holy man survey'd the giant guard.

The sleepy stream, unmoving to the sight, Soon admiration follow'd at thy form,

Or moving mute. A fountain they approach, Mardonius. Low in stature, if compar'd

One of Hercyna's sources.

From the pores
With those unshapen savages, sublime

Of spongy rock an artificial vase
Thou trod'st in majesty of mien, and grace Of jetty marble in its round collects
Of just proportion. Last the gems and gold, The slow-distilling moisture. Hence the priest

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A brimming chalice to Mardouius bears,

Then to Mardonius : “ Thee, Bæotia's friend, Whom in these words he solemnly accosts : Magnificently pious to her gods,

“ This fount is nam'd òf Lethè. Who consults Thee I pronounce a votary approv'd Our subterranean deity, must quaff

By this Baotian deity. Now seek Oblivion here of all preceding thoughts,

In confidence the cavern. But the rites Sensations, and affections.”_"Reach the draught; Demand, that first an image thou approach, If such oblivious sweets this cup contains,

Which none, but those in purity of garb, I gladly grasp it,” cries the chief, and drinks. None, but accepted suppliants of the god,

Ascending thence, a mazy walk they tread, Can lawfully behold.” Above the bath
Where all the Season's florid children show

A rock was hollow'd to an ample space;
Their gorgeous raiment, and their odours breathe Thence issued bubbling waters. " See," he said,
Unspent; while musical in murmur flows

“ The main Hercynian fount, whose face reflects Fast down a deep declivity of bed

Yon Dædalëan workmanship, the form Hercyna, winding in a channel new,

Trophonius bears. Adore that rev'rend beard, Apparent often to the glancing eye

The twisted serpents round that awful staff, Through apertures, which pierce the loaden boughs Those looks, which pierce the mysteries of fate." Of golden fruit Hesperian, and th' attire

Next through a winding cavity and vast Of myrtles green, o'ershadowing the banks. He guides the prince along a mossy vault, In alabaster's variegated hues,

Rough with protuberant and tortuous roots To bonnd the pleasing avenue, a fane

ancient woods, which, clothing all above, Its symmetry discover'd on a plat,

In depth shoot downward equal to their height; Thick-set with roses, which a circling skreen Suspended lamps, with livid glimpse and faint, Of that fair ash, where cluster'd berries glow, Direct their darkling passage. Now they reach From ruffling gusts defended. Thither speeds The further mouth unclosing in a dale Mardonius, there deliver'd to a third

Abrupt; there shadow, never-feeting, rests. Religious minister supreme. Two youths, Rude-featur'd crags, o'erhanging, thence expel In snow-like vesture, and of lib'ral mien,

The blaze of noon. Beneath a frowning cliff Sons of Lebadian citizens, attend,

A native arch, of altitude which tempts Entitld Mercuries. The seer address'd

The soaring eagle to construct his nest, The Persian warrior: “ In this mansion pure Expands before an excavation deep, Mnemosyne is worshipp'd; so in Greece

Unbowelling the hill. On either side The pow'r of memory is styl’d. Advance,

This gate of nature, hoary sons of time, Invoke her aid propitious to retain

Enlarg'd by ages to protentous growth,
Whate'er by sounds, or visions, in his cave

Impenetrable yews augment the gloom.
The prophet god reveals.” The chief comply'd; In height two cubits, on the rocky floor
The hallow'd image he approach'd, and spake : A parapet was rais'd of marble white,
“ Thou art indeed a goddess, I revere.

In circular dimension ; this upholds
Now to Mardonius, if some dream or sign

The weight of polish'd obelisks, by zones Prognosticate success, and thou imprint

Of brass connected, ornamental fence.
The admonitions of unerring Heav'n

A wicket opens to th' advancing prince;
In his retentive mind; this arm, this sword Steps moveable th' attentive priest supplies;
Shall win thy further favour to record

By whom instructed, to the awful chasm
His name and glory on the rolls of time."

Below, profound but narrow, where the god This said, with lighter steps he quits the fane. His inspiration breathes, th' intrepid son The Mercuries conduct him to a bath,

Of Gobryas firm descends. His nether limbs
Fed from Hercyna's fairer, second source,

Up to the loins he plunges. Downward drawn,
In shade sequester'd close. While there his limbs As by a whirlpool of some rapid flood,
Are disarray'd of armour, to assume

At once the body is from sight conceal'd.
A civil garment, soon as spotless streams

Entranc'd he lies in subterranean gloom,
Have purify'd his frame; the priest, who stands Less dark than superstition. She, who caus'd
Without, in ecstasy of joy remarks

His bold adventure, with her wonted fumes
The rich Mardonian off'rings on their way, Of perturbation from his torpid state
By servitors transported to enlarge

Awakes him; rather in a dream suggests
The holy treasure. Instant he prepares

That he is waking. On a naked bank For sacrifice. A sable ram is slain.

He seems to stand; before him sleeps a pool, Fresh from ablution, lo! Mardonius comes Edg'd round by desert mountains, in their height In linen vesture, fine and white, as down

Obscuring Heav'n. Without impulsive oars, Of Paphian doves. A sash of tincture bright, Without a sail, spontaneous flies a bark Which rivalla Flora's brilliancy of dye,

Above the stagnant surface, which, untouch'd, Engirds his loins ; majestical his brows

Maintains its silence. On the margin rests
A wreath sustain; Lebadian sandals ease

The skiff, presenting to the hero's view
His steps. Exchanging thus his martial guise, An aged sire, of penetrating ken,
Like some immortal, of a gentler mould

His weight inclining on an ebon staff,
Than Mars, he moves. So Phoebus, when he sets, With serpents wreath’d, who, beck’ning, thus began:
Lay'd by the nymphs of Tethys in their grot

'If, seed of Gobryas, thou wouldst know thy fate, Of coral after his diurnal toil,

Embark with me; Trophonius I am call’d." Repairs his splendours, and his rosy track

Th' undaunted chief obeys. In flight more swift Of morn resumes. With partial eyes the priest Than eagles, swiftest of the feather'd kind, Explores the victim's entrails, and reports

Th' unmoving water's central spot they gain. Each sign auspicious with a willing tongue; At once its bosom opens; down they sink

In depth to equal that immane descent

Much more, when pow'r, when empire and renown, Of Hercules to Pluto, yet perform,

Hang on a crisis. If a serpent's guile As in a moment their portentous way.

Behind the pillows of such foes might lurk; Around, above, the liquid mass retires,

If darting thence, his unsuspected sting
In concave huge suspended, nor bedews

Might pierce their bosoms; if the ambient air
Their limbs, or garments. Two stupendous valves Could by mysterious alchymy be chang'd
Of adamant o'er half the bottom spread;

To viewless poison, and their cups infect
Them with his mystic rod the prophet smites. With death; such help wonld policy disdain?
Self-lifted, they a spacious grot expose,

Hast thou not hardy and devoted slaves ?
Whose pointed spar is tipt with dancing light, Try their fidelity and zeal. No life
Beyond Phæbean clear. The Persian looks; Can be secure against a daring hand.
Intelligent he looks. Words, names, and things, Two Grecian deaths confirm thee lord of Greece."
Recurring, gather on his anxious mind; [cave He ceas'd, expecting praise; but bonour burns
When he, who seems Trophonius : “ Down this Fierce in the satrap's elevated soul:
None, but the gods oracular, may pass.

“ Dar’st thou suggest such baseness to the son Here dwell the fatal Sisters; at their toil

Of Gobryas?” furious he exalts his voice;
The Destinies thon see'st. The thread new-drawn “Guards, seize and strangle this pernicious wolf.”
Is thine Mardonius.” Instantly a voice,

Time but to wonder at his sudden fate
Which shakes the grot, and all the concave round, The ready guards afford him, and the wretch
Sounds Aemnestus. Swift the direful shears Fit retribution for his crimes receives.
The line dissever, and Mardonius, whirl'd

This act of eastern equity expels
Back from Trophonian gloom, is found supine The satrap's gloom. “ Now, Grecian gods," hecries,
Within the marble parapet, which fenc'd

“ Smile on my justice. From th' assassin's point The cavern's mouth. The watchful priest conducts I guard your heroes. By yourselves I swear, The agitated satrap, mute and sad,

My preservation or success, assur'd
Back to Mnemosyne's abode. His eyes

By such unmanly turpitude, I spurn.”
Are sternly fix'd. “Now, prince," the seer began, His mind is cheer'd. A tender warmth succeeds,
“ Divulge whatever thou bast heard and seen Predominant in am'rous, eastern hearts,
Before this goddess."-"Priest,” he said, “suspend A balm to grief, and victor mild of rage.
Thy function now importunate. Remove."

The midnight hour was past, a season dear
The seer withdrawn, the Persian thus alone: To softly-tripping Venus. Through a range
" Then be it so. To luxury and pow't,

Of watchful eunuchs in apartments gay Magnificence and pleasure, I must bid

He seeks the female quarter of his tent,
Farewell. Leonidas let Greece extol,

Which, like a palace of extent superb,
Me too shall Persia. Goddess, to thy charge Spreads on the field magnificence. Soft lutes,
A name, so dearly purchas'd, I consign."

By snowy fingers touch'd, sweet-warbled song
This said, in haste his armour he resumes. From ruby lips, which harmonize the air
Not as Leonidas compos’d, yet brave

Impregnated with rich Panchæan scents,
Amid the gloom of trouble, he prefers

Salute him ent'ring. Gentle hands unclasp
Death to dishonour. O'er the holy ground His martial harness, in a tepid bath
He pensive treads, a parallel to Saul,

Lave and perfume his much-enduring limbs.
Return'd from Endor's necromantic cell

A couch is strewn with roses; he reclines In sadness, still magnanimously firm

In thinly-woven Taffeta.

So long Ne'er to survive his dignity, but face

In pond'rous armour cas'd, he scarcely feels Predicted ruin, and, in battle slain,

The light and loose attire. Around him smile
Preserve his fame. Mardonius finds the gates; Circassian Graces, and the blooining flow'rs
His friends rejoins; glides down Cephissian floods; Of beauty culld from ev'ry clime to charm.
Copææ's lake repasses; and is lodg'd

Lo! in transcending ornament of dress
In his own tent by midnight. Sullen there A fair-one, all-surpassing, greets the chief;
He sits; disturb’d, he shuns repose; access But pale her lip, and wild her brilliant eye:
Forbids to all: but Lamachus intrudes,

“Nam'd from Bethulia, where I drew my breath, Nefarious counsellor, in fell device

I, by a father's indigence betray'd, Surpassing fellest tyrants. Now hath Night Became thy slave; yet noble my descent Upcall'd her clouds, black signal for the winds From Judith ever-fam’d, whose beauty sav'd To burst their dungeons; cataracts of rain Her native place. Indignant I withstood Mix with blue fires; th' ethereal concave groans; Thy passion, Gentle still a master's right Stern looks Mardonius on the daring Greek, Thou didst forbear, and my reluctant charms Who, in his wiles confiding, thus began:

Leave unprofan'd by force. Repuls'd, thy love “ Supreme o'er nations numberless in arms, Grew cold. Too late contemplating thy worth, Sole hope of Asia, thy return I greet

I felt a growing fame, but ne'er again
With joy. Thy absence hath employ'd my soul Could win thy favour. In the haram's round
To meditate the means, the certain means

Disconsolate, neglected, I have walk'd;
For thee to prosper. LO! the active son

Have seen my gay companions to thy arms Of Neocles, who keeps the Etæan pass,

Preferr'd, professing passion far unlikė Lo! Aristides in the camp of Greece,

To mine, Mardonius. Now despair saggests
Remain thy only obstacles. Her pow'r,

To give thee proof of undissembled truth,
Of them depriv'd, would moulder and disperse, Which no neglect hath coold. To thy success,
Devoid of counsel, with an edgeless sword. Thy glory, my virginity is vow'd.
Uncommon danger stimulates the wise

In this bright raiment, with collected pow'rs
To search for safety through uncommon paths, Of beauty, I at Aristides' feet

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