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From their accustom'd orbits, to obey

Greek and barbarian, first he gave command, The Sun no longer. When his first command That ev'ry hand provide a blazing torch Pausanias issu'd for the march, nor thought To magnify his terrours, and with light Of disobedience to disturb his pride;

Facilitate pursuit; then gladsome thus One leader, Amompharetus, whose band

Address'd his friends of Thessaly and Thebes : Of Pitanè rever'd him, as the first

“ Now Larissæan Thorax, and the rest Among the brave, refusal stern oppos'd,

Of Aleuadian race; now Theban lords, Protesting firm, he never would retreat

Judge of the Spartans justly. Vaunted high Before barbarians. Aemnestus swift,

For unexampled prowess, them you saw Callicrates and others, long approv'd

First change their place, imposing on the sons Io arms, entreat the Spartan to submit,

Of Athens twice the formidable task Nor disconcert the salutary plan

To face my chosen Persians; next they gave Of gen’ral council. Sullen he replies:

To my defiance no reply, and last
“ Not of that council, I will ne'er disgrace Are fled before me. Can your auguss show
The Spartan name. But all the Greeks withdrawn A better omen than a foe dismay'd ?
Expect our junction at Saturnia's dome,

But, kind allies, to you my friendly care
Callicrates and Aemnestus plead.

Shall now be prov'd. These thunderbolts of war, Would'st thou expose thy countrymen to face As you esteem them, will Mardonius choose Unaided yonder multitude of Medes,

For his opponents. Level your attack Untry'd by us in combat?”—“ Yes," rejoins Entire against th' Athenians. None I dread; The pertinacious man, “ere yield to flight." Yet by the Sun less terrible to me

His troop applauded. Now contention harsh Is that Pausanius, head of Sparta's race, Resounded high, exhausting precious hours, Than Aristides. Him Masistius lov'd; The Spartan march retarding; when arriv'd If you o'erthrow, preserve him ; in the name Sicinus, witness to the wild debate.

Of your own gods I charge you. Mithra, shine At length Pausanias knit his haughty brow On me no longer, if in grateful warmth At Amompharetus, and spake: “ Weak man, Confessing ev'ry benefit receiv'd, Thou art insane. The chastisement thy due, I do not clasp that guardian of my friend ! Our time allows not. Instant march, or stay Now, Persians, mount your bold Nisæan steeds, Behind and perish.” In his two-fold grasp Alert your targets grasp, your lances poise; The restive Spartan lifting from the ground The word is Cyrus. Royal spirit! look A pond'rous stone, before the gen'ral's feet On me, deriv'd from thy illustrious blood, Plac'd it, and thus: “ Against dishonest flight Yet not in me illustrious, if this day From strangers vile, I rest my suffrage there, My hand or courage faint. Look down on these, Nor will forsake it." To Sicinus turn'd

Sons of thy matchless veterans. The fire, Pausanjas: “ Tell the Athenians what thou see'st. Which at thy breath o'erspread the vanquish'd East, I by Cithæron's side to Juno's fane

Light in their offspring; that the loud report Am hast'ning; charge their phalanx to proceed." Of their achievements on Asopian banks, Sicinus back to Aristides flies.

Far as the foods of Ganges may proclaim His ready phalanx from the lines he draws, The western world a vassal to thy throne.” Wing’d with his horse and bowmen; yet his course He said, and spurrd his courser. Through the ford Suspends at Sparta's camp. There sullen, fix'd He dashes, follow'd by th' impetuous speed Like some old oak's deep-rooted, knotted trunk, Of tall equestrian bands in armour scal'd Which hath endur'd the tempest-breathing months With gold, on trappings of embroider'd gloss Of thrice a hundred winters, ret remains

Superbly seated. Persians next and Medes Unsbaken, there amidst his silent troop

Advance, an infantry select, whose mail, Sat Amompharetus. To him the sage:

Bright-gilt or silver'd o'er, augments the light “ Unwise, though brave, transgressing all the laws Of sparkling brands, innumerably wav'd Of discipline, though Spartan born and train'd; By nations, plunging through the turbid flood Arise, o'ertake thy gen'ral and rejoin.

In tumult rude, emblazing, as they pass, Thy country's mercy by some rare exploit

The skies, the waters, and with direst howl Win to forgive thy capital default,

Distracting both. Like savage wolves they rush, Excess of courage.” Where Pausanias, arm'd As with ferocious fangs to rend the Greeks, With pow'r uulimited in war, where all

To gnaw their flesh, and satiate in their blood The Spartan captains in persuasion faild,

The greedy thirst of massacre. In chief Requir'd not less than Jove himself, or Jove Here Mindarus commands, by Midias join'd In Aristides to prevail. Uprose

"And Tiridates, powerless all to curb, The warrior, late inflexible; yet slow,

Much more to marshal such barbarian throngs, In strictest regularity of march,

Which, like a tumbling tide on level strands Led bis well-order'd files. Correcting thus When new the Moon impels it, soon o'erwhelm'd The erriug Spartan, Aristides swept

Th' Asopian mead; or like the mightier surge, Across the plain to fill the gen'ral host.

When ireful Neptune strikes the ocean's bed Not yet the twilight, harbinger of morn,

Profound. Upheav'd, the bottom lifts aud rolls Had overcome the stars. The Persian scouts, A ridge of liquid mountains o'er th' abodes Who rang'd abroad, observing that no sound Of some offending nation; while the Heav'ns Was heard, no watch-word through the Grecian With coruscation red his brother Jove lines,

Inflames, and rocks with thunder's roar the poles. Adventur'd nigh, and found an empty space. Th' auxiliar Greeks compact and silent march Swift they appris’d Mardonius, who had form'd In strength five myriads. In arrangement just His whole array. Encircled by his chiefs,

The foot by Leontiades, the wings

Of horse by Thorax and Emathia's king

Precipitate our junction with allies
Were led. Now, long before th' unwieldy mass At Juno's distant fane; the hour is past;
Of his disorder'd multitude advanc'd,

The Pitanëan mutineer the cause.
Mardonius, rushing through the vacant lines Seest thou yon Persian squadrons ? They precede
Of Lacedæmon, tow'rds Cithæron bent

The whole barbarian multitude. The storm His swift career. Paint rays began to streak Is gath'ring nigh; we sep’rate must abide The third clear morning of that fruitful month, The heavy weight of this unequal shock, The last in summer's train. Immortal day! Unless th’ Athenians, still in sight, impart Which all the Muses consecrate to fame.

A present aid.” A herald swift he sends O thou! exalted o'er the laurell'd train,

To Aristides, with this weighty charge: High as the sweet Calliope is thron’d

“ All Greece is now in danger, and the blood Above her sisters on the tuneful mount,

Of Hercules in me. Athenian help O father, hear! Great Homer, let one ray Is wanted here, their missile-weapon’d force.” From thy celestial light an humble son

Last he address’d Tisamenus; “ Provide Of thine illuminate; lest Freedom mourn

The sacrifice for battle-Warriors, form.” Her chosen race dishonour'd in these strains.

Slain is the victim; but th' inspecting seer Thou too, my eldest brother, who enjoy'st

Reveals no sign propitious. Now full nigh The Paradise thy genius hath portray'd,

The foremost Persian horse discharge around Propitious smile. Lend vigour to a Muse, Their javelins, darts, and arrows. Sparta’s chief Who in her love of freedom equals thine,

In calm respect of inauspicious Heav'n But to sustain her labours from thy store

Directs each soldier at his foot to rest Must borrow language, sentiment, and verse. The passive shield, submissive to endure

Cithæron's ridge, from where Asopus rose, Th' assault, and watch a signal from the gods. Stretch'd to Platæa, with a southern fence

A second time unfavourable prove Confining one broad level, which the floods The victim's entrails. Unremitted show'rs From their Hesperian head in eastward flow Of pointed arms distribute wounds and death. Meandring parted. O'er the mountain's foot Oh! discipline of Sparta! Patient stands His course Pausanias destin'd, where the soil The wounded soldier, sees a comrade fall, Abrupt and stony might the dread career

Yet waits permission from his chief to shield Of Persia's cavalry impede. His ranks,

His own, or brother's head. Among the rest Accompany'd by Tegea's faithful breed,

Callicrates is pierc'd ; a mortal stroke Had measur'd now ten furlongs of their march His throat receives. Him celebrate, O Muse! Half o'er the plain to reach the friendly ground;

Him in historic rolls deliver'd down Then halted near an Eleusinian dome

To admiration of remotest climes Of Ceres; thence they mov'd, but timely first Through latest ages. These expiring words Were juin'd by Amompharetus. At length Beyond Olympian chaplets him exalt, The chosen track was gain'd. Pausanias cast Beyond bis palms in battle: “ Not to die His eyes below first northward, and survey'd For Greece, but dying, ere my sword is drawn, Between the river and his empty camp

Without one action worthy of my name, A blaze involving all the plain. The yell

I grieve.” He said, and fainting on the breast Of mouths barbarian, of unnumber'd feet

Of Aemnestus, breath'd in spouting blood Th’ impetuous tread, which crush'd the groaning His last, departing thy attendant meet, turf,

Leonidas, in regions of the bless'd. The neigh of horses, and their echoing hoofs, A second victim bleeds; the gath'ring foes Th' insulting clash of shields and sabres, shook To multitude are grown; the show'rs of death The theatre of mountains ; hollow-voic'd,

Increase; then melted into flowing grief Their cavities rebellow'd, and enlarg'd

Pausapian pride. He, tow'rds the fane remote The hideous sound. His eyes the orient dawn

Of Juno lifting his afficted eyes, Attracted next. Satnrnia's roof he view'd, Thus suppliant spake: “O goddess ! let my hopes But distant still, around whose sacred walls Be not defeated, whether to obtain The first-departed Grecians stood in arms

A victory so glorious, or expire Beneath wide-floating banners, wish'd more nigh.

Without dishonour to Herculean blood.” There was the Genius of Platæa seen

Amidst the pray'r Tegëan Chileus, free By faney's ken, a hov'ring mourner seen,

From stern control of Lacedæmon's laws, O'er his renown'd, but desolated seat,

No longer waits inactive; but his band One mass of ruins mountainous. He mark'd Leads forth, and firmly checks th' insulting foe. Th’ Athenians traversing the meads below

The sacrifice is prosp'rous, and the word
In full battalia. Resolute, sedate,

For gen'ral onset by Pausanias giv'n.
Without one shield in disarray, they mov'd Then, as a lion, from his native range
To join the gen'ral host. Beyond the stream Confind a captive long, if once his chain
In prospect rose the battlements of Thebes; He breaks, with mane erect and eyes of fire
Whose sons perfidious, but in battle firm,

Asserts his freedom, rushing in his strength
With phalanges of other hostile Greeks

Resistless forth; so Sparta's phalanx turns
Spread on the bank, and menace to surmount A face tremendous on recoiling swarms
The shallow current for some dire attempt.

Of squadron'd Persians, who to Ceres' fane
To Aemnestus, marching by his side,

Are driv'n. But there Mardonius, like the god Pausanias turns; the army he commands

Of thunders ranging o'er th’ ethereal vault To halt, while, mast'ring all unmanly fear,

Thick clouds on clouds impregnated with stormps, His haughty phlegm serenely thus fulfils

His chosen troops embattles. Bows and darts A leader's function: “Spartan, we in vain

Rejecting, gallantly to combat close .

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They urge undaunted efforts, and to death Is number, drives her well-directed prow
Their ground maintain, in courage, or in might Through all their feeble clusters; while her chief
Not to the Greeks inferior, but in arms,

Elate contemplates from her lofty deck
In discipline, and conduct. Parties small, The hostile keels upturn'd, and floating dead,
Or single warriors, here with vigour wield

Where'er she steers victorious : so the steed
The battle-axe and sabre; others rush

Nisæan tramples on Laconian slain,
Among the spears, to wrench away, or break Triumphant 60 Mardonius from his seat
By strength of hands, the weapons of their foes. Looks down. But fate amidst his triumph shows

But fiercest was the contest, where sublime Briareus yielding to a forceful blow
The son of Gobryas from a snow-white steed Of stern Pausanias, and Pangæus pierc'd
Shot terrour. There selected warriors charg'd, By Amompharetus. Their giant bulks,
A thousand vet'rans, by their fathers train'd, Thrown prostrate, crash three long-protended rows
Who shar'd renown with Cyrus. On the right, Of Spartan spears. Wide-branching thus huge oaks,
Close to his gen'ral's side, Briareus grasp'd By age decay'd, or twisted from the roots
A studded mace, Pangæus on the left,

By rending whirlwinds, in their pondrous fall
Nam'd from a Thracian bill. The bristly front Lay desolate the under shrubs, and trees
Of Sparta's phalanx, with intrepid looks

Of young, unstable growth. More awful still,
Mardonius fac'd, and thunder'd out these words : Another object strikes the satrap's eye;

“Come, twice-defy'd Pausanias, if thou hear'st; With nodding plumes, and formidable stride, Thy Spartan prowess on Mardonius try.”

Lo! Aemnestus. Asia's gen'ral feels Pausanias heard; but shunn'd retorting words, Emotions now, which trouble, not degrade In saturnine disdain laconic thus

His gen'rous spirit. Not, as Priam's son His men addressing: “ Yours the soldiers' part, On sight of dire Achilles, thoughts of fight The gen'ral's mine; advance not, but receive Possess Mardonius, but to wait the foe, These loose barbarians on your steady points." And if to die, with honour die, if live

Not one of Persia's breed, though early train'd, Enjoy a life of fame. His giant guard
So strong a javelin as Mardonius lanc'd,

Around him close; one levels at the casque
Or in its aim so true. Three brothers grac'd Of Aemnestus; but the weighty mace
The foremost line of Sparta, natives all

Slides o'er the Spartan's slanting shield, and spends Of sweet Amyclæ, all in age and arms

Its rage in dust. The stooping giant leaves
Mature, their splendid lineage from the stock His flank unguarded, and admits a stroke,
Of Tyndarus deriving. Them on earth

Which penetrates the entrails. Down he sinks,
Three javelins, whirld successive, laid supine, Another tow'r of Asia's battle strewn
An effort of Mardonius. Three in rank

In hideous ruin. Soon a second bleeds,
Behind partake the same resistless doom,

A third, a fourth. The fifth in posture stands
Three bold companions in the hardy chase To crush the victor with a blow well-aim'd;
Of boars on green Taygetus. Supply'd

Him Menalippus at the brawny pit
With weapons new, the phalanx still to gore Of his uplifted arm transpiercing deep
He perseveres unweary'd, not unlike

Disables. Aemnestus struggles long Some irritated porcupine, of size

To grapple with his victim, and invokes
Portentous, darting his envenom'd quills

Leonidas aloud. The active son
Through each assailant. ln Laconia's front Of Gobryas plants throughout the Spartan shield
So many warriors and their weapons fall'n, A wood of javelins. His Nisæan horse,
Leave in her triple tire of pointed steel

Careering, vaulting, with his fangs and hoofs
A void for swift impression of her foes.

Protects his lord. The guards, who still surviv'd,
In rush Briareus and Pangæus huge,

With faithful zeal their whole united strength
Whose maces send fresh numbers to the shades. Exert unwearied for a lib'ral chief.
The op'ning widens. On his vaulting steed Some paces backward Aemnestus forc'd,
Mardonius follows, like ensanguin'd Mass

Impels his heel against a loos’ning stone,
By his auxiliars grim, dismay and rage,

Broad, craggy, scarce inferior to the weight Preceded. Rivalling the lightning's beams, Discharg'd by Hector on the massy bars The hero's sabre bright and rapid wheels

Of Agamemnon's camp. The Spartan quick Aloft in air. A comet thus infames

From his left arm removes the heavy shield, The cheek of Night; pale mortals view in dread With javelins thick transfix'd. From earth be lifts Th' unwonted lustre, transient though it be, The casual weapon, and with caution marks Among the lights of Heav'n. Pausanias rous'd, The fatal time and distance. O'er the heads Advancing, at Briareus points his lance.

Of thy surrounding guard the fragment hurl'd Meantime six Spartans of the younger class Descends, Mardonius, on thy manly chest, Assail Mardonius. One his bridle grasp'd; And Jays thee o'er thy courser's back supine The Persian sabre at the shoulder close

Without sensation. O, illustrious man,
Lopp'd off th' audacious arm. Another stoop'd Whose dazzling virtues through thy frailties beam'd!
To seize the chieftain's foot, and drag him down; Magnanimous, heroic, gen'rous, pure
Pois'd ou his stirrup, he in sunder smote

In friendship, warm in gratitude! This doom
The Spartan's waist. Another yet approach'd, At once dissolves all interval of pain
Who at a blow was cloven to the chin.

To mind, or body. Not a moment more
Two more the gen'rous horse, uprearing, dash'd Hast thou, ingenuous satrap, to repine,
Maim'd and disabled to the ground; the last Or grieve. Go, hero, thy Masistius greet,
His teeth disfigur'd, and his weight oppress'd. Where no ambition agitates the breast,
As some tall-masted ship, on ev'ry side

No gloomy veil of superstition blinds,
Assail'd by pinnaces and skiffs whose strength No friend can die, no battle can be lost!

This fall, to Greece decisive as to Heav'n With cordial purpose to sustain that strength Enceladus o'erthrown, when, thunder-pierc'd, Of Greece, Laconia's phalanx. Lo! in sight He under Ætna's torrid mass was chain'd,

New clouds of battle hov'ring. He discerns Discomfits Asia's hopes. In fresh array

Th' array of Leontiades, with wings Meantime the phalanx, by Pausanias form'd, Of Macedonic and Thessalian hurse; Proceeds entire. Facility of skill

Then calls Sicinus: “ Friend,” he said, “ observe; Directs their weapons; pace by pace they move Robust and bold, to perfidy inur’d, True to the cadence of accustom'd notes

Not less than arms, yon Thebans cross our march. From gentle futes, which trill the Doric lays I trust the justice of our cause will foil Of Alcman and Terpander. Slow they gain Them, thrice our number; but events like this The ground, which Persia quits, till Chileus bold Are not in man's disposal. If I fall, With his Tegæans gores the hostile flanks; Not rashly, good Sicinus, rest assur'd, Confusion then, and gen’ral rout prevail.

Themistocles survives. The gate of Greece The fugitives proclaim Mardonius slain ; He guards, Eubea and Thessalia holds, The whole barbarian multitude disperse

Those granaries of plenty. Eastern shores
In blind dismay; cool Mindarus in vain

With all his force, perhaps victorious now,
Attempts to check their tight; all seek the camp; Xanthippus will relinquish, and maintain
And now the Spartan futes, combin'd with shouts The sea auxiliar to thy prudent lord;
Of loud Tegæans, stimulate his speed

Thus all be well, though Aristides bleeds:
Across the ford. His trenches he regains, This to Themistocles report. But go,
And there to Midias, Tiridates brave,

Fly to Cleander; him and all the Greeks And chosen satraps, gath'ring at his call,

Rouse from the fane of Juno to the field; Tuas spake: “The Row'r of Asia in the dust Both Spartans and Athenians want their aid. Reclines his glories. Feel your loss like me, Thy tribe, undaunted Cimon, place behind Not overcome by sorrow, or surprise

Olympiodorus ; if his active bands At changes natural to man, the sport

Repel Thessalia's horse, avoid pursuit; Of his own passions, aud uncertain chance. Wheel on the flank of Thebes." Here Delphi's Vicissitudes of fortune I have prov'd,

priest : One day been foild, a conqueror the next.

“ Behold Emathia's standards front thy right; In arduous actions though experienc'd minds With Haliartus, and Oïleus' son, Have much to fear, not less of hope remains Let me be station'd there. I trust, the spouse To animate the brave. Amid this storm

Of Amarantha, at her father's sight, The throne of Cyrus, your exalted sires,

Will sheath a sword involuntary drawn, Your own nobility, recall; deserve

Nor ties of hospitality and blood The rank you hold; occasion now presents

Profane to serve barbarians.".

'_“I accept for such a trial. To uphold my king,

The gen'rous offer, sage and gallant seer," My country's name, and piously revenge

Spake Aristides. “ In that wing thy friend, My kindred blood new-spilt, my sword, my arm,

The learn'd and manly Æschylus, presides. My life, I destine. Multitude is left,

But, to thy god appealing, I enjoin Surpassing twenty myriads; ev'n despair

Thy rev'rend head to cover in retreat Befriends us; famine threat'ning, and the dread Its unpolluted hairs, should fire of youth, Of merciless resentment in our foes,

Or yet more strong necessity, impel May force these rally'd numbers to obtain Thy son to battle. Here th' enraptur'd priest : From their own swords relief. Behold your camp, “ The inspiration of my god I feel; Strong-fenc'd and bulwark'd by Masistian care, A glorious day to Athens I presage, A present refuge. See th' auxiliar Greeks

I see her laurels fresh. Apollo joins Entire, advancing on th' inferior bands

His sister Pallas to preserve a race, Of Athens. Stili may Xerxes o'er the west Which all the Muses love. His awful power Extend his empire, and regret no part

Will chain the monster parricide, and rouse Of this disaster, but Mardonius slain.

The Grecian worth in Alexander's heart."
Assume your posts, for stern defence provide." These animated accents fire the line.

Within the measure of an arrow's flight
Each army now rank'd opposite. A thought

Of piety and prudence from his place
BOOK XXX.

Mov'd Aristides. Single he advanc'd

Between the hosts; offensive arms he left O God of light and wisdom! thee the Muse Behind him; ev'n bis plumed helm resign'd Once more addresses. Thou didst late behold Gave to his placid looks their lib'ral flow. The Salaminjan brine with Asian blood

Before him hung his ample shield alone, Discolour'd. Climbing now the steep ascent Timothea's gift, whose sculptur'd face display'd To thy meridian, for a stage of war

Truth, Equity, and Wisdom hand in hand, More horrible and vast, thy beaming eye

As in his breast. Exalting high in tone Prepare. Thou over wide Platæa's field,

His gracious voice, he thus adjur'd his foes: Chang'd to a crimson lake, shall drive thy car, “ Ye men deriv'd from Cadmus, who ia Greece Nor see a pause to havoc, till the West

Establish'd letters, fruitful mother since lo his dark chambers shuts thy radiant face. Of arts and knowledge, to barbarian spoil

Now bad the herald, to Cecropia's chief This hour expos’d; ye sons of Lucris, heat, Sent by Pausanias, in his name requir'd

Thessalians, Phocians, Dorians, all compell'd Immediate aid. No doubt suspends the haste By savage force to arm against your friends, Of Aristides; who arrays his ranks

Of language, rites, and manners with your own

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Congenial:. Aristides, in the name

Against them, neither I, nor Hear'n requires Of all the Grecian deities, invokes

Less thy own honour; but repass the stream,
Your own sensations to disarm your hands

Amid this blind uproar unnotic'd seek
Of impious weapons, which retard the help Thermopylæ again ; and reach thy realm.
We bear to those now struggling in defence O'er all that clime Themistocles prevails,
Of Grecian freedom, sepulchres, and fanes.” My friend ; his present amity obtain,

He said ; was heard like Enoch, like the man Cecropia's future love, nor hazard more
Who walk'd with God, when eminently good Thy fame and welfare.”—“ Aristides knows
Among th' obscene, the violent, and false,

My truth," replies the monarch; “ now to thee
Of justice and religion, truth and peace,

Obedience prompt a second proof shall yield.
He spake exploded, and from menac'd death Ascend a steed; to Amarantha's arms
To God withdrew. The fell Boeotians rend

I will conduct thee first; th' auspicious flight
The sky with threat'ning clamour, and their spears Of both, a father shall assist and bless."
Shake in defiance; while the word to charge

They speed away, in ecstasy the sire
Perfidious Leontiades conveys.

To clasp his darling child in Dirce's grove. Retreating backward, Aristides clothes

This pass'd in Medon's eye, who watchful stood His face in terrour. So Messiah chang'd

With Haliartus, and a troop advanc'd,
His countenance serene, when full of wrath In care for Timon. When apparent now
Bent on Satanic enemies, who shook

The Macedonian squadrons quit the field
Heav'n's peaceful champaign with rebellious arms, Of strife, the heavy-cuirass of his wing
He grasp'd ten thousand thunders, and infix'd With serry'd shields by Æschylus is led,
Plagues in their souls; while darts of piercing fire In evolution wheeling on the Banks
Through their immortal substances, by sin Of that strong mass'd battalia, which composia
Susceptible of pain, his glaring wheels

The hostile centre. First in phalanx stood
Shot forth pernicious. Aristides leads

Unwilling Locrians. Medon lifts his voice,
His phalanx on.

Now Greeks to Greeks oppose And to each eye abash'd his awful shape,
Their steely structures of tremendous war. Like some reproving deity, presents;
With equal spears and shields their torrent fronts They hear, they see Oileus in his son,
They clash together; as the justling rocks, As ris'n a mourning witness of their shame
Symplegades Cyanean, at the mouth

From his sepulchral bed. The banners drop
Of Thracia's foaming Bosphorus, were feign'd, Before him; down their spears and bucklers fall;
Infrangible opponents, to sustain

They break, disperse, and fly with childrens' fear,
A mutual shock which tempested the frith, When by authority's firm look surpris'd
Dividing Europe from the Orient world.

In some attempt forbidden, or unmeet.
Meanwhile Phoebean Timon's glowing zeal, Baotian files are next. With sudden wheel
Replete with patriot and religious warmth, They form a front, and dauntless wait the assault.
Thus in the wing which Æschylus had formid, Still in the van robust and martial Thebes
Bespake the encircling chieftains : “ O'er the space Unbroken stems th' agility and skill
Between Asopas, and the main array

Of her opponent Athens. Long unspent
Of Thebes, I see the Macedonian horse

The tide of well-conducted battle flows
But half advanc'd: their tardy pace denotes Without decision strong. At length by fate
Reluctance. Lo! I meditate an act

Is Leontiades impelld to meet
To prove my zeal for universal Greece,

Cecropia's chief, where Thebes began to feel Her violated altars, and the tombs

His mighty pressure. Whether justice strong Robb’d of their precious dust. My slender band, His nerves with force beyond a guilty hand, So long companions in adventures high

Or of his manly limbs the vigour match'd With your choice Locrians, Haliartus, join His fortitude of mind; his falchion close To Medon’s banner. Æschylus, observe

Down to the neck that faithless Greek, of Greece My progress; if my piety succeeds,

The most malignant foe. The treacherous deed, Thou, as a soldier, take advantage full."

Which laid fair Thespia, with Platæan tow'rs So saying: o'er the plain in solemn pace In dust, he thus aton'd. A bolt from Heav'n His rev'rend form be moves, by snowy bands Thus rives an oak, whose top divided bang's Pontifical around his plumed helm

On either side obliquely from the trunk.
Distinguish'd. Thus from Salem's holy gate Murichides the Hellespontine bleeds,
Melchisedek, the priest of him Most High,

Too zealous friend of Asia, in whose cause
Went forth to meet, and benedictions pour This day he arm’d. By great Mardonius charg'd
On Terah's son in Shaven's royal vale.

Late messenger of friendship, he in peace
The Macedonian squadrons at the sight

On Salaminian shores had touch'd the hand, Fall back in rev'rence; their dismounting prince Which now amid the tumult pierc'd his heart, So wills. The father and the son embrace. Not willingly, if known. Then Lynceus fell,

“ Oh! Amarantha's husband !” joyful sighs From (Edipëan Polynices sprung, The parent. “Ol! my Amarantha's sire !» The last remains of that ill-fated house. In eqnal joy the husband. Timon then:

Mironides and Clinias near the side “A Greek in blood, to Delphi's priest ally'd, Of Aristides fought, his strong support. The god of Delphi's blessing now secure;

Yet undismay'd and firm three hundred chiefs, Abandon these barbarians to the fate,

Or sons of proudest families in Thebes, Which in the name of Phoebus I denounce

Dispute the victory till death. Meantime For his insulted temple, and the rape

Olympiodorus from the left had gall’d Of Amarantha from Minerva's shrine.

Thessalia's squadrons, like a fleety storm Yet to unsheath an unsuspected sword

Checking their speed. Athenian horse, though few,

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