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They now proceed. So mov'd the host of Heav'n Five hundred spears; nor less from Tegea's walls
On Phlegra's plains to meet the giant sons With Hegesander move. A thousand more,
Of Earth and Titan. From Olympus march'd Who in Orehomenus reside, and range
The deities embattled; while their king

Along Parrhasius, or Cyllene's brow;
Tow'r'd in the front with thunder in his grasp. Who near the foot of Erymanthus dwell,
Thus through the streets of Lacedæmon pass'd Or on Alphean banks, with various chiefs
Leonidas. Before his footsteps bow

Expect thy presence. Most is Clonius fam'd, The multitude, exulting. On he treads

Of stature huge, unshaken rock of war. Reverd. Unsated, their enraptur'd sight

Four hundred warriors brave Alcmæon draws Pursues his graceful stature, and their tongues From stately Corinth's tow'rs. Two hundred march Extol and hail him as their guardian god.

From Phlius. Them Eupalamus commands. Firm in his nervous hand he gripes the spear. An equal number of Mycenæ's race Low, as the ankles, from his shoulders hangs Aristobulus heads. Through fear alone The massy shield; and o'er his burnish'd helm Of thee, and threat’ning Greece, the Thebans arm. The purple plumage nods. Harmonious youths, A few in Thebes authority and rule Around whose brows entwining laurels play, Usurp. Corrupted with Barbarian gold, In lofty-sounding strains his praise record; They quench the gen'rous, eleutherian fiame While snowy-finger'd virgins all the way

In ev'ry heart. The eloquent they bribe. Bestrew with od'rous garlands. Now his breast By specious tales the multitude they cheat, Is all possess'd by glory, which dispellid

Establishing base measures on the plea Whate'er of grief remain'd, or vain regret

Of public safety. Others are immers'd For those he left behind. The rev'rend train In all the sloth of plenty, who, unmovid Of Lacedæmon's senate last appear

lu shameful ease, behold the state betray'd. To take their final, solemn leave, and grace Aw'd by thy name, four hundred took the field. Their hero's parting steps. Around him flow The wily Anaxander is their chief In civil pomp their venerable robes,

With Leontiades. To see their march Mix'd with the blaze of arms. The shining troop I staid, then hasten'd to survey the straits, Of warriors press behind him, Maron here

Which thou shalt render sacred to renown. With Menalippus warm in flow'ry prime,

“ For ever mingled with a crumbling soil, There Agis, there Megistias, and the chief, Which moulders round th' indented Malian coast, Dieneces. Laconia's dames ascend

The sea rolls slimy. On a solid rock,
The loftiest mansions ; thronging o'er the roofs, Which forms the inmost limit of a bay,
Applaud their sons, their husbands, as they march: Thermopylæ is stretch'd. Where broadest spread,
So parted Argo from th' Tölchian strand

It measures threescore paces, bounded here
To plough the roaming surge. Thessalia's nymphs, By the salt ooze, which underneath presents
Rang'd on the cliffs, o'ershading Neptune's face, A dreary surface; there the lofty cliffs
Still on the distant vessel fix'd their eyes

Of woody'd (Eta overlook the pass,
Admiring, still in pæaps bless'd the helm,

And far beyond o'er half the surge below By Greece entrusted with her chosen sons

Their horrid umbrage cast. Across the mouth For high adventures on the Colchian shore.

An ancient bulwark of the Phocians stands, Swift on his course Leonidas proceeds.

A wall with gates and tow'rs. The Locrian force Soon is Eurotas pass'd, and Lerna's bank,

Was marching forward. Them I pass'd to greet Where his victorious ancestor subdu'd

Demophilus of Thespia, who had pitch'd The many-headed Hydra, and the lake

Seven hundred spears before th' important fence. To endless fame consign'd. Th' unweary'd bands His brother's son attends the rev'rend chief, Next through the pipes of Mænalus he led, Young Dithyrambus. He for noble deeds, And down Parthenius urg'd the rapid toil.

Yet more for temperance of mind renown'd, Six days incessant was their march pursu'd, In early bloom with brightest honours shines When to their ear the hoarse-resounding waves Nor wantons in the blaze.” Here Agis spake. Beat on the isthmus. Here the tents are spread. “ Well hast thou painted that illustrious youth, Below the wide horizon then the Sun

He is my host at Thespia. Though adorn'd Had dipp'd his beamy locks. The queen of night With various wreaths, by Fame, by Fortune bless'd, Gleam'd from the centre of th' ethereal vault, His gentle virtues take from Envy's lips And o'er the raven plumes of darkness shed Their blasting venom; and her baneful eye Her placid light. Leonidas detains

Strives on his worth to smile." In silence all Dieneces and Agis. Open stands

Again remain, when Alpheus thus proceeds. The tall pavilion, and admits the Moon.

“ Platæa's chosen veterans I saw, As here they sit conversing, from the hill,

Small in their number, matchless in their fame, Which rose before them, one of noble port

Diomedon the leader. Keen his sword Is seen descending. Lightly down the slope At Marathon was felt, where Asia bled. He treads. He calls aloud. "They heard, they knew These guard Thermopylæ. Among the hills, The voice of Alpheus, whom the king address'd. Unknown to strangers, winds an upper strait,

“O thou, with swiftness by the gods endu'd Which by a thousand Phocians is secur'd. To match the ardour of thy daring soul,

“ Ere these brave Greeks I quitted, in the bay What froin the isthmus draws thee? Do the Greeks A stately chieftain of th' Athenian fleet Neglect to arm and face the public foe?"

Arriv'd. I joiu'd him. Copious in thy praise “Good news give wings," said Alpheus. “Greece He utter'd rapture, but austerely blam'd is arm'd.

Laconia's tardy counsels ; while the ships The neighb'ring isthmus bolds th’ Arcadian bands. Of Athens long had stemm'd Eubean tides, From Mantinea, Diophantus leads

Which flow not distant from our future poste

This was the far-fam'd Æschylus, by Mars,
By Phæbus loved. Parnassus him proclaims

The first of Attic poets, him the plains
Of Marathon a soldier, try'd in arms."

“ Well may Athenians murmur,” said the king.
“ Too long hath Sparta slumber'd on her shield.
By moru beyond the isthmus we will spread

THE ARGUMENT. A gen'rous banner. In Laconian strains

Leonidas on his approach to the isthmus is met by Of Aleman and Terpander lives the fame

the leaders of the troops, sent from other GreOf our forefatbers. Let our deeds attract

cian states, and by the deputies who composed The brighter Muse of Athens in the song

the isthmian council. He harangues them; Of Æschylus divine. Now frame thy choice. then proceeds in conjunction with these forces Share in our fate; or, hast'ning home, report, towards Thermopylae. On the first day he is How much already thy discerning mind,

joined by Dithyrambus ; on the third he reaches Thy active limbs have merited from me,

a valley in Locris, where he is entertained by How serv'd thy country.” From th' impatient lips Oileus, the public host, of the Lacedæmonian Of Alpheus swift these fervid accents troke.

state ; and the next morning is accompanied “ I have not measur'd such a tract of land, by him in a car to the temple of Pan: he finds Have not, untir'd, beheld the setting Sun,

Medon there, the son of Oileus, and commander Nor through the shade of midnight urg'd my steps of two thousand Locrians, already posted at To animate the Grecians, that myself

Thermopylæ, and by him is informed, that the Might be exempt from warlike toil, or death.

army of Xerxes is in sight of the pass.
Return? Ah! no. A second time my speed
Shall visit thee, Thermopylæ. My limbs
Shall at thy side, Leonidas, obtain
An honourable grave. And oh! amid

Aurora spreads her purple beams around,
His country's perils if a Spartan breast

When move the Spartans. Their approach is known. May feel a private sorrow, fierce revenge

The isthmian council, and the diff'rent chiefs, I seek not only for th' insulted state,

Who lead th' auxiliar bands, advance to meet But for a brother's wrongs. A younger hope Leonidas; Eupalamus the strong, Than I, and Maron, bless'd our father's years, Alemæon, Clonius, Diophantus brave Child of his age, and Polydorus nam’d.

With Hegesander. At their head is seen His mind, while tender in his op'ning prime, Aristobulus, whom Mycenæ's ranks Was bent to strenuous virtue. Gen'rous scorn Obey, Mycenæ once august in pow'r, Of pain or danger, taught his early strength In splendid wealth, and vaunting still the name To struggle patient with severest toils.

Of Agamemnon. To Laconia's king
Oft, when inclement winter chillid the air,

The chieftain spake. “ Leonidas, survey
When frozen show'rs had swoln Eurotus' stream, Mycenæ's race. Should ev'ry other Greek
Amid th' impetuous channel would he plunge Be aw'd by Xerxes, and his eastern host,
To breast the torrent. On a fatal day,

Believe not, we can fear, derivd from those,
As in the sea his active limbs he bath’d,

Who once conducted o'er the foaming surge A savage corsair of the Persian king

The strength of Greece; who desert left the fields My brother naked and defenceless bore,

Of ravag'd Asia, and her proudest walls Er'n in my sight, to Asia; there to waste

From their foundations levell'd to the ground.” With all the promise of its growing worth

Leonidas replies not, but his voice His youth in bondage. Todions were the tale, Directs to all. “ Illustrious warriors, hail! Should I recount my pains, my father's woes, Who thus undaunted signalize your faith, The days he wept, the sleepless nights he beat Your gen'rous ardour in the common cause. His aged bosom. And shall Alpheus' spear But you, whose counsels prop the Grecian state, Be absent from Thermopylæ, nor claim,

O venerable synod, who consign O Polydorus, vengeance for thy wrongs

To our protecting sword the gate of Greece, In that first slaughter of the barb'rous foe?" Thrice hail! Whate'er by valour we obtain,

Here interpos'd Dieneces. Their hands Your wisdom must preserve. With piercing eyes He grasp'd, and cordial transport thus express'd. Contemplate ev'ry city, and discern

“O that Lycurgus from the shades might rise Their various tempers. Some with partial care To praise the virtue, which his laws inspire !” To guard their own, neglect the public weal.

Thus till the dead of night these heroes pass'd Unmov'd and cold are others. Terrour here, The hours in friendly converse, and enjoy'd, Corruption there presides. O fire the brave Each other's virtue. Happiest of men !

To gen'ral efforts in the gen'ral cause. At length with gentle heaviness the pow'r

Confirm the wav'ring. Animate the cold, Of sleep invades their eyelids, and constrains The timid. Watch the faithless. Some betray Their magnanimity and zeal to rest :

Themselves and Greece. Their perfidy prevent, When, sliding down the bemisphere, the Moon Or call them back to honour. Let us all Iminers'd in midnight shade her silver head. Be link'd in sacred union, and this land

May face the world's whole multitude in arms.
If for the spoil, by Paris borne to Troy,
A thousand keels the Hellespont o'erspread ;
Shall not again confederated Greece
Be rous'd to battle, and to freedom give
What once she gave to faine? Behold, we haste

To stop th' invading tyrant. Till we fall, By zeal enforc'd, till ev'ning shadows fall,
He shall not pour his myriads on your plains. The march continues, then by day-spring sweeps
But as the gods conceal, how long our strength The earliest dews. The van, by Agis led,
May stand unvanquish'd, or how soon 'may yield; Displays the grisly face of battle rough
Waste not a moment, till consenting Greece With spears, obliquely trail'd in dreadful length
Range all her free-born numbers in the field.”. Along th' indented way. Beside him march'd
Leonidas concluded. Awful stepp'd

His gallant Thespian host. The centre boasts Before the sage assembly one supreme

Leonidas the leader, who retains
And old in office, who address'd the king.

The good Megistias near him. In the rear
“ Thy bright example ev'ry heart unites. Dieneces commanded, who in charge
From thee her happiest omens Greece derives Kept Menalippus, offspring of his friend,
Of concord, safety, liberty, and fame.

For these instructions.“ Let thine eye, young man, Go then, O first of mortals, go, impress

Dwel} on the order of our varying march; Amaze and terrour on the barb'rous host;

As champaign, valley, mountain, or defile The free-born Greeks instructing life to deem Require a change. The eastern tyrant thus Less dear than honour, and their country's cause." Conducts not his barbarians, like the sands This heard, Leonidas, thy secret soul,

In number. Yet the discipline of Greece Exulting, tasted of the sweet reward

They will encounter feeble, as the sands, Due to thy name through endless time. Once more Dash'd on a rock, and scatter'd in their fall." His eyes he turn'd, and viewid in rapt'rous thought To him th' inquiring youth. “The martial tread, His native land, which he alone can save;

The flute's slow warble, both in just accord,
Then summon'd all his majesty, and o'er

Entrance my senses; but let wonder ask,
The isthmus trod. The phalanx moves behind Why is that tender vehicle of sound
In deep arrangement. So th' imperial ship Preferr'd in war by Sparta? Other Greeks
With stately bulk along the heaving tide

To more sonorous music rush in fight.”
In military pomp conducts the pow'r

“Son of my friend,” Dieneces rejoins, Of some proud navy, bounding from the port “Well dost thou note. I praise thee. Sparta's law To bear the vengeance of a mighty state

With human passions, source of human woes, Against a tyrant's walls. Till sultry noon Maintains perpetual strife. She sternly curbs They march; :vhen halting, as they take repast, Our infant hearts, till passion yields its seat Across the plain before them they descry

To principle and order. Music too, A troop of Thespians. One above the rest

By Spartans lov'd, is temper'd by the law; In eminence precedes. His glittring shield, Still to her plan subservient melts in notes, Whose gold-emblazon'd orb collects the beams, Which cool and soothe, not irritate and warm. Cast by meridian Phoebus from his throne, Thus by habitual abstinence, apply'd Flames like another Sun. A snowy plume, To ev'ry sense, suppressing Nature's fire, With wanton curls disporting in the breeze, By modes of duty, not by ardour sway'd, Floats o'er his dazzling casque. On nearer view, O'er each impetuous enemy abroad, Beneath the radiant honours of his crest

At home o'er vice and pleasure we prevail.” A countenance of youth in rosy prime,

“O might I merit a Laconian name!" And manly sweetness, won the fix'd regard

The Arcanian answer'd. “ But explain, Of each beholder. With a modest grace

What is the land we traverse? What the hill, He came respectful tow'rd the king, and show'd, Whose parted sumınit in a spacious void That all ideas of his own desert

Admits a bed of clouds? And gracious tell, Were sunk in veneration. So the god

Whose are those suits of armour, which I see Of light salutes his empyreal sire ;

Borne by two Helots ?" At the questions pleas'd, When from his altar in th' embow'ring grove

Dieneces continues. “ Those belong Of palmy Delos, or the hallow'd bound

To Alpheus and his brother. Light of foot Of Tenedos, or Claros, where he hears

They, disencumber'd, all at large precede In hymns his praises from the sons of men, , This pond'rous band. They guide a troop of slaves, He reascends the high Olympian seats:

Our missile-weapon'd Helots, to observe, Such reverential homage on his brow,

Provide, forewarn, and obstacles remove.
O'ershading, softens his effulgent bloom

This tract is Phocis. That divided hill
With loveliness and grace. The king receives Is fam'd Parnassus. Thence the voice divine
Th' illustrious Thespian thus. “My willing tongue was sent by Phæbus, summoning to death
Would style thee Dithyrambus. Thou dost bear The king of Sparta. From his fruitful blood
All in thy aspect to become that name,

A crop will spring of victory to Greece."
Renown'd for worth and valour. O reveal

“And these three hundred high in birth and rank, Thy birth, thy charge. Whoe'er thou art, my soul All citizens of Sparta'' cries the youth. Desires to know thee, and would call thee friend." They all must bleed,” Dieneces subjoins,

To him the youth. “O bulwark of our weal, “ All with their leader. So the law decrees." My name is Dithyrambus; which the lips

To him with earnest looks the gen'rous youth. Of some benevolent, some gen'rous friend

“ Wilt thou not place me in that glorious hour To thee have sounded in a partial strain,

Close to thy buckler? Gratitude will brace
And thou hast heard with favour. In thy sight Thy pupil's arm to manifest the force
I stand, deputed by the Thespian chief,

Of thy instruction,"_" Menalippus, no,"
The Theban, Locrian, by the fam'd in war, Return'd the chief. “ Not thou of Spartan breed,
Diomedon, to hasten thy approach.

Nor call'd to perish. Thou unwedded too Three days will bring the hostile pow'rs in view." Wouldst leave no race behind thee. Live to praise,

He said. The ready standards are apreard. Live to enjoy our salutary fall.

Reply is needless. See, the Sun descends. To guide its travel o'er the landscape wide
The army halts. I trust thee with a charge, Of cultivated billocks, dales, and lawns,
Son of Megistias. In my name command Where mansions, hamlets interpos'd; where domes
Th' attendant Helots to erect our camp.

Rose to their gods through consecrated shades.
We pitch our tents in Locris." Quick the youth He then exclaims. “O say, can Jove devote
His charge accomplish'd. Prom a gen'rous meal, These fields to ravage, those abodes to flames ?”
Where, at the call of Alphens, Locris shower'd The Spartan answers. “Ravage, sword, and fire
Her Amalthean plenty on her friends,

Must be endur'd, as incidental ills. The fated warriors soon in slumber lose

Suffice it, these invaders, soon or late, The memory of toil. His watchful round

Will leave this soil more fertile by their blood Dieneces with Menalippus takes.

With spoils abundant to rebuild the fanes.
The Moon rode high and clear. Her light benign | Precarious benefits are these, thou seest,
To their pleas'd eyes a rural dwelling show'd, So fram’d by Heav'n; but virtue is a good,
All unadorn'd, but seemly. Either side

No foe can spoil, and lasting to the grave.'
Was fenc'd by trees high-shadowing. The front Beside the public way an oval fount
Look'd on a crystal pool, by feather'd tribes Of marble sparkled with a silver spray
At ev'ry dawn frequented. From the springs Of falling rills, collected from above.
A small redundance fed a shallow brook,

The army halted, and their hollow casques O'er smoothest pebbles rippling just to wake, Dipp'd in the limpid stream. Behind it rose Not startle Silence, and the ear of Night

An edifice, compos'd of native roots, Entice to listen undisturb’d. Around,

And oaken trunks of knotted girth uniwrought. The grass was cover'd by reposing sheep,

Within were beds of moss. Old, batter'd arms Whose drowsy guard no longer bar'd the Moon. Hung from the roof. The curious chiefs approach.

The warriors stopp'd, contemplating the seat These words, engraven on a tablet rude, Of rural quiet. Suddenly a swain

Megistias reads; the rest in silence hear.
Steps forth. His fingers touch the breathing reed. “ Yon marble fountain, by Oileus plac'd,
Uprise the fleecy train. Each faithful dog

To thirsty lips in living water flows;
Is rous'd. All heedful of the wonted sound For weary steps he fram'd this cool retrea ;
Their known conductor follow. Slow behind A grateful off'ring here to rural peace,
Th' observing warriors inove. Ere long they reach His dinted shield, his helmet he resign'd.
A broad and verdant circle, thick enclos'd

O passenger, if born to noble deeds
With birches straight and tall, whose glossy rind Thou wouldst obtain perpetual grace from Jove,
Is clad in silver from Diana's car.

Devote thy vigour to heroic toils, The ground was holy, and the central spot And thy decline to hospitable cares. An altar bore to Pan. Beyond the orb

Rest here; then seck Oileus in his vale." Of skreening trees th' external circuit swarm'd “ O Jove," burst forth Leonidas, “thy grace With sheep and beeves, each neighb’ring hamlet's Is large and various. Length of days and bliss wealth

To him thon giv'st, to me a shorten'd term, Collected. Thither soon the swain arriv'd, Nor yet less happy. Grateful we confess Whom, hy the name of Melibæus hail'd,

Thy diff'rent bounties, measur’d full to both. A peasant throng surrounded. As their chief, Come let us seek Oilens in his vale." He nigh the altar to his rural friends

The word is giv'n. The heavy phalanx moves. Address'd these words. “O sent from diff'rent lords | The light-pac'd Helots long, ere inorning dawn'd, With contribution to the public wants,

Had recommenc'd their progress. They o’ertook Time presses. God of peasants, bless our course! Blithe Melibæus in a spacious vale, Speed to the slow-pac'd ox, for once impart ! The fruitfullest in Locris, ere the Sun That o'er these vallies, cool'd by dewy night, Shot forth his noontide beams. On either side We to our summons true, ere noontide blaze, A surface scarce perceptibly ascends. May join Oileus, and his praise obtain."

Luxuriant vegetation crowds the soil He ceas'd. To rustic madrigals and pipes, With trees close-rang'd and mingling. Rich the loads Combin'd with bleating notes, and tinkling bells, Of native fruitage to the sight reveal With clamour shrill from busy tongues of dogs, Their vig'rous nurture. There the flushing peach, Or hollow-sounding from the deep-mouth'd ox, The apple, citron, almond, pear, and date, Along the valley herd and flock are driv'n

Pomegranates, purple mulberry, and fig, Successive, halting oft to harmless spoil

From interlacing branches mix their hues Of flow'rs and herbage, springing in their sight. And scents, the passenger's delight; but leave While Melibaus marshall'd with address

In the mid-vale a pasture long and large, The inoffensive host, unseen in shades

Exuberant in vivid verdure cropp'd Dieneces applauded, and the youth

By herds, by flocks innum'rous. Neighb'ring knolls Of Menalippus caution'd. “ Let no word

Are speckled o'er with cots, whose humble roofs Impede the careful peasant. On his charge To herdsmen, shepherds, and laborious hinds Depends our welfare. Diligent and staid

Once yielded rest unbroken, till the name He suits his godlike master. Thou wilt see Of Xerxes shook their quiet. Yet this day That righteous hero soon. Now sleep demands Was festive. Swains and damsels, youth and age, Our debt to nature. On a carpet dry

From toil, from home enlarg'd, disporting, fillid Of moss beneath a wholesome beech they lay, Th’enliven'd meadow. Under ev'ry shade Arma'd as they were. Their slumber short retires A hoary minstrel sat; the maidens danc'd; With night's last shadow. At their warning rous'd, Plocks bleated; oxen low'd; the horses neigh'd; The troops proceed. Th' admiring eye of youth With joy the vale resounded; terrour fled; In Menalippus caught the morning rays

Leonidas was uigh. The welcome news


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By Melibeus, hast'ning to his lord,

“ Thrice bail! Oileus, Sparta's poble host. Was loudly told. The Helots too appear'd. Thou art of old acquainted with her sons, While with his brother Alpheus thus discours'd. Their laws, their manners. Musical, as brave, “ In this fair valley old Oileus dwells,

Train'd to delight in smooth Terpander's lay,
The first of Locrians, of Laconia's state

In Alcman's Dorian measure, we enjoy
The public host. Yon large pavilions mark. In thy melodious vale th' unlabour'd strains
They promise welcome. Thither let us bend, Of rural pipes, to nightingales attun'd.
There tell our charge.” This said, they both ad- Our heart-felt gladness deems the golden age

Subsisting, where thou governst. Still these tones
A hoary band receives them. One, who seem'd Of joy continu'd may thy dwellings hear!
In rank, in age superior, wav'd his hand

Still may this plenty, unmolested, crown
To Melibaeus, standing near, and spake.

The favour'd district ! May thy rev'rend dust
“ By this my faithful messenger I learn, Have peaceful shelter in thy father's tomb !
That you are friends. Nor yet th' invader's foot Kind Heav'n, that merit to my sword impart!"
Hath pass'd our confines. Else, o'ercast by time, By joy uplifted, forth Oileus broke.
My sight would scarce distinguish friend, or foe, “ Thou dost recall me then! O sent to guard
A Grecian, or Barbarian.” Alpheus then.

These fruits from spoil, these hoary locks from “ We come from Lacedæmon, of our king Permit thy weary'd soldiers to partake (shame, Leonidas forerunners.”_" Is he nigh?”

Of Locrian plenty. Enter thou my tents, The cordial senior tenderly exclaims.

Thon and thy captains. I salute them all.” I am Oileus. Him a beardless boy

The hero full of dignity and years, I knew in Lacedæmon. Twenty years

Once bold in action, placed now in ease, Are since elaps'd. He scarce remembers me. Ev'n by his look, benignly cast around, But I will feast him, as becomes my zeal,

Gives lassitude relief. With native grace, Him and his army. You, my friends, repose.” With heart-effus'd complacency, the king

They sit. He still discourses. Spartan guests, Accepts the lib'ral welcome; while his troops, In me an aged soldier you behold.

To relaxation and repast dismiss'd, From Ajax, fam'd in Agamemnon's war,

Pitch on the wounded green their bristling spears. Oilean Ajax, flows my vital stream,

Still is the evening. Under chesnut shades Unmix'd with his presumption. I have borne With interweaviug poplars spacious stands The highest functions in the Locrian state,

A well-fram'd tent. There calm the heroes sit, Not with dishonour. Self-dismiss'd, my age The genial board enjoy, and feast the mind Hath in this valley on my own demesne

On sage discourse; which thus Oïleus clos'd.
Liv'd tranquil, not recluse. My comrades these, Behold, Night lifts her signal to invoke
Old magistrates and warriors like myself,

That friendly god, who owns the drowsy wand.
Releas'd froin public care, with me retir'd To Mercury this last libation flows.
To rural quiet. Through our last remains Farewell till morn.” They separate, they sleep
Of time in sweet garrulity we slide,

All, but Oileus, who forsakes the tent.
Recounting pass'd achievements of our prime; On Melibous in these words he calls. (swain.
Nor wanting lib’ral means for lib'ral deeds,

Approach my faithful friend.” To him the Here bless'd, here blessing, we reside. These flocks, " Thy bondman hears thy call.” The chief replies These herds and pastures, these our num'rous hinds, Loud for the gath'ring peasantry to heed. And poverty, hence exil'd, may divulge

“ Come, Melibæus, it is surely time, Our generous abundance. We can spread That my repeated gift, the name of friend, A banquet for an army. By the state

Thou shouldst accept.

The name of bondman Once more entreated, we accept a charge,

wounds To age well-suited. By our watchful care

My ear. Be free. No longer, best of men, The goddess Plenty in your tents shall dwell." Reject that boon, nor let my feeble head,

He scarce had finish'd, when the ensigns broad To thee a debtor, as to gracious Heav'n,
Of Lacedæmon's phalanx down the vale

Descend and sleep unthankful in the grave.
Were seen to wave, unfolding at the sound Though yielding nature daily feels decay ;
Of futes, soft-warbling in th' expressive mood Thou dost prevent all care. The gods estrange
Of Dorian sweetness, unadorn'd. Around,

Pain from my pillow, have secur'd my breast
In notes of welcome ev'ry shepherd tun'd

From weeds too oft in aged soils profuse, Hlis sprightly reed. The damsels show'd their hair, From self-tormenting petulance and pride, Diversify'd with flowrets. Garlands gay,

From jealousy and envy at the fame Rush-woven baskets, glowing with the dies

Of younger men. Leonidas will dim Of amaranths, of jasmin, roses, pinks,

My former lustre, as that silver orb And violets they carry, tripping light

Outshines the meanest star; and I rejoice. Before the steps of grimly-featur’d Mars

O Melibæus, these elect of Jove 'To blend the smiles of Flora with his frown. To certain death advance. Immortal pow'rs! Leonidas they chant in sylvan lays,

How social, how endearing is their speech! Him the defender of their meads and groves, How flow in lib'ral cheerfulness their hearts ! Ilim more than Pan a guardian to their flocks. To such a period verging men like these While Philomela, in her poplar shade

Age well may envy, and that envy take Awaken'd, strains her emulating throat,

The genuine shape of virtue. Let their span
And joins with liquid trills the swelling sounds. Of earthly being, while it lasts, contain
Behold, Oileus and his ancient train

Each earthly joy. Till bless'd Elysium spread
Accost Laconia's king, whose looks and words Her ever-blooming, inexhausted storts
Confess remembrance of the Locrian chief,

To their glad sight, be mine the grateful task

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