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To Xerxes, reign'd in Thessaly. There glow LEONIDAS.
Inviolate the shrubs. There branch the trees,
Sons of the forest. Over downy moss
Smooth walks and fragrant, lucid here and broad,
To sylvan structures, bow'rs, and cooling dells, Tigranes and Phraortes repair to Xerxes, whom Enliven'd all and musical with birds
they find seated on a throne, surrounded by his of vocal sweetness, in relucent plumes satraps in a magnificent pavilion; while the Innumerably various. Lulling falls Magi stand before him, and sing a hymn, con- of liquid crystal from perennial founts taining the religion of Zoroastres. Xerxes, not
Attune their pebbled channels. Here the queen, withstanding the arguments of his brothers, Hy- The noble dames of Persia, here the train peranthes and Abrocomes, gives no credit to the of royal infants, each with eunuch guards, ambassadors, who report, that the Grecians are In rich pavilions, dazzling to the sight, determined to maintain the pass against him; Possess'd, remote from onset and surprise, but by the advice of Artemisia, the queen of a tranquil station. Ariana here, Caria, ascends his chariot to take a view of the Ill-destin'd princess from Darius sprung, Grecians himself, and commands Demaratus, an Hangs, undelighted, o'er melodious rills exiled king of Sparta, to attend him. He passes Her drooping forehead. Love-afflicted fair! through the midst of his army, consisting of All inharmonious are the feather'd choirs many nations, differing in arms, customs, and to her sad ear. From flow'rs, and florid plants,
He advances to the entrance of the To her the breezes, wafting fresh perfumes, straits, and, surprised at the behaviour of the Transmit no pleasure. Sedulous in vain, Spartans, demands the reason of it from Dema- Her tender slaves in harmony with lutes ratus ; which occasions a conversation between Of soothing sound their warbled voices blend them on the mercenary forces of Persia, and the To charm her sadness. This, the precious part militia of Greece. Demaratus, weeping at the Of Asia's camp, Artuchus holds in charge, sight of his countrymen, is comforted by Hype- A satrap, long experienc’d, who presides ranthes. Xerxes, still incredulous, commands O'er all the regal palaces, High rank'd, Tigranes and Phraortes to bring the Grecians Bold, resolute, and faithful, he commands bound before him the next day, and retires to his The whole Sperchean vale. In prospect rise pavilion. Artemisia remains behind with her The distant navy, dancing on the foam, son, and communicates to Hyperanthes her ap- Th’unbounded camp, enveloping the plain, prehensions of a defeat at Thermopylæ. She With Xerxes' tent, august in structure plac'd takes an accurate view of the pass, chooses a A central object to attract the eyes convenient place for an ambuscade, and on her of subject millions. Thither now resort departure to the Persian camp is surprised by a
Tigranes and Phraortes. Him they find reproof from a woman of an awful appearance on
Enclos'd by princes, by illustrious chiefs, a cliff of mount Eta.
The potentates of Asia. Near his side
Pandates, Intaphernes, mighty lords,
Their scepter'd master from his radiant seat Half round by mountains, half by Neptune lav'd. Looks down imperious. So the stately tow'r The arduous ridge is broken deep in clefts,
Of Belus, mingling its majestic brow Which open channels to pellucid streams
With Heav'n's bright azure, from on high survey'd In rapid flow sonorous. Chief in fame,
The huge extent of Babylon with all Spercheos, boasting once his poplars tall,
Her sumptuous domes and palaces beneath. Foams down a stony bed. Throughout the face This day his banners to unfurl in Greece Of this broad champaiga numberless are pitch'd The monarch's will decides; but first ordains, Barbarian tents. Along the winding flood That grateful hymns should celebrate the name To rich Thessalia's confines they extend.
Of Horomazes : so the Persians call'd They fill the vallies, late profusely bless'd
The world's great author. Rob’d in purest white, In Nature's vary'd beauties. Hostile spears The Magi rang'd before th' unfolded tent. Now bristle horrid through her languid shrubs, Fire blaz'd beside them. Tow'rds the sacred flame Pale die her flow'rets under barb'rous feet.
They turn'd, and sent their tuneful praise to Heav'n. Embracing ivy from its rock is torn.
From Zoroastres was the song deriv'd, The lawn, dismantled of its verdure, fades.
Who on the hills of Persia from his cave, The poplar groves, uprooted from the banks, By flow'rs environ'd, and melodious founts, Leave desolate the stream. Elab'rate domes, Which sooth'd the solemn mansion, had reveal'd, To Heav'n devoted in recesses green,
How Horomazes, radiant source of good, Had felt rude force, insensible and blind
Original, immortal, fram'd the globe To elegance and art, The statues, busts,
In fruitfulness and beauty: how with stars The figur'd vases, mutilated, lie
By him the Heav'n's were spangled: how the Sun, With chisell'd columns, their engraven fricze, Refulgent Mithra, purest spring of light, Their architrave and cornice, all disjoin'd.
And genial warmth, whence teeming Nature smiles, Yet unpolluted, is a part reserv'd
Burst from the east at his creating voice; In this deep vale, a patrimonial spot
When straight beyond the golden verge of day Of Aleuadian priaces, who, allies
Night show'd the horrours of her distant reigu,
Where black and hateful Arimanius frown'd, Reject thy proffer'd clemency. They choose The anthor foul of evil : how with shades
To magnify thy glory by their fall.” From his dire mansion he deform'd the works The monarch, turning to his brothers, spake. Of Horomazes, turn'd to noxious heat
“Say, Hyperanthus, can thy soul believe The solar beam that foodful Earth might parch, These tidings ? Sure these slaves have never dar'd That streams, exhaling, might forsake their beds, To face the Grecians, but delude our ears Whence pestilence and famine: how the pow'r With base impostures, which their fear suggests." Of Horoinazes in the human breast
He frown'd, and Hyperanthes calm reply'd. Benevolence and equity infus'd, [Heav'n: “ O from his servants may the king avert Truth, temperance, and wisdom sprung from His indignation! Greece was fam'd of old When Arimanius blacken'd all the soul
For martial spirit, aud a dauntless breed. With falsehood and injustice, with desires
I once have try'd their valour. To my words Insatiable, with violence and rage,
Abrocomes can witness. When thy sire Malignity and folly. If the band
And ours, Darius, to Athenian shores Of Horomazes on precarious life
With Artaphernes brave and Datis sent Sheds wealth and pleasure; swift th' infernal god Our tender youth; at Marathon we found; With wild excess, or av'rice blasts the joy.
How weak the hope, that numbers could dismay “ Thou Horomazes, victory dost give.
A foe, resolvid on victory or death.
When in storms Let me appear before thee. Though the Greeks The hate of direful Arimanius swell'd
With such persisting courage be endu'd, The Hellespont; thou o'er its chafing breast Soon as the king shall summon to the field, The destin'd master of the world didst lead, He shall behold me in the dangérous van This day his promis'd glories to enjoy:
Exalt my spear, and pierce the hostile ranks, When Greece affrighted to his arms shall bend; Or sink beneath them.” Xerxes swift rejoin'd. Ev'n as at last sball Arimanius fall
“Why over Asia, and the Libyan soil, Before thy might, and evil be no more.”
With all their nations doth my potent arm The Magi ceas'd their harmony. Behold, Extend its sceptre? Wherefore do I sweep From her tall ship between a double row
Across the Earth with millions in my train ? Of naval warriors, while a golden ray
Why shade the ocean with unnumber'd sails? Shoots from her standard, Artemisia lands. Why all this pow'r, unless th' almighty's will In her enrich'd accoutrements of war,
Decreed one master to the subject world;
Should bound my empire ? He for this reduc'd Her tow'ring form advances. So the pine,
The Nile's revolted sons, enlarg’d my sway From Taurus hewn mature in spiry pride,
With sandy Libya, and the sultry clime Now by the sailor in its canvass wings
Of Ethiopia. He for this subdu'd Voluminous, and dazzling pendants dress'd, The Hellespontic foam, and taught the sea On Artemisia's own imperial deck
Obedience to my nod. Then dream no more, Is seen to rise, and overtop the grove
That Heav'n, deserting my imperial cause, Of crowded masts surrounding. In her heart With courage, more than human, will inspire Deep scorn of courtly counsellors she bore, Yon despicable Grecians, and expunge Who fill with impious vanity their king;
The common fears of nature from their breasts." As when he lash'd the Hellespont with rods,
The monarch ceas'd. Abrocomes began. Amid the billows cast a golden chain
“ The king commands us to reveal our thoughts. To fetter Neptune. Yet her brow severe
Incredulous he hears. But time and truth Unbent its rigour often, as she glanc'd
Not Horomazes can arrest. Thy beams On her young son, who, pacing near in arms To instant light’ning, Mithra, mayst thou change Of Carian guise, proportion'd to his years, For my destruction; may th' offended king Look'd up, and wakend by repeated smiles Frown on his servant, cast a loathing eye; Maternal fondness, melting in that eye,
If the assertion of my lips be false: Which scowl'd on purpled flatterers. Her seat Our further march those Grecians will oppose." At the right hand of Xerxes she assumes,
Amid th' encircling peers Argestes sat, Invited; while in adoration bow'd
A potent prince. O'er Sipylus he reign'd, Tigranes and Phraortes. Prone they lay,
Whose verdant sumınits overlook'd the waves Across their foreheads spread their servile palms, Of Hermus and Pactolus. Either stream, As from a present deity, too bright
Enrich'd by golden sands, a tribute pay'd For mortal vision, to conceal their eyes.
To this great satrap. Through the servile conrt At length in abject phrase Tigránes thus.
Yet none was found more practis'd in the arts
The phrase, the look, the gesture of a slave;
By her none more despis'd. His master's eye
Last Artemisia, rising stern, began. Against thy foes his malice! Yonder Greeks, “ Why sits the lord of Asia in his tent, Already smit with frenzy by his wrath,
Unprofitably wasting precious hours
In vain discussion, whether yonder Greeks, That, soon as time a hundred years had told, Rang'd in defence of that important pass,
Not one among those millions should survive. Will fight, or ty? A question by the sword Whence to obscure thy pride arose that cloud ? To be decided. Still to narrow straits
Was it, that once humanity could touch By land, by sea thy council hath confin'd
A tyrant's breast? Or rather did thy soul Each enterprise of war. In numbers weak
Repine, O Xerxes, at the bitter thought, Twice have th' Athenians in Eubwa's frith
That all thy pow'r was mortal ? But the veil Repuls'd thy navy-But whate'er thy will, Of sadness soon forsook bis brightning eye, Be it enforc'd by vigour. Let the king
As with adoring awe those millions bow'd, The diff'rence see, by trial in the field,
And to his heart relentless pride recallid. Between smooth sound and valour. Then dissolve Elate the mingled prospect he surveys These impotent debates. Ascend thy car. Of glittring files unnumber'd, chariots scyth’d, The future stage of war thyself explore,
On thund'ring axles roll’d, and haughty steeds, Behind thee leave the vanity of hope,
In sumptuous trappings clad, barbaric pomp. That such a foe to splendour will submit,
While gorgeous banners to the Sun expand Whom steel, not gold, must vanquish. Thou provide Their streaming volumes of reluceat gold, Thy mail, Argestes. Not in silken robes,
Preeminent amidst tiaras gemm’d, Not as in council with an oily tongue,
Engraven helmets, shields emboss'd, and spears But spear to spear, and clanging shield to shield, In number equal to the bladed grass, Thou soon must grapple on a field of blood." Whose living green in vernal beauty clothes
The king arose_" No more. Prepare my car. Thessalia's vale. What pow'rs of sounding verse The Spartan exile, Demaratus, call.
Can to the mind present th' amazing scene?
The monarch willid; and suddenly he heard Poetic Fancy, to my aid I call ;
Which shall the various multitude display,
Their arms, their manners, and their native seats. The emerald, the ruby's glowing blush,
The Persians first in scaly corselets shone, The faming topaz with its golden beam,
A gen'rous nation, worthy to enjoy The pearl, th' empurpled amethyst, and all The liberty their injur'd fathers lost, The various gems, which India's mines afford Whose arms for Cyrus overturn'd the strength To deck the pomp of kings. In burnish'd gold Of Babylon and Sardis. Pow'r advanc'd A sculptur'd eagle from behind display'd
The victor's bead above his country's laws. His stately neck, and o'er the royal head (steeds, Their tongues were pracris’d in the words of truth, Outstretch'd his dazzling wings. Eight gen'rous Their limbs inur’d to ev'ry manly toil, Which on the fam'd Nisæan plain were nursd To brace the bow, to rule th' impetuous steed, In wintry Media, drew the radiant car.
To dart the javelin ; but, untaught to form Not those of old, to Hercules refus'd
The ranks of war, with unconnected force, By false Laomedon, nor they, which bore
With ineffectual fortitude they rush'd, The son of Thetis through the scatter'd rear As on a fence of adamant, to pierce Of Troy's devoted race, with these might vie Th' indissoluble phalanx. Lances short, In strength, or beauty. In obedient pride And osier-woven targets they oppos'd They hear their lord. Exulting, in the air To weighty Grecian spears, and massy shields. They toss their foreheads. On their glist'ning chests On ev'ry head tiaras rose like tow'rs, The silver manes disport. The king ascends. Impenetrable. With a golden gloss Beside his footstool Demaratus sits.
Blaz'd their gay sandals, and the floating reins The charioteer now shakes th' effulgent reins, Of each proud courser. Daggers on their thighs, Strong Patiramphes. At the signal bound Well-furnish'd quivers on their shoulders hung, Th’attentive steeds; the chariot flies: behind, And strongest bows of mighty size they bore. Ten thousand horse in thunder sweep the field. Resembling these in arms, the Medes are seen, Down to the sea-beat margin, on a plain
The Cissians and Hyrcanians. Media once Of vast expansion, in battalia wait
From her bleak mountains aw'd the subject east. The eastern bands. To these th' imperial wheels, Her kings in cold Ecbatana were thron'd. By princes follow'd in a hundred cars,
The Cissians march'd from Susa's regal walls, Proceed. The queen of Caria and her son From sultry fields, o’erspread with branching palms, With Hyperanthes rode. The king's approach And white with lilies, water'd by the floods Swift through the wide arrangement is proclaim'd. Of fam'd Choaspes. His transparent wave He now draws nigh. Th' innumerable host, The costly goblet wafts to Persia's kings. Roll back by nations, and admit their lord
All other streams the royal lip disdains. With all his satraps. As from crystal domes, Hyrcania's race forsook their fruitful clime, Built underneath an arch of pendent seas,
Dark in the shadows of expanding oaks, When that stern pow'r, whose trident rules the foods, To Ceres dear and Bacchus. There the corn, With each cerulean deity ascends,
Bent by its foodful burden, sheds, unreap'd, Thron'd in his pearly chariot, all the deep Its plenteous seed, impregnating the soil Divides its bosom to th' emerging god;
With future harvests; while in ev'ry wood So Xerxes rode between the Asian world,
Their precious labours on the loaden boughs On either side receding: when, as down
The honey'd swarms pursue. Assyria's sons Th'immeasurable ranks his sight was lost,
Display their brazen casques, unskilful work A momentary gloom o'ercast his mind,
Of rude barbarians. Each sustains a mace, While this reflection fill'd his eyes with tears; O'erlaid with iron. Near Euphrates' banks
Within the mighty Babylonian gates
From where through flow'rs, which paint his vaThey dwell, and where still mightier once in sway ry'd banks, Old Ninus rear'd its head, th' imperial seat Parthenius Aows. The Ligyan bands succeed; Of eldest tyrants. These Chaldæa joins,
The Matienians, Mariandenians next; The land of shepherds. From the pastures wide To them the Syrian multitudes, who range There Belus first discern'd the various course Among the cedars on the shaded ridge Of Heav'n's bright planets, and the clust'ring stars Of Libanus; who cultivate the glebe, With names distinguish'd ; whence himself was Wide-water'd by Orontes; who reside The first of gods. His sky-ascending fane (deem'd Near Daphne's grove, or pluck from loaded palm. In Babylon the proud Assyrians rais'd.
The foodful date, which clusters on the plains Drawn from the bounteous scil, by Ochus lavid, Of rich Damascus. All, who bear the name The Bactrians stood, and rough in skins of goats Of Cappadocians, swell the Syrian host, The Paricanian archers. Caspian ranks
With those, who gather from the fragrant shrub From barren mountains, from the joyless coast The aromatic balsam, and extract Around the stormy lake, whose name they bore, Its milky juice along the lovely side Their scimitars upheld, and cany bows.
Of Jordan, winding, till immers'd he sleeps The Indian tribes, a threefold host compose. Beneath a pitchy surface, which obscures Part guide the courser, part the rapid car; Th’Asphaltic pool. The Phrygians then advance, The rest on foot within the bending cane
To them their ancient colony are join'd, For slaughter fix the iron-pointed reed.
Armenia's sons. These see the gushing founts They o'er the Indus from the distant verge Of strong Euphrates cleave the yielding earth, Of Ganges passing, left a region, lov'd
Then, wide in lakes expanding, bide the plain; By lavish Nature. There the season bland Whence with collected waters, fierce and deep, Bestows a double harvest. Honey'd shrubs, His passage rending through diminish'd rocks, The cinnamon, the spikenard, bless their fields. To Babylon he foams. Not so the stream Array'd in native wealth, each warrior shines. Of soft Araxes to the Caspian glides; His ears bright-beaming pendants grace; his hands, He, stealing imperceptibly, sustains Encircled, wear a bracelet, starr'd with gems. The green profusion of Armenia's meads. Such were the nations, who to Xerxes sent
Now strange to view, in similar attire, Their mingled aids of infantry and horse.
But far unlike in maners to the Greeks, Now, Muse, recite, what multitudes obscurd Appear the Lydians. Wantonness and sport The plain on foot, or elevated high
Were all their care. Beside Caijster's briuk, On martial axles, or on camels beat
Or smooth Mæander, winding silent by, The loosen'd mould. The Parthians first appear, Beside Pactolean waves, among the vines Then weak in numbers, from unfruitful hills, Of Timolus rising, or the wealthy tide From woods, nor yet for warlike steeds renownd. Of golden-sanded Hermus, they allure Near them the Sogdians, Dadices arrange, The sight, enchanted by the grateful dance'; Gandarians and Chorasmians. Sacian thrungs Or with melodious sweetness charm the air, From cold Imaus pourd, from Oxus' wave, And melt to softest languishment the soul. From Cyra, built on laxartes' brink,
What to the field of danger could incite A bound of Persia's empire. Wild, untam'd, These tender sons of luxury? The lash To fury prone, their deserts they forsook.
Of their fell soy'reign drove their shiv'ring backs A box, a falchion, and a pond'rous axe
Through hail and tempest, which eurag’d the main The savage legions arm’d. A pointed casque And shook beneath their treinbling steps the pile, O'er each grim visage rear'd an iron cone. Conjoining Asia and the western world. lo arms like Persians the Saranges stood.
To them Moonia hot with sulph'rous mines High, as their knees, the sbapely buskins clung Unites her troops. No tree adorns their fields, Around their legs. Magnificent they trod
Unbless'd by verdure. Ashes hide the soil; In garments richly tinctur'd. Next are seen Black are the rocks, and ev'ry hill deform'd The Pactian, Mycian, and the Utian train, By conflagration. Helmets press their brows. In skins of goats rude-vested. But in spoils Two darts they brandish. On their woolly vests Of tawny lions, and of spotted pards
A sword is girt; and hairy hides compose The graceful range of Ethiopians shows
Their bucklers round and spall. The Mysians left An equal stature, and a beauteous frame.
Olympus wood-envelop'd, left the meads, Their torrid region had imbrown'd their cheeks, Wash'd by Caïcus, and the baneful tide And curl'd their jetty locks. In ancient song Of Lycus, nurse to serpents. Next advance Renown'd for justice, richies they disdain'd, Au ancient nation, who in early times As foes to virtue. From their seat remote,
By Trojan arms assail'd, their native land On Nilus verge above th’ Egyptian bound, Estcem’d less dear than freedom, and exchang' Forc'd by their king's malignity and pride, Their seat on Strymon, where in Thrace he pours These friends of hospitality and peace,
A freezing current, for the distant food Thetnselves uninjur'd, wage reluctant war Of fishy Sangar. These, Bithynians nam'd, Against a land, whose climate, and whose name Their habitation to the sacred feet To them were strange. With hardest stone they Of Dindymus extend. Yet there they groan The rapid arrow. Bows four cubits long, (point Beneath oppression, and their freedom mourn Form'd of elastic branches from the palm, On Sangar now, as once on Strymon lost. They carry; knotted clubs, and lances, arm'd The ruddy skins of foxes cloth'd their heads. With borns of goats. The Paphlagonians march'd, Their shields were fashion'd like the horned Moup. From wbere Carambis with projected brows A vest embrac'd their bodies; while abroad, O'erlooks the dusky Euxin, wrapt in mists, Ting'd with uunumber'd hues, a mantle flowd.
But other Thracians, who their former name On chariots scyth'd the Libyans sat, array'd
lo skins territic, brandishing their darts With horns of bulls in imitating brass,
Of wood, well-temper'd in the hard’ning Games. Cnry'd o'er the crested ridge. Phænician cloth Not Libya's deserts from tyrannic sway Their legs infolded. Wont to chase the wolf, Could hide her sons; much less could freedom dwell A hunter's spear they grasp'd. What nations still Amid the plenty of Arabia's fjelds : On either side of Xerxes, while he pass'd,
Where spicy Cassia, where the fragrant reed, Their huge array discov'ring, swell his soul Where myrrh, and hallow'd frankincense perfume With more than mortal pride? The clusterd bands 'The Zephyr's wing. A bow of largest size Of Moschians and Macronians now appear,
Th’ Arabian carries. Over his lucid vest The Mosynæcians, who, on berries fer,
Loose floats a mantle, on his shoulder clasp'd. In wooden tow'rs along the Pontic sands
Two chosen myriads on the lofty backs Repose their painted limbs; the mirthful race Of camels rode, who match'd the fleetest horse. Of Tibarenians next, whose careless minds
Such were the numbers, which, from Asia led, Delight in play and laughter. Then advance In base prostration bow'd before the wheels In garments, buckled on their spacious chests, Of Xerxes' chariot. Yet what legions more A people, destin'd in eternal verse,
The Malian sand o'ershadow ? Forward rolls Ev’n thine, sublime Mæonides, to live.
The regal car through nations, who in arms,
Upheld the spear and buckler. But, untaught Their dwelling. Once a formidable train
To bend the servile knee, erect they stood; They fac'd the strong Bellerophon in war.
Unless that, mourning o'er the shameful weight Now doom'd a more tremendous foe to meet, Of their new bondage, some their brows depressid, Themselves unnerv'd by thraldom, they must leave Their arms with grief distaining. Europe's sons Their putrid bodies to the dogs of Greece.
Were these, whom Xerxes by resistless force The Marians follow. Next is Aria's host,
Had gather'd round his standards. Murm'ring here, Drawn from a region horrid all in thorn,
The sons of Thrace and Macedonia rang'd; A dreary waste of sands, which mock the toil Here on his steed the brave Thessalian frown'd; Of patient culture; save one favour'd spot, There pin'd reluctant multitudes, of Greece Which from the wild emerges like an isle,
Redundant plants, in colonies dispers'd Attir'd in verdure, intersperid with vines
Between Byzantium, and the Malian bay. Of gen'rous nurture, yielding juice which scorns Through all the nations, who ador'd his pride, The injuries of time: yet Nature's hand
Or fear'd his pow'r, the monarch now was pass'd; Had sown their rocks with coral; had enrich'd Nor yet among those millions could be found Their desert hills with veins of sapphires blue,
One, who in beauteous feature might compare, Which on the turban shine. On ev'ry neck Or tow'ring size with Xerxes. O possess'd The coral blushes through the num'rous throng.
Of all but virtae, doom'd to show how mean, The Allarodians and Sasperian bands,
How weak without her is unbounded pow'r, Equipp'd like Colchians, wield a falchion small. The charm of beauty, and the blaze of state, Their heads are guarded by a helm of wood, How insecure of happiness, how vain! Their lances short, of hides undress'd their shields. Thou, who couldst mourn the common lot, by Heav'n The Colchians march'd from Phasis, from the strand, From none withheld, which oft to thousands proves Where once Medea, fair enchantress, stood, Their only refuge from a tyrant's rage; And, wond'ring, view'd the first advent'rous keel, Which in consuming sickness, age, or pain Which cut the Pontic foam. From Argo's side Becomes at last a soothing hope to all : The demigods descended. They repair'd
Thou, who couldst weep, that Nature's gentle hand To her fell sire's inhospitable hall.
Should lay her weary'd offspring in the tomb; His blooming graces Jason there disclos'd.
Yet couldst remorseless from their peaceful seats With ev'ry art of eloquence divine
Lead half the nations, victims to thy pride, He claiin'd the golden fleece. The virgin heard, To famine, plague, and massacre a prey ; She gaz'd in fatal ravishment, and lov'd.
What didst thou merit from the injur'd world? Tben to the hero she resigus her heart.
What suff' rings to compensate for the tears Her magic tames the brazen-footed bulls.
Of Asia's mothers, for unpeopled realms,
To Demaratus then directs his voice.
Recall, o Spartan. Gracious he receiv'd
Thy wand'ring steps, expell’d their native home. Compellid by Xerxes, now they menace Greece My favour too remember. To beguile With desolation. Next in Median garb
Thy benefactor, and disfigure truth, A crowd appear'd, who left the peopled isles
Would ill become thee. With consid'rate eyes In Persia's gulf, and round Arabia strewn.
Look back on these battalions. Now declare, Some in their native topaz were adorn’d,
If yonder Grecians will oppose their march.” Froin Ophiodes, from Topazos sprung;
To him the exile. “ Deem not; mighty lord, Some in the shells of tortoises, which brood I will deceive thy goodness by a tale Around Casitis' verge. For battle range
To give them glory, who degraded mine. Those, who reside, where, all beset with palms, Nor be the king offended, while I use Erythras lies entomb'd, a potent king,
The voice of truth. The Spartans never fly." Who nam'd of old the Erythræan maio.
Contemptuous smild the monarch, and resum'd.