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With gore is tarnish'd. Pale around are seen The night with double darkness, only piercJ
All faint, all ghastly from repeated wounds By Heav'n's blue fire, while thunder shakes the pole,
Her bleeding soldiers. Brandishing her sword, The orient Sun, diffusing genial warmth,
To them she points, to Xerxes thus she speaks. Refines the troubled air; the blast is mute;

“ Behold these mangled Carians, who have spent Death-pointed Aames disperse; and placid Jove Their vita! current in the king's defence,

Looks down in smiles: so prudence from the lips Evin in his sight; while Medes and Cissians filed, Of Demaratus, by his tone, his mien, By these protected, whom Argestes saw

His aspect strength’ning smooth persuasion's flow, Pursu'd by slaughter to thy very camp,

Compos'd her spirit. She with him departs. Yet left unhelp'd to perish. Ruling sire,

The king assigns a thousand horse to guard
Let Horomazes be thy name, or Jove,

Th' illustrious exile and heroic dame.
To thee appealing, of the king I claim
A day for justice. Monarch, to my arm
Give him a prey. Let Artemisia's truth
Chastise his treason.” With an eye submiss,

A mein obsequious, and a soothing tone
To cheat the king, to moderate her ire

Argestes utters these fallacious words.

“ May Horomazes leave the fiend at large To blast my earthly happiness, confine Amid the horrours of his own abode

THE ARGUMENT. My ghost hereafter, if the sacred charge

The Grecian commanders after the pursuit retire Of Xerxes' person was not my restraint,

for refreshment to a cave in the side of mount My sole restraint! To him our all is due,

Eta. Demopbilus returns to the camp; DiomeOur all how trifling with his safety weigh'd !

don remains in the cave: while Dithyranıbus, His preservation I prefer to fame,

discovering a passage through it, ascends to the And bright occasion for immortal deeds

temple of the Muses. After a long discourse Forego in duty. Else my helpful sword,

with Melissa, the daughter of Oileus, she enFair heroine of Asia, hadst thou seen

trusts him with a soleinn message to Leonidas. Among the foremost blazing. Lo ! the king

Dithyrambus deputes this charge to Megistias, A royal present will on tbee bestow,

the augur. Leonidas, recalling the forces first Perfumes and precious unguents on the dead,

engaged, sends down a fresh body. Diomedon A golden wreath to each survivor brave."

and Dithyrambus are permitted on their own reAw'd by her spirit, by the flatt'rers spell

quest to continue in the field with the Platæans. Deluded, languid through dismay and shame

By the advice of Diomedon the Grecians adAt his defeat, the monarch for a time

vance to the broadest part of Thermopylæ, where Sat mute, at length unlock'd his falt’ring lips.

they form a line of twenty in depth, consisting of “ Thou hear'st, great princess. Rest content. the Plat:eans, Mantineans, Tegæans, Thebane, I ratify. Yet further, I proclaim [His words

Corinthians, Phliasians, and Mycenæans. The Thee of my train first counsellor and chief.”

Spartans compose a second line in a narrower “ O eagle-ey'd discernment in the king!

part. Behind them are placed the light armed O wisdom equal to his boundless power !"

troops under Alpheus, and further back a pbaThe purpled sycophant exclaims.

“ Thou seest lanx of Locrians under Medon, the son of Oileus, Her matchless talents. Wanting her, thy feet,

Dieneces commands the whole.
The floating bulwark of our hopes, laments,
Foil'd in her absence, in her conduct safe.
Thy penetrating sight directs the field;
There let her worth be hazarded no more."

Now Dithyrambus and Plațæa's chief, Thy words are wise," the blinded prince Their former post attaining, had rejoin'd rejoins.

Demophilus. Recumbent on his shield * Return, brave Carian, to thy naval charge." Phraortes, gasping there, attracts their sight. Thus to remove her from the royal ear

To him in pity Thespia's gallant youth Malicious guile prevails. Redoubled rage Approaching, thus his gen'rous soul express'd. Swells in ber bosom. Demaratus sees,

“ Liv'st thou, brave Persian? By propitious Jove, And calms the storm by rend'ring up his charge From whom the pleasing stream of inercy flows To her maternal hand. Her son belov'd

Through mortal bosoms, less my soul rejoic'd, Dispels the furies. Then the Spartan thus. When fortune bless'd with victory my arın, “ O Artemisia, of the king's command

Than now to raise thee from this field of death." Be thou observant. To thy slaughter'd friends His languid eyes the dying prince unclos'd, Immediate care, far other than revenge,

Then with expiring voice. “ Vain man, forbear Is due.' The ravens gather. From his nest To proffer me, what soon thyself must crave. Among those clifts the eagle's rapid fight

The day is quite extinguish'd in these orbs. Denotes his scent of carnage. Thou, a Greek, One moment fate allows me to disdain Well know'st the duty sacred to the dead.

Thy mercy, Grecian. Now | yield to death." Depart; thy guide is piety. Collect,

This effort made, the haughty spirit fled. For honourable sepulchres prepare

So shoots a meteor's transitory gleain Those bodies, mark'd with honourable wounds. Through nitrous folds of black nocturnal clouds, I will assist thee. Xerxes will entrust

Then dissipates for ever. O'er the corse To my command a chosen guard of horse." His rev'rend face Demophilus inclin'd,

As oft, when storms in suinmer have o'ercast Pois d on bis lance, and thus address'd the slain.

“ Alas! how glorious were that bleeding breast, Th’empurpled rock. Outstretch'd on targets broad, Had Justice brac'd the buckler on thy arm,

Sustain'd by hands late hostile, now hamane, And to preserve a people bade thee die.

He follows Clonius to the fun'ral pyre. Who now shall mourn thee? Thy ungrateful king A cave not distant froin the Phocian wall Will soon forget thy worth. Thy native laud Through Eta's cloven side had Nature form'd May raise an empty monument, but feel

In spacious windings. This in moss she clad; No public sorrow. Thy recorded name

O'er half the entrance downward from the roots Shall wake among thy countrymen no sighs She hung the shaggy trunks of branching firs, Por their lost hero. What to them avail'd

To Heav'n's hot ray impervious. Near the mouth Thy might, thy dauntless spirit ? Not to guard Relucent laurels spread before the Sun Their wives, their offspring from th' oppressor's A broad and vivid foliage. High above, But to extend oppression didst thou fall, [hand; The bill was darken'd by a solemn shade, Perhaps with inboru virtues in thy soul,

Diffus'd from ancient cedars. To this cave Which, but thy froward destiny forbade,

Diomedon, Demophilus resort, By freedom cherish'd, might have bless'd mankind. And Thespia's youth. A deep recess appears, All-bounteous Nature, thy impartial laws

Cool as the azure grot where Thetis sleeps To no selected race of men confine

Beneath the vaulted ocean. Whisper'd sounds The sense of glory, fortitude, and all

Of waters, trilling from the riven stone The nobler passions, which exalt the mind,

To feed a fountain on the rocky floor, And render life illustrious. These thou plant'st In purest streams o'erflowing to the sea, In ev'ry soil. But freedono, like the Sun,

Allure the warriors, hot with toil and thirst, Must warm the gen'rous seeds. By her alone To this retreat serene. Against the sides They bloom, they flourish; while oppression blast Their disencumber'd hands repose their shields ; The tender virtues : hence a spurious growth, The helms they loosen from their glowing cheeks; False honour, savage valour taint the soul, Propp'd on their spears they rest: when Agisbrings And wild ambition: hence rapacious pow'r From Lacedæmon's leader these commands. Th. ravag'/ Earth unpeoples, and the brave, “ Leonidas recalls you from your toils, A feast for dogs, th’ensanguin'd field bestrew.” Ye meritorious Grecians. You have reap'd He said. Around the venerable man

The first bright harvest on the field of fame. The warriors throng'd attentive. Conquest hush'd Our eyes in wonder from the Phocian wall Its joyful transports. O'er the horrid field, On your unequall'd deeds incessant gaz’d.” Rude scene so late of tumult, all was calm.

To whom Platæa's chief. “ Go, Agis, say
So, when the song of Thracian Orpheus drew To Lacedæmon's ruler, that, untir'd,
To Hebrus' margiu from their dreary seats

Diomedon can yet exalt his spear,
The savage breed, which Hæmus, wrapp'd in clouds, Nor feels the armour heavy on his limbs.
Pangæus cold, and Rhodopean snows

Then shall I quit the contest? Ere he sinks,
In blood and discord nurs'd, the soothing strain Shall not this early Sun again behold
Flow'd with enchantment through the ravish'd ear, The slaves of Xerxes tremble at my lance,
'Their fierceness melted, and, amaz'd, they learn'd Should they adventure on a fresh assault?”
The sacred laws of justice, which the bard

To hin the Thespian youth. “ My friend, my Mix'd with the music of his heav'nly string.

Meantime th’ Arcadians with inverted arms To noble actions, since thy gen'rous heart
And banners, sad and solemn on their shields Intent on fame disdains to rest, O grant,
The giant limbs of Clonius bore along

I too thy glorious labours may partake,
To spread a gen'ral woe. The noble corse, May learn once more to imitate thy deeds.
Dire spectacle of carnage, passing by

Thou, gentlest Agis, Sparta's king entreat
To those last honours, which the dead partake, Not to command us from the field of war."
Struck Dithyrambus. Swift his melted eye

“ Yes, persevering heroes,” he reply'd, Review'd Phraortes on the rock supine;

“ I will return, will Sparta's king entreat Then on the sage Demophilus he look'd

Not to command you from the field of war.” Intent, and spake. “My heart retains thy words. Then interpos'd Demophilus. “ O friend, This hour may witness, how rapacious pow'r

Who leadst to conquest brave Platæa's sons; The Earth unpeoples. Clonius is no more. Thou too, lov'd offspring of the dearest man, Bat he, by Greece lamented, will acquire

Who dost restore a brother to my eyes;
A signal tomb. This gallant Persian, crush'd My soul your magnanimity applauds:
Beneath my fortune, bath'd in blood still warm, But, О reflect, that unabating toil
May lie forgotten by his thankless king;

Subdues the mightiest. Valour will repine,
Yet not by me neglected shall remain

When the weak hand obeys the heart no more. A naked corse.” The good old man replies. Yet I, declining through the weight of years,

« My gen'rous child, deserving that success Will not assign a measure to your strength. Thy arm hath gain'd! When vital breath is fled, If still you find your vigour nndecay'd, Our friends, our foes are equal dust. Both claim Stay and augment your glory. So, when time The fun’ral passage to that future seat

Casts from your whiten'd heads the helm aside; Of being, where no enmity revives.

When in the temples your enfeebled arms There Greek and Persian will together quaff Have hung their consecrated shields, the land Ir amarantbine bow'rs the cup of bliss

Which gave you life, in her defence employ'd, Immortal. Him, thy valour slew on Earth, Shall then by honours, doubled on your age, In that bless'd region thou mayst find a friend.” Requite the gen'rous labours of your prime.”

This said, the ready Thespians he commands So spake the senior, and forsook the cave. To lift-Phraortes from his bed of death,

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Th' o'erflowing waters in his concave helm, Pervading, rives the surface to enlarge
Addressing thus the genius of the stream.

The long-imprison'd flame. Ascending soon, “ Whoe'er thou art, divinity unstain'd

He sees, he stands abash'd, then rev'rent kneels. Of this fair fountain, till unsparing Mars

An aged temple with insculptur'd forms Heap'd carnage round thee, bounteous are thy Of Jove's harmonious daughters, and a train streams

Of nine bright virgins, round their priestess rang'd,
To me, who ill repay thee. I again

Who stood in awful majesty, receive
Thy silver-gleaming current must pollute, (slime." His unexpected feet. The song is bush'd.
Which, mix'd with gore, shall tinge the Malian | The measur'd movement on the lyric chord

He said, and lifted in his brimming casque In faint vibration dies. The priestess sage,
The bright, refreshing moisture. Thus repairs Whose elevated port and aspect rose
The spotted panther to Hydaspes' side,

To more than mortal dignity, her lyre
Or eastern Indus, feasted on the blood

Consigning graceful to attendant hands,
Of some torn deer, which nigh bis cruel grasp Looks with reproof. The loose, uncover'd hair
Had roam'd, unheeding, in the secret shade; Shades his inclining forehead; while a fush
Rapacious o'er the humid brink he stoops,

Of modest crimson dyes his youthful cheek.
And in the pure and Auid crystal cools

Her pensive visage softens to a smile
His reeking jaws. Meantime the Thespian's eye On worth so blooming, which she thus accosts.
Roves round the vaulted space; when sudden “ I should reprove thee, inadvertent youth,
Of music, utter'd by melodious harps, (sounds Who through the sole access by Nature left
And melting voices, distant, but in tones

To this pure mansion, with intruding steps
By distance soften'd, while the Echoes sigh'd Dost interrupt our lays. But rise. Thy sword
In lulling replication, fill the vault

Perhaps embellish'd that triumphant scene,
With harmony. In admiration mute,

Which wak'd these harps to celebrating notes. With nerves unbrac'd by rapture, he, entranc'd, What is the impress on thy warlike shield?" Stands like an eagle, when his parting plumes “ A golden eagle on my shield I bear," The balm of sleep relaxes, and his wings

Still bending low, he answers.

She pursues. Fall from bis languid side. Platxa's chief,

“ Art thou possessor of that glorious orb, Observing, rous'd the warrior.

“ Son of Mars,

By me distinguish'd in the late defeat
Shall music's softness from thy bosom steal Of Asia, driv'n before thee? Speak thy name.
The sense of glory? From his neighb'ring camp Who is thy sire? Where lies thy native sear?
Perhaps the Persian sends fresh nations down. Com'st thou for glory to this fatal spot,
Soon in bright stcel Thermopylæ will blaze. Or from barbarian violence to guard
Awake. Accustom'd to the clang of arms,

A parent's age, a sponse, and tender babes,
Intent on vengeance for invaded Grecce,

Who call thee father?Humbly he again. My ear, my spirit in this hour admit

“ I am of Thespia, Dithyrambus nam'd, No new sensation, por a change of thought." The son of Harmatides. Snatch'd by fate,

The Thespian, starting from oblivious sloth He to his brother, and my second sire, Of ravishment and wonder, quick reply'd.

Demophilus, consign'd me. Thespia's sons “ These sounds were more than human. Hark! By him are led. His dictates I obey, Again !

Him to resemble strive. No infant voice O honour'd friend, no adverse banner streams Calls me a father. To the nuptial vow In sight. No shout proclaims the Persian freed I am a stranger, and among the Greeks From his late terrour. Deeper let us plunge The least entitled to thy partial praise." In this mysterious dwelling of the nymphs,

“ Noue more entitled,” interpos'd the dame. Whose voices charm its gloom.” In smiles rejoin'd“ Deserving hero! thy demeanour speaks, Diomedon. “ I see thy soul enthrall’d.

It justifies the fame, so widely sprend,
Me thou wouldst rank among th' unletter'd rout Of Harmatides' heir. O grace and pride
Of yon barbarians, should I press thy stay. Of that fair city, which the Muses love,
Time favours too. Till Agis be return’d,

Thee an accepted visitant I hail
We cannot act. Indulge thy eager search. In this their ancient temple. Thou shalt view
Here will I wait, a centinel unmov'd,

Their sacred haunts.” Descending from the dome,
To watch thy coming.” In exploring haste She thus pursues. “First know, my youthful hours
Th'impatient 'Thespian penetrates the cave. Were exercis'd in knowledge. Homer's Muse
He finds it bounded by a steep ascent

To daily meditation won my soul,
Of rugged steps; where down the hollow rock With my young spirit mix'd undying sparks
A modulation clear, distinct, and slow

Of her own rapture. By a father sage
In movement solemn from a lyric string,

Conducted, cities, manners, men I saw, Dissolves the stagnant air to sweet accord

Their institutes and customs. I return'd. With these sonorous lays. “ Celestial maids ! The voice of Locris call'd me to sustain While, from our cliffs contemplating the war, The holy function here. Now throw thy sight We celebrate our heroes, O impart

Across that meadow, whose enliven'd blades Orphëan magic to the pious strain !

Wave in the breeze, and glisten in the Sun That from the mountain we may call the groves, Behind the hoary fane. My bleating train Swift motion through these 'marble fragments Are nourish'd there, a spot of plenty, spard To overleap the high £tæan ridge, [breathe From this surrounding wilderness. Remark And crush the fell invaders of our peace.

That fluid mirror, edg’d by shrubs and flow'rs,
The animated hero upward springs

Shrubs of my culture, flow'rs by Iris dress'd.
Light, as a kindled vapour, which, confin'd Nor pass that smiling concave in the hill,
In subterranean cavities, at length

Whose pointed crags are soften'd to the sight


By figs and grapes.” She pauses; while around Still by the wise Dieneces abide.
His eye, delighted, roves, in more delight

His prudent valour knows th' unerring paths
Soon to the spot returning, where she stood Of glory. He admits thee to his side.
A deity in semblance, o'er the place

He will direct thy ardour. Go”—They part. Presiding awful, as Minerva wise,

Megistias, turning, is accosted thus August like Juno, like Diana pure,

By Dithyrambus.

“ Venerable seer, But not more pure than fair. The beauteous lake, So may that son, whose merit I esteem, The pines wide-branching, falls of water clear, Whose precious head in peril I would die The maltifarious glow on Flora's lap

To guard, return in triumph to thy breast, Lose all attraction, as her gracious lips

As thou deliver'st to Laconia's king Resume their tale.“ In solitude remote

A high and solemn message. While anew Here I have dwelt contemplative, serene.

The line is forming, from th' embattled field Oft through the rocks responsive to iny lyre, I must not stray, uncall'd. A sacred charge Oft to th' Amphictyons in assembly full,

Through hallow'd lips will best approach the When at this shrine their annual vows they pay,

king." In measur'd declamation I repeat

The Acarnanian in suspense remains The praise of Greece, her liberty and laws. And silence, Dithyrambus quick relates From me the hinds, who tend their wand'ring goats Melissa's words, describes the holy grot, In these rude purlieus, modulate their pipes Then quits th' instructed augur, and attends To smoother cadence. Justice from my tongue Diomedon's loud call. That fervid chief Dissentions calm, which ev'n in deserts rend Was reassuming his distinguish'd arms, Th' unquiet heart of man. Now furious war Which, as a splendid recompense, he bore My careful thoughts engages, which delight From grateful Athens, for achievements bold; To help the free, th' oppressor to confound. When he with brave Miltiades redeem'd Thy feet auspicious fortune hither brings.

Her domes from Asian flames. The sculptur'd helm in thee a noble messenger I find.

Enclos'd his manly temples. From on high Go, in these words Leonidas address.

A four-fold plumage nodded ; while beneath Melissa, priestess of the tuneful Nine,

A golden dragon with effulgent scales, By their behests invites thy honour'd feet

Itself the crest, shot terrour. On his arm To her divine abode. Thee, first of Greeks,

He brac'd his buckler. Bord'ring on the rim, To conference of high import she culis.

Gorgonian serpents twin'd. Within, the form Th' obedient Thespian down the holy cave Of Pallas, martial goddess, was emboss'd. Returns. His swiftness suddenly prevents

Low, as her feet, the graceful tunic flow'd. His friend's impatience, who salutes him thus. Betwixt two griffins on ber helmet sat * Let thy adventure be hereafter told.

A sphynx with wings expanded; while the face Look yonder. Presh battalions from the camp Of dire Medusa on her breast-plate frown'd. File through the Phocian barrier to construct One hand supports a javelin, which confounds Another phalanx, moving tow'r of war,

The pride of kings. The other leads along Which scorns the strength of Asia. Let us arm; A blooming virgin, Victory, whose brow That, ready station'd in the glorious vạn,

A wreath encircles. Laurels she presents; We may secure permission from the king

But from her shoulders all her plumes were shorn, There to continue, and renew the fight."

In favour'd Athens ever now to rest. That instant brings Megistias near the grot. This dread of Asia on his mighty arm To Sparta's phalanx his paternal hand

Diomedon uprear'd. He snatch'd his lance, Was leading Menalippus. Not unheard

Then spake to Dithyrambus. “ See, my friend, By Dithyrambus in their slow approach,

Alone of all the Grecians, who sustain'd The father warns a young and lib'ral mind. The former onset, inexhausted stand

“ Sprung from a distant boundary of Greece, Platæa's sons. They well may keep the field, A foreigner in Sparta, cherish'd there,

Who with unslacken'd nerves endur'd that day, Instructed, hovour'd, nor unworthy held

Which saw ten myriads of barbarians driv'n To fight for Lacedæmon in her line

Back to their ships, and Athens left secure. Of discipline and valour, lo! my son,

Charge in our line. Amid the foremost rank The hour is come to prove thy gen'rous heart: Thy valour shall be plac’d to share command, That in thy hand, not ill-entrusted, shine

And ev'ry honour with Platæa's chief.” The spear and buckler to maintain the cause He said no more, but tow'rds the Grecian vag Of thy protectress. Let thy mind recall

Impetuous, ardent strode. Nor slow behind Leonidas. On yonder bulwark plac'd,

The pride of Thespia, Dithyrambus mov'd He overlooks the battle; he discerns

Like youthful Hermes in celestial arms; The bold and fearful. May the gods I serve, When lightly graceful with his feather'd feet Grant me to hear Leonidas approve

Along Scamander's flow'ry verge he pass'd My son ! No other boon my age implores.” To aid th' incens'd divinities of Greece

The augur pausd. The animated cheek Against the Phrygian tow'rs. Their eager haste Of Mepalippus glows. His eager Jook

Soon brings the heroes to th’embattling ranks, Demands the fight. This struck the tender sire, Whom thus the brave Diomedon exhorts. Who then with moisten'd eyes.

« Remember too,

“ Not to contend, but vanquish, are ye come. A father sees thy danger. Oh! my child,

Here in the blood of fugitives your spears To me thy honour, as to thee, is dear;

Shall, unoppos'd, be stain'd. My valiant friends, Yet court not death. By ev'ry filial tie,

But chief, ye men of Sparta, view that space, By all my fondness, all my cares I sue !

Where from the Malian gulf more distant rise Amid the conflict, or the warm pursuit

Th' &cæan cocks, and less confine the straits.

There if we range, extending wide onr front, Of song enchants, should I reproach the gods," An ampler scope to havoc will be giv’n."

Who form'd me cold to music's pleasing pow'r ? To him Dieneces. “ Plataan friend,

Or should I thank them, that the soft'ning charm Well dost thou counsel. On that widening ground Of sound or numbers ne'er dissolv'd my soul? Close to the mountain place thy vet'ran files. Yet I confess thy valour breaks that charm Proportion'd numbers from thy right shall stretch Which may enrapture, not unman thy breast.” Quite to the shore in phalanx deep like thine. To whom his friend. “Doth he, whose lays record The Spartans wedg'd in this contracted part The woes of Priam, and the Grecian fame, Will I contain. Behind me Alpheus waits

Doth he dissolve thy spirit ? Yet he flows With lighter bodies. Further back the line In all the sweetness harmony can breathe." Of Locris forms a strong reserve." He said. “ No, by the gods,” Diomedon rejoins. The diff'rent bands, confiding in his skill,

“I feel that mighty Muse. I see the car Move on successive. The Platæans first

Of fierce Achilles, see th' encumber'd wheels Against the hill are station'd. In their van O'er heroes driv'n, and clotted with their gore. Is Dithyrambus rank’d. Triumphant joy

Another too demands my soul's esteem, Distends their bosoms, sparkles in their eyes. Brave Æschylus of Athens. I have seen

“ Bless'd be the great Diomedon,” they shout, His Muse begirt by furies, while she swellid " Who brings another hero to our line.

Her tragic numbers. Him in equal rage Hail! Dithyrambus. Hail! illustrious youth. His country's foes o'erwhelming I bebeld Had tender age permitted, thou hadst ind At Marathon. If Phæbus would diffuse An early palm at Marathon." His post

Such fire through ev'ry bard, the tuneful band He takes. His gladness blushes on his cheek Might in themselves find heroes for their songs. Amid the foremost rank. Around him crowd But, son of Harmatides, lift thine eye The long-try'd warriors. Their unnumber'd scars To yonder point, remotest in the bay. Discov'ring, they in ample phrase recount Those seeming.clouds, which o'er the billows feet Their various dangers. He their wounds surveys Successive round the jutting land, are sails. In veneration, nor disdains to hear

Th’ Athenian pendant hastens to salute The oft-repeated tale. From Sparta's king Leonidas. O Æschylus, my friend, Return'd, the gracious Agis these address'd. First in the train of Phæbus and of Mars, “ Leonidas salutes Platæa's chief

Be thou on board ! Swift-bounding o'er the waves, And Dithyrambus. To your swords be grants Come and be witness to heroic deeds! A further effort with Platæa's band,

Brace thy strong harp with loftier-sounding chords If yet by toil unconquer'd-but I see,

To celebrate this battle! Fall, who may ; That all, unyielding, court the promis'd fight. But if they fall with honour, let their names Hail! glorious veterans. This signal day Round festive goblets in thy uumbers ring, May your victorious arms augment the wreaths And joy, not grief, accompany the song." Around your venerable heads, and grace

Conversing thus, their courage they beguild, Thermopylæ with Marathonian fame."

Which else, impatient of inactive hours,
This said, he hastens back. Meantime advance At long-suspended glory bad repin'd.
The Mantinean, Diophantus brave,
Then Hegesander, Tegea's dauntless chief,
Who near Diomedon in equal range
Erect their standards. Next the Thebans form.

Alcmæon, bold Eupalamus succeed

With their Corinthian and Phliasian bands.
Last on the Maliap shore Mycenæ's youth
Aristobulus draws. From Eta's side

Down to the bay in well-connected length
Each gleaming rank contains a hundred spears, Megistias delivers Melissa's message to Leonidas:
While twenty bucklers ev'ry file condense.

Medon, her brother, conducts bim to the temA sure support, Dieneces behind

ple. She furnishes Leonidas with the means Arrays the Spartans. Godlike Agis here,

of executing a design he had premeditated to There Menalippus by their leader stand.

annoy the enemy. They are joined by a body Two bulwarks. Breathing ardour in the rear, of mariners under the command of Æschylus, The words of Alpheus fan the growing flame a celebrated poet and warrior among the AtheOf expectation through his light-arm'd force; nians. Leonidas takes the necessary measures; While Polydorus present in his thoughts

and, observing from a summit of Ota the moTo vengeance sharpens bis indignant soul.

tions of the Persian army, expects another atNo foe is seen. No distant shout is heard.

tack: this is renewed with great violence by This pause of action Dithyrambus chose.

Hyperanthes, Abrocomes, and the principal PerThe solemn scene on (Eta to his friend

sian leaders at the head of some chosen troops. He open'd large ; portray'd Melissa's form, Reveal'd her mandate; when Platæa's chief. “ Such elevation of a female mind

MEGISTiAs, urging to unwonted speed Bespeaks Melissa worthy to obtain

His aged steps, by Dithyrambus charg'd The conference she asks. This wondrous dame With sage Melissa's words, bad now rejoin'd Amid her hymns conceives some lofty thought The king of Lacedæmon. At his side To make these slaves, who loiter in their camp, Was Maron posted, watchful to receive Dread ev'n our women. But, my gentle friend, His high injunctions. In the rear they stood Say, Dithyrambus, whom the liquid spell

Behind two thousand Locrians, deep-arrag'd

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