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With four Tegæans, whose indignant chief, I see the pride of Asia's monarch swell
Brave Hegesander, vengeance breath'd in vain, With vengeance fatal to her beauteous head.
With streaming wounds repuls’d. Thus far un- Disperse, ye phantom hopes. Too long, torn heart,
match'd,

Hast thou with grief contended. Lo! I plaut
His arm prevail'd; when Hyperanthes callid My foot this moment on the verge of death,
From fight his fainting legions. Now each band By faine invited, by despair iinpellid
Their languid courage reinforc'd by rest.

To pass th' irremeable bound. No more Meantime with Teribazus thus conferrid (youth, Shall 'Teribazus backward turn bis step, Th’ applauding prince. “ Thou much deserving But here conclude his doom. Then cease to heave, Had twenty warriors in the dang'rous van

Thou troubled bosom, ev'ry thought be calm Like thee maintain'd the onset, Greece had wept Now at th' approach of everlasting peace.” Her prostrate ranks. The weary'd fight awhile He ended; when a mighty foe drew nigh, I now relax, till Abradates strong,

Not less than Dithyrambus. Ere they join'd, Orontes and Mazæus are advanc'd.

The Persian warrior to the Greek began. Then to the conflict will I give no pause.

“ Art thou th' unconquerable chief, who mow'd If not by prowess, yet by endless toil

Our battle down? That eagle on thy shield Successive numbers shall exhaust the foe," Too well proclaims thee. "To attempt thy force

He said. Immers'd in sadness, scarce reply'd, I rashly purpos'd. That my single arm But to himself complain’d the am'rous youth. Thou deign'st to meet, accept my thanks, and know,

“ Still do I languish, mourning o'er the fame The thought of conquest less employs my soul, My arm acquires. Tormented heart! thou seat Than admiration of thy glorious deeds, Of constant sorrow, what deceitful smiles

And tbat by thee I cannot fall disgrac'd.” Yet canst thou borrow from unreal hope

He ceas'd. These words the Thespian youth To flatter life? At Ariana's feet

return'd. What if with supplicating knees I bow,

“ Of all the praises from thy gen'rous mouth Implore her pity, and reveal my love.

The only portion my desert may claim, Wretch! canst thou climb to yon effulgent orb, Is this my bold adventure to confront And share the splendours which irradiate Heav'n? | Thee, yet unmatch’d. What Grecian hath not mark'd Dost thou aspire to that exalted maid,

Thy flaming steel? From Asia's boundless camp Great Xerxes' sister, rivalling the claim

Not one hath equall’d thy victorious might. Of Asia's proudest potentates and kings?

But whence thy armour of the Grecian form? Unless within her bosom I inspir'd

Whence thy tall spear, thy helmet? Whence the A passion fervent as my own, nay more,

weight Such, as dispelling ev'ry virgin fear,

Of that strong shield ? Unlike thy eastern friends, Might, unrestrain'd, disclose its fond desire, O if thou be'st some fugitive, who, lost My love is hopeless; and her willing hand, To liberty and virtue, art become Should she bestow it, draws from Asia's lord A tyrant's vile stipendiary, that arm, On both perdition.” By despair benumb’d, That valour thus triumphant I deplore, His limbs their action lose. A wish for death Which after all their efforts and success O'ercasts and chills his sou). When sudden cries Deserve no honour from the gods, or men." From Ariamnes rouse his drooping pow'rs.

Here Teribazus in a sigh rejoin’d. Alike in manners they of equal age

“I am to Greece a stranger, am a wretch Were friends, and partners in the glorious toil To thee unknown, who courts this hour to die, Of war. Together they victorious chas'd

Yet not ignobly, but in death to raise The bleeding sons of Nile, when Egypt's pride My name from darkness, while I end my woes." Before the sword of Hyperanthes sell.

The Grecian then. “I view thee, and I monrn. That lov'd companion Teribazus views

A dignity, which virtue only bears,
By all abandon’d, in his gore outstretch'd, Firm resolution, seated on thy brow, [mand
The vietor's spoil. His languid spirit starts ; Though grief hath dimm’d thy drooping eye, de-
He rushes ardent from the Persian line;

My veneration : and, whatever be
The wounded warrior in his strong embrace The malice of thy fortune, what the cares
He bears away. By indignation stung,

Infesting thus thy quiet, they create
Fierce from the Grecians Diophantus sepds Within my breast the pity of a friend.
A loud defiance. Teribazus leaves

Why then, constraining my reluctant hand
His rescu'd friend. His massy shield be rears; To act against thee, will thy might support
High brandishing his formidable spear,

Th' unjust ambition of malignant kings,
He turns intrepid on th' approaching foe. The foes to virtue, liberty, and peace?
Amazement follows. On he strides, and shakes Yet free from rage or enmity I lift
The plumed honours of his shining crest.

My adverse weapon. Victory I ask.
Th' ill-fated Greek awaits th' unequal fight, Thy life may fate for happier days reserve."
Pierc'd in the throat with sounding arms he falls. This said, their beaning lances they protend,
Through ev'ry file the Mantineans mourn. Of hostile hate, or fury both devoid,
Long on the slain the victor fix'd his sight As on the isthmian, or Olympic sands,
With these reflections. “ By thy splendid arms For fame alone contending. Either host,
Thou art a Greek of no ignoble rank.

Pois'd on their arms, in silent wonder gaze. From thy ill fortune I perbaps derive

The fight commences.

Soon the Grecian spear, A more conspicuous lustre- What if Heav'n Which, all the day in constant battle worn, Should add new victims, such as thou, to grace Unnumber'd shields and corselets had transfix'd, My undeserving hand? Who knows, but she Against the Persian buckler, shiv'ring, breaks, Might smile upon my trophies. Oh! vain tbought! Its master's hand disarming. Then began

The sense of honour, and the dread of shame " Hold thee, barbarian, from a life more worth
To swell in Dithyrambus. Undismay'd,

Than thou and Xerxes with his host of slaves."
He grappled with his foe, and instant seiz'd

His words he seconds with his rapid lance.
His threat'ving spear, before th’ uplifted arm Soon a tremendous conflict bad ensu'd ;
Could execute the meditated wound.

But Intaphernes, Mindus, and a crowd
The weapon burst between their struggling grasp. Of Persian lords, advancing, fill the space
Their hold they loosen, bare their shining swords. Betwixt th' encount'ring chiefs. lo mutual wrath,
With equal swiftness to defend or charge

With fruitless efforts they attempt the fight.
Each active youth advances and recedes.

So rage two balls along th' opposing banks
On ev'ry side they traverse. Now direct, Of some deep flood, which parts the fruitful mead.
Obliqueiy now the wheeling blades descend. Defiance thunders from their angry mouths
Still is the conflict dubious; when the Greek, In vain: in vain the furrow'd sod they rend;
Dissembling, points his falchion to the ground, Wide rolls the stream, and intercepts the war.
His arm depressing, as o'ercome by toil:

As by malignant fortune if a drop
While with his buckler cautious he repels

Of moisture mingles with a burning mass
The blows, repeated by his active foe.

Of liquid metal, instant show'rs of death
Greece trembles for her hero. Joy pervades On ev'ry side th' exploding fluid spreads;
The ranks of Asia ; Hyperanthes strides

So disappointment irritates the flame
Before the line, preparing to receive

Of fierce Platæa's chief, whose vengeance bursts
His friend triumphant : while the wary Greek In wide destruction. Embas, Daucus fall,
Calm and defensive bears th' assault.

At last,

Arsæus, Ochus, Mendes, Artias die;
As by th’ineautious fury of bis strokes,

And ten most hardy of th' immortal guard,
The Persian swung his cov'ring shield aside, To shivers breaking on the Grecian shield
The fatal moment Dithyrambus seiz'd.

Their gold embellish'd weapons, raise a mound
Light darting forward with his feet outstretch'd, O'er thy pale body, O in prime destroy'd,
Between th' unguarded ribs he plung’d his steel. Of Asia's garden once the fairest plant,
Affection, grief, and terrour wing the speed Fall'n Teribazus! Thy distracted friend
Of Hyperanthes. From his bleeding foe

From this thy temporary tomb is dragg'd
The Greek retires, not distant, and awaits

By forceful zeal of satraps to the shore;
The Persian prince. But he with watry cheeks Where then the brave Abrocomes arrang'd
In speechless anguish clasps his dying friend; The succours new, by Abradates brought,
From whose cold lip with interrupted phrase Orontes and Mazæus. Turning swift,
These accents break. “O dearest, best of men ! Abrocomes inforın'd his brother thus.
Ten thousand thoughts of gratitude and love

Strong reinforcement from th’immortal guard
Are struggling in my heart-O'erpow'ring Fate Pan/lates bold to Intaphernes leads,
Denies my voice the utt'rance-o my friend ! In charge to harass by perpetual toil
O Hyperanthes ! Hear my tongue unfold

Those Grecians next the mountain. Thou unite
What, had I liv'd, tlou never shouldst have known. To me thy valour. Here the hostile ranks
I lov'd thy sister. With despair I lov'd.

Less stable seem. Our joint impression try;
Soliciting this honourable doom,

Let all the weight of battle here impend. Without regret in Persia's sight and thine Rouse, Hyperanthos. Give regret to winds. I fall.” Th' inexorable band of Fate

Who hath not lost a friend this direful day?
Weighs down his eyelids, and the gloom of death Let not our private cares assist the Greeks
His fleeting light eternally o'ershades.

Too strong already; or let sorrow act:
Him on Choaspes o'er the blooming verge Mourn and revenge.” These animating words
A frantic mother shall bewail; shall strew

Send Hyperanthes to the foremost line.
Her silver tresses in the crystal wave:

His vengeful ardour leads. The battle joins.
While all the shores re-echo to the name

Who stemm'd this tide of onset ? Who imbru'd Of Teribazus lost. Th' afflicted prince,

His shining spear the first in Persian blood ?
Contemplating in tears the pallid corse,

Eupalamus. Artembares he slew
Vents in these words the bitterness of grief. With Derdas fierce, whom Caucasus had reard

“Oh! Teribazus! Oh! my friend, whose loss On his tempestrious brow, the savage sons
I will deplore for ever. Oh! what pow'r,

Of vialence and rapine. But their doom
By me, by thee offended, clos'd thy breast Fires Hyperanthes, whose vindictive blade
To Hyperanthes in distrust unkind!

Arrests the victor in his haughty course. She should, she must have lov'd thee-Now no Beneath the strony Abrocomes o'erwhelm’d, more

Melissus swells the number of the dead.
Thy placid virtues, thy instructive tongue, None could Mycenæ boast of pronder birth,
Shall drop their sweetness on my secret hours. Than young Melissus, who in silver mail
But in complaints doth friendship waste the time, The line embellish'd. He in Cirrha's mead,
Which to immediate vengeance should be giv'n?” Where high Parnassus from his double top

He ended, rushing furious on the Greek; O'ershades the Pythian games, the envy'd prize
Who, while his gallant enemy expir'd,

Of Fame obtain'd. Low sinks his laurell'd head While Hyperanthes tenderly receiv'd

In death's cold night; and horrid gore deforms
The last embraces of his gasping friend,

The graceful hair. Impatient to revenge,
Stood nigh, reclin'd in sadness on his shield, Aristobulus strides before the van.
And in the pride of victory repin'd.

A storm of fury darkens all bis brow.
Unmarkid, his foe approach'd. But forward sprung Around he rolls his gloomy eye. For death
Domedon. Before the Thespian youth

Is Alyattes mark'd, of regal blood,
Aloft he rais'd his targe, and loudly thus.

Deriv'd from Croesus, once imperial lord

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Of nations. Him the nymphs of Halys wept ; Precipitating down the sacred cave,
When, with delusive oracles beguil'd'

That Sparta's rauks, advancing, should repair
By Delphi's god, he pass'd their fatal waves The disunited phalanx. Fre they move,
A mighty empire to dissolve: nor knew

Dieneces inspires them. Fame, my friends, Th’ill-destin d prince, that envious Fortune watch'd Calls forth your valour in a signal hour. That direful moment from his hand to wrest For you this glorious crisis sbe reserv'd The sceptre of his fathers. In the shade

Laconia's splendour to assert. Young man, Of humble life his race on Timolus' brow

Son of Megistias, follow.” He conducts (wedg'd Lay hid; till, rous'd to battle, on this field Th’experienc'd troop. They lock their shields, and Sinks Alyattes, and a royal breed

In dense arrangement, repossess the void In him extinct for ever. Lycis dies,

Left by the faithless Thebans, and repulse For boist'rous war ill-chosen. He was skill'd 'Th' exulting Persians. When with efforts vain To tune the lulling fute, and melt the heart; These oft renew'd the contest, and recoil'd, Or with his pipe's awak'ning strain allure

As oft confounded with diminish'd ranks; The lovely dames of Lydia to the dance,

Lo! Hyperanthes blush'd, repeating late
They on the verdant level graceful mov'd

The words of Artemisia. “ Learn, O chiefs,
In vary'd measures; while the cooling breeze The only means of glory and success.
Beneath their swelling garments wanton'd o'er Unlike the others, whom we newly chas'd,
Their snowy breasts, and smooth Caijster's stream, These are a band, selected from the Greeks,
Soft-gliding, murmurd by. The hostile blade Perhaps the Spartans, whom we often hear
Draws forth his entrails. Prone he falls. Not long By Demaratus prais'd. To break their line
The victor triumphs. From the prostrate corse In vain we struggle, unarray'd and lax,
Of Lycis while insulting he extracts

Depriv'd of union. Do not we preside
The reeking weapon, Hyperanthes' steel

O'er Asia's armies, and our courage boast, Invades his knee, and cuts the sinewy cords. Our martial art above the vulgar herd ? The Mycenæans with uplifted shields,

Let us, ye chiefs, attempt in order'd ranks Corinthians and Phliasians close around

To form a troop, and emulate the foe." The wounded chieftain. In redoubled rage

They wait not dubious. On the Malian shore 'The contest glows. Abrocomes incites

In gloomy depth a column soon is form’d Each noble Persian. Each his voice obeys.

Of all the nobles, Abradates strong, Here Abradates, there Mazzus press,

Orontes bold, Mazæus, and the might Orontes and Hydarnes. None retire

Of brave Abrocomes with each, who bore From toil, or peril. Urg'd on ev'ry side,

The highest l'onours, and excell'd in arms; Mycena's band to Fortune leave their chief. Themselves the lords of nations, who before Despairing, raging, destitute he stands,

The throne of Xerxes tributary bow'd. Propt on his spear. His wound forbids retreat. To these succeed a chosen number, drawn None, but his brother, Eumenes, abides

From Asia's legions, vaunted most in fight; The dire extremity. His studded orb

Who from their king perpetual stipends share; Is held defensive. On bis arm the sword

Who, stationd round the provinces, by force Of Hyperanthes rapidly descends.

His tyranny uphold. In ev'ry part Down drops the buckler, and the sever'd hand Is Hyperanthes active, ardent seen Resigns its hold. The unprotected pair

Throughout the huge battalion. He adjusts By Asia's hero to the ground are swept;

Their equal range, then cautious, lest on march As to a reaper crimson poppies low'r

Their unaccustom'd order should relax, Their heads luxuriant on the vellow plain.

Fill in the centre of the foremost rank
From both their breasts the vital currents flow, Orontes plants, committing to his hand
And mix their streams. Elate the Persians pour Th’ imperial standard; whose expanded folds
Their numbers, deep'ning on the foe dismay'd. Glow'd in the air, presenting to the Sun
The Greeks their station painfully maintain. The richest dye of Tyre. The royal bird
This Anasander saw, whose faithless tongue Amid the gorgeous tincture shone express'd
His colleague Leontiades bespake.

In high-embroider'd gold. The wary prince
“ The hour is come to serve our Persian friends. On this conspicuous, leading sign of war,
Behold, the Greeks are press'd. Let Thebes retire, Commands each satrap, posted in the van,
A bloodless conquest yielding to the king." To fix his eye regardful, to direct

This said, he drew his Thebans from their post, By this alone his even pace and slow,
Not with unpunish'd treachery. The lance Retiring, or advancing. So the star,
Of Abradates gor'd their foul retreat;

Chief of the spangles on that fancy'd Bear, Nor knew the Asian chief, that Asia's friends Once an Idæan nymph, and nurse of Jove, Before him bled. Meantime, as mighty Jove, Bright Cynosura to the Boreal pole Or he more ancient on the throne of Heav'n, Attracts the sailor's eye; when distance hides When from the womb of Chaos dark the world The headland signals, and her guiding ray, Emerg'd to birth, where'er he view'd the jar New-ris'o, she throws. The hero next appoints, Of atoms yet discordant and unform’d,

That ev'ry warrior through the length’ning files, Confusion thence with pow'rful voice dispellid, Observing none, but those before him plac'd, Tin light and order universal reign'd;

Shall watch their motions, and their steps pursue. So from the hill Leonidas survey'd

Nor is th' important thicket next the pass The various war. He saw the Theban rout; Forgot. Two thousand of th' immortal guard That Corinth, Phlius, and Mycenæ look'd

That station seize. His orders all perform'd, Affrighted backward. Instantly his charge Close by the standard he assumes his post. Is borne by Maron, whom obcdience wings, Intrepid thence he animates his friends.

" Heroic chieftains, whose unconquer'd force By his resistless steel, Orontes falls, Rebellionis Egypt, and the Libyan felt,

And quits th' imperial banner. This the chief Think, what the splendour of your former deeds In triumph waves. The Spartans press the foe. From you exacts. Remember, from the great Close-wedg'd and square, in slow, progressive pace Illustrious actions are a debt to Farne.

O'er heaps of mangled carcasses and arms No middle path remains for them to tread, Invincible they tread. Composing flutes Whom she hath once ennobled. Lo! this day Each thought, each motion harmonize. No rage By trophies new will signalize your names, Untunes their souls. The phalanx yet more deep Or in dishonour will for ever cloud.”

Of Medon follows; while the lighter bands He said, and vig'rous all to fight proceed. Glide by the flanks, and reach the broken foe. As, when tempestuous Eurus stems the weight Amid their flight what vengeance from the arın Of western Neptune, struggling through the straits Of Alpheus falls ? O'er all in swift pursuit Which bound Alcides' labours, here the storm Was he renown'd. His active feet had match'd With rapid wing reverberates the tide;

The son of Peleus in the dusty course; There the contending surge with furrow'd tops But now the wrongs, the long-remember'd wrongs To mountains swells, and, whelming o'er the beach Of Polydorus animate his strength Ou either coast, impells the hoary foam

With ten-fold vigour. Like th' empurpled Moon, On Mauritanian and Iberian strands:

When in eclipse her silver disk hath lost Such is the dreadful onset. Persia keeps

The wonted light, his buckler's polish'd face Her foremost ranks unbroken, which are filled Is now obscur'd; the figur'd bosses drop By chosen warriors; while the num'rous crowd, In crimson, spouting from his deathfi strokes. Though still promiscuous pouring from behind, As, when with horrour wing'd, a whirlwind rends Give weight and pressure to th' embattled chiefs, A shatter'd navy; from the ocean cast, Despising danger. Like the mural strength Enormous fragments hide the level beach ; Of some proud city, bulwark'd round and arm'd Such as dejected Persia late beheld With rising tow'rs to guard her wealthy stores, On Thessaly's unnavigable strand : Immoveable, impenetrable stood

Thus o'er the champaign satraps lay bestrewp Laconia's serry'd phalanx. In their face

By Alpheus, persevering in pursuit Grim Tyranny her threatning fetters shakes, Beyond the pass. Not Phæbus could indict Red Havoc grinds insatiable his jaws.

On Niobe more vengeance, when, incens'd Greece is behind, entrusting to their swords By her maternal arrogance, which scorn'd Her laws, her freedom, and the sacred urns Latona's race, he twang'd his ireful bow, Of their forefathers. Present now to thought And one by one from youth and beauty hurl'd Their altars rise, the mansions of their birth, Her sons to Pluto; nor severer pangs Whate'er they honour, venerate, and love. That mother felt, than pierc'd the gen'rous soul

Bright in the Persian van th' exalted lance Of Hyperanthes, while his noblest friends Of Hyperanthes flam'd. Beside him press'd On ev'ry side lay gasping. With despair Abro comes, Hydarnes, and the bulk

He still contends. Th' immortals from their stand Of Abradates terrible in war.

Behind th' entangling thicket next the pass Firm, as a Memphian pyramid, was seen

His signal rouses. Ere they clear their way, Dieneces; while Agis close in rank

Well-caution'd Medon from the close defile With Menalippus, and the added strength Two thousand Locrians pours. An aspect new Of dauntless Maron, their connected shields The fight assumes. Through implicated shrubs l'pheld. Each unrelax'd array maintains Confusion waves each banner. Falchions, spears, The conflict undecided ; nor could Greece

And shields are all encumber'd; till the Greeks Repel the adverse numbers, nor the weight Had forc'd a passage to the yielding foe. Of Asia's band select remove the Greeks.

Then Medon's arm is felt. The dreadful boar, Swift from Laconia's king, perceiviug soon Wide-wasting once the Calydonian fields, The Persian's new arrangement, Medlon flew, In fury breaking from his gloomy lair, Who thus the staid Dieneces aduress'd.

Rang'd with less havoc through unguarded folds, “ Leonidas commands the Spartan ranks Than Medon, sweeping down the glitt'ring files, To measure back some paces. Soon he deems So vainly styl'd immortal. From the cliff The unexperienc'd foes in wild pursuit

Divine Melissa, and Laconia's king Will break their order. Then the charge renew." Enjoy the glories of Oileus' son.

This heard, the signal of retreat is giv'n. Fierce Alpheus too, returning from his chase, The Spartans seem to yield. The Persians stop. Joins in the slaughter. Ev'ry Persian falls. Astonishment restrains them, and the doubt

To him the Locrian chief. “ Brave Spartan, Of unexpected victory. Their sloth

thanks. Abrocomes awakens. “ By the Sun

Through thee my purpose is accomplish'd full. They fly before us. My victorious friends, My phalanx here with levell’d rows of spears Do you delay to enter Greece ? Away,

Shall guard the shatter'd bushes. Come what may Rush on intrepid. I already hear

From Asia's camp, th' assailant, flank'd and driv'n Our horse, our chariots thund'ring on her plains. Down yonder slope, shall perish. Gods of Greece, I see her temples wrapt in Persian fires."

You shall behold your faves profusely deck'd He spake. In hurry'd violence they roll In splendid off'rings from barbarian spoils, Tumultuous forward. All in headlong pace Won by your free-born supplicants this day." Disjoin their order, and the line dissolve.

This said, he forms his ranks. Their threat'ning This when the sage Dieneces descries,

points The Spartans halt, returuing to the charge Gleam through the thicket, whence the shiv'ring foes With sudden rigour. In a moment piere'd Arert their sight, like passengers dismay'd,

!

Who on their course by Nile's portentous banks Of Dithyrambus and Diomedon,
Descry in ambush of perfidious reeds

Who from the hill are wheeling on their flank,
The crocodile's fell teeth. Contiguous lay Still flash tremendous. To the shore they fly,
Thermopylæ. Dieneces secur'd [show'd, At once envelop'd by successive bands
The narrow mouth. Two lines the Spartans of diff'rent Grecians. From the gulf profound
One tow’rds the plain observ'd the Persian camp; Perdition here inevitable frowns,
One, led by Agis, fac'd th' interior pass.

While there, encircled by a grove of spears, Not yet discourag'd, Hyperanthes strives They stand devoted hecatombs to Mars. The scatter'd host to rally. He exhorts,

Now not a moment's interval delays Entreats, at length indignant thus exclaims. Their gen'ral dooin; but down the Malian steep

“ Degen'rate Persians ! to sepulchral dust Prone are they hurry'd to th' expanded arms Could breath return, your fathers from the tomb Of Horrour, rising from the oozy deep, Would utter groans. Inglorious, do ye leave And grasping all their numbers, as they fall. Behind you Persia's standard to adorn

The dire confusion like a storm invades Some Greciap temple! Can your splendid cars, The chafing surge. Whole troops Bellona rolls Volaptuous couches, and delicious boards,

In one vast ruin from the craggy ridge. Your gold, your gems, ye satraps, be preservod

O'er all their arms, their ensigns, deep-engulf'd,
By cowardice and fight? The eunuch slave With hideous roar the waves for ever close.
Will scorn such lords, your women lothe your beds."

Few hear him, fewer follow; while the fight
His unabating courage oft renews,
As oft repuls'd witb danger: till, by all
Deserted, mixing in the gen'ral rout,

LEONIDAS.
He yields to fortune, and regains the camp.
In short advances thus the dying tide

BOOK IX.
Beats for awhile against the shelving strand,
Still by degrees retiring, and at last
Within the bosom of the main subsides.
Though Hyperanthes from the fight was drivin,

THE ARGUMENT.
Close to the mountain, whose indented side
There gave the widen'd pass an ainple space

Night coming on, the Grecians retire to their tents, For numbers to embattle, still his post

A guard is placed on the Phocian wall under the

command of Agis. · He admits into the camp a Bold Intaphernes underneath a cliff

lady, accompanied by a single slave, and conAgainst the firm Platæan line maintain'd.

ducts them to Leonidas; when she discovers On him look'd down Leonidas like Death,

herself to be Ariana, sister of Xerxes and HyperWhen, from his iron cavern call’d by Jove,

anthes, and sues for the body of Teribazus; He stands gigantic on a mountain's head; Whence he commands th'affrighted Earth to quake,

which being found among the slain, she kills

herself upon it. The slave, who attended her, And, crags and forests in his direful grasp

proves to be Polydorus, brother to Alpheus and High-wielding, dashes on a town below, Whose deeds of black impiety provoke

Maron, and who had been formerly carried into The long-enduring guds. Around the verge

captivity by a Phænician pirate. He relates

before an assembly of the chiefs a message from Of Eta, curving to a crescent's shape,

Demaratus to the Spartans, which discloses the The marbles, timbers, fragments lay amass'd.

treachery of the Thebans, and of Epialtes, the The Helots, peasants, mariners attend In order nigh Leonidas. They watch

Malian, who had undertaken to lead part of the

Persian army through a pass among the mounHis look. He gives the signal. Rous'd at once

tains of ta." This information throws the The force, the skill, activity, and zeal

council into a great tumult, which is pacified by Of thousands are combin'd. Down rush the piles.

Leonidas, who sends Alpheus to observe the Trees, roll'd on trees, with mingled rock descend,

motions of these Persians, and Dieneces with a Unintermitted ruin. Loud resound

party of Lacedæmonians to support the Phocians, The hollow trunks against the mountain's side.

with wbom the defence of these passages in the Swift bounds each craggy mass. The foes below

hills had been entrusted. In the mean time Look up aghast, in horrour shrink and die.

Agis sends the bodies of Teribazus and Ariana to Whole troops, o'erwhelm'd beneath th' enormous load,

the camp of Xerxes.
Lie hid and lost, as never they had known
A name, or being. Intaphernes, clad
In regal splendour, progeny of kings,

In sable vesture, spangled o'er with stars,
Who rul'd Damascus and the Syrian palms, The Night assum'd her throne. Recall’d from war,
Here slept for ever. Thousands of his train Their toil, protracted long, the Greeks forget,
In that broad space the ruins had not reach'd. Dissolv'd in silent slumber, all but those
Back to their camp a passage they attempt Who watch th' uncertain perils of the dark,
Through Lacedæmon's line. Them Agis stopp'd. A hundred warriors. Agis was their chief.
Before his powerful arm Pandates fell,

High on the wall, intent the hero sat.
Sosarmes, Tachos. Menalippus dy'd

Fresh winds across the undulating bay
His youthful steel in blood. The mightier spear From Asia's host the various din convey'd
Of Maron pierc'd battalions, and enlarg'd

In one deep murmur, swelling on his ear.
The track of slaughter. Backward turn'd the rout, Whèn by the sound of footsteps down the pass
Nor found a milder fate. Th' unweary'd swords Alarm'd, he calls aload. " What feet are these,

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