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A surface hideous, delug'd o'er with blooil, Before we march. Remember, from the rites Beyond my view illimitably stretch'd,

Let ev'ry sound be absent; not the fife, One vast expanse of horrour. There supine, Not ev’n the music-breathing flute be heard. Of huge dimension, cov’ring half the plain, Meantime, ye leaders, ev'ry band instruct A giant corse lay mangled, red with wounds, To move in silence.” Mindful of their charge, Delv'd in th' enormous flesh, which, bubbling, fed The chiefs depart. Leonidas provides Ten thousand thousand grisly beaks and jaws, His various armour. Agis close attends, Insatiably derouring. Mute I gaz'd;

His best assistant. First a breastplate arms When from behind I heard a second sound

The spacious chest. O'er this the hero spreads Like surges, tumbling o'er a craggy shore. The mailed cuirass, from his shoulders hung. Again I turn'd. An ocean there appear'd

A shining belt infolds his mighty loins.
With riven keels and shrouds, with shiver'd oars, Next on his stately temples he erects
With arms and weltring carcasses bestrewn The plumed helin; then grasps his pond'rous shield:
Innumerous. The billows foam'd in blood. Where nigh the centre on projecting brass
But where the waters, unobserv'd before,

Th' inimitable artist had emboss'd
Between two adverse shores, contracting, rollid The shape of great Alcides; whom to gain
A stormy current, on the beach forlorn

Two goddesses contended. Pleasure here
One of majestic stature I descry'd

Won by soft wiles th' attracted eye; and there In ornaments imperial. Oft he bent

The form of Virtue dignify'd the scene. On me his clouded eyeballs. Oft my name In her inajestic sweetness was display'd He sounded forth in execrations loud;

The mind sublime and happy. From her lips Then rent his splendid garments; then his head Seem'd eloquence to flow. In look serene, In rage divested of its graceful hairs.

But fix'd intensely on the son of Jove, Impatient now he ey'd a slender skiff, (proach'd. She wav'd her hand, where, winding to the skies, Which, mounted high on boistrous waves, ap- Her paths ascended. On the summit stood, With indignation, with reluctant grief

Supported by a trophy near to Heav'n, Once more his sight reverting, he embark'd Fame, and protended her eternal trump. Amid the perils of the frowning deep.

The youth, attentive to her wisdom, own'd • O thou, by glorious actions rank'd in Heav'n,' The prevalence of Virtue; while his eye, I here exclaim'd, instruct me. What produc'd Fill'd by that spirit which redeem'd the world This desolation?' Hercules reply'd.

From tyramy and monsters, darted flames; • Let thy astonish'd eye again survey

Not undesery'd by Pleasure, where she lay
The scene thy soul abhorrd.' I look'd., I saw Beneath a gorgeous canopy. Around
A land, where Plenty with disporting hands Were flowrets strewn, and wantonly in rills
Pour'd all the fruits of Amalthea's horn;

A fount ineanderd. All relax'd her limbs;
Where bloom'd the olive; where the clustring vine Nor wanting yet solicitude to gain,
With her broad foliage mantled ev'ry hill; What lost she fear'd, as struggling with despair,
Where Ceres with exuberance eurob’d

She seem'd collecting ev'ry pow'r to charm: The pregnant bosoms of the fields in gold : Excess of sweet allurement she diffus'd Where spacious towns, whose circuits proud con In vain. Still Virtue sway'd Alcides' mind. tain'd

Hence all his labours. Wrought with vary'd art, The dazzling works of wealth, along the banks The shield's external surface they enrich'd. Of copious rivers show'd their stately tow'rs,

This portraiture of glory on bis arm The strength and splendour of the peopled land. Leonidas displays, and, tow'ring, strides Then in a moment clouds obscur'd my view; From his pavilion. Ready are the bands. At once all vanish'd from my waking eyes." The chiefs assume their station. Torches blaze

“ Thrice I salute the omen," loud began Through ev'ry file. All now in silent pace The sage Megistias. “ In this mystic dream To join in solemn sacrifice proceed. I see my country's victories. The land,

First Polydorus bears the hallow'd knife,
The deep shall own her triumphs; while the tears The sacred salt and barley. At his side
Of Asia and of Lybia shal! deplore

Diomedon sustains a weighty mace.
Their offspring, cast before the vulture's beak, The priest, Megistias, follows like the rest
And ev'ry monstrous native of the main.

In polish'd armour. White, as winter's fleece,
Those joyous fields of plenty picture Greece, A fillet round his shining helm reveals
Eorich'd by conquest, and barbarian spoils. The sacerdotal honours. By the horns,
He, whom thou saw'st, in regal vesture clad, Where laurels twine, with Alpheus, Maron leads
Print on the sand his solitary step,

The consecrated ox. And, lo! behind, Is Xerxes, foil'd and fugitive." So spake

Leonidas advances. Never he The rev'rend augur. Ev'ry bosom felt

In such transcendent majesty was seen, Enthusiastic rapture, joy beyond

And his own virtue never so enjoy'd. All sense, and all conception, but of those, Successive move Dieneces the brave; Who die to save their country. Here again In hoarý state Demophilus; the bloom Th' exulting band Leonidas address'd.

Of Dithyrambus, glowing in the hope “ Since happiness from virtue is deriv'd, Of future praise; the gen'rous Agis next, Who for bis country dies, that moment proves Serene and graceful; last the Theban chiefs, Most happy, as most virtuous. Such our lot. Repining, ignominious: then slow march Bat go, Megistias. Instantly prepare

The troops all mute, nor shake their brazen arms. The sacred fuel, and the victim due;

Not from Thermopylæ remote the hills That to the Muses (so by Sparta's law

Of Eta, yielding to a fruitful dale, We are enjoin'd) our off'rings may be paid, Within their side, half-circling, had enclos'd

A fair expanse in verdure smooth. The bounds Imbrue his hoofs in blood, the shatter'd cars
Were edg'd by wood, o'erlook'd by snowy cliffs, Crush with their brazen weight the prostrate necks
Which from the clouds bent frowning. Down a rock of chiefs and kings, encircled, as they fall,
Above the loftiest summit of the grove

By nations slain. You, countrymen and friends,
A tumbling torrent wore the shagged stone; My last commands retain. Your gen'ral's voice
Then, gleaming through the intervals of shade, Once more salutes you, not to rouse the brave,
Attain'd the valley, where the level stream Or minds, resolv'd and dauntless, to confirm.
Diffus'd refreshment. On its banks the Greeks Too well by this expiring blaze I see
Had rais'd a rustic altar, fram’d of turf.

Impatient valour flash from ev'ry eye. Broad was the surface, high in piles of wood, O temper well that ardour, and your lips All interspers'd with laurel. Purer deem'd Close on the rising transport. Mark, how Sleep Than river, lake, or fountain, in a vase

Hath folded millions in his black embrace. Old Ocean's briny element was plac'd

No sound is wafted from th' unnumber'd foe. Before the altar; and of wine unmix'd

The winds themselves are silent. All conspires Capacious goblets stood. Megistias now

To this great sacrifice, where thousands soon His helm uinloosen'd. With his snowy head, Shall only wake to die. Their crowded train Uncover'd, round the solemn pile he trod.

This night perhaps to Pluto's dreary shades He shook a branch of laurel, scatt'ring wide Evin Xerxes's ghost may lead, unless reserv'd The sacred moisture of the main. His hand From this destruction to lament a doom Next on the altar, on the victim strew'd

Of more disgrace, when Greece confounds that pow's The mingled salt and barley. O'er the horns Which we will shake. But look, the setting Moon Th’inverted chalice, foaming from the grape, Shuts on our darksome paths her waning horns. Discharg'd a rich libation. Then approach'd Let each his head distinguish by a wreath Diomedon. Megistias gave the sign.

Of well earn d laurel. Then the victim share,
Down suok the victim by a deathful stroke, Then crown the goblet. Take your last repast;
Nor groan'd. The augur bury'd in the throat With your forefathers, and the heroes old,
His hallow'd steel. A purple current flow'd. You next will banquet in the bless'd abodes."
Now sinok'd the structure, now it flam'd abroad Here ends their leader. Through th' encircling
In sudden splendour. Deep in circling ranks The agitation of their spears denotes [crowd
The Grecians press'd. Fach held a sparkling brand; High ardour. So the spiry growth of pines
The beaming lances intermix'd; the helms, Is rock'd, when Æolus in eddies winds
The burnish'd armour multiply'd the blaze. Among their stately trunks on Pelion's brow.
Leonidas drew nigh. Before the pile

The Acarnanian seer distributes swift
His feet he planted. From his brows remov'd, The sacred laurel. Snatch'd in eager zeal,
The casque to Agis he consign’d, his shield, Around each helm the woven leaves unite
His spear to Dithyrambus; then, his arms Their glossy verdure to the floating plumes.
Extending, forth in supplication broke.

Then is the victim portion'd. In the bowl “ Harmonious daughters of Olympian Jove, Then flows the vine's empurpled stream. Aloof Who, on the top of Helicon ador'd,

The Theban train, in wan dejection mute, And high Parnassus, with delighted ears

Brood o'er their shame, or cast affrighted looks Bend to the warble of Castalia's stream,

On that determin'd courage, which, unmor'd Or Aganippe's murmur, if from thence

At Fate's approach, with cheerful lips could taste We must invoke your presence; or along

The sparkling goblet, could in joy partake
The neighb'ring mountains with propitious steps That last, that glorious banquet. Ev'n the heart
If now you grace your consecrated bow'rs,

Of Anaxander had forgot its wiles,
Look down, ye Muses; nor disdain to stand Dissembling fear no longer. Agis here,
Each an immortal witness of our fate.

Regardful ever of the king's command,
But with you bring fair Liberty, whom Jove Accosts the Theban chiefs in whispers thus.
And you must honour. Let her sacred eyes

“ Leonidas permits you to retire. Approve her dying Grecians; let her voice While on the rites of sacrifice employ'd, In exultation tell the Earth and Heav'ns,

None heed your motions. Separate and fly These are her sons. Then strike your tuneful shells. In silent pace.” This heard, th’inglorious troop, Record us guardians of our parent's age,

Their files dissolving, from the reșt withdraw. Our matron's virtue, and our children's bloom, Unseen they moulder from the bost like snow, The glorious bulwarks of our country's laws, Freed from the rigour of constraining frost; Who shall enpoble the historian's page,

Soon as the Sun exerts his orient beam,
Shall on the joyous festival inspire

The transitory landscape melts in rills
With Joftier strains the virgin's choral song. Away, and structures, which delude the eye,
Then, O celestial maids, on yonder camp

Insensibly are lost. The solemn feast
Let night sit heavy. Let a sleep like death Was now concluded. Now Laconia's king
Weigh down the eye of Asia. O infuse

Had reassumi'd his arms. Before his step
A cool, untroubled spirit in our breasts,

The crowd roll backward. In their gladden'd sight Which may in silence guide our daring feet, His crest, illumin’d by aplifted brands, Control our fury, por by tumult wild

Its purple splendour shakes. The tow'ring oak
The friendly dark affright; till dying groans Thus from a lofty promontory waves
Of slaughter'd tyrants into horrour wake

His majesty of verdure. . As with joy
The midnight calm. Then turn destruction loose. The sailors mark his heav'n-ascending pride,
Let terrour, let confusion rage around,

Which from afar directs their foamy course
In one vast ruin heap the barb'rous ranks,

Along the pathless ocean; so the Greeks Their horse, their chariots. Let the spurning steed | In transport gaze, as down their op'ning ranks

The king proceeds: from whose superior frame
A soul like thine, O Phidias, might conceive Across th' unguarded bound of Asia's camp
In Parian marble, or effulgent brass,

Slow pass the Grecians. Through innum'rous tents, The form of great Apollo; when the god,

Where all is mute and tranquil, they pursue Won by the pray'rs of man's afflicted race,

Their march sedate. Beneath the leaden hand In arms forsook his lucid throne to pierce

Of Sleep lie millions motionless and deaf, The monster Python in the Delphian vale.

Nor dream of Fate's approach. Their wary foes, Close by the hero Polydorus waits

By Polydorus guided, still proceed.
To guide destruction through the Asian tents. Ev'n to the centre of th' extensive host
As the young eagle near his parent's side

They pierce unseen; when, lo! th' imperial tent In wanton fight essays his vig'rous wing,

Yet distant rose before them. Spreading round Ere long with her to penetrate the clouds,

Th' august pavilion, was an ample space To dart impetuous on the fleecy trajn,

For thousands in arrangement. Here a band And dye his beak in gore ; by Sparta's king Of chosen Persians, watchful o'er the king, The injur'd Polydorus thus prepares

Held their nocturnal station. As the hearts His arm for death. He feasts his angry soul Of anxious nations, whom th' unsparing sword On promis'd vengeance. His impatient thoughts Or famine threaten, tremble at the sight Ev'n now transport him furious to the seat Of fear-engender'ù phantoms in the sky, Of his long sorrows, not with fetter'd hands, Aerial hosts amid the clouds array'd, But now once more a Spartan with his spear, Portending woe and death; the Persian guard His shield restor'd, to lead his country's bands, In equal consternation now descry'd And with them devastation. Nor the rest

The glimpse of hostile armoar. All disband, Neglect to form. Thick-rang'd, the helmets blend As if auxilar to his favour'd Greeks Their various plumes, as intermingling oaks Pan held their banner, scatt'ring from its folus Combine their foliage in Dodona's grove;

Fear and confusion, which to Xerxes couch, Or as the cedars on the Syrian hills

Swift-winged, fly; thence shake the gen’ral camp, Their shady texture spread. Once more the king, Whose numbers issue naked, pale, unarın'd, O'er all the phalanx his consid'rate view

Wild in amazement, blinded by dismay, Extending, through the ruddy gleam descries To ev'ry foe obnoxious. In the breasts One face of gladness; but the godlike van

Of thousands, gord at once, the Grecian steel He most contemplates: Agis, Alpheus there, Reeks in destruction. Deluges of blood Megistias, Maron with Platæa's chief,

Float o'er the field, and foam around the heaps Dieneces, Demophilus are seen

Of wretches, slain unconscious of the hand
With Thespia's youth : nor they their steady sight which wastes their helpless multitude. Amaze,
From his remove, in speechless transport bound Affright, distraction from his pillow chase
By love, by veneration ; till they hear

The lord of Asia, who in thought beholds
His last injunction. To their diff'rent posts United Greece in arms. Thy lust of pow'r!
They sep'rate. Instant ou the dewy turf

Thy hope of glory! whither are they flown
Are cast th' extinguish'd brands. On all around With all thy pomp? In this disast'rous hour
Drops sudden darkness, on the wood, the hill, What could avail th' immeasurable range
The snowy ridge, the vale, the silver stream. Of thy proud camp, save only to conceal
It verg'd on midnight. Tow'rd the hostile camp Thy trembling steps, O Xerxes, while thou fly’st?
In march compos'd and silent down the pass To thy deserted couch, with other looks,
The phalanx mov'd. Each patient bosom hush'd With other steps, Leonidas is nigh.
Its struggling spirit, nor in whispers breath'd Before him Terrour strides. Gigantic Death,
The rapt'rous ardour virtue then inspir'd.

And Desolation at his side, attend. So louring clouds along th' ethereal void

The vast pavilion's empty space, where lamps In slow expansion from the gloomy north

Of gold shed light and odours, now admits
Awhile suspend their horrours, destin'd soon The hero. Ardent throngs behiud bim press,
To blaze in lightnings, and to burst in storms. But miss their victim. To the ground are hurld

The glitt'ring ensigns of imperial state.
The diadem, the sceptre, late ador'd

Through boundless kingdoms, underneath their feet
LEONIDAS.

In mingled rage and scorn the warriors crush,
BOOK XII.

A sacrifice to freedom. They return
Again to form. Leonidas exalts,
For new destruction, his resistless spear;

When double darkness suddenly descends.
THE ARGUMENT.

The clouds, condensing, intercept the stars. Leonidas and the Grecians penetrate through the Black o'er the furrow'd main the raging east

Persian camp to the very pavilion of Xerxes, In whirlwinds sweeps the surge. The coasts resound. who avoids destruction by flight. The barbarians The cavern'd rocks, the crashing forests roar. are slaughtered in great multitudes, and their Swift through the camp the hurricane impelis camp is set on fire. Leonidas conducts his men Its rude career; when Asia's numbers, veil'd in good order back to Thermopylæ, engages the Amid the shelt'ring horrours of the storm, Persians, who were descended from the bills, Evade the victor's lance. The Grecians halt; and after numberless proofs of superior strength While to their gen'rals pregnant mind occurs and valour, sinks down covered with wounds, A new attempt and vast. Perpetual fire and expires the last of all the Grecian com Beside the tent of Xerxes, from the hour manders.

He lodg'd bis standards on the Malian plains,

Had shone. Among his Magi to adore

Of unremitted conquest. Yet what pow'r Great Horomazes was the monarch wont

Among these sons of Liberty reviv'd [recall's Before the sacred light. Huge piles of wood Their drooping warmth, new-strung their nerves, Lay nigh, prepard to feed the constant flame. Their weary'd swords to deeds of brighter fame? On living embers these are cast. So wills

What, but th' inspiring hope of glorious death Leonidas. The phalanx then divides.

To crowu their labours, and th' auspicious look Four troops are form'd, by Dithyrambus led, Of their heroic chief, which, still unchang'd, By Alpheus, by Diomedon. The last

Still in superior majesty declar'd, Himself conducts. The word is giv'n. They seize No toil had yet relax'd his matchless strength, The burning fael. Sparkling in the wind,

Nor worn the vigour of his odlike soul. Destructive fire is brandish’d. Ail, enjoin'd

Back to the pass in gentle march he learls To reassemble at the regal tent,

Th’embattled warriors. They behind the shrubs, By various paths the hostile camp invade. Where Medon sent such numbers to the shades, Now devastation, unconfin’d, involves

In ambush lie. The tempest is o'erblown. The Malian fields. Among barbarian tents Soft breezes only from the Malian wave From diff'rent stations fly consuming flames. O’er each grim face, besmear'd with smoke and gore, The Greeks afford no respite ; and the storm Their cool refreshment breathe. The healing gale, Exasperates the blaze. To ev'ry part

A crystal rill near (Eta's verdant feet, The conflagration like a sea expands,

Dispel the languor from their harass'd nerves, One waving surface of unbounded fire.

Fresh brac'd by strength returning. O'er their heads In ruddy volumes mount the curling flames Lo! in full blaze of maiesty appears To Heav'n's dark vault, and paint 'the midnight Melissa, bearing in her hand divine clouds.

Th’ eternal guardian of illustrious deeds, So, when the north emits his purpled lights, The sweet Phcebean lyre. Her graceful train The undulated radiance, streaming wide,

Of white-rob’d virgins, seated on a range As with a burning canopy invests

Half down the cliff, o'ershadowing the Greeks, Th' ethereal concave. ta now disclos'd

All with concordant strings, and accents clear, His forehead, glitt'ring in eternal frost;

A torrent pour of melody, and swell While down his rocks the foamy torrents shone. A high, triumphal, solemn dirge of praise, Far o'er the main the pointed rays were thrown; Anticipating fame. Of endless joys Night snatch'd her mantle from the Ocean's breast; In bless'd Elysium was the song. “Go, meet The billows glimmer'd from the distant shores. Lycurgus, Solon, and Zaleucus sage, But, lo! a pillar huge of smoke ascends,

Let them salute the children of their laws. Which overshades the field. There horrour, there Meet Homer, Orpheus, and th’ Ascræan bard, Leonidas presides. Command he gave

Who with a spirit, by ambrosial food To Polydorus, who, exulting, show'd

Refin'd, and more exalted, shall contend Where Asia's horse and warlike cars possess'd Your splendid fate to warble through the bow'rs A crowded station. At the hero's nod

Of amaranth and myrtle ever young, Devouring Vulcan riots on the stores

Like your renown. Your ashes we will cull.
Of Ceres, empty'd of the ripen'd grain,

In yonder fane deposited, your urns
On all the tribute from her meadows brown, Dear to the Muses shall our lays inspire.
By rich Thessalia render'd to the scythe.

Whatever off'rings, genius, science, art
A flood of fire envelopes all the ground.

Can dedicate to virtue, shall be yours,
The cordage bursts around the blazing tents. The gifts of all the Muses, to transmit
Down sink the roofs on suffocated throngs,

You on th' enliven’d canvass, marble, brass,
Close-wedg'd by fear. The Lybian chariot burns. In wisdom's volume, in the poet's song,
Th' Arabian camel, and the Persian steed

In ev'ry tongue, through ev'ry age and clime,
Bound through a burning deluge. Wild with pain You of this earth the brightest How'rs, not cropt,
They shake their singed manes. Their madding Transplanted only to immortal bloom
hoofs

[flames, of praise with men, of happiness with gods." Dash through the blood of thousands, mix'd with The Grecian valour on religion's flame Which rage augmented by the whirlwind's blast. To ecstasy is wafted. Death is nigh.

Meantime the scepter'd lord of half the globe As by the Graces fashion’d, he appears From tent to tent precipitates his flight.

A beauteous form. His adamantine gate Dispers'd are all his satraps. Pride herself Is half unfolded. All in transport catch Shuns his dejected brow. Despair alone

A glimpse of immortality. Elate
Waits on th' imperial fugitive, and shows,

In rapturous delusion they believe,
As round the camp his eye, distracted, roves, That to behold and solemnize their fate
No limits to destruction. Now is seen

The goddesses are present on the hills
Aurora, mounting from her eastern hill

With celebrating lyres. In thought serene In rosy sandals, and with dewy locks.

Leonidas the kind deception bless'd, The winds subside before her; darkness flies; Nor undeceiv'd his saldiers. After all A stream of light proclaims the cheerful day, Th’incessant labours of the horrid night, [pares Which sees at Xerxes' tent the conqu’ring bands, Through blood, throngh fames continu’d, he preAll reunited. What could Fortune more

In order'd battle to confront the pow'rs To aid the valiant, what to gorge revenge? Of Hyperanthes from the upper straits. Lo! Desolation o'er the adverse host

Not long the Greeks in expectation wait Hath empty'd all her terrours. Ev'n the hand Impatient. Sudden with tumultuous shouts Of languid Slaughter dropt the crimson steel; Like Nile's rude current, where in deafʼning roar Nor Nature longer can sustain the toil

Prone from the steep of Elephantis falls

A sea of waters, Hyperanthes pours

Then with his dire associates through the deep His chosen numbers on the Grecian camp

For spoil and slaughter guides the savage prow. Down froin the hills precipitant. No foes

Him dogs will rend ashore. From Medus far,
He finds. The Thebans join hiin. In his van Their native current, two bold brothers died,
They march conductors. On, the Persians roll Sisamnes and Tithraustes, potent lords
In martial thunder through the sounding pass.

Of rich domains. On these Mithrines grey,
They issue forth impetuous from its mouth. Cilician prince, Lilæus, who had left
That moment Sparta's leader gave the sign; The balmy fragrance of Arabia's fields,
When, as th' impulsive ram in forceful sway With Babylonian Tenagon, expir’d.
O’erturns a nodding rampart from its base,

The growing carnage Hyperanthes views
And strews a town with ruin, so the band

Indignant, fierce in vengeful ardour strides Of ferry'd heroes down the Malian steep,

Against the victor. Each his lance protends, Tremendous depth, the mix'd battalions swept But Asia's numbers interpose their shields, Of Thebes and Persia. There no waters flow'd. Solicitous to guard a prince rever'd: Abrupt and naked all was rock beneath.

Or thither Fortune whelm'd the tide of war, Leonidas, incens’d, with grappling strength His term protracting for augmented fame. Dash'd Anaxander on a pointed crag ;

So two proud vessels, lab'ring on the foam, Compos'd, then gave new orders. At the word Present for battle their destructive beaks; His phalanx, wheeling, penetrates the pass. When ridgy seas, by hurricanes uptorn, Astonish'd Persia stops in full career.

In mountaneous commotion dash between, Ex'n Hyperanthes shrinks in wonder back. And either deck, in black’ning tempests veild, Confusion drives fresh numbers from the shore. Waft from its distant foe. More fiercely burn'd The Malian onze o'erwhelms them. Sparta's king Thy spirit, mighty Spartan. Such dismay Still presses forward, till an open breadth Relax'd thy foes, that each barbarian heart Of fifty paces yields his front extent

Resign'd all hopes of victory. The steeds To proffer battle. Hyperanthes soon

Of day were climbing their meridian height. Recalls his warriors, dissipates their fears. Continu'd shouts of onset from the pass Swift on the great Leonidas a cloud [close. Resounded o'er the plain. Artuchus heard. Of darts is show'rd. Th' encount’ring armies When first the spreading tumult had alarm'd

Who first, sublimest hero, felt thy arm? His distant quarter, starting from repose, What rivers heard along their echoing banks He down the valley of Spercheos rush'd Thy name, in curses sounded from the lips

To aid his regal master. Asia's camp Of noble mothers, wailing for their sons ?

He found the seat of terrour and despair. What towns with empty monuments were fill'd As in some fruitful clime, which late hath known For those, whom thy unconquerable sword

The rage of winds and floods, although the storin This day to vultures cast? First Bessus died, Be heard no longer, and the deluge fled, A hanghty satrap, whose tyrannic sway

Still o'er the wasted region Nature mourns Despoil'd Hyrcania of her golden sheaves, In melancholy silence; through the grove And laid her forests waste. For bim the bees With prostrate glories lie the stately oak, Among the branches interwove their sweets; Th’ uprooted helm and beach; the plain is spread For him the fig was ripen'd, and the vine

With fragments, swept from villages o'erthrown, In rich profusion o'er the goblet foam'd.

Around the pastures flocks and herds are cast Then Dinis bled. On Hermus' side he reign'd; In dreary piles of death: so Persia's host He long assiduous, unavailing woo'd

In terrour mute one boundless scene displays The martial queen of Caria. She disdain'd Of devastation. Half-devour'd by fire, A lover's soft complaint. Her rigid ear

Her tall pavilions, and her martial cars, Was fram'd to watch the tempest while it rag'd, Deform the wide encampment. Here in gore Her eye accustom'd on the rolling deck

Her princes welter, nameless thousands there, To brave the turgid billow. Near the shore Not victims all to Greeks. In gasping heaps She now is present in her pinnace light.

Barbarians, mangled by barbarians, showd The spectacle of glory crouds her breast

The wild confusion of that direful night; With diffrent passions. Valiant, she applauds When, wanting siguals, and a leader's care, The Grecian valour ; faithful, she laments They rush'd'on mutual slaughter. Xerxes' tent ller sad presage of Persia; prompts her son On its exalted summit, when the dawn To emulation of the Greeks in arms,

First streak'd the orient sky, was wout to bear And of herself in loyalty. By Pate

The golden form of Mithra, clos'd between Is she reserv'd to signalize that day

Two lucid crystals. This the gen'ral host Of future shame, when Xerxes must behold Observ'd, their awful signal to arrange The blood of nations overflow his decks,

In arms complete, and numberless to watch And to their bottom tinge the briny floods

Their monarch's rising. This conspicuous blaze Of Salamis; whence she with Asia Aies,

Artuchus places in th' accustom'd seat. She only not inglorious. Low reclines

As, after winds have ruffed by a storm Her lover now, on Hermus to repeat

The plumes of darkness, when her welcome face Her name no more, nor tell the vocal groves The Morning lifts serene, each wary swain His fruitless sorrows. Next Maduces fell,

Collects his Rock dispers'd; the neighing steed, A Paphlagonian. Born amid the sound

The herds forsake their shelter: all return Of chasing surges, and the roar of winds,

To well-known pastures, and frequented streams : He o'er th' inhospitable Euxin foam

So now this cheering signal on the tent Was wont from high Carambis' rock to ken Revives each leader. From inglorious flight ill-fated keels, which cut the Pontic stream, Their scatter'd bands they call, their wonted ground

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