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Resume, and hail Artuchus. From their swarms Swift he discharges on the Sacian's front
A pond'rous blow, which burst the scatter'd brain. Fell shouts in horrid dissonance precede.
Down his own limbs meantime a torrent flows His phalanx swift Leonidas commands
Of vital crimson. Smiling, he reflects To circle backward from the Malian bay.
On sorrow finish'd, on his Spartan name, Their order changes. Now, half-orb'd, they stand Renewid in lustre. Sudden to his side By Eta's fence protected from behind,
Springs Dithyrambus. Through th' uplifted arm With either flank united to the rock.
Of Mindus, pointing a malignant dart As by the excelling architect dispos'd,
Against the dying Spartan, he impellid To shield some haven, a stupendous mole,
His spear. The point with violence unspent, Fram'd of the grove and quarry's mingled strength, Urg'd by such vigour, reach'd the Persian's throat In ocean's bosom penetrates afar:
Above his corselet. Polydorus stretch'd There, pride of art, immoveable it looks
His languid hand to Thespia's friendly youth, On Eolus and Neptune; there defies
Then bow'd his head in everlasting peace. Those potent gods combin'd: unyielding thus, While Mindus, wasted by his streaming wound, The Grecians stood a solid mass of war
Beside bim faints and dies. la flow'ring prime Against Artuchus, join'd with numbers new He, lord of Colchis, from a bride was toru To Hyperanthes. In the foremost rank
His tyrant's hasty mandate to obey. Leonidas his dreadful station held.
She tow'rd the Euxin sends her plaintive sighs ; Around him soon a spacious void was seen
She woos in tender piety the winds : By Night, or slaughter in the Persian van.
Vain is their favour; they can never breathe In gen'rous shame and wrath Artuchus burns, On his returning sail. At once a crowd Discharging full at Lacedæmon's chief
Of eager Persians seize the victor's spear. An iron-studded mace. It glanc'd aside,
One of his nervous hands retains it fast. Turn'd by the massy buckler. Prone to earth The other bares his falcbion. Wounds and death The satrap fell. Alcander aim'd his point, He scatters round. Sosarmes feels his arm Which had transfix'd him prostrate on the rock, Lopt from the shoulder. Zatis leaves entwin'd But for th' immediate succour he obtain'd
His fingers round the long-disputed lance. From faithful soldiers, lifting on their shields On Mardon's reins descends the pond'rous blade, A cbief belov'd. Not such Alcander's lot.
Which half divides his body. Pheron strides An arrow wounds his heart. Sapine he lies, Across the pointed ash. His weight o'ercomes The only Theban, who to Greece preserv'd The weary'd Thespian, who resigns his hold; Unviolated faith. Physician sage,
But cleaves th' elate barbarian to the brain. On pure Cithæron healing herbs to cull
Abrocomes darts forward, shakes his steel, Was he accustom'd, to expatiate o'er
Whose lightning threatens death. The wary Greek The Heliconian pastures, where no plants
Wards with his
sword the well-directed stroke, Of poison spring, of juice salubrious all,
Then, closing, throws the Persian. Now what aid
Of Teribazus. Eager to avenge
Outstretch'd, the sword of Hyperanthes pass'd
Him shall the Thespian maidens in their songs Surpassing all of Cissian race, advanc'd
Record once loveliest of the youthful train,
For dignity of growth some royal dome,
Diomedon bursts forward. Round his friend
Ere from a Cissian's prostrate body freed, Of Polydorus falls the pond'rous ax
Their poud'rous maces all discharge. It broke. Of Sacian Mardus. From the yielding wood Still with a shatter'd truncheon he maintains The steely point is severd. Undismay'd, Unequal fight. Impetuous through his eye The Spartan stoops to rear the knotted mace, The well-aim'd fragment penetrates the brain Left by Artuchus; but thy fatal blade,
Of one bold warrior; there the splinter'd wood, Abrocomes, that dreadful instant watch'd
Infix'd, remains. The hero last unsheaths To rend his op'ning side. Unconquer'd still His falchion broad. A second sees aghast
His entrails open'd. Sever'd from a third, The javelin, dart, and arrow all combine
Keen-pointed lightnings pierce th'encrusted snow;
And Winter, beating with eternal war,
His rapid lance Abrocomes in vain
Athwart the dang'rous blow, whose fury wastes
Sheer through the parted bone. He sidelong falls.
Of tortur'd life. Leonidas persists;
Demophilus, Megistias: they o'er piles
Of Allarodian and Sasperian dead
The foremost rank of Asia stands and bleeds;
The rest recoil : but Hyperanthes swift
From band to band his various host pervades,
Proud of his wealthy stores, his stately domes,
More proud in recent victory: his might
Had foild Platæa's chief. Before the front
He strides impetuous. His triumphant mace
And breaks the Spartan's shoulder. Idle hangs
Of both his hands, high brandishing the mace,
He mutilates the foe. A Sacian chief
Springs on the victor. Jaxartes' banks
His look erect, his bold deportment spoke
Of rude barbarians, horrid as their clime.
Which, upward borne, o'erturnd his iron cone. Among tyrannic satraps. Phrygia pin'd
Black o'er bis forehead fall the naked locks Beneath th' oppression of bis ruthless sway. They aggravate his fury: while his foe Her soil had once been fruitful. Once her towns Repeats the stroke, and penetrates his chest. Were populous and rich. The direful change Th’ intrepid Sacian through his breast and back To naked fields and crumbling roofs, declar'd Receives the griding steel. Along the staff Th’ accurs'd Ampbistreus govern'd. As the spear He writhes his tortur’d body; in his grasp Of Tyrian Cadmus rivetted to earth
A barbed arrow from his quiver shakes; The pois'nous dragon, whose infectious breath Deep in the streaming throat of Agis hides Had blasted all Bæotia; so the king,
The deadly point; then grimly smiles and dies. On prone Amphistreus trampling, to the rock From him fate hastens to a nobler prey, Nails down the tyrant, and the fractur'd staff Dieneces. His updefended frame Leaves in his panting body. But the blood, The shield abandons, sliding from his arm. Great hero, dropping from thy wound, revives His breast is gor'd by javelins. On the foe The bopes of Persia. Thy unyielding arm He hurls them back, extracted from bis wounds. Upbolds the conflict still. Against thy shield Life, yieldivy slow to destiny, at length The various weapons shiver, and thy feet
Forsakes his riven heart; nor less in death' With glitt'ring points surround. The Lydian sword, Thermopylæ he graces, than before The Persian dagger, leave their shatter'd hilts; By martial deeds and conduct. What can stem Bent is the Caspian scimitar: the lance,
The barb'rous torrent ? Ayis bleeds. His spcar
Lies useless, irrecoverably plung'd
Beneath it pass'd the weapon, which his targe In Jaxartes' body. Low reclines
Encumber'd. Hopes of conquest and renown Dieneces. Leonidas himself,
Elate his courage. Sudden he directs O'erlabourd, wounded, with his dinted sword His rapid javelin to the Spartan's throat. The rage of war can exercise no more.
But he his wary buckler upward rais'd, One last, one glorious effort age performs.
Which o'er his shoulder turn'd the glancing steel ; Demophilus, Megistias join their might.
For one last effort then his scatter'd strength They check the tide of conquest; while the spear Collecting, levell’d with resistless force Of slain Dieneces to Sparta's chief
The massive orb, and dash'd its brazen verge The fainting Agis bears. The pointed ash, Full on the Persian's forehead. Down he sunk, In that dire hand for battle rear'd anew,
Without a groan expiring, as o'erwhelm'd Blasts ev'ry Persian's valour. Back in heaps Beneath a marble fragment, from its seat They roll, confounded, by their gen'ral's voice Heav'd by a whirlwind, sweeping o'er the ridge In vain exhorted longer to endure
Of some aspiring mansion. Gen'rous prince! The ceaseless waste of that unconquer'd arm. What could his valour more ? His single might So, when the giants from Olympus chas'd
He match'd with great Leonidas, and fell Th’inferior gods, themselves in terrour shund Before his native bands. The Spartan king Th’incessant streams of lightning, where the hand Now stands alone. In heaps his slaughter'd friends, Of Heav'n's great father with eternal might All stretch'd around bim, lie. The distant foes Sustain'd the dreadful conflict. O'er the field Show'r on his head innumerable darts, Awhile Bellona gives the battle rest;
From various sluices gush the vital floods; When Thespia's leader and Megistias drop They stain his fainting limbs. Nor yet with pain At either side of Lacedæmon's king.
His brow is clouded; but those beauteous wounds, Beneath the weight of years and labour bend The sacred pledges of his own renown, The hoary warriors. Not a groan molests
And Sparta's safety, in serenest joy
No brighter lanrels round his glorious head;
to the public exacuy copied from her father's maTo mark, how lovely are the patriot's wounds, nuscript, except what regards the punctuation, and And see those honours on the breast he lov'd. introdintion of now and then a connective word,
But Hyperanthes from the trembling ranks inserted by the good offices of a friend. The poem Of Asia tow'rs, inflexibly resolv'd
was not finished early enough before Mr. Glover's The Persian glory to redeem, or fall.
decease for him to revise it, as he intended; yet, The Spartan, worn by toil, his languid arm incorrect as it may be for want of such revisal, the Uplifts once more. He waits the dauntless prince. editor fatters herself that it will be favourably reThe heroes now stand adverse. Each awhile ceived as the genuine work of an author, who was Restrains his valour. Each, admiring, views ever distinguished by public approbation. An His godlike foe. At length their brandish'd points earnest desire of doing honour to the meinory of a Provoke the contest, fated soon to close
deceased parent, and also of gratifying the literary The long-continu'd horrours of the day.
world with the sequel to Leonidas, which the preFix'd in amaze and fear, the Asian throng,
sent poem contains, and which together includes
Earth her groan
The Persians vanquisb’d, Greece from bondage Redoubles. Trembling, from their covert gaze Tbe death of great Leonidas aveng'd (sav'd, The savage inmates of surrounding woods
By Attic virtue-celebrate, O Muse! In distant terrour. By the vary'd art
A burning ray the summer solstice cast, Of either chief the dubious combat long
Th’Olympiad was proclaim'd; when Xerxes pourd Its great event retarded. Now his lance
His millions through Thermopylæ, new-stain'd Far through the hostile shield Laconia's king With blood. From Athens, Æschylus divine Impelld. Aside the Persian swung his arm. In genius, arts, and valour, musing dcep
On his endanger'd country's future doom, Electing bim their chief. Five times the Sun Repairs, invited by an evening still,
Renew'd his orbit, five successive nights To clear llissus, Attic stream renown'd.
The Moon enlarg'd her crescent, ere they reach'd Beneath au oak, in solitary state
Phæbean Delphi, seated on a rock Apart, itself a wood, the hero's limbs
Abrupt, sublime. Yet thence the curious eye On tufted moss repose. He grasps the lyre; Must upward look to meet the summits blue Unfolded scrolls voluminous he spreads
Of double-toppd Parnassus, where the god
Barbarian violence profane. Consum'd
A burning mass of embers. Wrapt in smoke, With drowsy murinur won his eye to sleep, With cinders strewn, so glows the region round But left his fancy waking. In a dream
Portentous Ætna, or Vesuvius dire, The god of day, with full meridian blaze,
Death's flaming cauldrons ; when their stony ribs Seemd to assume his function o'er the skies; And min'ral bowels, liquefied by fire, When, lo! the Earth divided: through the cleft O'erwhelm the fields, by Nature left unbless'd, A gush of radiance dimm’d the noon-tide Sun. Alone unbless'd of all Sicania's bound, In structure all of diamond, self pois'd,
Or lovely-fac'd Hesperia. Dubious here Amid redundant light a chariot hung
Th’ Athenians halt, while fierce the sultry noon Triumphal. Twelve transparent horses breath'd Inflames the sky. From Delphi's open gates, Beams from their nostrils, dancing beams of day To Attic eyes no stranger, Timon comes, Shook from their manes. In lineaments of man, Sage priest of Phoebus, magistrate unsoilld, Chang'd to immortal, there the mighty soul The public host of Athens, to the plain Of Sparta's king apparent shone. His wounds Descending swift with followers who bear Shot forth a splendour like the clust'ring stars, His buckler, spear, and armour. On his head Which on Orion's chest and limbs proclaim Were ashes sprinkled: rent, his garb presag'd Hin first of constellations. Round in cars
Some black disaster. " What malignant dart Of triumph too arrang'd, the stately forms Of fortune wounds thee?” Æschylus aloud, Of those whom virtue led to share his doom, While by the hand Cecropia's bost he press'd. And consecrate Thermopylæ to fame.
To him the Delphian : “ From deserted roofs, Pines tipp d with lightning seem'd their spears; Depopulated streets, I come to hail their shields
Thee, pund by hospitable ties my friend, Broad like Minerva's ægis: from their helms Thee, dear to Phæbus, by Minerva grac'd, An empyreal brightness stream'd abroad :
Thy country's goddess. Me thou often saw'st Ineffable felicity their eyes,
A parent bless'd in Amarantha's bloom, Their fronts the majesty of gods display'd. Yet ripe in virtue. , Her, presenting pray'r Erect the glorious shape began to speak
With votive flow'rs before Minerva's shrine, In accents louder than a bursting cloud
This very hour barbarians have enthrallid, Pentelicus, Hymettus seem'd to shake
Borne in my sigbt precipitate away.
How shall I meet thee, and the tidings bear
To violation doom'd? Yet more: the rage
Of these invaders, who have spoild our fields, There in thy own celestial strains rehearse, Defac'd our temples, driv'n to shelt'ring caves, Before that concourse wide, our deeds and fate. To pathless cliffs, our populace dismay'd, Let our example general Greece inspire
Is now ascending to insult the fane, To face her danger; let the Spartan shield With sacrilegious violence to seize Protect th’ Athenians, else I died in vain.”
Th’ accumulated off'rings by the great The brilliant vision, now dispersing, leaves And good from age to age devoted there." The wond'ring bard. He, starting, in his ken He scarce had finish'd, when the Earth beneath Discerns no other than the real scene
Rock'd from her centre in convulsive throes; Of shadows brown from close embow'ring wood, From pole to pole th' ethereal concave groan'd : Than distant mountains, and the spangled face Night from her. cavern with gigantic steps Of Heav'n, reflected from the silver stream. Bestrode the region, lifting high as Heav'n But pensive, brood ng o'er his country's fate, Her broad, infernal palm, whose umbrage hides His step he turns. Themistocles, who rul'd The throne of light; while, glancing through the Athenian councils, instant he accosts
Of her black mantle, overlaid with clouds, [rifts With large recital of his awful dream.
Blue vapours trail'd their fires. The double head “ Obey the mandate,” cries the chief: “ alarm Of tall Parnassus reeling, from the crag Th’Olympian concourse : from the Delphian port Unloos’d two fragments ; mountainous in bulk, Of Cirrha sail for Elis: on thy way
They roll to Delphi with a crasbing sound, Consult Apollo in the state's behalf,
Like thunder nigh, whose burst of ruin strikes Which to that function nominates thy worth: The shatter'd ear with horrour. Thus the bard Of Xerxes' march intelligence obtain."
Unmov'd, while round bim ev'ry face is pale: This said, they parted.
Æschylus by dawn “ Not on our heads these menaces are thrown Commenc'd his progress, join’d by numbers arm'd, By ireful Nature, and portentous Heav'n; Like him to Pisa's barrier destin'd all,
Th' unrighteous now, th' oppressor of mankind, VOL XVII.
The sacrilegious, in this awful hour
The righteous Aristides from your walls Alone should feel dismay. My Delphian host, Through jealousy of merit is expell’d;. Who knows but thund'ring Jove's prophetic son Themistocles the cause. Himself, though great, Now vindicates his altar; in his name
Yet envious, and ambitious that his light
May blaze unrivall'd, of th’ Athenian state
Her efforts, on the neighb'ring isthmus rears
A partial bulwark, leaving balf the Greeks,
O'erlooks my suff'rings. Feeling what I fear He spake, advancing with his holy friend For thee and others, I must droop, my friend." To battle. Shiv'ring at their own misdeed,
To him the bard, in these sententious strains : At heav'n-inflicted punishment, the foes,
“Not endless sunshine is the lot of man, Unnerv’d, distracted, unresisting, deem'd
Nor ever-blooming seasons. Night succeeds The warriors two celestials from above,
The day, as day the night: rude Winter frowns, Cas'd in Vulcanian panoply, to wage
Fair Summer smiles. Thus variable the mind, The war of gods. The whole Athenian train Not less than human fortune, feels the strife In equal fervour with barbarian blood
Of truth and errour, which alternate reign
Herself and Greece, will retribution pay
The mist of errour with a glorious blaze.
They move, and, passing by Minerva's grove, A Persian youth to mercy, who his shield
Two monuments of terrour see. There stopp'd And sword surrenders. “ Persian, dost thou hope The massy fragments, from Parnassus rent: Thy flow'ring bloom shall ripen to enjoy
An act of Nature, by some latent cause A length of days ?" (severe his victor spake) Disturb'd. Tremendous o'er barbarian ranks “ Then to my questions utter words sincere. The ruins down the sacred way bad rollid, Reveal thy name, thy father's., Where encamps Leaving its surface horrible to sight; The host of Xerxes? Whither doth he point Such as might startle war's remorseless god, His inroad next? To violate this fane
And shake his heart of adamant. Not long By his appointment was thy youth compellid ? This blood-congealing spectacle detains Last, if thou know'st, what impious savage tore The troop, which swiftly to the Pythian dome The Delphian maiden from Minerva's shrine?” Press their ascending steps. The martial bard
The Persian answers with a crimson'd cheek, First, as erjoin'd by holy form, to scenes With eyes in tears—" Ah ! little now avails Far diff'rent, sweet Castalia's fount and grove, Th' illustrious current of Argestes' blood
Resorts, with pure ablution to redeem To me a captive, less the name I bear
From dust and slaughter his polluted limbs, Of Artamanes. By the king's decree
To holy eyes obscene. Beside the fane, That we were sent, that I unwilling came,
Within a flow'ring bosom of the hill, Is truth sincere. Our leader slain, the heaps Through veins of rock beneath embow'ring shade, Of these disfigur'd carcasses have made
The rills divine replenish, as they flow, Their last atonement to th' insulted god.
A cavity of marble. O'er the brim, The king in rich Orchomenus I left;
In slender sheets of liquid crystal, down Who through Baotia meditates to march
They fall barmonious. Plistus takes below Against th’ Athenians. He, alas! who seiz'd To his smooth bed their tribute. Plunging there The beauteous virgin at Minerva's shrine,
In deep obscurity of wood, whose roof He is my brother, eldest of the race,
With ridgy verdure meets the low-bent eye Far bence secure; while captive here I mourn From that stupendous cliff, his current winds His heinous outrage, and my own disgrace.” Through shade awhile; thence issuing large in view,
Addressing Timon, here Cecropia's bard: Refreshes grateful meads, by mountains edg'd, “ Preserve this youth a hostage for thy child : Which terininate on Cirrha, Delphian port. He seems deserving; thee I know humane. Beyond her walls blue Neptune spreads his face Now to Apollo's temple be my guide.
Far as Achaia's wide expanse of coast, Still dost thou droop?”-“O Æschylus,” exclaims With tow'rs and cities crown'd. The marble fount Desponding Timon, “ from the woes begun On either side is skirted thick by groves This day in Delphi, I to Athens trace
Of ancient laurel with luxuriant arms, A series black with evil. Lo! the wise,
In glossy green attird. There Phæbus, pride