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Resume, and hail Artuchus. From their swarms Swift he discharges on the Sacian's front
A force he culls. Thermopylæ be seeks.

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
Which vipers, winding in their verdant track, Of inortal force, or interposing Heav'n,
Drink and expel the venom from their tooth, Preserves the eastern hero? Lo! the friend
Dipt in the sweetness of that soil divine.

Of Teribazus. Eager to avenge
On him the brave Artontes sinks in death, That lov'd, that lost companion, and defend
Renown'd through wide Bithynia, ne'er again A brother's life, beneath the sinews arm,
The clam'rous rites of Cybele to share ;

Outstretch'd, the sword of Hyperanthes pass'd
While Eeho murmurs through the hollow caves Through Dithyrambus. All the strings of life
Of Berecynthian Dindymus. The strength At once relax; por fame, nor Greece demand
Of Alpheus sent him to the shades of night. More from his valour. Prostrate now he lies
Ere from the dead was disengag'd the spear, In glories, ripen'd on his blooming head.
Huge Abradates, glorying in his might,

Him shall the Thespian maidens in their songs Surpassing all of Cissian race, advanc'd

Record once loveliest of the youthful train,
To grapple; planting firın his foremost step, The gentle, wise, beneficent, and brave,
The victor's throat he grasp'd. At Nemea's games Grace of his lineage, and his country's boast,
The wrestler's chaplet Alpheus had obtain'd. Now fall’n. Elysium to his parting soul
He summons all his art. Oblique the stroke Uncloses. So the cedar, which supreme
Of his swift foot supplants the Persian's heel. Among the groves of Libanus hath tow'rd,
He, falling, clings by Alpheus' neck, and drags Uprooted, low'rs his graceful top, preferr'd
His foe upon him. In the Spartan's back

For dignity of growth some royal dome,
Enray'd barbarians fix their thronging spears. Or Heav'n-devoted fabric to adorn.
To Abradates' chest the weapons pass;

Diomedon bursts forward. Round his friend
They rivet both in death. This Maron sees, He heaps destruction. Troops of wailing ghosts
This Polydorus, frowning. Victims, strewn Attend thy shade, fall’n hero! Long prevail'd
Before their vengeance, bide their brother's corse. His furious arm in vengeance uncontroll'd;
At length the gen'rous blood of Maron warms Till four Assyrians on his shelving spear,
The sword of Hyperanthes. On the spear

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

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His entrails open'd. Sever'd from a third, The javelin, dart, and arrow all combine
The head, steel-cas'd, descends. In blood is rolla| Their fruitless efforts. From Alcides sprung,
The grisly beard. That effort breaks the blade Thou standst unshaken like a Thracian hill,
Short from its bilt. The Grecian stands disarm’d. Like Rhodope, or Hæmus; where in vain
The fourth, Astaspes, proud Chaldæan lord, The thund'rer plants his livid bolt; in vain
Is nigh. He lifts his iron-plated mace.

Keen-pointed lightnings pierce th'encrusted snow;
This, while a cluster of auxiliar friends

And Winter, beating with eternal war,
Hang on the Grecian shield, to earth depress'd, Shakes from his dreary wings discordant storms,
Loads with unerring blows the batter'd helm ; Chill sleet, and clatt'ring hail. Advancing bold,
Till on the ground Diomedon extends

His rapid lance Abrocomes in vain
His mighty limbs. So, weaken'd by the force Aims at the forehead of Laconia's chief.
Of some tremendous engine, which the hand He, not unguarded, rears his active blade
Of Mars impells, a citadel, high-tow'r'd,

Athwart the dang'rous blow, whose fury wastes
Whence darts, and fire, and ruins long have aw'd Above his crest in air. Then, swiftly wheel’d,
Begirding legions, yields at last, and spreads T'he pond'rous weapon cleaves the Persian's knee
Its disuniting ramparts on the ground;

Sheer through the parted bone. He sidelong falls.
Joy fills th' assailants, and the battle's tide Crush'd on the ground beneath contending feet,
Whelms o'er the widening breach: the Persian thus Great Xerxes' brother yields the last remains
O'er the late-feard Diomedon advanc'd

Of tortur'd life. Leonidas persists;
Against the Grecian remnant: when behold Till Agis calls Dieneces, alarins
Leonidas. At once their ardour froze.

Demophilus, Megistias: they o'er piles
He had awhile behind his friends retird,

Of Allarodian and Sasperian dead
Oppress'd by labour. Pointless was his spear, Haste to their leader: they before him raise
His buckler cleft. As, overworn by storins, The brazen bulwark of their massy shields.
A vessel steers to some protecting bay;

The foremost rank of Asia stands and bleeds;
Then, soon as timely gales, inviting, curl

The rest recoil : but Hyperanthes swift
The azure floods, to Neptune shows again

From band to band his various host pervades,
Her masts apparellid fresh in shrouds and sails, Their drooping hopes rekindles, in the brave
Which court the vig'rous wind: so Sparta's king, New fortitude excites: the frigid heart
In strength repair'd, a spear and buckler new Of fear he warms. Astaspes first obeys,
Presents to Asia. From her bleeding ranks Vain of his birth, from ancient Belus drawn,
Hydarnes, arg'd by destiny, approach'd.

Proud of his wealthy stores, his stately domes,
He, proudly vaunting, left an infant race,

More proud in recent victory: his might
A spouse lamenting on the distant verge

Had foild Platæa's chief. Before the front
Of Bactrian Ochus. Victory in vain

He strides impetuous. His triumphant mace
He, partiog, promis'd. Wanton bope will sport Against the brave Dieneces he bends.
Round his cold heart no longer. Grecian spoils, The weighty blow bears down th’ opposing shield,
Imagin'd triumphs, picturil on his mind,

And breaks the Spartan's shoulder. Idle hangs
Fate will erase for ever. Through the targe, The weak defence, and loads th’inactive arın,
The thick-mail'd corselet his divided chest Depriv'd of ev'ry function. Agis bares
Of bony strength admits the hostile spear. His vengeful blade. At two well-leveli'd strokes
Iconidas draws back the steely point,

Of both his hands, high brandishing the mace,
Bent and enfeebled by the forceful blow.

He mutilates the foe. A Sacian chief
Meantime within his buckler's rim, unseen

Springs on the victor. Jaxartes' banks
Amphistreus stealing, in th’unguarded flank To this brave savage gave his name and birth.
His dagger struck. In slow effusion ooz'd

His look erect, his bold deportment spoke
The blood, from Hercules deriv'd; but death A gallant spirit, but untam'd by laws,
Not yet had reach'd his mark. Th’indignant king With dreary wilds familiar, and a race
Gripes irresistibly the Persian's throat.

Of rude barbarians, horrid as their clime.
He drags him prostrate. False, corrupt, and base, From its direction glanc'd the Spartan spear,
Fallacious, fell, pre-eminent was he

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
Their parting spirits; but in death's calm night His closing eye contemplates. Fame can twine
All-silent sinks each venerable bead:

No brighter lanrels round his glorious head;
Like aged oaks, whose deep-descending roots His virtue more to labour Fate forbids,
Had pierc'd resistless through a craggy slope; And lays him now in honourable rest
There during three long centuries have bravid To seal his country's liberty by death.
Malignant Eurus, and the boist'rous norih;
Till bare and sapless by corroding time,
Without a blast their mossy trunks recline
Before their parent hill. Not one remains,

THE ATHENAID.
But Agis, near Leonidas, whose band
The last kind office to his friend performs,
Extracts the Sacian's arrow. Life, releas'd,
Pours forth in crimson floods. O Agis, pale

ADVERTISEMENT.
Thy placid features, rigid are thy limbs ;
They lose their graces. Dimm'd, thy eyes reveal The Athenaid, written by the late Richard Glover,
The native goodness of thy heart no more. esq. ; was left by him, among other literary works,
Yet other graces spring. "The voble corse to Miss Glorer (now Mrs. Halsey) who presents it
Leonidas surveys. A pause he finds

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
Uomov'd and silent, on their bucklers pause. the most brilliant period of the Grecian history,
Thus on the wastes of India, while the Earth are the motives for her publication.
Beneath him groans, the elephant is seen,
His huge proboscis writhing, to defy
The strong rhinoceros, whose pond'rous horn

BOOK I.
Is newly whetted on a rock. Anon
Each hidevus bulk encounters.

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

A POEM.

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
Along the ground : high lays repeating thence, Oracular is worshipp'd. Here they trac'd
Leonidas the Spartan he extols,

Barbarian violence profane. Consum'd
And sweeps th' accordant strings. To closing day Were hainlets, temples levell’d to the dust,
He bade farewell, and hail'd th' ascending stars The statues broken, each religious bow'r
In music long continued: till the stream

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.
Through all their quarries, and llissus beat O wife lamented, gather'd in thy prime
His shudd'ring banks in tumult—“ Thou, whose By ruthless Pluto! in Elysian groves
Muse

How shall I meet thee, and the tidings bear
Commands th' immortalizing trump of Fame, Of thy lost child, to servitude a prey,
Go to the sage Hellanodics, the just

To violation doom'd? Yet more: the rage
Elëan judges of Olympian palms;

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.

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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
Now calls the turbid elements to war?

May blaze unrivall'd, of th’ Athenian state
What shrieks of terrour fill thy native streets ! Extinguishes the brightest. Sparta shows,
The hills with barb'rous dissonance of cries, At this dread crisis, how the hearts of men
The caverns howl. Athenians, be prepar'd, By selfish cares and falsehood are depravid.
Best so when arm’d: then, Timon, case thy limbs; She to the land of Pelops still confines
The season teems with prodigy. Secure

Her efforts, on the neighb'ring isthmus rears
In conscious virtue, let us calmly watch

A partial bulwark, leaving balf the Greeks,
The mighty birth. By Heav'n! through yonder gate Your noble seat, this oracle, expos'd
The foes are driven ; confusion, wild despair, To devastation : little she regards
With panic dread pursue them: friends, embrace Our god profan'd, our progeny enslav'd;
Th'auspicious moment; lift your pious blades, Her chief, Pausanias, arrogant and stern,
Ye chosen men, auxiliars to a god!”

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
Distain their weapons. So from forests drear, The arbiters of Nature. Dark the deed,
When barren winter binds the foodful Earth, A deed of gloomy night, when envy forc'd
Enrag'd by famine, trooping wolves invade The best Athenian from his natal roof:
A helpless village; unwithstood, they range But light will soon return. Though Sparta break
With greedy fangs, and dye with human gore Her promise pledg’d; though false Boeotia prop
The snow-envelop'd ways. The Delphian race, A foreign throne; still Athens will sustain
By fear so lately to the neighb'ring hills

Herself and Greece, will retribution pay
And caves restrain'd, forsake their shelt’ring holds; To Aristides, and her morn dispel
In clusters rushing on the foes dismay'd,

The mist of errour with a glorious blaze.
Accomplish'd their defeat. Th’ Athenian chief No more--my duty calls me to the fane."
Triumphant, red with massacre, admits

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

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