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Of Parian quarries, stands a form divine, My joy, my hope are vanish'd; and the hand, In act to draw an arrow from the case
Which lays me breathless, will befriend me best.” Loose hanging o'er his shoulder; and in look Th’ Athenian here: “ Unmanly is despair, Serene, but stern : his worshippers to guard, A noxious weed, whose growth, my Delphian host, As if the Pythian serpent were in sight,
Let courage wither. Phæbus hath denounc'd He meditates the combat. Here disarm’d, The waste of Athens. Hopeful I forebode, His limbs from all th' impurities of Mars
That prouder walls and battlements will lift Th’ Athenian purges. Menial care supplies Their heads for ages; and that eye of Greece A garment silver-wbite: an olive branch
With inextinguishable ray surpass
Of holy Delphi, should the foe return,
In holy rites, in arms and council tried,
“ Thou shalt conduct me, thou, my friendly star! Whose eleutherian might the tyrant dreads!
Meantime selected messengers I send, Bright pow'r of day, dispenser of that fire
The needful barks at Cirrha to prepare."
Now from the temple under Timon's roof
With Artamanes. Ready are the barks,
When, like the feather'd sojourners, who leave Thy wisdom, thy protection to implore !"
Their late abode on winter's bleak approach, Her tripod high the prophetess ascends : To wing their flight for climates more benign, Enthusiastic motion strains her form,
These with extended canvass quit the port, In flashes rolls her eyeballs, and bespreads And, doubling round Achaia, cut the main Her agitated front with floating hair.
To sacred Pisa. On their way the harp
Which on his banks Alpheus was to hear,
“Fly, wretched men, to Earth's extremest bound! Which harmonize his breath. If round the keel I see, I see th’ Acropolis in flames,
Of sweet Arion dolphins ever play'd, Your temples crumble, and your turrets nod: Or blithsome Nereids to the pleasing mood I see the blood run sable through your streets." Of Orpheus danc'd, while Argo plough'd the deep; All unabash’d, the hero firm replies:
They now had felt controlment as in bonds,
Disporting light, but rigid with amaze
The ear of Timon, languid by despair,
He seeks; recumbent, not reposing, there But shun the myriads of terrific horse,
Consumes the hours in pertinacious woe, Which on your fields an eastern Mars will range.” Which sheds no tear. If wearied Nature sinks,
She ceas d; th' Athenian notes her answer down: His sleep is troubled; visions of the night To one, the most entrusted of his train,
Appal his spirit; starting, be forsakes He gives the tablet. « Back to Athens fly," A thorny pillow; rushes on the deck He said ; “ the son of Neocles alone,
With lamentations to the midnight Moon. By his unbounded faculties, can pierce
Alarm'd, th’ Athenian chief approaching seiz'd The hidden sense of these mysterious strains ; On Timon's hand; with earnest looks inquir'd All which of Xerxes thou hast heard, report: Why thus complaining he disturbs the calm, I must depart to Elis.”—“Must thou go?" From his own pillow chasing due repose ? Dejected Timon then : “ what safety here
“ Ah ! I have seen my daughter,” he replies, Por me remains ? Barbarians will return;
“ Have seen her twice!"_" Where seen her ?" all My countrymen, dishearten'd as before,
distress'd Resort to caverns. Though the god hath sav'd Th’ Athenian questions.-"On a rock she stood, His shrine, the rest of Phocis lies a prey,
A naked rock,” the parent wild exclaims; Baotia, Locris, Doris, to the foe.
“ Unloos'd her zone, dishevelld was her hair; Yet what have I, O Æschylus ! to dread? The ravisher was nigh. On sight of me, I have no other child for savage force
Who no assistance from the shore could reach, To yiolate: in Amarantba lost,
O father, father! I am sham'd, deflower'd,
But here will end my sorrows and disgrace;' Triumphal toð arrang'd, the stately forms
Of those whom virtue led to share his doom,
And consecrate Thermopylæ to fame. Unwept, depriv'd of sepulture, to float.”
To me these words the glorious shape address'd: “ Illusion all!” the bard consoling spake; “ 'Go to the sage Hellanodics, the just The phantom offspring of distemper'd sleep.” Elean judges of Olympian palms:
“ A second time," the frantic sire pursues, In that wide concourse celebrate my death. “ Did Amarantha meet my aching sight;
Let my example gen'ral Greece inspire Then, like an eastern concubine attir'd,
To face her danger; let the Spartan shield Her head was blazon'd with barbaric gems; Protect th’ Athenians, else I died in vain’.” With golden gloss her wanton garment wav'd : Attention mute tb' Hellanodics command : With her despoiler hand in hand she walk'd, The thick’ning crowd is bush'd. The bard proceeds, Disclaim'd her father, and her father's gods. While inspiration swells his copious breast, Oh then I wish'd her on the waves again,
Flames in his eye, and thunders from his voice. To parch in winds, or sate some vulture's beak!" Parnassian Phæbus he invok'd, the pow'r
The youthful captive Artamanes, rous'd, Of prophecy and song. “ His aid is due Stands nigh in gen'rous tears. To him the bard: In celebration of the man who heard
Ingenuous Persian, check thy tears, and lend The oracle of Delphi, and obey'd. Thy hand benign: committed to his couch A king deriv'd from Hercules must die Him watch and succour.”—Hourly was perform’d For Lacedæmon. Who obedient heard ? The pious office; noblest Delphians round Leonidas: he left his household gods, Assist in tears; while now the moonlight twice His wife belov'd, his offspring ; at the gate Danc'd on the billows. On the second morn Of Greece, Thermopylæ, he fought, he fell : They land in Elis. Fame had gone before, With him what heroes ? Alpheus, Maron bled, Promulgating the valour which aveng'd
There Agis, there Dienieces, the seer The Delphian god, prophetic light to man, Megistias, bold Diomedon, the youth Ev'n more than Jove in Ammon's Libyan shrine Of Dithyrambus, Thespia's hoary chief, Or Dodonæan groves. A shining car
Demophilus ; for you they all expir'd : Waits on the shore; a herald there salutes Rise, Greeks, revenge their fall! in that revenge The warrior bard. “ Divine Athenian, hail ! Your laws, your manners, and religion sare. Hail, righteous captain of a righteous band ! You who aspire to these Olympic wreaths, These olive crowns to thee and them I bear; The brightest guerdon to a Grecian brow, So have the sage Hellanodics ordain'd,
Yet will you linger, till barbaric arms Who to their just tribunal through my voice Annihilate th’ Olympiad ? Not to die Invite thy presence.” Æschylus receives
Leonidas invites ; no, Greeks, to live! The victor's chaplet, and ascends the car.
Surmounting foes enervate by the dread Along Alpheus to th' Olympian lists
His death impress'd, to fill your cup of life He passes through spectators all array'd
With virtuous glory, to enjoy your hopes In garlands too, and num'rous like the flow'rs
In peace, in years and merit then mature Embellishing the river's fragrant sides,
Be his companions in eternal bliss.” Or like the pebbles in his murm'ring bed.
Such was the substance; but in swelling phrase
Flow'd his high-ton'd, enthusiastic song.
Innumerable mouths concurrent sound; For Lacedæmon? But he claims no more
“ To arms, to arms!” reply the pillard isles Than emulation from the sons of Greece,
Of Jove's Olympian temple : down his banks Like him to save their countries and their laws. To distant Neptune glad Alpheus wafts He bath his honours in the bless'd abodes; The glorious clamour. Through th' assembly vast From him I come deputed; hear in me
Meantime an elevated form is seen, Leonidas. A vision, as of gods,
With gracious gesture, animating look, To me, late slumb'ring on Ilisgus, rose;
Approaching: now before th' Elean thrones Iu semblance rose Leonidas, begirt
Of solemn judgment he majestic stands, With all the virtuous partners in his fate.
Known for the man by Themis plac'd in rank Before me Earth divided; through the cleft Above his fellow mortals; archon once A gushing radiance dimm'd the eye of noon. Of Athens, now an exile : him the chief In structure all of diamond, self-pois'd,
Among the grave Hellanodics address'd: Amid redundant light, a chariot hung
“ Hail, Aristides ! On th' Olympian games Triumphal. Twelve transparent horses breath'd Thy presence throws new dignity: what crown Beams from their nostrils, dancing beams of day Can they provide to equal thy desert ? Shook from their manes. In lineaments of man, While others court the prize of strength and skill, Chang'd to immortal, with a shape enlarg'd, Activity and valoor; in the lists A stature lengthen'd, there the mighty soul Of virtue only Aristides strives. Of Sparta's king apparent shone. His wounds With him on Earth competitor is none; Shot forth a starlike splendour., Round in cars Him Jove, sole perfect judge of gods and men,
Can recompense alone. He scornful views In time my father's treasure I remov'd,
Which with a hundred followers I bore
I found to all except of Pelops' isle; In feeble man to imitate in pow'r
Attention sole to build an isthmian wall: Th' inimitable gods ! On thee he casts
Pausanias, guardian to the minor king, An eye delighted; thee, by ev'ry tongue
Son of divine Leonidas, disdains Proclaim'd the just; thee, emulating Heav'n, Our just complaint: the Ephori confine Where mortals may, in goodness. Yet our voice To this contracted region all their care, Shall, what we can, decree dispraise to those Save Aėmnestus. Gen'rvus oft he mourn'd; Whose envy wrong'd that sacred head of thine.” In vain his torpid colleagues he reprov'd.
“ Forbear that censure,” Aristides spake : Disgusted there, I join'd these solemn games, “ Though liberty may err through jealous care,
Where in contention of the warlike spear That jealous care far oft'ner saves a state
I prov'd a victor. Olive-bound, my head Than injures private worth. That I forgave On future fields its freedom shall maintain ; My condemnation, be my witness, Jove !
Else, with my late preserver's fate in view, Whom I, departing from my native soil,
Shall dying roll this chaplet in the dust.” Implor'd that Athens ne'er might feel the loss “ Repair with me to Athens,” cries the bard. Of Aristides. To confirm that pray'r'
“ Sage is that counsel,” Aristides near I have employd my exile; not in quest
Subjoins : “time presses : Æschylus, embark: Of splendid refuge in the courts of kings,
Ægina's hospitable round supplies But through each city with unwearied steps My place of rest.”— - Now swift th’ Athenian band, Have pass'd, exhorting, stimulating Greece With Medon's, seek their Delpbian barks again; To bold defence. I gladly am forestallid
While Aristides bolds an inland course, Here by a noble countryman, whúse arm
Still to his country meditating good, At Marathon was fam'd, whose Attic lays
Of his own wrongs forgetful. As he roam'd Immortalize the brave. I now invoke,
From state to state, his eloquence instill'd Not with less fervour, though in humbler phrase, The love of freedom, horrour at her loss, The patriots there triumphant e'en in death, Unchanging hatred to monarchal sway, The manes of Leonidas, of all
With concord, valour, fortitude, and zeal Whose gen'rous blood new-spilt in freedom's cause, For Greece in danger. From his wonted seat Thermopylæ beholds, to spread abroad
In Heav'n, so Phæbus, patient and resign'd, Their glorious spirit, and exalt your minds An exile wander'd on the Earth below; Above the sense of danger. Now the wea]
Beneficent and helpful, there diffus'd Of gen'ral Greece a gen'ral effort claims.
His light of science; with salubrious skill March to the plain, ye Doric warriors ! mount Imparted health, and taught the varied use Your decks; th’ Athenians with united arms Of lenient roots and plants. The Delphian keels Support, no longer in that isthmian fence
Meantime are loosen'd from Elean sands, Your trust reposing. Were the wall of brass, With sails outstretch'd for Athens. On his couch Were adamant the rampart, if the pow'r
Still Timon lies despairing ; near him watch Of Athens, once extinguish'd, leave your coasts
The chiefs humane: in kind officious care Defenceless, soon to Pelops' isle the foe,
The Persian captive from his forehead wipes Like death, a thousand avenues will find.”
The dews of anguish. With a sudden start He ceas'd: a second acclamation rends
Him now the Delphian, erring, thus bespoke: The sky; again th' Olympian temple groans
« Oh Alexander! thou hast lost, my son, In replication, and Alphean banks
Thy dear betroth'd, the land of Phocis lost Reverberate the sound. The Attic bard
Her nublest virgin ! Reach my arms—I see
To Æschylus: “The sight of Delphi's chief,
By all resorting to consult his god, “ Doth Æschylus forget me? O recall
A sight once grateful, pierces now my soul Melissa's brother, and Oileus' son,
With agony. How oft hath music sooth'd Whose Locrian hinds at one auspicious hour Distemper'd bosoms! Let thy tuneful chords, Assisted thy bold mariners to hurl
Medicinally sweet, apply their aid.” Th' (Etæan ruins on barbarian heads.
To him the bard : « My harmony bis ear See Melibæus off’ring to thy lip
But late rejected. Melibæus, try The stream's refreshing moisture."-Soon restor'd, The softer sounds which Pan hath taught the swains.” Th’ Athenian thus : “ Illustrious Medon, hail! “ A modulation by Melissa taught How fares Melissa, how thy native land ?”
I will essay,” th' obedient swain replies. " She rests, I hope, on ta still secure,'
He said, and lightly touch'd his warbling flute Returns the Locrian. “ When Laconia's king Like fountains rilling, or mellifluous notes Was slain, and I, commanded to retreat,
Of birds, a soft and lulling flow attun'd Charg'd with a solemn notice to her state, The ambient air. At first th'afflicted man That he expird obedient to the laws;
Pays'd in attention, soon a trickling tear My life, devoted to avenge his blood,
Berlew'd his heard ; the remedy was chang'd I sar'd. O'erpow'ring Xerxes soon reduc'd To pain, and thus he recommenc'd his moan. The Locrians, Dorians, ev'ry northern Greek. “ Thou, Amarantha, too couldst wake the soul
Of music, melting in thy parent's ear,
Of all the herd competitors for sway, Refining joyful seasons, or the hours
Long with entangled horns persist in strife,
Nor yield, nor vanquish: stand in gaze the rest,
Which instant boarded from an eastern ship
By hostile arms is held. Brave Medon quits Redeem thy love. Apollo, who couldst hurl His former station; Æschylus he leaves Parnassian summits on a host of foes,
A firm defender there: his falchion keen Make me thy instrument of wrath! My nerves Aloft he waves. As some tremendous shark, Convert to pierceless adamant; my lance
Who with voracious jaws resistless foams Point with thy father's lightning! Me thy priest, Along the main, and finny tribes devours, Sprung from an old, heroic, sacred line,
Or drives before him on the sun-bright waves,
Though not in time victorious to retain
Two Delphian vessels their auxiliar beaks
Present. More furious had the contest glow'd Of Tænarus, projecting o'er a cave,
In ev'ry quarter; wben o'er Malean cliffs
Or Neptune's rage for Polyphemus blind
Expatiate o'er the roomy sea, to shun
The local tumults of that stormy shore,
Th’ Athenian now finds leisure to lament
“ Thou art my leader; thee propitious Mars For Melibæus. By return of dawn
Laconia's sea-beat verge, they wear the day,
From Æschylus in sighs these accents broke:
“ Here Æsculapius by his pow'rful art,
This said, his pinnace, lanch'd in haste, convey'd Lodg‘d his own clay in Cynosura's inould.
Kind god of med'cine! wouldst thou hear my suit, In regal pendants leads th' opponent van.
Thou shouldst restore Leonidas, to warm As when a vernal sun's precarious beam
Unfeeling Sparta ; then thy Delphian sire
The menac'd doom of Athens would revoke,
Laconia's shore. O Locrian guest, I callid
Thy welcome feet to Athens : thou mayst view
Her tow'rs in dust.”-“ Minerva's tow'rs to fall With pebbles whirling from the forceful sling, Hath Phæbus doom'd?" the Locrian chief exOn Grecian helms and implicated shields;
claim'd; But innocently fell. Now side to side
“I, who have lost my country, yet can find
Together now, thy fortune I will share;
And down her stream, howe'er the tempest roar, In serried fight. But Slaughter now began With thee embark'd, will never quit thy side.” To pause in wonder, while the Asian chief,
The tragic bard imbends his mournful brow, Whose blazon'd armour beam'd with gold, engag'd Thus answ'ring: “Gen'rous Medon, I confess, Cecropia's hardy vet'ran foot to foot,
Approaching nearer to my seat of birth, With falchion falchion, shield encount'ring shield. I dropp'd a tear of anguish; Nature wept So, in the season when lascivious heat
At sad forebodings of destruction there. Burns in their veins, two branching-headed stags, But know, a true Athenian ne'er desponds :
Abandon'd by allies, condemn'd by Heav'n Whose valiant deeds on Artemisium's flood,
In that first confict with barbarian feets,
I strove to copy: there was all my praise. Ev'n faithless Sparta, and thy home redeem.” Me Træzen's leader, from my post remote,
This said, they slept, till Morning gives her sign Thou see'st : forbear to wonder, and attend.
That anxious brow-her constancy, her zeal
Beyond all triumphs. Her discerning chief, From shading mists to view. The poet then: Themistocles, interpreting the words
“ Lo! Medon, fair Troczene; rich her soil, Of Pythian Phæbus, prov'd that ships alone, Her people gen'rous, to Cecropia's state
The feets of Athens, were the wooden walls Inviolably faithful. See that isle
Of refuge. All persuaded, sires and sons, Which fronts the port ; redundant in delights With mothers, daughters, cheerfully forsook Of art and nature, though of circuit small, Their native roofs. Lo! Salamis o'erflows (alauria shows her verdant round of wood.
With your illustrious people; through her towns Here disembarking, with devotion pure
Ægina swarms; to multitudes myself We must invoke the trident-bearing god.
Have been conductor; in Træzenian homes, This isle from Phæbus, Neptune in exchange By cordial invitation, they reside. For Delphi took. Tbrice holy is the soil,
To each a daily stipend by a law Deserving rev’rence, by that pow'r belov'd, They find allotted, schools with teachers fill'd, Who shard a third of ancient Saturn's reign, That not onletter'd from Treezene's walls His son a brother to Olympian Jove.
The sons of learned Athens may depart, Here shall we greet some wonder of her sex, When victory to come rebuilds her tow'rs. The sacerdotal maid. Træzene's laws
With thee behold me ready to embark One of her noblest daughters in her bud
For Salamis again, where anchor'd lies Establish here presiding, here confin'd
The whole confederated fleet. I leave
My Ariphilia, this my dear betroth'd,
trust in Mars, more worthy of her love : The heroes land, where opening to their sight To her and Neptune I but now consign'd An elevation of the ground, attir'd
The most ennobled of Athenian dames.
From Trezen: thither, not unbid, he came The massy roof; huge columns on their heads From his late virtuous progress, in our bounds The crisped foliage of Acanthus bore,
Through willing minds sage counsel to diffuse, And high o'erlook'd th' impenetrable shade His own exterminated friends console." Which screen'd the island round. Perennial springs Cleander finish'd. Soon th' arrival known Supplied melodious currents through the woods, Of Aristides from the temple call'd In artificial beds of pearly conchs
The Attic dames, from ev'ry purlieu near, Along the sea-beat margin cull'd by nymphs, Who with their children in assembly throng The temple's chaste attendants. Unrestrain'd Around him. Silent tears confess his loss Here flow'd the native waters; there confin'd To them and Athens. His benignant mould By marble fountains, win th' enchanted eye By sympathy had melted into grief; To shady-skirted lawns, to op'ning glades, If wisdom, ever present in his soul, Or canopies of verdure: all the founts
Had not his long-tried constancy upheld Were grac'd by guardian images of gods,
To their behoof. Environd by the troop The train of Neptune.--Lo! the gate is thrown Of lovely mourners stood the godlike man, Abroad; the priestess, lovely in her shape
Like some tall cedar in a garden plac'd, As virgin Thetis to the nuptial arms
Where glowing tufts of flow'rs and florid plants Of Peleus led, more blooming than the flow'rs Once bloom'd around; now, seard by scorching Beneath her decent step, descends the slope:
blasts, A matron staid, behind her, solemn treads; In faded colours pinę. In look, in phrase Close to her side, in radiant arms, a youth,
Humane, he spake: “ Be comforted, and hear Who like a brother of the Graces moves.
My voice applaud Themistocles, my foe, His head, uncas'd, discovers auburn locks
Whose counsels have preserv'd you. But what praise Curl'd thick, not flowing : his sustaining hand Is yours, O glories of the tender sex! She, rosy-finger'd, to her own admits.
Who brave the floods, without a murmur leave He seem'd Apollo, not with martial fires
Your native, dear abodes for public good! Such as on Titan's race he darted keen,
Ye ornaments of Greece, the pride and boast But with th' enamour'd aspect which he wore Of happy fathers, husbands, brothers, sons !" When Clymene he won, or Daphne woo'd:
As yet unseen, Euphemia from the rest
Of Cybele, progenitrix of gods.