Within the mighty Babylonian gates They dwell, and where still mightier once in sway Old Ninus rear'd its head, th' imperial seat Of eldest tyrants. These Chaldæa joins, The land of shepherds. From the pastures wide There Belus first discern'd the various course Of Heav'n's bright planets, and the clust'ring stars With names distinguish'd; whence himself was The first of gods. His sky-ascending fane [deem'd In Babylon the proud Assyrians rais'd.
Drawn from the bounteous soil, by Ochus lav'd, The Bactrians stood, and rough in skins of goats The Paricanian archers. Caspian ranks From barren mountains, from the joyless coast Around the stormy lake, whose name they bore, Their scimitars upheld, and cany bows. The Indian tribes, a threefold host compose. Part guide the courser, part the rapid car; The rest on foot within the bending cane For slaughter fix the iron-pointed reed. They o'er the Indus from the distant verge Of Ganges passing, left a region, lov'd
By lavish Nature. There the season bland Bestows a double harvest. Honey'd shrubs, The cinnamon, the spikenard, bless their fields. Array'd in native wealth, each warrior shines. His ears bright-beaming pendants grace; his hands, Encircled, wear a bracelet, starr'd with gems. Such were the nations, who to Xerxes sent Their mingled aids of infantry and horse.
Now, Muse, recite, what multitudes obscur'd The plain on foot, or elevated high On martial axles, or on camels beat The loosen'd mould. The Parthians first appear, Then weak in numbers, from unfruitful hills, From woods, nor yet for warlike steeds renown'd. Near them the Sogdians, Dadices arrange, Gandarians and Chorasmians. Sacian throngs From cold Imaus pour'd, from Oxus' wave, From Cyra, built on laxartes' brink, A bound of Persia's empire. Wild, untam'd, To fury prone, their deserts they forsook. A bow, a falchion, and a pond'rous axe The savage legions arm'd. A pointed casque O'er each grim visage rear'd an iron cone. In arms like Persians the Saranges stood. High, as their knees, the shapely buskins clung. Around their legs. Magnificent they trod In garments richly tinctur'd. Next are seen The Pactian, Mycian, and the Utian train, In skins of goats rude-vested. But in spoils Of tawny lions, and of spotted pards The graceful range of Ethiopians shows An equal stature, and a beauteous frame. Their torrid region had imbrown'd their cheeks, And curl'd their jetty locks. In ancient song Renown'd for justice, riches they disdain'd, As foes to virtue. From their seat remote, On Nilus' verge above th' Egyptian bound, Forc'd by their king's malignity and pride, These friends of hospitality and peace, Themselves uninjur'd, wage reluctant war Against a land, whose climate, and whose name To them were strange. With hardest stone they The rapid arrow. Bows four cubits long, [point Form'd of elastic branches from the palm, They carry; knotted clubs, and lances, arm'd With horns of goats. The Paphlagonians march'd, From where Carambis with projected brows O'erlooks the dusky Euxin, wrapt in mists,
From where through flow'rs, which paint his vary'd banks,
Parthenius flows. The Ligyan bands succeed; The Matienians, Mariandenians next; To them the Syrian multitudes, who range Among the cedars on the shaded ridge Of Libanus; who cultivate the glebe, Wide-water'd by Orontes; who reside Near Daphne's grove, or pluck from loaded palms The foodful date, which clusters on the plains Of rich Damascus. All, who bear the name Of Cappadocians, swell the Syrian host, With those, who gather from the fragrant shrub The aromatic balsam, and extract
Its milky juice along the lovely side
Of Jordan, winding, till immers'd he sleeps Beneath a pitchy surface, which obscures Th' Asphaltic pool. The Phrygians then advance, To them their ancient colony are join'd, Armenia's sons. These see the gushing founts Of strong Euphrates cleave the yielding earth, Then, wide in lakes expanding, hide the plain; Whence with collected waters, fierce and deep, His passage rending through diminish'd rocks, To Babylon he foams. Not so the stream Of soft Araxes to the Caspian glides; He, stealing imperceptibly, sustains The green profusion of Armenia's meads. Now strange to view, in similar attire, But far unlike in manners to the Greeks, Appear the Lydians. Wantonness and sport Were all their care. Beside Caijster's brink, Or smooth Maander, winding silent by, Beside Pactolean waves, among the vines Of Timolus rising, or the wealthy tide Of golden sanded Hermus, they allure The sight, enchanted by the grateful dance; Or with melodious sweetness charm the air, And melt to softest languishment the soul. What to the field of danger could incite These tender sons of luxury? The lash Of their fell sov'reign drove their shiv'ring backs Through hail and tempest, which enrag'd the main, And shook beneath their trembling steps the pile, Conjoining Asia and the western world. To them Mæonia hot with sulph'rous mines Unites her troops. No tree adorns their fields, Unbless'd by verdure. Ashes hide the soil; Black are the rocks, and ev'ry hill deform'd By conflagration. Helmets press their brows. Two darts they brandish. On their woolly vests A sword is girt; and hairy hides compose Their bucklers round and small. The Mysians left Olympus wood-envelop'd, left the meads, Wash'd by Caïcus, and the baneful tide Of Lycus, nurse to serpents. Next advance An ancient nation, who in early times By Trojan arms assail'd, their native land Esteem'd less dear than freedom, and exchang'd Their seat on Strymon, where in Thrace he pours A freezing current, for the distant flood Of fishy Sangar. These, Bithynians nam'd, Their habitation to the sacred feet Of Dindymus extend. Yet there they groan Beneath oppression, and their freedom mourn On Sangar now, as once on Strymon lost. The ruddy skins of foxes cloth'd their heads. Their shields were fashion'd like the horned Moon. A vest embrac'd their bodies; while abroad, Ting'd with unnumber'd hues, a mantle flow'd.
But other Thracians, who their former name Retain'd in Asia, fulgent morions wore, With horns of bulls in imitating brass, Carv'd o'er the crested ridge. Phoenician cloth Their legs infolded. Wont to chase the wolf, A hunter's spear they grasp'd. What nations still On either side of Xerxes, while he pass'd, Their huge array discov'ring, swell his soul With more than mortal pride? The cluster'd bands Of Moschians and Macronians now appear, The Mosynœcians, who, on berries fed, In wooden tow'rs along the Pontic sands Repose their painted limbs; the mirthful race Of Tibarenians next, whose careless minds Delight in play and laughter. Then advance In garments, buckled on their spacious chests, A people, destin'd in eternal verse, Ev'n thine, sublime Moonides, to live. These are the Milyans. Solymi their name In thy celestial strains, Pisidia's bills Their dwelling. Once a formidable train They fac'd the strong Bellerophon in war. Now doom'd a more tremendous foe to meet, Themselves unnerv'd by thraldom, they must leave Their putrid bodies to the dogs of Greece.
The Marians follow. Next is Aria's host, Drawn from a region horrid all in thorn,
A dreary waste of sands, which mock the toil Of patient culture; save one favour'd spot, Which from the wild emerges like an isle, Attir'd in verdure, intersper'd with vines Of gen'rous nurture, yielding juice which scorns The injuries of time: yet Nature's hand Had sown their rocks with coral; had enrich'd Their desert hills with veins of sapphires blue, Which on the turban shine. On ev'ry neck The coral blushes through the num'rous throng. The Allarodians and Sasperian bands, Equipp'd like Colchians, wield a falchion small. Their heads are guarded by a helm of wood, Their lances short, of hides undress'd their shields. The Colchians march'd from Phasis, from the strand, Where once Medea, fair enchantress, stood, And, wond'ring, view'd the first advent'rous keel, Which cut the Pontic foam. From Argo's side The demigods descended. They repair'd To her fell sire's inhospitable hall. His blooming graces Jason there disclos'd. With ev'ry art of eloquence divine
He claim'd the golden fleece. The virgin heard, She gaz'd in fatal ravishment, and lov'd. Then to the hero she resigus her heart. Her magic tames the brazen-footed bulls. She lulls the sleepless dragon. O'er the main He wafts the golden prize, and gen'rous fair, The destin'd victim of his treach'rous vows. The hostile Colchians then pursu'd their flight In vain. By ancient enmity inflam'd, Or to recall the long-forgotten wrong Compell'd by Xerxes, now they menace Greece With desolation. Next in Median garb A crowd appear'd, who left the peopled isles In Persia's gulf, and round Arabia strewn. Some in their native topaz were adorn'd, From Ophiodes, from Topazos sprung; Some in the shells of tortoises, which brood Around Casitis' verge. For battle range Those, who reside, where, all beset with palms, Erythras lies entomb'd, a potent king, Who nam'd of old the Erythræan main.
On chariots scyth'd the Libyans sat, array'd In skins terrific, brandishing their darts Of wood, well-temper'd in the hard'ning flames. Not Libya's deserts from tyrannic sway Could hide her sons; much less could freedom dwell Amid the plenty of Arabia's fields:
Where spicy Cassia, where the fragrant reed, Where myrrh, and hallow'd frankincense perfume The Zephyr's wing. A bow of largest size Th' Arabian carries. O'er bis lucid vest Loose floats a mantle, on his shoulder clasp'd. Two chosen myriads on the lofty backs Of camels rode, who match'd the fleetest horse. Such were the numbers, which, from Asia led, In base prostration bow'd before the wheels Of Xerxes' chariot. Yet what legions more The Malian sand o'ershadow: Forward rolls The regal car through nations, who in arins, In order'd ranks unlike the orient tribes, Upheld the spear and buckler. But, untaught To bend the servile knee, erect they stood; Unless that, mourning o'er the shameful weight Of their new bondage, some their brows depress'd, Their arms with grief distaining. Europe's sons Were these, whom Xerxes by resistless force Had gather'd round his standards. Murm'ring here, The sons of Thrace and Macedonia rang'd; Here on his steed the brave Thessalian frown'd; There pin'd reluctant multitudes, of Greece Redundant plants, in colonies dispers'd Between Byzantium, and the Malian bay.
Through all the nations, who ador'd his pride, Or fear'd his pow'r, the monarch now was pass'd; Nor yet among those millions could be found One, who in beauteous feature might compare, Or tow'ring size with Xerxes. O possess'd Of all but virtue, doom'd to show how mean, How weak without her is unbounded pow'r, The charm of beauty, and the blaze of state, How insecure of happiness, how vain! Thou, who couldst mourn the common lot, by Heav'n From none withheld, which oft to thousands proves Their only refuge from a tyrant's rage; Which in consuming sickness, age, or pain Becomes at last a soothing hope to all: Thou, who couldst weep, that Nature's gentle hand Should lay her weary'd offspring in the tomb; Yet couldst remorseless from their peaceful seats Lead half the nations, victims to thy pride, To famine, plague, and massacre a prey; What didst thou merit from the injur'd world? What suff'rings to compensate for the tears Of Asia's mothers, for unpeopled realms, For all this waste of Nature? On his host Th' exulting monarch bends his haughty sight, To Demaratus then directs his voice.
"My father, great Darius, to thy mind Recall, O Spartan. Gracious he receiv'd Thy wand'ring steps, expell'd their native home. My favour too remember. To beguile Thy benefactor, and disfigure truth, Would ill become thee. With consid'rate eyes Look back on these battalions. Now declare, If yonder Grecians will oppose their march." To him the exile. "Deem not, mighty lord, I will deceive thy goodness by a tale To give them glory, who degraded mine. Nor be the king offended, while I use The voice of truth. The Spartans never fly." Contemptuous smil'd the monarch, and resuma
"Wilt thou, in Lacedæmon once supreme, Encounter twenty Persians? Yet these Greeks In greater disproportion must engage Our host to morrow." Demaratus then. "By single combat were the trial vain To show the pow'r of well-united force, Which oft by military skill surmounts
The weight of numbers. Prince, the diff'rence learn Between thy warriors and the sons of Greece. The flow'r, the safeguard of thy num'rous camp Are mercenaries. These are canton'd round Thy provinces. No fertile field demands Their painful hand to break the fallow glebe. Them to the noon-day toil no harvest calls. Nor on the mountain falls the stubborn oak By their laborious axe. Their watchful eyes Observe not how the flocks and heifers feed. To them of wealth, of all possessions void, The name of country with an empty sound Flies o'er the ear, nor warms their joyless hearts, Who share no country. Needy, yet in scorn Rejecting labour, wretched by their wants, Yet profligate through indolence, with limbs Enervated and soft, with minds corrupt, From misery, debauchery, and sloth, Are these to battle drawn against a foe, Train'd in gymnastic exercise and arms, Inur'd to hardship, and the child of toil,
The satraps leave their cars. On foot they form A splendid orb around their lord. By chance The Spartans then compos'd th' external guard. They, in a martial exercise employ'd, Heed not the monarch, or his gaudy train; But poise the spear, protended, as in fight; Or lift their adverse shields in single strife; Or, trooping, forward rush, retreat and wheel In ranks unbroken, and with equal feet: While others calm beneath their polish'd helms Draw down their hair, whose length of sable curls O'erspread their necks with terrour. Xerxes here The exile questions. "What do these intend, Who with assiduous hands adjust their hair?”
To whom the Spartan. "O imperial lord, Such is their custom, to adorn their heads, When full determin'd to encounter death. Bring down thy nations in resplendent steel; Arm, if thou canst, the gen'ral race of man, All, who possess the regions unexplor'd Beyond the Ganges, all, whose wand'ring steps Above the Caspian range the Scythian wild With those, who drink the secret fount of Nile: Yet to Laconian bosoms shall dismay Remain a stranger." Fervour from his lips Thus breaks aloud; when, gushing from his eyes, Resistless grief o'erflows his cheeks.
His head he turns. He weeps in copious streams.
Wont through the freezing show'r, the wintry storm The keen remembrance of his former state,
O'er his own glebe the tardy ox to goad, Or in the Sun's impetuous heat to glow Beneath the burden of his yellow sheaves; Whence on himself, on her, whose faithful arms Infold him joyful, on a growing race, Which glad his dwelling, plenty he bestows With independence. When to battle call'd, "For them his dearest comfort, and his care, And for the harvest promis'd to his toil, He lifts the shield, nor shuns unequal force. Such are the troops of ev'ry state in Greece. One only yields a breed more warlike still, Of whom selected bands appear in sight, All citizens of Sparta. They the glebe Have never turn'd, nor bound the golden sheaf. They are devoted to severer tasks For war alone, their sole delight and care. From infancy to manhood they are train'd
To winter watches, to inclement skies,
His dignity, his greatness, and the sight Of those brave ranks, which thus unshaken stood, And spread amazement through the world in arms, Excite these sorrows. His impassion'd looks Review the godlike warriors, who beneath His standard once victorious fought, who call'd Him once their king, their leader; then again, O'ercharg'd with anguish, he bedews with tears His rev'rend beard, in agony bemoans His faded honours, his illustrious name Forgotten long, his majesty defil'd By exile, by dependence. So obscur'd By sordid moss, and ivy's creeping leaf, Some princely palace, or stupendous fane, Magnificent in ruin nods; where Time From under shelving architraves hath mow'd The column down, and cleft the pond'rous dome. Not unobserv'd by Hyperanthes, mourn'd Th' unhappy Spartan. Kindly in his own
To plunge through torrents, brave the tusky boar, He press'd the exile's hand, and thus humane.
To arms and wounds; a discipline of pain So fierce, so constant, that to them a camp With all its hardships is a seat of rest, And war itself remission from their toil."
"Thy words are folly," with redoubled scorn Returns the monarch. "Doth not freedom dwell Among the Spartans? Therefore will they shun Superior foes. The unrestrain'd and free Will fly from danger; while my vassals, born To absolute controlment from their king, Know, if th' allotted station they desert, The scourge awaits them, and my heavy wrath." To this the exile. "O conceive not, prince, That Spartans want an object, where to fix Their eyes in rev'rence, in obedient dread. To them more awful, than the name of king To Asia's trembling millions, is the LAW; Whose sacred voice enjoins them to confront Unnumber'd foes, to vanquish, or to die."
Here Demaratus pauses. Xerxes halts. Its long defile Thermopyla presents.
"O Demaratus, in this grief I see, How just thy praises of Laconia's state, Though cherish'd here with universal love, Thou still deplor'st thy absence from her face, Howe'er averse to thine. But swift relief From indignation borrow. Call to mind Thy injuries. Th' auspicious fortune bless, Which led thee far from calumny and fraud, To peace, to honour in the Persian court." As Demaratus with a grateful mind His answer was preparing, Persia's king Stern interrupted. "Soon as morning shines, Do you, Tigranes and Phraortes, head The Medes and Cissians. Bring these Grecians bound."
This said, the monarch to his camp returns. Th' attendant princes reascend their cars, Save Hyperanthes, by the Carian queen Detain'd, who thus began. "Impartial, brave, Nurs'd in a court, yet virtuous, let my heart To thee its feelings undisguis'd reveal.
Thou hear'st thy royal brother. He demands These Grecians bound. Why stops his mandate there?
Why not command the mountains to remove, Or sink to level plains. Yon Spartans view, Their weighty arms, their countenance. My gratitude instructs me in the cause Of our imperial master. To succeed Is not within the shadow of my hopes At this dire pass. What evil genius sways? Tigranes, false Argestes, and the rest In name a council, ceaseless have oppos'd My dictates, oft repeated in despite Of purpled flatt'rers, to embark a force, Which, pouring on Laconia, might confine These sons of valour to their own defence. Vain are my words. The royal ear admits Their sound alone; while adulation's notes In syren sweetness penetrate his heart, There lodge ensnaring mischief." In a sigh, To her the prince. "O faithful to thy lord, Discreet adviser, and in action firm, What can I answer? My afflicted soul Must seek its refuge in a feeble hope, Thou mayst be partial to thy Doric race, Mayst magnify our danger. Let me hope, Whate'er the danger, if extreme, believe That Hyperanthes for his prince can bleed, Not with less zeal thau Spartans for their laws." They separate. To Xerxes he repairs. The queen, surrounded by the Carian guard, Stays and retraces with sagacious ken The destin'd field of war, the vary'd space, Its depth, its confines both of hill and sea. Meantime a scene more splendid hath allur'd Her son's attention. His transported sight With ecstasy, like worship, long pursues The pomp of Xerxes in retreat, the throne, Which show'd their idol to the nations round, The bounding steeds, caparison'd in gold, The plumes, the chariots, standards. He excites Her care, express'd in these pathetic strains. "Look on the king with gratitude. His sire Protected thine. Himself upholds our state. By loyalty inflexible repay
The obligation. To immortal pow'rs The adoration of thy soul confine;
And look undazzled on the pomp of man, Most weak when highest. Then the jealous gods Watch to supplant him. They his paths, his courts, His chambers fill with flatt'ry's pois'nous swarms, Whose honey'd bane, by kingly pride devour'd, Consumes the health of kingdoms." Here the boy By an attention, which surpass'd his years, Unlocks her inmost bosom. "Thrice accurs'd Be those," th' indignant heroine pursues, "Those, who have tempted their imperial lord To that prepost'rous arrogance, which cast Chains in the deep to manacle the waves, Chastis'd with stripes in Heav'n's offended sight The Hellespont, and fondly now demands The Spartans bound. O child, my soul's delight, Train'd by my care to equitable sway, And imitation of the gods by deeds To merit their protection, heed my voice. They, who alone can tame, or swell the floods, Compose the winds, or guide their strong career, O'erwhelming human greatness, will confound Such vanity in mortals. On our fleet Their indignation hath already fail'n
Perhaps our boasted army is prepar'd A prey for death, to vindicate their pow'r." This said, a curious search in ev'ry part Her eye renews. Adjoining to the straits, Fresh bloom'd a thicket of entwining shrubs, A seeming fence to some sequester'd ground, By travellers unbeaten. Swift her guards Address'd their spears to part the pliant boughs. Held back, they yield a passage to the queen, And princely boy. Delicious to their sight Soft dales, meand'ring, show their flow'ry laps Among rude piles of Nature. In their sides Of rock are mansions hewn; nor loaden trees Of cluster'd fruit are wanting: but no sound, Except of brooks in murmur, and the song Of winged warblers, meets the list'ning ear. No grazing herd, no flock, nor human form Is seen, no careful husband at his toil, Beside her threshold no industrious wife, No playful child. Instructive to her son The princess then. Already these abodes Are desolate. Once happy in their homes, Th' inhabitants forsake them. Pleasing scene Of Nature's bounty, soon will savage Mars Deform the lovely ringlets of thy shrubs, And coarsely pluck thy violated fruits Unripe; will deafen with his clangour fell Thy tuneful choirs. I mourn thy destin'd spoil, Yet come thy first despoiler. Captains, plant, Ere morning breaks, my secret standard here. Come, boy, away. Thy safety will I trust To Demaratus; while thy mother tries With these her martial followers, what sparks, Left by our Doric fathers, yet inflame Their sons and daughters in a stern debate With other Dorians, who have never breath'd The soft'ning gales of Asia, never bow'd In forc'd allegiance to barbarian thrones. Thou heed my order. Those ingenuous looks Of discontent suppress. For thee this fight Were too severe a lesson. Thou mightst bleed Among the thousands, fated to expire By Sparta's lance. Let Artemisia die, Ye all-disposing rulers, but protect
Her son." She ceas'd. The licness, who reigns Queen of the forest, terrible in strength, And prone to fury, thus, by Nature taught, Melts o'er her young in blandishment and love. Now slowly tow'rds the Persian camp her steps In silence she directed; when a voice, Sent from a rock, accessible which seem'd To none but feather'd passengers of air, By this reproof detain❜d her. "Caria's queen Art thou, to Greece by Doric blood ally'd? Com'st thou to lay her fruitful meadows waste, Thou homager of tyrants?" Upward gaz'd Th' astonish'd princess. Lo! a female shape, Tall and majestic, from th' impendent ridge Look'd awful down. A holy fillet bound Her graceful hair, loose flowing. Seldom wept Great Artemisia. Now a springing tear Between her eyelids gleam'd. "Too true," she
"A homager of tyrants! Voice austere, And presence half-divine!" Again the voice.
"O Artemisia, hide thy Doric sword. Let no barbarian tyrant through thy might, Thy counsels, valiant as thou art and wise, Consume the holy fanes, deface the tombs, Subvert the laws of Greece, her sons enthrall”
The queen made no reply. Her breast-plate | Where not five warriors in a rank can tread. The tremulous attire of cov'ring mail [heav'd. Confess'd her struggle. She at length exclaim'd. "Olympian thund'rer, from thy neighb'ring hill Of sacred oaths remind me!" Then aside She turns to shun that majesty of form,
In solemn sounds upbraiding. Torn her thoughts She feels. A painful conflict she endures With recollection of her Doric race; Till gratitude, reviving, arms her breast. Her royal benefactor she recalls, Back to his sight precipitates her steps.
We thence descended to the Phocian camp, Beset with scatter'd oaks, which rose and spread In height and shade; on whose sustaining boughs Were hung in snowy folds a thousand tents, Containing each a Phocian heavy-mail'd With two light-weapon'd menials. Northward ends The vale, contracted to that narrow strait, Which first we saw with Mycon."-" Prudent care Like yours alleviates mine," well-pleas'd the king Reply'd. "Now, Agis, from Arcadia's bands Select a thousand spears. To them unite The Thespians and Plateans. Draw their lines Beneath the wall, which fortifies the pass. There, close-embody'd, will their might repulse The num'rous foe. Demophilus salute. Approv'd in martial service him I name The chief supreme." Obedient to his will Th' appointed warriors, issuing from the tents, Fill their deep files, and watch the high command. So round their monarch in his stormy hall The winds assemble. From his dusky throne His dreadful mandates Eolus proclaims
Or bend the forest from the mountain's brow. Laconia's leader from the rampart's height To battle thus the list'ning host inflames.
Leonidas, rising by break of day, hears the intelli-To swell the main, or Heav'n with clouds deform, gence, which Agis and Melibus bring from the upper pass, then commands a body of Arcadians with the Platæans and Thespians, to be drawn out for battle, under the conduct of Demophilus, in that part of Thermopylæ, which lies close to the Phocian wall, from whence he harangues them. The enemy approaches. Diomedon kills Tigranes in single combat. Both armies join battle. Dithyrambus kills Phraortes. The Persians, entirely defeated, are pursued by Demophilus to the extremity of the pass. The Arcadians, inconsiderately advancing beyond it, fall into an ambush, which Artemisia had laid to cover the retreat of the Persians. She kills Clonius, but is herself repulsed by Demophilus. Diomedon and Dithyrambus give chase to her broken forces over the plains in the sight of Persia's camp, whence she receives no assistance. She rallies a small body, and, facing the enemy, disables Dithyrambus by a blow on his helmet. This puts the Grecians into some confusion, and gives her an opportunity of preserving the remainder of her Carians by a timely retreat. She gains the camp, accuses Argestes of treachery, but, pacified by Demaratus, is accompanied by him with a thousand horse to collect the dead bodies of her soldiers for sepulchre.
AURORA dawn'd. Leonidas arose. With Melibus, Agis, now return'd, Address'd the king. "Along the mountain's side We bent our journey. On our way a voice Loud from a crag on Melibus call'd.
He look'd and answer'd. Mycon, ancient friend! Far hast thou driv'n thy bearded train to day; But fortunate thy presence. None like thee, Inhabitant of Eta from thy birth,
Can furnish that intelligence, which Greece Wants for her safety.' Mycon show'd a track. We mounted high. The summit, where we stopp'd, Gave to the sight a prospect wide o'er hills, O'er dales and forests, rocks, and dashing floods In cataracts. The object of our search Beneath us lay, the secret pass to Greece,
"This day, O Grecians, countrymen and friends, Your wives, your offspring, your paternal seats, Your parents, country, liberty, and laws, Demand your swords. You gen'rous, active, brave, Vers'd in the various discipline of Mars, Are now to grapple with ignoble foes, In war unskilful, Nature's basest dross, And thence a monarch's mercenary slaves. Relax'd their limbs, their spirits are deprav'd By eastern sloth and pleasures. Hire their cause, Their only fruit of victory is spoil. They know not freedom, nor its lib'ral cares. Such is the flow'r of Asia's host. The rest, Who fill her boasted numbers, are a crowd, Fore'd from their homes; a populace in peace By jealous tyranny disarm'd, in war Their tyrant's victims. Taught in passive grief To bear the rapine, cruelty, and spurns Of Xerxes' mercenary band, they pine In servitude to slaves. With terrour sounds The trumpet's clangour in their trembling ears. Unwonted loads, the buckler and the lance Their hands sustain, encumber'd, and present The mockery of war-But ev'ry eye Shoots forth impatient flames. Your gallant breasts Too long their swelling spirit have confin'd. Go then, ye sons of Liberty; go, sweep These bondmen from the field. Resistless rend The glitt'ring standard from their servile grasp. Hurl to the ground their ignominious heads, The warrior's helm profaning. Think, the shades Of your forefathers lift their sacred brows Here to enjoy the glory of their sons."
He spake. Loud paans issue from the Greeks, In fierce reply barbarian shouts ascend From hostile nations, thronging down the pass. Such is the roar of Etna, when his mouth Displodes combustion from his sulph'rous depths To blast the smiles of Nature. Dauntlessstood In deep array before the Phocian wall The phalanx, wedg'd with implicated shields, And spears protended, like the graceful range Of arduous elms, whose interwoven boughs
« PreviousContinue » |