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So kings should warn the people to forbear The Thracians next, a formidable band;
The Pontic gult, and stem the downward tide:
In Grecian arms the hardy warriors move,
With ponu’rous shields and glittring spears
abore. From his high seat, the king of men address'd: The Thynians next were marshall'd on the field; "Since war is now decreed, 'tis next our care Each with a farchivn arm'J and lunar shield, That all should speedily for fight prepare ;
Whose benuing horns a verge of silver bound;
Wich these the Daci came, a mari al race;
To send the winged arrow swift to kill:
To light the Argives mov'd in close array ;
Their shields and helmets ring with sounding
First Menelaus struck a Theban lord;
His armed breast the weighty lance explord ;
Burst the close mail; the shining breast-plate Assembl's 'p on the plain, the Theban pow'rs
tore; In order'd ranks appear before the tow'rs;
And from life's fountain drew a stream of gore.
Supine he fell amidst his native bands,
And wrenchi'd the fixed dart with dying hands.
As Jore's imperial bird her wings extends,
Like Mars he stood, the terrons of the field.
Recoil'd; Atrides only dard to stand,
He thus began: “ Presumptuous youth ! forbear
To tempt the fury of my flying spear.
Atrides thus ; and Creon's son replies :
“ Thy lance I dread not, and thy threats despise, Andremon, leader of his native band,
This hand hath many a chief of high renown,
And braver warriors oft in fight o'erthrown:
Like theirs, thy fall shall dignify my spear,
And future boasters thence be caught to fear.'
Thus as he spoke his weighty lance he threw
At Atréus' son ; which rising as it New
Upon the hero's crest with furious sway,
Hissing amidst the Sputan ranks it came,
Cold, through his breast, the steel and polish'd
wood Cassander led them to the fields of fame.
passage forc'd, and drew a stream of blood.
His lance Atrides next prepares to throw; By conscious guilt subdu'd the youth apo
Ah warriors ! will ye fly, when close behind
Return to glory: whether Jove ordains,
Tbe bero thus; and, like swift light'ning drivin
As when the deep, which, ebbing from the land,
So, rushing to the fight, the warriors came;
Ardent to conquer, and retrieve their fame.
The warriors stooping as it rush'd above.
The Spartan hero aim'd his weighty spear;
Now grant success to my avenging hand,
And save my warriors in this doubtful strife.” Intangled deep the royal chariot stood,
The hero thus; and sent his weighty spear;
With speed it few, and pierc'd the yielding air;
Which on the shield of Hegisander broke,
By Styx embrac'd, the terrour of the gods ;
shore. An armed circle of his friends around.
With grief Leophron saw the warrior slain. “Alas, my brother! have I liv'd to see
He snatch'd a pond'rous mace from off the Thy life redeemd with deathless ipfamy!"
plain, (The hero cry'd) “ far better that a ghost Cut in the Thracian woods, with snags around You now had wander'd on the Stygian coast, Of pointed steel with iron circles bound. And by a glorious fall preserv'd your name Heav'd with gigantic force the club to throw, Safe and unblasted by the breath of fame; He swung it thrice, and hurl'd it at his foe. Which soon shall tell the world, amaz'd to hear, Thund'ring upon his armed head it fell; That Menelaus taught the host to fear." The brazen helmnet rung with stunning knell.
As shen a rock by forceful engines thrown, Through all the air a storm of jar'lins cung;
Leophron's jav'lin mix'l him with the slain. But Pallas, mixing in the dire debate,
On Malea's cliffs he fed his fleecy store, A life to rescue yet not due to fate,
Along the windings of the craggy shore. Had u'er his heasl her cloudy buckler held; He vow'd! to Phæbus, for a safe return, And balf the fury of the blow repell’d.
An hundred victims on his hearth to burn. The son of Creon rush'd to seize his prize, In vain! the god, in justice, had decreel, The hero's spoils; and thus exulting cries: His gifts contemn'd, the offerer to bleed : “ Warriors of Tbebes! your labours soon shall For violence angmented still his store ; cease,
And, unreliev'l, the stranger left his rloor. And final victory restore your peace;
Prone on the bloody ground the warrior feil, For great Atrides, by my valour slain,
His soul indignant sought the shades of Helt. Alifeless corse, lies streich'd upon the plain. Next Arcas, Cleon, valiant Chromins ily'd; Only be men! and make the Argive bands With Dares, to the Spartan chiefs ally'd. Dread in succeeding times your mighty hands; And Fhemius, whom the gods in early youth That foes no more, wben mad ambition calls, Hlad form'd for virtue and the love of truth; With dire alarms may shake your peaceful walls." Flis gen'rous soul to noble cleeils they turn'd, Exulting thus, the hero rush'd along;
And lore to mankind in his bosom burn'd: And kindled with his shouts, the vulgar throng. Culd thro' his throat the hissing wrapon glides, Resolr'd and firin the Spartan warriors stand
Anil on his neck the waving locke divides. Around their king, a formidable band.
His fate the Graces mourn'd. The gods above, 'Their spears, protended thick, the foe restrain'l; Who sit around the starry throne of Jove, Their bucklers join'd, the weighty war sustain'd.
On high Olympus bending from the skies, But as a mountain wolf, from famine bold, flis fate beheld with sorrow-streaming cyes. On prey intent, surveys the midnight fold; Pallas alone, unalter'l and serene, Where, in the shelter of some arching rock, With secret triumph saw the mournful scene: At ev'n the careful shepherd pens his flock; Not hard of heart : for none of all the pow'rs. On spoil and ravage bent, he stalks around,
In carth or ocean, or th' Olympian tow'rs, And meditates to spring the lofty mound:
Holds equal sympathy with human grief, Impatient thus the Theban chief survey'd Or with a freer hand bestows relief: The close-compacted ranks on ev'ry side; But conscious that a mind by virtue stcel'd To find where least the serred orb could bear
To no impression of distress will yield; The strong impression of a pointed war.
That, still unconqner'd, in its awful hour Him Menelaus saw, with anguish stung ; O’er death it triumphs with immortal pow'r. And, from amidst his armed warriors, sprung Now Thebes prevailing, Sparta's host retreats; With wrath inflam'd; as starting from a brake, As falls some rampart where the ocean beats : Against some travöller, darts soine crested suake. Unable to resist its stormy way, [way ; Ilis rage in vain the Theban ranks withstand; Mounds heap'd on mounds, and bars of mek give The bravest warriors sink beneath his hand. With inundation wide the deluge reigns, (plains. Clytander, Iphitus, Palemon, fam'd
Drowns the deep valleys, and o'erspreads the For chariots rul'd and fiery coursers tam'd; Thus o'er the field, by great Leophron led, And Iphialtes, like the god of light,
Their foes repuls'd, the Theban squadrons spread. Whose pointed arrows thinn'd the lines of fight : The hero, stooping where Atrides lay, These the first transports of his fury feel.
Rent from his head the golden casque away: Against Leophron now he lifts his steel,
His mail unlock'd; and loos'r the golden chains, And speeds to vengeance ; but, in full career,
The zone which by his side the sword sustains. He stood arrested by a vulgar spear.
The monarch now amid the vulgar dead. Fix'd in his thigh the barbed weapon bung, For wheels to crush and armed hoofs to tread, Relax'd the muscles, and the nerves unstrung. Defenceless lay. But stern Leophron's hate The Spartan warriors to his succour fiew;
Retriev'd him, thaus expris'd, from certain fate. Against the darts their ample shields they In semblance dead, he purpos'd to convey threw,
(war, The body naked to some public way; Which storm'd around ; and, from the rage of Where dogs obscene, and all the rav'nous race, Convey'd the wounded hero to his car.
With wounds unsightly, might his limbs disgrace. With fierce impatience Creon's son beheld
Straight he commands; and to a neighb'ring The Spartan warriors still dispute the field.
grove, Before their leader fall’n the heroes stood; His warriors charg'd, the Spartan chief remore, Their spears erected, like the sacred wood
On their broad shields they bore him from the Which round some altar rises on the plain,
plain, The mystic rites to hide from eyes profane. To sense a corse, and 'number'd with the slain. Thither his native bands the hero turn'd;
His fixed eyes in hov'rig shades were drown'd; Drawn to a wedge, again the combat burn'd.
His mighty limbs in death-like fetters bound.
The shouts tumultuous and the din of war, Adrastus, by inactive age restrain'd,
Under an oak the hoary warrior sat,
Adrastus' valiant son, with grief, beheld Two aged heralds there the chief obey'd;
Loud lamentation mixt; and sounds of woe.
So rag'd the combat o'er the heroes slain,
Eager to rush amid the thickest focs.
llis spear he grasp'd, impatient for the right; For now be sees Atrides borne afar,
And pond'ruus shield, unequal to the freight. By hostile hands, beyond the lines of war. Him frant c thus his wise attendants held; With indignation fierce his bosom glows; And to retire with prudent care compell’d. He rushes fearless 'midst a host of foes;
Impatient of his state, by quick returns, And now had merited a deathless naine,
With grief he melts, with indignation burns.
Leopbron vex'd, that twice constrain’d to yield, And callid for vengeance on my helpless age?
If not; in justice, can your stern decree
For them my daughters muurn, their sorrow, For, at the Theban chief, his lance he threw,
fiow Which, aim'd amiss, with erring fury flew: Still fresh, and all their days are spent in woe. Deyond the hostile ranks the weapon drove; Hegialus remain'd my hopes 10 raise;
The warriors stooping as it rushi'd above. The only comfort of my joyless days:
And all our natiré virtues brighter burn.
For what, ye gnda! has unrelenting laie
Verw let me perish, that my flcoting ghost
By love inspir'd, she sought the fields of war;
Her hero's safety was her only care.
A polish'd casque her lovely temples bound,
With flow'rs of gold and various plumage cround;
Confus'dly gay, the peacock's changetul train,
(spir’d. The virgin white, the yellow's golden hue,
With female skill compos'd. The shield she bore
"Illustrious chief,” the armed virgin said,
“ To rule your steeds on me the task be laid;
To wake their fiery mettle, or restrain ;
With ready hand your voice I shall obey;
The virgin thus: and thus Tydides said :
Pallas observ'd, and from the Olympian height. The strongest hand requires and stiflest rein :
For oft, their mettle rous'd, they rush along;
Nor feel the biting curb, or sounding tbong.
The harmless lance is impotently Aung.
And move submissive to his firmer sway."
Th’ Etolian warrior thus; and, with a bound,
Rose to his lofty chariot from the ground.
Th' Arcadians next from Alpheus' silver flood,
The rocky cliffs in long succession rise,
So, hastening to the fight, the hero flew.
Thus as the hero spoke, Cassandra hearil, And joy'd, as they who, from the found'ring ship