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With prudent care ; while pressing round the When death's stern pow'r biz iron sceptre lays chief

On the cold lips, the vital spirit strays Each strove to speak the universal grief : To worlds unknown: and can the dead perceire Their mingled spears in wild disorder shook; The tears of friends or lovers when they grieve?" Like the sharp reeds along soune winding brook, To sooth his passion, thus the virgin try'd; When through the leafless woods the north wind With wonder, thus th’ Etolian chief reply'd : blows,

“Say who you are, who thus approach my seat, Parent of ice and thick descending snows : Unaw'd by good Dëiphobus's fate? Now fell revenge had bath'd in streams of blood, When all avoid my presence, nor appear, And pow'r in vain her desp'rate course withstood: By indignation banish'd, or by fear. fbind But Ithacus, well skill'd in ev'ry art

What is thy name? what deed of mine could To fix, or change each purpose of the heart, To friendship so unchang'd thy constant mind ; ; Their stern decrees by soft persuasion broke ; Still to survive the horrour of a crime, Aud answ'ring, thus with prudent purpose spoke: Whose colour blots the registers of time ?! “ Warriors ! your gen'rous rage approve I The hero thus. Cassandra thus replies: must;

“ Jphicles is my name; my country lies Dire was the deed; the purpos'd vengeance just; '| Where Antirrihum's rocky shores divide, But, when the kingsin full assembly sit, Extended in the deep, th' Ionian tide. To them the crime, and punishment commit: There dwells my sire possest of ample store, For rash procedure wrongs the fairest cause ; In flocks and herds and gold's refulgent ore. And private justice still insults the laws.

Oeneus bis pame; his vessels on the main, Now to your tents your shields and lances bear; From rich Hesperia waft him yearly gain, Theseus expects us, and the hour is near : And that fam'd land, whose promontories run The altars Aame; the priests in order stand, Far to the west, beneath the setting Sun; With sacrifice, to hallow ev'ry band :

Where ev'ry cliff with veins of silver gleams, But to the covert of a tent consey,

And sands of gold lie glittring in the streams. Sav'd from the scorching winds and solar ray, In Hymen's sacred ties two sons he bred, These dear remains; till Theseus has decreed Me, and my valiant brother Lycomed. Distinguish'd obsequies to grace the dead." The youngest I, was charg'd his flocks to keep The hero thus; and, from his shoulders, threw My brother rul'd his galleys on the deep. The regal cloak of gold, and shining blue ; Once as he left Iberia's wealthy shore, Which o'er the slain, with prudent care, he With Boetic fleeces fraught and precious ore; spread,

Phænician pirates waited on the strand, His ghastly features, from the crowd, to shade. Where high Pachynus stretches from the land ; Thrice to his eyes a flood of sorrow came; In that fam'd isle where Ætna lifts his spires, Tbrice on the brink he check'd the gushing With smoke obscure, and blows his sulph'rous stream,

fires. In act to flow, his rising sighs supprest; Behind the cliffs conceal'd, the treach'rous band Patient of grief, he lock'd it in his breast. Waited the Greeks descending on the strand :

My brother there with twenty youths they slew;
Their suclden arrows from an ambush flew.
Dire was the deed; and still my sorrows stream,
Whene'er that argument of woe I name,

And grief prevails; but, in your presence, most;
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Yon still recall the brother whom I lost :

For such he was in lineaments of face,
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Io martial stature, and majestic grace;
To sad, despair tho Etolian chief resign'd, Though less in all; in form inferior far;
And dire remorse, which stung bis tortur'd mind, And still, though valiant, less in works of war,
From early dawn, in dust extended lay,

Hence, decply rooted in my constant heart, By all abandon'd till the setting ray.

You challenge, as your own, a brother's part: 'Twas then Cassandra came; and, at the door, And I alone, of all the host, remain Thrice call’d her lord: he started from the floor: To share your grief and suffer in your pain." In sullen majesty his chair of state,

Thus by an artful tale, the virgin strove Full in the midst opposed to the gate,

'To shun discov'ry, and conceal her love. The hero press'd: the anxious maid drew near, Yet still her looks, her gestures, all express'd By love excited, and restrained by fear :

The maid ; her love in blushes stood confessid, Trembling before the chief she stood; and held Tydides saw; and quickly, to his thought, A bowl of wne with temp'ring mixtures qnell'd; Each circumstance the fair Cassandra brought. The fragrant juice which fam'd Thesprotia yields, Silent he sat ; and fix'd in deep surprise, The vintage of her cliffs, and sunny fields. Her flushing features mark'd and downcast eyes. And thus: "Dread lord ! reject not with disdain He thus reply'd: “The native truth reveal; A present offer'd by a humble swain.

And, what I ask you, hope not to conceal, This bowl receive, of gentle force to charm Or shall I credit what you now have said; Distress, and of its rigour grief disarm.

Deneus your sire, your brother Lycomed? How vain to grieve for ever for the past ? Or art thou she, whose beauty first did move, No hour recalls the actions of the last :

Within my peaceful breast, the rage of lore: Nor groaas, nor sighs, nor streams of sorrow shed, With look and voice severe, the hero spoke. Prom their long slumber can awake the dead. Aw'd and abash'd, the conscious virgin shook ;

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She dropt the silver goblet on the ground; He deems you lost, and desp'rate of his state, The fragrant liquor drench'd the pavement By grief subdu'd invokes his lingöring fate: round,

Incessant tears bedew his wrinkled face, And thus Tydides with a frown address'd : And ashes foul his hoary locks disgrace. “ Thy art is useless, and the truth confess'd; Return, return! por let misjudging pride, Nor can that fair disguise of martial arms With further errours, strive the past to hide. And male attire, conceal thy fatal charms. Return, once more to bless his aged eyes, Those eyes I see, whose soft enchantment stole Or, by your guilty stay a parent dies." My peace, and stirr'd a tempest in my soul : She ended thus. Her arms Cassandra spread By their mild sight, in innocence array'd, To fold, in close embrace, the parting shade; To guilty madness was my heart betray'd. In vain; for, starting from her grasp, it flew, Déiphobus is dead; his mournful ghost,

And, gliding thro' the shady walks, withdrew. Lamenting, wanders on the Stygian coast; The virgin now awaits the rising morn, And blames my wrath. Oh! that the Sun, which with purpose fix'd impatient to return : gave

And when, thro’ broken clouds, a glimm'ring ray Light to thy birth, had set upon thy grave; Of early dawn foretold approaching day; And he had liv'd! now lifeless on the plain The spear she grasp’d, and on her temples plac'd A corse he lies, and number'd with the slain.'' The golden casque, with various plumage grac'd ;

The hero ended thus ; with melting eye, Tydides' gift; when in the ranks of fight The virgin turn'd, unable to reply.

The brave Clytander sunk beneath his might. In sorrow graceful, as the queen of love

The gods she calld; and, bending to the ground, Who mourn'd Adonis in the Syrian grove,

Their aid invok'd with reverence profound. Confounded and abash’d, she left the tent, Then left the dome; and where Ismenus strays, And thro the host in silent anguish went,

Winding thro' thickest woods his wat’ry maze, Far to the left; where, in a lonely wood, Her way pursu'd: a hostile band drew vear; To Ceres built, a rural temple stoud;

Their tread she heard, and saw their arindur By swains frequented once, but now the place

clear; Unsightly shrubs o'erspread and weeds disgrace, Chief of the Theban youth; the herds they drove, Thither Cassandra went ; and at the shrine, And socks collected from the hills above. With suppliant voice address'd the power divine: For thus the Paphian goddess had betray'd, “ Hear me, dread genius of this sacred grove ! To hands of cruel focs, the guiltless maid. Let my complaints thy sov'reign pity move. By sudden terrour check'd, at first she stood : To seek the friendly shelter of thy dome, Then turn'd, and sought the covert of the wood; With heart unstain'd, and guiltless hands, I come: Nor so escap'd: her glittring armour shone, Love is my crime ; and, in thy rural seat, The starry helmet and the lofty cone, From infamy I seek a safe retreat.

Full to the glowing east; its golden rays By blame unmerited, and cold neglect,

Her winding fight betray'd thiro' all its maze. Banish'd I come; receive me and protect!” The Thebans saw; and, rushing 'midst the shade She pray'd, and ent'ring, 'gainst a pillar, staid With shouts' of triumph, seiz'd the trembling Her lance; and on the floor her armour laid. Amaz'd and pale, before the hostile band, (maid. Then falling prostrate pour'd a flood of tears, She stood ; and dropt the jav'lin from her hand. With present ills oppress'd and future fears. “ O spare my life!" she cry'd, nor wealth, nor

'Twas then the herald of the queen of love, To purchase in the works of war, I came. [fame Zelotypė, descended in the grove,

No hate to you I bear, or Creon's sway, By Venus sent ; but still her counsels faild; Whose sov'reign will the sons of Thebes obey: And Pallas with superior sway prevail'd : Me hapless friendship hither led, to share, The phantom enter'd, and assum'd a form, With Diomed, the dangers of the war. Pale as the Moon appearing thro' a storm; I now return and quit the martial strife, In Amyclea's shape disguis'd she came ;

My sire to succour on the verge of life; The same her aspect, and her voice the same. Who crush'd beneath a load of sorrow bends, Cassandra saw; a sudden horrour froze

And to the grave, with painful steps, descends. Her veins ; erect her parted locks arose,

But if the plea of pity you reject, Stirr'd from the root : impatient thus the maid, The stronger ties of equity respect : With trembling lips, in falt'ring accents, said : A truce we swore; Jove witnesses the deed; My lov’d, my bonour'd parent! have my groans, On him who breaks it, vengeance will succeed." From death's deep slumber, rous'd thy sacred Thus as the virgin spoke, Phericles ey'd bones :

The arms she wore; and sternly thus reply'd: I hop'd that nothing could your peace molest; “111-fated wretch! that panoply to wear ; Nor mortal cares disturb eternal rest;

The same my brother orce in fight did bear; That safe for ever on th' Elysian shore,

Wbom fierce Tydides, with superior might, You heard of human misery no more."

O’erthrew and vanquish'd in the ranks of fight, Cassandra thus; and thus the Paphian maid: If with his foe my brother's spoils you shar'd, “ Your gen'rous love, my child, is ill repaid; A mark of love, or merited reward ; Your griefs I feel, and bear a parent's part ; Prepare to yield them and resign thy breath; Tho', blood no more returns to warm my heart; To vengeance due: Clytander claims thy death." And that, which first your mortal being bred, Frowning he spoke, and drew bis shining blade; To dust lies mould'ring in its earthy bed. Beneath the lifted steel, th' unhappy maid To Calydon, my child, with speed return; Confounded stoop'd : Mencetins caught the stroke Your father grieves; your gay companions mourn; On his broad sbield; and interposing spoke;

"Brate youth ! respect my counsel, and suspend With murmurs mix'd the wond'ring crowds re'The sudden vengeance which you now intend.

sound. The chiefs of Thebes, the rulers of the state, Most vote to spare: the angry monarch cries: In full assembly, at the Cadmean gate,

" Ye ministers, proceed; the captive dies. A monument for great Leophron rear;

Shall any here, by weak compassion mov'd, His naine, achievements, and descent to bear. A captive spare by stern Tydides lov'd ? (hand Thither let this devoted youth be led,

The scourge of Thebes, whose wide-ilestroying An off'ring grateful to the hero's shade:

Has thinn'd our armies in their native land, Nor shall Clytander less the deed approve; And slain iy son: by all the gods I swear, Or friendly zeal applaud, and feel our love ; Whose names, to cite in vain, the nations fear, When fame shall tell, in Pluto's gloomy reign, That none, he loves, shall ever 'scape iny rage: How stern Tydides mourns this warriour slain." The vulgar plea I scoru, of sex, or age, Thus ignorantly they; nor knew the peace Ev'n she, who now appears with ev'ry grace Of happy patriots, when their labors cease; Adorn'd, each charm of stature and of face: That fell revenge and life-consuming hate Ev'n though from Venus she could claim the prize, Find no admittance, to molest their state. Her life to vengeance forfeited, she dies."

And now they led the captive cross the plain ;' Sternly the monarch ended. All were still, Scarce could her trembling knees their load sus. With mute submission to the sov'reign will: tain;

Lycaon's valiant son except ; alone Thrice bad her falt'ring tongue her sex reveald, His gen'rous ardour thus oppos'd the throne: But conscious shame oppos'd it and conceal'd. “ Dread sov’reign ! listen with a patient ear, Their monarch at the Cadmean gate they found, And what I now shall offer, deign to heur. In mournful state, with all his peers around. When first by force we seiz'd this captive maid, Oblations to Leophron's mighty sha-le,

The truce was vi’lated, our faith betray'd; In honey, milk, and fragrant wines they paid. And justice, which, in war and peace, prevails And thus Lycaon's son address’d the king: Alike, and weighs their deeds with equal scales, “ A grateful off'ring to your rites we bring. Her freedom claims, with presents to atone This youth, the friend of Diomed, we found For what our rage perfidiously has done: Clad in the armour which Clytander own'd; let us not, now, to further wrongs proceed; My brother's spoils, by Diomed possest,

But fear the curse for perjury decreed." When his keen jav'lin pierc'd the hero's breast. Pherieles thus: and, with a stern regard, Soon had my rage the hostile deed repaid, His indignation thus the king declar'd: With vengeance grateful to his kindred shade; “Vain giddy youth! forbear with factions breath, But public griefs the first atonements claim, To rouse my justice to pronounce thy death : And heroes of a more distinguish'd name. In opposition, first of all you move, Leophron, once his country's pride and boast; While others hear in silence, and approve. Andremos too, the bulwark of the host,

Your bold presumption check, and learn to dread His blood demands; for when their souls shall My vengeance thunder'd on your wretched hrad." know

Frowning be ended thus: his threats defy'd, The sweet revenge, in Pluto's shades below, With gen'rous heat Phericles thus reply'd: Pleas'd with our zeal, will each illustrious ghost, Princes! attend, and trust my words sincere ; With lighter footsteps, press th’Elysian coast.” The king I honour, and his will revere,

He spoke; the princes all at once incline; When truth gires sanction to his just commands, The rest, with shouts, applaud the dire design. No common right in opposition stands: An altar soon of flow'ry turf they raise:

Yet gen'rous minds a principle retain, On ev'ry side the sacred torches blaze:

Which promises and threats attempt in vain. The bowls, in shining order, plac'd around; Which claims dominion, by the gols imprest, The fatal knife was whetted for the wound. The love of justice in the human breast: Decreed to perish, stood the helpless fair; By this inspir'd, against superior enight, Like some soft fawn, when, in the hunter's spare I rise undaunted in the cause of right, Involv'd, she sees him from his seat arise, scries: 1 And now, by all th' avenging gods, I swear, His brandish'd truncheon dreads, and hears his whose names, to cite in vain, the nations fear; Silent she stands, to barb'rous force resign'd, That no bold warrior of the Theban bands, In anguish soft, dissolv'd her tender mind, This maid shall violate with hostile hands ; [wield, The priests in order ev'ry rite prepard;

While these my arms have force the lance tu Her neck and bosom, for the blow, they bard; And lift in her defence this pond'ruus shield, The helmet loos'd, the buckled mail unbound, Not ev'n the king himself, whose sov'reigu sway Whose shining circles fened her neck aronnd. The martial sons of sacred Thebes aboy.' Down sunk the fair disguise; and full to sight He said; and, by his bold example fir'd, The virgin stood, with charms divinely bright. Twelve warriors rose, with equal zeal inspir'd, The comely ringlets of her flowing hair,

With shining steel the altar they surround, Such as the wood-nymphs wear, and Naiades fair The fire now naming, and the victim crowu'd, Hung loose; her middle by a zone embrac'd, On ev'ry side in wild disorder move Which fix'd the floating garment round her waist. The thick compacted crouds: as when a grove, Venus herself divine etfulgence shed

Rock'd hy a sudden whirlwind, bends and strains O'er all her stature, and her lovely head; From right to left, along the woodland plains : Such as in spring the colour'd blossoms show, Fell discord soon had rag'd, in civil blood, When on their op'ning leaves the zephyrs blow : With wide destruction not to be with siood; Amazement seiz'd the chiefs ; and all around For from his seat the angry monarch suruns,

And lifted, for the blow, the sceptre hung: Patient above thy sex! an ill reward,
But 'midst the tumult Clytophon appear'd, Blame and unjust reproach, was all you shar'd.
Approv'd for wisdom, and with rer’rence heard. By my unkindness banish'd, now you roam,
Straight, by the robe, the furious chief he seiz'd, And seek, through paths unknown, your distant
And thus, with sage advice, his wrath appeas'd:

home: “ Hear, mighty prince! respect the words of age, To mountain wolves expos'd, a helpless prey, And calm the wasteful tempest of thy rage; And men unjust more terrible than they. The public welfare to revenge prefer,

Save her, ye gods! and let me stand the aim For nations suffer when their sov'reigns err. Of Jove's all-dreaded bolt,and scorching flame." It ill becomes us now, when hostile pow'rs

Thus plain'd the hero till the setting ray With strictest siege invest our stait'ned tow'rs! Withdrew, and ev'ning shades expellid the day; It ill becomes us thus, with civil arms,

Then in his tent, before his lofty seat, To wound the state, and aggravate our harms. Appear'd a herald from the Theban state; Hear, all ye princes! what to me appears The hero's knees, with trembling hands, be A prudent counsel, worthy of your ears:

press'd, Let us inquire, if in our hands we hold

And with his message thus the chief address'd: A life esteem'd by Diomed the bold :

Hear, mighty prince! the tidings wbich I bring, If, in his breast, those tender passions reign, From Thebes assembled, and the Theban king. Which charms like these must kindle and main- An armed warriour of your native train, Our mandates freely to his tent we send, [tain; At early dawn, was seiz'd upon the plain. For to our will his haughty soul must bend: What others did, forgive, if I relate; Nor dares he, while the Theban walls enclose Creou commands me and the Theban state, A pledge so dear, invade us or oppose ;

A fairer youth, in martial arms, ne'er came Byt must submit, whenever we require,

To court bright honour in the fields of fame. Or with his pow'rs to aid us, or retire."

A casque of polish'd steel his temples press'd, He said; the monarch painfully supprest The golden cone with various plumage dress'd ; His burning rage, and lock'd it in his breast. A silver mail embrac'd his body round, He thus reply'd: “Thy prudent words inspire And greaves of brass his slender ancles bound: Pacific councils, and subdue mine ire:

To Thebes well known the panoply he wore, But if in peace I rul'd the Theban state, The same, which once, renown'd Clytander Nor hostile armies thunder'd at my gate;

bore. They had not dard, with insolence and spite, Our warriors dragg'd him to the Cadmean gate, My purpose to oppose and scorn my might.” Where Creon, with the rulers of the state, He said, and to his seat again retir'd;

Assembled sat; the trembling captive stoud, While sudden transport ev'ry breast inspir'd; With arms surrounded, and th' insulting crowd, As swains rejoice, when, from the troubled skies, O spare my life!' he cry'd, nor wealth, nor By breezes swept, a gather'd tempest Ries; To purchase in the works of war, I came. (fame With wish'd return the Sun exerts his beams No hate to you I bear, or Creon's sway, To chcer the woods and gild the shining streams. Whose sov'reign will the sons of Thebes obey. Mean while the sou of Tydeus, through the Meluckless friendship bither led, to share, plain,

With Diomed, the dangers of the war. With wishing eyes, Cassandra sought in vain ; I now return, and quit the martial strife, At ev'ry leader of the bands inquir'd;

My sire to succour on the verge of life; Then, sad and hopeless, to his tent retir'd. Whose feeble age the present aid demands, 'Twas then his grief the bounds of silence bruke, And kind assistance of my filial hands.' And thus in secret to himself he spoke:

His words inclin'd the wisest and the best, “Me sure, of all men's sons, the gods have curst And some their gen'rous sympathy exprest: With their chief plagues, the greatest and the But others, nothing mov'd, his guiltless bead worst;

With threats demanded, to avenge the dead : Doom'd to disasters, from my earliest hour; And thus the king : “My countrymen, attend ! Not wise to shun nor patient to endure.

In this, let all your loud contention end :
From me the source, unnumber'd ills proceed Diomed, to save this valu'd life,
To all my friends; Dëiphobus is dead!

The held abandons and the martial strife ;
His soul excluded seeks the nether skies, The captive safe, with presents, I'll restore,
And wrong'd Cassandra from my presence flies. Of brass, and steel, and gold's refulgent ore:
Me surely, at my birth, the gods desigu'd But if these terms the baughty chief shall slight,
Their rod of wrath, to scourge the human kind; And for the Argives still exert bis might;
För slaughter forin'd, with brutal fury brave, Before our hero's tombs, this youth shall bleed,
Prompt to destroy, but impotent to save. To please the living, and avenge the dead.'
How could my madness blame thee, gen'rous His sentence all approv'd; and to your ear,
maid!

As public herald, I the message bear ; And, with my crime, thy innocence upbraid ? And must your answer crave, without delay; Deiphobus is fall'o! but not by thce ;

Creon and Thebes already blame my stay.” Thy only fault, alas! was love to me;

Thus as he spoke, contending passions strore, For this, in plated steel thy limbs were dress'd, With force oppos'd, the hero's soul to move ; A weighty shield thy tender arm oppress'd : As shifting winds impel the ocean's tide, For this, thou didst to hostile fields repair, And sway the reeling waves from side to side: And court such objects as distract the fair; Rage dietated revenge; but tender fear,

From love and pity, waru'd him to forbear:

Till, like a lion, fiercer from his pain,

" In vain you strive to sway my constant mind; these words broke forth in wrath and high dis- I'll not depart while Theseus stays behind: dain:

Me nothing e'er, to change my faith, shall move, “Go, tell your tyrant, that he tempts a soul By men attested, and the gods above : Which presents cannot win, nor threats control : But since your lawless tyrant has detain'd Not form’d, like his, to mock at ev'ry tie; A valu'd hostage, treacherously gaia'd; With perjury to sport, and Heav'n defy. And dire injustice only will restore A common league the Argive warriors swore, When force compels, or proffer'd gifts implore : And seald the sacred tie with wine and gore; A truce I grant, till the revolving Sun, My faith was plighted then, and ne'er shall fail, Twice ten full circuits of his joumey run, Nor Creon's arts, to change me, aught avail. From the red ocean, points the morning ray, But tell him lond, that all the host may hear, And on the steps of darkness pours the day: And Thebes through all her warriors learn to Till then, froin fight and council I abstain, fear,

Nor lead my pow'rs to combat on the plain : If any, from himself, or by command,

For this, your monarch to my tent shall send The captive violates with hostile hand;

The captive, and from injuries defend.
That all shall quickly rue the guilty deed, This proffer is my last ; in vain will prove
When, to requite it, multitudes shall bleed." All your attempts my fixed mind to move:
Sternly the hero ended, and resigu’d,

If Thebes accepts it, let a sign declare,
To fierce disorder, all his mighty mind.

A flaming torch, display'd aloft in air, Already in his thoughts, with vengeful hands, From that high tow'r, whose airy top is known He dealt destruction 'midst the Theban bands, By trav'lers froin afar, and marks the town; lo fancy saw the tott'ring turrets fall,

The fane of Jove: but if they shall reject And led his warriors o'er the leveld wall

. The terms I send, nor equity respect, Rous’d with the thought, from his high seat he | They soon shall feel the fury of mine ire, sprung;

In wasteful havoc, and the rage of fire." And grasp'à the sword, which on a column hung; The hero thus; and round his shoulders fung The shining blade he balanc'd thrice in air; A shaggy cloak, with vulgar trappings bung; His lances next he view'd, and armour fair. And on his head a leathern helmet plac'd, When, hanging 'midst the costly panoply, A boar's rough front with grisly terrours grac'd; A scarf embroider'd met the hero's eye,

A spear he next assum'd, and pond'rous shield, Which fair Cassandra's skilful hands had wrought, And led the Theban, issuing to the field. A present for her lord, in secret brought, Amid surrounding guards they pass'd unseen, That day, when first he led bis martial train Por night had stretch'd her friendly sbade beIn arms, to combat on the Theban plain. [pose,

tween;

[knew; As some strong charm, which magic sounds com- Till nearer, through the gloom, the gate they Suspends a downward torrent as it flows; The herald enter'd, and the chief withdrew : Checks in the precipice its headlong course, But turning oft to 'Thebes his eager eyes, And calls it trembling upwards to its source : The signal, on the tow'r, at last he spies; Such seem'd the robe, which, to the hero's eyes, A flaming torch, upon the top, expos'd, Made the fair artist in her charms to rise. Its ray at once his troubled mind compos'd: His rage, suspended in its full career,

Such joy he felt, as when a match-tow'r's light,
To love resigns, to grief and tender fear. Seen through the gloom of some tempestuous
Glad would be now his former words revoke, Glads the wet mariner, a star to guide (night,
And change the purpose which in wrath he spoke; His lab'ring vessel, through the stormy tide.
From hostile hands his captive fair to gain,
Frorn fate to save her, or the servile chain :
But pride, and shame, the fond design supprest;
Silent he stood, and lock'd it in his breast.
Yet had the wary Theban well divin'd,

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By symptoms sure, each motion of bis mind :
With joy he saw the heat of rage suppress'd ;

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And thus again his artful words address'd. (ear,
"Illustrious prince! with patience bend thine Now silent night the middle space possest,
And what I now shall offer, deign to hear. Of Heav'n, or journey'd downwards to the west;
Of all the griefs, distressful mortals prove, But Creon, still with thirst of vengeance fir'd,
The woes of friendship most my pity move, Repose declin'd, nor from his toils respir'd;
You much I pity, and the youth regret,

But held his peers in council to debate Whom you too rigidly resign to fate;

Plans for revenge, suggested by his hate. Expos'd alone, no hope of comfort near,

Before the king Dienices appear'd; The scorn and cruelty of foes to bear.

To speak his tidings sad, the hero fear'd; O that my timely counsel might avail,

Return'd from Oeta; thither sent to call For love, and sympathy, to turn the scale! Alcides to protect his native wall. That Thebes releas'd from thy devouring sword, And Creon thus: “ Dienices ! explain The captive bonor'd, and with gifts restor'd, Your sorrow; are our hopes of aid in vain ? We get might hope for peace, and you again Does Hercules neglect his native soil ; Enjoy the blessings of your native reign.” While strangers reap the harvest of his toil? Insinuating thus, the herald try'd

We from your silence cannot hope success ; His aim to compass; and the chief reply'd : But further ills your falling tears confess: VOLXII.

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