With four Tegans, whose indignant chief, Brave Hegesander, vengeance breath'd in vain, With streaming wounds repuls'd. Thus far un- match'd,
His arm prevail'd; when Hyperanthes call'd From fight his fainting legions. Now each band Their languid courage reinforc'd by rest. Meantime with Teribazus thus conferr'd [youth, Th' applauding prince. "Thou much deserving Had twenty warriors in the dang'rous van Like thee maintain'd the onset, Greece had wept Her prostrate ranks. The weary'd fight awhile I now relax, till Abradates strong,
Orontes and Mazæus are advanc'd.
Then to the conflict will I give no pause. If not by prowess, yet by endless toil Successive numbers shall exhaust the foe,"
He said. Immers'd in sadness, scarce reply'd, But to himself complain'd the am'rous youth.
"Still do I languish, mourning o'er the fame My arm acquires. Tormented heart! thou seat Of constant sorrow, what deceitful smiles Yet canst thou borrow from unreal hope To flatter life? At Ariana's feet What if with supplicating knees I bow, Implore her pity, and reveal my love. Wretch! canst thou climb to your effulgent orb, And share the splendours which irradiate Heav'n? Dost thou aspire to that exalted maid, Great Xerxes' sister, rivalling the claim Of Asia's proudest potentates and kings? Unless within her bosom I inspir'd A passion fervent as my own, nay more, Such, as dispelling ev'ry virgin fear, Might, unrestrain'd, disclose its fond desire, My love is hopeless; and her willing hand, Should she bestow it, draws from Asia's lord On both perdition." By despair benumb'd, His limbs their action lose. A wish for death O'ercasts and chills his soul. When sudden cries From Ariamnes rouse his drooping pow'rs. Alike in manners they of equal age Were friends, and partners in the glorious toil Of war. Together they victorious chas'd The bleeding sons of Nile, when Egypt's pride Before the sword of Hyperanthes fell. That lov'd companion Teribazus views By all abandon'd, in his gore outstretch'd, The victor's spoil. His languid spirit starts; He rushes ardent from the Persian line; The wounded warrior in his strong embrace He bears away. By indignation stung, Fierce from the Grecians Diophantus sends A loud defiance. Teribazus leaves His rescu'd friend. His massy shield he rears; High brandishing his formidable spear, He turns intrepid on th' approaching foe. Amazement follows. On he strides, and shakes The plumed honours of his shining crest. Th' ill-fated Greek awaits th' unequal fight, Pierc'd in the throat with sounding arms he falls. Through ev'ry file the Mantineans mourn. Long on the slain the victor fix'd his sight With these reflections. "By thy splendid arms Thou art a Greek of no ignoble rank. From thy ill fortune I perhaps derive A more conspicuous lustre-What if Heav'n Should add new victims, such as thou, to grace My undeserving hand? Who knows, but she Might smile upon my trophies. Oh! vain thought!
I see the pride of Asia's monarch swell With vengeance fatal to her beauteous head. Disperse, ye phantom hopes. Too long, torn heart, Hast thou with grief contended. Lo! I plaut My foot this moment on the verge of death, By fame invited, by despair impell'd To pass th' irremeable bound. No more Shall Teribazus backward turn his step, But here conclude his doom. Then cease to heave, Thou troubled bosom, ev'ry thought be calm Now at th' approach of everlasting peace."
He ended; when a mighty foe drew nigh, Not less than Dithyrambus. Ere they join'd, The Persian warrior to the Greek began.
"Art thou th' unconquerable chief, who mow'd Our battle down? That eagle on thy shield Too well proclaims thee. To attempt thy force I rashly purpos'd. That my single arm Thou deign'st to meet, accept my thanks, and know, The thought of conquest less employs my soul, Than admiration of thy glorious deeds,
And that by thee I cannot fall disgrac'd."
He ceas'd. These words the Thespian youth return'd.
"Of all the praises from thy gen'rous mouth The only portion my desert may claim, Is this my bold adventure to confront Thee, yet unmatch'd. What Grecian hath not mark'd Thy flaming steel? From Asia's boundless camp Not one hath equall'd thy victorious might. But whence thy armour of the Grecian form? Whence thy tall spear, thy helmet? Whence the weight
Of that strong shield? Unlike thy eastern friends, O if thou be'st some fugitive, who, lost To liberty and virtue, art become A tyrant's vile stipendiary, that arm, That valour thus triumphant I deplore, Which after all their efforts and success Deserve no honour from the gods, or men." Here Teribazus in a sigh rejoin'd. "I am to Greece a stranger, am a wretch To thee unknown, who courts this hour to die, Yet not ignobly, but in death to raise My name from darkness, while I end my woes." The Grecian then. "I view thee, and I mourn. A dignity, which virtue only bears, Firm resolution, seated on thy brow, Though grief hath dimm'd thy drooping eye, de- My veneration: and, whatever be The malice of thy fortune, what the cares Infesting thus thy quiet, they create Within my breast the pity of a friend. Why then, constraining my reluctant hand To act against thee, will thy might support Th' unjust ambition of malignant kings, The foes to virtue, liberty, and peace? Yet free from rage or enmity I lift My adverse weapon. Victory I ask. Thy life may fate for happier days reserve." This said, their beaming lances they protend, Of hostile hate, or fury both devoid, As on the isthmian, or Olympic sands, For fame alone contending. Either host, Pois'd on their arms, in silent wonder gaze. The fight commences. Soon the Grecian spear, Which, all the day in constant battle worn, Unnumber'd shields and corselets had transfix'd, Against the Persian buckler, shiv'ring, breaks, Its master's hand disarming, Then began
LEONIDAS. The sense of honour, and the dread of shame To swell in Dithyrambus. Undismay'd, He grappled with his foe, and instant seiz'd His threat'ning spear, before th' uplifted arm Could execute the meditated wound.
The weapon burst between their struggling grasp. Their hold they loosen, bare their shining swords. With equal swiftness to defend or charge Each active youth advances and recedes. Now direct, On ev'ry side they traverse.
Obliquely now the wheeling blades descend. Still is the conflict dubious; when the Greek, Dissembling, points his falchion to the ground, His arm depressing, as o'ercome by toil: While with his buckler cautious he repels The blows, repeated by his active foe. Greece trembles for her hero. Joy pervades The ranks of Asia; Hyperanthes strides Before the line, preparing to receive
His friend triumphant: while the wary Greek Calm and defensive bears th' assault. As by th' incautious fury of his strokes, The Persian swung his cov'ring shield aside, The fatal moment Dithyrambus seiz'd. Light darting forward with his feet outstretch'd, Between th' unguarded ribs he plung'd his steel. Affection, grief, and terrour wing the speed Of Hyperanthes. From his bleeding foe The Greek retires, not distant, and awaits The Persian prince. But he with watry cheeks In speechless anguish clasps his dying friend; From whose cold lip with interrupted phrase "O dearest, best of men! These accents break. Ten thousand thoughts of gratitude and love Are struggling in my heart-O'erpow'ring Fate Denies my voice the utt'rance-O my friend! O Hyperanthes! Hear my tongue unfold What, had I liv'd, thou never shouldst have known. I lov'd thy sister. With despair I lov'd. Soliciting this honourable doom,
Without regret in Persia's sight and thine I fall." Th' inexorable hand of Fate Weighs down his eyelids, and the gloom of death His fleeting light eternally o'ershades. Him on Choaspes o'er the blooming verge A frantic mother shall bewail; shall strew Her silver tresses in the crystal wave: While all the shores re-echo to the name Of Teribazus lost. Th' afflicted prince, Contemplating in tears the pallid corse, Vents in these words the bitterness of grief.
"Oh! Teribazus! Oh! my friend, whose loss I will deplore for ever. Oh! what pow'r, By me, by thee offended, clos'd thy breast To Hyperanthes in distrust unkind!
She should, she must have lov'd thee-Now no
Thy placid virtues, thy instructive tongue, Shall drop their sweetness on my secret hours. But in complaints doth friendship waste the time, Which to immediate vengeance should be giv'n?" He ended, rushing furious on the Greek; Who, while his gallant enemy expir'd, While Hyperanthes tenderly receiv'd The last embraces of his gasping friend, Stood nigh, reclin'd in sadness on his shield, And in the pride of victory repin'd.
Unmark'd, his foe approach'd. But forward sprung Diomedon. Before the Thespian youth Aloft he rais'd his targe, and loudly thus.
"Hold thee, barbarian, from a life more worth Than thou and Xerxes with his host of slaves." His words he seconds with his rapid lance. Soon a tremendous conflict had ensu'd; But Intaphernes, Mindus, and a crowd Of Persian lords, advancing, fill the space Betwixt th' encount'ring chiefs. With fruitless efforts they attempt the fight. So rage two balls along th' opposing banks Of some deep flood, which parts the fruitful mead. Defiance thunders from their angry mouths In vain: in vain the furrow'd sod they rend; Wide rolls the stream, and intercepts the war.
As by malignant fortune if a drop Of moisture mingles with a burning mass Of liquid metal, instant show'rs of death On ev'ry side th' exploding fluid spreads; So disappointment irritates the flame
Of fierce Platæa's chief, whose vengeance bursts In wide destruction. Embas, Daucus fall, Arsæus, Ochus, Mendes, Artias die; And ten most hardy of th' immortal guard, To shivers breaking on the Grecian shield Their gold embellish'd weapons, raise a mound O'er thy pale body, O in prime destroy'd, Of Asia's garden once the fairest plant, Fall'n Teribazus! Thy distracted friend From this thy temporary tomb is dragg'd By forceful zeal of satraps to the shore; Where then the brave Abrocomes arrang'd The succours new, by Abradates brought, Orontes and Mazæus. Turning swift, Abrocomes inform'd his brother thus.
'Strong reinforcement from th' immortal guard Pandates bold to Intaphernes leads,
In charge to harass by perpetual toil Those Grecians next the mountain. Thou unite Here the hostile ranks Less stable seem. Our joint impression try; To me thy valour. Let all the weight of battle here impend. Rouse, Hyperanthes. Give regret to winds. Who hath not lost a friend this direful day? Let not our private cares assist the Greeks Too strong already; or let sorrow act: Mourn and revenge." These animating words Send Hyperanthes to the foremost line. His vengeful ardour leads. The battle joins.
Who stemm'd this tide of onset? Who imbru'd His shining spear the first in Persian blood? Eupalamus. Artembares he slew With Derdas fierce, whom Caucasus had rear'd On his tempestuous brow, the savage sons Of violence and rapine. But their doom Fires Hyperanthes, whose vindictive blade Arrests the victor in his haughty course. Beneath the strong Abrocomes o'erwhelm'd, Melissus swells the number of the dead. None could Mycena boast of pronder birth, Than young Melissus, who in silver mail He in Cirrha's mead, The line embellish'd. Where high Parnassus from his double top O'ershades the Pythian games, the envy'd prize Of Fame obtain'd. Low sinks his laurell'd head In death's cold night; and horrid gore deforms The graceful hair. Impatient to revenge, Aristobulus strides before the van. A storm of fury darkens all his brow. For death Around he rolls his gloomy eye. Is Alyattes mark'd, of regal blood, Deriv'd from Croesus, once imperial lord
Of nations. Him the nymphs of Halys wept; When, with delusive oracles beguil'd'
By Delphi's god, he pass'd their fatal waves A mighty empire to dissolve: nor knew
Th' ill-destin'd prince, that envious Fortune watch'd That direful moment from his hand to wrest The sceptre of his fathers. In the shade Of humble life his race on Timolus' brow Lay hid; till, rous'd to battle, on this field Sinks Alyattes, and a royal breed In him extinct for ever. Lycis dies,
For boist'rous war ill-chosen. He was skill'd To tune the lulling flute, and melt the heart; Or with his pipe's awak'ning strain allure The lovely dames of Lydia to the dance, They on the verdant level graceful mov'd In vary'd measures; while the cooling breeze Beneath their swelling garments wanton'd o'er Their snowy breasts, and smooth Caijster's stream, Soft-gliding, murmur'd by. The hostile blade Draws forth his entrails. Prone he falls. Not long The victor triumphs. From the prostrate corse Of Lycis while insulting he extracts The reeking weapon, Hyperanthes' steel Invades his knee, and cuts the sinewy cords. The Mycenaeans with uplifted shields, Corinthians and Phliasians close around The wounded chieftain. In redoubled rage The contest glows. Abrocomes incites Each noble Persian. Each his voice obeys. Here Abradates, there Mazeus press, Orontes and Hydarnes. None retire From toil, or peril. Urg'd on ev'ry side, Mycena's band to Fortune leave their chief. Despairing, raging, destitute he stands, Propt on his spear. His wound forbids retreat. None, but his brother, Eumenes, abides The dire extremity. His studded orb Is held defensive. On his arm the sword Of Hyperanthes rapidly descends.
Down drops the buckler, and the sever'd hand Resigns its hold. The unprotected pair By Asia's hero to the ground are swept; As to a reaper crimson poppies low'r Their heads luxuriant on the yellow plain. From both their breasts the vital currents flow, And mix their streams. Elate the Persians pour Their numbers, deep'ning on the foe dismay'd. The Greeks their station painfully maintain. This Anaxander saw, whose faithless tongue His colleague Leontiades bespake.
"The hour is come to serve our Persian friends. Behold, the Greeks are press'd. Let Thebes retire, A bloodless conquest yielding to the king."
This said, he drew his Thebans from their post, Not with unpunish'd treachery. The lance Of Abradates gor'd their foul retreat; Nor knew the Asian chief, that Asia's friends Before him bled. Meantime, as mighty Jove, Or he more ancient on the throne of Heav'n, When from the womb of Chaos dark the world Emerg'd to birth, where'er he view'd the jar Of atoms yet discordant and unform'd, Confusion thence with pow'rful voice dispell'd, Till light and order universal reign'd; So from the hill Leonidas survey'd The various war. He saw the Theban rout; That Corinth, Phlius, and Mycena look'd Affrighted backward. Instantly his charge Is borne by Maron, whom obedience wings,
Precipitating down the sacred cave,
That Sparta's ranks, advancing, should repair The disunited phalanx. Ere they move, Dieneces inspires them.
| Calls forth your valour in a signal hour. For you this glorious crisis she reserv'd Laconia's splendour to assert. Young man, Son of Megistias, follow." He conducts [wedg'd Th' experienc'd troop. They lock their shields, and In dense arrangement, repossess the void Left by the faithless Thebans, and repulse Th' exulting Persians. When with efforts vain These oft renew'd the contest, and recoil'd, As oft confounded, with diminish'd ranks; Lo! Hyperanthes blush'd, repeating late The words of Artemisia. Learn, O chiefs, The only means of glory and success. Unlike the others, whom we newly chas'd, These are a band, selected from the Greeks, Perhaps the Spartans, whom we often hear By Demaratus prais'd. To break their line In vain we struggle, unarray'd and lax, Depriv'd of union. Do not we presidę O'er Asia's armies, and our courage boast, Our martial art above the vulgar herd? Let us, ye chiefs, attempt in order'd ranks To form a troop, and emulate the foe."
They wait not dubious. On the Malian shore In gloomy depth a column soon is form'd Of all the nobles, Abradates strong, Orontes bold, Mazæus, and the might Of brave Abrocomes with each, who bore The highest honours, and excell'd in arms; Themselves the lords of nations, who before The throne of Xerxes tributary bow'd. To these succeed a chosen number, drawn 'From Asia's legions, vaunted most in fight; Who from their king perpetual stipends share; Who, station'd round the provinces, by force His tyranny uphold. In ev'ry part
Is Hyperanthes active, ardent seen Throughout the huge battalion. He adjusts Their equal range, then cautious, lest on march Their unaccustom'd order should relax, Full in the centre of the foremost rank Orontes plants, committing to his hand Th' imperial standard; whose expanded folds Glow'd in the air, presenting to the Sun The richest dye of Tyre. The royal bird Amid the gorgeous tincture shone express'd In high-embroider'd gold. The wary prince On this conspicuous, leading sign of war, Commands each satrap, posted in the van, To fix his eye regardful, to direct By this alone his even pace and slow, Retiring, or advancing. So the star, Chief of the spangles on that fancy'd Bear, Once an Idæan nymph, and nurse of Jove, Bright Cynosura to the Boreal pole Attracts the sailor's eye; when distance hides The headland signals, and her guiding ray, New-ris'n, she throws. The hero next appoints, That ev'ry warrior through the length'ning files, Observing none, but those before him plac'd, Shall watch their motions, and their steps pursue. Nor is th' important thicket next the pass Forgot. Two thousand of th' immortal guard That station seize. His orders all perform'd, Close by the standard he assumes his post. Intrepid thence he animates his friends.
"Heroic chieftains, whose unconquer'd force Rebellious Egypt, and the Libyan felt, Think, what the splendour of your former deeds From you exacts. Remember, from the great Illustrious actions are a debt to Fame. No middle path remains for them to tread, Whom she hath once ennobled. Lo! this day By trophies new will signalize your names, Or in dishonour will for ever cloud."
He said, and vig'rous all to fight proceed. As, when tempestuous Eurus stems the weight Of western Neptune, struggling through the straits Which bound Alcides' labours, here the storm With rapid wing reverberates the tide; There the contending surge with furrow'd tops To mountains swells, and, whelming o'er the beach On either coast, impells the hoary foam On Mauritanian and Iberian strands: Such is the dreadful onset.
Her foremost ranks unbroken, which are fill'd By chosen warriors; while the num'rous crowd, Though still promiscuous pouring from behind, Give weight and pressure to th' embattled chiefs, Despising danger. Like the mural strength Of some proud city, bulwark'd round and arm'd With rising tow'rs to guard her wealthy stores, Immoveable, impenetrable stood
Laconia's serry'd phalanx. In their face Grim Tyranny her threat'ning fetters shakes, Red Havoc grinds insatiable his jaws. Greece is behind, entrusting to their swords Her laws, her freedom, and the sacred urns Of their forefathers. Present now to thought Their altars rise, the mansions of their birth, Whate'er they honour, venerate, and love.
Bright in the Persian van th' exalted lance Of Hyperanthes flam'd. Beside him press'd Abrocomes, Hydarnes, and the bulk Of Abradates terrible in war. Firm, as a Memphian pyramid, was seen Dieneces; while Agis close in rank With Menalippus, and the added strength Of dauntless Maron, their connected shields Upheld. Each unrelax'd array maintains The conflict undecided; nor could Greece Repel the adverse numbers, nor the weight Of Asia's band select remove the Greeks.
Swift from Laconia's king, perceiving soon The Persian's new arrangement, Medon flew, Who thus the staid Dieneces address'd.
"Leonidas commands the Spartan ranks To measure back some paces. Soon he deems The unexperienc'd foes in wild pursuit Will break their order. Then the charge renew.' This heard, the signal of retreat is giv'n. The Spartans seem to yield. The Persians stop. Astonishment restrains them, and the doubt Of unexpected victory. Their sloth Abrocomes awakens. "By the Sun They fly before us. My victorious friends, Do you delay to enter Greece? Away, Rush on intrepid. I already hear
Our horse, our chariots thund'ring on her plains. I see her temples wrapt in Persian fires."
He spake. In hurry'd violence they roll Tumultuous forward. All in headlong pace Disjoin their order, and the line dissolve. This when the sage Dieneces descries, The Spartans halt, returning to the charge With sudden vigour. In a moment pierc'd
By his resistless steel, Orontes falls,
And quits th' imperial banner. This the chief In triumph waves. The Spartans press the foe. Close-wedg'd and square, in slow, progressive pace O'er heaps of mangled carcasses and arms Invincible they tread. Composing flutes Each thought, each motion harmonize. No rage Untunes their souls. The phalanx yet more deep Of Medon follows; while the lighter bands Glide by the flanks, and reach the broken foe. Amid their flight what vengeance from the arm Of Alpheus falls? O'er all in swift pursuit His active feet had match'd Was he renown'd. The son of Peleus in the dusty course; But now the wrongs, the long-remember'd wrongs Of Polydorus animate his strength
With ten-fold vigour. Like th' empurpled Moon, When in eclipse her silver disk hath lost The wonted light, his buckler's polish'd face Is now obscur'd; the figur'd bosses drop In crimson, spouting from his deathful strokes. As, when with horrour wing'd, a whirlwind rends A shatter'd navy; from the ocean cast, Enormous fragments hide the level beach; Such as dejected Persia late beheld On Thessaly's unnavigable strand : Thus o'er the champaign satraps lay bestrewn By Alpheus, persevering in pursuit Beyond the pass. Not Phoebus could inflict On Niobe more vengeance, when, incens'd By her maternal arrogance, which scorn'd Latona's race, he twang'd his ireful bow, And one by one from youth and beauty hurl'd Her sons to Pluto; nor severer pangs That mother felt, than pierc'd the gen'rous soul Of Hyperanthes, while his noblest friends On ev'ry side lay gasping. With despair He still contends. Th' immortals from their stand Behind th' entangling thicket next the pass His signal rouses. Ere they clear their way, Well-caution'd Medon from the close defile Two thousand Locrians pours. An aspect new The fight assumes. Through implicated shrubs Confusion waves each banner. Falchions, spears, And shields are all encumber'd; till the Greeks Had forc'd a passage to the yielding foe. Then Medon's arm is felt. The dreadful boar, Wide-wasting once the Calydonian fields, In fury breaking from his gloomy lair, Rang'd with less havoc through unguarded folds, Than Medon, sweeping down the glitt'ring files, So vainly styl❜d immortal. From the cliff Divine Melissa, and Laconia's king Enjoy the glories of Oïleus' son. Fierce Alpheus too, returning from his chase, Joins in the slaughter. Ev'ry Persian falls. "Brave Spartan, To him the Locrian chief.
Through thee my purpose is accomplish'd full. My phalanx here with levell'd rows of spears Shall guard the shatter'd bushes. Come what may From Asia's camp, th' assailant, flank'd and driv'n Down yonder slope, shall perish. Gods of Greece, You shall behold your fanes profusely deck'd In splendid off'rings from barbarian spoils, Won by your free-born supplicants this day." This said, he forms his ranks. Their threat'ning
Who on their course by Nile's portentous banks Descry in ambush of perfidious reeds The crocodile's fell teeth. Contiguous lay Thermopyla. Dieneces secur'd
[show'd, The narrow mouth. Two lines the Spartans One tow'rds the plain observ'd the Persian camp; One, led by Agis, fac'd th' interior pass.
Not yet discourag'd, Hyperanthes strives The scatter'd host to rally. He exhorts, Entreats, at length indignant thus exclaims.
"Degen'rate Persians! to sepulchral dust Could breath return, your fathers from the tomb Would utter groans. Inglorious, do ye leave Behind you Persia's standard to adorn Some Grecian temple! Can your splendid cars, Voluptuous couches, and delicious boards, Your gold, your gems, ye satraps, be preserv'd By cowardice and flight? The eunuch slave Will scorn such lords, your women lothe your beds." Few hear him, fewer follow; while the fight His unabating courage oft renews,
As oft repuls'd with danger: till, by all Deserted, mixing in the gen'ral rout,
He yields to fortune, and regains the camp. In short advances thus the dying tide Beats for awhile against the shelving strand, Still by degrees retiring, and at last Within the bosom of the main subsides.
Though Hyperanthes from the fight was driv'n, Close to the mountain, whose indented side There gave the widen'd pass an ample space For numbers to embattle, still his post Bold Intaphernes underneath a cliff Against the firm Platean line maintain'd. On him look'd down Leonidas like Death, When, from his iron cavern call'd by Jove, He stands gigantic on a mountain's head; Whence he commands th' affrighted Earth to quake, And, crags and forests in his direful grasp High-wielding, dashes on a town below, Whose deeds of black impiety provoke The long-enduring gods. Around the verge Of Eta, curving to a crescent's shape, The marbles, timbers, fragments lay amass'd. The Helots, peasants, mariners attend In order nigh Leonidas. They watch His look. He gives the signal. Rous'd at once The force, the skill, activity, and zeal
Of thousands are combin'd. Down rush the piles. Trees, roll'd on trees, with mingled rock descend, Unintermitted ruin. Loud resound
The hollow trunks against the mountain's side. Swift bounds each craggy mass. The foes below Look up aghast, in horrour shrink and die. Whole troops, o'erwhelm'd beneath th' enormous
Lie hid and lost, as never they had known A name, or being. Intaphernes, clad In regal splendour, progeny of kings, Who rul'd Damascus and the Syrian palms, Here slept for ever. Thousands of his train In that broad space the ruins had not reach'd. Back to their camp a passage they attempt Through Lacedæmon's line. Them Agis stopp'd. Before his powerful arm Pandates fell, Sosarmes, Tachos. Menalippus dy'd His youthful steel in blood. The mightier spear Of Maron pierc'd battalions, and enlarg'd The track of slaughter. Backward turn'd the rout, Nor found a milder fate. Th' unweary'd swords
Of Dithyrambus and Diomedon,
Who from the hill are wheeling on their flank, Still flash tremendous. To the shore they fly, At once envelop'd by successive bands
Of diff'rent Grecians. From the gulf profound Perdition here inevitable frowns,
While there, encircled by a grove of spears, They stand devoted hecatombs to Mars. Now not a moment's interval delays
Their gen'ral doom; but down the Malian steep Prone are they hurry'd to th' expanded arms Of Horrour, rising from the oozy deep, And grasping all their numbers, as they fall. The dire confusion like a storm invades The chafing surge. Whole troops Bellona rolls In one vast ruin from the craggy ridge. O'er all their arms, their ensigns, deep-engulf'd, With hideous roar the waves for ever close.
Night coming on, the Grecians retire to their tents. A guard is placed on the Phocian wall under the command of Agis. He admits into the camp a lady, accompanied by a single slave, and conducts them to Leonidas; when she discovers herself to be Ariana, sister of Xerxes and Hyperanthes, and sues for the body of Teribazus; which being found among the slain, she kills herself upon it. The slave, who attended her, proves to be Polydorus, brother to Alpheus and Maron, and who had been formerly carried into captivity by a Phoenician pirate. He relates before an assembly of the chiefs a message from Demaratus to the Spartans, which discloses the treachery of the Thebans, and of Epialtes, the Malian, who had undertaken to lead part of the Persian army through a pass among the mountains of Eta. This information throws the council into a great tumult, which is pacified by Leonidas, who sends Alpheus to observe the motions of these Persians, and Dieneces with a party of Lacedæmonians to support the Phocians, with whom the defence of these passages in the hills had been entrusted. In the mean time Agis sends the bodies of Teribazus and Ariana to the camp of Xerxes.
IN sable vesture, spangled o'er with stars, The Night assum'd her throne. Recall'd from war, Their toil, protracted long, the Greeks forget, Dissolv'd in silent slumber, all but those Who watch th' uncertain perils of the dark, A hundred warriors. Agis was their chief. High on the wall, intent the hero sat. Fresh winds across the undulating bay From Asia's host the various din convey'd In one deep murmur, swelling on his ear. When by the sound of footsteps down the pass Alarm'd, he calls aloud. "What feet are these,
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