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Abrocomes address'd advanc'd Agis Alpheus Amid Anaxander Ariana arms Asia Asia's bands Barbarians behold Beneath bleeding blooming bosom brave breast brow buckler camp ceas'd chief command darts dauntless death Demaratus Demophilus Dieneces Diomedon Dithyrambus dreadful Eupalamus Ev'n ev'ry eyes falchion fame fate field flames foul friends gen'rous glorious glory grace Grecian Greece Greeks grief grove hand hath head heart heav'n Hellespont helm hero hills honours horrid horrour host Hydarnes Hyperanthes javelin join'd king Lacedæmon Laconia's lance legions Leonidas Leotychides limbs lise Locrian Malian Maron Megistias mourn native night numbers o'er Oeta once pass'd Persian Pharnuchus Phocians Phraortes Polydorus pow'r rage ranks resistless rock sacred satraps sear seet shade shield shore silence soon sorrow soul spake Spartan spear stood stretch'd swift sword tent Teribazus terrour Thebans thee Thermopylæ Thespian thou Thrace throng Tigranes toil tow'rs troops turn'd unconquer'd unnumber'd valour venerable virtue voice warriours wretched Xerxes youth
Page 158 - O if thou be'ft fome fugitive, who, loft To liberty and virtue, art become A tyrant's vile ftipendiary; with grief That valour, thus triumphant, I behold, Which after all its danger, and brave toil 230 Deferves no honour from the Gods, or men, HERE Teribazus with a figh return'd.
Page 37 - In shame and bondage, and their youthful hearts Beat at the sound of liberty no more. On their own virtue and their father's fame When he the Spartan freedom hath confirm 'd, Before the world illustrious shall they rise, Their country's bulwark and their mother's joy.
Page 25 - Why this astonishment on every face, Ye men of Sparta ? does the name of death Create this fear and wonder? O my friends, Why do we labour through the arduous paths Which...
Page 158 - 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.
Page 37 - Their country's bulwark and their mother's joy." Here paus'd the patriot. With religious awe Grief heard the voice of virtue. No complaint The solemn silence broke. Tears ceas'd to flow : Ceas'd for a moment ; soon again to stream. For now in arms before the palace rang'd, His brave companions of the war demand Their leader's presence ; then her griefs renew'd, Too great for utt'rance, intercept his sighs, And freeze each accent on her falt'ring tongue.
Page 147 - From Elephantis, where impetuous Nile Precipitates his waters, to the fea, Which far below receives the fev'n-fold ftream. Thence o'er th...
Page 85 - That, soon as time a hundred years had told, Not one among those millions should survive. Whence to obscure thy pride arose that cloud ? Was it that once humanity could touch A tyrant's breast? Or rather did thy soul Repine, O Xerxes, at the bitter thought That all thy pow'r was mortal ? But the veil Of...
Page 38 - Do thou support their virtue ! Be they taught, Like thee, with glorious labour life to grace, And from their father let them learn to die !