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Of Ariana captives borne away,
Her own pavilion forc'd, her person seiz'd
By ruffian hands : when timely to redeem
Her and th' invaded camp from further spoil
Flies Teribazus with a rallied band,
Swift on her chariot seats the royal fair,
Nor waits the dawn. Of all her menial traini
None but three female slaves are left. Her guide,
Her comforter and guardian fate provides
In him, distinguish'd by his worth alone,
No prince, nor satrap, now the single chief
Of her surviving guard. Of regal birth,
But with excelling graces in her soul,
Unlike an eastern princess, she inclines
To his consoling, his instructive tongue
An humbled ear. Amid the converse sweet
Her charms, her mind, her virtues he explores,
Admiring. Soon his admiration chang'd.
To love; nor loves he sooner than despairs.:
From morn till eve her passing wheels he guards
Back to Euphrates. Often, as she mounts,
Or quits the car, his arm her weight sustains
With trembling pleasure. His assiduous hand,
From purest fountains wafts the living flood.
Nor seldom by the fair one's soft command
Would he repose him, at her feet reclin'd;
While o'er his lips her lovely forehead bow'd,
Won by his grateful eloquence, which sooth'd
With sweet variety the tedious march,
Beguiling time. He too would then forget

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His pains awhile, in raptures vain entranc'd,
Delusion all, and fleeting rays of joy,
Soon overcast by more intense despair;
Like wint'ry clouds, which, op’ning for a time,
Tinge their black folds with gleams of scatter'd

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Then, swiftly closing, on the brow of morn
Condense their horrors, and in thickest gloom
The ruddy beauty veil. They now approach
The tow'r of Belus. Hyperanthes leads
Through Babylon an army to chastise
The crime of Egypt. Teribazus here
Parts from his princess, marches bright in steel
Beneath his patron's banner, gathers palms
On conquer'd Nile. To Susa he returns,
To Ariana's residence, and bears
Deep in his heart th’immedicable wound.
But unreveal'd and silent was his pain ;
Nor yet in solitary shades he roam'd,..
Nor shunn'd resort: but o'er his sorrows cast
A sickly dawn of gladness, and in smiles
Conceal'd his anguish; while the secret flame
Rag'd in his bosom, and its peace consum'd:
His soul still brooding o'er these mournful thoughts.

The day arriv’d, when Xerxes first advanc'd . His arms from Susa’s gates. The Persian dames, So were accustom'd all the eastern fair, in In sumptuous cars accompanied his march, A beauteous train, by Ariana grac'd..

Her Teribazus follows, on her wheels
Attends and pines. Such woes oppress the youth,
Oppress, but not enervate. From the van
He in this second conflict had withstood
The threat’ning frown of adamantine Mars,
He singly, while his bravest friends recoil'd.
His manly temples no tiara bound.
The slender lance of Asia he disdain'd,
And her light target. Eminent he tow'r'd
In Grecian arms the wonder of his foes ;
Among th’ Ionians were his strenuous limbs
Train’d in the gymnic school. A fulgent casque
Enclos'd his head. Before his face and chest
Down to the knees an ample shield was spread.
A pond'rous spear he shook. The well-aim'd point
Sent two Phliasians to the realms of death
With four Tegæans, whose indignant chief,
Brave Hegesander, vengeance breath'd in vain,
With streaming wounds repuls'd. Thus far un-

His arm prevail'd; when Hyperanthes callid
From fight his fainting legions. Now each band
Their languid courage reinforc'd by rest.
Meantime with Teribazus thus conferr'd
Th’applauding prince. Thou much-deserving youth,
Had twenty warriors in the dang’rous van
Like thee maintain'd the onset, Greece had wept
Her prostrate ranks. The wearied 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 replied,
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 yon 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 loge. 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 ageWere friends, and partners in the glorious toil Of war. Together they victorious chas'd

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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 bis 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 plant

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