Receding from the presence of the damned, A portion of his fire), and on their souls Came darkness and dismay; and all knew then To fires perpetual, and endless fear; Sorrow, although they loved not; hot desires, What 't was to-hope. Bryan Waller Procter. ALEXANDER'S FEAST. I. "TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft, in awful state, The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne; His valiant peers were placed around, Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound (So should desert in arms be crowned); The lovely Thais by his side. Sate, like a blooming Eastern bride, In flower of youth and beauty's pride. None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. II. Timotheus, placed on high, Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touched the lyrc; The song began from Jove, When he to fair Olympia pressed, And while he sought her snowy breast; Then, round her slender waist he curled, And stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, A present deity! they shout around; A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound. The monarch hears, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. III. The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young; He shows his honest face; Now give the hautboys breath, he comes, he comes ! Drinking joys did first ordain; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain. IV. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again : And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise, Soft pity to infuse, He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, And weltering in his blood; The various turns of chance below; And, now and then, a sigh he stole; And tears began to flow. V. The mighty master smiled, to see Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, oh, think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the goods the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause; So Love was crowned, but Music won the cause. Who caused his care, And sighed and looked, sighed and looked, At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, VI. Now strike the golden lyre again, A louder yet, and yet a louder strain! And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge! Timotheus cries; See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And unburied remain, Inglorious, on the plain! Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. |