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The Story of TERIBAZUS and ARIANA.


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MID the van of Persia was a youth

Nam'd Teribazus, not for golden stores,
Nor for wide pastures, travers'd o'er with herds,
With bleating thousands, or with bounding steeds,
Nor yet for pow'r, nor splendid honours fam'd.
Rich was his mind in ev'ry art divine,
And through the paths of science had he walk'd
The votary of wisdom. In the years,
When tender down invests the ruddy cheek,
He with the Magi turn'd the hallow'd page
Of Zoroastres; then his tow'ring foul
High on the plumes of contemplation foard,
And from the lofty Babylonian fane
With learn'd Chaldæans trac'd the mystic sphere ;
There number'd o'er the vivid fires, that gleam
Upon the dusky bosom of the night.
Nor on the sands of Ganges were unheard
The Indian sages from fequefter'd bow’rs,
While, as attention wonder'd, they disclos'd
The pow'rs of nature ; whether in the woods,
The fruitful glebe, or flow'r, or healing plant,
The limpid waters, or the ambient air,
Or in the purer element of fire.
The fertile plains, where great Sesostris reign'd,


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Mysterious Ægypt, next the youth survey'd
From Elephantis, where impetuous Nile
Precipitates his waters, to the sea,
Which far below receives the sev’nfold stream.
Thence o'er th’ Ionic coast he ftray'd, nor país'd
Milétus by, which once inraptur'd heard
The tongue of Thales ; nor Priene's walls,
Where wisdom dwelt with Bias ; nor the seat
Of Pittacus along the Lesbian fhore.
Here too melodious numbers charm’d his ear,
Which flow'd from Orpheus, and Mufæus old,
And thee, O father of immortal verse,
Mæonides, whose strains through' ev'ry age
Time with his own eternal lip shall sing.
Back to his native Sufa then he turn'd
His wandring steps. His merit soon was dear
To Hyperanthes generous and good.
And Ariana, from Darius sprung
With Hyperanthes, of th' imperial race,
Which rul'd th' extent of Asia, in disdain
Of all her greatness oft an humble ear
To him would bend, and listen to his voice.
Her charms, her mind, her virtue he explor'd
Admiring. Soon was admiration chang'd
To love, nor lov'd he sooner, than despair'd.
But unreveal'd and filent was his pain ;
Nor yet in solitary shades he roam'd,
Nor shun'd reiort ; but o'er his sorrows caft

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A fickly 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 heart still brooding o'er these mournful thoughts.

Can I, O wisdom, seek relief from thee, Who doft approve my passion ? From the pow'r Of beauty only thou wouldīt guard my heart. But here thyself art charm'd, where softness, grace, And ev'ry virtue dignify defire ; Yet thus to love dispairing is to prove The fharpest corrow, which relentless fate Can from her store of woes inflict on life : But doft not thou this moment warn my foul To fly the fatal charmer? Do I pause ? Back to the wise Chaldæans will I go, Or wander on the Ganges; where to heav'n With thee my elevated soul shall tow'r, With thee the secrets of the earth unveil. There no tumultuous passion shall molest My tranquil hours, and ev'ry thought be calm. O wretched Teribazus ! all conspires Against thy peace. Our mighty lord prepares To overwhelm the Grecians. Ev'ry youth Attends the war, and I, who late have pois’d With no inglorious arm the foldier's lance, And near the fide of Hyperanthes fought, Must join the throng. How therefore can I fly From Ariana! who with Asia's queens


The splendid camp of Xerxes will adorn.
Then be it so. Again I will adore
Her gentle virtue. Her delightful tongue,
Her graceful sweetness shall again diffuse
Refifless magic through my ravish'd heart;
And thus when love, with double rage

Swells to distraction in my tortur'd breast,
Then—but in vain through darkness do I search
My fate : despair ard fortune be my guides.

The hour arriv'd, when Xerxes first advanced His arms from Safa’s gates. The Persian dames (So were accustom’d all the eastern fair) In sumptuous cars accompanied his march; And Ariana grac'd the beauteous train. From morn till ev'ning Teribazus guards Her passing wheels; his arm her weight fuftains With trembling pleasure often, as fhe mounts Th' imperial chariot; his affiduous hand From each pure fountain wafts the living flood : Nor seldem by the fair one's fost command Would he repose him, at her feet reclin'd, While o'er his lips her lovely forehead bow'd, Won with his grateful eloquence, that footh'd With sweet variety the tedious march, Beguiling time. He too would then forget His cares awhile, in raptures vain intranc'd, Delufion all, and feeting rays of joy, Soon overcaft with more intense despair;

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Like wintry clouds, which op’ning for a time,
Tinge their black skirts with scatter'd beams of day ;
Then, swiftly closing, on the brows of morn
Condense their horrors, and in thickest gloom
The ruddy beauty veil. Such woes oppress’d
The Perfian's heart, not foften'd; for this day
His daring valour from the bleeding van
Oppos’d the frown of adamantine Mars.
With no tiara were his temples bound,
The slender lance of Asia he disdain'd,
And her light target. Eminent he mov'd
In Grecian arms the wonder of his foes.
Among th' Ionians had his strenuous limbs
In war been practis’d. A resplendent casque
Flam’d on his head. Before his face and chest
Down to the knees his ample shield was spread.
A pond'rous ah with skilful hands he grasp'd.
Thus arm’d, tremendous in the front he stood.
Beneath his might two bold Philafians died,
And three Tegéans, whose indignant chief,
Brave Hegefander, vengeance breath'd in vain,
With streaming wounds repuls'd. Thus far unmatch'd
His strength prevail'd, when Hyperanthes' voice
Recallid his fainting legions. Now each band
Their languid courage reinforc'd with reft.
Mean time with Teribazus thus confer'd
The godlike prince. Thou much deserving youth !
O had thy deeds with emulation warm’d-


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