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Taught by thyself to win the promised reign;
If wretched I, by baleful furies led,
With monstrous mixture stained my mother's bed;
For hell and thee begot an impious brood,
And with full lust those horrid joys renewed;
Then, self-condemned, to shades of endless night,
Forced from these orbs the bleeding balls of sight;
Oh hear! and aid the vengeance I require,
If worthy thee, and what thou mightest inspire.
My sons their old, unhappy sire despise,
Spoiled of his kingdom, and deprived of eyes;
Guideless I wander, unregarded mourn,
While these exalt their scepters o'er my urn;
These sons, ye gods! who with flagitious pride,
Insult my darkness, and my groans deride.
Art thou a father, unregarding Jove!
And sleeps thy thunder in the realms above?
Thou Fury! then some lasting curse entail,
Which o'er their children's children shall prevail;
Place on their heads that crown distained with gore,
Which these dire hands from my slain father tore;
Go! and a parent's heavy curses bear;
Break all the bonds of nature, and prepare
Their kindred souls to mutual hate and war.
Give them to dare, what I might wish to see,
Blind as I am, some glorious villany!
Soon shalt thou find, if thou but arm their hands,
Their ready guilt preventing thy commands:
Couldst thou some great proportioned mischief frame,
They'd prove the father from whose loins they came.”
The Fury heard, while on Cocytus' brink
Her snakes untied, sulphureous waters drink;
But at the summons rolled her eyes around,
And snatched the starting serpents from the ground.
Not half so swiftly shoots along in air,
The gliding lightning, or descending star.
Through crowds of airy shades she winged her flight,
And dark dominions of the silent night;
Swift as she passed, the flitting ghosts withdrew,
And the pale spectres trembled at her view:
To th' iron gates of Tænarus? she flies,
There spreads her dusky pinions to the skies.
The day beheld, and sick’ning at the sight,
Veiled her fair glories in the shades of night.
Affrighted Atlas, on the distant shore,
Trembled, and shook the heavens and gods he bore,
Now from beneath Malea's airy height
Aloft she sprung, and steered to Thebes her flight;
With eager speed the well-known journey? took,
Nor here regrets the hell she late forsook.
A hundred snakes her gloomy visage shade,
A hundred serpents guard her horrid head,
In her sunk eyeballs dreadful meteors glow:
Such rays from Phæbe's bloody circle flow, Shigh
When labouring with strong charms, she stoops from
A fiery gleam, and reddens all the sky. [came
Blood stained her cheeks, and from her mouth there
Blue steaming poisons, and a length of flame.
From ev'ry blast of her contagious breath,
Famine and drought proceed, and plagues and death.
A robe obscene was o'er her shoulders thrown,
A dress by fates and furies worn alone.
She tossed her meagre arms; her better hand
In waving circles whirled a funeral brand:
A serpent from her left was seen to rear
His flaming crest, and lash the yielding air.
But when the Fury took her stand on high,
Where vast Citharon's top salutes the sky,
A hiss from all the snaky tire went round:
The dreadful signal all the rocks rebound,
And through th' Achaian cities send the sound,
(Ete, with high Parnassus, heard the voice;
Eurotas' banks remurmured to the noise;
Again Leucothoë shook at these alarms,
And pressed Palæmon closer in her arms.
Headlong from thence the glowing Fury springs,
And o'er the Theban palace spreads her wings,
Once more invades the guilty dome, and shrouds
Its bright pavilions in a vale of clouds.
Straight with the rage of all their race possessed,
Stung to the soul, the brothers start from rest,
And all their furies wake within their breast.
Their tortured minds repining envy tears,
And hate, engendered by suspicious fears;
And sacred thirst of sway; and all the ties
Of nature broke; and royal perjuries;
And impotent desire to reign alone,
That scorns the dull reversion of a throne;
Each would the sweets of sov'reign rule devour
While discord waits upon divided pow'r.
As stubborn steers by brawny ploughmen broke,
And joined reluctant to the galling yoke,
Alike disdain with servile necks to bear
Th' unwonted weight, or drag the crooked share,
But rend the reins, and bound a different way,
And all the furrows in confusion lay:
Such was the discord of the royal pair,
Whom fury drove precipitate to war.
In vain the chiefs contrived a specious way,
To govern Thebes by their alternate sway:
Unjust decree! while this enjoys the state,
That mourns in exile his unequal fate,
And the short monarch of a hasty year
Foresees with anguish his returning heir.
Thus did the league their impious arms restrain,
But scarce subsisted to the second reign.
Yet then, no proud aspiring piles were raised, No fretted roofs with polished metals blazed; No laboured columns in long order placed, No Grecian stone the pompous arches graced; No nightly bands in glitt'ring armour wait Before the sleepless tyrant's guarded gate; No chargers ? then were wrought in burnished gold, Nor silver vases took the forming mould; Nor gems on bowls embossed were seen to shine, Blaze on the brims, and sparkle in the wine. Say, wretched rivals! what provokes your rage ? Say, to what end your impious arms engager? Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn, Or when his ev'ning beams the west adorn,
1 Dishes--they gave Herodlas's daughter St. John's head in a charger.
When the south glows with his meridian ray,
And the cold north receives a fainter day;
For crimes like these, not all those realms suffice,
Were all those realms the guilty victor's prize!
But Fortune now (the lots of empire thrown)
Decrees to proud Eteocles the crown:
What joys, oh tyrant! swelled thy soul that day,
When all were slaves thou couldst around survey,
Pleased to behold unbounded power thy own,
And singly fill a feared and envied throne!
But the vile vulgar, ever discontent, Their growing fears in secret murmurs vent; Still prone to ch'nge, though still the slaves of state And sure the monarch whom they have, to hate; New lords they madly make, then tamely bear, And softly curse the tyrants whom they fear. And one of those who groan beneath the sway Of kings imposed and grudgingly obey, (Whom envy to the great, and vulgar spite With scandal armed, th' ignoble minds delight) Exclaimed—“O Thebes! for thee what fates remain, What woes attend this inauspicious reign? . Must we, alas! our doubtful necks prepare, Each haughty master's yoke by turns to bear, And still to change whom changed we still must fear? These now control a wretched people's fate, These can divide and these reverse the state: Ev'n fortune rules no more:-0 servile land, Where exiled tyrants still by turns command! Thou sire of gods and men, imperial Jove! Is this the eternal doom decreed above? On thy own offspring hast thou fixed this fate, From the first birth of our unhappy state; When banished Cadmus wand'ring o'er the main, For lost Europa searched the world in vain. And fated in Boeotian fields to found A rising empire on a foreign ground, First raised our walls on that ill-omened plain, Where earth-born brothers were by brothers slain ?? What lofty looks the unrivalled monarch bears ? How all the tyrant in his face appears! What sullen fury clouds his scornful brow! Gods! how his eyes with threatning ardour glow!
1 See previous note.
Can this imperious lord forget to reign,
Quit all his state, descend, and serve again ?
Yet, who, before, more popularly bowed,
Who more propitious to the suppliant crowd?
Patient of right, familiar in the throne ?
What wonder then? he was not then alone.
Oh wretched we, a vile, submissive train,
Fortune’s tame fools, and slaves in every reign!
As when two winds with rival force contend,
This way and that, the wav'ring sails they bend,
While freezing Boreas, and black Eurus blow,
Now here, now there, the reeling vessel throw:
Thus on each side, alas! our tottering state
Feels all the fury of resistless fate,
And doubtful still, and still distracted stands,
While that prince threatens, and while this commands.
And now th' almighty Father of the gods Convenes a council in the blest abodes: Far in the bright recesses of the skies, High o'er the rolling heav'ns, a mansion lies, Whence, far below, the gods at once survey The realms of rising and declining day, And all the extended space of earth, and air, and sea. Full in the midst, and on a starry throne, The majesty of heav'n superior shone; Serene he looked, and gave an awful nod, And all the trembling spheres confessed the god. At Jove's assent, the deities around In solemn state the consistory crowned. Next a long order of inferior pow'rs Ascend from hills, and plains, and shady bow'rs; Those from whose urns the rolling rivers flow, And those that give the wand'ring winds to blow: Here all their rage, and ev’n their murmurs cease, And sacred silence reigns, and universal peace. A shining synod of majestic gods Gilds with new lustre the divine abodes; Heav'n seems improved with a superior ray, And the bright arch reflects a double day. The monarch then his solemn silence broke, The still creation listened while he spoke, Each sacred accent bears eternal weight, And each irrevocable word is fate.
“How long shall man the wrath of heav'n defy,