Above her pastures fair:
Where Mysians feared in battle-fray,
With far-famed Hippemolgians stray,
A race remote from care,
Unstained by fraud, unstained by blood,
The milk of mares their simple food.
Thither his sight the God inclines,
Nor turns to view the shifting lines
Commix’d in fight afar:
He deemed not, he, that heavenly might
Would swell the bands of either fight,
When he forbade the war.
Not so the Monarch of the
On Samothracia’s topmast steep
The great Earth-shaker stood,
Whose cloudy summit viewed afar
The crowded tents, the mingling war,
The navy dancing on the tide,
The leaguered town, the hills of Ide,
And all the scene of blood.
There stood he, and with grief surveyed
His Greeks by adverse force outweighed:
He bann’d the Thunderer’s partial will,
And hastened down the craggy hill.
Down the steep mountain-slope
The mountain rocked beneath his tread,
And trembling wood and echoing cave
Sign of immortal presence gave.
Three strides athwart the plain he took,
Three times the plain beneath him shook;
The fourth reached AEgae’s watery strand,
Where, far beneath the green sea-foam,
Was built the monarch’s palace-home,
Distinct with golden spire and dome,
And doom’d for aye to stand.
He enters: to the car
His brass-hoofed steeds, whose golden manes
A stream of glory cast:
His golden lash he forward bends,
Arrayed in gold the car ascends;
And swifter than the blast,
Across th’ expanse of ocean wide,
Untouched by waves, it passed:
The waters of the glassy tide
Joyful before its course divide,
Nor round the axle press:
Around its wheels the dolphins play,
Attend the chariot on its way,
And their great Lord confess.
echontos po aischynen toutou tou ergou,
pherontos de kai doxes mallon.] THUC. Lib. 1.
Quid nos immerita, turba improba,
Sanguineasque manus, agmina saeva vocas?
Quidve carere domo, totumque errare per orbem
Objicis, et fraudem caecaque bella sequi?
Non nobis libros cura est trivisse Panaeti,
Nec, quid sit rectum, discere, quidve malum;
Haec quaerant alii: toto meliora Platone
Argumenta manu, qui gerit arma, tenet.
Et tamen, ut primi repetamus saecula mundi,