|
66 |
Sooth’d with the sound, the king grew vain; |
|
67 |
Fought all his battles o’er again; |
|
68 |
And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the
slain. |
|
69 |
The master saw the madness rise, |
|
70 |
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; |
|
71 |
And, while he heav’n and earth defied, |
|
72 |
Chang’d his hand, and check’d his pride. |
|
73 |
He chose a mournful Muse, |
|
74 |
Soft pity to infuse; |
|
75 |
He sung Darius great and good, |
|
76 |
By too severe a fate, |
|
77 |
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, |
|
78 |
Fallen from his high estate, |
|
79 |
And welt’ring in his blood; |
|
80 |
Deserted, at his utmost need |
|
81 |
By those his former bounty fed; |
|
82 |
On the bare earth expos’d he lies, |
|
83 |
With not a friend to close his eyes. |
|
84 |
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, |
|
85 |
Revolving in his alter’d soul |
|
86 |
The various turns of chance below; |
|
87 |
And, now and then, a sigh he stole, |
|
88 |
And tears began to flow. |
