Chorus
STRO. 1.
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Thou Sun, whose orient ray
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On rampired Thebes ne'er rose so bright,
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At length hast thou display'd thy light,
Hasting o'er Dirce's sacred streams
To roll sublime thy glorious beams!
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The Argive first, who dared to wield
With hostile rage his silver shield,
(His thick-embattled martial train
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Defeated on th' ensanguin'd plain)
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Thou madest to turn his sharp-rein'd steed,
And urge his flight with headlong speed.
He, in the cause of Polynices arm'd,
Our sons with doubtful war alarm'd;
Soar'd like an Eagle o'er the plains below,
And cover'd with his wings of snow
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Shrill-screaming hurtled o'er the realm,
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With many a glittering lance, and many a crested helm.
High o'er our bulwarks on a mound,
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With purple spears encircled round,
At our seven gates his warlike pow'rs
In deep array assail'd our tow'rs;
But his pride sunk, to flight constrain'd
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Ere with our blood his beak was stain'd;
Ere to our rampires' height aspire
The dark-wreath'd smoke and wasting fire;
Such roar of war, such rout, such dread
The dragon race around him spread.
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From our high tow'rs we view the Argive host,.
Their white shields glittering to the sun.—Pheniss. 1242.
For Jove indignant hears the vaunts of pride,
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And checks its frenzy's swelling tide;
He sees them in th' impetuous torrent roll'd,
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And glorying in the clash of gold :
He hurls his flames; the Boaster falls,
The shouts of conquest now loud raising on our walls.
Jove's lightening dash'd him to the ground;
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The corse and clashing arms rebound;
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Who rushing with resistless force,
Impetuous, frentic in his course,
Breath'd but one little moment past
A sweeping whirlwind's horrid blast.
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Undaunted and with matchless might
The sons of Thebes maintain'd the fight,
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And Mars triumphant on his car
Directed all the storm of war.
At the seven gates seven Argive warriors raged,
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But, Chief with daring Chief engaged,
Left to Tropæan Jove their glittering spoils.
Not such th' unhappy Brothers' toils;
With ruthless spears and ruthless hate
They rush'd victorious both, both shared one common fate.
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The queen of glorious name,
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To grace her Thebes, in gorgeous state
Her high cars rolling through each gate,
Resplendent Conquest came.
Let war, and arms, and hostile rage
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No more your anxious thoughts engage;
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To all the temples now advance,
Devote the night to festive dance;
The allusion to a battle between the dragon and the eagle has here a singular
propriety on account of the dragon race of Thebes.