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I left them, mangled castaways,

Flung from their Tyrian deck, and tossed

On Salaminian water-ways,

From surging tides to rocky coast!

Alack, and is Pharnuchus slain,

And Ariomardus, brave in vain?

Where is Seualces' heart of fire?

Lilaeus, child of noble sire?

Are Tharubis and Memphis sped?

Hystaechmas, Artembáres dead?

And where is brave Masistes, where?

Sum up death's count, that I may hear!

Alas, alas, they came, their eyes surveyed

Ancestral Athens on that fatal day.

Then with a rending struggle were they laid

Upon the land, and gasped their life away!

And Batanochus' child, Alpistus great,

Surnamed the Eye of State—

Saw you and left you him who once of old

Ten thousand thousand fighting-men enrolled?

His sire was child of Sesamas, and he

From Megabates sprang. Ah, woe is me,

Thou king of evil fate!

Hast thou lost Parthus, lost Oebares great?

Alas, the sorrow! blow succeedeth blow

On Persia's pride; thou tellest woe on woe!