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62 All upon warlike errand bent—

Amistres, Artaphernes went,

Astaspes, Megabazes high,

Lords of the Persian chivalry,

Marshals who serve the great king's word,

Chieftains of all the mighty horde!

Horsemen and bowmen streamed away,

Grim in their aspect, fixed to slay,

And resolute to face the fray!

With troops of horse, careering fast,

Masistes, Artembáres passed:

Imaeus too, the bowman brave,

Sosthánes, Pharandákes, drave—

And others the all-nursing wave

Of Nilus to the battle gave;

Came Susiskánes, warrior wild,

And Pegastágon, Egypt's child:

Thee, brave Arsámes! from afar

Did holy Memphis launch to war;

And Ariomardus, high in fame,

From Thebes the immemorial came,

And oarsmen skilled from Nilus' fen,

A countless crowd of warlike men:

And next, the dainty Lydians went—

Soft rulers of a continent—

Mitragathes and Arcteus bold

In twin command their ranks controlled,

And Sardis town, that teems with gold,

Sent forth its squadrons to the war—

Horse upon horse, and car on car,

Double and triple teams, they rolled,

In onset awful to behold.

From Tmolus' sacred hill there came

The native hordes to join the fray,

And upon Hellas' neck to lay