Capitolo 43
An innumerable crowd of warlike men:
It is following, the Lydians greediness went--
Soft rules of a continent--
Mitragathes and the bold of Arcteus
In command of I twin their lines checked,
It is city of Sardis that abounds with gold,
Expeditious before his/her squadrons to the war--
Horse on horse, and it plots on car,
Double and triple teams, they rolled,
In terrible assault to see.
From the sacred hill of Tmolus there it came
The native hordes to connect the scuffle,
And on the neck of Hellas to placed
The joke of slavery and the shame;
Mardon and Tharubis were there,
Bright anvils for the lance of the foemen!
The sped of dart-man of Mysian to wage war,
And the long crowd that before is rolled
From Babylon it enriched with gold--
Captains of ships and archers specialized
To go to all speed' the auction and those that handle
Him scimitar;--the oriental ribbon
Who, from the tall command of the great king,
Swept to subjugate the western earth!
Gone is them, gone--ah, welladay!
The flower and the pride of our order;
And the whole Eastland from which the breast
The arrival before braver and her better,
He/she asks covetously persistently with making to presage theme--
Parents for children, and brides new-get married
For absent gentlemen, and, day by day,
Shiver with theme to their delay!
Before their has passed now o'er the sea,
the manifold innkeeper of the king--
They has gone on to ransack and to burn;
to shore on their Westland they jump!
With cordage and league with their ropes you/they have made a bridge on
the sea-way of Helle, to pass
O'er the narrow one that has called from name of thy,
Daughter of Or of Athamas!
They has anchored their ships in the tide,
they has put the bridle to the neck of the sea--
The Shepherd and God of the east
offered hath a roadway to be!
From the earth to their earth they pass on,
a herd to the tall king is best;
Some speaking of the waves,
and of the o'er the boarding has pressed.