| 352 | மயிலை சீனி. வேங்கடசாமி ஆய்வுக் களஞ்சியம் - 20 |
Of peace and marriage-rites thus dreamed the king;
Of graves and thrones the traitor ; while the fume
From altars, loud with prayer
To speed the Scythian envoys, darkened heaven. 156 | A hardy prince was young Zariades,
Scorning the luxuries of the loose - robed Mede,
Cast in the antique mould
Of men whose teaching thewed the sould of Cyrus. 160 | To ride, to draw the bow, to speak the truth,
Sufficed to Cyrus,’ said the prince, when child.
‘Astyages knew more’
Answered the Magi - ‘Yes, and lost his kingdoms.’ 164 | Yet there was in this prince the eager mind
Which needs must think, and therefore needs must learn;
Natures, whose roots strike deep,
Clear their own way, and win to light in growing. 168 | His that rare beauty which both charms and awes
The popular eye ; his the life-gladdening smile;
His the death - dooming frown;
That which he would he could; men loved and feared him. 172 | Now of a sudden over this grand brow
There fell the gloom of some unquiet thought,
As when the south wind sweeps
Sunshine from Hadria in a noon of summer: 176 | And as a stag, supreme among the herd,
With lifted crest inhaling lusty air,
Smit by a shaft from far,
Deserts his lordly range amidst the pasture, 180 | And thro’ dim woodlands with drooped antlers creeps
To the cool marge of rush-grown watersprings;
So from all former sports,
Contest, or converse with once-loved companions, 184 |
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