THE CURSE OF MINERVA. "Pallas te hoc vulnere, Pallas Immolat, et pænam scelerato ex sanguine sumit." ENEID, 12th. THE CURSE OF MINERVA. *SLow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun; Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; Their azure arches through the long expanse, The splendid lines with which this satire opens, to "As thus, within the walls of Pallas' fane," are repeated by Lord Byron at the commencement of the third canto of the Corsair.-ED. On such an eve his palest beam he cast And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes: But, lo! from high Hymettus to the plain Hides her fair face, or girds her glowing form. The groves of olive scatter'd dark and wide, * Socrates drank the hemlock a short time before sunset (the hour of execution), notwithstanding the entreaties of his disciples to wait till the sun went down. The twilight in Greece is much shorter than in our own country; the days in winter are longer, but in summer of less duration. |