See how he lies at random, carelessly diffused, With languished head unpropped, Or do my eyes misrepresent? can this be he, That heroic, that renowned, Irresistible Samson? whom unarmed No strength of man or fiercest wild beast could withstand; Who tore the lion, as the lion tears the kid, Ran on embattled armies clad in iron, And, weaponless himself, Made arms ridiculous, useless the forgery Of brazen shield and spear, the hammered cuirass, Chalybean tempered steel, and frock of mail Adamantëan proof; But safest he who stood aloof, When insupportably his foot advanced, In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools, Spurned them to death by troops. The bold Ascalonite Fled from his lion ramp; old warriors turned Their plated backs under his heel, Or, grovelling, soiled their crested helmets in the dust. Then with what trivial weapon came to hand, The jaw of a dead ass, his sword of bone, A thousand foreskins fell, the flower of Palestine In Ramath-lechi, famous to this day: Then by main force pulled up, and on his shoulders bore The gates of Azza, post, and massy bar, Up to the hill by Hebron, seat of giants old, No journey of a Sabbath day, and loaded so; Like whom the Gentiles feign to bear up heaven. Which shall I first bewail, Sams. Thou know'st I am an Hebrew, therefore tell them, Our law forbids at their religious rites My presence; for that cause I cannot come. Chor. How thou wilt here come Some rousing motions in me, which dispose To something extraordinary my thoughts. I with this messenger will go along, Nothing to do, be sure, that may dishonor Our law, or stain my vow of Nazarite. If there be aught of presage in the mind, Horribly loud, unlike the former shout. Chor. To our wish I see one hither speeding, An Hebrew, as I guess, and of our tribe. Messenger. - Gaza yet stands, but all her sons are fallen, All in a moment overwhelmed and fallen. Occasions drew me early to this city, And as the gates I entered with sunrise, The morning trumpets festival proclaimed Through each high-street. had despatched Little I When all abroad was rumored, that this day Samson should be brought forth to show the people Proof of his mighty strength in feats and games; I sorrowed at his captive state, but minded Not to be absent at that spectacle. The building was a spacious theatre, Half-round, on two main pillars vaulted high, With seats, where all the lords and each degree Of sort might sit in order to behold; The other side was open, where the throng On banks and scaffolds under sky might stand; I among these aloof obscurely stood. The feast and noon grew high, and sacrifice Had filled their hearts with mirth, Was Samson as a public servant brought, In their state livery clad; before him pipes And timbrels, on each side went armed guards, Both horse and foot, before him and behind Archers, and slingers, cataphracts, and spears. At sight of him the people with a shout Rifted the air, clamoring their God with praise, Who had made their dreadful enemy their thrall. He patient, but undaunted, where they led him, Came to the place, and what was set before him, Which without help of eye might be assayed, To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still performed All with incredible stupendous force, None daring to appear antagonist. At length for intermission sake they led him Between the pillars; he his guide requested, For so from such as nearer stood we heard, As over-tired to let him lean awhile With both his arms on those two massy pillars, That to the archèd roof gave main support. He unsuspicious led him; which when Samson Felt in his arms, with head awhile inclined, And eyes fast fixt he stood, as one who prayed, Or some great matter in his mind revolved: At last with head erect thus cried aloud, 66 Hitherto, lords, what your commands imposed I have performed, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld: Now of my own accord such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, As with amaze shall strike all who behold." This uttered, straining all his nerves he bowed; As with the force of winds and waters pent, When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars With horrible convulsion to and fro He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, not only Of this, but each Philistian city round, Met from all parts to solemnize this feast. Samson, with these immixt, inevitably Pulled down the same destruction on himself; The vulgar only 'scaped who stood without. But he, though 2. Semi-chorus. blind of sight, Despised and thought extinguished quite, With inward eyes illuminated, From under ashes into sudden flame, Of tame villatic fowl; but as an eagle His cloudless thunder bolted on their heads. So virtue given for lost, Like that self-begotten bird Revives, reflourishes, then vigorous Through the king's gate, unquestioned then, A beggar went, and laughed, "This brings Me chance, at last, to see if men The king sat bowed beneath his crown, Propping his face with listless hand; Watching the hour-glass sifting down Too slow its shining sand. "Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me?" The beggar turned, and pitying, Replied, like one in dream," Of thee, Nothing. I want the king." Uprose the king, and from his head Shook off the crown, and threw it by. "O man! thou must have known," he said. "A greater king than I." |