John Dryden

“ Behold how they toss their torches on high,
⁠How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
The princes applaud, with a furious joy;
And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy;
⁠Thais led the way,
⁠To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
Chorus.
And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy;
⁠Thais led the way,
⁠To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
⁠Thus, long ago,
⁠Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
⁠While organs yet were mute ”

“ ⁠He sung Darius great and good,
⁠By too severe a fate,
⁠Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
⁠Fallen from his high estate,
⁠And weltring in his blood;
⁠Deserted, at his utmost need,
⁠By those his former bounty fed:
⁠On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
⁠With not a friend to close his eyes. ”

“ And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. ”