And laid it on his brow, and said, " Be clean!" PARRHASIUS. "Parrhasius, a painter of Athens, amongst those Olynthian captives Philip of Macedon brought home to sell, bought one very old man; and when he had him at his house, put him to death with extreme torture and torment, the better, by his example, to express the pains and passions of his Prometheus, whom he was then about to paint." BURTON'S ANAT. OF MEL. THERE stood an unsold captive in the mart, He had stood there since morning, and had borne Of curious scorn. The Jew had taunted him For an Olynthian slave. The buyer came And roughly struck his palm upon his breast, And touched his unhealed wounds, and with a sneer Th' inhuman soldier smote him, and with threats Of torture to his children summoned back 'Twas evening, and the half descended sun Tipped with a golden fire the many domes Of Athens, and a yellow atmosphere Lay rich and dusky in the shaded street Through which the captive gazed. He had borne up With a stout heart that long aud weary day, Haughtily patient of his many wrongs, But now he was alone, and from his nerves The needless strength departed, and he leaned Prone on his massy chain, and let his thoughts Throng on him as they would. Unmarked of him, Gazing upon his grief. Th' Athenian's cheek The moving picture. The abandon'd limbs, The golden light into the painter's room Like forms and landscapes magical they lay. Of Cytheris, and Dian, and stern Jove, Fell the grotesque long shadows, full and true, The lint-specks floated in the twilight air. Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully Upon his canvass. There Prometheus lay, Of the lame Lemnian festering in his flesh, Were like the winged God's, breathing from his flight. 66 Bring me the captive now! My hand feels skilful, and the shadows lift |