(Perpend the first, the worst of woes that were,
Allotted lyre and song, ye poet-race!)
Thamuris from Oichalia, feasted there
By kingly Eurutos of late, now bound
For Dorion at the uprise broad and bare
Of Mount Pangaios (ore with earth enwound
Glittered beneath his footstep)—marching gay
And glad, Thessalia through, came, robed and crowned,
From triumph on to triumph, 'mid a ray
Of early morn,—came, saw and knew the spot