Note 241 — Chapter XXI · THE ANTHOLOGY.
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Seeing the martyred corpse of Sparta's king Cast 'mid the dead, Xerxes around the mighty limbs did fling His mantle red. Then from the shades the glorious hero cried: "Not mine a traitor's guerdon. 'Tis my pride This shield upon my grave to wear. Forbear Your Persian gifts; a Spartan I will go To Death below."