The Siege of Rhodes.
“ It was to the high excellence of Protogenes as an artist, that the city of Rhodes,
the place of his nativity, owed its preservation when besieged by Demetrius Poli-
orcetes. When that prince saw no other means of reducing the city than by
setting it on fire in a particular quarter in which there was a celebrated painting
of Protogenes, he chose rather to abandon the enterprise than hazard the
destruction of what was, in his opinion, of the highest value.”
                        
                        the place of his nativity, owed its preservation when besieged by Demetrius Poli-
orcetes. When that prince saw no other means of reducing the city than by
setting it on fire in a particular quarter in which there was a celebrated painting
of Protogenes, he chose rather to abandon the enterprise than hazard the
destruction of what was, in his opinion, of the highest value.”
                           Tytler, Universal History.
                        
Protogenes the Painter1
                           
                           He was a man of Rhodes,2
                           
                           Whose cunning skill made beautiful3
                           
                           The temples of the gods ;4
                           And all the Rhodian people5
                        
                        Gave honour to his name,6
                        
                        For he was born among them7
                        
                        And they shared his world-wide fame.8
                        It was their beauteous city,9
                        
                        It was their ocean shore,10
                        
                        And the vessels in their harbour11
                        
                        With the merchandise they bore ;12
                        
                        It was the Rhodian maidens,13
                        
                        It was the Rhodian
                              sky,14
                        
                        Whose beauty waked the painter’s soul15
                        
                        And made his heart beat high.16
                        
The pictures hung in palaces,17
                        
                        Their beauty was so great,18
                        
                        They ever seemed the fairest things19
                        
                        Where all was pomp and state.20
                        
                        In the gorgeous halls of Nero21
                        
                        The painter’s sketches lay ;22
                        
                        And Rome herself was proud of them,23
                        
                        The olden writers say.24
                        But a time arrived when fingers25
                        
                        Forgot their wonted skill,26
                        
                        When the eyes, so quick to beauty, closed,27
                        
                        And the loving heart stood still.28
                        
                        They laid him in the shadow29
                        
                        Of a green, o’erhanging tree,30
                        
                        And in the distance might be heard31
                        
                        The moaning of the sea.32
                        It was a spot of beauty,33
                        
                        That painter’s place of rest ;34
                        
                        And every morn the maids of Rhodes35
                        
                        His grave with flowers drest :36
                        
                        And everywhere was honoured37
                           
                           Protogenes of Rhodes,38
                           
                           Whose pious hand made beautiful39
                           
                           The temples of the gods.40
                           *****
Demetrius the Grecian41
                        
                        In sight of Rhodes he lay,42
                        
                        With a great besieging army,43
                        
                        Throughout a summer day ;44
                        
                        
Nine times the morning sun arose,45
                        
                        And yet he found no space46
                        
                        Where his fighting men might enter in47
                        
                        To occupy the place.48
                        Sore they besieged that fortress,49
                        
                        The strongest in the world ;50
                        
                        Fast flew the foreign arrows,51
                        
                        Fast the Rhodian stones were hurled ;52
                        
                        And fiercer grew the conflict,53
                        
                        Yet in vain the foemen toil,54
                        
                        And Demetrius, fighting at their head,55
                        
                        Despaired the place to spoil.56
                        *****
Demetrius the soldier,57
                        
                        ’Mid the raging of his ire,58
                        
                        One only place discovered.59
                        
                        Where he might the city fire ;60
                        
                        And this it was his only chance —61
                        
                        His chance for victory ;62
                        
                        He looked behind him with a smile63
                        
                        And saw the peaceful sea.64
                        “ Now, by the gods I fear !65
                        
                        We’ll make a fire to-night,66
                        
                        Whose leaping tongues a league away67
                        
                        Shall paint those waters bright.68
                        
                        Rhodes city shall be burning,69
                        
                        And the sea reflect the flame ;70
                        
                        The fire shall mock the ocean,—71
                        
                        I swear it, by my fame !72
                        
They shall die in sight of water73
                        
                        The dreadful death by fire,74
                        
                        And see the ocean redden75
                        
                        As the angry flames flash higher.”76
                        But a doubt came o’er the soldier77
                        
                        As he turned his eager face,78
                        
                        Where he saw the temple shining79
                        
                        Close beside the one weak place ;80
                        
                        He saw the temple gleaming81
                        
                        In the sunset glow,82
                        
                        He saw its grace reflected83
                        
                        In the quiet waves below.84
                        He heard the Rhodians shouting85
                        
                        A bitter shout of scorn,86
                        
                        His bosom heaved, his anger rose,87
                        
                        And yet—it must be borne ;88
                        
                        For within that temple shineth89
                        
                        A picture on the wall,90
                        
                        And though he built up Rhodes again91
                        
                        This were beyond recall.92
                        *****
He gathered up his army,93
                        
                        And, sighing, turned away ;94
                        
                        Demetrius’ soul was full of grief95
                        
                        And bitterness that day.96
                        
                        And the city owes her safety97
                           
                           To Protogenes of Rhodes,98
                           
                           Whose patriot hand made beautiful99
                           
                           The temple of his gods.100
                           
All honour to the city101
                        
                        Where the skilful painter dwelt,102
                        
                        All honour to the painter103
                        
                        Who in her temple knelt ;104
                        
                        And honour to the soldier105
                        
                        Who forewent his angry oath,106
                        
                        And anxious to preserve the last,107
                        
                        Saved place and picture both !108