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Mithridates at Chios

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.

Anti-Slavery Poems

In War Time
Mithridates at Chios

  • It is recorded that the Chians, when subjugated by Mithridates of Cappadocia, were delivered up to their own slaves, to be carried away captive to Colchis. Athenæus considers this a just punishment for their wickedness in first introducing the slave-trade into Greece. From this ancient villany of the Chians the proverb arose, “The Chian hath bought himself a master.”


  • KNOW’ST thou, O slave-cursed land!

    How, when the Chian’s cup of guilt

    Was full to overflow, there came

    God’s justice in the sword of flame

    That, red with slaughter to its hilt,

    Blazed in the Cappadocian victor’s hand?

    The heavens are still and far;

    But, not unheard of awful Jove,

    The sighing of the island slave

    Was answered, when the Ægean wave

    The keels of Mithridates clove,

    And the vines shrivelled in the breath of war.

    “Robbers of Chios! hark,”

    The victor cried, “to Heaven’s decree!

    Pluck your last cluster from the vine,

    Drain your last cup of Chian wine;

    Slaves of your slaves, your doom shall be,

    In Colchian mines by Phasis rolling dark.”

    Then rose the long lament

    From the hoar sea-god’s dusky caves:

    The priestess rent her hair and cried,

    “Woe! woe! The gods are sleepless-eyed!”

    And, chained and scourged, the slaves of slaves,

    The lords of Chios into exile went.

    “The gods at last pay well,”

    So Hellas sang her taunting song,

    “The fisher in his net is caught,

    The Chian hath his master bought;”

    And isle from isle, with laughter long,

    Took up and sped the mocking parable.

    Once more the slow, dumb years

    Bring their avenging cycle round,

    And, more than Hellas taught of old,

    Our wiser lesson shall be told,

    Of slaves uprising, freedom-crowned,

    To break, not wield, the scourge wet with their blood and tears.

    1863.