death of Corythus by the hand of his father Paris; and the
omnipotence of beauty and charm which triumph over the wrath of
Menelaus, are the subjects of Landor's verse. But Helen, as a woman,
has hardly found a nobler praise, in three thousand years, than
Helen, as a child, has received from Mr. Swinburne in "Atalanta in
Calydon." Meleager is the speaker:-


Even such (for sailing hither I saw far hence,
And where Eurotas hollows his moist rock
Nigh Sparta, with a strenuous-hearted stream)
Even such I saw their sisters; one swan-white,
The little Helen, and less fair than she
Fair Clytemnestra, grave as pasturing fawns
Who feed and fear some arrow; but at whiles,
As one smitten with love or wrung with joy,
She laughs and lightens with her eyes, and then
Weeps; whereat Helen, having laughed, weeps too,
And the other chides her, and she being chid speaks naught,
But cheeks and lips and eyelids kisses her
Laughing, so fare they, as in their bloomless bud
And full of unblown life, the blood of gods.


There is all the irony of Fate in Althaeas' reply


Sweet days befall them and good loves and lords,
Tender and temperate honours of the hearths,
Peace, and a perfect life and blameless bed.