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Selictar !* unsheath then our chief's scimitār; ons
Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of war.
Ye mountains that see us descend to the shore! v,i
Shall view us as victors, or view us no more! !

LXXIII.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth ! 33
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth,
And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ?
Not such thy sons who whilome did await,

The hopeless warriors of a willing doom, 1In bleak Thermopylæ's sepulchral strait

Oh! who that gallant spirit shall resume, pa Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb ?

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LXXIV. Spirit of freedom! when on Phyle's brow3%. Ilmselt Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train, s ive Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which now, Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain? 11:11 Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain, i cili But every carle can lord it o'er thy land; ,.,,.18 Nor rise thy sons, but idly rail in vain, system

Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand,.. From birth till death enslav’d; in word, in deed unmann'd.,

LXXV. In all save form alone, how chang'd! and who i That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye, JT Who but would deem their bosoms burn'd anews With thy unquenched beam, lost Liberty! ... And many dream withal the hour is nigh : pes That gives them back their fathers’ heritage: T For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh,

Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage, Or tear their name defild from Slavery's mournful page. ::

LXXVI. Hereditary bondsmen! 'know ye not " Info Who would be free themselves must strike the blow ? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? no!': '' True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, 111 But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.*** Shades of the Helots! triumph o'er your foe!!11!

Greece! change thy lords, thy state is still the same; Thy glorious day is o'er, but not thine years of shame.

LXXVII.
The city won for Allah from the Giaour, ..
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest';
And the Serai's impenetrable tower and
Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest; 85.;;.
On Wuhab's rebel brood who dared divest SA
The 36 prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,' ?!
May wind their path of blood along the West';

But ne'er will freedom seek this fated soil, s
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.

LXXVIII.
Yet mark their mirth="ere lenten days begin..!
That penance which their holy rites prepare,' itás
To shrive from man his weight of mortal' sin, hood
By daily abstinence and nightly prayer; .!!! bould
But ere his sackcloth garb Repentance wear, 4/7
Some days of joyaunce are decreed to all, but
To take of pleasaunce each his secret share, 111

In motley robe to dance at masking ball, PP And join the mimic train of merry Carnival.

LXXIX. And whose more rife with merriment than thine, Oh Stamboul! once the empress of their reigne: 0 Though turbans now pollute Sophia's shrine, 'n And Greece her very altars eyes in vain, na aliw (Alas!'her woes will still pervade my 'strain!!:23 Gay were her ministrels once, for free her throng, All felt the common joy they now must feign, 0)

Nor oft I've seen such sight, nor heard such song, As woo'd the eye--and thrilld the Bosphorus along. 1/1

LXXX.
Loud was the lightsome tumult of the shore,
Oft Music chang?d, but never ceas’d her tone,,,
And timely echo'd back the measur’d oar,
And rippling waters made a pleasant moan;
The Queen of tides on high consenting shone, i
And when a transient breeze swept o'er the wave,
'Twas—as if darting from her heavenly throne,

A brighter glance her form reflected gave,
Till sparkling billows seem'd to light the banks they lave.

LXXXI.
Glanc'd many a light caique along the foam, , -A
Danc'd on the shore the daughters of the land,
Ne thought bad man or maid of rest or home, 4T
While many a languid eye, and thrilling handson
Exchang’d the look few bosoms may withstand, )
Or gently prest, return’d the pressure stilliy va
Oh Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band,

Let sage or cynic prattle as he will, ir į utensch These hours, and only these, redeem Life's years of ill!A

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