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Selictar !* unsheath then our chief's scimitār; ons
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 ?
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.
But ne'er will freedom seek this fated soil, s
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
A brighter glance her form reflected gave,
Let sage or cynic prattle as he will, ir į utensch These hours, and only these, redeem Life's years of ill!A