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In a river past our feet.
Then manfully despising
The Turkish tyrant's yoke, Let your country see you rising,
And all her chains are broke. Brave shades of chiefs and sages,
Behold the coming strife!
Oh, start again to life!
Your sleep, oh, join with me!
Sons of Greeks, &c. Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers
* Constantinople. " Exladogos."
Lethargic dost thou lie? Awake, and join thy numbers
With Athens, old ally! Leonidas recalling,
That chief of ancient song, Who sav'd ye once from falling,
The terrible! the strong!
In old Thermopylæ,
To keep his country free;
The battle, long he stood,
Sons of Greeks, &c.
Translation of the Romaic Song,
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The song from which this is taken is a great favourite with the • young girls of Athens of all classes. Their manner of singing
it is by verses in rotation, the whole number present joining in the chorus. I have heard it frequently at our “xópos” in the winter of 1810-11. The air is plaintive and pretty.
I Enter thy garden of roses, : ;
Beloved and fair Haideé, ..
For surely. I see her in thee...
Receive this fond truth from my tongue,
Yet trembles for what it has sung;
As the branch, at the bidding of Nature,
Adds fragrance and fruit to the tree, Through her eyes, through her every feature,
Shines the soul of the young Haideé.
But the loveliest garden grows hateful:
When Love has abandon’d the bowers Bring me hemlock-since mine is ungrateful,
That herb is more fragrant than flowers.. The poison, when pour'd from the chalice,.. .
Will deeply embitter the bowl;
The draught shall be sweet to my soul.
My heart from these horrors to save: Will nought to my bosom restore thee?
Then open the gates of the grave!
As the chief who to combat advances
Secure of his conquest before,
Hast pierc'd through my heart to its core.
By pangs which a smile would dispel ? Would the hope, which thou once bad’st me cherish,
For torture repay me too well? Now sad is the garden of roses,
Beloved but false Haideé ! There Flora all wither'd reposes,
And mourns o'er thine absence with me,