SONG OF THE GREEK POET. LORD BYRON. THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! The Scian and the Teian muse, The mountains look on Marathon, I dreamed that Greece might still be free A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis, And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations, all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they? And where are they-and where art thou, The heroic bosom beats no more! 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Must we but weep o'er days more blest? What! silent still? and silent all? Ah, no! The voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise we come, we come!" 'Tis but the living who are dumb. In vain! in vain! strike other chords; And shed the blood of Scio's vine! You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,- The earlier, and the nobler one? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! It made Anacreon's song divine; He served - but served Polycrates. A tyrant;-but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was Freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant was Miltiades! Oh! that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind! Such chains as his were sure to bind. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Such as the Doric mothers bore; Trust not for freedom to the Franks- The only hope of courage dwells; Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Place me on Sunium's marbled steep Where nothing, save the waves and I, SPEECH OF PERICLES. THUCYDIDES. TRANSLATION OF B. JOWETT. I HAVE summoned an assembly that I may remind you of your resolutions, and reprove you for your inconsiderate anger against me, and want of fortitude in misfortune. In my judgment it would be better for individuals themselves that the citizens should suffer and the State flourish, than that the citizens should flourish and the State suffer. A private man, however successful in his own dealing, if his country perish is involved in her destruction; but if he be an unprosperous citizen of a prosperous city, he is much more likely to recover. Seeing, then, that States can bear the misfortunes of individuals, but individuals cannot bear the misfortunes of States, let us all stand by our country; and not do what you are doing now, who, because you are stunned by your private calamities, are letting go the common hope of safety, and condemning not only me who advised, but yourselves who consented to the war. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. LORD BYRON. THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, |