A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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TBrr fell devoted, but undying;
The very goJes their names eeem'd eighing:
The waters murmur'd of their name ;
The wooda were peopled with their f&me ;
The silent pillar, lo1l6 and vey,
Claim'd kindred with their sacred clay ;
Their epirit.a wrapp'd the duaky mountain,
Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain;
The meanest rill, the mi~tbtieat river
Roll'd mingling with the1r fame for ever.
Deapite of every yoke abe bears,
That land ia glory's atilland theirs I
'Tie etill a watch-word to the earth :
When man would do a deed of worth,
He points to Greece, and turns to tread,
So eanct ion'd, on the tyrant'• head :
Be looks to her, and MlBhea on
Where life is lost, or freedom won.

Jang af f~c •ruk t)ott.

:BTRON.

Tn islea of Greece, the ialea of Greece!

W'bere burning Sappho lov~d and aung,

Where grew the am of war and peace,-

Wbere Delos roee 1 IUld Phmbus sprung I

Eternal summer gilas t hem yet,

But all, except their aun, ia Bet.

The Scian and the TeiiUl muae,

The hero's harp, the lover'• lute,

Have found the fame your shorea refuse;

Their place of birth alone is mute

To aounda which echo further west

TbiUl your aires' " Island a of the Bleat. '^1

Tbe mountains look QU Marathon-

And Marathon looks on the aea ;

And musing there an hour alone,

I d.ream'd that Greece might still be frt!e ·

For, standing on the Persians' vave, I

I could not deem myself a alave.