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

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.Bozua1e! with the storied brave

Greece nurtured in her glory'a time,

Reat thee-there ia no prouder grc.ve 1

E'en in her own proud clime.

She wore no funeral weeds for thee,

Nor bade the dark he&rae WI\Ve ita plume,

Like torn branch !rom death'• leafteu tree,

In aorrow'• pomp ancl pageantry,

The heartleas luxury oC the tomb:

But abe rememben thee u one

Long loved, and for" season gone;

For thee her poet's lyre ia wrea.thed,

R11r mwble wrought, her music bre.thed ;

For thee abe riJlga the biriJld.ay belle ;

Of thee her babes' tint liaping tell• :

F or thine her evening prayer ia lllid

At pt\l&ee couch, and cottage bed ;

Her aolclier, cloaing with the foe

Givee·f'or thy eake a deadlier blow;

Bia plighted maiden, when abe fean

For him, the joy of her young yean,

Thinka of thy !ate, ~d chaeta her tean:

And she, the mother or thy boy.,

Though in her eyo and faded cheek

Ie reAd the grief she will not apeak,

The memory of her buried joye 1

And even she who gave the" birth,

Will, by their pilgrim~iroled hearth,

, Talk oftby doom without a ai"b :

F or tbon art Freedom'& nowt and Fame's,

One of tbe few, the immortal names,

That were not born to die.

le'T death to fall for Freedom's right 1

Be's dead alone that lacks her light

ADd murder sullies in Beaven's eight

The sword he draw• :-

What can alone ennoble fight f

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