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Of erring judging men
Can break the heart where it abides.
Alas! if Love, whose smile makes this obscure world splendid,
Can change with its false times and tides,
Alas for Love!
And Truth, who wanderest lone and unbefriended,
If thou canst veil thy lie-consuming mirror
Repulse, with plumes from conquest torn, Led the ten thousand from the limits of the
Through many an hostile Anarchy !
At length they wept aloud, and cried, "The Sea! the Sea!"
Through exile, persecution, and despair, Rome was, and young Atlantis shall become
The wonder, or the terror, or the tomb
Of all whose step wakes Power lulled in her
But Greece was as a hermit child,
Whose fairest thoughts and limbs were
To woman's growth, by dreams so mild,
And now, O Victory, blush! and Empire tremble
When ye desert the free
If Greece must be
A wreck, yet shall its fragments reassemble,
To Amphionic music on some Cape sublime,
Let the tyrants rule the desert they have made; Let the free possess the paradise they claim; Be the fortune of our fierce oppressors weighed With our ruin, our resistance, and our name!
Our dead shall be the seed of their decay,
Their dishonour a remembrance to abide !
Victory! Victory! The bought Briton sends The keys of ocean to the Islamite.
Now shall the blazon of the cross be veiled, And British skill, directing Othman might, Thunder-strike rebel victory. Oh, keep holy This jubilee of unrevengèd blood!
Kill! crush! despoil! Let not a Greek escape!
Darkness has dawned in the East
On the noon of time:
The death-birds descend to their feast,
From the hungry clime.
Let Freedom and Peace flee far
To a sunnier strand,
And follow Love's folding-star
The young moon has fed
With the sunset's fire:
The weak day is dead,
But the night is not born;
And, like loveliness panting with wild desire
Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the free!
To climes where now veiled by the ardour of day
Thou art hidden
From waves on which weary noon
Faints in her summer swoon,
Between Kingless continents sinless as
Around mountains and islands inviolably
Through the sunset of hope,
What Paradise islands of glory gleam!
Beneath Heaven's cope,
Their shadows more clear float by
The sound of their oceans, the light of their sky,
The music and fragrance their solitudes breathe
Burst, like morning on dream, or like Heaven. on death
Through the walls of our prison; And Greece, which was dead, is arisen!
The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn: