Imatges de pÓgina
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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,
Like hope and terror,-

Alas for Love!

And Truth, who wanderest lone and unbefriended,

If thou canst veil thy lie-consuming mirror
Before the dazzled eyes of Error,

Alas for thee! Image of the Above.

SEMICHORUS II.

Repulse, with plumes from conquest torn, Led the ten thousand from the limits of the

morn

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

savage lair:

But Greece was as a hermit child,

Whose fairest thoughts and limbs were built

To woman's growth, by dreams so mild,
She knew not pain or guilt;

And now, O Victory, blush! and Empire

tremble

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A wreck, yet shall its fragments reassemble,
And build themselves again impregnably
In a diviner clime,

To Amphionic music on some Cape sublime, Which frowns above the idle foam of Time.

SEMICHORUS I.

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!

SEMICHORUS II.

Our dead shall be the seed of their decay,
Our survivors be the shadow of their pride,
Our adversity a dream to pass away—

Their dishonour a remembrance to abide !

VOICE WITHOUT

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 es

cape!

SEMICHORUS I.

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

To the Evening land!

SEMICHORUS II.

The young moon has fed
Her exhausted horn,
With the sunset's fire:

The weak day is dead,

But the night is not born; And, like loveliness panting with wild desire While it trembles with fear and delight, Hesperus flies from awakening night, And pants in its beauty and speed with light Fast flashing, soft, and bright.

Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the free! Guide us far, far away,

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

Eden,

Around mountains and islands inviolably
Prankt on the sapphire sea.

SEMICHORUS I.

Through the sunset of hope,

Like the shapes of a dream,
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!

CHORUS

The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,

The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn:

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