XII. 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. XIII. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Such as the Doric mothers bore; XIV. Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells; But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. XV. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! XVI. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Coleridge's Text. 20. THOMAS CAMPBELL. Hohenlinden. ON Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n, Then rush'd the steed to battle driv'n, And louder than the bolts of heaven, But redder yet that light shall glow, 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Few, few, shall part where many meet! Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. 1809 Edition. 21. ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. Say not the Struggle Nought Availeth. SAY not, the struggle nought availeth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright. 1869 Edition. |