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He counted them at break of day-
And when the sun set, where were they?

And where are they? and where art thou,

My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now

The heroic bosom beats no more !

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For what is left the poet here?-
For Greeks a blush-for Greece a tear.

Must we but weep o'er days more blest ?

Must we but blush ?–Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast

A remnant of our Spartan dead !
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Thermopylæ !

What, silent still ? and silent all ?

Ah, no !--the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall,

And answer, 'Let one living head, But one arise,—we come, we come!' 'Tis but the living who are dumb.

In vain-in vain ; strike other chords ;

Fill high the cup with Samian wine ! Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,

And shed the blood of Scio's vine ! Hark! rising to the ignoble call, How answers each bold Bacchanal !

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,

Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget

The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gaveThink

ye he meant them for a slave ?

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !

We will not think of themes like these ! It made Anacreon's

song

divine :
He served,—but served Polycrates-
A tyrant ;—but our masters then
Were still, at least, our countrymen.

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.

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !

On Suli's rock and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line

Such as the Doric mothers bore ;
And there perhaps some seed is sown,
That Heracleidan blood might own.
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.
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !

Our virgins dance beneath the shade-
I see their glorious black eyes shine ;

But gazing on each glowing maid,
My own the burning tear-drop laves,
To think such breasts must suckle slaves.

Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,

Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ;

There, swan-like, let me sing and die. A land of slaves shall ne'er be mineDash down yon cup of Samian wine !

LORD BYRON.

FUNERAL ORATION

DELIVERED BY PERICLES OVER THE ATHENIANS WHO FELL

IN THE FIRST YEAR OF THE GREAT WAR.

During the same winter, in accordance with an old national custom, the funeral of those who first fell in this war was celebrated by the Athenians at the public charge. The ceremony is as follows. Three days before the celebration they erect a tent in which the bones of the dead are laid out, and every one brings to his own dead any offering which he pleases. At the time of the funeral the bones are placed in chests of cypress wood, which are conveyed on hearses ; there is one chest for each tribe. They also carry a single empty litter decked with a pall, for all whose bodies are missing, and cannot be recovered after the battle. The procession is accompanied by any one who chooses, whether citizen or stranger, and the female relations of the deceased are present at the place of interment and make lamentation. The public sepulchre is situated in the most beautiful spot outside the walls ; there they always bury those who fall in war ; only, after the battle of Marathon, the dead, in recognition of their pre-eminent valour, were interred on the field. When the remains have been laid in the earth, some man of known ability and high reputation, chosen by the city, delivers a suitable oration over them ; after which the people depart. Such is the manner of interment; and the ceremony was repeated from time to time throughout the war. Over those who were the first buried Pericles was chosen to speak. At the fitting moment he advanced from the sepulchre to a lofty stage, which had been erected in order that he might be heard as far as possible by the multitude, and spoke as follows:

FUNERAL SPEECH. Most of those who have spoken here before me have commended the lawgiver who added this oration to

our

other funeral customs ; it seemed to them a worthy thing that such an honour should be given at their burial to the

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dead who have fallen on the field of battle. But I should have preferred that, when men's deeds have been brave, they

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