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
The Heracleidan blood might own.

Trust not for freedom to the FranksThey 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.

ὠλένας φοίνιξ, μαλακὸν σκίαμα, τεῖνεν· εἰς φάος δὲ φανέντ' ἐραννὸν τέκνα προσγέλαξεν, ἀμαχάνῳ τ' ὀρέγματι χειρῶν

θέλγε ματρώον κέαρ. Α, τίς ἀγὼ τυμπάνων ἐπλῆξέ μ ̓; ἰδοῦ, πέδονδε Ναξίου κατ' ώρεος εὐμαρεί σκιρτήματι πίπτει

κισσοχαῖτ ̓ ἄναξ, Βρόμιος καὶ εὐοι Μαινάδες τὸν εὔιον ἀμβοῶσιν, ενίοις βοάμασιν ἀντιπλὴξ βακχεύεται ἀκτά.

ῥίπτε νῦν κώμου νόμον, Ορφέως δὲ ἔνθεον στάθεσσιν ἔγειρε φωνάν. Θρᾳκίων ἀνδυσά μ' ἀπ' ωρέων ἐπέπτετ ̓ ὀμίχλα,

καί τις αὐδᾷ σεμνόν· ἑκὰς, βέβαλοι ̇ δεῦρ ̓ ὃς εὐδαίμων, πραπίδεσσιν ἁγναῖς δρέψαι ἀῤῥήτων τελετᾶν ἄωτον

ὀλβοδοτειρᾶν.

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine,

Our virgins dance beneath the shadeI 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 marble 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 mine

Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!

ὦ μάται ̓ ὀνείρατα τίς γὰρ ἀνὴρ φαίνεται Πάτμου κατ ̓ ἔρημον ἄλσος; ὄλβιος δή τις περὶ δ ̓ οἱ πρόσωπον ἵσταται ἀστήρ

προπρὸ δ ̓ ὀφθαλμῶν μέγα φάσμ ̓ ὄρωρεν ἠνὶ, χρυσαῖς λαμπάσιν ἐμπρέπει Τις χαλκόπους, πυρωπός, ἔχει δ ̓ ἄρ ̓ ὠρανοῖο καὶ αδου

ἐν χεροῖν κλαΐδας· ὅρημ', ὅρημι παμφαὲς Πατρὸς σέβας, ἴρισίν τε τὸν θρόνον στίλβοντα ̇ κλύω, κλύω σάλπιγγος αϋτὰν

ἄσχετον ̇ τρέμ ̓ ὠρανὸς, ἔτρεμ ̓ αἰθὴρ, καὶ θάλασσα συντεταραγμένα, γἃ δ ̓ ἐῤῥάγη βροντῇσι διαμπερές. θαυμάστ ̓ ἀνέφηνε

καρδίαις πιστῶν Θεός· ἀλλὰ νῦν μοι χαιρέτω πάντ ̓ ἔσσεται, εἶτε θνατοῖς λάμψεται τὸ κύριον ὑψόθεν τε

λεσφόρον άμαρ.

FROM MILTON'S PARADISE LOST.

Book V.

Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light,

Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers,

Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand.

This day I have begot, whom I declare

My only Son, and on this holy hill

Him have anointed, whom ye now behold

At my right hand; your head I him appoint ; And by myself have sworn; to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord:

Under his great vicegerent reign abide

United, as one individual soul,

For ever happy: him who disobeys,

Me disobeys, breaks union, and that day,
Cast out from God and blessed vision, falls
Into utter darkness, deep ingulf'd, his place
Ordain'd without redemption, without end.