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WRITTEN AT ATHENS.
JANUARY 16, 1810.
THE spell is broke, the charm is flown!
Thus is it with life's fitful fever:
Delirium is our best deceiver.
Recalls the woes of Nature's charter, And he that acts as wise men ought,
But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.
WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM
SESTOS TO ABYDOS. (1)
MAY 9, 1810,
IF, in the month of dark December,
Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?)
To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!
If, when the wintry tempest roar'd,
He sped to Hero, nothing loth, And thus of old thy current pour’d,
Fair Venus ! how I pity both!
For me, degenerate modern wretch,
Though in the genial month of May, My dripping limbs I faintly stretch,
And think I've done a feat to-day.
But since he crossd the rapid tide,
According to the doubtful story,
And swam for Love, as I for Glory;
5. "Twere hard to say who fared the best:
Sad mortals ! thus the Gods still plague you! He lost his labour, I my jest;
For he was drown'd, and I've the ague.
Or, since that has left my breast,
By those tresses unconfined,
By that lip I long to taste;
Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Zám už, tas ayaww.
TRANSLATION OF THE FAMOUS GREEK
Δείτε παίδες των Ελλήνων, ,
Written by Riga, who perished in the attempt to revolutionize Greece.
The following translation is as literal as the author could make it in verse; it is of the same measure as that of the original. See vol. I.
Sons of the Greeks, arise !
The glorious hour's gone forth,
Display who gave us birth.
Sons of Greeks! let us go
In a river past our feet.
Then manfully despising
The Turkish tyrant's yoke,
And all her chains are broke.
Brave shades of chiefs and sages,
Behold the coming strife!
Oh, start again to life!
Your sleep, oh, join with me!
Sons of Greeks, &c.
Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers
Lethargic dost thou lie ? Awake, and join thy numbers
With Athens, old ally! Leonidas recalling,
That chief of ancient song, Who saved ye once from falling,
The terrible! the strong!
In old Thermopylæ,
To keep his country free;
The battle, long he stood, And like a lion raging, Expired in seas of blood.
Sons of Greeks, &c.