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If thou canst veil thy lie-consuming mirror
Before the dazzled eyes of Error, Alas for thee! Image of the Above!
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,
When ye desert the free!
If Greece must be
In a diviner clime,
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 !
Our dead shall be the seed of their decay,
Our survivors be the shadows of their pride, Our adversity a dream to pass away, —
Their dishonor 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 unrevenged blood ! Kill, crush, despoil! Let not a Greek escape !
Darkness has dawned in the East
On the noon of time ;
From the hungry clime.
To a sunnier strand,
To the Evening land!
young moon has fed
Her exhausted horn
But the night is not born ;
While it trembles with fear and delight,
Hesperus flies from awakening night,
Fast-flashing, soft and bright.
Guide us far, far away,
Thou art hidden
Through the sunset of hope,
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
The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn; Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
From waves serener far ;
Against the morning-star.
A loftier Argo cleaves the main,
Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again,
And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Oh, write no more the tale of Troy,
If earth Death's scroll must be ! Nor mix with Laian rage the joy
Which dawns upon the free; Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew.
Another Athens shall arise,
And to remoter time
The splendor of its prime;
Saturn and Love their long repose
Shall burst, more bright and good
Than many unsubdued ;
Oh, cease! must hate and death return?
Cease! must men kill and die ?
Of bitter prophecy.
Oh, might it die or rest at last ! 1091–93 more bright ... unsubdued, Shelley n. d. || omit, Shelley, 1822; bright || wise, Galignani, 1829; unsubdued || unwithstood, Galignani, 1829.