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CANTO II.] When his Delhis come dashing in blood o'er the banks,

How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks!

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Selictar! unsheathe then our chief's Scimitār;

Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of War.

Ye Mountains, that see us descend to the shore,

Shall view us as Victors, or view us no more!

LXXIII.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed Worth!N33

Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!

Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth,

And long accustomed bondage uncreate?

Not such thy sons who whilome did await,

The helpless warriors of a willing doom,

In bleak Thermopylæ's sepulchral strait—

Oh! who that gallant spirit shall resume,

Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?