...haughtily? whither having marched, where made his stand, where I did not? » It was probably from these Hues that Lord Byron took the hint for the last stanza...marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May bear our mutual murmurs weep,— There, swan-like, let me siug and die." " " Shamest thou not, knowing...

...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 1 May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall...

...§ This passage bears a striking resemblance to a verse in the ninetyfirst Psalm. || It was probably from these lines that Lord Byron took the hint for...Greek isles : Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, slave, I speak. Truly hadst thou been born of a noble mother, thou wouldst have boasted loftily, and...

...on each glpwing 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 1, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die ; A land of slaves shall...

...with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eves shine ; Place me on Sunium's marbled steep. Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutnal murmurs sweep : There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine...

...hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and 1 May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die • A land of slaves shall...

...bowl with Samian wine ; Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see their glorious black eyes shine; Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,— Where nothing, save the waves and I May hear our mutal murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die ; A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine—...

...grief!" 3 Similar to this is the complaint of the herald in the Agamemnon of ^Eschylus. 3 It was probably from these lines that Lord Byron took the hint for the last stanza of his ode to the Greek isles : May hear our mutual murmurs weep — There, swan-like, let me sing and die. Place me on Sunium's...

...have the letters Cadmus gave — Think ye he meant them for a slave ? Canto iii. Stan2a 86. v. 10. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, J May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die. Canto iii. Stan2a 86....

...gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle sLm-. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and 1. May hear our mutual murmurs sweep: There, swan-like, let me »ing and dio: A land of slaves shall...