By suff'ring, from the tender charities I will not, hapless peasant, by reproach, Increase thy mis'ry, nor with cruel taunts Would have aveng'd such injuries, and rais’d To raise thy broken spirit, and with tales Of thy forefathers' deeds, waken the fire Which slumbers, not extinguish'd, in thy breast. 510 515 520 Yon mound of earth, on which the wild flow'r waves, Covers a band of heroes who here fell In Freedom's phalanx; there let us recline; And rest thy pale cheek on thine arm, whilst thus I tell thee how the warriors fought and died. 525 This plain, which here so wide expands, o'erspread • With wood, and water'd by unnumber'd springs Which gush from yonder mountains, soon contracts Into a narrow path, where scarcely thou E 'Canst drive thy yoked car, and winds between ‹ The gloom of shaggy cliffs, and the deep roar Of billows; there the gallant warrior stood, Leonidas, and marshall'd with his spear • The band of his embattled countrymen; 530 ‹ They round their chieftain gather'd, as the storm 535 Spreads gloomily around the mountain's breast. 'The war-trump sounded.—Thou hast seen the might · Of fierce Salampria' roll his wint'ry tide ' Over thy fields; so burst th' invading bands, 540 • His dauntless bosom to the iron edge · Of battle. Long and doubtful was the fight; 545 Day after day the hostile army pour'd 'Its choicest warriors, but in vain—they fell, 'Or fled inglorious. Foul treachery At last prevail'd; a steep and dangʼrous path, 9 The modern name of Peneus. 1 The modern name of Mount Ossa. Of thy heroic sires. The morning dawn'd And the brave Chieftain, when he rais'd his head 'From the cold rock on which he rested, view'd Banner and helmet, and the waving fire · From lance and buckler, glancing high amidst Around his spear he call'd his countrymen, And with a smile that o'er his rugged cheek 'Pass'd transient, like the momentary flash Streaking a thunder-cloud-" But we will die" '(He cried) " like Grecians; we will leave our sons "A bright example; let each warrior bind Firmly his mail, and grasp his lance, and scowl "From underneath his helm, a frown of death 66 Upon his shrinking foe; then let him fix "His firm unbending knee, and where he fights, “ There fall.”—They heard, and on their shields 555 560 565 570 And died, as they had liv'd, triumphantly. And when thy country calls thee from thy plains 575 'To fight for liberty, remember those 'Who bled, unconquer'd, with Leonidas!' There was a time when ev'ry father taught His child these tales, and as he watch'd the dawn Of infant reason beaming in his eye, 580 And form'd his limbs, by martial exercise, To feats of danger, bade him emulate His ancestors in battle. Ev'ry rock And forest rang with the inspiring strains, Waken'd the preludes of his harp to songs The list'ning youth in mute attention hung, 585 Those times are past, and now a stranger's hand 590 Must sweep the strings, and feebly wake the chords To tell to Greece, how noble were the sires, Within my breast, as I ascend thy heights, Sinking in precipice, or shooting bold In tower'd masses, charm my mind from thoughts How awful did thy rocky barriers rise Of morning playing on the helm and spear 595 600 605 610 615 |