Awake! (not Greece—she is awake!)
Awake, my spit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,


And then strike home !


Tread those reviving passions down,
Unworthy manhood!—Unto thee
Indifferent should the smile or frown

Of beauty be.
If thou regret’st thy youth, why hve?
The land of honourable death
Is here:—up to the field, and give
Away thy breath !


Seek out—less often sought than found—
A soldier’s grave, for thee the best ;
Then look around, and choose thy ground,

And take thy rest.
BYRON.
MISSOLONGHI, January 22, 1824.
Graecia en vocat! en vocant
Campus, arma, aquilae, decus,
Corda libera! non tulit

Filium clypeo super
Sparta lberiorem.
Surge, surge, anima, et soporem
Excute aemula Graeciae !
Nosce, nate, lacus sinum

Sanguinem unde tuum trahis ;
Tum [611 semel ultor!


Turpe ne redeat iugum!
Sperne vilia nec viro
Digna! te nihil attinet

Frontem si levis explicet
Contrahatve Neaera.
Quod iuventa abit doles,
Stulte 7 Quid prohibet mori ?
Mortis ecquis honestior
Campus hoc? Age 'prodigus,


Venit hora, animam da!


I pete, haud alias petita,
Apta funera militi:
Te decent: tumulo locum
Certus elige; tum capesse,
Inquiete, quietem !


DEANERY, CANTERBURY, July 4, 1898.
a) cesta | “WiSasass animaeque magnae
Prodigum Paullum, superante Poeno.
Hors 112) 87:


420


“So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,
Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves.”


Miuton, Lycidas, 172.
