And  when  a  tmnsient  bseeae  swept  e'er  the  wave^
Twis^  aa  if  dsiting  firem  hsr  hea Vunly  throne,

ongnver  gisnee  nv  nam  mussisa  gaie,
-^        --  I'dtalifl^thebaiikaflkey


ULXXI.
>y  a  light  oai^ne  alsng  the  foaai,
Baneed  on  the  shore  the  daughters  of  the  land,
Ne  thought  had  man  or  maid  of  rest  or  home^
While  many  a  languid  eye  and  thrilling  hand
Bnehanged  the  look  few  bosoms  may  withstand,
Or  gently  prest,  retnxn'd  the  pressure  still :
Oh  Lots  !  young  Lots  !  bound  in  thy  rosy  band.
Let  sage  or  cynic  prattie  as  he  will,
These  hours,  and  only  these,  redeem  UI^^s  yearn  ai
iU!

LXXXU.
But,  midst  the  throng  in  merry  masquerade,
Lurk  there  no  hearts  that  throb  with  secret  pain.
Even  through  the  closest  scarment  half  betray'd)
To  such  the  gentle  murmurs  of  the  main
Seem  to  ref  cho  all  they  mourn  in  yain ;
To  such  the  gladness  of  the  gamesome  crowd
Is  source  of  wayward  thought  and  stem  disdain :
How  do  they  loathe  the  laughter  idly  loud.
And  long  to  change  the  robe  of  revel  for  the  rfmradt

LXXXUL

This  must  he  fed,  the  true-bora  son  of  Oreeoa,
If  Greece  one  true-born  patriot  still  can  boast :
Not  such  as  prate  of  war,  but  skulk  in  peace.
The  bondsman*s  peace,  who  sighs  for  oil  he  lost.
Yet  with  smooth  smile  his  tj-rant  can  accost.
And  wield  the  slavish  sickle,  not  the  sword:
Ah !  Greece  I  thcj  love  thee  least  who  owe  thee

most!
Their  birth,  their  blood,  and  that  sublime  record
Of  hero  sires,  who  shame  thy  now  degenerate  hord«.
LXXXIV.
When  riseth  Lacedscmon's  hardihood.
When  Thebes  Epaminondas  rears  again,
When  Athens'  children  sre  with  hearts  endued.
When  Grecian  mothers  shall  give  bfarth  to  men.
