32 THE ISLES OF GREECE. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! But gazing on each glowing maid, Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Lord Byron. EXURGAT HELLAS. 333 EXURGAT HELLAS. THE world's great age begins anew, The earth doth like a snake renew Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains A new Peneus rolls his fountains Where fairer Tempes bloom, there slcep A loftier Argo cleaves the main, And loves, and weeps, and dies; Oh! write no more the tale of Troy, Modern Poets. ༢ 34 EXURGAT HELLAS. Another Athens shall arise, Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, And leave, if nought so bright may live, Saturn and Love their long repose Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers, Ch cease! must hate and death return! The world is weary of the past- 34 EXURGAT HELLAS. Another Athens shall arise, Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, And leave, if nought so bright may live, Saturn and Love their long repose Shall burst, more bright and good Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers, Oh cease! must hate and death return? The world is weary of the past,— P. B. Shelley. |