A poem Lord Byron wrote in lament of an enslaved Greece.

”                          The Isles of Greece

(By Lord Byron)

“The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

The Scian and the Teian muse,
The hero’s harp, the lover’s lute,
Have found the fame your shores refuse:
Their place of birth alone is mute
To sounds which echo further west
Then your sires’ `Islands of the Blest.’

The mountains look on Marathon–
And Marathon looks on to sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dream’d that Greece might still be free;
For standing on the Persians’ grave,
I could not deem myself a slave…”

http://www.gpo.gov/fdsys/pkg/CREC-2001-03-20/html/CREC-2001-03-20-pt1-PgH979-7.htm

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