THE ISLES OF GREECE. BY LORD BYRON. The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, The mountains look on Marathon- A King sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations—all were his! He counted them at break of dayAnd when the sun set where were they? And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic bosom beats no more! Must we but weep o'er days more blest? |