“Fair Albion, smiling, sees her son depart
To trace the birth and nursery of art:
Noble his object, glorious is his aim;
He comes to Athens, and he—writes his name.”
BENEATH WHICH LORD BYRON INSERTED THE FOLLOWING:—
The modest bard, like many a bard unknown,
Rhymes on our names, but wisely hides his own;
But yet, whoe'er he be, to say no worse,
His name would bring more credit than his verse.
1810.
[First published, Life, 1830.]
MAID OF ATHENS, ERE WE PART.[n]
Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.
1.
Maid of Athens,[10] ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.[11]