2.
'Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope;
But this I feel can ne'er be true:
For by the death-blow of my Hope
My Memory immortal grew.
Athens, January, 1811.
[First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).]
TRANSLATION OF THE FAMOUS GREEK WAR SONG,
"Δεῦτε παῖδες τῶν Ἑλλήνων." [16]
Sons of the Greeks, arise!
The glorious hour's gone forth,
And, worthy of such ties,
Display who gave us birth.
CHORUS.
Sons of Greeks! let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.