Shade of Leonidas, who fought so hearty,
When my poor Greece was once, as now, surrounded!
Oh, Cæsar's Commentaries! now impart, ye
Shadows of Glory! (lest I be confounded),
A portion of your fading twilight hues—
So beautiful, so fleeting—to the Muse.
LXXXIII.
When I call "fading" martial immortality,
I mean, that every age and every year,
And almost every day, in sad reality,