Save myself, by the fierce invader!
“And I was spared from that blood-stained grave
To be dragged away as the Moslem’s slave,
And bend to the foe victorious,—
But, O Greece! to thee does my memory turn
Its longing eyes—and my heart-strings yearn
To behold thee rise in thy might and spurn,
As of yore, thy yoke inglorious!
“But oh! whither has Spartan courage fled?
And why, proud Athens! above thine head