How sweet it were in concert to adore
With those who made our mortal labors light,
To hear each voice we fear’d to hear no more.
Behold each mighty shade reveal’d to sight,
The Bactrian, Samian sage, and all who taught the right!
Childe Harold, ii.
[24] The epitaph in the original is:
Ὦ ξεῖν’ ἀγγεῖλον Λακεδαιμονίοις ὅτι τῇδε
κείμεθα, τοῐς κείνων πειθόμενοι νομίμοις.
[25] This was expressed in the Greek verses,