Against the Golden City of the sea.[205]
—Oh! for a soul to fire thy dust, Thermopylæ!
VII.
Hear yet again, ye mighty!—Where are they
Who, with their green Olympic garlands crown’d,
Leap’d up in proudly beautiful array,
As to a banquet gathering, at the sound
Of Persia’s clarion? Far and joyous round,
From the pine forests, and the mountain snows,
And the low sylvan valleys, to the bound