By Sparta’s ruins? And shall man, a slave,
Bow’d to the dust, amid such scenes repine?
—If e’er a soil was mark’d for freedom’s step, ’tis thine!
CIV.
Wash from that soil the stains with battle-showers.
—Beneath Sophia’s dome the Moslem prays,
The Crescent gleams amidst the olive-bowers,
In the Comneni’s halls the Tartar sways:[227]
But not for long!—the spirit of those days,
When the three hundred made their funeral pile