[343] “And if you remember of old, I dare die. Consider what the world would conceive if I should be violently enforced to do it.”—Fragments of her Letters.
THE BRIDE OF THE GREEK ISLE.[344]
“Fear! I’m a Greek, and how should I fear death?
A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?
...
I will not live degraded.” Sardanapalus.
Come from the woods with the citron-flowers,
Come with your lyres for the festal hours,
Maids of bright Scio! They came, and the breeze
Bore their sweet songs o’er the Grecian seas;