Stanza 23.
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
Stanza 73.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
Stanza 76.
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,
Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
Stanza 88.
Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground.
Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.