Ah! no;—the voices of the dead
Sound like a distant torrent’s fall, 45
And answer, “Let one living head,
But one arise—we come, we come!”
’Tis but the living who are dumb.
IX.
In vain—in vain; strike other chords;
Fill high the cup with Samian wine! 50
Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,
And shed the blood of Scio’s vine!