I see their glorious black eyes shine;
But gazing on each glowing maid,
Mine own the burning tear-drop laves,
To think such breasts must suckle slaves. 90
XVI.
Place me on Sunium’s marbled steep,
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die:
A land of slaves shall ne’er be mine— 95