Star.
London, England, 1821-09-20 00:00:00

HYMN TO GREECE.

tiOg « ISON JUAN," JOY' LORD STROM

The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece.
Where burning Sappho lov'd and sung;
Where grew the arts of war and peace—
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal simmer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set !
•
The Seim and the Teisin Muse,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
Have found the fame your shores refuse;
Their place of birth alone is mute
To sounds which echo further west,•
Than your sires " Islands of the Blest !"
The mountains look on Marathon--
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone'
• I dream'd that Greece might still be free;
For, standing on the Persian's grave,
I could not deem myself a slave!
A King sate on the rocky brow
Which looks o'er sea.born Salamis ;
And ships, in thousands, lay below,
And men in nations were ids!
Be counted them at break of day—
And when the sun set where were they?
And where are they? and where art thou,
My country? On thy voiceless shore
The heroic lay is tuneless now—
The heroic bosom beats no more
And must thy lyre, so long divine,
Degen'rate into hands like mine ?
'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,
Though link'd among a fettered race,
To feel at least a patriot's shame,
Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
For what is left the poet here?
Fer Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear!
Alaseit-webut weep o'er days more blest?
Alust we blush ?—Our fathers bled.
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of the Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Therrnopyix ! •
What, silent still? and silent all?
Ah, no ;—the voices of the dead •
Sound like a distant torrent's fall,
And answer," Let one living head,
But one arise—we come, we come!"
'Tis but the living who arc dumb !
In vain—in vain: strike other chords;
Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,
And shed the blood of Sciu's vine !
Hark ! rising.to the ignoble call—
llow answers each blood bacchanal!
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
• Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and rah: manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave-
- Think ye he meant them fur a slave?

Fill high the howl with Samian whir!
. We will not think of themes like these !
It made Anacreon's song divine:
He svrv'd—but setv'd Polycratcs—
A tyram ; but our masters then
Were still, at least, our countrymen !
The tyrant of the Chersonese
Was Freedom's best and bravest friend;
That tyrant was Mild:ides!
Oh ! that the present hour would lend
Mother despot of the kind!
Such chains as his were sure to bind!
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !
Ua Suli's rock, and Farces shore,
Exists the remnant of a line
Such as the Doric mothers bore ;
Ard there, perhaps, some seed is sown,
The lleracleidau blood might own!
Trust not for freedom to the Franks—
They have a King who buys and sells;
In native swords and native ranks,
The only hope of courage dwells ;
But Turkish force, and Latin fraud,
Would break your shield however broad !
Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !
Our virgins dance beneath the shade-
-1 see their glorious black eyes shitie ;
But gazing on each glowing maid,
y own the burning tear-drop laves,
To think such breasts must suckle slaves !
Place me on St-Aunt', marbled steep—
Where nothing, save the wave:and I,
May bear our mutual murmurs sweep :
There, swan-like, let me sing and die
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine—.
Dash down you cup of Saurian wine !

A journeyman paviour, who has worked for many
years in the Dock-yard at Plymouth, for Mr. Spun-
LINO, the ;ulster paviour, a tew days ago came into
the possession of a fine freehold estate of eight hun-
dred and fifty pounds per annum. The fortunate
man's name is OXFORD.
Sir M. M. and Lady SYKES arrived at their seat of
Sledmere, near York, on Thursday last. It was the
intention of the worthy Baronet's constituents to have
met him at one of the city gates, but he went by a
different route to Sledmere.
The two figures of Raving and Melancholy Mad.
ness, sculptured by the celebrated Mr. Clisara, in
the- reign of King CHARLES 11. and for which the
French King, Louis XII. offered 12,000 louis d'ors,
have been removed from Newman-street, Oxford-
road, to the Lunatic Asylum, in Si. George's-fields.
They have undergone a complete repair by the hand
of the ingenious Mr. Bacox, and are conspicuously
placed in the great Hall of that superb building ;
appropriate adornments are placed round them, and
elegant curtains to defend them from the weather
and from accident, and these screens are only to be,
withdrawn on, the day set apart for the meeting of
the Governors, er on other public occasions.
DISCOVERIES IN Ecrer.—Extract of a letter from
Rome, dated August, 1321:—" A young English-
man, of the same of WADDINGTON, who has lately
arrived in this city, has penetrited upwards of 600
leagues above the second cataract, in following the
at-my of the Pacha of Egypt. In the whole of the
way, he fell in with only a few small Egyptian ma
Dements, in isolated situations, and of no very remote
date ; but on his arrival at Schayni, where the Pacha
encamped, he discovered 35 pyramids, of from 50
to 120 feet in height, but in a very ruinous state. He
also saw seven or eight temples, of which one (up-
wards of 300 feet in length) was covered with hiero-
glyphics. It is probably in the neighbourhood of,
• these ruins thil search should be made fotNabatha,
and" not the fddroe, of the ancients. This traveller
'has copied some very curious Greek inscriptions.—
He assures us that he has seen nothhig in his travels
comparable to the monuments of Nubia, and that
he considers that Pcoriuce as the cradle of the Arts
iu Egypt.,