Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1821-10-19

continuation this singular Poem has appcare, and
apparently bears the sampof Lord yrons muse. There
I, is indeed he regretted that so mut
fnus has ecn wasted Why could it not have been de-
voted To composition that morality would approve s-he
sesent cantos pretty much like the pas
Sases dsraced by some The warp Of the cloth
cunugh; hut the is sometimes very fine. IL
wonderful that Poet should write such
particularly like Lord Byron who affects To praise Pope
Tor ms purely ethical strains In the general hold,
work OF literature should have been written which
does not adult of two ingenious youths o sexes reading
together Now maid read Juan with her low
or or ought To- read IL alone.-The following passage
owe'er is very pleasant pure; aud par, OF il very
nut hymn which the Poet Of Hadee AMI Juan may
% supposed TO SIM, in Greece:
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece,
:, Where burning Sappho Lowell and sung,
sFllerc grew the arts ut war and peace
Eternal summer s,tis them vet,
Kat all, except their sun, Is
Fhe Scin and the Tcan muse
rue hcroS harp. the lovers lui",
hitVt found the fame your shores REESE
Their place of birth alone is mute
= sounds which echo further west
Jan your srcs, " Islands of the Be,t.a
The mountains look Marathon
And Marathon looks the sea
and inusing there hour alone.
ldreamd that Greece might still IL, fres,
For standing on the Persian's grave
could not deem myself slave
A hing sat the rocky broy
winch looks Ger sea-bOrn Sa1ms:
AMI SHIPS, by thousands, law below.
And men in nations all were. his
lie counted them at break of dav-
Ana when The sun set where they
A, where are they! anl where ar, thou
Toe heroic lay i tuuc!eSS nnw-
The heroic bosom beats no more
Ana must thy Tyre so long divine.
Degenerate into hands like mine
rs something, in the dcart ct lam,
Though hnkd among icttcr'd race
20 Ieei nj Ie5,>t psIrio,'s slamr.
Fpr wlm, is let The poet here
ffr Greeks biuSh--for Greece a tear
Must U hut weep DER ,avS more blcs,
- iiist sre hat blush Our Gitlters llci.
E"rth 4cnder back from out thy breast
remnant oil our Spartan dead
~ the three hundred grant hut three.
Io,nake n new fhcrruopylic
What silent sill! and silent all
an noi-The voices OF the dead
sound lie distant torrents fall,
\ And answer, " Let one living head
Iu QUE ariSet--we cnne, ~
us but the living who dumb.
In vaIn-in vain strike other chords;
Thigh the cup with Sainian vine!
Leave battles Ia the Turkish horlrs
>, Anu shed the blood OF Scios Wine
Itark ris!ay Ia the ignollc call
How answers each bold bacchnnaI,
a. You have the Py1rhc Gancc as vc,
w here Is the Pyrrilic phaIauN rome
vi Two such lessons why forget
The nober aud the n,anlier unc?
f0I have the letters Cldmus ray.--
THINK ye he meant them for IA slave?
Iill high the bowl with Sa,nian WING
we will not think of themes like ih.sei
IL made Anacreons song divine
lie scryet--hut served Polyrrates-
\ iyTait but our masters then
Were stu, al least, cOuntrymen.
! n tyrant of the Chersone,e
was freedoms best AMI brayest friend
'haf tyrant was Nliltiades
Oh! that the present hour would lend
Another deSpo of the kind
Such chains as his sure 10 hind
Fill high the bowl with Samiau wine!
On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore,
Exists the remnant Of II line
Such a. the Doric mother bore
And there, perhaps, some seed is so.n
The iieraceidan blood might own.
rust not for freedom to the Franks
They have a King who huys and sells
In native swords, and native ranks,
nc Only hope of courage d,vcll
But Turkish force and Latin fraud
Would break your shield however broat
Ri! high tho bowl with Samian winel
Our virgins dance beneath the shade
sec their glorious black eyes shine;
but gazing on each glorious maid
w own the burning tear-drop laves
To think such breasts should sucklc slayes
Place me Sunum's narbed steep
Where nothing, the wave and l.
MAY hear our mutual mirn,irs sweep;
There. swan-ke, let me sing and die.
A land OF slaves shalt meier be mine
Dash down yOn cup OF Samian wine