SONG OF HYBRIAS THE CRETAN My wealth's a burly spear and brand, With these I make the sweet vintage flow. But your wights that take no pride to wield Oh, I bring those heartless, hapless drones, FRAGMENT. FROM THE GREEK OF ALCMAN. THE mountain summits sleep: glens, cliffs, and caves, Are silent-all the black earth's reptile broodThe bees-the wild beasts of the mountain wood: In depths beneath the dark red ocean's waves Its monsters rest, whilst wrapt in bower and spray Each bird is hush'd that stretched its pinions to the day. MARTIAL ELEGY. FROM THE GREEK OF TYRTEUS. How glorious fall the valiant, sword in hand, His little ones shall weeping with him go, Stain of his breed! dishonouring manhood's form, All ills shall cleave to him :-Affliction's storm He shall not blush to leave a recreant's name, But we will combat for our father's land, And we will drain the life-blood where we stand To save our children :-fight ye side by side, And serried close, ye men of youthful pride, Disdaining fear, and deeming light the cost Of life itself in glorious battle lost. Leave not our sires to stem th' unequal fight, Whose limbs are nerved no more with buoyant might; Nor lagging backward, let the younger breast But youth's fair form, though fallen, is ever fai And beautiful in death the boy appears, The hero boy, that dies in blooming years: In man's regret he lives, and woman's tears, More sacred than in life, and lovelier far, For having perished in the front of war. |