1540 The Zoologist — FiiiiuuAiiY, 1869. 



That liics iiol, wins not, weeps nol, now. 



And but for that cbill, chani,'eless brow, 

 When cold obstruction's apatby 

 Appals the gazing mourner's heart, 

 As if to him it could impart 

 The doom be dreads, yet dwells upou; 

 Yes, but for these and these alone, 

 Some moments, aye, one treacherous hour, 

 He still might doubt the tyrant's power; 

 So fair, so culm, so softly sealed, 

 The first, List look by death revealed ! 

 Such is the aspect of this shore; 

 'Tis Greece, but liviii;^ Greece no more! 

 So coldly sweel, so deadly fair, 

 We start, for soul is wanting there. 

 Hers is the loveliness in death. 

 That parts not quite with parting breath ; 

 But beauty with that fearful bloom. 

 That hue which haunts it to the tomb, 

 Expression's last receding ray, 

 A gilded halo hovering round decay, 

 The farewell beam of I'ecling |)ast away ! 

 Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth. 

 Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth ! 



Clime of the unforgotten brave! 

 Whose land from plain to mountain cave 

 Was Freedom's houie or glory's grave! 

 Shrine of the mighty ! can it be. 

 That this is all remains of thee? 



Not all the writings of all the philosophers on earth can impair the 

 lustrous truth of this wonderful passage: and again the same poet, 

 addressing Greece, exclaims — 



The hearts within thy valleys bred. 

 The fiery souls that might have led 



Thy sons to deeds sublime. 

 Now crawl from cradle to the grave, 

 Slaves — nay, the bondsmen of a slave, 



And callous, save to crime; 

 Stained with each evil that pollutes 

 Maukind, when least above the brutes. 



And in another place he pertinently inquires — 



Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they.'* 

 * * * their shores obey 



The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay 

 Has dkied up realms to deserts. 



