There had the | Persian's | thousands | stood, There had the | glad earth drunk their | blood | old Pla- | tæa's | day: | On And now, there | breathed that | haunted | air | The sons of sires who conquered there, | With arm to strike and soul to | dare, | As quick, as far as they. 739. An hour pass'd | onthe | Turk a- | woke : That 1971 dream was his last; 71 He woke to hear his sentry's shriek, ។ "To arms! they come! the Greek, the | Greek." ។ | He woke to die midst | flame and | smoke, And 1 death-shots | falling | thick and | fast | from the mountain | cloud; 1771 As | lightnings Strike for the green | graves of your sires, God - and your native | land!" They fought, like brave men, long and ❘ well 740. with | Moslem | slain, | They piled that ground They conquered —| | but Boz- | zaris | fell, Bleeding at every vein. 1111171771 His few sur- | viving | comrades || saw Come to the bridal chamber, | Death! | Come to the mother, when she feels, 1 For the first time, her first-born's | breath; | Come when the blessed | seals | Which close the pestilence are broke, 11791 And crowded cities | wail its stroke; -71771 Come in consumption's ghastly | form, The earthquake | shock, Come when the the ocean | storm; With banquet | song, and | And The groan, the | knell, dance, and | wine, ¶¦ the tear, the | pall, 1| 1 or | dream, or | fear | thine. | 991 991 prophet's | word, 1771 The thanks of Boz- zaris! Greece nurtured And in its hollow | tones are | heard | Rest thee millions | yet to be. with the storied | brave | in her glory's time, 1771 there is no | prouder | grave, | Even in her own proud clime. 11 171 We tell thy | doom with- | out a | sigh; | For thou art | Freedom's | now, and | Fame's; 171 One of the few, the im- | mortal | names, That were not | born to die. 1991 991. 743. ANTONY'S ORATION OVER CESAR'S BODY. Friends, Romans, Countrymen! | M Lend me your ears; I come to bury | Cæsar, not to | praise | him. I The evil, that 1971 men | do, | lives | after them; The good is bones: oft in- | terred with their | So let it be with Cæsar! The noble | Brutus, Hath told you, Cæsar was am- bitious. I If it were so, it was a grievous | fault; | 771 And grievously hath | Cæsar | answered it. Here, | under | leave of | Brutus and the rest, | (For Brutus is an honorable | man, | 11 | So are they all, all honorable | men :) | 77 | in Cæsar's | funeral. 17971 744. He was my friend,* || faithful | and | just to | me: But Brutus | says | he was am- | bitious; | And Brutus is an | honorable | man. || 771 Did this When that the Ambition many | captives | home to | Rome, | did the general | coffers | fill in | Cæsar | seem am- | bitious? | MIMI poor have cried, || Cæsar hath | wept; 171 should be made of sterner | stuff. | 771771 * See Number 528, page 77. Yet Brutus | says And Brutus 711 he is an was am- | bitious; | Yet You all did | see, I thrice pre- | sented him this ambition? | Brutus | says | he was am- | bitious; | And sure, he is an | honorable | man. that, 745. I speak not to dis- | prove what | Brutus | spoke; But here I am to speak | what I do | know. 771 You all did | love him | once; not without | cause: What cause with- | holds you, then, to | mourn | for him?IMI O | judgment, || Thou art | fled to | brutish | beasts, And men have lost their reason! IMI Bear with me: | My heart is in the coffin | there with | Cæsar; And I must | pause till it | come back to me. But yesterday, 746. the word of Cæsar | might | Have stood against the world! || now he there, lies 11 And | none | so | poor to do him | rever O masters! | | If I were disposed to | stir | Your hearts and minds to mutiny and | rage, | I should do Brutus | wrong, and Cassius | M│ wrong; Who, you all | know, are honorable | men. | | I will not do | them | wrong; 11|I| rather | choose | To wrong the and you, dead, to | wrong my- | self | Than I will | wrong | such | honorable | men. | 1| Let but the commons | hear this testament, | (Which, pardon me, And they would wounds, And dip their | napkins in his | sacred | blood; | You all do | know | this | mantle: || I remem ber The first time | ever | Cæsar | put it | on; 11 'Twas on a summer's | evening, in his | tent; That day he overcame the | Nervii: | 1 Look! in this place | ran | Cassius' | dagger through!IMI See what a rent the envious | Casca | made! | 771 |