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The Isles of Greece

George Gordon Byron

The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!

Where burning sappho loved and sung,

Where grew the arts of war and peace,

Where Delos rose and Pheobus sprung!

Eternal summer gilds them yet,

The Stian and Teian 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

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The mountains look on Marathon--

And Marathon looks on the sea;

And musing there an hour alone,

I dream 'd that Greece might yet be free

For, standing on the Persians' grave,

I could not deem myself a slave.

Translation:

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Mourning for Greece

Byron

Greek Islands, beautiful Greek Islands!

Here the fiery Savoir sang love songs;

Here the arts of war and peace flourished,

Tilos rose and Apollo leapt out The sea!

The eternal summer still gilds the island,

But except for the sun, everything has sunk.

Caio's muse, Theo's muse,

The hero's harp, the lover's lute,

Won fame on your shores,

Now it is muted in this place of origin;

Oh, that song has spread far to the west,

far beyond the "island paradise" of your ancestors ".

The undulating mountains looked at Marathon——

Marathon looked at the vast sea waves;

I meditated there alone for a quarter of an hour,

For, as I stand on the tomb of Persia,

I cannot imagine myself as a slave.

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