 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 lehte
...Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see...and I, , May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 lehte
...Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine, Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see...and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — P;>sli down yon cup of Samian... | |
 | Johannes Matthias Firmenich Richartz - 1840 - 184 lehte
...í'ra noti¡fut j-»a тон &¿vatov TOV AóqS Bá'ícwi'. Our virgins dance beneath the «hade. — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing...tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. (7) 'Aya)Jiáa»t> %,«oí, xaí ird-i\ria wç Kt<f. Яе'. (8) Elvtti. ¿).ri&ivài>, от» oí Tovqxoi... | |
 | Henry Alford - 1841 - 272 lehte
...tyrant—but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen. "' Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see...think such breasts must suckle slaves. "' Place me on Summit's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 lehte
...the hurning tear-drop laves, To think such hreasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Suninm's marhled steep — Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er he mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian... | |
 | 1842 - 504 lehte
...Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see...waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 lehte
...perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own. * * * " * * Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see...and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 lehte
...Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see...and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 lehte
...Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see...and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Sainian... | |
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Place me on Sunium's marbled steep — Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian wine ! LXXXVH. 
