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Unrivall'd Greece thou ever honor'd name	A
Thou nurse of heroes dear to deathless fame	A
Though now to worth to honor all unknown	B
Thy lustre faded and thy glories flown	B
Yet still shall Memory with reverted eye	C
Trace thy past worth and view thee with a sigh	C
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Thee Freedom cherish'd once with fostering hand	D
And breath'd undaunted valour through the land	D
Here the stern spirit of the Spartan soil	E
The child of poverty inur'd to toil	E
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Here lov'd by Pallas and the sacred Nine	F
Once did fair Athens' tow'ring glories shine	F
To bend the bow or the bright faulchion wield	G
To lift the bulwark of the brazen shield	G
To toss the terror of the whizzing spear	H
The conqu'ring standard's glitt'ring glories rear	H
And join the mad'ning battle's loud career	H
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How skill'd the Greeks confess what Persians slain	I
Were strew'd on Marathon's ensanguin'd plain	I
When heaps on heaps the routed squadron fell	J
And with their gaudy myriads peopled hell	J
What millions bold Leonidas withstood	K
And seal'd the Grecian freedom with his blood	L
Witness Thermopyl how fierce he trod	M
How spoke a hero and how mov'd a God	M
The rush of nations could alone sustain	I
While half the ravag'd globe was arm'd in vain	I
Let Leuctra say let Mantinea tell	J
How great Epaminondas fought and fell	J
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Nor war's vast art alone adorn'd thy fame	A
But mild philosophy endear'd thy name	A
Who knows not sees not with admiring eye	C
How Plato thought how Socrates could die	C
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To bend the arch to bid the column rise	N
And the tall pile aspiring pierce the skies	N
The awful scene magnificently great	O
With pictur'd pomp to grace and sculptur'd state	O
This science taught on Greece each science shone	B
Here the bold statue started from the stone	B
Here warm with life the swelling canvass glow'd	P
Here big with life the poet's raptures flow'd	P
Here Homer's lip was touch'd with sacred fire	Q
And wanton Sappho tun'd her am'rous lyre	R
Here bold Tyrt us rous'd th' enervate throng	S
Awak'd to glory by th' inspiring song	S
Here Pindar soar'd a nobler loftier way	T
And brave Alc us scorn'd a tyrant's sway	T
Here gorgeous Tragedy with great controul	J
Touch'd every feeling of th' impassion'd soul	J
While in soft measure tripping to the song	S
Her comic sister lightly danc'd along	S
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This was thy state But oh how chang'd thy fame	A
And all thy glories fading into shame	A
What that thy bold thy freedom breathing land	D
Should crouch beneath a tyrant's stern command	D
That servitude should bind in galling chain	I
Whom Asia's millions once oppos'd in vain	I
Who could have thought Who sees without a groan	B
Thy cities mould'ring and thy walls o'erthrown	B
That where once tower'd the stately solemn fane	B
Now moss grown ruins strew the ravag'd plain	B
And unobserv'd but by the traveller's eye	C
Proud vaulted domes in fretted fragments lie	C
And thy fall'n column on the dusty ground	U
Pale ivy throws its sluggish arms around	U
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Thy sons sad change in abject bondage sigh	C
Unpitied toil and unlamented die	C
Groan at the labours of the galling oar	V
Or the dark caverns of the mine explore	V
The glitt'ring tyranny of Othman's sons	W
The pomp of horror which surrounds their thrones	W
Has aw'd their servile spirits into fear	H
Spurn'd by the foot they tremble and revere	H
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The day of labour night's sad sleepless hour	Q
Th' inflictive scourge of arbitrary pow'r	X
The bloody terror of the pointed steel	J
The murd'rous stake the agonizing wheel	J
And dreadful choice the bow string or the bowl	J
Damps their faint vigour and unmans the soul	J
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Disastrous fate still tears will fill the eye	C
Still recollection prompt the mournful sigh	C
When to thy mind recurs thy former fame	A
And all the horrors of thy present shame	A
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So some tall rock whose bare broad bosom high	C
Tow'rs from th' earth and braves th' inclement sky	C
On whose vast top the blackening deluge pours	W
At whose wide base the thund'ring ocean roars	W
In conscious pride its huge gigantic form	Y
Surveys imperious and defies the storm	Y
Till worn by age and mould'ring to decay	T
Th' insidious waters wash its base away	T
It falls and falling cleaves the trembling ground	U
And spreads a tempest of destruction round	U

George Canning

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