...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 — Thus sung, or would, or could,...

...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...

...Turkish force, and Latin fraud, M'mild 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...

[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ]

...Turkish force , and Latin fraud, Would break your shield , however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samiam wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade I see their glorious black eyes shine ; But gazing on'each glowing maid, My own the burning tear - drop laves, To think such breats must suckle slave....

[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ]

...however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine, Our virgins dance beneath the shade — > I «ee their glorious black eyes shine ; But gazing on each...tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slave«. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, •Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual...

...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...

...from these Hues that Lord Byron took the hint for the last stanza of his ode to the Greek isles :— " Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May bear our mutual murmurs weep,— There, swan-like, let me siug and die." " " Shamest thou not, knowing...

...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...