Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF THE GREEKS, by THOMAS CAMPBELL Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Again to the battle, achaians! Last Line: Shall have crimsoned the beaks of our ravens! Subject(s): Greek War Of Independence (1821-1832); War | ||||||||
AGAIN to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance; Our land, -- the first garden of Liberty's-tree, -- Has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free; For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the footprints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our fore- fathers' graves. Their spirits are hovering o'er us, And the sword shall to glory restore us. Ah! what though no succor advances, Nor Christendom's chivalrous lances Are stretched in our aid? -- Be the combat our own! And we'll perish or conquer more proudly alone; For we're sworn by our country's assaulters, By the virgins they've dragged from our altars, By our massacred patriots, our children in chains, By our heroes of old, and their blood in our veins, That, living, we will be victorious, Or that, dying, our deaths shall be glorious. A breath of submission we breathe not: The sword that we've drawn we will sheathe not: Its scabbard is left where our martyrs are laid, And the vengeance of ages has whetted its blade. Earth may hide, waves engulf, fire consume us; But they shall not to slavery doom us: If they rule, it shall be o'er our ashes and graves: -- But we've smote them already with fire on the waves, And new triumphs on land are before us; -- To the charge! -- Heaven's banner is o'er us. This day -- shall ye blush for its story; Or brighten your lives with its glory? -- Our women -- oh, say, shall they shriek in despair, Or embrace us from conquest, with wreaths in their hair? Accursed may his memory blacken, If a coward there be that would slacken Till we're trampled the turban, and shown our- selves worth Being sprung from and named for, the godlike of earth. Strike home! -- and the world shall revere us As heroes descended from heroes. Old Greece lightens up with emotion! Her inlands, her isles of the ocean, Fanes rebuilt, and fair towns, shall with jubilee ring, And the Nine shall new hallow their Helicon's spring. Our hearts shall be kindled in gladness, That were cold, and extinguished in sadness; Whilst our maidens shall dance with their white waving arms, Singing joy to the brave that delivered their charms, -- When the blood of yon Mussulman cravens Shall have crimsoned the beaks of our ravens! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL |
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