WEEP not for Scio's children slain; Their blood, by Turkish falchions shed, Sends not its cry to Heaven in vain For vengeance on the murderer's head. Though high the warm red torrent ran Between the flames that lit the sky, Yet, for each drop, an armed man Shall rise, to free the land, or die. And for each corpse, that in the sea Was thrown, to feast the scaly herds, A hundred of the foe shall be A banquet for the mountain birds. Stern rites and sad, shall Greece ordain To keep that day, along her shore, Till the last link of slavery's chain Is shivered, to be worn no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING AN ODE TO THE RAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR AFTERMATH by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FAKENHAM GHOST by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD INTIMATIONS OF MORTALITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |