EPITAPH ON THOSE WHO FELL AT THE BATTLE OF CHAERONEA Οἵδε πάτρας ἕνεκα σφετέρας εἰς δῆριν ἔθεντο γαῖα δὲ πατρὶς ἔχει κόλποις τῶν πλειστα καμόντων DEMOSTHENES, De Corona, 822 ANGLICE REDDITUM TH HESE are the heroes, for their country's weal Who dared the strife and made the proud foe reel. 'Twixt praise and shame-for such high stakes Careless of living, Death they bade decide. To men no respite gives he from their hour. THE SLEEP OF THE BRAVE How W sleep the brave who sink to rest When Spring with dewy fingers cold Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. W. COLLINS LATINE REDDITUM DIC quam soporem rite petunt viri Quos morte victos dignus amor beat Nempe ubi ver rediens sacratam Terram benignis roribus illinet, Qui nitet Hesperidum recessu. HEBREW MELODIES THY days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen son, The slaughters of his sword, The freedom he restored! Though thou art fall'n, while we are free, The generous blood that flowed from thee Within our veins its currents be, Thy name our charging hosts along Shall be the battle-word, |