But those scarffs of blood-red shall be redder, before
The sabre is sheath'd and the battle is o'er.

5.

Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves,
And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves,
Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar,
And track to his covert the captive on shore.

6.

I ask not the pleasures that riches supply,
My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy;
Shall win the young bride with her long flowing hair,
And many a maid from her mother shall tear.

7.

I love the fair face of the maid in her youth,

Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall sooth;
Let her bring from her chamber her many-ton'd lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.

8.

Remember the moment when Previsa fell,
The shrieks of the conquer'd, the conquerors' yell;
The roofs that we fir'd, and the plunder we shar'd,
The wealthy we slaughter'd, the lovely we spar'd.

9.

I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;

He neither must know who would serve the Vizier :
Since the days of our prophet the Crescent ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pashaw.

10.

Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,

Let the yellow-hair'd Giaours view his horse-tail with dread;
When his Delhis come dashing in blood o'er the banks,
How shall few escape from the Muscovite ranks!

11.

Selictar! unsheath then our chief's scimitar :
Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of war.
Ye mountains that see us descend to the shore!
Shall view us as visitors, or view us no more!

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth,
And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ?

Not

Not such thy sons who whilome did await.
The hopeless warriors of a willing doom,
In bleak Thermopyla's sepulchral strait-
Oh who that gallant spirit shall resume,

Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb ?

Spirit of freedom! when on Phyle's brow
Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train,
Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which now
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain,

But every carle can lord it o'er thy land;
Nor rise thy sons, but idly rail in vain,

Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand
From birth till death enslav'd; in word, in deed unmann'd.

In all save form alone, how chang'd! and who
That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye,
Who but would deem their bosoms burn'd anew
With thy unquenched beam, lost Liberty!
And many dream withal the hour is nigh
That gives them back their fathers' heritage:
For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh,
Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage,

Or tear their name defil'd from Slavery's mournful page.

Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not

Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
By their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
Will Gal or Muscovite redress ye? no!'
True, they may lay your proud despoilers low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
Shades of the Helots! triumph o'er your foe!

Greece! change thy lords, thy state is still the same;
Thy glorious day is o'er, but not thine years of shame.

When riseth Lacedemon's hardihood,

When Thebes Epaminondas rears again,
When Athens' children are with arts endued,
When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men,
Then mayst thou be restor'd; but not till then.
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
An hour may lay it in the dust and when
Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate,
Recal its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate ?

:

And yet how lovely in thine age of woe,
Land of lost gods and godlike men! art thou !
Thy vales of ever-green, thy hills of snow
Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now.

Thy

Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow,
Commingling slowly with heroic earth,
Broke by the share of every rustic plough:
So perish monuments of mortal birth,
So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth:

Save where some solitary column mourns
Above its prostrate brethren of the cave;
Save where Tritonia's airy shrine adorns
Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave;
Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave,
Where the grey stones and unmolested grass,
Ages, but not oblivion, freely brave,
While strangers only not regardless pass,

Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh, "Alas!

Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild;
Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields,
Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd,
And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields;
There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,
The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air ;
Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds,
Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare;
Art, Glory, Freedom fails, but Nature still is fair.

Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground,
No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould!
But one vast realm of wonder spreads around,
And all the Muse's tales seem truly told,
Till the sense aches with gazing to behold
The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon :
Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold
Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone:
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

Long to the remnants of thy splendour past
Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng;
Long shall the voyager, with th' Ionian blast,
Hail the bright clime of battle and of song;
Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue
Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore;
Boast of the aged lesson of the young!
Which sages venerate and bards adore,

As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore.

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Greece is no lightsome land of social mirth;
But he whom Sadness sootheth may abide,
And scarce regret the region of his birth,
When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side,
Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died.

Let such approach this consecrated land,
And pass in peace along the magic waste:
But spare its relics-let no busy hand
Deface the scenes, already how defac'd!

Nor for such purpose were these altars plac'd:
Revere the remnants nations once rever'd;

So may our country's name be undisgrac'd,

So may'st thou prosper where thy youth was rear'd, By every honest joy of love and life endear'd!

DOMESTIC

DOMESTIC LITERATURE. ·

CHAPTER I.

BIBLICAL AND THEOLOGICAL.

Comprising Biblical Criticism; Theological Criticism; Sacred Morals; Sermons and Discourses; Single Sermons; Controversial Divinity.

TH

HE year before us has been richer than the preceding in the important department of biblical literature, as well in the number as the value of the works which such department contains.

vision of the New Testament, which is given in the following order, constituting, in the writer's opinion, the order of time in which the different books were promulgated; Gospels of St. Matthew, St. Mark, and St. Luke, Acts of the Apostles: Ep. to the Galatians-I. and II.Thessalonians-I. Corinthians-TitusRomans - II. Corinthians - I. Ti

Hebrews-James-Jude-L and

II. Peter-I. II. III. John-his Apocalypse-his Gospel. The whole closing with a brief Diatessaron of Christ's Revelation; and a few amendments and annotations.

We shall commence our lucubra tions with "A modern, correct, and close translation of the New Testament; with occasional observations, and arranged in order of time.. mothy-Ephesians-II. TimothyWith a special explanation of the Philippians-Colossians-Philemon Apocalypse. By the author of the "Christian Code" and "Primitive History." 4to. As we have no opportunity of allowing the author of this work, unquestionably composed with much serious and critical attention to his subject, to speak of it in any anterior department of our annual volume, we shall permit him to explain himself somewhat at large in the present place. We have first a preface, containing a general sur vey of the writer's sentiments and intentions, with the whole of which that is of a doctrinal or historical nature, we perfectly coincide; though in various points that relate to the faculties of taste and judgment, and more particularly in his objections to the style and phraseology of our established lection, we cannot accompany the author quite so cordially. We then proceed to the proposed di

The venerable and learned writer, in his preface, discourses admirably and with much edification concerning the real meaning of the logos, and the doctrine of the hypostatic union; gives a very excellent table of the line of succession from David to our Saviour, both according to St. Matthew and St. Luke; and very satisfactorily reconciles every discrepancy in regard to themselves, and to the Jewish narrative. He proceeds to support the authenticity of the sacred books from their numerous quotations by the fathers of the first two centuries; and seems to entertain a wish that some

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