VERSION OF A FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES THE night winds howled-the billows dashed Against the tossing chest ; And Danäe to her broken heart Her slumbering infant pressed. My little child-in tears she said- But thou canst sleep-thou dost not know Thy mother's lot, and thine. The moon is up, the moonbeams smile They tremble on the main; To me they smile in vain. Thy folded mantle wraps thee warm, As o'er thy sweet unconscious face I think, didst thou but know thy fate, 96 VERSION OF A FRAGMENT. Yet, dear one, sleep, and sleep, ye winds That vex the restless brine When shall these eyes, my babe, be sealed THE GREEK PARTISAN. OUR free flag is dancing In the free mountain air, Whose gallant bosoms shield it; The blood that warms their hearts shall stain And brief each solemn greeting; They go to the slaughter, To strike the sudden blow, The best blood of the foe; Or fire their camp at dead of night, And fly before they rally. 98 THE GREEK PARTISAN. -Chains are round our country pressed, Not till from her fetters We raise up Greece again, Oh, not till then the smile shall steal Like autumn sheaves are lying. ROMERO. WHEN freedom, from the land of Spain, By Spain's degenerate sons was driven, Who gave their willing limbs again To wear the chain so lately riven; Romero broke the sword he wore- Go, faithful brand, the warrior said, Go, undishonoured, never more The blood of man shall make thee red; I wear it not who have been free; Above the beauty at their feet. There once, when on his cabin lay The crimson light of setting day, |