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| | “On this day I completed my thirty-sixth year.“ |
| —MISSOLONGHI, JANUARY 23, 1824. |
’T IS time this heart should be unmoved, | |
| Since others it has ceased to move: | |
| Yet, though I cannot be beloved, | |
| Still let me love! | |
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| My days are in the yellow leaf, | 5 |
| The flowers and fruits of love are gone: | |
| The worm, the canker, and the grief, | |
| Are mine alone. | |
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| The fire that in my bosom preys | |
| Is like to some volcanic isle; | 10 |
| No torch is kindled at its blaze,— | |
| A funeral pile. | |
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| The hope, the fear, the jealous care, | |
| The exalted portion of the pain | |
| And power of love, I cannot share, | 15 |
| But wear the chain. | |
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| But ’t is not thus,—and ’t is not here, | |
| Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, | |
| Where glory decks the hero’s bier, | |
| Or binds his brow. | 20 |
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| The sword, the banner, and the field, | |
| Glory and Greece about us see; | |
| The Spartan borne upon his shield | |
| Was not more free. | |
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| Awake!—not Greece,—she is awake! | 25 |
| Awake my spirit! think through whom | |
| Thy life-blood tastes its parent lake, | |
| And then strike home! | |
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| Tread those reviving passions down, | |
| Unworthy manhood! unto thee | 30 |
| Indifferent should the smile or frown | |
| Of beauty be. | |
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| If thou regrett’st thy youth,—why live? | |
| The land of honorable death | |
| Is here:—up to the field, and give | 35 |
| Away thy breath! | |
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| Seek out—less often sought than found— | |
| A soldier’s grave, for thee the best; | |
| Then look around, and choose thy ground, | |
| And take thy rest! | 40 |
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