...each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. " Place me on Sunium's marbled steep — Where nothing,...swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian wine !" There is a little confusion in the narrative...

...on each glowing maid* My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing,...swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Thus sung, or would, or could, or should have sung, The modern Greek, in tolerable...

...each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. " Place me on Sunium's marbled steep — Where nothing,...swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian wine !" There is a little confusion in the narrative...

...My own the burning tear - drop laves, To think such breats must suckle slave. . Place me on Suniums marbled steep, Where nothing , save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There , swan - like , let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — • LXXXVII. i' Thus...

...on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep — Where nothing,...swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian wine 1 LXXXVH. Thus Bung, or would, or could, or should...

...from these Hues that Lord Byron took the hint for the last stanza of his ode to the Greek isles :— " Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May bear our mutual murmurs weep,— There, swan-like, let me siug and die." " " Shamest thou not, knowing...

...on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep— Where nothing,...swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine ! THE SULTANA OTJLBEYAZ. When he was gone, there...

...the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marble steep,— Where nothing, save the waves and I, May...swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down the cup of Samian wine. With such feelings though no solditr it will not...

...breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marble steep, — Where nothing, save the waves and 1, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : : ; A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down the cup of Samian wine. He devoted himself to the redemption of that lovely...

...on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep — Where nothing, save the waves and 1 May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall...