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30. “Siste Viator-heroa calcas !" was the epitaph on the famous Count Merci ;-what then must be our feelings when standing on the tumulus of the two hundred (Greeks) who fell on Marathon?
CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
Awaking with a start,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, [eye. When Albion'slessening shores could grieve or glad mine
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail (prevail. Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath
O'er which all heavily the journeying years--
Forgetfulness around me it shall seem
With airy images, and shapes which dwell
Mix' with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,'.
In strength to bear what time cannot abate,
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
Fit speculation! such as in strange land
Ou with the giddy circle, chasiug 'Time,