The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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But say—what shall the measure be?
“Shall we the old Romaika tread,
(Some eager ask'd) “as anciently
“'Twas by the maids of Delos led,
“When, slow at first, then circling fast.
“As the gay spirits rose—at last,
“With hand in hand, like links, enlock'd,
“Through the light air they seem'd to flit
“In labyrinthine maze, that mock'd
“The dazzled eye that follow'd it?”
Some call'd aloud “the Fountain Dance!”—
While one young, dark-ey'd Amazon,
Whose step was air-like, and whose glance
Flash'd, like a sabre in the sun,
Sportively said, “Shame on these soft
“And languid strains we hear so oft.
“Daughters of Freedom! have not we
“Learn'd from our lovers and our sires
“The Dance of Greece, while Greece was free—
“That Dance, where neither flutes nor lyres,
“But sword and shield clash on the ear
“A music tyrants quake to hear?
“Heroines of Zea, arm with me,
“And dance the dance of Victory!”
“Shall we the old Romaika tread,
(Some eager ask'd) “as anciently
“'Twas by the maids of Delos led,
“When, slow at first, then circling fast.
“As the gay spirits rose—at last,
“With hand in hand, like links, enlock'd,
“Through the light air they seem'd to flit
“In labyrinthine maze, that mock'd
“The dazzled eye that follow'd it?”
Some call'd aloud “the Fountain Dance!”—
While one young, dark-ey'd Amazon,
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Flash'd, like a sabre in the sun,
Sportively said, “Shame on these soft
“And languid strains we hear so oft.
“Daughters of Freedom! have not we
“Learn'd from our lovers and our sires
“The Dance of Greece, while Greece was free—
“That Dance, where neither flutes nor lyres,
“But sword and shield clash on the ear
“A music tyrants quake to hear?
“Heroines of Zea, arm with me,
“And dance the dance of Victory!”
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