From “Childe Harold” Canto II.
  FAIR Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
  Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
  Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth,
  And long-accustomed bondage uncreate?
  Not such thy sons who whilom did await,
  The hopeless warriors of a willing doom,
  In bleak Thermopylæ’s sepulchral...