Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, O, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
  [Greek]. 1

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those...

Poet: Lord Byron

Lad of Athens faithful be to thyself and mystery—

All the rest is perjury—

Poet:

        Greece! hear that joyful sound,

        A stranger's voice upon thy sacred hill;

        Whose tones shall bid the slumbering nations round,

                     Wake with convulsive thrill.

        Athenians! gather...

Poet: