Not yet-not yet-Sol pauses on the hill- And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes: But lo! from high Hymettus to the plain, Hides her fair face, nor girds her glowing form, (1) The twilight in Greece is much shorter than in our country; the days in winter are longer, but in summer of less duration. (2) The Kiosk is a Turkish summer-house; the Palm is without the present walls of Athens, not far from the temple of Theseus, between which and the tree the wall intervenes. Cephisus' stream is indeed scanty, and Ilissus has no stream at all. Again the Ægean, heard no more afar, As thus within the walls of Pallas' fane Her helm was deep indented, and her lance « Mortal! ('twas thus she spake) that blush of shame « Proclaims thee Briton-once a noble name« First of the mighty, foremost of the free, « Now honour'd less by all-and least by me: « Chief of thy foes shall Pallas still be found ;«Seek'st thou the cause? O mortal,-look around! «Lo! here, despite of war and wasting fire, "I saw successive tyrannies expire; ་་ R 'Scap'd from the ravage of the Turk and Goth, Thy country sends a spoiler worse than both! Survey this vacant violated fane; « Recount the relics torn that yet remain; « These Cecrops placed-this Pericles adorned (1)— « That Hadrian rear'd when drooping Science mourn'd: « What more I owe let gratitude attest, Know, Alaric and Elgin did the rest. « That all may learn from whence the plund'rer came, «Th' insulted wall sustains his hated name (2). (1) This is spoken of the city in general, and not of the Acropolis in particular. The Temple of Jupiter Olympius, by some supposed the Pantheon, was finished by Hadrian : sixteen columns are standing, of the most beautiful marble and style of architecture. (2) It is related by a late oriental traveller, that when the wholesale spoliator visited Athens, he caused his own name, "For Elgin's fame thus grateful Pallas pleads, ་་ Below, his name-above, behold his deeds! « Be ever hail'd with equal houour here «The Gothic Monarch and the Pictish Peer. « Arms gave the first his right, the last had none, «Next prowls the wolf-the filthy jackal last: ་་ Flesh, limbs, and blood, the former make their own; «The last base brute securely gnaws the bone. «Yet still the gods are just, and crimes are crost,- « Behold where Dian's beams disdain to shine! « When Venus half aveng'd Minerva's shame (1). › She ceas'd awhile, and thus I dar'd reply, with that of his wife, to be inscribed on a pillar of one of the principal temples. This inscription was executed in a very conspicuous manner, and deeply engraved in the marble, at a very considerable elevation. Notwithstanding which precautions, some person, ( doubtless inspired by the Patron Goddess) has been at the pains to get himself raised up to the requisite height, and has obliterated the name of the laird, but left that of the lady untouched. The traveller in question accompanied this story by a remark, that it must have cost some labour and contrivance to get at the place, and could only have been effected by much zeal and deter mination. (1) His Lordship's name, and that of one who no longer bears it, are carved conspicuously on the Parthenon above; in a part not far distant are the torn remnants of the bassorelievos, destroyed in a vain attempt to remove them. " Daughter of Jove! in Britain's injured name, "A true-born Briton may the deed disclaim! « Frown not on England-England owns him not— Athena, no! the plunderer was a Scot (1)! ས Ask'st thou the difference? From fair Phyle's towers « And well I know within that bastard land (2) confin'd, « Whose thistle well betrays the niggard earth, Dispatch her scheming children far and wide; «Some East, some West, some-every where but North! « In quest of lawless gain they issue forth; « And thus, accursed be the day and year, << She sent a Pict to play the felon here. (1) The plaster wall on the west side of the temple of Minerva Polias bears the following inscription, cut in very deep characters : Quod non fecerunt Goti Hoc fecerunt Scoti. Hobhouse's Travels in Greece, etc., p. 345. (2) Irish Bastards, according to Sir Callaghan O'Brallaghan. |