Who Then Will Explain The Explanation?

Earth! Render Back From Out Thy Breast A Remnant Of Our Spartan Dead! Of The Three Hundred Grant But Three, To Make A New Thermopylæ!

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.

The Waves Were Dead; The Tides Were In Their Grave, The Moon, Their Mistress, Had Expir'd Before; The Winds Were Wither'd In The Stagnant Air, And The Clouds Perish'd; Darkness Had No Need Of Aid From Them-she Was The Universe.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.