<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shade Of Theseus - Ancient Greek Tradition</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know ye not when our dead<br>From sleep to battle sprung?<br>-When the Persian charger's tread<br>On their cowering greensward rung!<br>When the trampling march of foes<br>Had crush'd our vines and flowers,<br>When jewell'd crests arose<br>Through the holy laurel-bowers,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When banners caught the breeze,<br>When helms in sunlight shone,<br>When masts were on the seas,<br>And spears on Marathon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was one, a leader crown'd,<br>And arm'd for Greece that day;<br>But the falchions made no sound<br>On his gleaming war-array.<br>In the battle's front he stood,<br>With his tall and shadowy crest;<br>But the arrows drew no blood<br>Though their path was through his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When banners caught the breeze,<br>When helms in sunlight shone,<br>When masts were on the seas,<br>And spears on Marathon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His sword was seen to flash<br>Where the boldest deeds were done;<br>But it smote without a clash;<br>The stroke was heard by none! <br>His voice was not of those<br>That swell'd the rolling blast,<br>And his steps fell hush'd like snows-<br>'Twas the Shade of Theseus pass'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When banners caught the breeze,<br>When helms in sunlight shone,<br>When masts were on the seas,<br>And spears on Marathon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far sweeping through the foe,<br>With a fiery charge he bore;<br>And the Mede left many a bow<br>On the sounding ocean-shore.<br>And the foaming waves grew red,<br>And the sails were crowded fast,<br>When the sons of Asia fled,<br>As the Shade of Theseus pass'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When banners caught the breeze,<br>When helms in sunlight shone,<br>When masts were on the seas,<br>And spears on Marathon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391643" data-title="The Shade Of Theseus - Ancient Greek Tradition de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="Know ye not when our dead From sleep to battle sprung? -When the Persian charger's tread On their cowering greensward rung! When the trampling march of foes Had crush'd our vines and flowers, When jewell'd crests arose Through the holy laurel-bowe..."></div> </div> </div>

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