Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee?

Such is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.

For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.

He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled,- The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, Before decay's effa…

And thus He mused: 'From here, indeed Shall we strike terror in the Swede? And here a city by our labor Founded, shall gall our haughty neighbor; 'Here cut' - …

Let us forget the other names of American statesmen, that have been stamped upon these hills, but still call the loftiest - WASHINGTON. Mountains are Earth's u…

La gloire est le soleil des morts.