From the london Literary Grzefte.
MODERN GREEKPOETRY.
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MODERN GREEKPOETRY.
The following stanzas, on the re-taking
Iosara, were written Immediately alter
at event, by Greek Lady, named Angeiica
iii, native OF Joannina, who Is SAID 10
,ssess the talent ofimprovisation, at least
equal degree with any OF the modern
alians. The events of the present revolu-
IN, and that memorable action III particu-
r, which has called forth the following
.rses, have proved that there is degree
tyranny which can


snake comen fight,


To doff their dire disgrace"
at it should therefore make them write,
o, with the same object and in the same
asculinc spirit, is scarcely to be wondered
We fear our translation will convey but
faint notion of the vigour and fire which
the original. There are parts
it which might almost seem to nave
cen written with the sword instead OF the
en-.


ON THE TAKING OF IPSARA.
COUNTRY! thou name divine!-
The heart that thinks on thee,
Trembles within its walls Of flesh,
And struggles to get free.
The Moslems know thee not


Or know thee but to fear:
The Greeks start from their listless sleep
Soon as thy name they hear.
Scarce didst thou lift thy voice,


When, 10! the base yoke fell,
And all thy ancient glory came


Back at thy potent spell.
See where the Turkish kecls


Press the polluted land
Sec where the base barbarian hcrdcs
Gather on Psara's strands
Alas! i'll fated Isle!-


Where can thy people fly,
Where is their stay-,heir strsngth-thciT


hopei


What can they debut die
Countryl-on thee they call


Iiark to that piercing sound!
They name thy name, and all the rocks
Echo the cry around.
The viewless winds of heaven


Catch mp the welcome voice;
And bear il on to other lands,


To hear it and rejoice.
But loudcst on the shores


Of Greece that war-cry rings:
And all her ocean heroes sail


To savc-;ls if with wings.
Behold -o'er that lone Isle


Therein the ether blue
Look, where the illustrious Marcos shade
Shines like bright star through!

And lol where he dcscends,


From his celestial throne!
Flashing his sword on high,


lie leads the battle on.
And with him-from the land


Of Britons--biave and 'rcc--
The warrior-bard has struck his Tyre


To songs of victory.


He shouts!--an on the foe


Disrnay and terror fall
He shonts--and every Grccian heart


Bounds up to TIL inspiring cali
'Tis done! swift revenge


Awaits Che impious brood
They sail or fy-hy to their ships


And sail in their own blood.
And will not Oceans waves


O'crwhclm them in their fightl
VIII not hcaven-sent tempest rise


And shroud them in its night
No--Ocean be thou calrn!---


Ihat deed is not for thee
Tint mighty glory is reserved


For men who wiNb free.