Slay with your eyes, Greek, men over the face of the earth, slay with your eyes, the host, puny, passionless, weak. Break as the ranks of steel broke when the Persian lost: craven, we hated them then: now we would count them Gods beside these, spawn of the earth. Grant us your mantle, Greek! grant us but one to fright (as your eyes) with a sword, men, craven and weak, grant us but one to strike one blow for you, passionate Greek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEETING OF THE WATERS by THOMAS MOORE A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (2) by WALTER RALEIGH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON QUATRAIN: THE PARCAE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SISTER'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PORTRAIT IN THE HORIZONTAL by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT |