He said, and cowering as the
dastard bends,
The weighty sceptre on his
bank descends.88
On the round bunch the bloody
tumours rise:
The tears spring starting from
his haggard eyes;
Trembling he sat, and shrunk
in abject fears,
From his vile visage wiped the
scalding tears;
While to his neighbour each
express'd his thought:
Here one observes the true
emotion of the Greeks feeling defeated and next time the thoughts that they had
on that day.
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