Homage to the Parthenon Marbles
The poem recited is by Lord Byron
Canto XV from 'Childe Harold's
Pilgrimage' by Lord Byron, 1812
Cold is the heart, fair
Greece, that looks on thee,
Nor feels as lovers o’er the dust they loved;
Dull is the eye that will not weep to see
Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed
By British hands, which it had best behov’d
To guard those relics ne’er to be restored.
Curst be the hour when their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And snatch’d thy shrinking Gods to northern climes abhorr’d!
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