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Of those who at Thermopylae were slain
Glorious the doom and beautiful the lot!
Their tomb an altar: men from tears refrain
To honour them, and praise, but mourn them not.
Such sepulchre nor drear decay
Nor all-destroying time shall waste: this right have they!
Within their grave the home-bred glory
Of Greece was laid: this witness gives
Leonidas the Spartan, in whose story
A wreath of famous virtue ever lives.
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