Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!
This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.