XXVIII

    ``Hurrah¹！ for the great triumph That stretches many a mile. Hurrah！ for the rich dye of Tyre, And the fine web of Nile, The helmets gay with plumage Torn from the pheasant's wings, The belts set thick with starry² gem³ That shone on Indian kings, The urns⁴

    of massy silver, The goblets⁵ rough with gold, The many-colored tablets bright With loves and wars of old, The stone that breathes and struggles, The brass⁶ that seems to speak；—— Such cunning they who dwell on high Have given unto the Greek.