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Lord Byron was one of the most renowned English poets of the Romantic Era and he is the most celebrated philhellene volunteer of the War of Greek Independence.<\/p>\n
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Lord Byron travelled to the theatre of war in 1822, providing funds and supplies. His enchanting verse and vocal advocacy for the Hellenes stirred many to the Greek cause.<\/p>\n
In Messolonghi in 1824, while preparing to lead patriots into battle, fell fatally ill. Upon his untimely death Greek poet Dionysios Solomos wrote Ode on the Death of Lord Byron<\/em>\u00a0in which the first verse reads:<\/p>\n \u00a0 For a moment, Liberty, Lord Byron\u2019s presence in Greece, and in particular his death, created an even stronger sympathy for the Greek cause across Europe. As a direct result of his passing, philhellenic committees sprang up in Europe and the United States to raise money for war efforts and further relief of the Greek people.<\/p>\n Lord Byron died a national hero and Hellenes to this day revere him. Here is a statue in his honour in Athens.<\/p>\n Byron often wrote of the beauty and majesty of Greece… and this is two stanzas from one of his poems evoking the glory of the Greeks’ past to deliver them a victory in the War of Greek Independence.<\/p>\n The Isles of Greece <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n The mountains look on Marathon —<\/em><\/strong> For more information from Wikipedia and British Literature Wiki:
\nLet the war, the bloodshed sleep;
\nHither come and silently
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\nAnd Marathon looks on the sea;<\/em>
\nAnd musing there an hour alone,<\/em>
\nI dream’d that Greece might yet be free<\/em>
\nFor, standing on the Persians’ grave,<\/em>
\nI could not deem myself a slave.<\/em>
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\nMust we but weep o’er days more blest?<\/em>
\nMust we but blush? \u2013 Our fathers bled.<\/em>
\nEarth! render back from out thy breast<\/em>
\nA remnant of our Spartan dead!<\/em>
\nOf the three hundred grant but three,<\/em>
\nTo make a new Thermopylae.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
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