Note 250 — Chapter XXI · THE ANTHOLOGY.
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My snowy marble from the mountain rude A Median sculptor with sharp chisel hewed, And brought me o'er the sea, that he might place A trophied statue of the Greeks' disgrace. But when the routed Persians heard the roar Of Marathon, and ships swam deep in gore, Then Athens, nurse of heroes, sculptured me The queen that treads on arrogance to be: I hold the scales of hope: my name is this— Nike for Greece, for Asia Nemesis.