The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing "about, around, and underneath" man, except man himself.

The mountains look on Marathon - / And Marathon looks on the sea; / And musing there an hour alone, / I dreamed that Greece might yet be free.

I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome

Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift / My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift.

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! / Where burning Sappho loved and sung, / Where grew the arts of war and peace, / Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! / Eternal summer gilds them yet, / But all, except their sun, is set.