``Hurrah! for the great triumph<BR> That stretches many a mile.<BR>Hurrah! for the rich dye of Tyre,<BR> And the fine web of Nile,<BR>The helmets gay with plumage<BR> Torn from the pheasant&#039;s wings,<BR>The belts set thick with starry gem<BR> That shone on Indian kings,<BR>The urns of massy silver,<BR> The goblets rough with gold,<BR>The many-colored tablets bright<BR> With loves and wars of old,<BR>The stone that breathes and struggles,<BR> The brass that seems to speak;--<BR>Such cunning they who dwell on high<BR> Have given unto the Greek.<BR><BR>