Plataea
Nicholas Michell
From Marathon we turn, for bright Renown
On other war-fields hangs her laurel crown:
Leuctra of valour speaks; Plataea's plain
Tells its red tale, nor thrills the world in vain.
From Marathon we turn, for bright Renown
On other war-fields hangs her laurel crown:
Leuctra of valour speaks; Plataea's plain
Tells its red tale, nor thrills the world in vain.
