No lucid interval I crave A hopeless maniac to my grave! Gladly through life's dull path I'd stray, And scare (1) my fellows from my way. Yes, let me ever feel thy power, Nor know a reasonable hour! When nature's scenes before me lie, When music's voice swells on mine ear, If pity plead, if sorrow tell Her tale of griefs and injuries, Let my full heart like torrent swell, Rush the proud tear-drops from my eyes. GREEK CORSAIRS' ASSAULT. 341 GREEK CORSAIRS' ATTACK ON A TURKISH PALACE. The corsairs pouring (1) haste to where within Of groaning victims, and wild cries for life, Quick at the word-they seized him each a torch, (1) Pouring, se rendant en foule. (2) Strife, combat, mêlée. (3) Glutted, rassasiés. (4) Mangling, égorgeant, déchirant. (5) Lair, repaire, reposée. (6) To wrong, injurier, faire tort, faire mal à. But still we spared-must spare the weaker prey. BYRON. (1) The helpless, les malheureux, ceux qui ne peuveri s'aider. (2) To lighten, alléger. THE END. |