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Whether we lay in the cave or the shed,
All our thoughts and words had scope,
And some, or I mis-say, of neither;
Nor find a motlier crew nor blither.
That look along Epirus’ valleys,
Where freedom still at moments rallies, And pays in blood oppression's ills;
And some are in a far countree, And some all restlessly at home;
But never more, oh! never, we Shall meet to revel and to roam.
Many a vanish'd year and age,
But those hardy days flew cheerily!
the eye than to the ear, and in fact not greater than was threat of forbearing further adventure for a time, the publi admitted in some of tbe most delicious of the lyrical mea eagerly pardoned the breach of a promise by keeping whicl sures of the ancient Greeks,-LE.
they must have been sufferers. Exquisitely beautiful in U h one of his sea excursions, Lord Byron was nearly themselves, these tales received a new charm from th lost in a Turkish ship of war, owing to the ignorance of romantic climes into which they introduced us, and fron the captain and crew. "Fletcher," he says, “ yelled; the the oriental costume so strictly preserved and so pictu | Greeks called on all the saints; the Mussulmans on Alla; resquely exhibited. Greece, the cradle of the poetry wit while the captain burst into tears, and ran below deck. i which our earliest studies are familiar, was presented to u did what I could to console Fletcher ; but finding him in among her ruins and her sorrows. Her delightful scenery corrigible, I wrapped myself up in my Albanian capote, and once dedicated to those deities who, though dethroned fror lay down to wait the worst." Tbis striking instance of the their own Olympus, still preserve a poetical empire, wa poet's coolness and courage is thus confirmed by Mr. Hob. spread before us in Lord Byron's poetry, varied by all th bouse :-"Finding that, from his lameness, he was unable moral effect derived from what Greece is and what she ha to be of any service in the exertions which our very serious been, while it was doubled by comparisons, perpetually ex danger called for, after a laugb or two at the panic of his cited, between the philosophers and heroes who formerl Salet, be aot only wrapped himself up and lay down, in the inhabited that romantic country, and their descendant manner he has described, but when our difficulties were who either stoop to their Scythian conquerors, or maintain terminated was found fast asleep."-L. E.
among the recesses of their classical mountains, an inde 14) The last tidings recently heard of Dervish (one of the pendence as wild and savage as it is precarious. The orienta Arnaonts who followed me) state him to be in revolt upon manners, also, and diction, so peculiar in their picturesqu the mountains, at the head of some of the bands common effect that they can cast a charm even over the absurditie in that country in times of trouble.
of an eastern tale, had here the more honourable occupa In the original MS
tion of decorating that which in itself was beautifnl, an *A marvel from her Moslem bands."-L.E.
enhancing by novelty what would have been captivatin 1) Timoleon, who had saved the life of his brother Ti. without its aid. The powerful impression produced by th mopbanes in battle, afterwards killed him for aiming at the peculiar species of poetry confirmed us in a principl supreme power in Corinth, preferring his duty to his country which, though it will hardly be challenged when stated : ! to all the obligation of blood. Dr. Warton says, that Pope an axiom, is very rarely complied with in practice. It i ence intended to write an epic poem on the story, and that that every author should, like Lord Byron, form to himsel br. Atenside had the same design.-L.E.
and communicate to the reader, a precise, defined, and di (5) "The Giaour, the Bride of Abydos, the Corsair, Lara, tinct view of the landscape, sentiment, or action, which I se Siege of Corinth, followed each other with a celerity, I intends to describe to the reader." Sir Walter Scott.-L. which was only is auch was only rivalled by their success; and if at times (6) Turkish holders of military fiefs which oblige them
author seemed to pause in his poetic career, with the join the army, mounted at their own expense.-L.E.
'Gainst which he rear'd the crescent high, And battled to avenge or die.
The Turcoman hath left his herd,(1)
Coumourgi (2)—he whose closing scene Adorn'd the triumph of Eugene, When on Carlowitz' bloody plain, The last and mightiest of the slain, He sank, regretting not to die, But cursed the Christian's victoryCoumourgi--can his glory cease, That latest conqueror of Greece, Till Christian hands to Greece restore The freedom Venice gave of yore? A hundred years have rollid away Since he refix'd the Moslem's sway, And now he led the Mussulman, And gave the guidance of the van To Alp, who well repaid the trust By cities levell’d with the dust; And proved, by many a deed of death, How firm his heart in novel faith.
The walls grew weak; and fast and hot ' Against them pour'd the ceaseless shot, With unabating fury sent From battery to battlement; And, thunder-like, the pealing din Rose from each heated culverin; And here and there some crackling dome Was fired before the exploding bomb; And as the fabric sank beneath The shattering shell's volcanic breath, In red and wreathing columns flash'd The flame, as loud the ruin crash'd, Or into countless meteors driven, Its earth-stars melted into heaven; Whose clouds that day grew doubly dun; Impervious to the hidden sun, With volumed smoke that slowly grew To one wide sky of sulphurous hue.
From Venice-once a race of worth
VII. But not for vengeance, long delay'd, Alone, did Alp, the renegade, The Moslem warriors sternly teach His skill to pierce the promised breach; Within these walls a maid was pent His hope would win without consent Of that inexorable sire, Whose heart refused him in its ire, When Alp, beneath his Christian name, Her virgin hand aspired to claim. In happier mood, and earlier time, While unimpeach'd for traitorous crime, Gayest in gondola or hall, He glitter'd through the carnival;
(1) The life of the Turcomans is wandering and patri. | His last order was the decapitation of General Breuner archal: they dwell in tents,
some other German prisoners : and his last words, (2) Ali Coumourgi, the favourite of three Sultans, and that I could thus serve all the Christian dogs!" & spe Grand Vizier to Achmet Ul., after recovering Peloponnesus and act not unlike one of Caligula. He was a young from the Venetians in one campaign, was mortally wounded of great ambition and unbounded presumption : on in the next, against the Germans, at the battle of Peter. told that Prince Eugene, then opposed to him, “was. waradin (in the plain of Carlowitz), in Hungary, endeavour. Feneral,” he said, “I shall become a greater, and ing to rally his guards. He died of his wounds next day. expense.”
And tuned the softest serenade
IX. Sent by the state to guard the land, (Which, wrested from the Moslem's hand, While Sobieski tamed his pride By Buda's wall and Danube's side, The chiefs of Venice wrung away From Patra, to Euboea's bay) Minotti held in Corinth's towers The Doge's delegated powers, While yet the pitying eye of Peace Smiled o'er her long-forgotten Greece. And ere that faithless truce was broke Which freed her from the unchristian yoke. With him his gentle daughter came: Nor there, since Menelaus' dame Forsook her lord and land, to prove What woes await on lawless love, , Had fairer form adorn'd the shore Than she, the matchless stranger, bore.
Bespangled with those isles of light,
The wall is rent, the ruins yawn;
XI. 'Tis midnight: on the mountains brown The cold round moon shines deeply down; Blue roll the waters, blue the sky Spreads like an ocean hung on high, (U) In the MS,
" In midnight courtship to Italian maid." -L. E. (2) In the MS.
"And make a melancholy moan,
To mortal voice and ear unknown."-LE
The tent of Alp was on the shore;
When battling on the parent soil. (3) In the MS.
“Which rings a deep internal knell,
He stood alone-a renegade
In many a winding creek and bay, (1) In the MS.
"As lions o'er the jackal sway,
To gorge the fragments of success."-L (2) In the MS.
“He vainly turn'd from side to side,
Lepanto's gulf; and, on the brow
" Immortal-boundless-undecay'd ;
Their souls the yery soil pervade."-LE. (4) In the MS.-
" Where Freedom loveliest may be won."
And Alp knew, by the turbans that rollid on the sand, XVI.
The foremost of these were the best of his band: Still by the shore Alp mutely mused,
Crimson and green were the shawls of their wear, And woo'd the freshness Night diffused.
And each scalp had a single long tuft of hair,(6) There shrinks no ebb in that tideless sea, (1) All the rest was shaven and bare : Which changeless rolls eternally;
The scalps were in the wild dog's maw, So that wildest of waves, in their angriest mood, The hair was tangled round his jaw. Scarce break on the bounds of the land for a rood; But close by the shore, on the edge of the gulf, And the powerless moon beholds them flow There sat a vulture flapping a wolf, Heedless if she come or go:
Who had stolen from the hills, but kept away, Calm or high, in main or bay,
Scared by the dogs, from the human prey; On their course she hath no sway.
But he seized ou his share of a steed that lay,
Pick'd by the birds, on the sands of the bay.
Alp turn'd him from the sickening sight:
Never had shaken bis nerves in fight;
Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying, (7)
Scorch'd with the death-thirst, and writhing in vain, Til within the range of a carbine's reach
Than the perishing dead who are past all pain. (8) Of the leaguer'd wall: but they saw him not,
There is something of pride in the perilous hour, Or how could he 'scape from the hostile shot? (2) Whate'er be the shape in which death may lower; Did traitors lurk in the Christian's hold? cold?
For Fame is there to say who bleeds,
But when all is past, it is humbling to tread
Beasts of the forest, all gathering there;
All rejoicing in his decay. (10)
There is a temple in ruin stands,
Fashion'd by long-forgotten hands; They were too busy to bark at him!
Two or three columns, and many a stone, From a Tartar's skull they had stripp'd the flesh, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown! As se peel the fig when its fruit is fresh;
Out upon Time! it will leave no more And their white tasks crunch'do'er the whiter skull, (4) Of the things to come than the things before!(11) As it slipp'd through their jaws, when their edge grew Out upon Time! who for ever will leave As they lazily mumbled the bones of the dead, [dull, But enough of the past for the future to grieve When they scarce could rise from the spot where O'er that which hath been, and o'er that which must be:
What we have seen, our sons shall see; So well had they broken a lingering fast
Remnants of things that have pass'd away, With those who had fallen for that night's repast.(5) | Fragments of stone, rear’d by creatures of clay!(12)
!) The reader need hardly be reminded that there are (7) “Than the mangled corpse in its own blood lying." sa perceptible tides in the Mediterranean.
Gifford.-L. E. (2) In the MS.
(8) Strike out
"Scorch'd with the death-thirst, and writhing in vain, Or would not waste on a single head
Than the perishing dead who are past all pain."
“What is a perishing dead?'» Gifford.-L.E. (3) "Omit the rest of this section." Gifford.-L. E. (9) “O'er the weltering limbs of the tombless dead.” (9) This spectacle I have seen, such as described, beneath | Gifford.-L.E. the wall of the Seraglio at Constantinople, in the little ca (10) In the MS.nities worn by the Bosphorus in the rock, a narrow terrace
“All that liveth on man will prey, Ter which projects between the wall and the water. I think
All rejoice in his decay, le fact is also mentioned in Hobhouse's Travels. The
All that can kindle dismay and disgust ses were probably those of some refractory janizaries.
Follow his frame from the bier to the dust."-LE
(11) “Omit this couplet.” Gifford.-L. E. !" The sensations produced by the state of the weather, and leaving a comfortable cabin were,” says Mr. Hobhouse,
After this follows in the MS.in unison with the impressions which we felt when, pass
" Monuments, that the coming age under the palace of the sultans and gazing at the
Leaves to the spoil of the season's rage
Till Ruin makes the relics scarce. Liamy cypresses which rise above the walls, we saw two
Then Learning acts her solemn farce, Saya gnawing a dead body."-P. E.)
And, roaming through the marble waste, 5) This passage shows the force of Lord Byron's pencil."
Prates of beauty, art, and taste. Jeffrey.-L.Ė.
“That temple was more in the midst of the plain, $ This taft, or long lock. is left from a superstition
What of that shrine did yet remain that Mahomet will draw them into paradise hy it.
Lay to his left-- "-L.E.