CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. CANTO THE FIRST. I. Oн, thou! in Hellas deem'd of heavenly birth, Muse! form'd or fabled at the minstrel's will! Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth, Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill; Yes! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine,1 Where, save that feeble fountain, all is still; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale - this lowly lay of mine. 2 1 The little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi. Along the path of the mountain, from Chrysso, are the remains of sepulchres hewn in and from the rock. "One," said the guide, "of a king who broke his neck hunting." His majesty had cer tainly chosen the fittest spot for such an achievement. A little above Castri is a cave, supposed the Pythian, of immense depth; the upper part of it is paved, and now a cowhouse. On the other side of Castri stands a Greek monastery; some way above which is the cleft in the rock, with a range of caverns difficult of ascent, and apparently leading to the interior of the mountain; probably to the Corycian Cavern mentioned by Pausanias. From this part descend the fountain and the "Dews of Castalie." [" We were sprinkled," says Mr. Hobhouse," with the spray of the immortal rill, and here, if any where, should have felt the poetic inspiration: we drank deep, too, of the spring; but― (I can answer for myself) -without feeling sensible of any extraordinary effect.". "- E.] II. Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth, Few earthly things found favour in his sight! And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree. III. Childe Harold 2 was he hight: -but whence his name -- And lineage long, it suits me not to say; IV. Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun, Nor deem'd before his little day was done Then loathed he in his native land to dwell, Which seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell. 1 [" He cheer'd the bad and did the good affright; With concubines," &c. - MS.] ["Childe Buron." - MS.] V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run, VI. And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart, And from his native land resolved to go, With pleasure drugg'd, he almost long'd for woe, And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below. 3 [See Stanzas written to a Lady, on leaving England: Works, vol. vii. p. 302.; "And I must from this land be gone, 2 [" And straight he fell into a reverie."— MS.] 3 [In these stanzas, and indeed throughout his works, we must not accept too literally Lord Byron's testimony against himself-he took a morbid pleasure in darkening every shadow of his self-portraiture. His interior at Newstead had, no doubt, been, in some points, loose and irregular enough; but it certainly never exhibited any thing of the profuse and Satanic luxury which the language in the text might seem to indicate. In fact, the narrowness of his means at the time the verses refer to would alone have precluded this. His household economy, while he remained at the Abbey, is known to have been conducted on a very moderate scale; and, besides, his usual companions, though far from being averse to convivial indulgences, were not only, as Mr. Moore says, VII. The Childe departed from his father's hall: So old, it seemed only not to fall, Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle. Where Superstition once had made her den VIII. Yet oft-times in his maddest mirthful mood Or disappointed passion lurk'd below: But this none knew, nor haply cared to know; That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow, Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole, Whate'er this grief mote be, which he could not control. IX. And none did love him — though to hall and bower He gather'd revellers from far and near, Yea! none did love him-nor his lemans dear But pomp and power alone are woman's care, And where these are light Eros finds a feere; Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair. "of habits and tastes too intellectual for mere vulgar debauchery," but, assuredly, quite incapable of playing the parts of flatterers and parasites.] |