She dreamed of being alone on the sea-shore Chained to a rock she knew not how, but stir She could not from the spot, and the loud roar Grew, and each wave rose roughly, threatening her; And o'er her upper lip they seemed to pour Until she sobbed for breath, and soon they were Foaming o'er her lone head, so fierce and high, Each broke to drown her, yet she could not die. And wet and cold and lifeless at her feet, Of pleasure and of pain, -even while I kiss Thy garment's hem with transport, can it be That doubt should mingle with my filial joy? Deal with me as thou wilt, but spare this boy." High and inscrutable the old man stood, Calm in his voice, and calm within his eye, Not always signs with him of calmest mood: He looked upon her, but gave no reply; Then turned to Juan, in whose cheek the blood Oft came and went, as there resolved to die, In arms, at least, he stood in act to spring On the first foe whom Lambro's call might bring. "Young man, your sword"; so Lambro once more said: Juan replied, "Not while this arm is free.” The old man's cheek grew pale, but not with dread, And drawing from his belt a pistol, he Replied, "Your blood be then on your own head." Then looked close at the flint, as if to see Pale as the foam that frothed on his dead brow, Which she essayed in vain to clear, (how sweet And next proceeded quietly to cock. 'T was fresh, for he had lately used the lock, — Were once her cares, how idle seemed they now!) Lay Juan, nor could aught renew the beat Of his quenched heart; and the sea-dirges low Rang in her sad ears like a mermaid's song, And that brief dream appeared a life too long. And gazing on the dead, she thought his face More like and like to Lambro's aspect grew,· With all his keen worn look and Grecian grace; And, starting, she awoke, and what to view? O powers of heaven! what dark eye meets she there? 'Tis 't is her father's-fixed upon the pair! Then shrieking, she arose, and shricking fell, I have seen such, — but must not call to mind. Up Juan sprung to Haidee's bitter shriek, And caught her falling, and from off the wall Snatched down his sabre, in hot haste to wreak Vengeance on him who was the cause of all: Then Lambro, who till now forbore to speak, Smiled scornfully, and said, "Within my call, A thousand scimitars await the word; Put up, young man, put up your silly sword." And Haidee clung around him: "Juan, 't is'Tis Lambro,-'tis my father! Kneel with me,He will forgive us, yes, it must be, yes. O dearest father, in this agony - Lambro presented, and one instant more Had stopped this canto, and Don Juan's breath, When Haidee threw herself her boy before ; Stern as hersire: "On me," she cried, "let death Descend, - the fault is mine; this fatal shore He found, but sought not. I have pledged my faith; I love him, I will die with him: I knew Your nature's firmness, know your daughter's too." - The father paused a moment, then withdrew His weapon, and replaced it; but stood still, And looking on her, as to look her through : "Not I," he said, "have sought this stranger's ill; Not I have made this desolation: few Would bear such outrage, and forbear to kill; Done thine, the present vouches for the past. But I must do my duty, - how thou hast "Let him disarm; or, by my father's head, His own shall roll before you like a ball!" He raised his whistle, as the word he said, And blew; another answered to the call, And, rushing in disorderly, though led, And armed from boot to turban, one and all, The second had his cheek laid open; but The third, a wary, cool, old sworder, took The blows upon his cutlass, and then put His own well in so well, ere you could look, His man was floored, and helpless, at his foot, With the blood running, like a little brook, From two smart sabre-gashes, deep and red, One on the arm, the other on the head. And then they bound him where he fell, and bore Juan from the apartment: with a sign, Old Lambro bade them take him to the shore, Where lay some ships which were to sail at nine. They laid him in a boat, and plied the oar Until they reached some galliots, placed in line; On board of one of these, and under hatches, They stowed him, with strict orders to the watches. The last sight Haidee saw was Juan's gore, And he himself o'ermastered and cut down: His blood was running on the very floor, Where late he trod, her beautiful, her own; Thus much she viewed an instant and no more, Her struggles ceased with one convulsive groan ; On her sire's arm, which until now scarce held Her, writhing, fell she, like a cedar felled. A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure dyes Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o'er ; And her head drooped, as when the lily lies O'ercharged with rain: her summoned handmaids bore Their lady to her couch, with gushing eyes; Of herbs and cordials they produced their store, But she defied all means they could employ, Like one life could not hold, nor death destroy. Days lay she in that state, unchanged, though chill, With nothing livid, still her lips were red; She had no pulse, but death seemed absent still; No hideous sign proclaimed her surely dead; Corruption came not, in each mind to kill All hope; to look upon her sweet face bred Anon her thin wan fingers beat the wall, In time to his old tune; he changed the theme, And sung of love; the fierce name struck through all Her recollection; on her flashed the dream Of what she was, and is, if ye could call To be so being; in a gushing stream The tears rushed forth from her o'erclouded brain, Like mountain mists at length dissolved in rain. Short solace, vain relief!-thought came too quick, And whirled her brain to madness; she arose, As one who ne'er had dwelt among the sick, And flew at all she met, as on her foes; But no one ever heard her speak or shriek, Purple the sails, and so perfuméd, that Although her paroxysm drew towards its The winds were love-sick with them; the oars close ; Hers was a frenzy which disdained to rave, Availed for either; neither change of place, A parting pang, the spirit from her past; were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made AGRIPPA. And they who watched her nearest could not And made their bends adornings: at the helm know She died, but not alone; she held within In vain the dews of heaven descend above Thus lived, thus died she; nevermore on her, A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle AGR. Rare Egyptian! It should be better he became her guest; The woman of a thousand summers back, Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity: And one low churl, compact of thankless earth, The fatal byword of all years to come, Boring a little auger-hole in fear, Peeped - but his eyes, before they had their She sought her lord, and found him, where he strode Were shrivelled into darkness in his head, Whereat he stared, replying, half amazed, He laughed, and swore by Peter and by Paul: Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: Were full of chinks and holes; and overhead And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait noon Was clashed and hammered from a hundred towers, ALFRED TENNYSON. THE CANTERBURY PILGRIMS. And certainly she was of great disport, And took much pains to imitate the air Full seemely her wimple pinched was ; glass, A good man there was of religion, Of his offering, and eke of his substance; The lady laid her knitting down, Her husband clasped his ponderous Barrow. Whate'er the stranger's caste or creed, Pundit or papist, saint or sinner, He found a stable for his steed, And welcome for himself, and dinner. If, when he reached his journey's end, With no new light on love or liquor, It passed from Mahomet to Moses; The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels or shoeing horses. He was a shrewd and sound divine, Of loud dissent the mortal terror; And when, by dint of page and line, He 'stablished truth or startled error, The Baptist found him far too deep, The Deist sighed with saving sorrow, And the lean Levite went to sleep And dreamt of eating pork to-morrow. |