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Their barbarous, yet their not indecent, glee,
And, as the flames along their faces gleamed,
Thier gestures nimble, dark eyes flashing free,

The long wild locks that to their girdles streamed,

While thus in concert they, this lay half sang, half screamed:30

I.

31 TAMBOURGI! Tambourgi! * thy 'larum afar

Gives hope to the valiant, and promise of war;
All the sons of the mountains arise at the note,
Chimariot, Illyrian and dark Suliote!

2.

Oh! who is more brave than a dark Suliote,
In his snowy camese and his shaggy capote !

To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock.
And decends to the plain like the stream from the rock.

3.

Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive

The fault of a friend, bid an enemy live?

Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego?

what mark is so fair as the breast of a foe?

4.

Macedonia sends forth her invincible race;

For a time they abandon the cave and the chase:

But those scarfs of blood-red shall be redder, before

The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.

* Drummer.

5.

Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves, And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves, Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar, And track to his covert the captive on shore.

6.

I ask not the pleasures that riches supply,

My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy;

Shall win the young bride with her long flowing hair, And many a maid from her mother shall tear.

7.

I love the fair face of the maid in her youth,

Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall soothe;

Let her bring from the chamber her many-toned lyre, And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.

8.

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Remember the moment when Previsa fell,
The shrieks of the conquered, the conquerors' yell;
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared,
The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared.

9.

I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;

He neither must know who would serve the Vizier;
Since the days of our prophet the Crescent ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pashaw.

10.

Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,

Let the yellow-haired (1)Giaours (2) view his horsetail (3) withdread When his Delhis (4) come dashing in blood o'er the banks,

How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks!

II.

Selictar! (5) unsheath then our chief's scimitar:
Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of war.

Ye mountains, that see us descend to the shore!,

Shall view us as victors, or view us no more!

LXXIII.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! 33
Immortal, though no more though fallen, great!
Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth,
And long accustomed bondage uncreate?
Not such thy sons who whilome did await,
The hopeless warriors of a willing doom,

In bleak Thermopyla's sepulchral strait―

Oh! who that gallant spirit shall resume,

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Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?

(1) Yellow is the epithet given to the Russians.

(3) Infidel.

(4) Horse-tails are the insignia of a Pacha.

(4) Horsemen, answering to our forlorn hope.

(5) Sword-bearer.

LXXIV.

Spirit of freedom! when on Phyle's brow

Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train,

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Could'st thou forebode the dismal hour which now

Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?

Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain,

But every carle can lord it o'er thy land;

Nor rise thy sons, but idly rail in vain,

Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand

From birth till death enslaved; in word, in deed unmanned.

LXXV.

In all save form alone, how changed! and who
That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye,

Who but would deem their bosoms burned anew
With thy unquenched beam, lost Liberty!

And many dream withal the hour is nigh

That gives them back their fathers' heritage: ·

For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh,

Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage,

Or tear their name defiled, from Slavery's mournful page.

LXXVI.

Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not

Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?

By their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? no!

True, they may lay your proud despoilers low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.

Shades of the Helots! triumph o'er your foe!

Greece! change thy lords, thy state is still the same; Thy glorious day is o'er, but not thine years of shame.

LXXVII.

The city won for Allah from the Giaour,

The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
And the Serai's impenetrable tower

Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
On Wahab's rebel brood who dared divest
The 36 prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,

May wind their path of blood along the West;

But ne'er will freedom seek this fated soil,

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But slave succeed to slave, through years of endless toil.

LXXVIII.

Yet mark their mirth-ere lenten days begin,

That penance which their holy rites prepare
To shrive from man his weight of mortal sin,
By daily abstinence and nightly prayer;
But ere his sackcloth garb Repentance wear,
Some days of joyaunce are decreed to all,
To take of pleasaunce each his secret share
In motley robe to dance at masking ball,
And join the mimic train, of merry Carnival.

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