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Which looks n'er waves so blue, skies so sei eue
That he who there at such an hour hath been
Then slowly tear him from the witching scene,
XXVIII. Through Calpe's straits survey the steepy shore;
Pass we the long, un varying course, the track Europe and Afric on each other gaze!
Oft trod, that never leaves a trace behind; Lands of the dark-eyed Maid and dusky Moor
Pass we the calm, the gale, the change, the tack Alike beheld beneath pale Hecate's blaze;
And each well known caprice of wave and wind; How softly on the Spanish shore she plays,
Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find, Disclosing rock, and slope, and forest brown,
Coop'd in their winged sea-girt citadel; Distinct, though darkening with her waning phase;
The foul, the fair, the contrary, the kind, But Mauritania's giant-shadows frown,
As breezes rise and fall and billows swell, From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre Till on some jocund morn-lo, land! and all is well down.
But not in silence pass Calypso's isles, 10 'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel
The sister tenants of the middle deep; We once have loved, though love is at end.
There for the weary still a haven smiles, The heart, lone mourner of its baffled zeal,
Though the fair goddess long hath ceased to weep Though friendless now, will dream it had a friend.
And o'er her clitss a fuitless watch to keep Who with the weight of years would wish to bend
For him who dared prefer a mortal bride : When Youth itself survives young Love and Joy?
Here, too, his boy essay'd the dreadful leap Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend,
Stern Mentor urged from high to yonder tide; Death hath but little left him to destroy! While thus of both bereft, the nymph-queen double Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a
Her reign is past, her gentle glories gone:
But trust not this; too easy youth, beware! To gaze on Dian's wave retlected sphere,
A mortal sovereign holds her dangerous throne, The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and Pride.
And thou may'st tind a new Calypso there. And tlies unconscious o'er each backward year. Sweet Florence! could another ever share None are so desolate but something dear,
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine: Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
But check'd by every tie, I may not dare A thought, and claims the homage of a tear;
To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine, A flashing pang! of which the weary breast
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine,
Thus Harold deem'd, as on that lady's eye
He look'd, and met its beam without a thought, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Save Admiration glancing harmless by : Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, Love kept aloof, albeit not far remote, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ;
Who knew his votary often lost and caught, To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, But knew him as his worshipper no more, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought; Al ne o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; Since now he rainly urged him to adore, This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold
Well deem'd the little God his ancient sway was Converse with Nature's charms, and view her store
Fair Florence found, in sooth with some amaze, But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, One who, 'twas said, still sigh'd to all he saw, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
Withstand, inmoved, the lustre of her gaze. And roam along, the world's tired denizen, Which others hail'd with real or mimic awe, Maxi With none who bless us, none whom we can bless. Their hope, their doom, their punishment, the Minions of splendor, shrinking from distress ! All that gay Beauty from her bondsmen claims; None that, with kindred consciousness endued, And much she marvelled that a yonila so raw If we were not, would seem to smile the less Nor felt, nor feign'd at least, the oft-wid Mirtingos
Of all that Hatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; Which, though sometimes they frown, yet rarely This is to be alone; this, this is solitude !
And onward view'd the mount, not yet forgot,
That breast imbued with such immortal fire ?
Could she not live who life eternal gave?
If life eternal may await the lyre,
Childe Harold hail'd Leucadia's cape afar;
Oft did he mark the scenes of vanish'd war,
Actium, Lepanto, fatal Trafalgar; 13
(Born beneath some remote inglorious star) Brisk contidence still best with woman copes ;
In themes of bloody fray, or gallant fight, Pique her and sooth in turn, soon Passion crowns But loathed the bravo's trade, and laughed at mai thy hopes.
tial wight. XXXV.
But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of wo,
And hail'd the last resort of fruitless love,"4
He felt, or deem'd he felt, no common glow;
He watch'd the billows' melancholy flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills For we have many a mountain-pi1th to tread, Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak, many a varied shore to sail along,
Robed half in mist, bedewed with snowy rills,
Arrayed in many a dun and purple streak,
Arise ; and, as the clouds along them break,
Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer :
Here roams the wolf, the eagle whets his beak,
Now Harold felt himself at length alone,
Now he adventured on a shore unknown, He never-wean'd, though not her favor'd child. Which all admire, but many dread to view; [feur 0.! she is fairest in her features wild,
His breast was arm'd 'gainst fate, his wants war
The scene was savage, but the scene was new;
Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,
Foul Superstition! howsoe'er disguised,
For whatsoever symbol thou art prized,
Thou sacerilotal gain, but general loss!
Chimara's alps cxtend from left to right;
Pluto! if this be hell I look upon, Gop! was thy globe ordain'd for such to win and Close shamed Elysium's gates, my shade shall serb lose ?
for none ! XLVI.
LII. From the dark barriers of that rugged clime,
Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view; Ev'n to the centre of Ilyria's vales,
Unseen is Yanina, though not remote, Childe Harold pass'd o'er many a mount sublime, Veil'd by the screen of hills; here men are few, Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales; Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot; Yet in famed Attica such ely dales
But peering down each precipice, the goat Are rarely seen ; nor can fair Tempe boast
Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scatter'd flock, A charm they know not; loved Parnassus fails, The little shepherd in his white capote 24
Though classic ground, and consecrated most, Doth lean his boyish form along the rock,
Oh! where, Dodona! is thine aged grove
Prophetic fount, and oracle divine?
What volley echo'd the response or Jove?
What trace remaineth of the Thur derer: To greet Albania's chief, 's whose dread command
shrine ? Is lawless law; for with a bloody hand
All, all forgotten--and shall man repine He sways a nation, turbulent and bold;
That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke? Yet here and there some daring mountain band
Cease, fool! the fate of Gods
well be thine Disdain his power, and from their rocky hold
Wouldst thou survive the marble or the ork? Hurl their defiance far, nor yield, unless to gold. 19
When nations, tongues, and worlds must sink be
neath the stroke! XLVIII. Monastic Zitza ! 20 from thy shady brow,
LIV. Though small, but favor'd spot of holy ground !
Epirus' bounds recede, and mountains fail, Where'er we gaze, around, above, below,
Tired of up-gazing still, the wearicd eye What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found !
Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale, Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound,
As ever Spring yclad in grassy die; And bluest skies that harmonize the whole :
Ev'n on a plain no humble beauties lie, Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Where some bold river breaks the long expanse, Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll
And woods along the banks are waving high, Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please Whose shadows in the glassy waters danre, the soul.
Or with the moonbeain sleep in midnight's solenia XLIX.
And Laos wide and fierce came roaring by ; 23 Might well itself be deem'd of dignity,
The shades of wontod night were gathering yet, The convento's white walls glisten fair on high : When, down the steep banks winding warily, Here dwells the caloyer, 2 nor rude is he,
Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky, Vor niggard of his cheer; the passer by
The glittering minarets of Tepalen, Inst Is welcome still; nor heedless will he tice
Whose walls o'crlook the ticam; and dr., From hence, if he delight hind Nature's sheen to He heard the bus bum of wrior men
Swelling the breeze that sigh'd along the lengthen L.
LII. Here in the sultriest season let him rest, Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees; He passid the sacred Ilarim's silent timer, Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast, And underneath the wide verarching gate From heaven itself he may inhule the breeze: Survey the dwelling of this chief of power, The plain is far beneath-oh! let him seize
Where all arouni probnih ms logh 'site. Pure pleasure while he can; the scorching ray Amidst nu cominn pomp the deput site, Here pierceth not, impregnate with disease ; While busy preparation shook the couri,
Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay, Slaves, cumchisi, soldiers, guests, and sintons rosat And gaze, untired, the morn, the noon, the eve Within, it palace, and without, ir fort : &wy.
Here men of every clime appear to make resort
It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard
Love conquers age-s0 Hafiz hath averr'd,
Blood follows blood, and, through their mortal While the deep war-drum's sound announced the
span, close of day.
In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood LVIII.
'Mid many things most new to ear and eye
The pilgrim rested here his weary feet,
And gazed around on Moslem luxury,
Till quickly wearied with that spacious seat
Of Wealth and Wantonness, the choice retreat And crooked glaive: the lively, supple Greek;
of sated Grandeur from the city's noise : And swarthy Nubia's mutilated son;
And were it humbler it in sooth were sweet; The bearded Turk that rarely deigns to speak,
But Peace abhorreth artificial joys, Master of all around, too potent to be meek,
And Pleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of both LIX.
Fierce are Albania's children, yet they lack
Not virtues, were those virtues more mature.
Where is the foe that ever saw their back?
Who can so well the toil of war endure?
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in doubtful tiines of troublous neod:
Their wrath how deadly! but their frin dship sums Hark! from the mosque the nightly solemn sound,
When Gratitude or Valor bids them bleed, The Muezzin's call doth shake the minaret, "There is no god but God !-to prayer-lo' God is
Unshaken rushing on where'er their chief may lead great!"
Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain'n tower
Thronging to war in splendor and success;
That saddening hour wlien bad men hotlicr press
But these did shelter him beneath their roof, Prepared and spread the plenteous board within ;
When less barbarians would have cheer'd him less, The racant gallery now seem'd made in vain, And fellow-countrymen hare stood aloofBut from the chambers came the mingling din, In aught that tries the heart how few withstand the As page and slave anon were passing out and in.
It chanced that adverse winds nce drove his bark
Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore,
Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk : (8010
At length they ventured forth, though doubting Blest carex! all other feclings far above!
That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk Herself inore sweetly rears the babe she bears,
Might once again renew their ancient butcher-work Wuo never quits the breast, no meaner passion shares.
Vain fear! the Suliotes stretch'd the welcome hand, in marble-paved pavilion, where a spring
Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp, Of living water from the centre rose,
Kinder than polish'd slaves, though not so bland, Whuse bubbling did a genial freshness fling, And piled the hearth, and wrung their garments And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose,
damp, ALI reclined, a man of war and woes ;
And fillid the bowl, and trimm'd the cheerful lamp, Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace,
And spread their fare; though homely, all they had. While Gentleness her milder radiance throws Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stampAlong that aged venerable face,
To rest the weary and to sooth the sad, the deeds that lurk beneath, and stain him with Dotl lesson happier men, and shames at least thro disgrace.
0. It ame to pass, that when he did address Then the pirates of Parga that awell by the waves Himself to quit at length this mountain-land, And teach the pale Franks what it is to be alaros, Combined marauders half-way barr'd egress, Shall leave on the beach the long galloy and oas, And wasted far and near with glaive and brand; And track to his covert the captive on shore. And therefore did he take a trusty band To traverse Acarnania's forest wide,
6. Ir war well season'd, and with labors tann'd, I ask not the pleasures that riches supply, Till he did greet white Achelous tide,
My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy ; And from his further bank Ætolia's wolds esp:ed. Shall win the young bride with her long flowing bais
And many a maid from her mother shall tear. LXX. Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove,
7. and weary waves retire to gleam at rest,
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth, How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove,
Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall sooth; Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast,
Let her bring from the chamber her many-to:clyze As winds come lightly whispering from the west And sing us a song on the fall of her sire. Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene: Here Harold was received a welcome guest;
8. Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene,
Remember the moment when Previsa fell,"? For many a joy could he from Night's soft presence The shrieks of the conquer'd, the conquerors' yell glean.
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we sbared LXXI.
The wealthy we slaughter'd, the lovely we spared On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed,
9. The feast was done, the red wine circling fast, 28 And he that unawares had there ygazed
I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear; With gaping wonderment had stared aghast;
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past,
Since the days of our prophet the Crescent ne'er sa The native revels of the troop began;
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pashaw. Each Palikar29 his sabre from him cast,
10. And bounding hand in hand, man link'd to man, Selling their uncouth dirge, long daunced the kirtled Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped, clan.
Let the yellow-hair'd * Giaourst view his horse i LXXII.
(bank Childe Harold at a little distance stood
When his Delhisø come dashing in boci o'er th And view'd, but not displeased, the revelrie,
How few siiall escape from the Muscovite ranke! Nor hated harmless mirth, however rude;
ii. In sooth, it was no vulgar sight to see Their barbarous, yet their not indecent, glee;
Selictar! || unsheathe then our chief's scimitar: And, as the flames along their faces gleam'd,
Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of war. Their gestures nimble, dark eyes flashing free,
Ye mountains, that see us descend to the shore, The long wild locks that to their girdles stream'a, Shall view us as victors, or view us no wore! While thus in concert they this lay half sang, half scream'd : 30
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth ! *** 7) 'I'AMBOURGI! Tambourgi!* thy 'larum afar Immortal, though no more; though fullen, grea Gires hope to the valiant, and promise of war; Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth All the sons of the mountains arise at the note, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate? Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote!
Not such thy sons who whilome did await,
The hopeless warriors of a willing doom, 2.
In bleak Thermopyla's sepulchral straitOh! who is more brave than a dark Suliote,
Oh! who that gallant spirit shall resume, In his snowy camese and his shaggy capote?
Leap from Eurota's banks, and call three from a To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock,
tomb? And descends to the plain like the stream from the
Spirit of freedom! when op Phyle's brown
Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his truin, Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive
Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which ad The fault of a friend, bid an enemy live ?
Dims the green beauties of thine Aitic plain? Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego ?
Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain, What ma'k is so fair as the breast of a fue ?
But every carle can lord it o'er thy land;
Nor rise thy sons, but idly rail in vair, Macedonia sends forth her invincible race;
Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish tan
From birth till death enslaved ; in word, in der For a time they alandon the cave and the chase:
unmann'd. But those scarfs of blood-red shall be redder, before The subre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.
• Yllows the epitet given to the Rrussians.
Hils Mr the fansher: U Paris.