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The moon is up by Heaven, a lovely eve! More blest the life of godly Eremite,
Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand; Such as on lonely Athos may be seen,
Now lads on shore may sigh, and maids believe. Watching at eve upon the giant height,
Such be our fate when we return to land !

Which looks n'er waves so blue, skies so sei eue
Meantime, some rude Arion's restless hand

That he who there at such an hour hath been
Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love; Will wistful linger on that hallowed spot;
A circle there of merry listeners stand,

Then slowly tear him from the witching scene,
Or to some well-known measure featly move, Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot,
Thoughtless, as if on shore they still were free to Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.



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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:
Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side,

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,
Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest.


Thus Harold deem'd, as on that lady's eye
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,

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 !



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Little knew she that seeming marble heart, Childe Harold sail'd, and pass'd the barren spoti
Now mask d in silence or withheld by pride, Where sad Penelope o'erlook'd the wave;
Wis not unskilful in the spoiler's art,

And onward view'd the mount, not yet forgot,
And spread its soares licentious far and wide; The lovers refuge, and the Lesbian’s grave.
Nor from the base pursuit hud turn'd aside, Dark Sappho! could not verse immortal save
As long as aught wils worthy to pursue:

That breast imbued with such immortal fire ?
Ba Herold on such arts no more reliel;

Could she not live who life eternal gave?
And had he duted on those eyes so blue,

If life eternal may await the lyre,
iet nerer would he join the lover's whining crew. That only Heaven to which Earth's children mai


Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast, 'Twas on a Grecian autumn's gentle eve
Who thinks that wantou thing is won by sighs;

Childe Harold hail'd Leucadia's cape afar;
What careth she for hearts when once possess'd ? A spot he long'd to see, nor cared to leave.
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes ;

Oft did he mark the scenes of vanish'd war,
But not ton humbly, or she will despise

Actium, Lepanto, fatal Trafalgar; 13
Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes : Mark them unmoved, for he would not delight
Disguise ev'n tenderness, if thou art wise ;

(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.

'Tis an old lesson ; Time approves it true,

But when he saw the evening star above
And those who know it best, deplore it most;

Leucadia's far-projecting rock of wo,
When all is won that all desire to woo,

And hail'd the last resort of fruitless love,"4
The pultry prize is hardly worth the cost;

He felt, or deem'd he felt, no common glow;
Yonth musted, mind- degradedd, honor lost, And as the stately vessel glided slow
These are thy fruits, successful Passion! these! Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
If, kindly cruel, early Hope is crost,

He watch'd the billows' melancholy flow,
Sull to the last it rankles, a disease,

And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
Not to be cured when Love itself forgets to please. More placid seem'd his eye, and smooth his pallid


Anir! nor let me loiter in my song,

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,
By pensive Sadness, not by Fiction, led-

Arrayed in many a dun and purple streak,
Chines, fair withal as ever mortal head

Arise ; and, as the clouds along them break,
Immagined in its little schemes of thought;

Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer :
Or e'or in new Utopias were read,

Here roams the wolf, the eagle whets his beak,
To teach man what he might be, or he onght; Birds, beasts of prey, and wilder men appear,
If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught. And gathering storms around convulse the closing


Dear Vature is the kindest mother still,

Now Harold felt himself at length alone,
Thongh alway changing, in her aspect mild ; And bade to Christian tonglies a long adieu ;
Prom her bare bosom let me take my fill,

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
Where nothing polish'd dares pollute her path; Peril he sought not, but ne'er shrank to meet;
To me by day or night she ever smiled,

The scene was savage, but the scene was new;
Though I have mark'd her when none other hath, This made the censeless toil of travel sweet,
And sought her more and more, and loved her best Beat back keen winter's thes, and welcomca sum
in wrath.

mer's heat.

Land of Albania! where Iskander rose,

Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,
Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise, Though sadly scoff*d at by the cireumcised,
And he his nanosuke, whose oft-ballled foex Forgets that pride to pamper'd priesthood dear.
Shrunk frota his deeds of chivalrous emprize : Churchman and votary alike despised.
I.and of Albania! let me bend mine eyes

Foul Superstition! howsoe'er disguised,
On ther, thou rugged nurse of savage men! Idol, saint, virgin, prophet, crescent, cross,
The Cross descents, thy minarets arise,

For whatsoever symbol thou art prized,
And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen,

Thou sacerilotal gain, but general loss!
Ihr uph many a cypress grove within each city's Who from true worship’s gold can separate thy


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Ambracia's gulf behold, where once was lost Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
A world for woman, lovely, harmless thing! Nature's volcanic amphitheatre, 22
In yonder rippling bay, their naval host

Chimara's alps cxtend from left to right;
Did many a Roman chief and Asian king 15 Beneath, a living valley seems to stir ;
To doubtful conflict, certain slaughter bring: Flocks play, trees wave, streams tiow, the mountsis
Look where the second Cæsar's trophies rose! 16 Nodding above: behold black Acheron ! 23
Now, like the hands that rear'd them, withering : Once consecrated to the sepulchre.
Imperial anarchs, doubling human woes !

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,
To match some spots that lurk within this lowering Or in his cave awaits the tempest's short-lived shock


Oh! where, Dodona! is thine aged grove
He pass'd bleak Pindus, Acherusia's lake, 17

Prophetic fount, and oracle divine?
And left the primal city of the land,
And onwards did his further journey take

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.


Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill,
Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit, *
Rising in lofty ranks, and loftier still,

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.

ing ylen.

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



Richly caparison'd, a ready row

It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard
Of armed horse, and many a warlike store, Ill suits the passions which belong to youth;
Circled the wide extending court below;

Love conquers age-s0 Hafiz hath averr'd,
Alore, strange groups adorn'd the corridor; So sings the Teian, and he sings in sooth-
And ofttimes through the area's echoing door But crimes that scorn the tender voice of Ruth,
Some high-capp'd Tartar spurr'd his steed away: Beseeming all men ill, but most the man
'The Turk, the Greek, the Albanian, and the Moor, In years, have mark'd him with a tiger's tooth;
Here mingled in their many-hued array,

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.


The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee,

'Mid many things most new to ear and eye
With shawl-girt head and ornamented gun,

The pilgrim rested here his weary feet,
And gold-embroider'd garmerts, fair to see ;

And gazed around on Moslem luxury,
The crimson-scarfed men of Macedon;

Till quickly wearied with that spacious seat
The Delhi with his cap of terror on,

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.


Are mix'd conspicuous : some recline in groups,

Fierce are Albania's children, yet they lack
Scanning the motley scene that varies round;

Not virtues, were those virtues more mature.
There some grave Moslem to devotion stoops,

Where is the foe that ever saw their back?
And some that smoke, and some that play, are

Who can so well the toil of war endure?

Their native fastnesses not more secure
Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground;

Than they in doubtful tiines of troublous neod:
Half whispering there the Greek is heard to prate;

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
Just at this season Ramazani's fast

Thronging to war in splendor and success;
Through the long day its penance did maintain: And after viewed them when, within their power
But when the lingering twilight hour was past, Himself, awhile the victim of distress;
Revel and feast assumed the rule again:

That saddening hour wlien bad men hotlicr press
Now all was bustle, and the menial train

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
Here ornan's voice is never heard : apart,

Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore,
And scarce permitted, guarded, veil'd, to move, When all around was desolate and dark,
She fields to one her person and her heart, To land was perilous, to sojourn more;
Tamed to her cage, nor feels a wish to rove; Yet for a while the mariners forbore,
, not unhappy in her master's love,

Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk : (8010
And juyful in a mother's gentlest cares,

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.


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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.

with dread;

(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.
• Drumuner.
Herren, auswertug to our forturii hupe.


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