THIRD CANTO. THE SCENE IS EXTENDED FROM THAT PART OF THE ARCHIPELAGO WHICH LIES TEN MILES TO THE NORTHWARD OF FALCONERA TO CAPE COLONNA IN ATTICA. THE TIME ABOUT SEVEN HOURS,FROM ONE UNTIL EIGHT IN THE MORNING. I. The beneficial Influence of Poetry in the Civilization of Mankind-Diffidence of the Author,- -II. Wreck of the Mizenmast cleared away-Ship put before the Wind -Labours much-Different Stations of the OfficersAppearance of the Island of Falconera.III. Excursion to the adjacent Nations of Greece renowned in AntiSocrates Plato- Aristides-Solonquity-Athens Corinth-Its Architecture-Sparta-Leonidas-Invasion by Xerxes-Lycurgus-Epaminondas-Present State of the Spartans-Arcadia-Former Happiness and FertilityIts present Distress the Effect of Slavery-Ithaca-Ulysses and Penelope-Argos and Mycæne-Agamemnon-Macronisi-Lemnos-Vulcan-Delos-Apollo and DianaTroy-Sestos-Leander and Hero-Delphos-Temple of Apollo-Parnassus-The Muses. IV. Subject resumed -Address to the Spirits of the Storm-A Tempest, accompanied with Rain, Hail, and Meteors-Darkness of the Night, Lightning and Thunder-Daybreak-St. George's Cliffs open upon them-The Ship, in great danger, passes the Island of St. George.-V. Land of Athens appearsHelmsman struck blind by Lightning-Ship laid broadside to the Shore-Bowsprit, Foremast, and Main Topmast carried away-Albert, Rodmond, Arion, and Palemon strive to save themselves on the wreck of the ForemastThe Ship parts asunder-Death of Albert and Rodmond -Arion reaches the shore-Finds Palemon expiring on the Beach-His Dying Address to Arion, who is led away by the humane Natives. DRAWN BY RICHARD WESTALL, R.A. ENGRAVED BY FENGLEHEART: PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE, PICCADILLY, OCT. 1,1819. THE SHIPWRECK. CANTO III. 1. W HEN in a barbarous age, with blood defiled, The human savage roam'd the gloomy wild; When sullen Ignorance her flag display'd, And Rapine and Revenge her voice obey'd; Sent from the shores of light the Muses came The dark and solitary race to tame, The war of lawless passions to control, To melt in tender sympathy the soul; The heart's remote recesses to explore, And touch its springs when prose avail'd no more: |