LXIX.

It came to pass, that when he did address
Himself to quit at length this mountain land,
Combined marauders halfway barred egress,
And wasted far and near with glaive and brand;
And therefore did he take a trusty band

To traverse Acarnania's forest wide,

In war well season'd, and with labours tann'd,
Till he did greet white Achelous' tide,

And from his further bank Ætolia's wolds espied.

LXX.

Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove,
And weary waves retire to gleam at rest,
How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove,
Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast,
As winds come lightly whispering from the west,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene :-
Here Harold was received a welcome guest;

Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene,

For many a joy could he from Night's soft presence glean.

LXXI.

On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed,
The feast was done, the red wine circling fast,

And he that unawares had there ygazed

With gaping wonderment had stared aghast ;
For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past,
The native revels of the troop began ;

Each Palikar his sabre from him cast,

And bounding hand in hand, man link'd to man,

Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunced the kirtled

clan.

LXXII.

Childe Harold at a little distance stood, And view'd, but not displeased, the revelrie, Nor hated harmless mirth, however rude: In sooth, it was no vulgar sight to see Their barbarous, yet their not indecent, glee: And as the flames along their faces gleam'd, Their gestures nimble, dark eyes flashing free, The long wild locks that to their girdles stream'd, While thus in concert they this lay half sang, half screamed:

I.

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 descends 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.

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.

Remember the moment when Previsa fell,

The shrieks of the conquer'd, the conquerors' yell;
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared,
The wealthy we slaughter'd, 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.

IO.

Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,

Let the yellow-hair'd Giaours view his horsetail with with dread;

When his Delhis come dashing in blood o'er the banks, How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks !

II.

Selictar! 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!
Immortal, though no more, though fallen, great!
Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth,
And long accustomed bondage uncreate ?
Not such thy sons who whilome did await,
The hopeless warriors of a willing doom,
In bleak Thermopylæ's sepulchral strait
Oh, who that gallant spirit shall resume,

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

LXXIV.

Spirit of Freedom, when on Phyle's brow

Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train,

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, unmann'd.

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 burn'd anew
With thy unquenched beam, lost Liberty!
And many dream withal the hour is nigh
That gives them back their father's 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;

Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest

The 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,

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 the pleasaunce each his secret share,
In motley robe to dance at masking ball,
And join the mimic train of merry Carnival.