Thou know'st not, reck'st not to what region, so V. Or burst the banish'd Hero's lofty mound; Far on the solitary shore he sleeps: 2 He fell, and falling nations mourn'd around; But now not one of saddening thousands weeps, Nor warlike-worshipper his vigil keeps Where demi-gods appear'd, as records tell. Remove yon skull from out the scatter'd heaps : Is that a temple where a God may dwell? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell! VI. Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul: And Passion's host, that never brook'd control: ["Still wilt thou harp."— MS.] 2 It was not always the custom of the Greeks to burn their dead; the greater Ajax, in particular, was interred entire. Almost all the chiefs became gods after their decease; and he was indeed neglected, who had not annual games near his tomb, or festivals in honour of his memory by his countrymen, as Achilles, Brasidas, &c., and at last even Antinous, whose death was as heroic as his life was infamous. VII. Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son! There no forced banquet claims the sated guest, VIII. Yet if, as holiest men have deem'd, there be With those who made our mortal labours light! The Bactrian, Samian sage, and all who taught the right! i IX. There, thou!-whose love and life together fled, Have left me here to love and live in vainTwined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead When busy Memory flashes on my brain? [In the original MS., for this magnificent stanza, we find what follows: "Frown not upon me, churlish Priest ! that I Look not for life, where life may never be ; Thou pitiest me,-alas! I envy thee, Thou bold discoverer in an unknown sea, Of happy isles and happier tenants there; I ask thee not to prove a Sadducee; Still dream of Paradise, thou knows't not where, But lov'st too well to bid thine erring brother share."] D Well-I will dream that we may meet again, If aught of young Remembrance then remain, For me 'twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest! 1 X. Here let me sit upon this massy stone, 2 XI. But who, of all the plunderers of yon fane [Lord Byron wrote this stanza at Newstead, in October, 1811, on hearing of the death of his Cambridge friend, young Eddlestone; "making," he says, "the sixth, within four months, of friends and relations that I have lost between May and the end of August."] 2 ["The thought and the expression," says Professor Clarke, in a letter to the poet, "are here so truly Petrarch's, that I would ask you whether you ever read,— 'Poi quando 'l vero sgombra Quel dolce error pur li medesmo assido, Me freddo, pietra morta in pietra viva; In guisa d' uom chè pensi e piange e scriva.' "Thus rendered by Wilmot,— 'But when rude truth destroys The loved illusion of the dreamed sweets, I sit me down on the cold rugged stone, Less cold, less dead than I, and think and weep alone.""] 3 The temple of Jupiter Olympius, of which sixteen columns, entirely of marble, yet survive: originally there were one hundred and fifty. These columns, however, are by many supposed to have belonged to the Pantheon. The latest relic of her ancient reign; The last, the worst, dull spoiler, who was he? Thy free-born men should spare what once was free; Yet they could violate each saddening shrine, And bear these altars o'er the long-reluctant brine. 1 XII. But most the modern Pict's ignoble boast, To rive what Goth, and Turk, and Time hath spared: 2 His mind as barren and his heart as hard, Is he whose head conceived, whose hand prepared, Aught to displace Athena's poor remains: Her sons too weak the sacred shrine to guard, Yet felt some portion of their mother's pains, 4 And never knew, till then, the weight of Despot's chains. XIII. What! shall it e'er be said by British tongue, Though in thy name the slave her bosom wrung, 1 The ship was wrecked in the Archipelago. 2 See Appendix, Note A, for some strictures on the removal of the works of art from Athens. 3 ["Cold and accursed as his native coast."-MS.] 4 I cannot resist availing myself of the permission of my friend Dr. Clarke, whose name requires no comment with the public, but whose sanction will add tenfold weight to my testimony, to insert the following extract from a very obliging letter of his to me, as a note to the above lines:-"When the last of the Metopes was taken from the Parthenon, and, in moving of it, great part of the superstructure with one of the triglyphs was thrown down by the workmen whom Lord Elgin employed, the Disdar, who beheld the mischief done to the building, took his pipe from his mouth, dropped a tear, and, in a supplicating tone of voice, said to Lusieri, Téλos! I was present." The Disdar alluded to was the father of the present Disdar. The ocean queen, the free Britannia, bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land: Yes, she, whose gen'rous aid her name endears, Tore down those remnants with a harpy's hand, Which envious Eld forbore, and tyrants left to stand.1 XIV. Where was thine Ægis, Pallas! that appall'd What! could not Pluto spare the chief once more, Nor now preserv'd the walls he loved to shield before. [After stanza xiii. the original MS. has the following: "Come, then, ye classic Thanes of each degree, Than ye should bear one stone from wrong'd Athena's site. "Or will the gentle Dilettanti crew Now delegate the task to digging Gell, His pencil, pen, and shade, alike without a flaw."] 2 According to Zosimus, Minerva and Achilles frightened Alaric from the Acropolis; but others relate that the Gothic king was nearly as mischievous as the Scottish peer. See Chandler. |