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Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side, The foul, the fair, the contrary, the kind, To gaze on Dian's wave-reflected sphere;
As breezes rise and fall and billows swell, The soul forgets her schemes of Ilope and Till on some jocund morn-lo, land! and all Pride,
is well. And flies unconscious o'er each backward
But not in silence pass Calypso's isles, None are so desolate but something dear, The sister tenants of the middle deep; Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd There for the weary still a haven smiles, A thought, and claims the homage of a tear; Though the fair goddess long hath ceased to A flashing pang! of which the weary breast
weep, Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart And o'er her cliffs a fruitless watch to keep
For him who dared prefer a mortal bride:
Here, too, his boy essay'd the dreadful leap To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, Stern Mentor urged from high to yonder tide; To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, While thus of both bereft, the nymph-queen Where things that own not man's dominion
doubly sighd. dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been; Her reign is past, her gentle glories gone : To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, But trust not this; too easy youth, beware! With the wild flock that never needs a A mortal sovereign holds her dangerous fold;
throne, Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to And thou may'st find a new Calypso there.
Sweet Florence! could another ever share. This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold This wayward, loveless heart, it would be Converse with Nature's charms, and view
thine : her stores unroll’d. But check'd by every tie, I may not dare
To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine, But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang
for mine. To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, Thus Harold deem’d, as on that lady's eye With none who bless us, none whom we can lle look’d, and met its beam without a
thought, Minions ofsplendour shrinking from distress! Save Admiration glancing harmless by: None that, with kindred consciousness en- Love kept aloof, albeit not far remote,
Who knew his votary often lost and caught, If we were not, would seem to smile the less But knew him as his worshipper no more, Of all that flatter'd, followd, sought and And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought:
Since now he vainly urged him to adore, This is to be alone; this, this is solitude! Well deem’d the little God his ancient sway
was o'er. More blest the life of godly Eremite, Such as on lonely Athos may be seen, Fair Florence found, in sooth with some Watching at Eve upon the giant height, Which looks o'er waves so blue, skies so One who, 'twas said, still sigh'd to all he
serene, That he who there at such an hour hath Withstand, unmoved, the lustre of her gaze,
Which others haild with real, or mimic awe, Will wistful linger on that hallow'd spot; Their hope, their doom, their punishment, Then slowly tear him from the 'witching
their law; scene,
All that gay Beauty from her bondsmen Sigh forth one wish that such had been his
And much she marvell’d that a youth so raw Then turn to hate a world he had almost Nor felt, nor feign'd at least, the oft-told forgot.
Which, though sometimes they frown, yet Pass we the long, unvarying course,
rarely anger dames. track Oft trod, that never leaves a trace behind ; Little knew she that seeining marble-heart, Pass we the calm, the gale, the change, the Now mask'd in silence or withheld by pride,
Was not unskilful in the spoiler's art, And each well known caprice of wave and And spread its snares licentious far and wind;
wide; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find, Nor from the base pursuit had turn’d aside, Coop'd in their winged sea-girt citadel; As long as aught was worthy to pursue:
But Harold on such arts no more relied; Childe Harold sail'd and pass'd the barren And had he doated on those eyes so blue,
spot, Yet never would he join the lover's whining Where sad Penelope o'erlook'd the wave;
And onward view'd the mount, not yet
forgot, Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast, The lover's refuge, and the Lesbian's grave. Who thinks that wanton thing is won by Dark Sappho! could not verse immortal save
That breast imbued with such immortal fire? What careth she for hearts when once pos- Could she not live who life eternal gave?
If life eternal may await the lyre, Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes ;. That only Heaven to which Earth's childBut not too humbly, or she will despise
ren may aspire. Thee and thy suit, though told in moving
"Twas or a Grecian autumn's gentle eve Disguise even tenderness, if thou art wise; Childe Harold hail'd Leucadia's cape afar; Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes; A spot he long’d to see, nor cared to leave: Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passion Oft did he mark the scenes of vanish'd war,
crowns thy hopes. Actium, Lepanto, fatal Trafalgar;
Mark them unmoved, for he would not Tis an old lesson; Time approves it true,
delight And those who know it best, deplore it most; (Born beneath some remote inglorious star) When all is won that all desire to woo, În themes of bloody fray, or gallant fight, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost : But loathed the bravo's trade, and laugh'd Youth wasted, minds degraded, honour lost,
at martial wight. These are thy fruits,successful Passion!these! If, kindly cruel, early Hope is crost, But when he saw the evening-star above Still to the last it rankles, a disease, Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe, Not to be cured when Love itself forgets And hail'd the last resort of fruitless love,
tu please. He felt, or deem'd he felt, no common glow :
And as the stately vessel glided slow Away! nor let me loiter in my song, Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount, For we have many a mountain-path to tread, He watch'd the billows' melancholy flow, And many varied shore to sail along, And , sunk albeit in thought as he was wont, By pensive Sadness, not by Fiction, led - More placid seem'd his eye, and smooth Climes, fair withal as ever mortal head
his pallid front. Imagined in its little schemes of thought; Or e'er in new Utopias were ared, Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's To teach man what he might be, or he ought;
hills, If that corrupted thing could ever such be Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak,
rills, Dear Nature is the kindest mother still, Array'd in many a dun and purple streak, Though alway changing, in her aspect mild; Arise; as the clouds along them break, From her bare bosom let me take my fill, Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer: Her never-wean'd, though not her favour'a Here roams the wolf, the eagle whets his child.
beak, Oh! she is fairest in her features wild, Birds, beasts of prey, and wilder men apWhere nothing polish'd dares pollute her
pear, path :
And gathering storms around convulse the To me by day or night she ever smiled,
closing year. Though I have mark d her when none other
Now Harold felt himself at length alone, And sought her more and more, and loved And bade to Christian tongnes a long adien ;
her best in wrath. Now he adventured on a shore unknown,
Which all admire, but many dread to view : Land of Albania! where Iskander rose, His breast was arm'd 'gainst fate, his wants Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise,
were few; And he, his naine-sake, whose oft-baffled foes Peril he sought not, but ne'er shrank to meet, Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprize: The scene was savage, but the scene was new; Land of Albania! let me bend mine eyes
This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet, On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage inen! Beat back keen winter's blast, and welcomed The cross descends, thy minarets arise,
summer's heat. And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen, Through many a cypress-grove within each Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,
Forgets that pride to pamper'd Priesthood | The convent's white walls glisten fair on dear;
high: Churchman and votary alike despised. Here dwells the caloyer, nor rude is he, Foul Superstition ! howsoe'er disguised, Nor niggard of his cheer; the passer by Idol, saint, virgin, prophet, crescent, cross, Is welcome still; nor heedless will he flee For whatsoever symbol thou art prized, From hence, if he delight kind Nature's Thru sacerdotal gain, but general loss !
sheen to see. Who froin true worship’s gold can separate
Here in the sultriest season let him rest,
Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees; Ambracia's gulph behold, where once was lost Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his A world for woman, lovely, harmless thing!
breast, In yonder rippling bay, their naval host From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze: Did inany a Roman chief and Asian king The plain is far beneath-oh! let him seize To doubtful conflict,certain slaughter bring: Pure pleasure while he can; the scorching Look where the second Cæsar's trophies rose!
ray Now, like the hands that reard them, wi- Here pierceth not, impregnate with disease:
Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay, Imperial Anarchs, doubling human woes! And gaze, untired, the morn, the noon, the God! was thy globe ordain'd for such to
eve away. win and lose?
Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight, From the dark barriers of that rugged clime, Nature's volcanic amphitheatre, Even to the centre of Nlyria's vales, Chimæra's alps extend from left to right: Childe Harold pass'd o'er many a mount Beneath, a living valley seems to stir;
Flocks play, trees wave, streams flow, the Through lands scarce noticed in historic
mountain-fir tales ;
Nodding above: behold black Acheron ! Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales Once consecrated to the sepulchre. Are rarely seen: nor can fair Tempe boast Pluto! if this be hell I look upon, A charm they know not; loved Parnassus Close shamed Elysium's gates, my shade fails,
shall seek for none ! Tho' classic ground and consecrated most, To match some spots that lurk within this Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;
lowering coast. Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
Veild by the screen of hills: here men are He pass'd bleak Pindus, Acherusia's lake,
few, And left the primal city of the land, Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot; And onwards did his further journey take But, peering down each precipice, the goat To greet Albania's chief, whose dread com- Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scatter'd flock,
The little shepherd in his white capote Is lawless law; for with a bloody hand Doth lean his boyish form along the rock, He sways a nation, turbulent and bold : Or in his cave awaits the tempest's shortYet here and there some daring mountain
lived shock. band Disdain his power, and from their rocky hold Oh! where, Dodona! is thine aged grove, Hurl their defiance far, nor yield, unless to Prophetic fount, and oracle divine ?
What valley echoed the response of Jove ?
What trace remaineth of the thunderer's Monastie Zitza! from thy shady brow,
shrine? Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground! All, all forgotten-and shall man repine Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke? What rainbow tints, what magic charins are Cease, fool! the fate of gods may well be found!
thine: Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, Wooldst thou survive the marble or the oak ? And bluest skies that harmonize the whole: When nations, tongues, and worlds must sink Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound
beneath the stroke! Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet Epirus' bounds recede, and mountains fail;
please the soul. Tired of up-gazing still, the wearied eye
Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill, As ever Spring yclad in grassy dye: Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh E'vn on a plain no humble beauties lie, Rising in lofty ranks, and loftier still, Where some bold river breaks the long Might well itself be deemd of dignity,
And woods along the banks are waving high, The Muezzin's call doth shake the minaret, Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance, There is no god but God !-- to prayer--lo! Or with the moon-beam sleep in midnight's
God is great! solemn trance.
Just at this season Ramazani's fast The Sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit, Through the long day its penance did mainAnd Laos wide and fierce came roaring ly;
tain: The shades of wonted night were gathering But when the lingering twilight-hour was yet,
past, When,down the steep banks winding warily, Revel and feast assumed the rule again : Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky, Now all was bustle, and the menial train The glittering minarets of Tepalen, Prepared and spread the plenteous board Whose walls o'erlook the stream ; and draw
within; ing nigh,
The vacant gallery now seein'd made in vain, He heard the busy hum of warrior-men But from the chambers came the mingling Swelling the breeze that sigh'd along the lengthening glen. As page and slave anon were passing out
and in, He pass'd the sacred Haram's silent And underneath the wide o'erarching gate Here woman's voice is never heard : apart, Survey'd the dwelling of this chief of power, And scarce perinitted, guarded, veild, to Where all around proclaiind his high estate. Amidst no common pump the despot sate, She yields to one her person and her heart, While busy preparations shook the court, Tamed to her cage, nor feels a wish to rove: Slaves, eunuchs, soldiers, guests, and san- For, not unhappy in her master's love,
tons wait; And joyful in a mother's gentlest cares, Within, a palace, and without, a fort: Blest cares! all other feelings far above! Here men of every clime appear to make Herself more sweetly rears the babe she resort.
Who never quits the breast, no Richly caparison'd, a ready row
passion shares. of armed horse, and many a warlike store Circled the wide extending court below : In marble-paved pavilion, where a spring Above, strange groups adorn’d the corridor; of living water from the centre rose, And oft-times through theArea's echoing door Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling, Some high-capp'd Tartar spurr'd his steed And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose,
Ali reclined, a man of war and woes; The Turk, the Greek, the Ålbanian, and Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace,
WhileGentleness her milder radiance throws Here mingled in their many-hued array, Along that aged venerable face, While the deep war-drum's sound announced The deeds that lurk beneath, and stain bim the close of day.
The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee, It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard With shawl-girt head and ornamented gun, ml suits the passions which belong to youth; And gold-embroider'd garments, fair to see; Love conquers age---so Hafiz hath averr’d, The crimson-scarfed men of Macedon; So sings the Teian, and he sings in soothThe Delhi with his cap of terror on, But crimes that scorn the tender voice of And crooked glaive; the lively,suppleGreek;
Ruth, And swarthy Nabia's mutilated son; Beseeming all men ill, but most the man The bearded Turk that rarely deigns to In years, have mark'd him with a tiger's speak,
tooth; Master of all around, too potent to be meek, Blood follows blood, and, through their Are mix'd conspicuous : some recline In bloodier acts conclude those who with groups,
blood began. Scanning the motley scene that varies round; There some grave Moslem to devotion stoops, Mid many things most new to ear and eye And some that sinoke, and some that play, The pilgrim rested here his weary feet,
are found; And gazed around on Moslem luxury, Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground; Till quickly wearied with that spacious seat Half whispering there the Greek is heard. Of Wealth and Wantonness, the choice to prate;
retreat Hark! from the mosque the nightly solemn of sated Grandeur from the city's noise :
And were it humbler it in sooth were sweet;
But Peace abhorreth artificial joys, It came to pass, that when he did address AndPleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of Himself to quit at length this mountain-land,
both destroys. Combined marauders half-way barr'd egress,
And wasted far and near with glaive and Fierce are Albania's children, yet they lack
brand; Not virtues, were those virtues more mature. And therefore did he take a trusty band Where is the foe that ever saw their back? To traverse Acarnania's forest wide, Who can so well the toil of war endure? In war well season’d,and with labours tann'd, Their native fastnesses not more secure Till he did greet white Achelous' tide, Than they in doubtful time of troublous And from his further bank Ætolia's wolds need :
espied. Their wrath how deadly! but their friend
Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove, When Gratitude or Valour bids them bleed, And weary waves retire to gleam at rest, Unshaken rushing on where'er their chief How brown the foliage of the green hill's
Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain's
ering from the Thronging to war in splendour and success;
west, And after view'd them, when, within their Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene:
Here Harold was received a welcome guest, Himself awhile the victim of distress; Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene, That saddening hour when bad men hotlier For many a joy could he from Night's soft press :
presence glean. But these did shelter him beneath their
On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly When less barbarians would have cheer'd
blazed, him less,
The feast was done, the red wine circling And fellow countrymen have stood aloof
fast, In aught that tries the heart how few with And he that unawares had there ygazed
stand the proof! With gaping wonderment had stared aghast;
For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was It chanced that adverse winds once drove
past his bark
The native revels of the troop began; Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore, Each Palikar his sabre from him cast, When all around was desolate and dark; And bounding hand in hand, man link'd To land was perilous, to sojourn inore ;
to man, Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunced Dubious to trust where treachery might
the kirtled clan. lurk : At length they ventured forth, though doubt-Childe Harold at a little distance stood
And view'd 'but not displeased, the revelrie, That those who loathe alike the Frank and Nor hated harmless mirth, however rude :
In sooth, it was no vulgar sight to see Might once again renew their ancient bnt- Their barbarous, yet their not indecent,glee,
cher-work. And, as the flames along their faces gleam'd,
Their gestures nimble, dark eyes flashing Vain fear! the Suliotes stretch'd the wel
free, come hand, The long wild locks that to their girdles Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous
While thus in concert they this lay half sang, Kinder than polish'd slaves though not so
half scream'd : bland, And piled the hearth, and wrung their TAMBOURGI! Tambourgi! thy 'larum afar
garments damp, Gives hope to the valiant and promise of war; And fill'd the bowl, and trimm'd the cheer- | All the sons of the mountains arise at the note,
Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote! And spread their fare; though homely, all
they had : Oh! who is more brave than a dark Suliote, Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare In his snowy camese and his shaggy capote?
To the wolf and the vulture be leaves his To rest the weary and to soothe the sad,
wild flock, Doth lesson happier men, and shames at And descends to the plain like the stream least the bad.
from the rock.