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Poised by the floo, e'en on the height. The foliage in which Fame, the eagle, thou hollesi,

built Thou mayxt nou learn how the full tide Her acrie, while Dominion whelpeil of power

below. Ebls to its depths - Inheritor of glory. The stonn is in its branches, and the Conceived in darkness, born in biol,

frost and nourished

Is on its leaves, and the blank deep With tears and toil, thou seest the mortal expects throes

Oblivion on oblivion, spoil on spoil, Of that whose birth was but the same. Ruin on ruin :- Thou art slow, my son; The Past

The Anarchs of the world of darkness Now stands before thee like an Incar. I keep nation

A throne for thee, round which thine of the To-come; yet wouldst thou empire lies commune with

Boundless and mute; and for thy subThat portion of thyself which was ere jects thou,

Like us, shalt rule the ghosts of murdered Didst start for this brief race whose life, crown is death,

The phantoms of the powers who rule Dissolve with that strong faith and fer thee nowvent passion

Mutinous passions, and conflicting fears, Which called it from the uncreated deep, And hopes that sate themselves on dust Yon cloud of war, with its tempestuous and die ! phantoms

Stript of their mortal strength, as thou Or raging death ; and draw with mighty

of thine. will

Islam must fall, but we will reign toThe imperial shade hither.

gether [Exit AHASI'ERUS. Over its ruins in the world of death :Mahmud.

Approach! And if the trunk be dry, yet shall the Phantom.

I come

seed Thence whither thou must go! The Unfold itself even in the shape of that grave is fitter

Which gathers birth in its decay. Woe! To take the living than give up the woe! dead;

To the weak people tangled in the grasp Yet has thy faith prevailed, and I am Of its last spasms. here.

| Jahmud Spirit, woe to all ! The heavy fragments of the power which Woe to the wronged and the avenger! fell

Woe When I arose, like shapeless crags and To the destroyer, woe to the destroyed ! clouds,

Woe to the dupe, and woe to the Ilang round my throne on the abyss, deceiver ! and voices

Woe to the oppressed, and woe to the of strange lament soothe my supreme oppressor ! repose,

Woe both to those that suffer and inflict: Wailing for glory never to return. | Those who are born and those who die! A later Empire nods in its decay :

but say, The autumn of a greener faith is come, Imperial shadow of the thing I am, And wolfish change, like winter, howls When, how, lwy whom, Destruction must to strip


Her consummation?

Never to be attained.-I must rebuke Phantom. Ask the cold pale Hour, | This drunkenness of triumph ere it die, Rich in reversion of impending death, And dying, bring despair. Victory! When he shall fall upon whose ripe gray

poor slaves! hairs

[Exit MAHMUD. Sit Care, and Sorrow, and Infirmity- | Voice without. Shout in the jubilee The weight which Crime, whose wings of death! The Greeks are plumed with years,

Are as a brood of lions in the net Leaves in his fight from ravaged heart Round which the kingly hunters of the to heart

earth Over the heads of men, under which Stand smiling. Anarchs, ye whose burthen

daily food They bow themselves unto the grave : Are curses, groans, and gold, the fruit fond wretch!

• of death He leans upon his crutch, and talks of From Thule to the girdle of the world, years

Come, feast ! the board groans with the To come, and how in hours of youth flesh of men; renewed

The cup is foaming with a nation's blood, He will renew lost joys, and—-

Famine and Thirst await ! eat, drink,
Voice without. Victory! Victory! and die!
[The Phantom vanishes.

Semichorus I.
Mahmud. What sound of the im. Victorious Wrong, with vulture scream,

portunate earth has broken Salutes the risen sun, pursues the flying My mighty trance ?

day! Voice without. Victory! Victory! I saw her, ghastly as a tyrant's dream, Mahmut. Weak lightning before Perch on the trembling pyramid of night,

darkness ! poor faint smile Bencath which earth and all her realms or dying Islam ! Voice which art the pavilioned lay response

In visions of the dawning undelight. Of hollow weakness! Do I wake and Who shall impede her flight ? live?

Who rob her of her prey ? Were there such things, or may the unl Voice without. Victory! Victory! quiet brain,

Russia's famished eagles Vexed by the wise mad talk of the old | Dare not to prey beneath the crescent's Jew,

light. Have shaped itself these shadows of its Impale the remnant of the Greeks ! fear?

despoil ! It matters not!—for nought we see or Violate! make their flesh cheaper than dream,

dust! Possess, or lose, or grasp at, can be

Semichorus II. worth

Thou voice which art ore than it gives or teaches. Come | The herald of the ill in splendour hid! what may,

Thou echo of the hollow heart e future must become the past, and 1 Of monarchy, bear me to thine abode -hey were to whom once this present. When desolation flashes o'er a world hour,

destroyed : gloomy crag of time to which I Oh, bear me to those isles of jagged cloud cling,

Which float like mountains on the ed an Elysian isle of peace and joy|| earthquake, mid

The tre aty inyons of the l ining. It length they wept aloud, and cried, Ora sore! N


" The Sea! the Sea!" O !c,great whose lice yramid, Through exile, persecution, and Riven, osert ann the founts intensely

despair, br::.::.11g

Rome was, and young Atlantis Of these dawn-tintellelcges of fire

shall become Before their waves expire,

The wonder, or the terror, OI When heaven and car:h are light, and

the tomb oniy light

Of all whose step wakes Power lulled In the thunder night!

in her savage lair : Pouc uithout. Victory! Victory!| But Greece was as a hermit child, Austria, Russia, Englanil,

Whose fairest thoughts and lin's And that tame serpent, that poor shadow,

were built France,

To woman's growth, by dreams so Cry peace, and that means death when

mild, monarchs speak.

She knew not pain or guilt: Hlo, there! bring torches, sharpen those And now, O Victory, blush! and Empire red stakes,

tremble These chains are light, fitter for slaves When ye desert the freeand poisoners

If Greece must be Than Greeks. Kill! plunder! burn! A wreck, yet shall its fragments relet none remain.

assemble, Semichorus 1.

And build themselves again impregnably Alas! for Liberty!

In a diviner clime, If numbers, wealth, or unfulfilling years,

To Amphionic music on some Cape Or fabe', can quell the free!

sublime, Alas! for Virtue, when

| Which frowns above the idle foam Torments, or contumely, or the sneers

Of crring judging men

Semichorus 1.
Can break the heart where it abides. Let the tyrants rule the desert they have
Alas! if Love, whose smile makes this made;

obscure world splendid, I Let the free possess the paradise they ('an change with its false times and

claim; tides,

Be the fortune of our fierce oppressor Like hope and terror,

weighed Alas for Love!

With our ruin, our resistance, an And Truth, who wanderest lone and our name! unbefriended,

Semichorus II. I thou canst veil thy lie-consuming Our dead shall be the seed of thei mirror

decay, Before the dazzled eyes of Error,

Our survivors be the shadow of thei Alas for thee! Image of the Above.

I pride,
Somirhorus II.

Our adversity a dream to pass awayRepulse, with plumes from con- / Their dishonour a remembrance to quest torn,

abide! Led the ten thousand from the limits of Voice without. Victory! Victory the morn

The bought Briton sends
Through many an hostile Anarchy ! | The keys of ocean to the Islamnite.-

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Now shall the blazon of the cross be

veiled, And British skill directing Othman

might, Thunder-strike rebel victory. Oh, keep

holy This jubilee of unrevenged blood ! Kill! crush! despoil! Let not a Greek


Semichorus 1.
Darkness has dawned in the East

On the noon of time:
The death-birds descend to their feast,

From the hungry clime.
Let Freedom and Peace flee far

To a sunnier strand,
And follow Love's folding star

To the Evening land !

What Paradise islands of glory

Beneath Heaven's cope,
Their shadows more clear float by--
The sound of their oceans, the light

of their sky,
The music and fragrance their soli-

tudes breathe Burst, like morning on dream, or like

Heaven on death Through the walls of our prison; And Greece, which was dead, is arisen!

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The world's great age begins anew,

The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew

Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires

gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains

From waves serener far;
A new Peneus rolls his fountains

Against the morning star.
Where fairer Tempes bloom, there

sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.

Semichorus II.
The young moon has fed
Her exhausted horn,

With the sunset's fire:
The weak day is dead,

But the night is not born;
And, like loveliness panting with wild

desire While it trembles with fear and delight,

Hesperus flies from awakening night, And pants in its beauty and speed with

light Fast flashing, soft, and bright. Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the


Guide us far, far away, To climes where now veiled by the

ardour of day

Thou art hidden
From waves on which weary noon,
Faints in her summer swoon,
Between Kingless continents sinless

as Eden,
Around mountains and islands in-

violably Prankt on the sapphire sea.

Semichorus 1. Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream,

A loftier Argo cleaves the main,

Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again,

And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.

Oh, write no more the tale of Troy,

If earth Death's scroll must be! Nor mix with Laian rage the joy

Which dawns upon the free: Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew.

Another Athens shall arise,

And to remoter time
Bequeath, like sunset to the skies,

The splendour of its prime;
And leave, if nought so bright may live,
All earth can take or Ileaven can give.

Saturn and Love their long repose the moral attributes of his nature, have

Shall burst, more bright and good called us out of non-existence, and it Than all who fell, than One who rose, inflicting on us the misery of the commes Than many unsubdued :

sion of error, should superadd that of the

punishment and the privations const Not gold, not blood, their altar

upon it, still would remain inexplica dowers,

and incredible. That there is a true soisBut votive tears and symbol flowers.

tion of the riddle, and that in our passt

state that solution is unattainable l es Oh, cease! must hate and death return?

are propositions which may be regarded Cease! must men kill and die ?

as equally certain: meanwhile, as it is the Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn

province of the poet to attach himself to Of bitter prophecy.

those ideas which exalt and ennook The world is weary of the past, humanity, let him be permitted to have Oh, might it die or rest at last! conjectured the condition of that futur ty

towards which we are all impollet in

inextinguishable thirst for mmortal tv, NOTES

Until better arguments can be produced (1) The quenchless ashes of Milan [p. 434) than sophisms which disgrace the cause,

this desire itself must remain the strongest MILAN was the centre of the resistance of the Lombard league against the Austrian

and the only presumption that etern by

the inheritance of every thinking bng. tyrant. Frederic Burbarossa burnt the city to the ground, but liberty lived in its (3) No hoary priests after that Parroni ashes, and it rose like an exhalation from

[p. 437). its ruin. See Sismondi's Histoire des The Greek Patriarch after having to Républiques Italiennes, a book which has compelled to fulminate an ani done much towards awakening the Italians against the insurgents was put to da:him to an imitation of their great ancestors. the Turks. (2) The Chorus (p. 434).

Fortunately the Greeks have been tausts

that they cannot buy security by dogtala The popular notions of Christianity are represented in this chorus as true in their

tion, and the Turks, though equally cruel, relation to the worship they superseded,

are less cunning than the smooth-faced

tyrants of Europe. As to the anathem. and that which in all probability they will

his Holiness might as well have thrown supersede, without considering their merits

his mitre at Mount Athos for any other in a relation more universal. The first

that it produced. The chiefs of the stanza contrasts the immortality of the

Greeks are almost all men of comprcbenliving and thinking beings which inhabit

sion and enlightened views on religion and the planets, and to use a common and

| politics. inadequate phrase, clothe themselves in matter, with the transience of the noblest (4) The freedman of a western poet dit manifestations of the external world.

[p. 443]. The concluding verses indicate a pro- A Greek who had been Lord Byron's gressive state of more or less exalted exist - servant commands the insurgents in Attica. ence, according to the degree of perfection | This Greek, Lord Byron informs me. which every distinct intelligence may have though a poet and an enthusiastic patriot attained. Let it not be supposed that I gave bim rather the idea of a timid an! mean to dogmatise upon a subject, con- | unenterprising person. It appears than cerning which all men are equally ignorant, circumstances make men what they are or that I think the Gordian knot of the and that we all contain the gem ods origin of evil can be disentangled by that degree of degradation or of great 5 or any similar assertions. The received whose connection with our character is hypothesis of a Being resembling men in determined by events.

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