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When the crush'd worm rebels beneath your tread-
The vultures, and the dogs, your pensioners tame,
Are overgorged ; but, like oppressors, still
They crave the relic of destruction's feast :
The exhalations and the thirsty winds
Are sick with blood; the dew is fou! with death-
Heaven's light is quench'd in slaughter; thus where'er
Upon your camps, cities, or towers, or fleets,
The obscene birds the reeking remnants cast
of these dead limbs upon your streams and mountains,
Upon your fields, your gardens, and your nouse-tops,
Where'er the winds shall creep, or the clouds fly,
Or the dews fall, or the angry sun look down
With poison'd light-Famine, and Pestilence,
And Panic, shall wage war upon our side!
Nature from all her boundaries is moved
Against ye; Time has found ye light as foam
The Earth rebels; and Good and Evil stake
Their empire o'er the unborn world of men
On this one cast-but, ere the die be thrown,
The renovated genius of our race,
Proud umpire of the impious game, descends
A seraph-winged Victory, bestriding
The tempest of the Omnipotence of God,
Which sweeps all things to their appointed doom,
And you to Oblivion !"-More he would have said,
Mah. Died—as thou shouldst ere thy lips had painted
Their ruin in the hues of our success.
A rebel's crime, gilt with a rebel's tongue!
Your heart is Greek, Hassan,
It may be so :
A spirit not my own wrench'd me within,
And I have spoken words I fear and hate ;
Yet would I die for-
Live! O live ! outlive Me and this singing empire:- but the fleet
The fleet which, like a fiock of clouds
Chased oy the wind, fies the insurgent banner!
Our winged castles from their merchant ships !
Our myriads before their weak pirate bands!
Our arms before their chaios! our years of empire
Before their centuries of servile fear!
Death is awake! Repulsed on the waters,
They own no more the thunder-hearing hanner
of Mahmud ; but, like hounds of a base breed,
Gorge from a stranger's hand, and rend their master.
Has. Latmos, and Ampelos, and Phanae, saw
The caves of the Icarian isles
Hold each to the other in loud mockery,
And with the tongue as of a thousand echoes
First of the sea.convulsing fight-and then-
Thou darest to speak-senseless are the mountains ;
Interpret thou their voices.
My presence hore A part in that day's shame. The Grecian fleet Bore down at day-break from the North, and hung As multitudinous on the ocean line As cranes upon the cloudless Thracian wind. Our squadron, convoying ten thousand men, Was stretching towards Nauplia when the battle Was kindled.-First through the hail of our artillery The agile Hydriote barks with press of sail Dash'd :-ship to ship, cannon to cannon, man To man, were grappled in the embrace of war, Inextricable but by death or victory. The tempest of the raging fight convulsed To its crystalline depths that stainless sea, And shook heaven's roof of golden morning clouds Poised on a hundred azure mountain-isles. In the brief trances of the artillery, One cry from the destroy'd and the destroyer Rose, and a cloud of desolation wrapt The unforseen event, till the north wind Sprung from the sea, lifting the heavy veil of battle-smoke-then victory-victory! For, as we thought, three frigates from Algiers Bore down from Naxos to our aid, but soon The abhorr'd cross glimmer'd behind, before,
Among, around us; and that fatal sign
Dried with its beams the strength of Moslem hearts,
As the sun drinks the dew.-What more? We fled !
Our noonday path over the sanguine foam
Was beacon'd, and the glare struck the sun pale
By our consuming transports: the fierce light
Made all the shadows of our sails blood-red.
And every countenance blank. Some ships lay feeding
The ravening fire even to the water's level:
Some were blown up: some settling heavily,
Sunk; and the shrieks of our companions died
Upon the wind, that bore us fast and far,
Even after they were dead. Nine thousand perish'd!
We met the vultures legion'd in the air,
Stemming the torrent of the tainted wind:
They, screaming from their cloudy mountain peak,
Stoop'd through the sulphureous battle-smuke, and
Each on the weltering carcase that we loved,
Like its ill angel or its damned soul.
Riding upon the bosom of the sea,
We saw the dog-fish hastening to their feast.
Joy waked the voiceless people of the sea,
And ravening famine left his ocean-cave
To dwell with war, with us, and with despair.
We met night three hours to the west of Patnios,
And, with night, tempest-
Enter a Messenger.
Your Sublime Higliness,
That Christian hound, the Muscovite ambassador,
Has left the city. If the rebel fleet
Had anchor'd in the port, had victory
Crowu'd the Greek legions in the Hippodrome,
Panic were tamer.-Obedience and mutiny,
Like giants in contention planet-struck,
Stand gazing on each other.—There is peace
Is the grave not calmer stiil ? Its ruins shall be mine.
Fear not the Russian ; The tiger leagues not with the stag at bay Against the hunter.-Cunning, base, and cruel, He crouches, watching till the spoil be won, And must be paid for his reserve in blood. After the war is fought, yield the sleek Russian That which thou canst not keep, his deserved portion Of blood, which shall not flow through streets and fields, Rivers and seas, like that which we may win, But stagnate in the veins of Christian slaves !
Enter Second Messenger. 2nd Mes. Nauplia, Tripolizzi, Mothon, Athens, Navarin, Artas, Mowenbasia, Corinth, and Thebes, are carried by assault: And every Islamite who made his dog's Fat with the flesh of Galilean slaves, Pass'd at the edge of the sword: the lust of blood, Which made our warriors drunk, is quench'd in death, But, like a fiery plague, breaks out anew In deeds which makes the Christian cause look pale In its own light. The garrison of Patras Has store but for ten days, nor is there hope But from the Briton: at once slave and tyrant, His wishes still are weaker than his fears; Or he would sell what faith may yet remain From the oaths broke in Genoa and in Norway; And, if you buy him not, your treasury Is empty even of promises-his own coin. The freeman of a western poet chief * Holds Attica with seven thousand rebels.
* A Greek, who had been Lord Byron's servand, com. manded the insurgents in Attica. This Greek, Lord Byron informs me, though a poet and an enthusiastic patriot, gave himn rather the idea of a timid and unenterprising person. It appears that circumstances make me what they are, and that we all contain the germ of a do gree of degradation or greatness, whose connexion wit our character is determined by events,
And has beat back the l'acha of Negropont:
The aged Ali sits in Yanina,
A crownless metaphor of empire :
His name, that shadow of his wither'd migni,
Holds our besieging army like a spell
In prey to famine, pest, and mutiny:
He, bastion'd in his citadel, looks forth
Joyless upon the sapphire lake that mirrors
The ruins of the city where he reign'd
Childless and sceptreless. The Greek has reap'd
The costly harvest his own blood mature,
Not the sower, Ali--who has bought a truce
From Ypsilanti with ten camel loads
of Indian gold.
Enter a Thiri Messenger.
What more? 3rd Mes.
The Christian tribes
of Lebanon and the Syrian wilderness
Are in revolt.– Damascus, Hems, Aleppo,
Tremble ;-the Arab menaces Medina;
The Ethiop has intrench'd himself in Sennaar,
And keeps the Egyptian rebel well employ'd;
Who denies homage, claims investiture
As price of tardy aid. Persia demands
The cities on the Tigris, and the Georgians
Refuse their living tribute. Crete and Cyprus,
Like mountain twins, that from each other's veins
Catch the volcano-fire and earthquake-spasm,
Shake in the general fever. Through the city,
Like birds before a storm the santons shriek,
And prophecyings horrible and new
Are heard among the crowd ; that sea of men
Sleeps on the wrecks it made, breathless and still.
A Dervise, learn'd in the koran, preaches
That it is written how the sins of Islam
Must raise up a destroyer even now.
The Greeks expect a Saviour from the west, *
* It is reported that this Messiah had arrived at a seaport near Lacedemon in an American brig. The asso