Obrazy na stronie

Who shall not come, men say, in clouds and glory,
But in the omnipresence of that spirit
in which all live and are. Ominous signs
Are blazon'd broadly on the noon-day sky;
One saw a red cross stamp'd upon the sun;
It has rain'd blood; and monstrous births declare
The secret wrath of Nature and her Lord.
The army encamp'd upon the Cydaris
Was roused last night by the alarm of battle,
And saw two hosts conflicting in the air. -
The shadows doubtless of the unborn time,
Cast on the mirror of the night. While yet
The fight hung balanced, there arose a storm
Which swept the phantoms from among the stars.
At the third watch the spirit of the plague
Was heard abroad fapping among the tents :
Those who relieved watch found the sentinels dead.
The last news from the camp is, that a thousand
Have sicken'd, and

Enter Fourth Messenger.

And thou, pale ghost, dim shadow of some untimely rumour, speak : 4th Mes.

One comes
Fainting with toil, cover'd with foam and blood;
He stood, he says, upon Clelonites
Promontory, which o'erlooks the isles that groan
Under the Briton's frown, and all their waters
Then trembling in splendor of the moon,
When, as the wandering clouds unveil'd or hid
Her houndless light, he saw two adverse fleets
Stalk through the night in the horizon’s glimmer,
Mingling fierce thunders and sulphureous gleams,
And smoke which strangle every infant wind
That soothed the silver clouds through the deep air
At length the battle slept, but the Sirocco

ciation of names and ideas is irresistibly ludicrous, but the prevalence of such a rumour strongly marks the stats of popular enthusiasm in Greece.

Awoke, and drove his fock of thunder-cloud:
Over the sea-horizon, blotting out
All objects-save that in the faint moon-glimpse
He saw, or dream'd he saw, the Turkish admiral

And two the loftiest of our ships of war,
With the bright image of that queen of heaven,
Who hid, perhaps, her face for grief, reversed !
And the abhorred cross-

Enter an Attendant,

Your Sublime Highness,
The Jew, who

Could not come more seasonably:
Bid him attend. I'll hear no more! Too long
We gaze on danger through the midst of fear,
And multiply upon our shatter'd hopes
The images of ruin. Come what will!
To-morrow and to-morrow are as lamps
Set in our path to light us to the edge
Through rough and smooth: nor can we sufraught

Which he ipficts not in whose hand we are. (Exeunt. Semicho, I. Would I were the winged cloud

Of a tempest swift and loud,

I would scorn

The smile of miorn,
And the wave where the moon-rise is born!

I would leave

The spirits of eve
A shroud for the corpse of the day to weave
From others' threads than mine!
Bask in the blue noon divine

Who would, not I.
Semicho. II. Whither to fiy ?
Semicho I. Where the rocks that gird the Ægean

Echo to the battle pæan

of the free

I would fiee
A tempestuous herald of victory!

My golden rain

For the Grecian slain
Should minglein tears with the bloody main,

And my solemn thunder knell
Should ring to the world the passing-hell

of tyranny !
Semicho. II. Ah, King! wilt thou chain

The rack and the rain ?
Wilt thou setter the lightning and hurricane ?

The storms are free,

But weChorus. O slavery! thou frost of the world's prime,

Killing its flowersand leaving its thorns bare; Thy touch has stamp'd these limbs with crime, These brows thy branding garland bear ;

But the free heart, the impassive soul,

Scorn the controul !
Semicho. I. Let there be light said Liberty;

And, like sunrise from the sea,
Athens arose !-Around her born,
Shone, like mountains in the morn,
Glorious states ;-and are they now

Ashes, wrecks, oblivion ?
Semnicho. II.

Where Thermæ and Asopus swallow'd

Persia, and the sand does foam,
Deluge upon deluge followed

Discord, Macedon, and Rome:

And, lastly, thou ! Sevnicho. I.

Temples and towers, Citadels and marts, and they

Who live and die there, have been ours,
And may be thine, and must decay ;

But Greece and her foundation are
Built below the tide of war,
Based on the crystalline sea

Of thought and its eternity;
Her citizens' imperial spirits

Rule the present from the past;
On all this world of men inherits

Their seal is set.
Semicho. II.

Hear ye the blast,
Whose Orphic thunder thrilling calls
From ruin her Titanian walls ?

Whose spirit shakes the sapless bones

of Slavery ? Argos, Corinth Crete, Hear, and from the mountain thrones

The dæmons and the nymphs repeat

The harmony. Semicho. I.

I hear! I hear!
Semicho. II. The world's eyeless charioteer,

Destiny, is hurrying by!
What faith is crush'd, what empire bleeds,
Beneath her earthquake-footed steeds ?
What eagle-winged victory sits
At her right hand ? what shadow fits
Before? what splendor rolls behind ?

Ruin and Renovation cry,

Who but we?
Semicho. I.

I hear! I hear!
The hiss as of a rushing wind,
The roar as of an ocean foaming,
The thunder as of earthquake coming,

I hear! I hear !
The crash as of an empire falling,
The shrieks as of a people calling
Mercy! Mercy !-How they thrill;
Then a shout of “Kill! kill! kill!"

And then a small still voice, thus-
Semicho. II.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind;

The foul cubs like their parents are ;
Their den is in their guilty mind,

And Conscience feeds them with despair. Semicho. I. In sacred Athens, near the fane

Of Wisdom, Pity's altar stood ;
Serve not the unknown God in vain,
But pay that broken shrine again

Love for hate, and tears for blood.

Mah. Thou art a man, tho'ı 'sagest, even as we-
Ahas. No more !

But raised among thy fellow rien By thought, as I by power.


Thou sayest so.
Mah. Thou art an adept in the difficult lore
Of Greek and Frank philosophy; thou numberest
The flowers, and thou measurest the stars :
Thou severest element from element;
Thy spirit is present in the past, and sees
The birth of this old world through all its cycles
Of desolation and of loveliness;
And when man was not, and how man became
The monarch and the slave of this low sphere,
And all its parrow circles-it is much.
I honour thee, and would be what thou art
Were I not what I am ; but the unborn hour,
Cradled in fear and hope, conflicting storms
Who shall unveil? Nor thou, nor I, nor any
Mighty or wise. I apprehend not
What thou hast taught me, but now I perceive
That thou art no interpreter of dreams,
Thou dost not own that art, device, or God,
Can make the future present-let it come!
Moreover, thou disdainest us and ours:
Thou art as God, whom thou contemplaiest.

Ahas. Disdain thee !-Not the worm beneath my feet
The Fathomless has care for meaner things
Than thou canst dream, and has made pride for those
Who would be what they may not, or would seem
That which they are not. Sultan! talk no more
of thee and me, the future and the past;
But look on that which cannot change--the one
The unborn, and undying. Earth and ocean,
Space, and the isles of life or light that gem
The sapphire floods of interstellar air,
This firmament pavilion'd upon chaos,
With all its cressets of immortal fire,
Whose outwalls, bastion'd impregnably
Against the escape of boldest thoughts, repels them
As Calpe the Atlantic clouds—this whole
Of suns, and worlds, and men, and beasts, and flowers.
With all the silent or tempestuous workings
By which they have been, are, or cease to be,

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