O bear me to those isles of jagged cloud Which float like mountains on the earthquakes, 'mid The momentary oceans of the lightning; Or to some toppling promontory proud Riven, overhangs the founts intensely brightening When heaven and earth are light, and only light Voice without Viciory! Victory! Austria, Russia, And that tame serpent, that poor shadow, France, If numbers, wealth, or unfulfilling years Alas for Virtue! when Torments, or contumely, or the sneers Can break the heart where it abides. Alas! if Love, whose smile makes this obscure more splendid, Can change, with its false times and tides, Like hope and terror- And Truth, who wanderest lone and unbefriended, Before the dazzled eyes of error. Alas for thee! Image of the above. Semicho. II. Repulse, with plumes from conquest torn, Led the ten thousand from the limits of the morn Through many a hostile Anarchy ! At length they wept aloud and cried, "The sea' the sea:" Through exile, persecution, and despair, Rome was, aud young Atlantis shall become The wonder, or the terror, or the tomb, Of all whose step wakes power, lull'd in her savage lair Whose fairest thoughts and limbs were built And now, O Victory, blush! and Empire, tremble, If Greece must be A wreck, yet shall its fragments re-assemble, To Amphionic music, on some cape sublime, Semicho. I. Let the tyrants rule the desert they have made; Let the free possess the Paradise they claim; Be the fortune of our fierce oppressors weigh'd With our ruin, our resistance, and our name! Semicho. II. Our dead shall be the seed of their decay, Our survivors be the shadow of their pride, Our adversity a dream to pass away Their dishonour a remembrance to abide ! Voice without. Victory! Victory! The bought Briton sends The keys of ocean to the Islamite. Nor shall the blazon of the cross be veil'd, And British skill directing Othman might, Kill crush! despoil! Let not a Greek escape! 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! Semicho. II. The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire; But the night is not born; [sire And, like loveliness panting with wild de- And pants in its beauty and speed with light Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the free! To climes where now, veil'd by the ardour of day, From waves on which weary Noon Between kingless continents, sinless as Eden, Prankt on the sapphire sea. Semicho. I. Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What Paradise islands of glory gleam Their shadows more clear float by The sound of their oceans, the light of their sky, Through the walls of our prison; And Greece, which was dead, is arisen! The earth doth like a snake renew Heaven smiled, and faiths and empires gleam A brighter Hellas rears its mountains A new Peneus rolls its fountains Against the morning-star. Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Fraught with a later prize; And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, And leave, if nought so bright may live, Shall burst, more wise and good Than all who fell, than one who rose, Than many unwithstood Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn The world is weary of the past- END OF HELLAS JULIAN AND MADDALO; A CONVERSATION. I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Which the lone fisher, when his nets are dried, The waste, but one dwarf tree and some few stakes A narrow space of level sand thereon, Where 'twas our wont to ride while day went down: Into our faces: the blue heavens were bare, Into our hearts aerial merriment. So, as we rode, we talked; and the swift thought, W nging itself with laughter, lingered not, But flew from brain to brain,-such glee was ours, |