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XXXV.

IV. “Alas, our thoughts flow on with stream, whose

For, from the utmost realms of earth, came pouring waters

The banded slaves whom every despot sent Return not to their fountain-Earth and Heaven, At that throned traitor's summons; like the roaring The Ocean and the Sun, the clouds their daughters, Of fire, whose foods the wild deer circumveni Winter, and Spring, and Morn, and Noon, and Even,

In the scorch'd pastures of the South; so bent All that we are or know, is darkly driven

The armies of the leagued kings around Towards one gulf-Lo! what a change is come Their files of steel and flame ;-the continent Since I first spake-but time shall be forgiven, Trembled, as with a zone of ruin bound, Though it change all but thee!"_She ceased : Beneath their feet, the sea shook with their Navies' night's gloom

sound.
Meanwhile had fallen on earth from the sky's sun-
less dome.

V.
XXXVI.

From every nation of the earth they came,

The multitude of moving heartless things, Though she had ceased, her countenance uplifted

Whom slaves call men: obediently they came, To Heaven, still spake, with solemn glory bright;

Like sheep whom from the fold the shepherd brings Her dark deep eyes, her lips, whose motions gifted

To the stall, red with blood; their many kings The air they breathed with love, her locks undight;

Led them, thus erring, from their native home; “Fair star of life and love!" I cried, “my soul's

Tartar and Frank, and millions whom the wings delight!

of Indian breezes lull, and many a band Why lookest thou on the crystalline skies?

The Arctic Anarch sent, and Idumca's sand, O, that my spirit were yon Heaven of night, Which gazes on thee with its thousand eyes!"

VI.
She turn'd to me and smiled—that smile was Paradise!

Fertile in prodigies and lies ;--so there
Strange natures inade a brotherhood of ill.
The desert savage ceased to grasp in fear
His Asian shield and bow, when, at the will
Of Europe's subtler son, the bolt would kill
Some shepherd sitting on a rock secure;

But smiles of wondering joy his face would fill,
CANTO X.

And savage sympathy: those slaves impure, Each one the other thus from ill to ill did lure

Swore

VII.
I.

For traitorously did that foul Tyrant robe
Was there a human spirit in the steed,

His countenance in lies, even at the hour That thus with his proud voice, ere night was gone, When he was snatch'd from death, then o'er the He broke our linked rest? or do indeed

globe, All living things a common nature own,

With secret signs from many a mountain tower, And thought erect a universal throne,

With smoke by day, and fire by night, the power Where many shapes one tribute ever bear? Of kings and priests, those dark conspirators And Earth, their mutual mother, does she groan He callid:--they knew his cause their own, and

To see her sons contend? and makes she bare Her breast, that all in peace its drainless stores may Like wolves and serpents, to their mutual wars share?

Strange truce, with many a rite which Earth ani

Heaven abhors.
II.
I have heard friendly sounds from many a tongue,

VIII.
Which was not human--the lone Nightingale Myriads had come--millions were on their way;
Has answer'd me with her most soothing song, The Tyrant past, surrounded by the steel
Out of her ivy bower, when I sate pale

Of hired assassins, through the public way, With grief, and sigh'd beneath; from many a dale Choked with his country's dead :-his footsteps reel The Antelopes who flock'd for food have spoken On the fresh blood—he smiles, " Ay, now I feel With happy sounds, and motions, that avail

I am a King in truth!” he said, and took Like man’sown speech; and such was now the token His royal seat, and bade the torturing wheel Of waning night, whose calm by that proud neigh Be brought, and fire, and pincers, and the book. was broken.

And scorpions ; that his soul on its revenge might look

III.

IX.
Each night, that mighty steed bore me abroad, “But first, go slay the rebels-why return
And I return'd with food to our retreat,

The victor bands?" he said, “millions yet live,
And dark intelligence; the blood which flow'd Of whom the weakest with one word might tumi
Over the fields, had stain'd the courser's feet ; The scales of victory yet ;-let none survive
Soon the dust drinks that bitter dew,—then meet But those within the walls each fifth shall give
The vulture, and the wild-dog, and the snake, The expiation for his brethren here.-
The wolf, and the hyena gray, and eat

Go forth, and waste and kill!"_"O king, forgive The dead in horrid truce: their throngs did make

My speech,” a soldier answer'd~" but we fear Behind the steed, a chasm like waves in a ship's wake. The spirits of the night, and morn is drawing near;

X.

XVI.
* For we were slaying still without remorse, Amid the aërial minarets on high,
And now that dreadful chief beneath my hand The Æthiopian vultures fluttering fell
Defenceless lay, when, on a bell-black horse, From their long line of brethren in the sky,
An Angel bright as day, waving a brand

Startling the concourse of mankind.—Too well Which flash'd among the stars, past.”—“Dost thou These signs the coming mischief did foretell :stand

Strange panic first, a deep and sickening dread Parleying with me, thou wretch !" the king replied; Within each heart, like ice, did sink and swell,

Slaves, bind him to the wheel; and of this band, A voiceless thought of evil, which did spread Whoso will drag that woman to his si

With the quick glance of eyes, like withering lightThat scared him thus, may burn his dearest foe be

nings shed.
side ;

XVII.
XI.

Day after day, when the year wanes, the frosts * And gold and glory shall be his.-Go forth !”

Strip its green crown of leaves, till all is bare ; They rush'd into the plain-Loud was the roar

So on those strange and congregated hosts

Came Famine, a swift shadow, and the air of their career: the horsemen shook the earth;

Groan'd with the burthen of a new despair; The wheel'd artillery's speed the pavement tore ;

Famine, than whom Misrule no deadlier daughter The infantry, file after file, did pour

Feeds from her thousand breasts, though sleeping Their clouds on the utmost hills. Five days they

there slew

With lidless

eyes, Among the wasted fields; the sixth saw gore

lie Faith, and Plague, and Slaugh

ter, Stream through the city; on the seventh, the dew|

A ghastly brood; conceived of Lethe's sullen water. Of slaughter became stiff; and there was peace anew:

XVIII.
XII.

There was no food, the corn was trampled down,

The flocks and herds had perish'd ; on the shore Peace in the desert fields and villages,

The dead and putrid fish were ever thrown: Between the glutted beasts and mangled dead !

The deeps were foodless, and the winds no more Peace in the silent streets ! save when the cries

Creak’d with the weight of birds, but as before Of victims to their fiery judgment led,

Those winged things sprang forth, were void of Made pale their voiceless lips who seem'd to dread

shade; Even in their dearest kindred, lest some tongue The vines and orchards, Autumn's golden store, Be faithless to the fear yet unbetray'd;

Were burn'd ;-50 that the meanest food was Peace in the Tyrant's palace, where the throng

weigh'd Waste the triumphal hours in festival and song!

With gold, and Avarice died before the god it made. XIII.

XIX.

There was no corn-in the wide market-place Day after day the burning Sun rollid on

All lotheliest things, even human flesh, was sold; Over the death-polluted land—it came Out of the east like fire, and fiercely shone

They weigh'd it in small scales--and many a face

Was fix'd in eager horror then: his gold A lamp of Autumin, ripening with its fame

The miser brought, the tender maid, grown bold The few lone ears of corn ;-the sky became

Through hunger, bared her scorned charms in vain: Stagnate with heat, so that each cloud and blast Languish'd and died,—the thirsting air did claim

The mother brought her eldest born, controllid

By instinct blind as love, but turn'd again All moisture, and a rotting vapor past

And bade her infant suck, and died in silent pain. From the unburied dead, invisible and fast.

XX.
XIV.

Then fell blue Plague upon the race of man. First Want, then Plague came on the beasts ; their

“0, for the sheathed steel, so late which gave food

Oblivion to the dead, when the streets ran Fail'd, and they drew the breath of its decay.

With brother's blood! O, that the earthquake's Millions on millions, whom the scent of blood

grave Had lured, or who, from regions far away,

Would gape, or Ocean lift its stifling wave !" Had track'd the hosts in festival array,

Vain cries-throughout the streets, thousands purFrom their dark deserts; gaunt and wasting now,

sued Stalk'd like fell shades among their perish'd prey ;

Each by his fiery torture howl and rave, In their green eyes a strange disease did glow,

Or sit in frenzy's unimagined mood,
They sank in hideous spasm, or pains severe and slow. Upon fresh heaps of dead; a ghastly multitude.

XXI.
XV.

It was not hunger now, but thirst. Each well
The fish were poison'd in the streams; the birds Was choked with rotting corpses, and became
In the green woods perish'd; the insect race A caldron of green mist made visible
Was wither'd up; the scatter'd flocks and herds At sunrise. Thither still the myriads came,
Who had survived the wild beasts' hungry chase Seeking to quench the agony of the flame
Died moaning, each upon the other's face

Which raged like poison through their bursting In helpless agony gazing; round the City

veins; All night, the lean hyenas their sad case

Naked they were from torture, without shame, Like starving infants' wail'd; a woful ditty! Spotted with nameless scars and lurid blains, And many a mother wept, pierced with unnatural Childhood, and youth, and age, writhing in savage pity.

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XXII.

XXVIII. It was not thirst, but madness! many saw

"O King of Glory! thou alone hast power! Their own lean image everywhere, it went Who can resist thy will ? who can restrain A ghastlier self beside them, till the awe

Thy wrath, when on the guilty thou dost shower Or that dread sight to self-destruction sent

The shafts of thy revenge, a blistering rain! Those shrieking victims; some, ere life was spent, Greatest and best, be merciful again! Sought, with a horrid sympathy, to shed

Have we not stabb'd thine enemies, and made Contagion on the sound; and others rent

The Earth an altar, and the Heavens a fane, Their matted hair, and cried aloud, “ We tread Where thou wert worshipp'd with their blood, and On fire! the avenging Power his hell on earth has

laid spread."

Those hearts in dust which would thy searchless

works have weigh'd ? XXIII. Sometimes the living by the dead were hid.

XXIX. Near the great fountain in the public square,

Well didst thou loosen on this impious City Where corpses made a crumbling pyramid

Thine angels of revenge: recall them now; Under the sun, was heard one stifled prayer Thy worshippers, abased, here kneel for pity, For life, in the hot silence of the air;

And bind their souls by an immortal vow: And strange 't was, amid that hideous heap to see We swear by thee! and to our oath do thou Some shrouded in their long and golden hair, Give sanction, from thine hell of fiends and flame, As if not dead, but slumbering quietly,

That we will kill with fire and torments slow, Like forms which sculptors carve, then love to agony.

The last of those who mock'd thy holy name,

And scorn'd the sacred laws thy prophets did pra XXIV.

claim." Famine had spared the palace of the king

XXX He rioted in festival the while,

Thus they with trembling limbs and pallid lips He and his guards and priests ; but Plague did Worshipp'd their own hearts' image, dim and vast. fling

Scared by the shade wherewith they would eclipse One shadow upon all. Famine can smile

The light of other minds ;- troubled they past On him who brings it food, and pass, with guile From the great Temple ;-fiercely still and fast Of thankful falsehood, like a courtier gray, The arrows of the plague among them fell, The house-dog of the throne ; but many a mile And they on one another gazed aghast,

Comes Plague, a winged wolf, who lothes alway And through the hosts contention wild befell, The garbage and the scum that strangers make her As each of his own god the wondrous works did tell prey.

XXXI.
XXV.

And Oromaze, Joshua, and Mahomet,
So, near the throne, amid the gorgeous feast, Moses, and Buddh, Zerdusht, and Brahm, and Foh,
Sheathed in resplendent arms, or loosely dight A tumult of strange names, which never met
To luxury, ere the mockery yet had ceased Before, as watch-words of a single woe,
That linger'd on his lips, the warrior's might Arose ; each raging votary 'gan to throw
Was loosen'd, and a new and ghastlier night A lost his armed hands, and each did howl
In dreams of frenzy lapp'd his eyes; he fell “Our God alone is God!” and slaughter now
Headlong, or with stiff eyeballs sate upright Would have gone forth, when from beneath a com]
Among the guests, or raving mad, did tell

A voice came forth, which pierced like ice through Strange truths; a dying seer of dark oppression's hell. XXVI.

XXXII. The Princes and the Priests were pale with terror;

'Twas an Iberian Priest from whom it came, That monstrous faith wherewith they ruled man.

A zealous man, who led the legion'd west kind,

With words which faith and pride had steep'd in Fell, like a shaft loosed by the bownian's error,

flame, On their own hearts ; they sought and they could

To quell the unbelievers; a dire guest find,

Even to his friends was he, for in his breast No refuge-'t was the blind who led the blind!

Did hate and guile lie watchful, intertwined, So, through the desolate streets to the high fane,

Twin serpents in one deep and winding nest; The many-tongued and endless armies wind

He lothed all faith beside his own, and pined In sad procession : each among the train

To wreak his fear of Heaven in vengeance on that To his own Idol lifts his supplications vain.

kind.

XXXIII.
XXVII.

But more he lothed and hated the clear light
"O God!" they cried, “ we know our secret pride Of wisdom and free thought, and more did fear,
Has scorn'd thee, and thy worship, and thy name; Lest, kindled once, its beams might pierce the night,
Secure in human power we have defied

Even where his Idol stood; for, far and near Thy fearful might; we bend in fear and shame Did many a heart in Europe leap to hear Before thy presence; with the dust we claim That faith and tyranny were trampled down; Kindred; be merciful, O King of Heaven! Many a pale victim, doom'd for truth to share Most justly have we suffer'd for thy fame The murderer's cell

, or see, with helpless gran. Made dim, but be at length our sins forgiven, The priests his children drag for slaves to serve their Ere to despair and death thy worshippers be driven.

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XXXIV.

XL. He dared not kill the infidels with fire

His voice was like a blast that burst the portal Or steel, in Europe : the slow agonies

Of fabled hell; and as he spake, each one Of legal torture mock'd his keen desire :

Saw gape beneath the chasms of fire immortal, So he made truee with those who did despise

And Heaven above seem'd cloven, where, on a The expiation and the sacrifice,

throne That, though detested, Islam's kindred creed Girt round with storms and shadows, sate alone, Might crush for him those deadlier enemies;

Their King and Judge--fear kill'd in every breast For fear of God did in his bosom breed

All natural pity then, a fear unknown A jealous hate of man, an unreposing need.

Before, and with an inward fire possest,

They raged like homeless beasts whom burning XXXV.

woods invest. Peace! Peace!” he cried, " when we are dead,

XLI. the day

"T was morn-at noon the public crier went forth, Of judgment comes, and all shall surely know Proclaiming through the living and the dead, Whose God is God, each fearfully shall pay “The Monarch saith, that this great Empire's worth The error of his faith in endless woe!

Is set on Laon and Laone's head : But there is sent a mortal vengeance now

He who but one yet living here can lead, On earth, because an impious race had spurn'd Or who the life from both their hearts can wring, Him whom we all adore,-a subtile foe,

Shall be the kingdom's heir, a glorious meed!
By whom for ye this dread reward was earn'd, But he who both alive can hither bring,
And kingly thrones which rest on faith, nighoverturn'd. The Princess shall espouse, and reign an equal King."

XLII.
XXXVI.

Ere night the pyre was piled, the net of iron “Think ye, because ye weep, and kneel, and pray,

Was spread above, the fearful couch below, That God will lull the pestilence? it rose

It overtopp'd the towers that did environ Even from beneath his throne, where, many a day

That spacious square ; for Fear is never slow

To build the thrones of Hate, her mate and foe, His mercy soothed it to a dark repose :

So, she scourged forth the maniac multitude
It walks upon the earth to judge his foes,
And what are thou and I, that he should deign

To rear this pyramid--tottering and slow,
To curb his ghastly minister, or close

Plague-stricken, foodless, like lean berds pursued

By gad-flies, they have piled the heath, and gums, The gates of death, ere they receive the twain

and wood. Who shook with mortal spells his undefended reign!

XLIII.
XXXVII.

Night came, a starless and a moonless gloom.

Until the dawn, those hosts of many a nation “Ay, there is famine in the gulf of hell,

Stood round that pile, as near one lover's tomb Its giant worms of fire for ever yawn,-

Two gentle sisters mourn their desolation ; Their lurid eyes are on us! those who fell

And in the silence of that expectation, By the swift shaft of pestilence ere dawn,

Was heard on high the reptiles' hiss and crawlAre in their jaws! they hunger for the spawn Of Satan, their own brethren, who were sent

It was so deep, save when the devastation

Of the swift pest with fearful interval, To make our souls their spoil. See! see! they fawn Marking its paths with shrieks, among the crowd Like dogs, and they will sleep with luxury spent,

would fall. When those detested hearts their iron fangs have rent!

XLIV.

Morn came,-among those sleepless multitudes, XXXVIII.

Madness, and Fear, and Plague, and Famine still *Our God may then lull Pestilence to sleep:

Heap'd corpse on corpse, as in autumnal woods Pile high the pyre of expiation now!

The frosts of many a wind with dead leaves fill A forest's spoil of boughs, and on the heap

Earth's cold and sullen brooks; in silence, still Pour venomous gums, which sullenly and slow, The pale survivors stood; ere noon, the fear When touch'd by flame, shall burn, and melt, and Of Hell became a panic, which did kill

Like hunger or disease, with whispers drear, A strearn of clinging fire,--and fix on high As “Hush! hark! Come they yet? Just Heaven! A net of iron, and spread forth below

thine hour is near!” A couch of snakes, and scorpions, and the fry

XLY. Of centipedes and worms, earth's hellish progeny!

And Priests rush'd through their ranks, some

counterfeiting XXXIX.

The rage they did inspire, some mad indeed * Let Laon and Laone on that pyre,

With their own lies; they said their god was waiting Link'd tight with burning brass, perish!-then pray To see his enemies writhe, and burn, and bleed, That, with this sacrifice, the withering ire

And that, till then, the snakes of Hell had need Of Heaven may be appeased.” He ceased, and they Of human souls :three hundred furnaces A space stood silent, as far, far away

Soon blazed through the wide City, whore with The echoes of his voice among them died ;

speed, And he knelt down upon the dust, alway

Men brought their infidel kindred to appease Muttering the curses of his speechless pride, God's wrath, and while they burn'd, knelt round on Whilst shame, and fear, and awe, the armies did divide.

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And land and died; and that unholy men,
Fegsame tko bends upon the infidel dead,
La true their meal, and saw an Angel tread
The ble floor of Heaven, and it was she!
Came to the fire, and said, “ Stop, I am he!

And, on thal night, one without doubt or dread
Kill no.?" they burnd them both with hellish mockery.

by one, that night, young maidens came, Beauteous and calm, like shapes of living stone Clothed in the light of dreams, and by the flame

And sung a slow sweet song, of which alone

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11 1.3s a stream of living beams, whose bank A ghastlier self ! Of that dread si

And where its chasms that flood of glory drank, Those shriekin

Jis waves gush'd forth like fire, and as if sway'd Sought, with

By some mute tempest, rolld on her; the shade Contagion on

Of her bright image floated on the river Their matter

Of liquid light, which then did end and fade On fire! the a

Her radiant shape upon its verge did shiver; Aloft, her fowing hair like strings of flame did quirer

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IV. Neart

I stood beside her, but she saw me notWher

She look'd upon the sea, and skies, and earth; Und

Rapture, and love, and admiration wrought

A passion deeper far than tears, or mirth,
Ar

Or speech, or gesture, or whate'er has birth
From common joy; which, with the speechless feeling

That led her there united, and shot forth
Lil

From her far eyes, a light of deep revealing,

All but her dearest self from my regard concealing,
XLVIII.

V.
Her lips were parted, and the measured breath
Was now heard there;

-her dark and intricate eyes Orb within orb, deeper than sleep or death

, overgorged, they laid them down, Absorb'd the glories of the burning skies, Which, mingling with her heart's deep ecstasies

, heard, and that was Liberty ; Burst from her looks and gestures -and a light And that some kiss'd their marble feet, with moan Of liquid tenderness like love, did rise

Like love, and died, and then that they did die From her whole frame, an atmosphere which quite With happy smiles, which sunk in white tranquillity. Array'd her in its beams, tremulous and soft and bright

ILITI

Hope, wartzugriest chasmas no struggling with despair.

For

And, one

Which shrank as

One word was

VI.
She would have clasp'd me to her glowing frase;
Those warm and odorous lips might soon have shed
On mine the fragrance and the invisible flame
Which now the cold winds stole;-

she would hare

laid

CANTO XI.

Upon my languid heart her dearest head;
I might have heard her voice, tender and sweet;
Her eyes mingling with mine, might soon have bed

My soul with their own joy.-One moment yet
I.

I gazed—we parted then, never again to meet! SHE saw me not-she heard me not-alone Upon the mountain's dizzy brink she stood;

VII. She spake not, breathed not, moved not-there

Never but once 10 meet on Earth again! was thrown

She heard me as I fled-her eager tone Over her look, the shadow of a mood

Sunk on my heart, and almost wove a chain Which only clothes the heart in solitude,

Around my will to link it with her own, A thought of voiceless depth;-she stood alone; So that my stern resolve was almost gone, Above, the Heavens were spread ;-below, the flood

“I cannot reach thee! whither dost thou Hy! Was murmuring in its caves;—the wind had blown My steps are faint-Come back, thou dearest one Her hair apart, through which her eyes and forehead

Return, ah me! return"-the wind past by shone. On which those accents died, faint, far, and lingeringts

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II.

- VIII. A cloud was hanging o'er the western mountains ; Woe! woe! that moonless midnight-Want and Pest Before its blue and moveless depth were flying Were horrible, but one more fell doth rear, Gray mists pour'd forth from the unresting fountains As in a hydra's swarming lair, its crest of darkness in the North the day was dying : Eminent among those victims-even the Fear Sudden, the sun shone forth, its beams were lying Of Hell: each girt by the hot atmosphere Like boiling gold on Ocean, strange to see,

of his blind agony, like a scorpion stung And on the shatter'd vapors, which defying By his own rage upon his burning bier

The power of light in vain, toss'd restlessly Of circling coals of fire ; but still there clung In the red Heaven, like wrecks in a tempestuous sea. One hope, like a keen sword on starting threads uphung.

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