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The eye might doubt if it were well awake, But one arise, -We come, we come !"
She was so like a vision ; I might err, 'Tis but the living who are dumb. But Shakspeare also says 'tis very silly
« In vain-in vain : strike other chords; • To gild refined gold, or paint the lily.''
Fill high the cup with Samian wine ! Haidée and Juan are amused, while Leave battles to the Turkish hordes, at table, by dwarfs and dancing-girls,
And shed the blood of Scio's yine ! black eunuchs, and a poet, of whom Í Hark! rising to the ignoble call shall say nothing, Christopher, because How answers each bola bacchanal ! I do not think the account is very You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, good, but his song, I am persuaded, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? you will think is the very loftiest Of two such lessons, why forget bachanalian ever penned—You will,
The nobler and the manlier one? indeed, although with a grumble, Í You have the letters Cadmus gave know, allow this as if you were suffer
Think ye he meant them for a slave ? ing a jerk of your rheumatism.
“ Fill high the bowl with Samian wine !
We will not think of themes like these ! “ The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece,
It made Anacreon's song divine : Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
He served_but served Polycrates-
A tyrant; but our masters then
“ The tyrant of the Chersonese
Was freedom's best and bravest friend ; The Scian and the Teian muse,
That tyrant was Miltiades ! The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
Oh! that the present hour would lend Have found the fame your shores refuse;
Another despot of the kind ! Their place of birth alone is mute
Such chains as his were sure to bind. To sounds which echo further west Than your sires' • Islands of the Blest.' “ Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, “ The mountains look on Marathon
Exists the remnant of a line
Such as the Doric mothers bore;
And there, perhaps, some seed is sown,
6 Trust not for freedom to the Franks
They have a king who buys and sells ; “ A king sate on the rocky brow
In native swords, and native ranks, Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis;
The only hope of courage dwells ;
But Turkish force, and Latin fraud,
Would break your shield, however broad. And when the sun set where were they? “Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! « And where are they? and where art thou, I see their glorious black eyes shine ;
Our virgins dance beneath the shade My country? On thy voiceless shore
But gazing on each glowing maid, The heroic lay is tuneless now
My own the burning tear-drop laves, The heroic bosom beats no more!
To think such breasts must suckle slaves. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
“ Place me on Sunium's marbled steep
Where nothing, save the waves and I, “ 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame,
There, swan-like, let me sing and die :
A land of slayes shall ne'er be mine
Dash down yon cup of Sanian wine!” For Greeks a blush--for Greece a tear. There is a little confusion in the “ Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? narrative; or perhaps it is the hurry
Must we but blush ?-Our fathers bled. in which I am going over it, that make Earth! render back from out thy breast me not able to trace it so clearly as
A remnant of our Spartan dead ! might do, through digressions. Lam Of the three hundred grant but three, bro arrived while the lovers were a To make a new Thermopylæ !
dinner, and we are led to suppos " What, silent still ? and silent all ?
that he witnesses their dalliance an Ah ! no ;-the voices of the dead revelling; but it would seem that thi Sound like a distant torrent's fall,
was not the case, for we find Haidé And answer, “ Let one living head, and Juan left alone after the banquet
admiring the rosy twilight of the even- Grecian evening, a presentiment of soring sky.
row passes over their hearts. “T' our tale.-- The feast was over, the
“ 1 know not why, but in that hour to-night,
Even as they gazed, a sudden tremor The dwarfs and dancing girls had all re
And swept, as 'twere, across their heart's The Arab lore and poet's song were done,
Like the wind o'er a harp-string, or a And every sound of revelry expired ;
flame, The lady and her lover, left alone, The rosy flood of light sky admi- When one is shook in sound, and one in
sight; Ave Maria ! o'er the earth and sea,
And thus some boding flash'd through That heavenliest hour of Heaven is wor
And call'd from Juan's breast a faint low thiest thee!
sigh, “ Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour,
While one new tear arose in Haidée's The time, the clime, the spot, where I so
Having retired to their couch, they Have felt that moment in its fullest power are still haunted by the same unplea
Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, sant something. While swung the deep bell in the distant
" Now pillow'd cheek to cheek, in loving tower,
sleep, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, Haidée and Juan their siesta took, And not a breath crept through the rosy A gentle slumber, but it was not deep, air,
For ever and anon a something shook And get the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd Juan, and shuddering o'er his frame would
creep; " Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer!
And Haidée's sweet lips murmur'd like Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love !
a brook Ave Maria ! may our spirits dare
A wordless music, and her face so fair Look up to thine, and to thy Son's above! Stirr’d with her dream as rose-leaves with Ave Maria ! oh that face so fair !
the air; Those downcast eyes beneath the Al. “ Or as the stirring of a deep clear stream, mighty dove_
Within the Alpine hollow, when the What though 'tis but a pictured image wind strike
Walks over it, was she shaken by the That painting is no idol, 'tis too like.
dream, Now, Christopher, after this, take O'erpowering us to be whate’er may seem
The mystical usurper of the mind thy crutch, and, with the help of Black- Good to the soul which we no more can wood's porter, John Lesley, crawlup the new road along the Salisbury Craigs, Strange state of being ! (for 'tis still to be) on the first fine Sabbath evening, when Senseless to feel, and with seal'd eyes to all the west is still one broad glow of
see.” heavenly ruby; and the castle, in the In this state, the ominous fancies of middle of the view, appears like the Haidée take at last the definite form crowned head of some great being, of a regular dream, in which she sees resting on his elbow in contemplation ; Juan dead in a cavern. repeat these verses, and I will venture on him, he seems to change into the to bet a plack to a bawbee, that from resemblance of her father. Startled that hour all animosity against the by the apparition, she awakes, and the wayward and unfortunate Byron will first object that her eyes meet are those be for ever hushed in thy bosom. Even of the pirate sternly fixed upon herJohn himself will, by the mere sound Juan is in the same moment roused by of thy solemn voice of prayer, thence- the shriek she gave. forth forego the grudge that he has “UpJuan sprung to Haidée's bitter shriek, long borne his lordship for the many
And caught her falling, and from off burdens he has made him bear, and, Snatch'd down his sabre, in hot haste to
the wall melting into tears of tenderness, dry
wreak the big drops from his eyes with a corner of the same handkerchief which
Vengeance on him who was the cause
of all : thou wilt apply to wipe the Ave Maria Then Lambro, who till now forbore to dew from thine own.
speak, While Haidée and Juan were con- Smiled scornfully, and said, “Within templating the glorious stillness of a
As she gazes
A thousand scimitars await the word ; “I said they were alike, their features and Put up, young man, put up your silly Their stature differing but in sex and sword.'
years ; “ And Haidée clung around him ; • Juan, Even to the delicacy of their hands tis
There was resemblance, such as true
blood wears ; 'Tis Lambro--'tis my father! Kneel with me
And now to see them, thus divided, stand He will forgive usm-yes it must be
In fix'd ferocity, when joyous tears, yes.
And sweet sensations, should have lOh ! dearest father, in this agony
comed both, Of pleasure and of pain--even while I kiss Show what the passions are in their full Thy garment's hem with transport, can
growth.” it be That doubt should mingle with my filial is spirited, and you will observe a
This, Christopher, you must allow, Deal with me as thou wilt, but spare this curious mark of propinquity which the boy.'
poet notices with respect to the hands
of the father and daughter. The poet, “ High and inscrutible the old man stood, Calm in his voice, and calm within his I suspect, is indebted for the first hint
of this to Ali Pashaw, who, by the bye, eyeNot always signs with him of calmest mood: is the original of Lambro; for when his
He look'd upon her, but gave no reply; Lordship was introduced, with his Then turn'd to Juan, in whose cheek the squat friend, Cam, to that agreeableblood
mannered tyrant, the vizier said that Oft came and went, as there resolved to he knew he was the Magotos Anthropos
by the smallness of his
ears and hands. In arms, at least, he stood, in act to spring Don Juan is dangerously wounded, On the first foe whom Lambro's call might and being seized by some of the pibring.
rate's sailors, is carried from the scene. • • Young man, your sword ;' so Lambro The effect on poor Haidée is deploonce more said :
rable. Juan replied, “ Not while this arm is
For several days she lay insensible, free. The old man's cheek grew pale, but not and, when she awoke from her trance, with dread,
she was in such a state as Mlle. NobAnd drawing from his belt a pistol, he let is seen in the ballet of Nina. The Replied, Your blood be then on your the Thane of Fife, ask him if there is
first time you see your venison friend, own head.' Then look'd close at the flint, as if to see not some reason to suspect that Byron 'Twas fresh, for he had lately used the lock, had her in his eye when he wrote the And next proceeded quietly to cock. following description : “ It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, “ Afric is all the sun's, and as her earth
That cocking of a pistol, when you know Her human clay is kindled ; full of A moment more will bring the sight to
For good or evil, burning from its birth, Upon your person, twelve yards off, or The Moorish blood partakes the planet's
hour, A gentlemanly distance, not too near, And like the soil beneath it will bring
If you have got a former friend for foe;
sion's force, “ He gazed on her, and she on him ; 'twas Though sleeping like a lion near a source.
strange How like they look'd! the expression “ Her daughter, temper'd with a milder was the same;
ray, Serenely savage, with a little change Like summer clouds all silvery, smooth, In the large dark eye's mutual darted and fair, flame;
Til slowly charged with thunder they disFor she too was as one who could avenge, play If cause should be a lioness, though Terror to earth, and tempest to the air,
Had held till now her soft and milky way ; Her father's blood before her fathers's face But overwrought with passion and deBoil'd up, and proved her truly of his race. spair,
divided & cons ld hates
of te in the me + is da
RS. The fire burst forth from her Numidian “ Short solace, vain relief !--thought came veins,
too quick, Even as the Simoom sweeps the blasted And whirl'd her brain to madness ; she plains."
As one who ne'er had dwelt among the sick, “ She woke at length, but not as sleepers
And flew at all she met, as on her foes ; wake,
But no one ever heard her speak or shriek, L'ather the dead, for life seem'd some- Although her paroxysm drew towards thing new,
its close : A strange sensation which she must partake Her's was a phrensy which disdain’d to rave,
Perforce, since whatsoever met her view Even when they smote her, in the hope to
Struck noton memory, though a heavy ache muste Lay, at her heart, whose earliest beat
“Yet she betray'd at times a gleam of sense; obey still true
Nothing could make her meet her faEy wie Brought back the sense of pain without the
Though on all other things with looks intense . The
She gazed, but none she ever could re
trace ; “She look'd on many a face with vacant eye, Food she refused, and raiment; no pretence
On many a token without knowing what; Availed for either; neither change of for the She saw them watch her without asking why,
place, And reck'dnot who around her pillow sat; Nor nor skill, nor remedy, could tage Not speechless though she spoke not; not
give her a sigh
Senses to sleep—the power seem'd gone Relieved her thoughts ; dull silence and
for ever. quick chat Were tried in vain by those who served ; “ Twelve days and nights she wither'd
thus ; at last, Nosign, save breath, of having left the grave. Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to
show “Her handmaids tended, but she heeded A parting pang, the spirit from her past;
And they who watch'd her nearest could Her father watch'd, she turn'd her eyes
not know away;
The very instant, till the change that cast Elle ! She recognised no being, and no spot Hersweet face into shadow, dull and slow,
However dear or cherish'd in their day; Glazed o'er her eyes the beautiful, the
Oh! to possess such lustre—and then lack!”
Don Juan in the meantime is carAnd yet those
eyes, which they would fain be weaning
ried aboard one of Lambro's vessels, Back to old thoughts, seem'd full of fear- where he is placed among a cargo of ful meaning
singers, who had been taken in going
on from Leghorn to Sicily on a pro"At last a slave bethought her of a harp; fessional trip. The pirate destined
The harper came, and tuned his instru- them for the Constantinople slaveAt the first notes, irregular and sharp,
market, where in due time they arrive, On him her flashing eyes a moment bent, favourite Sultana. Baba, the eunuch
and Don Juan is purchased for the Then to the wall she turn’d, as if to warp who made the bargain, carries him to Her thoughts fronı sorrow through her heart re-sent,
the palace where she resided. And he begun a long low island song “ Baba led Juan onward room by room Of ancient days, ere tyranny grew strong.
Through glittering galleries, and o'er “Anon her thin wan fingers beat the wall
marble floors, In time to his old tune ; he changed the Till a gigantic portal through the gloom, theme,
Haughty and huge, along the distance And sung of love ; the fierce name struck
towers ; through all
And wafted far arose a rich perfume: Her recollection; on her flash'd the dream. It seem'd as though they came upon a Of what she was, and is, if you could call
shrine, To be so, being ; in a gushing stream
For all was vast, still, fragrant, and divine. The tears rush'd forth from her o'erclouded 66 The giant door was broad, and bright, brain,
and high, Like mountain mists at length dissolved in Of gilded bronze, and carved in curious rain.
guise ; Vol. X.
Warriors thereon were battling furiously ; What all this meant : while Baba bow'd ne Here stalks the victor, there the van
and bended quish'd lies;
His head, until the ceremony ended. There captives led in triumph droop the
“ The lady rising up with such an air eye,
As Venus rose with from the wave, on And in perspective manya squadron flies; It seems the work of times before the line
them Of Rome transplanted fell with Constantine. Bent like an antelope a Paphian pair
Of eyes, which put out each surrounding “This massy portal stood at the wide close
gem ; Of a huge hall, and on its either side And raising up an arm as moonlight fair, Two little dwarfs, the least you could sup- She sign'd to Baba, who first kiss'd the pose,
hem Were sate, like ugly imps, as if allied Of her deep-purple robe, and speaking low In mockery to the enormous gate which rose Pointed to Juan, who remain'd below.
O'er them in almost pyramidic pride : The gate so splendid was in all its features,
Her presence was as lofty as her state; You never thought about those little crea
Her beauty of that overpowering kind,
Whose force description only would abate: tures,
I'drather leave it much to your own mind, "Until you nearly trod on them, and then Than lessen it by what I could relate
You started back in horror to survey Of forms and features ; it would strike The wond'rous hideousness of those small men,
Could I do justice to the full detail ; Whose colour was not black, nor white, So, luckily for both, my phrases fail.”
But an extraneous mixture, which no pen Can trace, although perhaps the pencil “Something imperial, or imperious, threw may ;
A chain o'er all she did ; that is, a chain They were misshapen pigmies, deaf and Was thrown as 'twere about the neck of dumb
youMonsters, who costa no less monstrous sum. And rapture's self will seem almost a pain
With aught which looks like despotism in “ Their duty was for they were strong, and though
Our souls at least are free, and 'tis in vain They look'd so little, did strong things at We would against them make the flesh times
obeyTo ope this door, which they could really do, The spirit in the end will have its way. The hinges being as smooth as Rogers' rhymes ;
“ Her very smile was haughty, though so And now and then with tough strings of the
sweet ; bow,
Her very nod was not an inclination ; As is the custom of those eastern climes, These was a self-will even in her small feet, To give some rebel Pacha a cravat; As though they were quite conscious of For mutes are generally used for that.
They trode as upon necks ; and to complete " They spoke by signs--that is, not spoke Her state, (it is the custom of her nation,) at all;
A poniard deck'd her girdle, as a sign And looking like two incubi, they glared She was a sultan's bride, (thank Heaven, As Baba with his fingers made them fall
not mine.") : Toheaving back the portal folds: it scared Juan a moment, as this pair so small She had seen Juan in the market, With shrinking serpent optics on him and had ordered him to be bought for stared ;
her. The description of a seraglian It was as if their little looks could poison love-making is touched
with the auOr fascinate whome'er they fix'd their eyes thor's gayest satire, but Juan, still qui
vering at the heart with the remem. Baba having opened the door, Juan brance of Haidée, is very coy to the Sul. is introduced into a magnificent room, tana, and actually bursts into tears wher where wealth had done wonders, tasté she says to him, not much.
“ Christian, can'st thou love." “ In this imperial hall, at distance lay “She was a good deal shock'd ; not shock'. Under a canopy, and there reclined
at tears, Quite in a confidential queenly way,
For women shed and use them at thei A lady; Baba stopp'd, and kneeling sign'd liking ; To Juan, who though not much used to pray, But there is something when man's ey Knelt down by instinct, wondering in his appears mind
Wét, still more disagreeable and striking