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Ingred to hunters he was found at bay, And famine wrings, and fever sweeps aw And they must kill, they cannot snare the His numbers melting fast from their arra


Intemperate triumph fades to discontent Stern, unambitious, silent, he had been And Lara's soul alone seems still unbent Henceforth a calm spectator of life's scene, But few remain to aid his voice and has But dragg’d again upon the arena, stood And thousands dwindled to a scanty ban A leader not unequal to the feud; Desperate, though few, the last and bu In voice-mien-gesture-savage nature

remain'd spoke,

To mourn the discipline they late disdain And from his eye the gladiator broke. One hope survives, the frontier is not fa

And thence they may escape from native wa What boots the oft-repeated tale of strife,

And bear within them to the neighbouri The feast of vultures, and the waste of life? | An exile's sorrows, or an outlaw's hate =

state The varying fortune of each separate field, Hard is the task their father-land to qu The fierce that vanquish, and the faint But harder still to perish or submit.

that yield? The smoking ruin, and the crumbled wall? In this the struggle was the same with all;

It is resolved-they march - consenti Save that distemper’d passions lent their

Night force

Guides with her star their dim and torchl In bitterness that banish'd all remorse.

flight; None sued, for Mercy knew her cry was Already they perceive its tranquil beam


Sleep on the surface of the barrier-strea The captive died upon the battle-slain : Already they descry-Is yon the bank? In either cause, one rage alone possest

Away! 'tis lined with many a hostile rau The empire of the alternate victor's breast; Return or fly!-What glitters in the rei And they that smote for freedom or for 'Tis Otho's banner--the pursuer's spear


Are those the shepherds' fires upon Deem'd few were slain, while more remain'd

height? to slay.

Alas! they blaze too widely for the flig It was too late to check the wasting brand, Cut off from hope, and compass'd in the ti And Desolation reap'd the famish'd land ; Less blood perchance hath bought a ric The torch was lighted, and the flame was

spoil! spread, And Carnage smiled upon her daily dead. A moment's pause, 'tis but to brea

their band, Fresh with the nerve the new-born im-Or shall they onward press, or here wi pulse strung,

stand? The first success to Lara's numbers clung: It matters little - if they charge the for But that vain victory hath ruin'd all,

Who by the border-stream their ma They form no longer to their leader's call;

oppose, In blind confusion on the foe they press,

Some few, perchance, may break and | And think to snatch is to secure success.

the line, The lust of booty, and the thirst of hate,

However link'd to baffle such design. Lure on the broken brigands to their fate;

“ The charge be ours! to wait for th In vain he doth whate'er a chief may do,

assault To check the headlong fury of that crew;

Were fate well worthy of a coward's halt In vain their stubborn ardour be would tame. Forth flies each sabre, rein'd is every ste The hand that kindles cannot quench the And the next word shall scarce outstrip flame;

deed : The wary foe alone hath turn'd their mood, In the next tone of Lara's gathering bre And shown their rashness to that erring How many shall but hear the voice of dea

brood : The feign'd retreat, the nightly ambuscade,

His blade is bared, in him there is an The daily harras, and the fight delay'd, As deep, but far too tranquil for despai The long privation of the hoped supply,

A something of indifference more than a The tentless rest beneath the humid sky, Becomes the bravest, if they feel for me! The stubborn wall that mocks the leaguer's He turn'd his eye on Kaled, ever near

And still too faithful to betray one fear And palls the patience of his baffled heart, Perchance 'twas but the moon's dim twilig of these they had not deem'd: the battle-day They could encounter as a veteran may, Along his aspect an unwonted hue But more preferr'd the fury of the strife, Of mournful paleness, whose deep! And present death to hourly suffering life:




The truth, and not the terror of his breast. And near yet quivering with what life This Lara markd, and laid his hand on his :

remain'd, It trembled not in such an hour as this; The heel that urged him and the hand that His lip was silent, scarcely beat his heart,

rein'd; His eye alone proclaim'd,“ We will not part! And some too near that rolling torrent lie, * Thy band may perish, or thy friends may Whose waters mock the lip of those that die; flee,

That panting thirst which scorches in the fuerell to life, but not adien to thee!”


Of those that die the soldier's fiery death, The word hath pass'd bis lips, and onward In vain impels the burning mouth to crave driven,

One drop-the last—to cool it for the grave; Pours the link'd band through ranks asunder With feeble and convulsive effort swept, riven;

Their limbs along the crimson'd turf havo Well has each steed obey'd the arined heel,

crept; And flash the scimitars, and rings the steel; The faint remains of life such struggles Datumlerd, not outbraved, they still

waste, oppose But yet they reach the stream, and bend

to taste: Despair to daring, and a front to foes; kad bleed is mingled with the dashing They feel its freshness, and almost partakestream, Why pause? No further thirst have they

to slakeThich rans all redly till the morning beam.

It is unquench'd, and yet they feel it not;

It was an agony-but now forgot!
Csomanding, aiding, animating all,
There foe appear'd to press, or friend to fall,
Gen Lara's voice, and waves or strikes

Beneath a lime, remoter from the scene, his steel,

Where but for him that strife had never been, biriag hope, himself had ceased to feel. A breathing but devoted warrior lay: le tied, for well they knew that flight 'Twas Lara bleeding fast from life away; were vain;

His follower once, and now his only guide, But those that waver turn to smite again, kneels Kaled watchful o'er his welling side, Tile yet they find the firmest of the foe And with his scarf would staunch the tides Basil before their leader's look and blow:

that rush, la girt with numbers, now almost alone, with each convulsion, in a blacker gush; le fila their ranks, or reunites his own;

And then, as his faint breathing waxes low, kaelf he spared not once they seem'd In feebler, not less fatal tricklings flow: to fly

He scarce can speak, but motions him 'tis lor vu the time, he waved his hand on

vain, high,

And merely adds another throb to pain. ki sbook – why sudden droops that plamed He clasps the hand that pang which would crest?

assuage, The shaft is sped – the arrow's in his breast! And sadly smiles his thanks to that dark page

Pea fatal gesture left the unguarded side, Who nothing fears, nor feels , nor heeds, hd Death hath stricken down yon arm of

nor sees, pride. Save that damp brow which rests upon

his De word of triumph fainted from his

knees; tongue;

Save that pale aspect, where the eye, though Ta hand , so raised , how droopingly it

dim, hung!

Held all the light that shone on earth for Let yet the sword instinctively retains,

bim. Though from its fellow shrink the falling

reins; These Kaled snatches: dizzy with the blow,

The foe arrives, who long had search'd

the field, had senseless bending o'er his saddle-bow, Their triumph nought till Lara too should brerires not Lara that his anxious page

yield; Bez les his charger from the combat's rage: They would remove him, but they sec 'twere Hatime his followers charge, and charge

vain, again; l's mix'd the slayers now to heed the slain! That rose to reconcile him with his fate,

And he regards them with a calm disdain,

And that escape to death from living hate: bay glimmers on the dying and the dead, And Otho comes, and leaping from his steed, The cloven cuirass, and the helmless head; Looks on the bleeding foe that made him The war-horse masterless is on the earth,

bleed, And that last gasp bath burst liis bloody And questions of his state; he answers not, girth; Scarce glances on him as on ore forgot,

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And turns to Kaled :-each remaining word, And Kaled, though he spoke not, n They understood not, if distinctly leard;

withdrew His dying tones are in that other tongue, From Lara's face his fix'd despairing vie To which some strange remembrance wildly With brow repulsive, and with gesture swi


Flung back the hand which held the sacra They spake of other scenes, but what-is

gift, known

As if such but disturb’d the expiring ma To Kaled, whom their meaning reachd Nor seem'd to know his life but then bega


That life of immortality, secure And he replied, though faintly, to their To none, save them whose faith in Chri

sound, While gazed the rest in dumb amazement


But gasping heaved the breath that La They seem'd even then—that twain- unto

drew, the last

And dull the film along his dim eye grew; To half forget the present in the past; His limbs stretch'd fluttering, and his he To sbare between themselves some separate

droop'd o'er fate,

The weak yet still untiring knee that bor Whose darkness none beside should pene- He press’d the hand he held upon his heart


It beats no more, but kaled will not pi

With the cold grasp, but feels, and se Their words, though faint, were many

in vain, from the tone

For that faint throb which answers not aga Their import those who heard could judge

" It beats!”-Away, thou dreamer! he

alone; From this, you might have deem'd young It once was Lara which thou lookst up

gonekaled's death More near than Lara's by his voice and


He gazed, as if not yet had pass'd aw So sad, so deep, and hesitating broke The haughty spirit of that humble clay The accents his scarce-moving pale lips And those around have roused him from spoke;

trance, But Lara's voice though low,at first was clear But cannot tear from thence his fixed glam And calm, till murmuring death gaspa And when in raising him from where he be

hoarsely near :

Within his arms the form that felt no mo But from his visage little could we guess, He saw the head his breast would st So unrepentant, dark, and passionless,

sustain, Save that when struggling nearer to his last, Roll down like earth to earth upon the pla Upon that page his eye was kindly cast;

He did not dash himself thereby, nor te And once as Kaled's answering accents ceast, The glossy tendrils of his raven-hair, Rose Lara's hand, and pointed to the East : But strove to stand and gaze, bat ree Whether (as then the breaking sun from high

and fell, Roll’d back the clouds) the morrow caught Scarce breathing more than that he lor

so well. Or that 'twas chance, or some remember Than that he loved ! Oh! never yet benea

The breast of man such trusty love m That raised his arm to point where such

breathe! had been,

That trying moment hath at once revea Scarce Kaled seem'd to know, but turnd The secret long and yet but half conceal'


In baring to revive that lifeless breast, As if his heart abhorr'd that coming day. Its grief seemd ended, but the sex conse And shrunk his glance before that morning and life return'd, and Kaled felt no shame


What now to her was Womanhood or Fam To look on Lara's brow – where all grew


And Lara sleeps not where his fathe Yet sense seem'd left, though better were

sleep, its loss;

But where he died his grave was dug as der For when one near display'd the absolving Nor is his mortal slumber less profound,

Though priest nor bless'd, nor marble deck And proffer'd to his touch the holy bead,

the mound; Of which his parting soul might own the And he was mourn'd by one whose quie need,

grief, He look'd npon it with an eye profane, Less loud, outlasts a people's for their chie And smiled --Heaven pardon! if'twere with Vain was all question ashid her of the pas

disdain :

And vain even menace silent to the lank

his eye,





She told nor whence, nor why she left | Heaved up the bank, and dash'd it from behind

the shore, Hr all for one who seem'd but little kind. Then paused, and look'd, and turn’d, and Why did she love him? Curious fool!- be

seem'd to watch, still

And still another hurried glance would Is human love the growth of human will?

snatch, To her be might be gentleness; the stern And follow yith his step the stream that Bave deeper thoughts than your dull eyes

flow'd, discern,

As if even yet too much its surface showd: And when they love, your smilers guess At once he started, stoop'd; – around him not how

strown Beats the strong heart, though less the The winter floods had scatter'd heaps of lips avow.

stone; They were not common links, that forms of these the heaviest thence he gather'd the chain

there, That bound to Lara Kaled's heart and brain; And slung them with a more than common Bar that wild tale she brook'd not to unfold, And scald is now each lip that could have Meantime the Serf had crept to where told. Himself might safely mark what this might

mean; They laid him in the earth, and on his He caught a glimpse, as of a floating breast,

breast, Besides the found that sent his soul to rest, But ere he well could mark the buoyant

And something glitter'd starlike on the vest, Day found the scatter'd dints of many a

trunk, scar,

A massy fragment smote it, and it sunk : Vich were not planted there in recent war; it rose again but indistinct to view, There'er had pass'd his summer-years of And left the waters of a purple hue, life,

Then deeply disappeard : the horseman A suas they vanish'd in a land of strife;

gazed Be all unknown his glory or his guilt,

Till ebb’d the latest eddy it had raised ; Tas only told that somewhere blood was then turning, vaulted on his pawing steed,

spilt, In Czzelin, who might have spoke the His face was mask'd—the features of the

And instant spurr'd him into panting speed. past,

dead, – that night appear'd his If dead it were, escaped the observer's dread; last.

But if in sooth a star its bosom bore,

Such is the badge that knighthood ever Upon that night (a peasant's is the tale) Tvrt that cross'd the intervening vale, And such 'tis known Sir Ezzelin had worn la Cynthia’s light almost gave way to Upon the night that led to such a morn. morn,

If thus he perish'd, Heaven receive his bat nearly veil'd in mist her waning horn;

soul! Serí, that rose betimes to thread the His undiscover'd limbs to ocean roll; wood,

And charity upon the hope would dwell kat hew the bough that bought his It was not Lara's hand by which he fell.

children's food, Peid by the river that divides the plain Ocho's lands and Lara's broad domain: And Kaled-Lara-Ezzelin, are gone, Le beard a tramp-a horse and horseinan Alike without their monumental stone! broke

The first, all efforts vainly strove to wean Prea out the wood—before him was a From lingering where her chieftain's blood cloak

had been ; Pript round some barthen at his saddle-Grief had so tamed a spirit once too proud, bow,

Her tears were few, her wailing never loud; was his head, and hidden was his But furious would you tear her from the brow.

spot ked by the sudden sight at such a time, Where yet she scarce believed that he was Het anne foreboding that it might be crime,

not, Haswell unheeded watch'd the stranger's Her eye shot forth with all the living fire

That haunts the tigress in her whelpless ire; Bibo reach'd the river, bounded from his Bat left to waste her weary moments there, horse,

She talk'd all idly unto shapes of air, And listing thence the burthen which he such as the busy brain of sorrow paints, bore,

And woos to listen to hor fond complaints:

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And she would sit beneath the very tree Herself would question, and for him repl Where lay his drooping head upon her knee; Then rising, start, and beckon him to 1And in that posture where she saw him fall, From some imagined spectre in pursuit; His words, his looks, his dying grasp recal; Then seat her down upon some linde And she had shorn, but saved her raven

root, hair,

And hide her visage with her meagre han And oft would snatch it from her bosom Or trace strange characters along the sand


This could not last – she lies by him s And fold, and press it gently to the ground,

loved ; A. if she staunch'd anew some phantom's Her tale untold her truth too dear wound.






and the governor seeing it was impo JOHN HOBHOUSE, ESQ.

sible to hold out against so mighty a fore thought it fit to beat a parley: but whui

they were treating about the articles, o FRIEND.

of the magazines in the Turkish can January 22, 1816.

wherein they had six hundred barrels ADVERTISEMENT.

powder, blew up by accident, whereby

or seven hundred men were killed: whi "The grand army of the Turks (in 1715), so enraged the infidels, that they wou under the Prime Vizier, to open to them- not grant any capitulation, but stormed t selves a way into the heart of the Morea, place with so much fury, that they took and to form the siege of Napoli di Romania, and put most of the garrison, with Signi the most considerable place in all that Minotti, the governor, to the sword. T country, thought it best in the first place rest, with Antonio Bembo, proveditor esti to attack Corinth, upon which they made ordinary, were made prisoners of war.** several storms.The garrison being weakened, History of the Turks, vol. III. p. 151.

Many a vanish'd year and age,

On dun Cithaeron's ridge appears And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, The gleam of twice ten thousand spears Have swept o'er Corinth; yet she stands And downward to the Isthmian plain A fortress form'd to Freedom's hands. From shore to shore of either inain, The whirlwind's wrath, the earthquake's The tent is pitch'd, the crescent shines


Along the Moslem's leaguering lines; Have left untouch'd her hoary rock, And the dusk Spahi's bands advance T'he keystone of a land, which still, Beneath each bearded pasha's glauce; Though fall'n, looks proudly on that hill, And far and wide as eye can reach The land-mark to the double tide

The turban'd cohorts throng the beach; That purpling rolls on either side, And there the Arab's camel kneels, As if their waters chafed to meet,

And there his steed the Tartar wheels; Yet pause and crouch beneath her feet. The Turcoman hath left his herd, But could the blood before her shed The sabre round his loins to gird; Since first Timoleon's brother bled, And there the volleying thunders pour, Or baffled Persia's despot fled,

Till waves grow smoother to the roar. Arise from out the earth which drank The trench is dug, the cannon's breath 'The stream of slaughter as it sank, Wings the far hissing globe of death ; That sanguine ocean would o’erflow Fast whirl the fragments from the wall, Her isthmus idly spread below:

Which crumbles with the powderous bal} Or could the bones of all the slain, And from that wall the foe replies, Who perish'd there, be piled again, O'er dusty plain and smoky skies, That rival pyramid would rise

With fires that answer fast and well More mountain-like, through those clear The summons of the Infidel.

skies, Than yon tower-capt Acropolis

But near and nearest to the wall Which seems the very clouds to kiss. of those who wish and work its fall,

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