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irge With deeper skill in war's black art
Takit Than Othman's sons, and high of heart
In day chief that ever stood

Triamphant in the fields of blood;

Frem post to post, and deed to deed, Dearl Post spurring on his reeking steed,

There allying ranks the trench assail,
isi z lod make the foremost Moslem quail;
1: Or where the battery, guarded well,
base Remains as yet impregnable,

Alighting cheerly to inspire
The soldier slackening in his fire;
The fix and freshest of the host
Which Samboul's sultan there can boast,
To guide the follower o'er the ficld,
Ta point the tube, the lance to wield,
Or whird around the bickering blade ;--
Na Alp, the Adrian renegade !

The walls grew weak; and fast and hot
Against them pour’d the ceaseless shot,
With unabating fury sent
From battery to battlement;
And thunder-like the pealing din
Rose from each heated culverin;
And here and there some crackling dome
Was fired before the exploding bomb :
And as the fabric sank beneath
The shattering shell's volcanic breath,
In red and wreathing columns flash'd
The flame, as loud the ruin crashid,
Or into countless meteors driven,
Its earth-stars melted into heaven;
Whose clouds that day grew doubly dun,
impervious to the hidden sun,
With volumed smoke that slowly grew
To one wide sky of sulphurous hue.

From l'enice-once a race of worth

But not for vengeance, long delay'd, Elis gentle sires-he drew his birtb;

Alone, did Alp, the renegade, fiat late an exile from her shore,

The Moslem warriors sternly teach Against his countrymen he bore

His skill to pierce the promised breach :

Within these walls a maid was pent
Lk arms they taught to bear; and now
The turban girt his shaven brow.

His hope would win, without consent
Terezh many a change had Corinth pass'a of that inexorable sire,
Tich Greece to Venice' rule at last;

Whose .heart refused him in its ire,
Wind berebefore her walls, with those

When Alp, beneath his Christian name, b Greece and Venice equal foes,

Her virgin hand aspired to claim. & stood a foe, with all the zeal

In happiec mood, and earlier time, Haich young and fiery converts feel, While unimpeach'd for traitorous crime, skin whose heated bosom throngs

Gayest in gondola or hall, Tu merpory of a thousand wrongs.

He glitter'd through the Carnival ; To bim bad Venice ceased to be

And tuned the softest serenade Her ancient civic boast_"the Free; "

That e'er on Adria's waters play'd dat in the palace of St. Mark

At midnight to Italian maid. I snapped accusers in the dark

Whin the Lion's mouth” had placed And many deem'd her heart was won; * A charge against him uneffaced :

For sought by numbers, given to none, be sed in time, and saved his life, Had young Francesca's hand remain'd Faste his future years in strife,

Still by the church's bonds unchaind:. - Na taught his land how great her loss And when the Adriatic bore

be him who triumph d o'er the Cross, Lanciotto to the Paynim shore,

beinst which he rear'd the Crescent high, Her wonted smiles were seen to fail, 2 hind battled to avenge or die.

And pensive wax'd the maid and pale;

More constant at confessional, Comourgi-he whose closing scene

More rare at masque and festival; Hand the triumph of Engene,

Or secn at such, with downcast eyes, When on Carlowitz' bloody plain,

Which conquer'd hearts they ceased to prize: The last and mightiest of the slain,

With listless look she seems to gaze ; Remak, regretting not to die,

With humbler care her form arrays; curst the Christian's victory

Her voice less lively in the song ; lumeargi--can his glory cease,

Her step, though light, less fleet among The latest conqueror of Greece, The pairs, on whom the Morning's glance Tu Christian hands to Greece restore Breaks, yet unsated with the dance. De freedom Venice gave of yore? hundred years have rolld away

Sent by the state to guard the land, Sare be reix'd the Moslem's sway; (Which, wrested froin the Moslem's hand, lud now he led the Mussulman,

While Sobieski tamed his pride fat gave the guidance of the van By Buda's wall and Danube's side, Te Alp, who well repaid the trust

The chiefs of Venice wrung away
Breities levell'd with the dust;

From Patra to Enboea's bay),
Hot proved, by many a deed of death, Minotti held in Corinth's towers
Her firm his heart in novel faith. The Doge's delegated powers,

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While yet the pitying eye of Peace Of that strange sense its silence framed
Smiled o'er her long forgotten Greece: Such as a sudden passior-bell
And ere that faithless truce was broke Wakes, though but for a stranger's bar
Which freed her from the unchristian yoke,
With him his gentle daughter came;
Nor there, since Menelaus' dame

The tent of Alp was on the shore,
Forsook her lord and land, to prove

The sound was hushid, the prayer wase

The watch was set, the night-rand mai
What woes await on lawless love,

All mandates issued and oktd:
Had fairer form adornd the shore
Than she, the matchless stranger, bore.

'Tis but another anxious night.
His pains the morrow may requite

With all revenge and love can pay,
The wall is rent, the ruins yawn; In guerdon for their long delay.
And, with to-morrow's earliest dawn, Few hours remain, and he hath na
O'er the disjointed mass shall vault Of rest, to nerve for many a deed
The foremnost of the fierce assault.

Of slaughter; but within his soul
The bands are rank'd; the chosen van The thoughts like troubled waters
Of Tartar, and of Mussulman,

He stood alone among the host;
The full of hope, misnamed "forlorn," Not his the loud fanatic beast
Who hold the thought of death in scorn, To plant the crescent o'er the cres,
And win their way with falchions' force, Or risk a life with little loss,
Or pave the path with many a corse, Secure in paradise to be
O'er which the following brave may risc, By Houris loved immortally:
Their stepping-stone-- the last who dies! Nor his, what burning patriots feel,

The stern exaltedness of zeal,
The cold, round moon shines deeply down; He stood alone-a renegade
Tis midnight: on the mountain's brown Profuse of blood, antired in toil,

When battling on the parent soil
Blue roll the waters, blue the sky
Spreads like an ocean hung on high,

Against the country he betray'd;

He stood alone amidst his band,
Bespangled with those isles of light,

Without a trusted heart or hand:
So wildly, spiritually bright;
Who ever gazed upon them shining,

They follow'd him, for he was brary
And turn’d to earth without repining,

And great the spoil he got and grave
Nor wish'd for wings to flec away,

They crouch'd to him, for he had sai
And mix with their eternal ray?

To warp and wield the vulgar will
The waves on either shore lay there

But still his Christian origin
Calm, clear, and azure as the air;

With them was little less than sin
And scarce their foam the pebbles shook, They envied even the faithless fane
But murmur'd meekly as the brook.

He earn'd beneath a Moslem-name; The winds were pillow'd on the waves;

Since he, their mightiest chief, hadi The banners droop'd along their staves,

In youth a bitter Nazarene. And; as they fell around them furling,

They did not know how pride can stå Above them shone the crescent curling;

When baffled feelings withering dreb And that deep silence was unbroke,

They did not know how hate can bas Save where the watch his signal spoke,

In hearts once changed from soft to Save where the steed neigh’d oft 'and Nor all the false and fatal zeal

shrill,

The convert of revenge can feel. And echo answer'd from the hill,

He ruled them-man may rule the we And the wide hum of that wild host

By ever daring to be first: Rustled like leaves from coast to coast,

Sõ lions o'er the jackal sway; As rose the Muezzin's voice in air

The jackal points, he fells the pres, In midnight call to wonted prayer;

Then on the vulgar yelling press, It rose, that chanted mournful strain,

To gorge the relics of success. Like some lone spirit's o'er the plain : 'Twas musical, but sadly sweet,

His head grows fever'd, and his pali Such as when winds and harp-strings meet, The quick successive throbs convulse ; And take a long unmeasured tone,

In vain from side to side he throws To mortal minstrelsy unknown.

His form, in courtship of repose; It seem'd to those within the wall

Or if he dozed, a sound, a start A cry prophetic of their fall:

Awoke him with a sunken heart. It struck even the besieger's ear

The turban on his hot brow pressid,
With something ominous and drear, The mail weigh'd lead-like on his breat
An undefined and sudden thrill,

Though oft and long beneath its weight
Which inakes the heart a moment still, Upon his eyes had slumber sate,
Then beat with quicker pulse, ashamed Without or couch or canopy,

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Their phalanx marshallid on the plain, has aow might yield a warrior's bed, Whose bulwarks were not then in vain. ces, bow along the heaven was spread. They fell devoted, but undying;

d not rest, he could not stay The very gale their names seem'd sighing: his tent to wait for day,

The waters murmurd of their name; und I'd him forth along the sand, The woods were peopled with their fame;

housand sleepers strew'd the strand. The silent pillar, lone and gray, edaina

llow'd them? and why should he claim'd kindred with their sacred clay;

seful than the humblest be! Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain, i agede

jre their peril, worse their toil, Their memory sparkled o’er the fountain ;

they fearless dream of spoil; The meanest rill, the mightiest river 1

be alone, where thousands passed Rollid mingling with their fame for ever. Innfem

I sleep, perchance their last, Despite of every yoke she bears,
Irrigil wander'd on,

That land is glory's still and theirs !
sied all he gazed upon.

'Tis still a watch-word to the earth : Eler: be

When man would do a deed of worth loce alt his soul become more light

He points to Greece, and turns to tread,

So sanction'd, on the tyrant's head: lord 2. the freshness of the night. the silent sky, though calm,

He looks to her, and rushes on

Where life is lost, or freedom won. le ride thed his brow with airy balm: eradice s. the camp-before him lay, ored in a winding creek and bay,

Still by the shore Alp mutely mused, et bara gulf: and, on the brow

And wood the freshness Night diffused. thi's hill, unshaken snow,

There shrinks no ebb in that tideless sea, =)od. nd eternal, such as shone

Which changeless rolls eternally; on the sh thonsand summers brightly gone, So that wildest of waves, in their angriest a me he gulf, the mount, the clime;

mood, antry bobot melt, like man, to time: Scarce break on the bounds of the land for amiese and slave are swept away,

a rood; m'd to wear before the ray; And the powerless moon beholds them flow, * white veil, the lightest, frailest, Heedless if she come or go : on the mighty mount thou hailest, Calm or high, in main or bay, lower and tree are torn and rent, On their course she hath no sway. Wer its craggy battlement; The rock unworn its base doth bare, la peak, in height a cloud, And looks o'er the surf, but it comes not are like a hovering shroud,

there: ligh by parting Freedom spread, And the fringe of the foam may be seen below, a her fond abode she fled,

On the line that it left long ages ago: bilien trenger'd on the spot, where long A smooth short space of yellow sand

mophet-spirit spake in song. Between it and the greener land. all her step at moments falters hither'd fields, and ruin'd altars, in would wake, in souls too broken, Till within the range of a carbine's reach

He wanderd on, along the beach, 4 rate Anting to each glorious token. ain her voice, till better days

Of the leaguer'd wall; but they saw him not, in these yet remember'd rays

Or how could he 'scape from the hostile shot? shone upon the Persian flying,

Did traitors lurk in the Christian's hold ? kw the Spartan smile in dying.

Were their hands grown stiff, or their hearts

wax'd cold?

I know not, in sooth; but from yonder wall mindless of these mighty times

There flash'd no fire, and there hiss'd no ball, Alp, despite his flight and crimes ; Though he stood beneath the bastion's frown, tak larongh this night, as on he wanderd, That flank'd the sea-ward gate of the town;

ber the past and present ponder'd, Though he heard the sound, and could podle thought upon the glorious dead

almost tell there in better cause had bled,

The sullen words of the sentinel, del how faint and feebly dim As his measured step on the stone below lame that could accrue to him, Clank'd, as he paced it to and fro; cheerd the band, and waved the sword, And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall triter in a turban'd horde;

Hold o'er the dead their carnival, led them to the lawless siege,

Gorging and growling o'er carcase and limb; bise best success were sacrilege.

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And their white tusks crunch'd o'er the O'er that which hath been, and o'er th whiter skull,

which must be : As it slipp'd through their jaws, when their What we have seen, our sons shall see;

edge grew dull, Remnants of things that have pass'd awa: As they lazily mumbled the bones of the Fragments of stone, rear'd by creatures dead,

clay! When they scarce could rise from the spot

where they fed ; So well had they broken a lingering fast

He sate him down at a pillar's base, With those who had fallen for that night's Like one in dreary musing mood,

And pass'd his hand athwart his face;

repast. And Alp knew, by the turbans that rolla Declining was his attitude ;

on the sand,

His head was drooping on his breast,

Fever'd, throbbing, and opprest; The foremost of these were the best of his

band :

And o'er his brow, so downward bent, Crimson and green were the shawls of their Oft his beating fingers went,

Hurriedly, as you may see

wear,
And each scalp had a single long tuft of hair, Your own run over the ivory key,

Ere the measured tone is taken
All the rest was shaven and bare.
The scalps were in the wild dog's maw,

By the chords you would awaken.

There he sate all heavily,
The hair was tangled round his jaw.
But close by the shore on the edge of the gulf, Was it the wind, through some holk

As he heard the night-wind sigh.
There sat a vulture flapping a wolf,
Who had stolen from the hills, but kept Sent that soft and tender moan?

stone, away, Scared by the dogs, from the human prey; But it was unrippled as glass may be ;

Jie lifted his head, and he look'd on the se But he seized on his share of a steed that lay, He look'd on the long grass - it waved r Pick’d by the birds, on the sands of the bay.

a blade;

How was that gentle sound convey'd ? Alp turn'd him from the sickening sight: He look'd to the banners-each flag lay sti Never had shaken his nerves in fight; So did the leaves on Cithaeron's hill, But he better could brook to behold the And he felt not a breath come over ! dying,

cheek; Deep in the tide of their warm blood lying, What did that sudden sound bespeak? Scorch'd with the death-thirst, and writhing He turn’d to the left – is he sure of sigh

in vain,

There sate a lady, youthful and bright Than the perishing dead who are past all

pain. There is something of pride in the perilous

He started up with more of fear hour,

Than if an armed foe were near. Whate'er be the shape in which death may Who art thou, and wherefore sent

“God of my fathers ! what is here?

lower ; For Fame is there to say who bleeds,

So near a hostile armament?” And Honour's eye on daring deeds!

His trembling hands refused to sign But when all 'is past, it is humbling to The cross he deem'd no more divine :

tread

He had resumed it in that hour, O'er the weltering field of the tombless But conscience wrung away the power.

dead,

He gazed, he saw: he knew the face And see worms of the earth, and fuwls of of beauty, and the form of grace;

the air,

It was Francesca by his side, Beasts of the forest, all gathering there ;

The maid who might have been his brie All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay.

The rose was yet upon her cheek,

Buit mellow'd with a tenderer streak: There is a temple in ruin stands, Where was the play of her soft lips fled Fashion'd by long forgotten hands; Gone was the smile that enlivend their re Two or three columns, and many a stone, The ocean's calm within their view, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown! Beside her eye had less of blue; Ont upon Time! it will leave no more But like that cold wave it stood still, of the things to come than the things And its glance, though clear, was chill

before!

Around her forin a thin robe twining, Out upon Time! who for ever will leave Nought conceal'd her bosom shining; But enough of the past for the future to Through the parting of her hair,

grieve

Floating darkly downward there,

seem

Her rounded arm show'd white and bare: The feverish glow of his brow was gone, And ere yet she made reply,

And his heart sank so still that it felt like Once she raised her hand on high;

stone, It was so wan, and transparent of hue, As he look'd on the face, and beheld its hue You might have seen the moon shine So deeply changed from what he knew :

through.

Fair but faint - without the ray
Of mind, that made each feature play

Like sparkling waves on a sunny day;
--I come from my rest to him I love best, And her motionless lips lay still as death,
That I may be happy, and he may be blest. And her words came forth without her
I have pass'd the guards, the gate, the

breath, wall;

And there rose not a heave o'er her boSeght thee in safety through foes and all.

som's swell, Tu said the lion will turn and flee

And there seem'd not a pulse in her veins Pro a maid in the pride of her purity;

to dwell. And the power on high, that can shield Though her eye shone out, yet the lids the good

were fix'd, The: from the tyrant of the wood,

And the glance that it gave was wild and Hath extended its mercy to guard me as

unmix'd well

With aught of change, as the eyes may From the hands of the leaguering infidel. Irene - and if I come in vain,

Of the restless who walk in a troubled beter, oh never, we meet again!

dream; Tlog hast done a fearful deed

Like the figures on arras, that gloomily ha falling away from thy father's creed :

glare, Bar dash that turban to earth, and sign Stirr’d by the breath of the wintry air, I be sign of the cross, and for ever be So seen by the dying lamp's fitful light,

mine;

Lifeless, but life-like, and awful to sight; Fring the black drop from thy heart,

As they seem, throngh the dimness, about Ind to-morrow unites us no more to part."

to come down From the shadowy wall where their images

frown; -Ind where should our bridal couch be

Fearfully flitting to and fro, In the midst of the dying and the dead ?

As the gusts on the tapestry come and go, for to-morrow we give to the slaughter and flame

“If not for love of me be given The sons and the shrines of the Christian Thus much, then, for the love of heaven,

Again I say-that turban tear me are thon and thine, I've sworn, From off thy faithless brow, and swear I be left upon the morn:

Thine injured country's sons to spare, Boi thee will I bear to a lovely spot, Or thou art lost; and never shalt see, There our hands shall be join'd, and our Not earth-that's past—but heaven or me.

sorrow forgot. If this thou dost accord, albeit There thou yet shalt be my bride, A heavy doom 'tis thine to meet, When once again I've quell’d the pride That doom shall half absolve thy sin, Oilenice; and her hated race

And mercy's gate may receive thee within: Hue felt the arm they would debase

But pause one moment more, and take dvrge, with a whip of scorpions, those The curse of Him thou didst forsake; Whata vice and envy made my foes." And look once more to heaven, and see

Its love for ever shut from thee. [pon his hand she laid her own

There is a light cloud by the moon-Liott was the touch, but it thrill'd to the

'Tis passing, and will pass full soon-bone,

If, by the time its vapoury sail od hot a chillness to his heart,

Hath ceased her shaded orb to veil, whicha fix'd him beyond the power to start. Thy heart within thee is not changed, Tamgh slight was that grasp so mortal

Then God and man are both avenged ; cold,

Dark will thy doom be, darker still He could not loose him from its hold;

Thine immortality of ill." Bei never did clasp of one so dear Strike on the pulse with such feeling of Aly look’d to heaven, and saw on high

fear,

The sign she spake of in the sky;
As those thin fingers, long and white, But his heart was swollen, and turn'd aside,
Irine through his blood by their touch By deep interminable pride.

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