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 bold 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, whý forget bachanalian ever penned-You will,

The nobler and the manlier one ? indeed, although with a grumble, Í You have the letters Cadmus gavem 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
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,

divine :

song

He served but served Polycrates-
Where grew the arts of war and peace,-
Where Delos rose, and Phæbus sprung!

A tyrant; but our masters then

Were still, at least, our countrymen.
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

“ The tyrant of the Chersonese
" The Scian and the Teian muse,

Was freedom's best and bravest friend;
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,

That tyrant was Miltiades !
Have found the fame your shores refuse;

Oh! that the present hour would lend

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
And Marathon looks on the sea ;

Such as the Doric mothers bore ;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dream'd that Greece might still be free; The Heracleidan blood might own.

And there, perhaps, some seed is sown,
For, standing on the Persians' grave,
I could not deem myself a slave.

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 ;
And ships, by thousands, lay below,

But Turkish force, and Latin fraud,
And men in nations ;-all were his !
He counted them at break of day-

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
The heroic lay is tuneless now-

But gazing on each glowing maid,
The heroic bosom beats no more!

My own the burning tear-drop laves,

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, Though link'd among a fetter'd race,

May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; To feel at least a patriot's shame,

There, swan-like, let me sing and die :

A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine
Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;
For what is left the poet here?

Dash down yon cup of Sarian wine!”
For Greeks a blush for Greece a tear. There is a little confusion in th.
“ 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 ?

slaves gone,

red;

with prayer.

admiring the rosy twilight of the even- Grecian evening, a presentiment of soring sky.

row passes over their hearts.

“ 1 know not why, but in that hour to-night, “T' our tale.-The feast was over, the

Even as they gazed, a sudden tremor

came, The dwarfs and dancing girls had all retired;

And swept, as 'twere, across their heart's The Arab lore and poet's song were done,

delight,

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 twilight 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

either frame,

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 Haidee's The time, the clime, the spot, where I so

eye." oft

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 yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr’d Juan, and shuddering o'er his frame would

creep; E “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

Stirr'd with her dream as rose-leaves with Look up to thine, and to thy Son's above ! 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 mindthy crutch, and, with the help of Black- Good to the soul which we no more can wood'sporter, 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 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.

As she gazes 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,

the wall melting into tears of tenderness, dry Snatch'd

down his sabre, in hot haste to

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.

bind;

see.

a

tis

joy ?

die ;

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

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 us yes it must be

In fix'd ferocity, when joyous tears,

And sweet sensations, should have w ilyes. Oh ! 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

This, Christopher, you must allow, That doubt should mingle with my filial is spirited, and you will observe a 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 she was in such a state as Mlle. Nob

and, when she awoke from her trance, with dread, And drawing from his belt a pistol, he let is seen in the ballet of Nina. The Replied, Your blood be then on your first time you see your venison friend, own head.'

the Thane of Fife, ask him if there is 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 eỹe 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

power bear

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;

forth : But after being fired at once or twice, Beauty and love were Haidée's mother's The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.

dower ; But her large dark eye show'd deep Pas

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;

Till 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,

SO;

*

**

a

arose

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 ¿Layat her heart, whose earliest beat “Yet she betray'd at times a gleam of sense; still true

Nothing could make her meet her faBrought back the sense of pain without the

ther's face,
cause,
For, for a while, the furies made a pause.

Though on all other things with looks intense
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 She saw them watch her without asking why, place,

And reck'd not who around laer pillow sat; Nor time, nor skill, nor remedy, could = 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.

save.

quick chat

she gave

not ;

Were tried in vain by those who served ; “ Twelve days and nights she wither'd

thus ; at last, Nosign, save breath, of having left thegrave. 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 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 * They changed from room to room, but all blackforgot,

Oh! to possess such lustre—and then lack!” Gentle, but without memory she lay;

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 slave

ment ; At the first notes, irre

market, where in due time they

arrive, ular and sharp, 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

marble floors, “Anon her thin wan fingers beat the wall In time to his old tune ; he changed the

Till a gigantic portal through the gloom, theme,

Haughty and huge, along the distance 6 And sung of love; the fierce name struck

And wafted far arose a rich perfume: through all 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,

For all was vast, still, fragrant, and divine. To be so, being; in a gushing stream The tears rush'd forth from her o'erclouded “ 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.

P

towers ;

you blind

Warriors thereon were battling furiously ; What all this meant : while Baba bow'd 1
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;

them
It seems the work of times before the line
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 :

Her
The gate so splendid was in all its features,

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.”

nor gray, 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,

view; 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.

her station

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 seragliap 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, taste 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's 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;
ToJuan, who though not much used to pray, But there is something when man's ey
Knelt down by instinct, wondering in his appears
mind

Wėt, still more disagreeable and striking

on."