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Inored to hunters he was found at bay, And famine wrings, and fever sweeps a And they must kill, they cannot snare the His numbers melting fast from their ar
Intemperate triumph fades to disconter Stern, unambitious, silent, he had been And Lara's soul alone seems still unbe Henceforth a calm spectator of life's scene, But few remain to aid his voice and h But dragg'd again upon the arena, stood And thousands dwindled to a scanty b A leader not unequal to the feud; | Desperate, though few, the last and In voice-mien-gesture-savage nature
To mourn the discipline they late disda And from his eye the gladiator broke. One hope survives, the frontier is not
And thence they may escape from native
And bear within them to the neighbou What boots the oft-repeated tale of strife,
state The feast of vultures, and the waste of life? | An exile's sorrows, or an outlaw's hat The varying fortune of each separate field, Hard is th
field, Hard is the task their father-land to The fierce that vanquish, and the faint But
"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 - consen Save that distemper’d passions lent their
Guides with her star their dim and torcl In bitterness that banish'd all remorse.
flight; None sued, for Mercy knew her cry was Already they perceive its tranquil bea
Sleep on the surface of the barrier-str 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 1 The empire of the alternate victor's breast; Return or fly!- What glitters in the i And they that smote for freedom or for | 'Tis Otho's banner-the pursuer's spe
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 fli It was too late to check the wasting brand,Cut off from hope, and compass'd in the And Desolation reap'd the famish'd land ;| Less blood perchance hath bought a ri The torch was lighted, and the flame was
spoil! spread, And Carnage smiled upon her daily dead. A moment's pause, 'tis but to bry
their band, Fresh with the nerve the new-born im- Or shall they onward press, or here ! pulse strung,
stand? The first success to Lara's nambers clung: It matters little-if they charge the But that vain victory hath ruin'd all. Who by the border - stream their r They form no longer to their leader's call;
oppose, In blind confusion on the foe they press,
Some few, percbance, 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;l
“ The charge be ours! to wait for In vain he doth whate'er a chief may do, To check the headlong fury of that crew;
.Were fate well worthy of a coward's ha In vain their stubborn ardonr be would tame,
Forth flies each sabre, rein'd is every The hand that kindles cannot quench the
And the next word shall scarce outstr flame;
deed: The wary foe alone hath turn'd'their mood. In the next tone of Lara's gathering! And shown their rashness to that erring
How many shall but hear the voice of
brood: The feign'd retreat, the nightly ambuscade, His blade is bared, in him there is The daily harras, and the fight delay'd, As deep, but far too tranquil for desi The long privation of the hoped supply, A something of indifference more thal The tentless rest beneath the humid sky, Becomes the bravest, if they feel for 1 The stubborn wall that mocks the leaguer's He turn'd his eye on Kaled, ever nea
And still too faithful to betray one fu And palls the patience of his baffled heart, Perchance 'twas but the moon's dim tw Of these they had not deem'd: the battle-day!
threw They could encounter as a veteran may, Along his aspect an unwonted hue But more preferr'd the fury of the strife, or mournful paleness, whose deel And present death to hourly suffering life:
The truth, and not the terror of his breast. And near yet quivering with what life Thi: Lara mark d, 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; liseye 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 Fussell to life, but not adieu to thee!”
Of those that die the soldier's fiery death, The word hath pass'd his lips, and onward
In vain impels the burning mouth to crave driven,
One drop—the last-to cool it for the grave; Pears 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 last the scimitars, and rings the steel; The faint remains of life such struggles Outarmkrd, not outbraved, they still
But yet they reach the stream, and bend Despair to daring, and a front to foes;
to taste: And blood is mingled with the dashing
They feel its freshness, and almost partakestream,
Why pause? No further thirst bave they Thich rans all redly till the morning beam.
It is unquench'd, and yet they feel it not; Csenmanding, aiding, animating all,
| It was an agony--but now forgot! There fae appeard to press, or friend to fall, Ces 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, hirag hope, himself had ceased to feel. A breathing but devoted warrior lay: Se fled, 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, While ret they find the firmest of the foe And with his scarf would staunch the tides keoil before their leader's look and blow:
that rush, Sa girt with numbers, now almost alone, With each convulsion, in a blacker gush; e foils their ranks, or reunites his own;
And then, as his faint breathing waxes low, meelf he spared not-once they seem'
dIn feebler, not less fatal tricklings flow: to fly
He scarce can speak, but motions him 'tis At was the time, he waved his hand on
And merely adds another throb to pain. wsbook - why sudden droops that plamed He clasps ihe hand that pang which would
assuage, De haft is sped - the arrow's in his breast! And sadly smiles his thanks to that dark page Alat fatal gesture left the unguarded side, Who nothing fears, nor feels , nor heeds, LiDeath hath stricken down yon arm of
nor sees, pride.
Save that damp brow which rests upon his The word of triumph fainted from his
knees; tongue; Net hand , so raised , how droopingly it
Save that pale aspect, where the eye, though
Held all the light that shone on earth for let yet the sword instinctively retains, asugh from its fellow shrink the falling reins ;
The foe arrives, who long had search'd bese Kaled snatches: dizzy with the blow,
the field, Al senseless bending o'er his saddle-bow, Their triumph nought till Lara too should Faires not Lara that his anxious page
yield; Beguiles his charger from the combat's rage: They would remove him, but they sec 'twere Teatime his followers charge, and charge
vain, again; Ik 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: har glimmers on the dying and the dead, And Otho comes, and leaping from his steed, Le cloven cuirass, and the helmless head; Looks on the bleeding foe that made him be war-horse masterlegs is on the earth,
bleed, that last gasp hath burst luis bloody And questions of his state; he answers not, girth; Scarce glances on him as on ore forgot,
And turns to Kaled :-each remaining word, And Kaled, though he spoke not, They understood not, if distinctly heard ;
withdrew His dying tones are in that other tongue, From Lara's face his fix'd despairing To which some strange remembrance wildly With brow repulsive, and with gesture
Flung back the hand which held the s They spake of other scenes, but what-is
As if such but disturb’d the expiring To Kaled, whom their meaning reachd Nor seem'd to know his life but then b
That life of immortality, secure And he replied, though faintly, to their to none, save them whose faith in C sound,
is sure. While gazed the rest in dumb amazement
But gasping heaved the breath that They seem'd even then—that twain- unto
drew, the last
| And dull the film along his dim eye gre To half forget the present in the past; His limbs stretch'd fluttering, and his To share between themselves some separate
droop'd o'er fate,
| The weak yet still untiring knee that 1 Whose darkness none beside should pene- He press’d the hand he held upon his he
It beats no more, but Kaled will not
With the cold grasp, but feels, and Their words, though faint, were many
in vain, from the tone
For that faint throb which answers nota Their import those who heard could judge - It beats!"-Away, thou dreamer! | alone;
goneFrom this, you might have deem'd young It once was Lara which thou lookst 1
Kaled's death More near than Lara's by his voice and
He gazed, as if not yet had pass'da So sad, so deep, and hesitating broke | The haughty spirit of that humble cl The accents his scarce-moving pale lips. And those around have roused him fro spoke;
trance, But Lara's voice though low,at first was clear
But cannot tear from thence his fixed gli And calm, till murmuring death gasp'd And when in raising him from where he
hoarsely near :
| Within his arms the form that felt no 11 But from his visage little could we guess,
He saw the head his breast would So unrepentant, dark, and passionless,
sustain, Save that when struggling nearer to his last, J Roll down like earth to earth upon the p Upon that page his eye was kindly cast;
as kindly cast: 'He did not dash himself thereby, nor And once as Kāled's answering accents ceast, I The glossy tendrils of his raven-hair, Rose Lara's hand, and pointed to the East: But strove to stand and gaze, but r Whether (as then the breaking sun from high
and fell, Rollid back the clouds) the morrow caught Scarce breathing more than that he ! his eye,
so well. Or that 'twas chance, or some remember'd| Than that he loved! Oh! never yet ben
The breast of man such trusty love That raised his arm to point where such
breathe! had been,
That trying moment hath at once revi Scarce Kaled seem'd to know, but turn'a | The secret long and yet but half conce
In baring to revive that lifeless breas As if his heart abhorr'd that coming day. | Its grief seem'd ended, but the sex coni And shrunk his glance before that morning.
And life return'd, and Kaled felt no shar light,
What now to her was Womanhood or Fa To look on Lara's brow - where all grew
And Lara sleeps not where his fat Yet sense seem'd left, though better were
sleep, its loss;
But where he died his grave was dug as d For when one near display'd the absolving Nor is his mortal slumber less profout
Though priest nor bless'd, nor marble de 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 9 need,
grief, He look'd upon it with an eye profane, Less loud, outlasts a people's for their ch And smiled-Heaven pardon! if 'twere with Vain was all question ask'd her of the !
| And rain even menace - silent to the li life,
Be told nor whence, nor why she left | Heaved up the bank, and dash'd it from behind
the shore, Er 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 Ibuman love the growth of human will?
snatch, Te ber he might be gentleness ; the stern And follow with his step the stream that Base deeper thoughts than your dull eyes
As if even yet too much its surface show'd : 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 formd 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 But that wild tale she brook'd not to unfold,
care. And wald is now each lip that could have Meantime the Serf had crept to where told.
unseen Himself might safely mark what this might
mean; They laid him in the earth, and on his Here
115 He caught a glimpse, as of a floating breast, breast,
And something glitter'd starlike on the vest, Besides the vognd that sent his soul to rest, But ere he well could mark the buoyant Dory found the scatter'd dints of many a
trunk, scar, Clich were not planted there in recent war;
A massy fragment smote it, and it sunk : There'er had pass'd his summer-years of And left the waters of a purple hue,
It rose again but indistinct to view, escerns they vanish'd in a land of strife;
Then deeply disappear'd : the horseman
gazed Ball unknown his glory or his guilt,
Till ebb'd the latest eddy it had raised ; The only told that somewhere blood was
Then turning, vaulted on his pawing steed, spilt,
And instant spurr'd him into panting speed. Ezzelin, who might have spoke the His face was mask'd—the features of the past,
. dead, Retara'd no more, 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 Tpea that night (a peasant's is the tale)
wore, bers that crossid 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 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 Al hew the bough that bought his It was not Lara's hand by which he fell.
children's food, Paid by the river that divides the plain
Otho's lands and Lara's broad domain: And Kaled-Lara-Ezzelin, are gone, Se beard a tramp-a horse and horseman Alike without their monumental stone! broke
| The first, all efforts vainly strove to wean from out the wood-before him was a From lingering where her chieftain's blood cloak
had been; rapt round some barthen at his saddle-Grief had so tamed a spirit once too proud, bow,
Her tears were few, her wailing never loud; band was his head, and hidden was his But furious would you tear her from the brow.
spot bed by the sudden sight at such a time, Where yet she scarce believed that he was al mine foreboding that it might be crime,
not, elf unheeded watch'd the stranger's Her eye shot forth with all the living fire course,
That haunts the tigress in her whelpless ire; bo 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, led listing thence the burthen which he Such as the busy brain of sorrow paints, bore,
And woos to listen to her fond complaints :
And she would sit beneath the very tree Herself would question, and for him Where lay his drooping head upon her knee; Then rising, start, and beckon him to And in that posture where she saw him fall, From some imagined spectre in pursu His words, his looks, his dying grasp recal;| Then seat her down upon some lin And she had shorn, but saved her raven
And hide her visage with her meagreb And oft would snatch it from her bosom Or trace strange characters along the sa
This could not last- she lies by him And fold, and press it gently to the ground,
· loved ; As if she staunch'd anew some phantom's Her tale untold - her truth too de wound.
THE SIEGE OF CORINTH.
| and the governor seeing it was in JOHN HOBHOUSE, ESQ.
sible to hold out against so mighty a fi
thought it fit to beat a parley: but w THIS POEM IS INSCRIBED BY HIS
they were treating about the articles, FRIEND.
of the magazines in the Turkish c January 22, 1816.
wherein they had six hundred barrel ADVERTISEMENT.
powder, blew up by accident, whereby
or seven hundred men were killed : w “Tas grand army of the Turks (in 1715), so enraged the infidels, that they w under the Prime Vizier, to open to them- not grant any capitulation, but storme selves a way into the heart of the Morea, place with so much fury, that they to And to form the siege of Napoli di Romania, and put most of the garrison, with Sig the most considerable place in all that Minotti, the governor, to the sword. country, thought it best in the first place rest, with Antonio Bembo, proveditor el to attack Corinth, upon which they made ordinary, were made prisoners of wal several storms.The garrison being weakened, History of the Turks, vol. III. p. 151.
Many a vanish'd year and age,
1 On dun Cithaeron's ridge appears And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, | The gleam of twice ten thousand spea Have swept o'er Corinth; yet she stands And downward to the Isthmian plain A fortress forin'd to Freedom's hands. From shore to shore of either main, The whirlwind's wrath, the earthquake's The tent is pitch'd, the crescent shine
Along the Moslem's leaguering lines ; Have left untouch'd her hoary rock, | And the dusk Spahi's bands advance The keystone of a land, which still, Beneath each bearded pasha's glauce; Though fallin, 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 breat! 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 wal Her isthmus idly spread below:
Which crumbles with the ponderous b 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. Tof those who wish and work its fall,