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The leader of the band he had undone; But by a thread, like sharks who hav Who,born perchance for better things, had set

gorged the bait; His life upon a cast which linger'd yet: Yet to the very last they battled well, But now the die was to be thrown, and all And not a groan inform'd their foes who fell The chances were in favour of his fall: Christian died last-twice wounded; an And such a fall! But still he faced the shock,

once more Obdurate as a portion of the rock

Mercy was offer'd when they saw his gore Whereon he stood, and fix'd his levell’d gun, Too late for life, but not too late to die Dark as a sullen cloud before the sun. With though a hostile hand to close his ey

A limb was broken, and he droop'd alon

The crag, as doth a falcon reft of young The boat drew nigh, well arm’d, and firm The sound revived him, or appear'd to wal

the crew

Some passion which a weakly gesture spake To act whatever Duty bade them do; He beckon'd to the foremost who drew nig Careless of danger, as the onward Wind But, as they near'd, he rear'd his weapo Is of the leaves it strews, nor looks behind :

highAnd yet perhaps they rather wish'd to go His last ball had been aimd, but from h Against a nation's than a native foe,

breast And felt that this poor victim of self-will, He tore the topmost button of his vest, Briton no more, had once been Britain's still. Down the tube dash'd it, levelled, fire They hail'd him to surrender—no reply;

and siniled Their arms were poised, and glittered in As his foe fell; then, like a serpent, coil

the sky.

His wounded, weary form, to where the sted They hail'd again no answer; yet once more Look'd desperate as himself along the deep They offered quarter louder than before. Cast one glance back, and clench'd h The echoes only, from the rock's rebound,

hand, and shook Took their last farewell of the dying sound. His last rage 'gainst the earth which h Then flashed the flint, and blazed the vol

forsook ; leying flame, Then plunged: the rock below receive And the smoke rose between them and their

like glass aim,

His body crush'd into one gory mass, While the rock rattled with the bullets' With scarce a shred to tell of human foru

knell,

Or fragment for the sea-bird or the worst Which peald in vain, and flatten'd as they A fair-hair'd scalp, besmear'd with bloo fell;

and weeds, Then flew the only answer to be given Yet reek’d,the remnant of himself and deede By those who had lost all hope in earth or Some splinters of his weapons to the las

heaven.

As long as hand could hold, he held them fast After the first fierce peal, as they pull'a Yet glitter'd, but at distance-hurl'd awa

nigher,

To rust beneath the dew and dashing spray They heard the voice of Christian shout, The rest was nothing--save a life mis-spen

“Now fire!"

And soul - but who shall answer where i And ere the word upon the echo died,

went? Two fell; the rest assail'd the rock's rough 'Tis ours to bear, not judge the dead; an side,

they And, furious at the madness of their foes, Who doom to hell,themselves are on the way Disdain'd all further efforts, save to close. Unless these bullies of eternal pains . But steep the crag, and all without a path, Are pardon'd their bad hearts for thei Each step opposed a bastion to their wrath;

worse brains. While, placed 'midst clefts the least acces

sible, Which Christian's eye was train’d to mark The deed was over! All were gone or ta'en

full well, | The fugitive, the captive, or the slain. The three maintain'd a strife which must Chain'd on the deck, where once, a gallan not yield,

crew, In spots where eagles might have chosen They stood with honour, were the wretched to build.

few Their every shot told;while the assailant fell, Survivors of the skirmish on the isle;. Dash'd on the shingles like the limpet shell; But the last rock left no gurviving spoil. But still enough survived, and mounted still, Cold lay they where they fell, and welter Scattering their numbers here and there,

ing, until

While o'er them flapp'd the sea-birds' dewy Surrounded and commanded, though not nigh

wing, Enough for seizure, near enough to die, Now wheeling nearer from the neighThe desperate trio held aloof their fate

bouring surge,

And screaming high their harsh and hungry | Swam round the rock, to where a shallow dirge:

cleft But calm and careless heaved the wave Hid the canoe that Neuha there had left

below,

Drifting along the tide, without an oar, Eternal with unsympathetic flow;

That eve the strangers chased them from Far o'er its face the dolphins sported on,

the shore; And sprung the flying-fish against the sun, But when these vanish’d, she pursued her Till its dried wing relapsed from its brief

prow, height,

Regain'd, and urged to where they found To gather moisture for another flight.

it now: Nor ever did more Love and Joy embark,

Than now was wafted in that slender ark. 'Twas morn; and Neuha, who by dawn

of day Svam smoothly forth to catch the rising ray, Again their own shore rises on the view, And watch if aught approach'd the amphi- No more polluted with a hostile hue;

bious lair No sullen ship lay bristling o'er the foam, Where lay her lover, saw a sail in air: A floating dungeon: all was Hope and Home! It flapp'd, it filld, and to the growing gale A thousand proas darted o'er the bay, Bent its broad arch: her breath began to fail With sounding shells, and heralded their With fluttering fear, her heart beat thick

way; and high, The Chiefs came down, around the people While yet a doubt sprung where its course

pour'd, might lie: And welcomed Torquil as a son restored ; But no! it came not; fast and far away The women throng'd, embracing and emThe shadow lessen'd as it clear'd the bay.

braced She gazed, and flung the sea-foam from By Neuha, asking where they had been her eyes,

chased, To watch as for a rainbow in the skies. And how escaped ? The tale was told; and On the horizon verged the distant deck,

then Diminish’d, dwindled to a very speck One acclamation rent the sky again; Then vanish'd. All was ocean, all was joy! And from that hour a new tradition gave Down plunged she through the cave to Their sanctuary the name of "Neuha'sCave.”

rouse her boy; An hundred fires, far flickering from the Told all she had seen, and all she hoped,

height, and all

Blazed o'er the general revel of the night, That happy Love could augur or recal; The feast in honour of the guest, return'd Sprung forth again, with Torquil following To Peace and Pleasure, perilously earn'd;

A night succeeded by such happy days His bounding Nereid over the broad sea; As only the yet infant world displays.

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A DRAMATIC PO E M.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Tban are dreamt of in your philosophy.

DRAMATIS PERSONA.
MANFRED

NEMESIS.
CHAMOIS HUNTER.

THE DESTINIES.
ABBOT OF ST. MAURICE.

Spirits, etc.
MANUBL.
HERMAN.

The Scene of the Drama is amongst til

Higher Alps; partly in the Castle of Manfre WITCH OF TAB ALPA.

and partly in the Mountains. ARIMANES,

ACT I.

| Whom I have sought in darkness and

lightSCENEI.-MANFRED alone.-Scene, a Gothic Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwe Gallery.- Time, Midnight. | In subtler essence-ye, to whom the top

Of mountains inaccessible are haunts, Manfred. The lamp must be replenish’d, And earth's and ocean's caves famili but even then

thingsIt will not burn so long as I must watch: I call upon ye by the written charm, My slumbers—if I slumber- are not sleep, which gives me power upon you – Ris But a continuance of enduring thought,

appear!

(4 pou Which then I can resist not: in my heart They come not yet. - Now by the voice of bi There is a vigil, and these eyes but close Who is the first among you - by this sig To look within; and yet I live, and bear Which makes you tremble- by the claiu The aspect and the form of breathing men.

of him But grief should be the instructor of the Who is undying,--Risel appear !- Appea • wise :

A paus Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the If it be 80.-Spirits of earth and air, most

Ye shall not thus elude me: by a power Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth; Deeper than all yet urged, a tyrant-spel The Tree of knowledge is not that of Life. Which had its birth-place in a starcondemn Philosophy and science, and the springs The burning wreck of a demolish'd worl Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, A wandering hell in the eternal space; I have essay'd, and in my mind there is By the strong curse which is upon my sou A power to make these subject to itself - The thought which is within me ar But they avail not: I have done men good,

around me, And I have met with good even among I do compel ye to my will.- Appear! men

[4 star is seen at the darker en But this avail'd not: I have had my foes,

of the gallery; it is stationar And none have baffled, many fallen before

and a voice is heard singing meBut this avail'd not:- Good, or evil, life,

First Spirit. Powers, passions, all I see in other beings, Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd, Have been to me as rain unto the sands, From my mansion in the cloud, Since that all-nameless hour. I have no which the breath of twilight builds,

And the summer's sun-set gilds And feel the curse to have no natural fear, With the azure and vermilion, Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes Which is mix'd for my parilion: or wishes,

Though thy quest may be forbidden, Orlarking love of something on the earth. On a star-beam I have ridden; Now to my task.-Mysterious Agency! To thine adjuration bow'd, Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe! Mortal-be thy wish avow'd !

dread,

Voice of the Second Spirit. Space bosom'd not a lovelier star. Mont-Blanc is the monarch of mountains.

The hour arrived -- and it became
They crowned him long ago

A wandering mass of shapeless flame,
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds. / A pathless comet, and a curse,
With a diadem of snow

The menace of the universe;
Around his waist are forests braced,

Still rolling on with innate force, The Avalanche in his hand;

Without a sphere, without a course, Bat ere it fall, that thundering ball

A bright deformity on high. Must pause for my command.

The monster of the upper sky! The Glacier's cold and restless mass

And thou! beneath its influence born Moves onward day by day;

Thou worm! whom I obey and scorn But I am he who bids it pass,

Forced by a power (which is not thine, Or with its ice delay.

And lent thee but to make thee mine) I am the Spirit of the place,

For this brief moment to descend, Could make the mountain bow

Where these weak spirits round thee bend And quiver to his cavern'd base

And parley with a thing like theeAnd what with me wouldst Thou?

What would'st thou, Child of Clay! with me! Voice of the Third Spirit.

The Seven Spirits. In the blue depth of the waters,

Earth, ocean, air, night, mountains, winds, Where the wave hath no strife,

thy star, Where the wind is a stranger,

Are at thy beck and bidding, Child of And the sea-snake hath life,

Clay'! Where the Mermaid is decking

Before thee, at thy quest, their spirits are Her green hair with shells;

What would'st thou with us,son of mortals Like the storm on the surface

-say? Came the sound of thy spells;

Manf. Forgetfulness-D'er my calm Hall of Coral

First Spirit. Of what_of whom_and why? The deep echo roll'd

Manf." of that which is within me; read To the Spirit of Ocean

it there Thy wishes unfold!

Ye know it, and I cannot utter it.
Fourth Spirit.

Spirit. We can but give thee that which

we possess : Where the slumbering earthquake

Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power Lies pillow'd on fire,

O'er earth, the whole, or portion, or a sign And the lakes of bitumen

Which shall control the elements, whercof Rise boilingly higher;

We are the dominators, each and all, Where the roots of the Andes

These shall be thine. Strike deep in the earth,

Manf. Oblivion, self-oblivion As their summits to heaven

Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms Shoot soaringly forth;

Ye offer so profusely what I ask ? I have quitted my birth-place,

Spirit. It is not in our essence in our skill; Thy bidding to bide

But-thou may'st die. Thy spell hath subdued me,

Manf. Will death bestow it on me? Thy will be my guide!

Spirit. We are immortal,and do not forget; Fifth Spirit.

We are eternal ; and to us the past I'm the Rider of the wind,

Is, as the future, present. Art thou answered? The Stirrer of the storm;

Manf. Yemock me—but the power which The hurricane I left behind

brought ye here Is yet with lightning warm;

Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at

my will! To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea

The mind, the spirit, the Promethean spark, I swept upon the blast: The fleet I met sail'd well, and yet

The lightning of my being, is as bright, Twill sink ere night be past.

Pervading, and far-darting as your own,

And shall not yield to yours, though coop'd Sixth Spirit.

in clay! My dwelling is the shadow of the night. Answer, or I will teach ye what I am. Why doth thy magic torture me with light? Spirit. We answer as we answer'd; our

reply Seventh Spirit.

Is even in thine own words. The star which rules thy destiny,

Manf. Why say ye so? Was ruled, ere earth began, by me:

Spirit. If, as thou say'st, thine essence be It was a world as fresh and fair

as ours, As e'er revolved round sun in air; We have replied in telling thee, the thing Its course was free and regular,

| Mortals call death hath nought to do with us.

Though thou seest me not pass by,
Thou shalt feel me with thine eye
As a thing that, though unseen,
Must be near thee, and hath been;
And when in that secret dread
Thou hast turn'd around thy head,
Thou shalt marvel I am not
As thy shadow on the spot,
And the power which thou dost feel
Shall be what thou must conceal.

And a magic voice and verse
Hath baptized thee with a curse;
And a spirit of the air
Hath begirt thee with a snaro;
In the wind there is a voice
Shall forbid thee to rejoice;
And to thee shall Night deny
All the quiet of her sky;
And the day shall have a sun,
Which shall make thee wish it done.

Manf. I then have call'd ye from your

realms in vain;
Ye cannot, or ye will not, aid me.

Spirit. Say;
What we possess we offer; it is thine:
Bethink ere thou dismiss us, ask again,
Kingdom, and sway, and strength, and

length of days-
Manf. Accursed! what have I to do with

days? They are too long already. Hence - begone! Spirit. Yet pause: being here, our will

would do thee service; Bethink thee, is there then no other gift Which we can make not worthless in thine

eyes ?
Manf. No, none: yet stay-one moment,

ere we part-
I would behold ye face to face. I hear
Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds,
As music on the waters; and I see
The steady aspect of a clear large star,
But nothing more. Approach me as ye are,
Or one, or all, in your accustom'd forms.
Spirit. We have no forms beyond the

elements
Of which we are the mind and principle:
But choose a form - in that we will appear.
Manf. I have no choice; there is no forın

on earth
Hideous or beautiful to me. Let him,
Who is most powerful of ye, take such aspect
As unto him may seem most fitting-Come!
Seventh Spirit. (Appearing in the shape of

a beautiful female figure.) Behold!
Manf. Oh God! if it be thus, and thou
Art not a madness and a mockery,
I yet might be most happy. I will clasp thee,
And we again will be-[The figure vanishes.
My heart is crush'd !

[Manfred falls senseless. (A voice is heard in the Incantation which

follows.)
When the moon is on the wave,
And the glow-worm in the grass,
And the meteor on the grave,
And the wisp on the morass ;
When the falling stars are shooting,
And the answer'd owls are hooting,
And the silent leaves are etill
'In the shadow of the hill,
Shall my soul be upon thine,
With a power and with a sign.

From thy false tears I did distil
An essence which hath strength to kill
From thy own heart I then did wring
The black blood in its blackest spring
From thy own smile I snatch'd the snak
For there it coild as in a brake;
From thy own lip I drew the charm
Which gave all these their chiefest harm
In proving every poison known,
I found the strongest was thine own.

By thy cold breast and serpent-emil
By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,
By that most seeming virtuous eye,
By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;
By the perfection of thine art,
Which pass'd for human thine own hear
By thy delight in others' pain,
And by thy brotherhood of Cain,
I call upon thee! and compel
Thyself to be thy proper Hell!

And on thy head I pour the vial
Which doth devote thee to this trial;
Nor to slumber, nor to die,
Shall be in thy destiny;
Though thy death shall still seem near
To thy wish, but as a sear;
Lo! the spell now works around thee,
And the clankless chain hath bound the
O'er thy heart and brain together
Ilath the word been pass'd-now wither

Though thy slumber may be deep, SCENE II. - The Mountain of the Jungfrau Yet thy spirit shall not sleep ;

Time, Morning
There are shades which will not vanish,
There are thoughts thou canst not banish;

MANFRED alone upon the Cliffs. By a power to thee unknown,

Manf. The spirits I have raised abandon Thou canst never be alone; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, | The spells which I have studied baffle me Thou art gather'a in a cloud;

The remedy I reck'd of tortured me; And for cver shalt thou dwell

I lean no more on super-human aid. In the spirit of this spell

It hath no power upon the past, and ler

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