XXVI. Lambro, our sea-solicitor, who had Much less experience of dry land than ocean, On seeing his own chimney-smoke, felt glad; But not knowing metaphysics, had no notion Of the true reason of his not being sad, Or that of any other strong emotion. He loved his child, and would have wept the loss of her, But knew the cause no more than a philosopher. He saw his white walls shining in the sun, XXVIII. And as the spot where they appear he nears, A pipe, too, and a drum, and shortly after, XXIX. And still more nearly to the place advancing, Descending rather quickly the declivity, Through the waved branches, o'er the green sward glancing, 'Midst other indications of festivity, Seeing a troop of his domestics dancing Like dervises, who turn as on a pivot, he Perceived it was the Pyrrhic dance so martial, To which the Levantines are very partial. XXX. And, further on, a troop of Grecian girls, Link'd hand in hand, and dancing: each too having Down her white neck long floating auburn curls (The least of which would set ten poets raving: Their leader sang; and bounded to her song, With choral step and voice, the virgin throng. XXXI. And here, assembled cross-legg'd round their trays, Small social parties just began to dine; Pilaus and meats of all sorts met the gaze, And flasks of Samian and of Chian wine, And sherbet cooling in the porous vase: Above them their dessert grew on its vine; The orange and pomegranate, nodding o'er, Dropp'd in their laps, scarce pluck'd, their mellow store. XXXII. A band of children, round a snow-white ram, There wreathe his venerable horns with flowers: While, peaceful as if still an unwean'd lamb, The patriarch of the flock all gently cowers His sober head, majestically tame, Or eats from out the palm, or playful lowers His brow, as if in act to butt, and then, Yielding to their small hands, draws back again. Compared with what Haidée did with his | treasure: "Twas wonderful how things went on improving, While she had not one hour to spare from loving. XL. Perhaps you think, in stumbling on this feast, XLI. You're wrong: he was the mildest manner'd man You never could divine his real thought; XLII. Advancing to the nearest dinner-tray, The vinous Greek, to whom he had address'd XLIII. And, without turning his facetious head, You'd better ask our mistress who's his heir.' "Our mistress !" quoth a third, "Our mistress! -pooh!- You mean our master-not the old, but new." XLIV. These rascals, being new comers, knew not whom They thus address'd; and Lambro's visage fell; And o'er his eye a momentary gloom Pass'd; but he strove quite courteously to quell The expression, and, endeavouring to resume XLV. "I know not," quoth the fellow, "who or what He is, nor whence he came-and little care; But this I know, that this roast capon's fat, And that good wine ne'er wash'd down better fare: And if you are not satisfied with that, Direct your questions to my neighbour there; I said that Lambro was a man of patience, nations E'er saw her most polite of sons exceeding. The love of power, and rapid gain of gold, A lady with her daughters or her nieces LXI. Old Lambro pass'd unseen a private gate, Before them, and fair slaves on every side: The wild seas, and wild men with whom he Gems, gold, and silver form'd the service mostly, Had cost his enemies a long repentance, tance. LV. But something of the spirit of old Greece His predecessors in the Colchian days. Alas! his country show'd no path to praise : Hate to the world and war with every nation He waged, in vengeance of her degradation. LVI. Still o'er his mind the influence of the clime A pleasure in the gentle stream that flow'd LVII. But whatsoe'er he had of love, reposed On that beloved daughter. She had been The only thing which kept his heart unclosed Amidst the savage deeds he had done and seen; A lonely, pure affection unopposed: There wanted but the loss of this to wean His feelings from all milk of human kindness, And turn him, like the Cyclops, mad with blindness. LVIII. The cubless tigress, in her jungle raging, Is dreadful to the shepherd and the flock; Their fury being spent by its own shock, Mother-of-pearl and coral the less costly. LXII. The dinner made about a hundred dishes; Lamb and pistachio nuts-in short, all meats, And saffron soups, and sweetbreads; and the fishes Were of the finest that e'er flounced in nets, for use. The hangings of the room were tapestry, made LXV. These Oriental writings on the wall, Quite common in those countries, are a kind Of monitors adapted to recall, Like skulls at Memphian banquets, to the The words which shook Belshazzar in his hall, treasure, There is no sterner moralist than pleasure. LXVI. A beauty at the season's close grown hectic, But most, an alderman struck apoplectic, Are things that really take away the breath, And show that late hours, wine, and love, are able To do not much less damage than the table. LXVII. Haidée and Juan carpeted their feet On crimson satin, border'd with pale blue: Their sofa occupied three parts complete |