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Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene:Here Harold was received a welcome guest;
Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene, For many a joy could he from Night's soft presence glean.
LXXI. On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed, The feast was done, the red wine circling fast,28) And he that unawares had there ygazed With gaping wonderment had stared aghast; For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past, The native revels of the troop began; Each Palikar 39) his sabre from hin cast,
And bounding hand in hand, mau link'd to man, Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunced the
LXXII. Childe Harold at a little distance stood And view,d, but not displeased, the revelrie, Nor hated harmless mirth, however rude : In sooth, it was no vulgar sight to see Their barbarous, yet their not indecent, glee; And, as the flames along their faces gleam'd, Their gestures nimble, dark eyes flashing free,
The long wild locks that to their girdles stream'd, While thus in concert they this lay half saug,
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1. 31) Tambourgi! Tambourgi! *) thy 'larum afar Gives hope to the valiant, and promise of war; All the sons of the mountains arise at the note, Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote!
2. Oh! who is more brave than a dark Suliote, In his snowy camese and his shaggy capote ? To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock, And descends to the plain like the stream from
3. Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive The fault of a friend, bid an enemy live? Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego? What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe?
4. Macedonia sends forth her invincible race; For a time they abandon the cave and the chase: But those scarfs of blood-red shall be redder, before The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o’er.
5. Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves, And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves, Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar, And track to his covert the captive on shore.
6. I ask not the pleasures that riches supply, My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy, Shall win the young bride with her long flowing
hair, And many a maid from her mother shall tear.
7. I love the fair face of the maid in her youth, Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall soothe; Let her bring from the chamber her many-toned
lyre, And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.
8. Remember the moment when Previsa fell, 3?) The shrieks of the conquer'd, the conqueror's yell; The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared, The wealthy we slaughter'd, the lovely we spared.
9. I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear; He neither must know who would serve the Vizier: Since the days of our prophet the Crescent ne'er saw A chief ever glorious like Ali Pashaw.
10. Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped, Let the yellow.hair'd *) Giaours **) view his horse.
tail ***) with dread; When his Delhis t) come dashing in blood o'er
the banks, How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks!
11. Selictar! ft) unsheathe then our chief's scimitar: Tambourgi! thy 'larum gives promise of war. Ye mountains, that see us descend to the shore, Shall view us as victors, or view us no more!
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth ! 33)
Oh! who that gallant spirit shall resume,
LXXIV. Spirit of freedom! when on Phyle's brow 34) Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train, Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain, But every carle can lord it o'er thy land; Nor rise thy sons, but idly rail in vain,
Treinbling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand, From birth till death enslaved; in word, in deed
*) Yellow is the epithet given to the Russians.
***) Horse-tails are the insignia of a Pacha. men, ans oring to
In all save form alone, how changed! and who
Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage,
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not
same! Thy glorious day is o’er, but not thine years of
LXXVII. The city won for Allah from the Giaour, The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest; And the Serai's impenetrable tower Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;35) Or Wahab's rebel brood who dared divest The 36) prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil, May wind their path of blood along the West;
But ne'er will freedom seek this fated soil, But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
LXXVIII. Yet mark their mirth-ere lenten days begin, That penance which their holy rites prepare To shrive from man bis weight of mortal sin, By daily abstinence and nightly prayer; But ere his sackcloth garb Repentance wear,
Some days of joyaunce are decreed to all,
In motley robe to dance at masking ball,
LXXIX. And whose more rife with merriment than thine, Oh Stamboul! once the empress of their reiga? Though turbans now pollute Sophia's shrine, And Greece her very altars eyes in vain : (Alas! her woes will still pervade my strain!) Gay were her minstrels once, for free her throng, All felt the common joy they now must feign, Nor oft I 've seen such sight, nor heard such
song, As woo'd the eye,
and thrill'd the Bosphorus along.
LXXX. Loud was the lightsome tumult of the shore, Oft Music changed, but never ceased her tone, And timely echo'd back the measured oar, And rippling waters made a pleasant moan: The Queen of tides on high cousenting shone, And when a transient breeze swept o'er the wave, 'Twas, as if darting from her heavenly throne, A brighter glance her form reflected gave, Till sparkling billows seem'd to light the banks
Glanced many a light caique along the foam, Danced on the shore the daughters of the land, Ne thought had man or maid of rest or home, While many a languid eye and thrilling hand Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand, Or gently prest, return'd the pressure still: Oh Love! young Love! bound in thy rosy band, Let sage or cynic prattle as he will, These hours, and only these, redeem Life's years
LXXXII. But, midst the throng in merry masquerade, urk there no hearts that throb with secret pain,