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MAHMUD.

But Greece and her foundations are
Built below the tide of war,
Based on the crystalline sea

Of thought and its eternity ;
Her citizens, imperial spirits,

Rule the present from the past, On all this world of men inherits

Their seal is set.

SEMICHORUS II.

Hear ye the blast, Whose Orphic thunder thrilling calls From ruin her Titanian walls ! Whose spirit shakes the sapless bones

Of Slavery ? Argos, Corinth, Crete, Hear, and from their mountain thrones

The dæmons and the nymphs repeat The harmony.

SEMICHORUS I.

I hear! I hear !

Thou art an adept in the difficult lore
Of Greek and Frank philosophy; thou numberest
The flowers, and thou measurest the stars;
Thou severest element from element;
Thy spirit is present in the past, and sees
The birth of this old world through all its cycles
Of desolation and of loveliness;
And when man was not, and how man became
The monarch and the slave of this low sphere,
And all its narrow circles-- it is much,
I honour thee, and would be what thou art
Were I not what I am ; but the unborn hour,
Cradled in fear and hope, conflicting storms,
Who shall unveil ? Nor thou, nor 1, nor any
Mighty or wise. I apprehend not
What thou hast taught me, but I now perceive
That thou art no interpreter of dreams ;
Thou dust not own that art, device, or God,
Can make the future present-let it come!
Moreover thou disdainest us and ours !
Thou art as God, whom thou contemplatest.

SEMICHORUS II. The world's eyeless cliarioteer,

Destiny, is hurrying by! What faith is crushed, what empire bleeds Beneath her earthquake-footed steeds ? What eagle-winged victory sits At her right hand ? what shadow flits Before? what splendour rolls behind ?

Ruin and Renovation cry, Who but we?

SEMICHORUS I.

I hear! I hear !
The hiss as of a rushing wind,
The roar as of an ocean foaming,
The thunder as of earthquake coming,

I hear! I hear!
The crash as of an empire falling,
The shrieks as of a people calling
Mercy! Mercy !-How they thrill!
Then a shout of “ Kill! kill! kill !”
And then a small still voice, thus-
SEMICHORUS II.

For Revenge and wrong ring forth their kind,

The foul cubs like their parents are, Their den is in their guilty mind,

And Conscience feeds them with despair.

AHASUERUS. Disdain thee !-- not the worm beneath my feet! The Fathomless has care for meaner things Than thou canst dream, and has made pride for

those Who would be what they may not, or would seem That which they are not. Sultan ! talk no more Of thee and me, the future and the past; But look on that which cannot change-the One The unborn, and the undying. Earth and ocean, Space, and the isles of life or light that gern The sapphire floods of interstellar air, This firmament pavilioned upon chaos, With all its cressets of immortal fire, Whose outwall, bastioned impregnably Against the escape of boldest thoughts, repels them As Calpe the Atlantic clouds—this wilole Of suns, and worlds, and men, and beasts, and

flowers, With all the silent or tempestuous workings By which they have been, are, or cease to be, Is but a vision ;-all that it inherits Are motes of a sick eye, bubbles, and dreams; Thought is its cradle and its grave, nor less The future and the past are idle shadows Of thought's eternal flight-they have no being ; Nought is but that it feels itself to be.

MAHMUD.

SEMICHORUS I.
In sacred Athens, near the fane

Of Wisdom, Pity's altar stood ; Serve not the unknown God in vain, But pay that broken shrine again

Love for hate, and tears for blood.

What meanest thou? tlıy words streann likea tempest Of dazzling mist within my brain-they shake The earth on which I stand, and liang like night On Heaven above me. What can they avail ! They cast on all things, surest, brightest, best, Doubt, insecurity, astonishment.

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AILASUERUS. Mistake me not! All is contained in each. Dodona's forest to an acorn's cup Is that which has been or will be, to that Which is--the absent to the present. Thought Alone, and its quick elements, Will, Passion, Reason, Imagination, cannot die ; They are what that which they regard appears, The stuff whence mutability can weave All that it hath dominion o'er,- worlds, worms, Empires, and superstitions. What has thought

AHASUERUS.

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MAIIMUP.

To do with time, or place, or circumstance ? Thou mayst now learn how the full tide of power
Wouldst thou behoki the future !-ask and have ! Ebbs to its depths.-Inheritor of glory,
Knock and it shall be opened-look, and lo ! Conceived in darkness, born in blood, and nourished
The coming age is shadowed on the past,

With tears and toil, thou seest the mortal throcs
As on a glass.

Of that whose birth was but the same. The Past

Now stands before thee like an Incarnation
MAHMUD.
Wild, wilder thoughts convulse

Of the To-come ; yet wouldst thou commune with
My spirit-Did not Mahomet the Second

That portion of thyself which was ere thou

Didst start for this brief race whose crown is Win Stamboul !

death;
AHASUERUS.

Dissolve with that strong faith and fervent passion
Thou wouldst ask that giant spirit which called it from the uncreated deep,
The written fortunes of thy house and faith. Yon cloud of war with its tempestuous phantoms
Thou wouldst cite one out of the grave to tell

Of raging death ; and draw with mighty will
How what was born in blood must die.

The imperial shade hither.

(Exit ArasuERUS. Thy words

MAHXUD. Have power on me! I seem

Approach!

PHANTOM.
AHASUERUS.
What hearest thou ?

I come
Thence whither thou must go ! The grave is fitter

To take the living, than give up the dead ;
A far whisper

Yet has thy faith prevailed, and I am here. l'errible silence.

The heavy fragments of the power which fell
AHASUERUS.

When I arose, like shapeless crags and clouds,
What succeeds?

Hang round my throne on the abyss, and voices

Of strange lament soothe my supreme repose,
MAUMUD.

Wailing for glory never to return.-
The sound

A later Empire nods in its decay ;
As of the assault of an imperial city,

The autumn of a greener faith is come, The hiss of inextinguishable fire,

And wolfish change, like winter, howls to strip The roar of giant cannon ;~the earthquaking The foliage in which Fame, the eagle, built fall of vast bastions and precipitous towers, Her aërie, while Dominion whelped below. l'he shock of crags shot from strange engin'ry, The storm is in its branches, and the frust The clash of wheels, and clang of armed hoofs, Is on its leaves, and the blank deep expects And crash of brazen mail, as of the wreck

Oblivion on oblivion, spoil on spoil,
Of adamantine mountains the mad blast

Ruin on ruin : thou art slow, my son ;
Of trumpets, and the neigh of raging steeds, The Anarchs of the world of darkness keep
And shrieks of women whose thrill jars the blood, A throne for thee, round which thine empirc lies
And one sweet laugh, most horrible to hear, Boundless and mute ; and for thy subjects thou,
As of a joyous infant waked, and playing

Like us, shall rule the ghosts of murdered life,
With its dead mother's breast ; and now more loud The phantoms of the powers who rule thee now-
The mingled battle-cry-ha! bear I nut

Mutinous passions and conflicting fears, 'Ev TvÚTW víxn. Allah-illah-Allah!

And hopes that sate themselves on dust and die !

Stript of their mortal strength, as thou of thine.
AHASVERUS.

Islain must fall, but we will reign together
The sulphureous mist is raised thou seest-

Over its ruins in the world of death :

And if the trunk be dry, yet shall the seed
MAUMUD.

A chasm, Unfold itself even in the shape of that
As of two inountains, in the wall of Stamboul ;

Which gathers birth in its decay. Woe! woe ! And in that ghastly breach the Islamites,

To the weak people tangled in the grasp
Like giants on the ruins of a world,

Of its last spasms.
Stand in the light of sunrise
In the dust

MAHMUD.
Glimmers a kingless diadem, and one

Spirit, woe to all! Of regal port has cast himself beneath

Woe to the wronged and the avenger ! Woe The stream of war. Another, proudly clad

To the destroyer, woe to the destroyed ! In golden arms, spurs a Tartarian barb

Woe to the dupe, and woe to the deceiver ! Into the gap, and with his iron mace

Woe to the oppressed, and woe to the oppressor ! Directs the torrent of that tide of men,

Woe both to those that suffer and inflict; And seems he isMahomet!

Those who are born, and those who die ! But

say,
Imperial shadow of the thing I am,
AHASUERUS.

When, how, by whom, Destruction must accomplish

What thou see'st
Is but the ghost of thy forgotten dream ;

Her consummation !
A dream itself, yet less, perbaps, than that
Thou call'st reality. Thou mayst behold

Ask the cold pale Hour,
How cities, on which empire sleeps enthroned,

Rich in reversion of impending death, Bow their towered crests to mutability.

When he shall fall upon whose ripe grey hairs Poised by the floud, e'en on the height thou holdest, Sit care, and sorrow, and infirmity

PHANTOM,

with years,

VOICE WITHOUT.

MAHMUD.

The weight which Crime, whose wings are plumed When desolation flashes o'er a world destroyed.

Oh bear me to those isles of jagged cloud
Leaves in his fight from ravaged heart to heart Which float like mountains on the earthquakes,
Over the heads of men, under which burthen

'mid
They bow themselves unto the grave: fond wretch! The momentary oceans of the lightning ;
He leans upon his crutch, and talks of years Or to some toppling promontory proud
To come, and how in hours of youth renewed Cf solid tempest, whose black pyramid,
He will renew lost joys, and--

Riven, overhangs the founts intensely brightening

Of those dawn-tinted deluges of fire

Before their waves expire,
Victory! victory! When heaven and earth are light, and only light
{The Phantom vanishes.

In the thunder-night!
MAHMUD.

VOICE WITHOUT
What sound of the importunate earth has broken

Victory! victory! Austria, Russia, England, My mighty trance ?

And that tame serpent, that poor shadow, France,

Cry peace, and that means death when monarchs VOICE WITHOUT.

speak. Victory! victory!

Ho, there ! bring torches, sharpen those red

stakes!

These chains are light, fitter for slaves and poisoners Weak lightning before darkness! poor faint smile

Than Greeks. Kill! plunder! burn ! let none Of dying Islam ! Voice which art the response

remain. Of hollow weakness ! Do I wake and live? Were there such things? or may the unquiet brain,

SEMICHORUS I.
Vexed by the wise mad talk of the old Jew,

Alas for Liberty !
Have shaped itself these shadows of its fear? If nambers, wealth, or unfulfilling years,
It matters not !—for nouglit we see or dream,

Or fate, can quell the free ;
Possess, or lose, or grasp at, can be worth

Alas for Virtue! when More than it gives or teaches. Come what may, Torments, or contumely, or the sneers The future must become the past, and I

Of erring judging men As they were, to whom once this present hour,

Can break the heart where it abides. This gloomy crag of time to which I cling, Alas! if Love, whose smile makes this obscure Seemed an Elysian isle of peace and joy

world splendid, Never to be attained -I must rebuke

Can change, with its false times and tides, This drunkenness of triumph ere it die,

Like hope and terrorAnd dying, bring despair. Victory!-poor slaves!

Alas for Love !
[Exit MAUNUD,

And Truth, who wanderest lone and unbefriended,
If thou canst veil thy lie-consuming mirror

Before the dazzled eyes of Error.
Shout in the jubilee of death! The Greeks

Alas for thee! Image of the Above. Are as a brood of lions in the net, Round which the kingly hunters of the earth

SEMICUORUS II. Stand smiling. Anarchs, ye whose daily food

Repulse, with plumes from conquest torn, Are curses, groans, and gold, the fruit of death, Led the ten thousand from the limits of the morn From Thule to the girdle of the world,

Through many an hostile Anarchy! Come, feast! the board groans with the flesh ofmen

At length they wept aloud and cried, “ The sea ! The cup is foaming with a nation's blood,

the sea !" Famine and Thirst await : eat, drink, and die! Through exile, persecution, and despair,

Rome was, and young Atlantis shall become SEMICHORUS I.

The wonder, or the terror, or the tomb Victorious Wrong, with vulture scream, Of all whose step wakes power lulled in her savage Salutes the risen sun, pursues the flying day!

lair : I saw her ghastly as a tyrant's dream,

But Greece was as a hermit child, Perch on the trembling pyramid of night,

Whose fairest thoughts and limbs were built Beneath which earth and all her realms pavilioned To woman's growth, by dreams so mild In visions of the dawning undelight. (lay She knew not pain or guilt ; Who shall irnpede her flight 3

And now, O Victory, blush! and Empire, tremble, Who rob her of her prey ?

When ye desert the free !

If Greece must be

A wreck, yet shall its fragments reassemble, Victory! victory! Russia's famished eagles And build themselves again impregnably Dare not to prey beneath the crescent's light.

In a diviner elime, Impale the remnant of the Greeks ! despoil !

To Amphionic music, on some Cape sublime, Violate! make their flesh cheaper than dust! Which frowns above the idle foam of Time. SEMICHORUS II.

SEMICHORUS I.
Thou voice which art

Let the tyrants rule the desert they have made ; The herald of the ill in splendour hid !

Let the free possess the paradise they claim; Thou echo of the follow heart

Be the fortune of our fierce oppressors weighed Of monarchy, bear me to thine abode

With our ruin, our resistance, and our name!

VOICE WITHOUT.

VOICE WITHOUT.

SEMICHORUS II.
Our dead shall be the seed of their decay,

Our survivors be the shadows of their pride, Our adversity a dream to pass away

Their dishonour a remembrance to abide !

The music and fragrance their solitudes breathe,
Burst like morning on dreams, or like Heaven on

death,
Through the walls of our prison ;
And Greece, which was dead, is arisen!

CHORUS.

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The world's great age begins anew,

The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew

Her winter weeds outworn :
Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam
Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.

A brighter Hellas rears its mountains

From waves serener far ;
A new Peneus rolls its fountains

Against the morning-star.
Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep
Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.
A loftier Argo cleaves the main,

Fraught with a later prize ;
Another Orpheus sings again,

And loves, and weeps, and dies.
A new Ulysses leaves once more
Calypso for his native shure.

O write no more the tale of Troy,

If earth Death's scroll must be ! Nor mix with Laian rage the joy

Which dawns upon the free: Although a subtler sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew,

SEMICHORUS II.
The young moon has fed

Her exhausted horn
With the sunset's fire :
The weak day is dead,

But the night is not born;
And, like loveliness panting with wild desire,
While it trembles with fear and delight,
Hesperus flies from awakening night,
And pants in its beauty and speed with light

Fast-Hashing, soft, and bright.
Thou beacon of love ! thou lamp of the free!

Guide us far, far away,
To climes where now, veiled by the ardour of day,

Thou art hidden
From waves on which weary noon
Faints in her summer swoon,
Between kingless continents, sinless as Eden,
Around mountains and islands inviolably
Prankt on the sapphire sea.

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SEMICHORUS I.

Through the sunset of hope,
Like the

shapes of a dream,
What Paradise islands of glory gleam

Beneath Heaven's cope.

Their shadows more clear float by-The sound of their oceans, the light of their sky,

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NOTES.

CHORUS.

P. 168. col. 1, 1. 20.

Fortunately the Greeks have been taught that they The quenchless ashes of Milan.

cannot buy security by degradation, and the Turks, MILAN was the centre of the resistance of the Lom

though equally cruel, are less cunning than the smooth

faced tyrants of Europe. bard league against the Austrian tyrant. Frederick Barbarossa burnt the city to the ground, but liberty

As to the anathema, his Holiness might as well have lived in its ashes, and it rose like an exhalation from

thrown his mitre at Mount Athos for any effect that it its ruin.-See SISMondi's Histoires des Répub

produced. The chiefs of the Greeks are almost all liques Italiennes," a book which has done much men of comprehension and onlightened views on retowards awakening the Italians to an imitation of their ligion and politics. great ancestors. P. 169, col. 2, l. I.

P. 172, col. 2, 1. 30.

The freeman of a western poet chief. The popular notions of Christianity are represented A Greek who had been Lord Byron's servant com. in this chorus as true in their relation to the worship mands the insurgents in Attica. This Greek, Lord they superseded, and that which in all probability they Byron informs me, though a poet and an enthusiastic will supersede, without considering their merits in a rela

patriot, gave him rather the idea of a timid and unention more universal. The first stanza contrasts the

terprising person. It appears that circumstances make immortality of the living and thinking beings which

men what they are, and that we all contain the germ inhabit the planets, and, to use a common and inade of a degree of degradation or greatness, whose conquate phrase, clothe themselves in matter, with the

Dexion with our character is determined by events transience of the noblest manifestations of the externa) world.

The concluding verses indicate a progressive state of more or less exalted existence, according to the degree

P. 173, col. 1, 1. 10. of perfection which every distinct intelligence may The Greeks expect a Saviour from the west. have attained. Let it not be supposed that I mean to dogmatize upon a subject concerning which all men

It is reported that this Messiah had arrived at a seaare equally ignorant, or that I think the Gordian knot

port near Lacedemon in an American brig.

The assoof the origin of evil can be disentangled by that or

ciation of names and ideas is irresistibly ludicrous, but any similar assertions. The received hypothesis of a

the prevalence of such a rumour strongly marks the Being resembling men in the moral attributes of his

state of popular enthusiasm in Greeco, nature, having called us out of non-existence, and after inflicting on us the misery of the commission of error, should superadd that of the punishment and

P. 175, col 1, 2. 19. the privations consequent upon it, still would remain

The sound inexplicable and incredible. That there is a true

As of the assault of an imperial city. solution of the riddle, and that in our present state the solution is unattainable by us, are propositions

For the vision of Mahmud of the taking of Conwhich may be regarded as equally certain ; meanwhile

, stantinople in 1445, sce Gibbon's Decline and Fall as it is the province of the poet to attach himself to

of the Roman Empire, vol. xii, p. 223. those ideas which exalt and ennoble humanity, let him

The manner of the invocation of the spirit of be permitted to have conjectured the condition of that

Mahomet the Second will be censured as overdrawn. futurity towards which we are all impelled by an in.

I could easily have made the Jew a regular conjuror, extinguishable thirst for immortality. Until better

and the Phantom an ordinary ghost. I have preferred arguments can be produced than sophisms which dis to represent the Jew as disclaiming all pretension, grace the cause, this desire itself must remain the or even belief, in supernatural agency, and as tempting strongest and the only presumption that eternity is tho

Mahmud to that state of mind in which ideas may be inheritance of every thiuking being.

upposed to assume the force of sensation, through the confusion of thought, with the objects of thought,

and excess of passion animating the creations of the P. 169, col. 2, 1. 51.

imagination. No hoary priesls after that Patriarch.

It is a sort of natural magic, susceptible of being The Greek Patriarch, after having been compelled to exercised in a degree by any one who should have fulminate au anathema against the insurgents, was put Dade himself master of the secret associations of to death by the Turks.

another's thoughts.

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