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But Greece and her foundations are
Of thought and its eternity ;
Rule the present from the past, On all this world of men inherits
Their seal is set.
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.
I hear! I hear !
Thou art an adept in the difficult lore
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?
I hear! I hear !
I hear! I hear!
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.
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.
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
Thou sayeat so.
To do with time, or place, or circumstance ? Thou mayst now learn how the full tide of power
With tears and toil, thou seest the mortal throcs
Of that whose birth was but the same. The Past
Now stands before thee like an Incarnation
Of the To-come ; yet wouldst thou commune with
That portion of thyself which was ere thou
Didst start for this brief race whose crown is Win Stamboul !
Dissolve with that strong faith and fervent passion
Of raging death ; and draw with mighty will
The imperial shade hither.
(Exit ArasuERUS. Thy words
MAHXUD. Have power on me! I seem
To take the living, than give up the dead ;
Yet has thy faith prevailed, and I am here. l'errible silence.
The heavy fragments of the power which fell
When I arose, like shapeless crags and clouds,
Hang round my throne on the abyss, and voices
Of strange lament soothe my supreme repose,
Wailing for glory never to return.-
A later Empire nods in its decay ;
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,
Ruin on ruin : thou art slow, my son ;
Like us, shall rule the ghosts of murdered life,
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.
Islain must fall, but we will reign together
Over its ruins in the world of death :
And if the trunk be dry, yet shall the seed
A chasm, Unfold itself even in the shape of that
Which gathers birth in its decay. Woe! woe ! And in that ghastly breach the Islamites,
To the weak people tangled in the grasp
Of its last spasms.
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
When, how, by whom, Destruction must accomplish
What thou see'st
Her consummation !
Ask the cold pale Hour,
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
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
Riven, overhangs the founts intensely brightening
Of those dawn-tinted deluges of fire
Before their waves expire,
In the thunder-night!
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
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,
Alas for Liberty !
Or fate, can quell the free ;
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 !
And Truth, who wanderest lone and unbefriended,
Before the dazzled eyes of Error.
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.
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!
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,
The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
Her winter weeds outworn :
A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
From waves serener far ;
Against the morning-star.
Fraught with a later prize ;
And loves, and weeps, and dies.
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,
Her exhausted horn
But the night is not born;
Fast-Hashing, soft, and bright.
Guide us far, far away,
Thou art hidden
Through the sunset of hope,
shapes of a dream,
Beneath Heaven's cope.
Their shadows more clear float by-The sound of their oceans, the light of their sky,
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.