ow sinks, more, lovely ere his race be run, ng Morea's hills the setting sun; t, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, one unclouded blaze of living light! r the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Is the green wave, that trembles as it glows. old Aegina's rock, and Idra's isle, god of gladness sheds his parting smile; his own regions lingering, loves to shine, 1180 ngh there his altars are no more divine. ending fast the mountain shadows kiss glorious gulph, unconquered Salamis ! In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue at once her spear aud shield: 1160 Yet be the soft triumvir's fault forgiven, - And seal their own to spare some wanton's woe! 'Tis morn XVI. and o'er his altered features play The beams without the hope of yesterday.. What shall he be ere night? perchance a thing O'er which the raven flaps her funeral wing: By his closed eye unheeded and unfelt, While sets that sun, and dews of evening melt, Chill wet and misty round each stiffened limb, Refreshing carth- reviving all but him! 1170 END OF CANTO 11. THE CORSAIR; CAN то III. "Come vedi ancor non m'abbandona." DANTE. 1. SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course and own the hues of heaven; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep. 1190 On such an eve, his palest beam he cast, Not yet not yet Sol pauses on the hill The precious hour of parting lingers still; But sad his light to agonizing eyes, And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes: But lo! from high Hymettus to the plain, 1200 19 No murky vapour, herald of the storm, |