THE SIEGE OF CORINTH. I. MANY a vanished year and age, Have swept o'er Corinth; yet she stands As if their waters chafed to meet, Since first Timoleon's brother bled, 10 Or baffled Persia's despot fled, 15 Arise from out the earth which drank The stream of slaughter as it sank, Or could the bones of all the slain, 20 Who perished there, be piled again, That rival pyramid would rise More mountain-like, through those clear skies, Than yon tower-capt Acropolis Which seems the very clouds to kiss. II. On dun Citharon's ridge appears The gleam of twice ten thousand spears; From shore to shore of either main, The tent is pitched, the crescent shines 25 30 The turban'd cohorts throng the beach; 35 And there the Arab's camel kneels, And there his steed the Tartar wheels; The sabre round his loins to gird; And there the volleying thunders pour, 40 45 And from that wall the foe replies, O'er dusty plain and smoky skies, With fires that answer fast and well The summons of the Infidel. As any chief that ever stood Triumphant in the fields of blood; From post to post, and deed to deed, Fast spurring on his reeking steed, 55 Where sallying ranks the trench assail, The soldier slackening in his fire; 60 The first and freshest of the host Which Stamboul's sultan there can boast, 65 To guide the follower o'er the field, To point the tube, the lance to wield, He stood a foe, with all the zeal Which young and fiery converts feel, The memory of a thousand wrongs. Her ancient civic boast-" the Free;" Within the "Lion's mouth" had placed A charge against him uneffaced: To waste his future years in strife, That taught his land how great her loss In him who triumphed o'er the Cross, 'Gainst which he reared the Crescent high, And battled to avenge or die. V. Coumourgi―he whose closing scene When on Carlowitz' bloody plain The last and mightiest of the slain He sank, regretting not to die, 100 But curst the Christian's victory |