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Coumourgi—can his glory cease,
That latest conqueror of Greece,
Till Christian hands to Greece restore
The freedom Venice gave of yore?
A hundred years have rolled away
Since he refixed the Moslem's sway;
And now he led the Mussulman,
And gave the guidance of the van
To Alp, who well repaid the trust
By cities levelled with the dust;
And proved, by many a deed of death,
How firm his heart in novel faith.

VI.

The walls grew weak; and fast and hot

Against them poured the ceaseless shot,

With unabating fury sent

From battery to battlement;

And thunder-like the pealing din

Rose from each heated culverin;

And here and there some crackling dome

Was fired before the exploding bomb:

And as the fabric sank beneath

The shattering shell's volcanic breath,

In red and wreathing columns flashed
The flame, as loud the ruin crashed,
Or into countless meteors driven,
Its earth-stars melted into heaven;
Whose clouds that day grew doubly dun,
Impervious to the hidden sun,
With volumed smoke that slowly grew
To one wide sky of sulphurous hue.

VII.

But not for vengeance, long delayed,

Alone, did Alp, the renegade,

The Moslem warriors sternly teach

His skill to pierce the promised breach:

Within these walls a maid was pent

His hope would win, without consent

Of that inexorable sire,

W hose heart refused him in its ire,

When Alp, beneath his Christian name,

Her virgin hand aspired to claim.

In happier mood, and earlier time,

While unimpeached for traitorous crime,

Gayest in gondola or hall,

He glittered through the Carnival;

And tuned the softest serenade
That e'er on Adria's waters played
At midnight to Italian maid.

VIII.

And many deemed her heart was won;
For sought by numbers, given to none,
Had young Francesca's hand remained
Still by the church's bonds unchained:
And when the Adriatic bore
Lanciotto to the Paynim shore,
Her wonted smiles were seen to fail,
And pensive waxed the maid and pale;
More constant at confessional,
More rare at masque and festival;
Or seen at such, with downcast eyes,
Which conquered hearts they ceased to prize
With listless look she seems to gaze;
With humbler care her form arrays;
Her voice less lively in the song;
Her step, though light, less fleet among
The pairs, on whom the Morning's glance
Breaks, yet unsated with the dance.

IX.

Sent by the state to guard the land,

(Which, wrested from the Moslem's hand,

While Sobieski tamed his pride

By Buda's wall and Danube's side, 170

The chiefs of Venice wrung away

From Patra to Euboea's bay,)

Minotti held in Corinth's towers

The Doge's delegated powers,

While yet the pitying eye of Peace 175

Smiled o'er her long forgotten Greece:

And ere that faithless truce was broke

Which freed her from the unchristian yoke,

With him his gentle daughter came;

Nor there, since Menelaus' dame 180

Forsook her lord and land, to prove

What woes await on lawless love,

Had fairer form adorned the shore

Than she, the matchless stranger, bore.

X.

The wall is rent, the ruins yawn;
And, with to-morrow's earliest dawn,

185

O'er the disjointed mass shall vault
The foremost of the fierce assault.
The bands are ranked; the chosen van
Of Tartar and of Mussulman,
The full of hope, misnamed " forlorn,"
Who hold the thought of death in scorn,
And win their way with falchions' force,
Or pave the path with many a corse,
O'er which the following brave may rise,
Their stepping-stone—the last who dies!

XL

Tis midnight: on the mountain's brown
The cold, round moon shines deeply down
Blue roll the waters, blue the sky
Spreads like an ocean hung on high,
bespangled with those isles of light,
So wildly, spiritually bright;
Who ever gazed upon them shining,
And turned to earth without repining,
Nor wished for wings to flee away,
And mix with their eternal ray?
The waves on either shore lay there
Calm, clear, and azure as the air;

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