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Strange tidings!- many a peril have I past, “Remember me - Oh! pass not thor Nor know I why this next appears the last!

grave Yet so my heart forebodes, but must not Without one thought whose relics 1 fear,

recline: Nor shall my followers find me falter here. The only pang my bosom dare not bra 'Tis rash to meet, but surer death to wait Must be to find forgetfulness in thine. Till here they hunt us to undoubted fate; And, if my plan but hold, and Fortune smile,

“My fondest — faintest

latest - ac We'll furnish mourners for our funeral-pile.

hear: Ay- let them slumber—peaceful be their Grief for the dead not Virtue can repr

dreams! Morn ne'er awoke them with such brilliant The first - last-sole reward of son

Then give me all I ever asked - a tear beams

love!” As kindle high to-night (but blow, thou

breeze!) To warm these slow avengers of the seas. He pass'd the portal – cross'd the corri Now to Medora-Oh! my sinking heart,

And reach'd the chamber as the strain Long may her own be lighter than thou art!

o'er: Yet was I brave-mean boast where all are

“My own Medora! sure thy song

is sa brave! Even insects sting for aught they seek to

“In Conrad's absence wouldst thou | This common courage which with brutes

it glad ? we share,

Without thine ear to listen to my lay, That owes its deadliest efforts to despair, Still must my song my thoughts, my Small merit claims – but 'twas my nobler

betray: hope

Still must each accent to my bosom st To teach my few with numbers still to cope; My heart unhush'd - although my lips Long have I led them-not to vainly bleed:

mute ! No medium now, we perish or succeed! Oh! many a night on this lone coucl So let it be—it irks not me to die;

clined, But thus to urge them whence they cannot My dreaming fear with storms hath wi fly.

the wind, My lot hath long had little of my care, And deem'd the breath that faintly fa But chafes my pride thus baffled in the snare: Is this my skill? my craft? to set at last The murmuring prelude of the ruder g Hope, power, and life upon a single cast? Though soft, it seem'd the low prop) Oh, Fate!- accuse thy folly, not thy fate

dirge, She may redeem thee still - nor yet too late." That mourn'd thee floating on the sa

surge: Thus with himself communion held he, Lest spies less true should let the 1

Still would I rise to rouse the beacontill

expire; lle reach'd the summit of his tower-crown'd

And hill :

many a restless hour outwatch'd

star, There at the portal paused—for wild and


And morning came—and still thou He heard those accents never heard too oft; oh! how the chill blast on my bosom b

afar. 'Throngh the high lattice far yet sweet they And day broke dreary on my troubled

rung, And these the notes his bird of beauty sung: Was granted to my tears-my truth

And still I gazed and gazed - and not a 1 “Deep in my soul that tender secret

At length—'twas noon-I haild and 1

the mast dwells, Lonely and lost to light for evermore,

That met my sight - it near'd- Alas! it Save when to thine my heart responsive Would that those days were over!

Another came – Oh God! 'twas thine at swells,

thou ne'er, Then trembles into silence as before.

My Conrad ! learn the joys of peact -There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Sure thou hast more than wealth, and in Burns the slow flame, eternal_but unseen, Which not the darkness of despair can As bright as this invites us not to roan

Thou knowst it is not peril that I fear Though vain its ray as it had never been. I only tremble when thou art not here


thy sail



a home

Then not for mine, but that far dearer life, We'll turn the tale, by Ariosto told, Which dies from love and languishes for of fair Olympia loved and left of old. strife

Why—thou wert worse than he who broko How strange that heart, to me so tender still,

his vow Should war with nature and its better will!" To that lost damsel, shouldst thou leave

me now;

Or even that traitor-chief—I've seen theo -Sea strange indeed—that heart hath

smile, long been changed; When the clear sky show'd Ariadne's Isle, Werm-like 'twas trampled adder - like Which I have pointed from these cliffs the avenged,

while: Without ene hope on earth beyond thy love, and thus, half sportive, half in fear, I said, And scarce a glimpse of mercy from above. Lest Time should raise that doubt to more Yet the same feeling which thou dost

than dread, condemn, My very love to thee is hate to them,

Thus Conrad, too, will quit me for the main :

And he deceived me --for-he came again!" So closely mingling here, that disentwined, I cease to love thee when I love mankind. Yet dread not this—the proof of all the past “Again-again-and oft again --my love! Asares the future that my love will last; If there be life below and hope above, Bat-Oh, Medora! nerve ihy gentler heart, He will return-but now, the moments bring This hour again—but not for long-we The time of parting with redoubled wing: part." The why—the where—what boots it now

to tell?

Since all must end in that wild word This bour we part!-my heart foreboded

farewell! this:

Yet would I fain-did time allow-disTas ever fade my fairy-dreams of bliss.

closeles bour-it cannot be this hour away! Fear not-these are no formidable foes; Ie bark hath hardly anchored in the bay: And here shall watch a more than wonted La consort still is absent, and her crew

guard, le need of rest before they toil anew; For sudden siege and long defence prepared: by lare! thou muck’st my weakness; and Nor be thou lonely—though thy lord's away, would'st steel

Our matrons and thy handmaids with thee Hy treast before the time when it must feel;

stay ; but trife now no more with my distress, Buch wirth bath less of play than bitterness.

And this thy comfort—that, when next we

meet, ke alent, Conrad ! — dearest! come and Security shall make repose more sweet:

share The least these hands delighted to prepare; One kiss--one more- another-Oh! Adieu!"

List!- 'tis the bugle-Juan shrilly blewLigit tail! to cull and dress thy frugal fare! St. I have pluck'd the fruit that promised best,

She rose—she sprung-she clung to his kad vhere not sure, perplex'd, but pleased, till his heart heaved beneath her hidden

embrace, I guess'd llach as seem'd the fairest: thrice the hill

face. by steps have wound to try the coolest rill; He dared not raise to his that deep-blue eye be thy Sherbet to-night will sweetly flow, which downcast droop'd in tearless agony. Ser bow it sparkles in its vase of snow!

Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his De grapes gay juice thy bosom never

arms, cheers;

In all the wildness of dishevell’d charms; Ibig more than Moslem when the cup

Scarce beat that bosom where his image

dwelt fast not I mean to chide for I rejoice So full—that feeling seem'd almost unfelt! What others deem a penance is thy choice. Hark-peals the thunder of the signal-gun! Betone, the board is spread ; our silver. It told 'twas sunset-and he cursed that sun. lamp

Again-again- that form he madly press'd ; be trimm'd, and heeds not the Sirocco's Which mutely clasp?d, imploringly caress'd! damp:

And tottering to the couch his bride he bore, The shall my handmaids while the time One moment gazed—as if to gaze no more;

Felt-that for him earth held but her alone, along, find join me in the dance, or wake the song;

Kiss'd her cold forehead-turn'd-is ConOx ny guitar, which still thou lovest to

rad gone? hear, Shell soothe or lall-or, should it vex thine "And is he gone?"-on sudden solitude ear,

How off that fearful question will intrude?


“ 'T'was but an instant past, and here he He marvell’d how his heart could see stood!

soft. And now", without the portal's porch she Fire in his glance, and wildness in rush'd,

breast, And then at length her tears in freedom He feels of all his former self possest;


He bounds,- he flies- until his foots Big-bright-and fast, unknown to her

reach they fell; The verge where ends the cliff, begins But still her lips refused to send — "Fare

beach, well!”

There checks his speed; but pauses les For in that word—that fatal word, howe'er

breathe We promise-hope-believe- there breathes The breezy freshness of the deep benea


Than there his wonted statelier step rei O'er every feature of that still, pale face, Nor rush disturbed by haste, to vulgar v Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase: For well had Conrad learn’d to curb The tender blue of that large loving eye

crowd, Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy,

By arts that veil, and oft preserve the pri Till--Oh, how far!—it caught a glimpse His was the lofty port, the distant mi

of him,

That seems to shun the sight- and aw And then it flow'd --and phrenzied seem'd

to swim

The solemn aspect, and the high-born Through those long, dark, and glistening That checks low mirth, but lacks not co lashes dewed

esy ; With drops of sadness oft to be renew'd. All these he wielded to command ass “He's gone!"-against her heart that hand But where he wish'd to win, so well unli

is driven,

That kindness cancell'd fear in those Convulsed and quick--then gently raised

heard, to heaven; And other's gifts show'd mean beside She look'd and saw the heaving of the main;

word, The white sail set-she dared not look again; When echoed to the heart as from his But turn'd with sickening soul within the His deep yet tender melody of tone:


But such was foreign to his wonted me * It is no dream and I am desolate!” He cared not what he soften'd, but subdi

The evil passions of his youth had ma

Him value less who loved - than w From crag to crag descending-swiftly

obey'd sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turn'd his


Around him mustering ranged his re But shrunk whene'er the windings of his

gnard. way

Before him Juan stands-"Are all prepare Forced on his eye what he would not survey, "They are-nay more - embark’d: the la His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep,

boat That hail'd him first when homeward from Waits but my chief---" the deep :

“My sword, and my capo And she-the dim and melancholy star, Soon firmly girded on, and lightly slur Whose ray of beauty reach'd him from afar, His belt and cloak were o'er his should On her he must not gaze, he must not think,

flung; There he might rest—but on Destruction's “Call Pedro here!” He comes -- and Con brink:

bends, Yet once almost he stoppd- and nearly gave with all the courtesy he deign’d his friet His fate to chance, his projects to the wave; "Receive these tablets, and pernse with a Bat no-it must not be- a worthy chief Words of high trust and truth are gra May melt, but not betray to woman's grief.

there ; He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, Double the guard, and when Anselmo's by And sternly gathers all his might of inind: Arrives, let him alike these orders mar] Again he hurries on-and as he hears In three days (serve the breeze) the i The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, On our return-till then all peace be thin The shout, the signal, and the dashing sar; This said, his brother Pirate's hand As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast,

wrung, The anchor's rise, the sails unfurling fast, Then to his boat with haughty gesti The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge

sprung: That mute adieu to those who stem the surge; Flash'd the dipt oars, and sparkling * And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft,

shall shine

the stroke


Around the wares' phosphoric brightness | This hath he sworn by Alla and his sword, broke;

And faithful to his firman and his word, They gain the vessel- on the deck he stands; His summond prows collect along the coast, Shrieks the shrill whistle-ply the busy And great the gathering crews, and loud hands

the boast; He marks how well the ship her helm obeys, Already shared the captives and the prize, How gallant all her crew-and deigns to Though far the distant foe they thus despise; praise.

"Tis but to sail-no doubt to-morrow's Sun His eyes of pride to young Gonsalvo turn – Will see the Pirates bound-their haven Why doth he start, and inly seem to mourn?

won ! Alas! those eyes beheld his rocky tower, Mean time the watch may slumber, if they And live a inoment o'er the parting-hour;

will, She bis Medora-did she mark the prow? Nor only wake to war, but dreaming kill: Ah! never loved he half so much as now! Though all, who can, disperse on shoro But mach must yet be done ere dawn of

and seek day

To flesh their glowing valour on the Greek; Agais ke mans hinself and turns away;

How well such deed becomes the turban'd Down to the cabin with Gonsalvo bends,

braveAnd there unfolds his plan-his means - To bare the sabre's edge before a slave! and ends;

Infest his dwelling - but forbear to slay, Before them barns the lamp, and spreads Their arms are strong, yet merciful to-day,

the chart, And do not deign to smite because they And all that speaks and aids the naval art; They to the midnight watch protract debate; Unless some gay caprice suggests the blow, To anxious eyes what hour is ever late? To keep in practice for the coming foe. kan time, the steady breeze serenely blew, Revel and rout the evening hours beguile, bol fast and falcon-like the vessel flew; And they who wish to wear a head must ta'd the high headlands of each clustering

smile, isle,

For Moslem mouths produce their choicest Bagain their port - long-long ere morning

cheer, smile:

And hoard their curses, till the coast is clear. kad seen the night-glass through the nar

row bay lisesters where the Pacha's galleys lay.

High in his hall reclines the turban'd Caat they each sail -and mark how there

Seyd; supine

Around the bearded chiefs he came to lead. The lights in vain o'er heedless Moslem Reinoved the banquet, and the last pilaff shine.

Forbidden draughts, 'tis said, he dared to Serre , unnoted, Conrad's prow pass'd by,

quaff, bakarhor'd where his ambush meant to lie; Though to the rest the sober berry's juice, Serra'd from espial by the jutting.cape,

The slaves bear round for rigid Moslem's use; The rears on high its rude fantastic shape. The long Chibouque's dissolving cloud Then rose his band to duty - not from

supply, sleep

While dance the Almas to wild minstrelsy. benzip'd for deeds alike on land or deep; The rising morn will view the chief embark, Tile lean'd their leader o'er the fretting But waves are somewhat treacherous in the flood,

dark: dat calmly talk'd - and yet he talk'd of And revellers may more securely sleep blood!

On silken couch than o'er the rugged deep;
Feast there who can—nor combat till they

And less to conquest than to Korans trust;

And yet the numbers crowded in his host CANTO II.

Miglt warrant more than even the Pacha's


"Conosceste i dubiosi desiri?"


With cautious reverence from the outer la Coron's bay Boats many a galley light, Slow stalks the slave, whose office there Through Coron's lattices the lamps are

to wait, bright,

Bows his bent head-his hand salutes the Per Seyd, the Pacha, makes a feast to

floor, night:

Ere yet his tongue the trusted tidings bore: Afrast for promised triumph yet to come,

"A captive Dervise, from the pirate's nest When he shall drag the fetter'd Rovers home; Escaped, is here--himself would tell the rest.”

He took the sign from Seyd's assenting eye, Pacha!-- my limbs are faint-and na And led the holy man in silence nigh.

craves His arms were folded on his dark green vest, Food for my hunger, rest from tossing wi His step was feeble, and his look deprest; Permit my absence- peace be with 1 Yet worn he seemd of hardship more than

Peace years,

With all around ! - now grant repe And pale his cheek with penance, not from

release." fears. Vow'd to his God - his sable locks he wore,

Stay, Dervise! I have more to questi And these his lofty cap rose proudly o’er:

stay, Around his form his loose long robe was I do command thee-sit-dost hear?-ol


More I must ask, and food the slaves : And wrapt a breast bestow'd on heaven alone;

bring; Submissive, yet with self-possession mannd, Thou shalt not pine where all are bang He calmly met the curious eyes that scann'd,

ing And question of his coming fain would seek, The supper done-prepare thee to rep! Before the Pacha’s will allow'd to speak. Clearly and full-I love not mystery." “Whence com'st thou, Dervise ?”

'Twere vain to guess what shook thep "From the outlaw's den,

man, A fugitive-"

Who look'd not lovingly on that Divat “Thy capture where and when ? " Norshow'd high relish for the banquet p "From Scalanova's port to Scio's isle And less respect for every fellow-guest. The Saick was bound; but Alla did not | 'Twas but a moment's peevish hectic p


Along his cheek, and tranquillized as ! Upon our course

e-the Moslem merchant's He sate him down in silence, and his li gains

Resumed the calmness which before fors The Rovers won : our limbs have worn The feast was usherd in- but sumptı their chains.

fare I had no death to fear, nor wealth to boast, He shunn'd as if some poison mingled ti Beyond the wandering freedom which I lost; For one so long condemn’d to toil and At

length a fisher's humble boat by night Methinks he strangely spares the rich rej Afforded hope, and offer'd chance of flight: What ails thee, Dervise? eat-dost I seized the hour, and find my safety here

suppose With thee--must mighty Pacha! who can This feast a Christian's? or my friends fear? ”


Why dost thou shun the salt? that sa How speed the ontlaws? stand they well

pledge prepared,

Which, once partaken, blunts the sal T'heir plunder'd wealth, and robber's rock,

edge, to guard ? Makes even contending tribes in peace a Dream they of this our preparation, doom'd And hated hosts seem brethren to the sig To view with fire their scorpion-nest con

“ Salt seasons dainties-and my foo

still " Pacha! the fetter'd captive's mourning The humblest root, my drink the simp eye

rill; That weeps for flight, but ill can play the And my stern vow and order's laws op


To break or mingle bread with friend I only heard the reckless waters roar,

foes; Those waves that would not bear me from It may seem strange --- if there be'augh the shore;

dread, I only mark'd the glorious sun and sky, That peril rests upon my single head; Too bright—too blue--for my captivity ; But for thy sway-nay more-thy Sult And felt—that all which Freedom's bosom

throne, cheers,

I taste nor bread, nor banquet-save alo Must break my chain before it dried my tears. Infringed our order's rule, the Prophet's This mayst thou judge, at least, from my To Mecca's dome might bar my pilgrimaj

escape, They little deem of aught in peril's shape; “ Well-as thou wilt-ascetic as tl Else vainly had I pray'd or sought the chance

artThat leads me here—if eyed with vigilance : One question answer; then in peace dep The careless guard that did not see me fly, How many?-Ha! it cannot sure be day May watch as idly when thy power is nigh:) What star--what sun is bursting on the be

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