LXXXV. At least he feels it, and some say he sees, This Canto, ere my Muse perceives fatigue: LXXXVI. Hark! through the silence of the cold, dull night, Along the leaguer'd wall and bristling bank The stars peep through the vapours dim and dank, Which curl in curious wreaths :-how soon the smoke Of Hell shall pall them in a deeper cloak. LXXXVII. Here pause we for the present-as even then Thousands of whom were drawing their last breath! A moment-and all will be life again! The march! the charge! the shouts of either faith! Hurra! and Allah! and-one moment more→ The death-cry drowning in the battle's roar. 85 86 87 Don Juan. CANTO THE EIGHTH. I. OH! blood and thunder! and Oh! blood and wounds! At present such things: since they are her theme, II. All was prepar'd-the fire, the sword, the men The army, like a lion from his den, March'd forth with nerve and sinews bent to slay, A human Hydra, issuing from its fen To breathe destruction on its winding way, Whose heads were heroes, which, cut off in vain, III. History can only take things in the gross; But could we know them in detail, perchance In balancing the profit and the loss, War's merit it by no means might enhance, To waste so much gold for a little dross, As hath been done, mere conquest to advance : The drying up a single tear has more Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. IV. And why? Because it brings self-approbation; A higher title, or a loftier station, Though they may make Corruption gape or stare, Yet, in the end, except in Freedom's battles, Are nothing but a child of Murder's rattles. 1 2 3 V. And such they are-and such they will be found; Which breathes of nations sav'd, not worlds undone. While the mere victor's may appal or stun The servile and the vain, such names will be A watchword till the future shall be free. VI. The night was dark, and the thick mist allow'd And in the Danube's waters shone the same- VII. The column order'd on the assault, scarce pass'd Answering the Christian thunders with like voices; VIII. And one enormous shout of "Allah!" rose 5 6 8 IX. The columns were in movement one and'all, 9 But of the portion which attack'd by water, Thicker than leaves the lives began to fall, Though led by Arseniew, that great son of slaughter, As brave as ever fac'd both bomb and ball. [ter:" "Carnage" (so Wordsworth tells you) "is God's daugh If he speak truth, she is Christ's sister, and 10 The Prince de Ligne was wounded in the knee; Because it then receiv'd no injury More than the cap; in fact, the ball could mean No harm unto a right legitimate head; "Ashes to ashes"-why not lead to lead? XI. Also the General Markow, Brigadier, Insisting on removal of the prince, Amidst some groaning thousands dying near, All common fellows, who might writhe and wince, And shriek for water into a deaf ear, The General Markow, who could thus evince XII. Three hundred cannon threw up their emetic, Mortality! thou hast thy monthly bills; XIII. There the still-varying pangs, which multiply Which meet the gaze, whate'er it may regard— XIV. Yet I love glory;-glory's a great thing- Half-pay for life, make mankind worth destroying. 11 12 13 14 XV. The troops, already disembark'd, push'd on Had set to work as briskly as their brothers: XVI. And this was admirable; for so hot The fire was, that were red Vesuvius loaded, Besides its lava, with all sorts of shot, And shells, or hells, it could not more have goaded. Of officers a third fell on the spot, A thing which victory by no means boded To gentlemen engag'd in the assault : Hounds, when the huntsman tumbles, are at fault. XVII. But here I leave the general concern, For fifty thousand heroes, name by name, Would form a lengthy lexicon of glory, XVIII. And therefore we must give the greater number In ditches, fields, or wheresoe'er they felt In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss XIX. Juan and Johnson join'd a certain corps, And fought away with might and main, not knowing And still less guessing where they might be going; 15 16 17 18 19 |