Closing o'er one we sought to save, It might be months, or years, or days, And clear them of their dreary mote; I ask'd not why, and reck'd not where, It was at length the same to me Fetter'd or fetterless to be, I learn'd to love despair. And thus when they appear'd at last, Regain'd my freedom with a sigh. THE EAST. (BRIDE OF ABYDOS, Canto i. Stanza 1.) KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; Where the light wings of Zephyr, opprest with per fume, Wax faint o'er the Gardens of Gúl in her bloom; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye; -- 'T is the clime of the East; 't is the land of the Sun Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell. JOURNEY AND DEATH OF HASSAN. (From THE GIAOUR.) STERN Hassan hath a journey ta'en With twenty vassals in his train, Each arm'd, as best becomes a man, The chief before, as deck'd for war, Stain'd with the best of Arnaut blood, Of what befell in Parne's vale. Which still, though gemm'd and boss'd with gold, 'T is said he goes to woo a bride More true than her who left his side; The faithless slave that broke her bower, The sun's last rays are on the hill, Whose welcome waters, cool and clear, The foremost Tartar's in the gap, Conspicuous by his yellow cap; * The rest in lengthening line the while Shall tempt them down ere morrow's light; They reach the grove of pine at last: "Bismillah! now the peril's past; For yonder view the opening plain, And there we'll prick our steeds amain: The Chiaus spake, and as he said, A bullet whistled o'er his head; The foremost Tartar bites the ground! Scarce had they time to check the rein, Swift from their steeds the riders bound; But three shall never mount again: Unseen the foes that gave the wound, The dying ask revenge in vain. With steel unsheath'd, and carbine bent, Some o'er their courser's harness leant, Half shelter'd by the steed; Some fly behind the nearest rock, And there await the coming shock, Nor tamely stand to bleed Beneath the shaft of foes unseen, Who dare not quit their craggy screen. Stern Hassan only from his horse Disdains to light, and keeps his course, Till fiery flashes in the van Proclaim too sure the robber-clan But Hassan's frown and furious word 1 Quarter, pardon. |