By time, or mountain lightning, riven
From summits clad in mists of heaven;
For where is he that hath beheld
The peak of Liakura unveild?

They reach the grove of pine at last : “ Bismillah! (26) 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

Have well secured the only way
Could now avail the promised prey ;

Then curld his very beard (27) with ire,
And glared his eye with fiercer fire:
" Though far and near the bullets hiss,
" I've scaped a bloodier hour than this."
And now the foe their covert quit,
And call his vassals to submit;
But Hassan's frown and furious word
Are dreaded more than hostile sword,
Nor of his little band a man
Resign’d carbine or ataghan,
Nor raised the craven cry, Amaun! (28)
In fuller sight, more near and near,
The lately ambush'd foes appear,
And, issuing from the grove, advance
Some who on battle-charger prance.
Who leads them on with foreign brand,
Far flashing in his red right hand ?
“ 'Tis he! 'tis he! I know him now;
“ I know him by his pallid brow;
" I know him by the evil eye (29)
" That aids his envious treachery :
“ I know him by his jet-black barb :
“ Though now array'd in Arnaut garb,
“ Apostate from his own vile faith,
" It shall not save him from the death:
66 'Tis he! well met in any hour,
" Lost Leila's love, accursed Giaour !"

VOL. 11.

As rolls the river into ocean,

620 In sable torrent wildly streaming;

As the sea-tide's opposing motion, In azure column proudly gleaming, Beats back the current many a rood, In curling foam and mingling flood,

625 While eddying whirl, and breaking wave, Roused by the blast of winter rave; Through sparkling spray, in thundering clash, The lightnings of the waters flash In awful whiteness o'er the shore,

630 That shines and shakes beneath the roar; Thus—as the stream and ocean greet, With waves that madden as they meetThus join the bands, whom mutual wrong, And fate, and fury, drive along. The bickering sabre's shivering jar;

And pealing wide or ringing near
It echoes on the throbbing ear,
The deathshot hissing f i afar;
The shock, the shout, the groan of war, 640

Reverber ate along that vale,
More suited to the shepherd's tale:
Though few the number—theirs the strife,
That neither spares nor speaks for life!
Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press,

645
To seize and share the dear caress;
But Love itself could never pant
For all that Beauty sighs to grant

FALL'N HASSAN LIES - HIS UNCLOSED EYE

YET LOWERING ON HIS ENEMY