40 45 50 55 60 65 "Friends! ye have, alas! to know That the Christians, stern and bold, Woe is me, Alhama! Out then spake old Alfaqui, With his beard so white to see, "By thee were slain, in evil hour, Woe is me, Alhama! "And for this, oh King! is sent On thee a double chastisement: Thee and thine, thy crown and realm, One last wreck shall overwhelm. Woe is me, Alhama! "He who holds no laws in awe, He must perish by the law; And thyself with her undone." Woe is me, Alhama! Fire flash'd from out the old Moor's eyes, The Monarch's wrath began to rise, He spake exceeding well of laws. Woe is me, Alhama! 70 75 80 85 "There is no law to say such things As may disgust the ear of kings: Thus, snorting with his choler, said Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui! Though thy beard so hoary be, The King hath sent to have thee seized, For Alhama's loss displeased. Woe is me, Alhama! And to fix thy head upon High Alhambra's loftiest stone; That this for thee should be the law, And others tremble when they saw. 66 Woe is me, Alhama! Cavalier, and man of worth! Woe is me, Alhama! "But on my soul Alhama weighs, have lost the most. 90 Woe is me, Alhama! 95 "Sires have lost their children, wives Their lords, and valiant men their lives; One what best his love might claim Hath lost, another wealth, or fame. Woe is me, Alhama! 100 105 110 115 "I lost a damsel in that hour, Of all the land the loveliest flower; And as these things the old Moor said, And men and infants therein weep And from the windows o'er the walls STANZAS. A friend of Lord Byron's, who was with him at Ravenna when he wrote these Stanzas, says: "They were composed, like many others, with no view of publication, but merely to relieve himself in a moment of suffering. He had been painfully excited by some circumstances which appeared to make it necessary that he should immediately quit Italy; and in the day and the hour that he wrote the song was laboring under an access of fever." 10 COULD Love for ever Be tried in vain With this could measure, Ends not in dying, Love plumes his wing; Then for this reason Let's love a season; 15 But let that season be only Spring. 20 25 When lovers parted Feel broken-hearted, And, all hopes thwarted, A few years older, Ah! how much colder They might behold her For whom they sigh! When link'd together, In every weather, They pluck Love's feather From out his wing He'll stay for ever, But sadly shiver 30 Without his plumage, when past the Spring. Like Chiefs of Faction, His life is action 85 40 A formal paction That curbs his reign, Quits with disdain. 45 Love brooks not a degraded throne. All hideous seem All passion blight: Love's reign is finish'd 60 Then part in friendship,— and bid good-night. So shall Affection To recollection The dear connexion Bring back with joy: |