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Yet was I brave--mean boast where all are bravc! And still I gazed and gazerl--and not a prow
Even insects sting for aught they seek to sare. Was granted to my tears, my truth, my vow!
This common courage which with brutes we share At length-'twas noon-I hail'd and blest the mast
That owes its deadliest efforts to despair,

That met my sight-it near'd-Alas, it pass'd!
Small merit claims; but 'twas my nobler hope Another came-O God! 'twas thine at last!
To teach my few with numbers, still to cope.

Would that those days were over! wilt thou ne'er, Long have I led them--not to vainly bleed;

My Conrad, learn the joys of peace to share? No medium now-we perish or succeed !

Sure thou hast more than wealth, and many a home So let it be-it irks not me to die;

As bright as this invites us not to roam :
But thus to urge them whence they cannot fly. Thou know'st it is not peril that I fear,
My lot hath long had little of my care,

I only tremble when thou art not here;
But chafes my pride thus baffled in the snare: Then not for mine, but that far dearer life,
Is this my skill? my craft? to set at last

Which flies from love and languishes for strife-
Hope, power, and life upon a single cast?

Ilow strange that heart, to nie so tender still, Oh, Fate!-accuse thy folly, not thy fate;

Should war with nature and its better will !' She may redeem thee still nor yet too late.'

Yea, strange indeed—that heart hath long been XIV.

changed; Thus with himself communion held he, till

Worm-like 'twas trampled-adder-like avenged. He reach'd the summit of his tower-crownd hill: Without one hope on earth beyond thy love, There at the portal paused-for wild and soft And scarce a glimpse of mercy from above. He heard those accents never heard too oft;

Yet the same feeling which thou dost condemn, Through the high lattice far yet sweet they rung, My very love to thee is hate to them, And these the notes his bird of beauty sung:

So closely mingling here, that disentwined,

I cease to love thee when I love mankind : 'Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells, Lonely and lost to light for evermore,

Yet dread not this--the proof of all the past

Assures the future that my love will last; Save when to thine my heart responsive swells

But-o Medora! nerve thy gentler heart, Then trembles into silence as before.

This hour again-but not for long-we part.' .There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp

*This hour we part !-my heart foreboded this! Burns the slow flame, eternal,-but unseen;

Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss. Which not the darkness of despair can damp,

This hour-it cannot be this hour away! Though vain its ray as it had never been.

Yon bark hath hardly anchor'd in the bay:

Her consort still is absent, and her crew *Remember me-Oh! pass not thou my grave Have need of rest before they toil anew :

Without one thought whose relics there recline: My love ! thou mock'st iny weakness, and wouldst The only pang my bosom dare not brave

steel Must be to find forgetfulness in thine.

My breast before the time when it must feel;

But trifle now no more with my distress, My fondest--faintest-latest accents hear :

Such mirth hath less of play than bitterness. Grief for the dead not virtue can reprove;

Be silent, Conrad !-dearest ! come and share Then give me all I ever ask'd-a tear,

The feast these hands delighted to prepare ; The first-last-sole reward of so much love!'

Light toil! to cull and dress thy frugal fare! He pass'd the portal-cross'd the corridore,

See, I have pluck'd the fruit that promised best,

And where not sure, perplex'd, but pleased, I guess'd And reach'd the chamber as the strain gave o'er:

At such as seem'd the fairest : thrice the hill My own Medora !-sure thy song is sad-'

My steps have wound to try the coolest rill; 'In Conrad's absence wouldst thou have it glad? Yes! thy sherbet to-night will sweetly flow, Without thine ear to listen to my lay,

See how it sparkles in its vase of snow! Still must my song my thoughts, my soul betray: The grape's gay juice thy bosom never cheers; Still must each accent to my bosom suit,

Thou more than Mosiem when the cup appears : My heart anhush'd-although my lips were mute ! Think not I mean to chide-for I rejoice Oh! many a night on this lone couch reclined, What others deem a penance is thy choice. My dreaining fear with storms hath wing'd the wind But come, the board is spread; our silver lamp And deem'd the breath that faintly fann'd thy sail Is trimm'd, and heeds not the Sirocco's damp. The murmuring prelude of the ruder gale;

Then shall my handmaids while the time along, Though soft, it seem'd the low prophetic dirge, And join with me the dance, or wake the song: That mourn'd thee floating on the savage surge: Or my guitar, which still thou lov'st to hear, Still would I rise to rouse the beacon fire,

Shall soothe or lull ;-or, sliould it vex thine ear, Lest spies less true should let the blaze expire; We'll turn the tale, by Ariosto told, And many a restless lour outwatch'd each star, Of fair Olympia loved and left of old. And morning came-and still thou wert afar. Oh! how the chill blast on my bosom blew, And day broke dreary on my troubled view,

* Orlando Furioso, Canto to.

Whiy-thou wert worse than he who broke his vow He's gone !' - against her heart that land is To that lost dainsel, shouldst thou leave me now;

driven, Or even that traitor chief-I've seen thee smile, Convulsed and quick- - then gently raised to When the clear sky show'd Ariadne's Isle,

heaven; Which I have pointed from these cliffs the while: She look'd, and saw the heaving of the main; And thus, half sportive, half in fear, I said,

The white sail set-she dared not look again; Lest time should raise that doubt to more than But turn'd with sickening soul within the gate dread,

. It is no dream-and I am desolate!" Thus Conrad, too, will quit me for the main:

XVI. And he deceived me-for-he came again!'

From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped

Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; *Again-again-and oft again, my love!

But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way If there be life below, and hope above,

Forced on his eye what he would not surveyHe will return-but now the moments bring

His lone but lovely dwelling on the steep, The time of parting with redoubled wing:

That hail'd him first hen homeward from the The why—the where--what Loots it now to tell ?

deep: Since all must end in that wild word-farewell!

And she-the dim and melancholy star, Yet would I fain-did time allow-disclose

Whose ray of beauty reach him from afar, Fear not-these are no formidable foes;

On her he must not gaze, he must not think, And here shall watch a more than wonted guard,

There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink; For sudden sicge and long defence prepared :

Yet once almost lic stopp'u, and nearly gave Nor be thou lonely-though thy lord's away,

His fate to chance, his projects to the wave; Our matrons and thy handmaids with thee stay;

But no--it must not be-a worthy chief And this thy comfort-that when next we meet,

May melt, but not betray to woman's grief. Security shall make repose more sweet.

lle sees his bark, he notes how fair tire wind, List !-'tis the bugle - Juan shrilly blew

And sternly gathers all his might of mind: *One kiss-one more-another-Oh! Adieu !"

Again he hurries on; and as he hears

The clang of tuinult vibrate on his ears,
She rose, she sprung, she clung to his embrace,
Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face,

The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore,
He dared not raise to his that deep-blue eye,

The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; Which downcast droop'd in tearless agony.

As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms,

The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, In all the wildness of dishevell'd charms;

The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge

That mute adicu to those who stem the surge ; Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full-that feeling seem'd almost unfelt !

And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft,

lle marvel'd how his heart could seem so soft. Hark-peals the thunder of the signal-gun! It told 'twas sunset-and he cursed that sun.

Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast,

He feels of all his former self possest; Again-again-that form he madly press'd,

lle bounds-he flies—until his footsteps reach Which mutely clasp'd, imploringly caress'd!

The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, And tottering to the couch his bride he bore; One moment gazed, as if to gaze no more;

There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe

The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Felt that for him earth held but her alone,

Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Kiss'd her cold forehead-turn'd-is Conrad gone?

Nor rush, disturb'd by haste, to vulgar view:

For well had Conrad learn'd to curb the crowd, XV.

By arts that veil, and oft preserve the prouci: "And is he gone?'-on sudden solitude

His was the lofty port, the distant mien, How oft that fearful question will intrude !

That seems to shun the sight-and awes if seen; • 'Twas but an instant past-and here he stood !

The solemn aspect, and the high-born cyc, And now'—without the portal's porch she rush'd,

'That checks low mirth but lacks not courtesy; And then at length her tears in freedom gush'd:

All these he wielded to conrmand assent; Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell ;

But where he wish'd to win, so well unbent, But still her lips refused to send – Farewell !"

That kindness cancell'd fear in those who hcard, For in that word, that fatal word-howe'er

And others' gifts show'd mean beside his word, We promise, hope, believe-there breathes despair. When echo'd to the heart as from his own O'er every feature of that still, pale face,

His deep yet tender melody of tone: Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase:

But such was foreign to his wonted mood, The tender blue of that large loving eye

lle cared not what he soften'd, but subdued; Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy.

The evil passions of his youth had made Till-oh, how far !-it caught a glimpse of him,

Him value less who loved-than what obey'd. And then it flow'd, and frenzied seem'd to swim, Through those long, dark, and glistening lashes

XVII. dew'd

Around him mustering ranged his ready guard, With drops of sadness oft to be renew'd.

Before him Juan stands-Are all prepar'd?

•They are-nay, more--embark'd: the latest boat Alas I those eyes beheld his rocky tower, Waits but my chief

And live a moment o'er the parting hour; My sword and my capote.' She-his Medora-did she mark the prow? Soon firmly girded on, and lightly slung,

Ah! never loved he half so much as now ! His belt and cloak were o'er his shoulders flung : But much must yet be done ere dawn of dayCall Pedro here!' - He comes and Conrad Again he mans himself and turns away; bends

Down to the cabin with Gonsalvo bends, With all the courtesy he deign'd his friends : And there unfolds his plan-his means—and ends; Receive these tablets, and peruse with care,

Before them burns the lamp, and spreads the Words of high trust and truth are graven there ;

chart, Double the guard, and when Anselmo's bark

And all that speaks and aids the naval art: Arrives, let him alike these orders mark:

They to the midnight watch protract debate; In three days (serve the breeze) the sun shall To anxious eyes what hour is ever late ? shine

Meantime the steady breeze serenely blew, On our return-till then all peace be thine !'

And fast and falcon-like the vessel flew; This said, his brother pirate's hand he wrung, Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle. Then to his boat with haughty gesture sprung. To gain their port - long-long ere morning Flash'd the dipt oars, and sparkling with the

sinile : stroke,

And soon the night-glass through the narrow bay Around the waves' phosphoric* brightness broke; Discovers where the Pacha's galleys lay. They gain the vessel-on the deck he stands- Count they each sail, and mark how there supine Shrieks the shrill whistle-ply the busy hands : The lights in vain o'er heedless Moslem shine. He marks how well the ship her helm obeys,

Secure, unnoted, Conrad's prow pass'd Ly, How gallant all her crew-and deigns to praise. And anchor'd where his ambush meant to lie; His eyes of pride to young Gonsalvo turn

Screen'd from espial by the jutting cape, Why doth he start, and inly seem to mourn?

That rears on high its rude fantastic shape.

Then rose his band to duty-not from sleep* By night, particularly in a warm latitude, every Equipp'd for deeds alike on land or deep; stroke of the oar, every motion of the boat or ship, is

While lean'd their leader o'er the fretting flood, followed by a slight flash like sheet-lightning from the water.

And calmly talk'd

and yet he talk'd of blood !


Conosceste i dubiosi desiri -DANTE.

For Moslem mouths produce their choicest cheer,
And hoard their curses, till the coast is clear.


IN Coron's bay floats many a galley light,
Through Coron's lattices the lamps are bright,
For Seyd, the Pacha, makes a feast to-night:
A feast for promised triumph yet to come,
When he shall drag the fetter'd Rovers home.
This hath he sworn by Alla and his sword;
And faithful to his firman and his word,
His summon'd prows collect along the coast,
And great the gathering crews, and loud thic

Already shared the captives and the prize,
Though far the distant foe they thus despise;
'Tis but to sail no doubt to-morrow's sun
Will see the Pirates bound-their haven won !
Meantime the watch may slumber, if they will,
Nor only wake to war, but dreaming kiil.
Though all, who can, disperse on shore and seek
To flesh their glowing valour on the Greek;
How well such deed becomes the turban'd brave,
To bare the sabre's edge before a slave!
Infest his dwelling—but forbear to slay,
Their arms are strong, yet merciful to-day,
And do not deign to smite because they may!
Unless some gay caprice suggests the blow,
To keep in practice for the coming foe.
Revel and rout the evening hours beguile,
And they who wish to wear a head must smile ;

High in his hall reclines the turban'd Seyd;
Around-the bearded chiefs he came to lead.
Removed the banquet, and the last pilaff-
Forbidden draughts, 'tis said, he dared to quaff,
Though to the rest the sober berry's juice,
The slaves bear round for rigid Moslems' use ;
The long chibouquest dissolving cloud supply,
While dance the Almas to wild minstrelsy.
The rising morn will view the chiefs embark ;
But waves are somewhat treacherous in the dark;
And revellers may more securely sleep
On silken couch than o'er the rugged deep;
Feast there who can-nor combat till they must,
And less to conquest than to Korans trust;
And yet the numbers crowded in his host
Might warrant more than even the Pacha's boast.

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'A captive Dervise, from the Pirate's nest

Dream they of this our preparation, doom'd Escaped, is here-himself would tell the rest."* To view with fire their scorpion nest consumed? He took the sign from Seyd's assenting eye, And led the holy man in silence nigh.

*Pacha! the fetter'd captive's mourning eye, His arms were folded on his dark-green vest,

That weeps for fight, but ill can play the spy:

I only heard the reckless waters roar, His step was feeble, and his look deprest;

Those waves that would not bear me from the shore; Yet worn he seemed of hardship more than years,

I only mark'd the glorious sun and sky, And pale his cheek with penance, not from fears.

Too bright-too blue--for my captivity; Vow'd to his God-his sable locks he wore,

And felt that all which Freedom's bosom cheers, And these his lofty cap rose proudly o'er ;

Must break my chain before it dried my tears. Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,

This may'st thou judge, at least, from my escape, And wrapt a breast bestow'd on Heaven alone ;

They little deem of aught in peril's shape; Submissive, yet with self-possession mann'd,

Else vainly had I pray'd or sought the chance He calmly met the curious eyes that scann'd;

That leads me here-if eyed with vigilance: And question of his ing fain would seek,

The careless guard that did not see me fly,
Before the Pacha's will allow'd to speak.

May watch as idly when thy power is nigh.

Pacha !--my limbs are faint--and nature craves

Food for my hunger, rest from tossing waves : Whence com'st thou, Dervise ?'

Permit my absence-peace be with thee !-- Peace • From the outlaw's den

With all around !--now grant repose-release.' A fugitive

*Thy capture where and when!' *Stay, Dervise ! I have more to question-stay, 'From Scalanovo's port to Scio's isle,

I do command thee-sit-dost hear?-obey ! The Saick was bound; but Alla did not smile More I must ask, and food the slaves shall bring; Upon our course-the Moslem merchant's gains Thou shalt not pine where all are banqueting: The Rovers won : our limbs have worn their chains. The supper done-prepare thee to reply, I had no death to fear, nor wealth to boast,

Clearly and full - I love not mystery.' Beyond the wandering freedom which I lost; 'Twee vain to guess what shook the pious man, At length a fisher's humble boat by night

Who look'd not lovingly on that Divan; Afforded hope, and offer'd chance of flight:

Nor show'd high relish for a banquet prest, I seized the hour, and find my safety here ;

And less respect for every fellow-guest. With thee, most mighty Pacha! who can fear?' 'Twas but a moment's peevish hectic past

Along his cheek, and tranquillized as fast *How speed the outlaws? stand they well prepared

He sate him down in silence, and his look Their plunder'd wealth, and robber's rock to guard?

Resumed the calmness which before forsook :

The feast was usher'd in; but sumptuous fare • It has been objected that Conrad's



He shuund as if some poison mingled there. guised as a spy is out of nature ;-perhaps so. Y find

For one so long condemnd to toil and fast, soinething not unlike it in history.

'Anxious to explore with his own eyes the state of Methinks he strangely spares the rich repast. the Vandals, Majorian ventured, after disguising the What ails thee, Dervise ? cat-dost thou suppose colour of his hair, to visit Carthage in the character

This feast a Christian's? or my friends thy foes ? of his own ambassador; and Genseric was afterwards mortified by the discovery that he had entertained Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge, and dismissed the Emperor of the Romans. Such an Whiclı, once partaken, blunts the sabre's edge, anecdote may be rejected as an improbable fiction ; but it is a fiction which would not have been imagined

Makes even contending tribes in peace unite, unless in the life of a hero.'-GIBBON, Decline and Fall And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight! vol. vi. p. 180.

That Conrad is a character not altogether out of Salt seasons dainties and my food is still nature, I shall attempt to prove by some historical co The humblest root, my drink the simplest rill; incidences which I have inet with since writing The

And my stern vow and order's* laws oppose Corsair. *Eccelin prisonnier,' dit Rolandini, 's'enfermoit

To break or mingle bread with friends or foes : dans un silence menacant, il fixoit sur la terre son It may seem strange-if there be aught to dread, visage féroce, et ne donnoit point d'essorá sa profonde

That peril rests upon my single head; indignation. -De toutes parts cependant les soldats et les peuples accouroient ; ils vouloient voir cet homme, But for thy sway-nay more-thy Sultan's throne, jadis si puissant, et la joie universelle éclatoit de toutes I taste nor bread nor banquet-save alone; parts.

Eccelin étoit d'une petite taille ; mais tout l'aspect de sa personne, tous ses mouvemens,

Infringed our order's rule, the Prophet's rage indiquoient un soldat. --Son langage étoit amer, son

To Mecca's dome might bar my pilgrimage." déportement superbe-et par son seul égard, il faisoit trembler les plus hardis.'--ŚISMONDI, tome iii. pp. 219, . Well--as thou wilt--ascetic as thou art220.

One question answer ; then in peace depart. Gizericus (Genseric, king of the Vandals, the conqueror of both Carthage and Rome) staturâ mediocris,

How many ?-Ha! it cannot sure be day? et equi casu claudicans, animo profundus, sermone What star-what sun is bursting on the bay ! rarus, luxurize contemptor, irâ turbidus, habendi It shines a lake of fire !-away-away ! cupidus, ad solicitandas gentes providentissimus,' etc. etc.- JORNANDES de Rebus Geticis, c. 33.

I beg leave to quote these gloomy realities to keep * The dervises are in colleges, and of different in countenance my Giaour and Corsair.

orders, as the monks.

Hol treachery! my guards ! my scimitar!

But short their greeting. shorter his replyThe galleys feed the flames--and I afar !

• 'Tis well--but Seyd escapes,--and he must die: Accursèd Dervise 1-these thy tidings-thou

Much hath been done, but more remains to doSome villain spy-seize-cleave him-slay him now!' Their galleys blaze-why not their city too?' Up rose the Dervise with that burst of light, Nor less his change of form appalld the sight;

Quick at the word,--they seized him each a torch, Up rose that Dervise-not in saintly garb,

And fire the dome from minaret to porch. But like a warrior bounding on his barb,

A stern deliglit was fix'd in Conrad's eye, Dash'd his high cap, and tore his robe away

But sudden sunk; for on his ear the cry Shone his mail'd breast, and flash'd his sabre's

Of women struck, and like the deadly knell ray!

Knock'd at that heart unmoved by battle's yell. His close but glittering casque, and sable plume,

*Oh! burst the Haram-wrong not on your lives More glittering eye, and black brow's sabler gloom

One female forın ; remember--we have wives. Glared on the Moslems' eyes some Afrit sprite,

On them such outrage Vengeance will repay ; Whose demon death-blow left no hope for fight.

Man is our foe, and such 'tis ours to slay; The wild confusion, and the swarthy glow

But still we spared-must spare the weaker prey. Of flames on high, and torches from below;

Oh! I forgot-but Heaven will not forgive The shriek of terror, and the mingling yell

If at my word the helpless cease to live: For swords began to clash, and shouts to swell,

Follow who will-I go-wc yet have time Flung o'er that spot of earth the air of hell !

Our souls to lighten of at least a crime.' Distracted, to and fro, the flying slaves

He climbs the crackling stair-he bursts the door, Behold but bloody shore and fiery waves;

Nor feels his feet glow scorching with the floor; Nought heeded they the Pacha's angry cry,

His breathi choked gasping with the volumed smoke, They seize that Dervise !-seize on Zatanai !*

But still from room to room his way he broke. He saw their terror-check'd the first despair

They search--they find-they save: with lusty arms That urged him but to stand and perish there,

Each bears a prize of unregarded charms; Since far too early and too well obey'd,

Calın their loud fears: sustain their sinking frames The fiame was kindled ere the signal made

With all the care defenceless beauty claims: He saw their terror-from his baldric drew

So well could Conrad tame their fiercest mood, His bugle---brief the blast-but shrilly blew :

And check the very hands with gore imbued. 'Tis answered-'Well ye speed, my gallant crew!

But who is she whom Conrad's arms convey Why did I doubt their quickness of career,

From reeking pile and combat's wreck away! And deem design had left me single here ?'

Who but the love of him he dooms to bleed? Sweeps his long arm--that sabre's whirling sway

The Haram queen--but still the slave of Seyd ! Sheds fast atonement for its first delay; Completes his fury what their fear begun,

VI. And makes the many basely quail to one.

Brief time had Conrad now to greet Gulnare, The clo ven turbans o'er the chamber spread,

Few words to reassure the trembling fair; And scarce an arm dare rise to guard its head:

For in that pause compassion snatch'd froin war, Even Seyd, convulsed, o'erwhelm'd with rage, sur.

The foe before retiring, fast and far, prise,

With wonder saw their footsteps unpursued, Retreats before him, though he still defies.

First slowlier fled-then rallied-then withstood. No craven he--and yet he dreads the blow,

This Seyd perceives, then first perceives how few, So much Confusion magnifies his foe!

Compared with his, the Corsair's roving crew, His blazing galleys still distract his sight,

And blushes o'er his error, as he eyes He tore his beard, and foaming fled the fight it

The ruin wrought by panic and surprise. For now the pirates pass'd the Haram gate,

Alla il Alla! Vengeance swells the cryAnd burst within--and it were death to wait ;

Shame mounts to rage that must atone or die ! Where wild Amazement shrieking-kneeling

And flame for flame and blood for blood must tell, throws

The tide of triumph ebbs that flow'd too wellThe sword aside-in vain--the blood o'erflows !

When wrath returns to renovated strife, The Corsairs pouring, haste to where within,

And those who fought for conquest strike for life. Invited Conrad's bugle, and the din

Conrad beheld the danger--he beheld Of groaning victims, and wild cries for life,

His followers faint by freshening foes repelld! Proclaim'd how well he did the work of strife. They shout to find him grim and lonely there,

'One effort-one-to break the circling host!'

They form-unite-charge-waver--all is lost! A glutted tiger mangling in his lair!

Within a narrower ring compress'd, beset,

Hopeless, not heartless, strive and struggle yet. Satan.

Ah! now they fight in firmest file no more, | A common and not very novel effect of Mussul.

Hemm'd in-cut off-cleft down-and trampled o'er; man anger.. See Prince Eugene's Memoirs, page 24. • The Seraskier received a wound on the thigh ; he plucked up his beard by the roots, because he was * Gulnare, a female name. It means, literally, the obliged to quit the field."

flower of the pomegranate.

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