With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And hating no one, love but only her!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 177._
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 178._
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin,--his control
Stops with the shore.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 179._
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.[547-2]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 179._
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,--
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.[547-3]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 182._
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests.
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 183._
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers,
. . . . .
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane,--as I do here.[548-1]
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 184._
And what is writ is writ,--
Would it were worthier!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 185._
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,--
A sound which makes us linger; yet--farewell!
_Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 186._
Hands promiscuously applied,
Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
_The Waltz._
He who hath bent him o'er the dead
Ere the first day of death is fled,--
The first dark day of nothingness,
The last of danger and distress,
Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
_The Giaour. Line 68._
Such is the aspect of this shore;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
_The Giaour. Line 90._
Shrine of the mighty! can it be
That this is all remains of thee?
_The Giaour. Line 106._
For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.
_The Giaour. Line 123._
And lovelier things have mercy shown
To every failing but their own;
And every woe a tear can claim,
Except an erring sister's shame.
_The Giaour. Line 418._
The keenest pangs the wretched find
Are rapture to the dreary void,
The leafless desert of the mind,
The waste of feelings unemployed.
_The Giaour. Line 957._
Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
_The Giaour. Line 969._
The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.
_The Giaour. Line 1099._
I die,--but first I have possess'd,
And come what may, I _have been_ bless'd.
_The Giaour. Line 1114._
She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.
_The Giaour. Line 1127._
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?[549-1]
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1._
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all save the spirit of man is divine?
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1._
Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess
The might, the majesty of loveliness?
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6._
The light of love,[550-1] the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,[550-2]
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,--
And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6._
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 2._
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 20._
He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace![550-3]
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 20._
Hark! to the hurried question of despair:
"Where is my child?"--an echo answers, "Where?"[550-4]
_The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 27._
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
_The Corsair. Preface._
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,[550-5]
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,--
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1._
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1._
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 3._
The power of thought,--the magic of the mind!
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8._
The many still must labour for the one.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8._
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9._
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9._
Farewell!
For in that word, that fatal word,--howe'er
We promise, hope, believe,--there breathes despair.
_The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 15._
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
_The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 22._
He left a corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.[551-1]
_The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 24._
Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe!
_Lara. Canto i. Stanza 2._
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.[551-2]
_Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty._
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
_The Destruction of Sennacherib._
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
_Parisina. Stanza 1._
Yet in my lineaments they trace
Some features of my father's face.
_Parisina. Stanza 13._
Fare thee well! and if forever,
Still forever fare thee well.
_Fare thee well._
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.[552-1]
_A Sketch._
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
_Stanzas to Augusta._
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
_Epistle to Augusta. Stanza 3._
When all of genius which can perish dies.
_Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22._
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
_Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 68._
Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
_Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 74._
Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan.[552-2]
_Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 117._
O God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood.
_Prisoner of Chillon. Stanza 8._
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
_The Dream. Stanza 2._
And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
_The Dream. Stanza 2._
She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,[553-1]
Which terminated all.
_The Dream. Stanza 2._
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
_The Dream. Stanza 3._
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
_The Dream. Stanza 4._
There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
_Stanzas for Music._
I had a dream which was not all a dream.
_Darkness._
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But before I go, Tom Moore,
Here 's a double health to thee!
_To Thomas Moore._
Here 's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky 's above me,
Here 's a heart for every fate.[553-2]
_To Thomas Moore._
Were 't the last drop in the well,
As I gasp'd upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell
'T is to thee that I would drink.
_To Thomas Moore._
So we 'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night.
_So we 'll go._
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;
They crowned him long ago
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
With a diadem of snow.
_Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1._
But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,
Half dust, half deity, alike unfit
To sink or soar.
_Manfred. Act i. Sc. 2._
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs.
_Manfred. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The heart ran o'er
With silent worship of the great of old!
The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule
Our spirits from their urns.
_Manfred. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.
_Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2._
By all that 's good and glorious.
_Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2._
I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse,--borne away with every breath!
_Sardanapalus. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The dust we tread upon was once alive.
_Sardanapalus. Act iv. Sc. 1._
For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
Will back their own opinions by a wager.
_Beppo. Stanza 27._
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto,
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
_Beppo. Stanza 32._
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,--
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.[554-1]
_Beppo. Stanza 34._
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
_Beppo. Stanza 39._
That soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
_Beppo. Stanza 44._
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
_Beppo. Stanza 45._
O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water!
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.
_Beppo. Stanza 80._
And if we do but watch the hour,
There never yet was human power
Which could evade, if unforgiven,
The patient search and vigil long
Of him who treasures up a wrong.
_Mazeppa. Stanza 10._
They never fail who die
In a great cause.
_Marino Faliero. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,
Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.
_Age of Bronze. Stanza 3._
I loved my country, and I hated him.
_The Vision of Judgment. lxxxiii._
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest.
_The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19._
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties--give me a cigar!
_The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19._
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
_On my Thirty-sixth Year._
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.[555-1]
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 5._
In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,
Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 17._
But, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly,--have they not henpeck'd you all?
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 22._
The languages, especially the dead,
The sciences, and most of all the abstruse,
The arts, at least all such as could be said
To be the most remote from common use.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 40._
Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 61._
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 83._
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 117._
'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home;
'T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 123._
Sweet is revenge--especially to women.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 124._
And truant husband should return, and say,
"My dear, I was the first who came away."
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 141._
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart;
'T is woman's whole existence.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 194._
In my hot youth, when George the Third was king.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 212._
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice
I think I must take up with avarice.[556-1]
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 216._
What is the end of fame? 'T is but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper.
_Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 218._
At leaving even the most unpleasant people
And places, one keeps looking at the steeple.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 14._
There 's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms
As rum and true religion.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 34._
A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry
Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 53._
All who joy would win
Must share it, happiness was born a twin.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 172._
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 178._
A long, long kiss,--a kiss of youth and love.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 186._
Alas, the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing.
_Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 199._
In her first passion woman loves her lover:
In all the others, all she loves is love.[557-1]
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 3._
He was the mildest manner'd man
That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 41._
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
. . . . .
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 1._
The mountains look on Marathon,
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 3._
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three
To make a new Thermopylæ.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 7._
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave,--
Think ye he meant them for a slave?
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 10._
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.[558-1]
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 86. 16._
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 88._
Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
_Don Juan. Canto iii. Stanza 108._
And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
'T is that I may not weep.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 4._
The precious porcelain of human clay.[558-2]
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 11._
"Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.[558-3]
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 12._
Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 12._
And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.[558-4]
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 29._
These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 93._
"Arcades ambo,"--_id est_, blackguards both.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 93._
I 've stood upon Achilles' tomb,
And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 101._
Oh "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue!"[559-1]
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
_Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 110._
There 's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 5._
But all have prices,
From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.[559-2]
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 27._
And puts himself upon his good behaviour.
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 47._
That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 49._
The women pardon'd all except her face.
_Don Juan. Canto v. Stanza 113._
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,
Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
_Don Juan. Canto vi. Stanza 7._
A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase
By which such things are settled nowadays.
_Don Juan. Canto vi. Stanza 78._
The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.
_Don Juan. Canto viii. Stanza 3._
Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt
In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss
Was printed _Grove_, although his name was Grose.
_Don Juan. Canto viii. Stanza 18._
What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Is woman!
_Don Juan. Canto ix. Stanza 64._
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
_Don Juan. Canto x. Stanza 24._
Oh for a forty-parson power!
_Don Juan. Canto x. Stanza 34._
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
And proved it,--'t was no matter what he said.[560-1]
_Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1._
And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but
The truth in masquerade.
_Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 37._
'T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
_Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 59._
Of all tales 't is the saddest,--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
_Don Juan. Canto xiii. stanza 9._
Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.
_Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 11._
Society is now one polish'd horde,
Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored_.
_Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 95._
All human history attests
That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!--
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.[560-2]
_Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 99._
'T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange,--
Stranger than fiction.
_Don Juan. Canto xiv. Stanza 101._
The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
_Don Juan. Canto xv. Stanza 13._
A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
_Don Juan. Canto xv. Stanza 43._
Friendship is Love without his wings.
_L'Amitié est l'Amour sans Ailes._
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
_Memoranda from his Life, by Moore, Chap. xiv._
The best of prophets of the future is the past.
_Letter, Jan. 28, 1821._
What say you to such a supper with such a woman?[561-1]
_Note to a Letter on Bowles's Strictures._
FOOTNOTES:
[539-1] See Waller, pages 219-220.
[540-1]
Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat
(In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something
bitter, which stings in the very flowers).--LUCRETIUS: _iv. 1133._
[541-1] "War even to the knife" was the reply of Palafox, the
governor of Saragossa, when summoned to surrender by the French,
who besieged that city in 1808.
[541-2] See Waller, page 221.
[542-1] See Sheridan, page 443.
[543-1] I am a part of all that I have met.--TENNYSON: _Ulysses._
[544-1] See Gibbon, page 430.
[544-2]
Good bye, proud world; I 'm going home.
Thou art not my friend, and I 'm not thine.
EMERSON: _Good Bye, proud World._
See Johnson, page 374.
[545-1] See Wordsworth, page 474.
[545-2] A translation of the famous sonnet of Filicaja: "Italia,
Italia! O tu cui feo la sorte."
[546-1] See Wordsworth, page 478.
[546-2] Literally the exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth
century.
[547-1] See Cowper, page 418.
[547-2] See Pope, page 341.
[547-3]
And thou vast ocean, on whose awful face
Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
ROBERT MONTGOMERY: _The Omnipresence of the Deity._
[548-1]
He laid his hand upon "the ocean's mane,"
And played familiar with his hoary locks.
POLLOK: _The Course of Time, book iv. line 389._
[549-1]
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
GOETHE: _Wilhelm Meister._
[550-1] See Gray, page 382.
[550-2] See Lovelace, page 259. Browne, page 218.
[550-3] Solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant (They make solitude,
which they call peace).--TACITUS: _Agricola, c. 30._
[550-4] I came to the place of my birth, and cried, "The friends
of my youth, where are they?" And echo answered, "Where are
they?"--_Arabic MS._
[550-5] See Churchill, page 413.
To all nations their empire will be dreadful, because their ships
will sail wherever billows roll or winds can waft
them.--DALRYMPLE: _Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 152._
[551-1] See Burton, page 186.
[551-2] The subject of these lines was Mrs. R. Wilmot.--_Berry
Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 7._
[552-1] See Congreve, page 294.
[552-2] Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa (Nature made him,
and then broke the mould).--ARIOSTO: _Orlando Furioso, canto x.
stanza 84._
The idea that Nature lost the perfect mould has been a favorite
one with all song-writers and poets, and is found in the
literature of all European nations.--_Book of English Songs, p.
28._
[553-1] She floats upon the river of his thoughts.--LONGFELLOW:
_The Spanish Student, act ii. sc. 3._
[553-2] With a heart for any fate.--LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._
[554-1] My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring
as marble to retain.--CERVANTES: _The Little Gypsy._
[555-1]
Vixerunt fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi.
HORACE: _Ode iv. 9. 25._
[556-1] See Middleton, page 173.
[557-1] Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et
dans les autres elles aiment l'amour.--ROCHEFOUCAULD: _Maxim 471._
[558-1] See Shakespeare, page 63.
[558-2] See Dryden, page 277.
[558-3] See Wordsworth, page 479.
[558-4]
All her innocent thoughts
Like rose-leaves scatter'd.
JOHN WILSON: _On the Death of a Child._ (1812.)
[559-1] See Southey, page 507.
[559-2] See Robert Walpole, page 304.
[560-1] What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind.--T.
H. KEY (once Head Master of University College School). On the
authority of F. J. Furnivall.
[560-2] For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything
than he does of his dinner.--PIOZZI: _Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson,
p. 149._
[561-1] See Lady Montagu, page 350.
WILLIAM KNOX. 1789-1825.
Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.[561-2]
_Mortality._[561-3]
FOOTNOTES:
[561-2] Abraham Lincoln was very fond of repeating these lines.
[561-3] From Knox's "Songs of Israel," 1824.
ALFRED BUNN. 1790-1860.
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side.
_Song._
The light of other days[561-4] is faded,
And all their glories past.
_Song._
The heart bowed down by weight of woe
To weakest hope will cling.
_Song._
FOOTNOTES:
[561-4] See Moore, page 523.
FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. 1790-1867.
Strike--for your altars and your fires!
Strike--for the green graves of your sires!
God, and your native land!
_Marco Bozzaris._
Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath!
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke!
Come in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean storm!
Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet song, and dance, and wine!
And thou art terrible!--the tear,
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know or dream or fear
Of agony are thine.
_Marco Bozzaris._
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.
_Marco Bozzaris._
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
_Marco Bozzaris._
Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines,
Shrines to no code or creed confined,--
The Delphian vales, the Palestines,
The Meccas of the mind.
_Burns._