Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Second. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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Come blue eyed maid of heaven but thou alas	B
Didst never yet one mortal song inspire	C
Goddess of Wisdom here thy temple was	D
And is despite of war and wasting fire	E
And years that bade thy worship to expire	C
But worse than steel and flame and ages slow	F
Is the drear sceptre and dominion dire	C
Of men who never felt the sacred glow	F
That thoughts of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow	F
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II	A
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Ancient of days august Athena where	G
Where are thy men of might thy grand in soul	H
Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were	E
First in the race that led to Glory's goal	H
They won and passed away is this the whole	H
A schoolboy's tale the wonder of an hour	E
The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole	H
Are sought in vain and o'er each mouldering tower	E
Dim with the mist of years grey flits the shade of power	E
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III	A
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Son of the morning rise approach you here	I
Come but molest not yon defenceless urn	J
Look on this spot a nation's sepulchre	I
Abode of gods whose shrines no longer burn	J
E'en gods must yield religions take their turn	J
'Twas Jove's 'tis Mahomet's and other creeds	K
Will rise with other years till man shall learn	J
Vainly his incense soars his victim bleeds	K
Poor child of Doubt and Death whose hope is built on reeds	K
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IV	L
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Bound to the earth he lifts his eyes to heaven	M
Is't not enough unhappy thing to know	F
Thou art Is this a boon so kindly given	M
That being thou wouldst be again and go	F
Thou know'st not reck'st not to what region so	F
On earth no more but mingled with the skies	N
Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe	F
Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies	N
That little urn saith more than thousand homilies	O
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V	L
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Or burst the vanished hero's lofty mound	P
Far on the solitary shore he sleeps	Q
He fell and falling nations mourned around	P
But now not one of saddening thousands weeps	Q
Nor warlike worshipper his vigil keeps	Q
Where demi gods appeared as records tell	R
Remove yon skull from out the scattered heaps	Q
Is that a temple where a God may dwell	R
Why e'en the worm at last disdains her shattered cell	R
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VI	L
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Look on its broken arch its ruined wall	S
Its chambers desolate and portals foul	T
Yes this was once Ambition's airy hall	S
The dome of Thought the Palace of the Soul	H
Behold through each lack lustre eyeless hole	H
The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit	U
And Passion's host that never brooked control	H
Can all saint sage or sophist ever writ	U
People this lonely tower this tenement refit	U
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VII	L
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Well didst thou speak Athena's wisest son	M
'All that we know is nothing can be known '	-
Why should we shrink from what we cannot shun	M
Each hath its pang but feeble sufferers groan	V
With brain born dreams of evil all their own	V
Pursue what chance or fate proclaimeth best	W
Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron	V
There no forced banquet claims the sated guest	W
But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome rest	W
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VIII	L
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Yet if as holiest men have deemed there be	L
A land of souls beyond that sable shore	I
To shame the doctrine of the Sadducee	Q
And sophists madly vain of dubious lore	I
How sweet it were in concert to adore	I
With those who made our mortal labours light	X
To hear each voice we feared to hear no more	I
Behold each mighty shade revealed to sight	X
The Bactrian Samian sage and all who taught the right	X
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IX	Q
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There thou whose love and life together fled	Y
Have left me here to love and live in vain	V
Twined with my heart and can I deem thee dead	Y
When busy memory flashes on my brain	V
Well I will dream that we may meet again	V
And woo the vision to my vacant breast	W
If aught of young Remembrance then remain	V
Be as it may Futurity's behest	W
For me 'twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest	W
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X	Q
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Here let me sit upon this mossy stone	V
The marble column's yet unshaken base	Q
Here son of Saturn was thy favourite throne	V
Mightiest of many such Hence let me trace	Q
The latent grandeur of thy dwelling place	Q
It may not be nor even can Fancy's eye	L
Restore what time hath laboured to deface	Q
Yet these proud pillars claim no passing sigh	L
Unmoved the Moslem sits the light Greek carols by	L
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XI	Q
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But who of all the plunderers of yon fane	V
On high where Pallas lingered loth to flee	Q
The latest relic of her ancient reign	V
The last the worst dull spoiler who was he	Q
Blush Caledonia such thy son could be	Q
England I joy no child he was of thine	V
Thy free born men should spare what once was free	Q
Yet they could violate each saddening shrine	V
And bear these altars o'er the long reluctant brine	V
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XII	Q
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But most the modern Pict's ignoble boast	Z
To rive what Goth and Turk and Time hath spared	A2
Cold as the crags upon his native coast	Z
His mind as barren and his heart as hard	B2
Is he whose head conceived whose hand prepared	A2
Aught to displace Athena's poor remains	Q
Her sons too weak the sacred shrine to guard	B2
Yet felt some portion of their mother's pains	Q
And never knew till then the weight of Despot's chains	Q
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XIII	Q
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What shall it e'er be said by British tongue	C2
Albion was happy in Athena's tears	Q
Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung	C2
Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears	Q
The ocean queen the free Britannia bears	Q
The last poor plunder from a bleeding land	D2
Yes she whose generous aid her name endears	Q
Tore down those remnants with a harpy's hand	D2
Which envious eld forbore and tyrants left to stand	D2
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XIV	L
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Where was thine aegis Pallas that appalled	E2
Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way	F2
Where Peleus' son whom Hell in vain enthralled	E2
His shade from Hades upon that dread day	F2
Bursting to light in terrible array	F2
What could not Pluto spare the chief once more	I
To scare a second robber from his prey	F2
Idly he wandered on the Stygian shore	I
Nor now preserved the walls he loved to shield before	I
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XV	L
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Cold is the heart fair Greece that looks on thee	Q
Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved	G2
Dull is the eye that will not weep to see	Q
Thy walls defaced thy mouldering shrines removed	H2
By British hands which it had best behoved	H2
To guard those relics ne'er to be restored	H2
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved	H2
And once again thy hapless bosom gored	H2
And snatched thy shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred	H2
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XVI	L
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But where is Harold shall I then forget	H2
To urge the gloomy wanderer o'er the wave	L
Little recked he of all that men regret	H2
No loved one now in feigned lament could rave	L
No friend the parting hand extended gave	L
Ere the cold stranger passed to other climes	Q
Hard is his heart whom charms may not enslave	L
But Harold felt not as in other times	Q
And left without a sigh the land of war and crimes	Q
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XVII	L
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He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea	Q
Has viewed at times I ween a full fair sight	H2
When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be	Q
The white sails set the gallant frigate tight	H2
Masts spires and strand retiring to the right	H2
The glorious main expanding o'er the bow	I2
The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight	H2
The dullest sailer wearing bravely now	I2
So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow	I2
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XVIII	L
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And oh the little warlike world within	V
The well reeved guns the netted canopy	Q
The hoarse command the busy humming din	V
When at a word the tops are manned on high	L
Hark to the boatswain's call the cheering cry	L
While through the seaman's hand the tackle glides	Q
Or schoolboy midshipman that standing by	L
Strains his shrill pipe as good or ill betides	Q
And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides	Q
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XIX	Q
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White is the glassy deck without a stain	V
Where on the watch the staid lieutenant walks	Q
Look on that part which sacred doth remain	V
For the lone chieftain who majestic stalks	Q
Silent and feared by all not oft he talks	Q
With aught beneath him if he would preserve	L
That strict restraint which broken ever baulks	Q
Conquest and Fame but Britons rarely swerve	L
From law however stern which tends their strength to nerve	L
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XX	Q
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Blow swiftly blow thou keel compelling gale	J2
Till the broad sun withdraws his lessening ray	F2
Then must the pennant bearer slacken sail	J2
That lagging barks may make their lazy way	F2
Ah grievance sore and listless dull delay	F2
To waste on sluggish hulks the sweetest breeze	Q
What leagues are lost before the dawn of day	F2
Thus loitering pensive on the willing seas	Q
The flapping sails hauled down to halt for logs like these	Q
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XXI	Q
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The moon is up by Heaven a lovely eve	L
Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand	H2
Now lads on shore may sigh and maids believe	L
Such be our fate when we return to land	H2
Meantime some rude Arion's restless hand	H2
Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love	L
A circle there of merry listeners stand	H2
Or to some well known measure featly move	L
Thoughtless as if on shore they still were free to rove	L
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XXII	Q
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Through Calpe's straits survey the steepy shore	I
Europe and Afric on each other gaze	Q
Lands of the dark eyed maid and dusky Moor	I
Alike beheld beneath pale Hecate's blaze	Q
How softly on the Spanish shore she plays	Q
Disclosing rock and slope and forest brown	V
Distinct though darkening with her waning phase	Q
But Mauritania's giant shadows frown	V
From mountain cliff to coast descending sombre down	V
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XXIII	Q
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'Tis night when Meditation bids us feel	K2
We once have loved though love is at an end	H2
The heart lone mourner of its baffled zeal	K2
Though friendless now will dream it had a friend	H2
Who with the weight of years would wish to bend	H2
When Youth itself survives young Love and Joy	L2
Alas when mingling souls forget to blend	H2
Death hath but little left him to destroy	L2
Ah happy years once more who would not be a boy	L2
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XXIV	L
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Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side	H2
To gaze on Dian's wave reflected sphere	I
The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and Pride	H2
And flies unconscious o'er each backward year	I
None are so desolate but something dear	I
Dearer than self possesses or possessed	H2
A thought and claims the homage of a tear	I
A flashing pang of which the weary breast	H2
Would still albeit in vain the heavy heart divest	H2
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XXV	L
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To sit on rocks to muse o'er flood and fell	R
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene	V
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell	R
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been	V
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen	V
With the wild flock that never needs a fold	H2
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean	V
This is not solitude 'tis but to hold	H2
Converse with Nature's charms and view her stores unrolled	H2
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XXVI	L
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But midst the crowd the hum the shock of men	V
To hear to see to feel and to possess	Q
And roam along the world's tired denizen	V
With none who bless us none whom we can bless	Q
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress	Q
None that with kindred consciousness endued	H2
If we were not would seem to smile the less	Q
Of all that flattered followed sought and sued	H2
This is to be alone this this is solitude	H2
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XXVII	L
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More blest the life of godly eremite	H2
Such as on lonely Athos may be seen	V
Watching at eve upon the giant height	H2
Which looks o'er waves so blue skies so serene	V
That he who there at such an hour hath been	V
Will wistful linger on that hallowed spot	H2
Then slowly tear him from the witching scene	V
Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot	H2
Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot	H2
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XXVIII	L
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Pass we the long unvarying course the track	M2
Oft trod that never leaves a trace behind	H2
Pass we the calm the gale the change the tack	M2
And each well known caprice of wave and wind	H2
Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find	H2
Cooped in their winged sea girt citadel	R
The foul the fair the contrary the kind	H2
As breezes rise and fall and billows swell	R
Till on some jocund morn lo land and all is well	R
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XXIX	Q
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But not in silence pass Calypso's isles	Q
The sister tenants of the middle deep	N2
There for the weary still a haven smiles	Q
Though the fair goddess long has ceased to weep	N2
And o'er her cliffs a fruitless watch to keep	N2
For him who dared prefer a mortal bride	H2
Here too his boy essayed the dreadful leap	N2
Stern Mentor urged from high to yonder tide	H2
While thus of both bereft the nymph queen doubly sighed	H2
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XXX	Q
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Her reign is past her gentle glories gone	V
But trust not this too easy youth beware	I
A mortal sovereign holds her dangerous throne	V
And thou mayst find a new Calypso there	I
Sweet Florence could another ever share	I
This wayward loveless heart it would be thine	V
But checked by every tie I may not dare	I
To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine	V
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine	V
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XXXI	Q
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Thus Harold deemed as on that lady's eye	L
He looked and met its beam without a thought	H2
Save Admiration glancing harmless by	L
Love kept aloof albeit not far remote	H2
Who knew his votary often lost and caught	H2
But knew him as his worshipper no more	I
And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought	H2
Since now he vainly urged him to adore	I
Well deemed the little god his ancient sway was o'er	I
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XXXII	Q
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Fair Florence found in sooth with some amaze	Q
One who 'twas said still sighed to all he saw	Q
Withstand unmoved the lustre of her gaze	Q
Which others hailed with real or mimic awe	O2
Their hope their doom their punishment their law	Q
All that gay Beauty from her bondsmen claims	Q
And much she marvelled that a youth so raw	O2
Nor felt nor feigned at least the oft told flames	Q
Which though sometimes they frown yet rarely anger dames	Q
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XXXIII	Q
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Little knew she that seeming marble heart	H2
Now masked by silence or withheld by pride	H2
Was not unskilful in the spoiler's art	H2
And spread its snares licentious far and wide	H2
Nor from the base pursuit had turned aside	H2
As long as aught was worthy to pursue	Q
But Harold on such arts no more relied	H2
And had he doted on those eyes so blue	Q
Yet never would he join the lover's whining crew	Q
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XXXIV	L
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Not much he kens I ween of woman's breast	H2
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs	Q
What careth she for hearts when once possessed	H2
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes	Q
But not too humbly or she will despise	Q
Thee and thy suit though told in moving tropes	Q
Disguise e'en tenderness if thou art wise	Q
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes	Q
Pique her and soothe in turn soon Passion crowns thy hopes	Q
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XXXV	L
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'Tis an old lesson Time approves it true	Q
And those who know it best deplore it most	H2
When all is won that all desire to woo	Q
The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost	H2
Youth wasted minds degraded honour lost	H2
These are thy fruits successful Passion these	Q
If kindly cruel early hope is crossed	H2
Still to the last it rankles a disease	Q
Not to be cured when Love itself forgets to please	Q
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XXXVI	L
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Away nor let me loiter in my song	P2
For we have many a mountain path to tread	H2
And many a varied shore to sail along	P2
By pensive Sadness not by Fiction led	H2
Climes fair withal as ever mortal head	H2
Imagined in its little schemes of thought	H2
Or e'er in new Utopias were read	H2
To teach man what he might be or he ought	H2
If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught	H2
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XXXVII	L
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Dear Nature is the kindest mother still	Q2
Though always changing in her aspect mild	H2
From her bare bosom let me take my fill	Q2
Her never weaned though not her favoured child	H2
Oh she is fairest in her features wild	H2
Where nothing polished dares pollute her path	R2
To me by day or night she ever smiled	H2
Though I have marked her when none other hath	R2
And sought her more and more and loved her best in wrath	R2
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XXXVIII	L
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Land of Albania where Iskander rose	Q
Theme of the young and beacon of the wise	Q
And he his namesake whose oft baffled foes	Q
Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprise	Q
Land of Albania let me bend mine eyes	Q
On thee thou rugged nurse of savage men	V
The cross descends thy minarets arise	Q
And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen	V
Through many a cypress grove within each city's ken	V
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XXXIX	Q
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Childe Harold sailed and passed the barren spot	H2
Where sad Penelope o'erlooked the wave	L
And onward viewed the mount not yet forgot	H2
The lover's refuge and the Lesbian's grave	L
Dark Sappho could not verse immortal save	L
That breast imbued with such immortal fire	I
Could she not live who life eternal gave	L
If life eternal may await the lyre	I
That only Heaven to which Earth's children may aspire	I
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XL	Q2
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'Twas on a Grecian autumn's gentle eve	L
Childe Harold hailed Leucadia's cape afar	I
A spot he longed to see nor cared to leave	L
Oft did he mark the scenes of vanished war	I
Actium Lepanto fatal Trafalgar	I
Mark them unmoved for he would not delight	H2
Born beneath some remote inglorious star	I
In themes of bloody fray or gallant fight	H2
But loathed the bravo's trade and laughed at martial wight	H2
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XLI	Q2
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But when he saw the evening star above	L
Leucadia's far projecting rock of woe	F
And hailed the last resort of fruitless love	L
He felt or deemed he felt no common glow	F
And as the stately vessel glided slow	F
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount	H2
He watched the billows' melancholy flow	F
And sunk albeit in thought as he was wont	H2
More placid seemed his eye and smooth his pallid front	H2
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XLII	F
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Morn dawns and with it stern Albania's hills	Q
Dark Suli's rocks and Pindus' inland peak	S2
Robed half in mist bedewed with snowy rills	Q
Arrayed in many a dun and purple streak	S2
Arise and as the clouds along them break	T2
Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer	I
Here roams the wolf the eagle whets his beak	S2
Birds beasts of prey and wilder men appear	I
And gathering storms around convulse the closing year	I
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XLIII	F
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Now Harold felt himself at length alone	V
And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu	Q
Now he adventured on a shore unknown	V
Which all admire but many dread to view	Q
His breast was armed 'gainst fate his wants were few	Q
Peril he sought not but ne'er shrank to meet	H2
The scene was savage but the scene was new	Q
This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet	H2
Beat back keen winter's blast and welcomed summer's heat	H2
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XLIV	Q
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Here the red cross for still the cross is here	I
Though sadly scoffed at by the circumcised	H2
Forgets that pride to pampered priesthood dear	I
Churchman and votary alike despised	H2
Foul Superstition howsoe'er disguised	H2
Idol saint virgin prophet crescent cross	Q
For whatsoever symbol thou art prized	H2
Thou sacerdotal gain but general loss	Q
Who from true worship's gold can separate thy dross	Q
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XLV	Q
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Ambracia's gulf behold where once was lost	H2
A world for woman lovely harmless thing	U2
In yonder rippling bay their naval host	H2
Did many a Roman chief and Asian king	U2
To doubtful conflict certain slaughter bring	U2
Look where the second Caesar's trophies rose	Q
Now like the hands that reared them withering	U2
Imperial anarchs doubling human woes	Q
God was thy globe ordained for such to win and lose	Q
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XLVI	Q
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From the dark barriers of that rugged clime	V2
E'en to the centre of Illyria's vales	Q
Childe Harold passed o'er many a mount sublime	V2
Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales	Q
Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales	Q
Are rarely seen nor can fair Tempe boast	H2
A charm they know not loved Parnassus fails	Q
Though classic ground and consecrated most	H2
To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast	H2
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XLVII	Q
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He passed bleak Pindus Acherusia's lake	T2
And left the primal city of the land	H2
And onwards did his further journey take	T2
To greet Albania's chief whose dread command	H2
Is lawless law for with a bloody hand	H2
He sways a nation turbulent and bold	H2
Yet here and there some daring mountain band	H2
Disdain his power and from their rocky hold	H2
Hurl their defiance far nor yield unless to gold	H2
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XLVIII	Q
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Monastic Zitza from thy shady brow	I2
Thou small but favoured spot of holy ground	H2
Where'er we gaze around above below	F
What rainbow tints what magic charms are found	H2
Rock river forest mountain all abound	H2
And bluest skies that harmonise the whole	F
Beneath the distant torrent's rushing sound	H2
Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll	F
Between those hanging rocks that shock yet please the soul	F
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XLIX	Q
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Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill	F
Which were it not for many a mountain nigh	Q
Rising in lofty ranks and loftier still	F
Might well itself be deemed of dignity	H2
The convent's white walls glisten fair on high	Q
Here dwells the caloyer nor rude is he	H2
Nor niggard of his cheer the passer by	Q
Is welcome still nor heedless will he flee	H2
From hence if he delight kind Nature's sheen to see	H2
	-
L	F
	-
Here in the sultriest season let him rest	H2
Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees	Q
Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast	H2
From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze	Q
The plain is far beneath oh let him seize	Q
Pure pleasure while he can the scorching ray	F2
Here pierceth not impregnate with disease	Q
Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay	F2
And gaze untired the morn the noon the eve away	F2
	-
LI	H2
	-
Dusky and huge enlarging on the sight	H2
Nature's volcanic amphitheatre	I
Chimera's alps extend from left to right	H2
Beneath a living valley seems to stir	I
Flocks play trees wave streams flow the mountain fir	I
Nodding above behold black Acheron	Q
Once consecrated to the sepulchre	I
Pluto if this be hell I look upon	Q
Close shamed Elysium's gates my shade shall seek for none	Q
	-
LII	H2
	-
No city's towers pollute the lovely view	Q
Unseen is Yanina though not remote	H2
Veiled by the screen of hills here men are few	Q
Scanty the hamlet rare the lonely cot	H2
But peering down each precipice the goat	H2
Browseth and pensive o'er his scattered flock	W2
The little shepherd in his white capote	H2
Doth lean his boyish form along the rock	W2
Or in his cave awaits the tempest's short lived shock	W2
	-
LIII	H2
	-
Oh where Dodona is thine aged grove	Q
Prophetic fount and oracle divine	Q
What valley echoed the response of Jove	Q
What trace remaineth of the Thunderer's shrine	Q
All all forgotten and shall man repine	Q
That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke	X2
Cease fool the fate of gods may well be thine	Q
Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak	X2
When nations tongues and worlds must sink beneath the stroke	X2
	-
LIV	Q
	-
Epirus' bounds recede and mountains fail	H2
Tired of up gazing still the wearied eye	Q
Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale	H2
As ever Spring yclad in grassy dye	Q
E'en on a plain no humble beauties lie	Q
Where some bold river breaks the long expanse	Q
And woods along the banks are waving high	Q
Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance	Q
Or with the moonbeam sleep in Midnight's solemn trance	Q
	-
LV	Q
	-
The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit	H2
The Laos wide and fierce came roaring by	Q
The shades of wonted night were gathering yet	H2
When down the steep banks winding wearily	H2
Childe Harold saw like meteors in the sky	Q
The glittering minarets of Tepalen	Q
Whose walls o'erlook the stream and drawing nigh	Q
He heard the busy hum of warrior men	Q
Swelling the breeze that sighed along the lengthening glen	Q
	-
LVI	Q
	-
He passed the sacred harem's silent tower	I
And underneath the wide o'erarching gate	H2
Surveyed the dwelling of this chief of power	I
Where all around proclaimed his high estate	H2
Amidst no common pomp the despot sate	H2
While busy preparation shook the court	H2
Slaves eunuchs soldiers guests and santons wait	H2
Within a palace and without a fort	H2
Here men of every clime appear to make resort	H2
	-
LVII	Q
	-
Richly caparisoned a ready row	I
Of armed horse and many a warlike store	I
Circled the wide extending court below	I
Above strange groups adorned the corridor	I
And ofttimes through the area's echoing door	I
Some high capped Tartar spurred his steed away	F2
The Turk the Greek the Albanian and the Moor	I
Here mingled in their many hued array	F2
While the deep war drum's sound announced the close of day	F2
	-
LVIII	Q
	-
The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee	Q
With shawl girt head and ornamented gun	Q
And gold embroidered garments fair to see	Q
The crimson scarfed men of Macedon	Q
The Delhi with his cap of terror on	Q
And crooked glaive the lively supple Greek	S2
And swarthy Nubia's mutilated son	Q
The bearded Turk that rarely deigns to speak	S2
Master of all around too potent to be meek	S2
	-
LIX	Q
	-
Are mixed conspicuous some recline in groups	Q
Scanning the motley scene that varies round	H2
There some grave Moslem to devotion stoops	Q
And some that smoke and some that play are found	H2
Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground	H2
Half whispering there the Greek is heard to prate	H2
Hark from the mosque the nightly solemn sound	H2
The muezzin's call doth shake the minaret	H2
'There is no god but God to prayer lo God is great '	-
	-
LX	Q
	-
Just at this season Ramazani's fast	H2
Through the long day its penance did maintain	Q
But when the lingering twilight hour was past	H2
Revel and feast assumed the rule again	Q
Now all was bustle and the menial train	Q
Prepared and spread the plenteous board within	Q
The vacant gallery now seemed made in vain	Q
But from the chambers came the mingling din	Q
As page and slave anon were passing out and in	Q
	-
LXI	Q
	-
Here woman's voice is never heard apart	H2
And scarce permitted guarded veiled to move	Q
She yields to one her person and her heart	H2
Tamed to her cage nor feels a wish to rove	Q
For not unhappy in her master's love	Q
And joyful in a mother's gentlest cares	Q
Blest cares all other feelings far above	Q
Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears	Q
Who never quits the breast no meaner passion shares	Q
	-
LXII	Q
	-
In marble paved pavilion where a spring	U2
Of living water from the centre rose	Q
Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling	U2
And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose	Q
Ali reclined a man of war and woes	Q
Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace	Q
While Gentleness her milder radiance throws	Q
Along that aged venerable face	Q
The deeds that lurk beneath and stain him with disgrace	Q
	-
LXIII	Q
	-
It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard	H2
Ill suits the passions which belong to youth	Y2
Love conquers age so Hafiz hath averred	H2
So sings the Teian and he sings in sooth	Y2
But crimes that scorn the tender voice of ruth	Y2
Beseeming all men ill but most the man	Q
In years have marked him with a tiger's tooth	Y2
Blood follows blood and through their mortal span	Q
In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began	Q
	-
LXIV	Q
	-
Mid many things most new to ear and eye	Q
The pilgrim rested here his weary feet	H2
And gazed around on Moslem luxury	Q
Till quickly wearied with that spacious seat	H2
Of Wealth and Wantonness the choice retreat	H2
Of sated Grandeur from the city's noise	Q
And were it humbler it in sooth were sweet	H2
But Peace abhorreth artificial joys	Q
And Pleasure leagued with Pomp the zest of both destroys	Q
	-
LXV	Q
	-
Fierce are Albania's children yet they lack	M2
Not virtues were those virtues more mature	I
Where is the foe that ever saw their back	M2
Who can so well the toil of war endure	I
Their native fastnesses not more secure	I
Than they in doubtful time of troublous need	H2
Their wrath how deadly but their friendship sure	I
When Gratitude or Valour bids them bleed	H2
Unshaken rushing on where'er their chief may lead	H2
	-
LXVI	Q
	-
Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain's tower	I
Thronging to war in splendour and success	Q
And after viewed them when within their power	I
Himself awhile the victim of distress	Q
That saddening hour when bad men hotlier press	Q
But these did shelter him beneath their roof	Q
When less barbarians would have cheered him less	Q
And fellow countrymen have stood aloof	Q
In aught that tries the heart how few withstand the proof	Q
	-
LXVII	Q
	-
It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark	Z2
Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore	I
When all around was desolate and dark	Z2
To land was perilous to sojourn more	I
Yet for awhile the mariners forbore	I
Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk	A3
At length they ventured forth though doubting sore	I
	-
That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk	A3
Might once again renew their ancient butcher work	A3
	-
LXVIII	Q
	-
Vain fear the Suliotes stretched the welcome hand	H2
Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp	B3
Kinder than polished slaves though not so bland	H2
And piled the hearth and wrung their garments damp	C3
And filled the bowl and trimmed the cheerful lamp	C3
And spread their fare though homely all they had	H2
Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stamp	C3
To rest the weary and to soothe the sad	H2
Doth lesson happier men and shames at least the bad	H2
	-
LXIX	Q
	-
It came to pass that when he did address	Q
Himself to quit at length this mountain land	H2
Combined marauders half way barred egress	Q
And wasted far and near with glaive and brand	H2
And therefore did he take a trusty band	H2
To traverse Acarnania forest wide	H2
In war well seasoned and with labours tanned	H2
Till he did greet white Achelous' tide	H2
And from his farther bank AEtolia's wolds espied	H2
	-
LXX	Q
	-
Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove	Q
And weary waves retire to gleam at rest	H2
How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove	Q
Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast	H2
As winds come whispering lightly from the west	H2
Kissing not ruffling the blue deep's serene	Q
Here Harold was received a welcome guest	H2
Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene	Q
For many a joy could he from night's soft presence glean	Q
	-
LXXI	Q
	-
On the smooth shore the night fires brightly blazed	H2
The feast was done the red wine circling fast	H2
And he that unawares had there ygazed	H2
With gaping wonderment had stared aghast	H2
For ere night's midmost stillest hour was past	H2
The native revels of the troop began	Q
Each palikar his sabre from him cast	H2
And bounding hand in hand man linked to man	Q
Yelling their uncouth dirge long danced the kirtled clan	Q
	-
LXXII	Q
	-
Childe Harold at a little distance stood	H2
And viewed but not displeased the revelrie	I
Nor hated harmless mirth however rude	H2
In sooth it was no vulgar sight to see	Q
Their barbarous yet their not indecent glee	Q
And as the flames along their faces gleamed	H2
Their gestures nimble dark eyes flashing free	Q
The long wild locks that to their girdles streamed	H2
While thus in concert they this lay half sang half screamed	H2
	-
	-
Tambourgi Tambourgi thy larum afar	I
Gives hope to the valiant and promise of war	I
All the sons of the mountains arise at the note	H2
Chimariot Illyrian and dark Suliote	H2
	-
Oh who is more brave than a dark Suliote	H2
To his snowy camese and his shaggy capote	H2
To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock	W2
And descends to the plain like the stream from the rock	W2
	-
Shall the sons of Chimari who never forgive	Q
The fault of a friend bid an enemy live	Q
Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego	I
What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe	I
	-
Macedonia sends forth her invincible race	Q
For a time they abandon the cave and the chase	Q
But those scarves of blood red shall be redder before	I
The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er	I
	-
Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves	Q
And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves	Q
Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar	I
And track to his covert the captive on shore	I
	-
I ask not the pleasure that riches supply	Q
My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy	Q
Shall win the young bride with her long flowing hair	I
And many a maid from her mother shall tear	I
	-
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth	Y2
Her caresses shall lull me her music shall soothe	Y2
Let her bring from her chamber the many toned lyre	I
And sing us a song on the fall of her sire	I
	-
Remember the moment when Previsa fell	H2
The shrieks of the conquered the conqueror's yell	H2
The roofs that we fired and the plunder we shared	H2
The wealthy we slaughtered the lovely we spared	H2
	-
I talk not of mercy I talk not of fear	I
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier	I
Since the days of our prophet the crescent ne'er saw	Q
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pasha	O2
	-
Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped	H2
Let the yellow haired Giaours view his horsetail with dread	H2
When his Delhis come dashing in blood o'er the banks	Q
How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks	Q
	-
Selictar unsheath then our chief's scimitar	I
Tambourgi thy larum gives promise of war	I
Ye mountains that see us descend to the shore	I
Shall view us as victors or view us no more	I
	-
LXXIII	Q
	-
Fair Greece sad relic of departed worth	Y2
Immortal though no more though fallen great	H2
Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth	Y2
And long accustomed bondage uncreate	H2
Not such thy sons who whilome did await	H2
The hopeless warriors of a willing doom	V2
In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait	H2
Oh who that gallant spirit shall resume	V2
Leap from Eurotas' banks and call thee from the tomb	V2
	-
LXXIV	I
	-
Spirit of Freedom when on Phyle's brow	I
Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train	Q
Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now	I
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain	Q
Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain	Q
But every carle can lord it o'er thy land	H2
Nor rise thy sons but idly rail in vain	Q
Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand	H2
From birth till death enslaved in word in deed unmanned	H2
	-
LXXV	I
	-
In all save form alone how changed and who	Q
That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye	Q
Who would but deem their bosom burned anew	Q
With thy unquenched beam lost Liberty	H2
And many dream withal the hour is nigh	Q
That gives them back their fathers' heritage	D3
For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh	Q
Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage	E3
Or tear their name defiled from Slavery's mournful page	E3
	-
LXXVI	Q
	-
Hereditary bondsmen know ye not	H2
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow	I
By their right arms the conquest must be wrought	H2
Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye No	I
True they may lay your proud despoilers low	I
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame	V2
Shades of the Helots triumph o'er your foe	I
Greece change thy lords thy state is still the same	V2
Thy glorious day is o'er but not thy years of shame	V2
	-
LXXVII	I
	-
The city won for Allah from the Giaour	I
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest	H2
And the Serai's impenetrable tower	I
Receive the fiery Frank her former guest	H2
Or Wahab's rebel brood who dared divest	H2
The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil	H2
May wind their path of blood along the West	H2
But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil	H2
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil	H2
	-
LXXVIII	I
	-
Yet mark their mirth ere lenten days begin	Q
That penance which their holy rites prepare	I
To shrive from man his weight of mortal sin	Q
By daily abstinence and nightly prayer	I
But ere his sackcloth garb Repentance wear	I
Some days of joyaunce are decreed to all	H2
To take of pleasaunce each his secret share	I
In motley robe to dance at masking ball	H2
And join the mimic train of merry Carnival	H2
	-
LXXIX	Q
	-
And whose more rife with merriment than thine	Q
O Stamboul once the empress of their reign	Q
Though turbans now pollute Sophia's shrine	Q
And Greece her very altars eyes in vain	Q
Alas her woes will still pervade my strain	Q
Gay were her minstrels once for free her throng	P2
All felt the common joy they now must feign	Q
Nor oft I've seen such sight nor heard such song	P2
As wooed the eye and thrilled the Bosphorus along	P2
	-
LXXX	Q
	-
Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore	I
Oft Music changed but never ceased her tone	Q
And timely echoed back the measured oar	I
And rippling waters made a pleasant moan	Q
The Queen of tides on high consenting shone	Q
And when a transient breeze swept o'er the wave	I
'Twas as if darting from her heavenly throne	Q
A brighter glance her form reflected gave	I
Till sparkling billows seemed to light the banks they lave	I
	-
LXXXI	Q
	-
Glanced many a light caique along the foam	V2
Danced on the shore the daughters of the land	H2
No thought had man or maid of rest or home	V2
While many a languid eye and thrilling hand	H2
Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand	H2
Or gently pressed returned the pressure still	H2
Oh Love young Love bound in thy rosy band	H2
Let sage or cynic prattle as he will	H2
These hours and only these redeemed Life's years of ill	H2
	-
LXXXII	Q
	-
But midst the throng in merry masquerade	H2
Lurk there no hearts that throb with secret pain	Q
E'en through the closest searment half betrayed	H2
To such the gentle murmurs of the main	Q
Seem to re echo all they mourn in vain	Q
To such the gladness of the gamesome crowd	H2
Is source of wayward thought and stern disdain	Q
How do they loathe the laughter idly loud	H2
And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud	H2
	-
LXXXIII	Q
	-
This must he feel the true born son of Greece	Q
If Greece one true born patriot can boast	H2
Not such as prate of war but skulk in peace	Q
The bondsman's peace who sighs for all he lost	H2
Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost	H2
And wield the slavish sickle not the sword	H2
Ah Greece they love thee least who owe thee most	H2
Their birth their blood and that sublime record	H2
Of hero sires who shame thy now degenerate horde	H2
	-
LXXXIV	I
	-
When riseth Lacedaemon's hardihood	H2
When Thebes Epaminondas rears again	Q
When Athens' children are with hearts endued	H2
When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men	Q
Then mayst thou be restored but not till then	Q
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state	H2
An hour may lay it in the dust and when	Q
Can man its shattered splendour renovate	H2
Recall its virtues back and vanquish Time and Fate	H2
	-
LXXXV	I
	-
And yet how lovely in thine age of woe	I
Land of lost gods and godlike men art thou	I
Thy vales of evergreen thy hills of snow	I
Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now	I
Thy fanes thy temples to the surface bow	I
Commingling slowly with heroic earth	Y2
Broke by the share of every rustic plough	I
So perish monuments of mortal birth	Y2
So perish all in turn save well recorded worth	Y2
	-
LXXXVI	I
	-
Save where some solitary column mourns	Q
Above its prostrate brethren of the cave	I
Save where Tritonia's airy shrine adorns	Q
Colonna's cliff and gleams along the wave	I
Save o'er some warrior's half forgotten grave	I
Where the grey stones and unmolested grass	Q
Ages but not oblivion feebly brave	I
While strangers only not regardless pass	Q
Lingering like me perchance to gaze and sigh 'Alas '	-
	-
LXXXVII	I
	-
Yet are thy skies as blue thy crags as wild	H2
Sweet are thy groves and verdant are thy fields	Q
Thine olives ripe as when Minerva smiled	H2
And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields	Q
There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds	Q
The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain air	I
Apollo still thy long long summer gilds	Q
Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare	I
Art Glory Freedom fail but Nature still is fair	I
	-
LXXXVIII	I
	-
Where'er we tread 'tis haunted holy ground	H2
No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould	H2
But one vast realm of wonder spreads around	H2
And all the Muse's tales seem truly told	H2
Till the sense aches with gazing to behold	H2
The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon	Q
Each hill and dale each deepening glen and wold	H2
Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone	Q
Age shakes Athena's tower but spares gray Marathon	Q
	-
LXXXIX	Q
	-
The sun the soil but not the slave the same	V2
Unchanged in all except its foreign lord	H2
Preserves alike its bounds and boundless fame	V2
The battle field where Persia's victim horde	H2
First bowed beneath the brunt of Hellas' sword	H2
As on the morn to distant Glory dear	I
When Marathon became a magic word	H2
Which uttered to the hearer's eye appear	I
The camp the host the fight the conqueror's career	I
	-
XC	P2
	-
The flying Mede his shaftless broken bow	I
The fiery Greek his red pursuing spear	I
Mountains above Earth's Ocean's plain below	I
Death in the front Destruction in the rear	I
Such was the scene what now remaineth here	I
What sacred trophy marks the hallowed ground	H2
Recording Freedom's smile and Asia's tear	I
The rifled urn the violated mound	H2
The dust thy courser's hoof rude stranger spurns around	H2
	-
XCI	Q
	-
Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past	H2
Shall pilgrims pensive but unwearied throng	P2
Long shall the voyager with th' Ionian blast	H2
Hail the bright clime of battle and of song	P2
Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue	P2
Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore	I
Boast of the aged lesson of the young	P2
Which sages venerate and bards adore	I
As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore	I
	-
XCII	Q
	-
The parted bosom clings to wonted home	V2
If aught that's kindred cheer the welcome hearth	Y2
He that is lonely hither let him roam	V2
And gaze complacent on congenial earth	Y2
Greece is no lightsome land of social mirth	Y2
But he whom Sadness sootheth may abide	H2
And scarce regret the region of his birth	Y2
When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side	H2
Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died	H2
	-
XCIII	Q
	-
Let such approach this consecrated land	H2
And pass in peace along the magic waste	H2
But spare its relics let no busy hand	H2
Deface the scenes already how defaced	H2
Not for such purpose were these altars placed	H2
Revere the remnants nations once revered	H2
So may our country's name be undisgraced	H2
So mayst thou prosper where thy youth was reared	H2
By every honest joy of love and life endeared	H2
	-
XCIV	I
	-
For thee who thus in too protracted song	P2
Hath soothed thine idlesse with inglorious lays	Q
Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng	P2
Of louder minstrels in these later days	Q
To such resign the strife for fading bays	Q
Ill may such contest now the spirit move	I
Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise	Q
Since cold each kinder heart that might approve	I
And none are left to please where none are left to love	I
	-
XCV	I
	-
Thou too art gone thou loved and lovely one	Q
Whom youth and youth's affections bound to me	H2
Who did for me what none beside have done	Q
Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee	H2
What is my being thou hast ceased to be	H2
Nor stayed to welcome here thy wanderer home	V2
Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see	H2
Would they had never been or were to come	V2
Would he had ne'er returned to find fresh cause to roam	V2
	-
XCVI	I
	-
Oh ever loving lovely and beloved	H2
How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past	H2
And clings to thoughts now better far removed	H2
But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last	H2
All thou couldst have of mine stern Death thou hast	H2
The parent friend and now the more than friend	H2
Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast	H2
And grief with grief continuing still to blend	H2
Hath snatched the little joy that life had yet to lend	H2
	-
XCVII	I
	-
Then must I plunge again into the crowd	H2
And follow all that Peace disdains to seek	P2
Where Revel calls and Laughter vainly loud	H2
False to the heart distorts the hollow cheek	P2
To leave the flagging spirit doubly weak	P2
Still o'er the features which perforce they cheer	I
To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique	P2
Smiles form the channel of a future tear	I
Or raise the writhing lip with ill dissembled sneer	I
	-
XCVIII	I
	-
What is the worst of woes that wait on age	E3
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow	I
To view each loved one blotted from life's page	E3
And be alone on earth as I am now	I
Before the Chastener humbly let me bow	I
O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroyed	H2
Roll on vain days full reckless may ye flow	I
Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoyed	H2
And with the ills of eld mine earlier years alloyed	H2

George Gordon Byron

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