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A Fragment of a Turkish Tale	A
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The tale which these disjointed fragments present is founded upon circumstances now less common in the East than formerly either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the 'olden time' or because the Christians have better fortune or less enterprise The story when entire contained the adventures of a female slave who was thrown in the Mussulman manner into the sea for infidelity and avenged by a young Venetian her lover at the time the Seven Islands were possessed by the Republic of Venice and soon after the Arnauts were beaten back from the Morea which they had ravaged for some time subsequent to the Russian invasion The desertion of the Mainotes on being refused the plunder of Misitra led to the abandonment of that enterprise and to the desolation of the Morea during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the faithful	B
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No breath of air to break the wave	C
That rolls below the Athenian's grave	C
That tomb which gleaming o'er the cliff	D
First greets the homeward veering skiff	D
High o'er the land he saved in vain	E
When shall such Hero live again	F
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Fair clime where every season smiles	G
Benignant o'er those bless d isles	G
Which seen from far Colonna's height	H
Make glad the heart that hails the sight	H
And lend to lonliness delight	H
There mildly dimpling Ocean's cheek	I
Reflects the tints of many a peak	I
Caught by the laughing tides that lave	C
These Edens of the Eastern wave	C
And if at times a transient breeze	J
Break the blue crystal of the seas	J
Or sweep one blossom from the trees	J
How welcome is each gentle air	K
That waves and wafts the odours there	K
For there the Rose o'er crag or vale	A
Sultana of the Nightingale	A
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The maid for whom his melody	L
His thousand songs are heard on high	M
Blooms blushing to her lover's tale	A
His queen the garden queen his Rose	N
Unbent by winds unchilled by snows	N
Far from winters of the west	O
By every breeze and season blest	O
Returns the sweets by Nature given	P
In soft incense back to Heaven	P
And gratefu yields that smiling sky	M
Her fairest hue and fragrant sigh	M
And many a summer flower is there	K
And many a shade that Love might share	K
And many a grotto meant by rest	O
That holds the pirate for a guest	O
Whose bark in sheltering cove below	Q
Lurks for the pasiing peaceful prow	R
Till the gay mariner's guitar	S
Is heard and seen the Evening Star	S
Then stealing with the muffled oar	T
Far shaded by the rocky shore	T
Rush the night prowlers on the prey	U
And turns to groan his roudelay	Q
Strande that where Nature loved to trace	V
As if for Gods a dwelling place	V
And every charm and grace hath mixed	W
Within the Paradise she fixed	W
There man enarmoured of distress	X
Shoul mar it into wilderness	Y
And trample brute like o'er each flower	Z
That tasks not one labourious hour	Z
Nor claims the culture of his hand	A2
To blood along the fairy land	A2
But springs as to preclude his care	K
And sweetly woos him but to spare	K
Strange that where all is Peace beside	B2
There Passion riots in her pride	B2
And Lust and Rapine wildly reign	E
To darken o'er the fair domain	E
It is as though the Fiends prevailed	C2
Against the Seraphs they assailed	C2
And fixed on heavenly thrones should dwell	Q
The freed inheritors of Hell	Q
So soft the scene so formed for joy	D2
So curst the tyrants that destroy	D2
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He who hath bent him o'er the dead	E2
Ere the first day of Death is fled	E2
The first dark day of Nothingness	Y
The last of Danger and Distress	X
Before Decay's effacing fingers	F2
Have swept the lines where Beauty lingers	F2
And marked the mild angelic air	K
The rapture of Repose that's there	K
The fixed yet tender thraits that streak	I
The languor of the placid cheek	I
And but for that sad shrouded eye	M
That fires not wins not weeps not now	R
And but for that chill changeless brow	R
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Where cold Obstruction's apathy	L
Appals the gazing mourner's heart	G2
As if to him it could impart	G2
The doom he dreads yet dwells upon	H2
Yes but for these and these alone	I2
Some moments aye one treacherous hour	Z
He still might doubt the Tyrant's power	Z
So fair so calm so softly sealed	J2
The first last look by Death revealed	J2
Such is the aspect of his shore	T
'T is Greece but living Greece no more	T
So coldly sweet so deadly fair	K
We start for Soul is wanting there	K
Hers is the loveliness in death	K2
That parts not quite with parting breath	K2
But beauty with that fearful bloom	L2
That hue which haunts it to the tomb	L2
Expression's last receding ray	U
A gilded Halo hovering round decay	U
The farewell beam of Feeling past away	U
Spark of that flame perchance of heavenly birth	M2
Which gleams but warms no more its cherished earth	M2
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Clime of the unforgotten brave	C
Whose land from plain to mountain cave	C
Was Freedom s home or Glory's grave	C
Shrine of the mighty can it be	L
That this is all remains of thee	L
Approach thou craven crouching slave	C
Say is this not Thermopyl	Q
These waters blue that round you lave	C
Of servile offspring of the free	L
Pronounce what sea what shore is this	N2
The gulf the rock of Salamis	J
These scenes their story yet unknown	I2
Arise and make again your own	I2
Snatch from the ashes of your Sires	O2
The embers of their former fires	F2
And he who in the strife expires	F2
Will add to theirs a name of fear	P2
That Tyranny shall quake to hear	Q2
And leave his sons a hope a fame	R2
They too will rather die than shame	R2
For Freedom's battle once begun	P
Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son	P
Though baffled oft is ever won	P
Bear witness Greece thy living page	S2
Attest it many a deathless age	S2
While Kings in dusty darkness hid	T2
Have left a namesless pyramid	T2
Thy Heroes though the general doom	L2
Hath swept the column from their tomb	L2
A mightier monument command	A2
The mountains of thy native land	A2
There points thy Muse to stranger's eye	M
The graves of those that cannot die	M
'T were long to tell and sad to trace	V
Each step from Spledour to Disgrace	V
Enough no foreign foe could quell	Q
Thy soul till from itself it fell	Q
Yet Self abasement paved the way	U
To villain bonds and despot sway	U
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What can he tell who tread thy shore	T
No legend of thine olden time	U2
No theme on which the Muse might soar	T
High as thine own days of yore	T
When man was worthy of thy clime	U2
The hearts within thy valleys bred	E2
The fiery souls that might have led	E2
Thy sons to deeds sublime	U2
Now crawl from cradle to the Grave	C
Slaves nay the bondsmen of a Slave	C
And callous save to crime	U2
Stained with each evil that pollutes	V2
Mankind where least above the brutes	V2
Without even savage virtue blest	O
Without one free or valiant breast	O
Still to the neighbouring ports tey waft	W2
Proverbial wiles and ancient craft	X2
In this subtle Greek is found	Y2
For this and this alown renowned	Y2
In vain might Liberty invoke	Z2
The spirit to its bondage broke	Z2
Or raise the neck that courts the yoke	Z2
No more her sorrows I bewail	Q
Yet this will be a mournful tale	Q
And they who listen may believe	A3
Who heard it first had cause to grieve	A3
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Far dark along the blue sea glancing	B3
The shadows of the rocks advancing	B3
Start on the fisher's eye like boat	C3
Of island pirate or Mainote	C3
And fearful for his light ca que	D3
He shuns the near but doubtful creek	I
Though worn and weary with his toil	Q
And cumbered with his scaly spoil	Q
Slowly yet strongly plies the oar	T
Till Port Leone's safer shore	T
Receives him by the lovely light	C3
That best becomes an Eastern night	C3
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Who thundering comes on blackest steed	C3
With slackened bit and hoof of speed	C3
Beneath the clattering iron's sound	C3
The caverned echoes wake around	C3
In lash for lash and bound for bound	C3
The foam that streaks the courser's side	C3
Seems gathered from the ocean tide	C3
Though weary waves are sunk to rest	C3
There's none within his rider's breast	C3
And though tomorrow's tempest lower	Z
'Tis calmer than thy heart young Giaour	Z
I know thee not I loathe thy race	V2
But in thy lineaments I trace	V2
What time shall strengthen not efface	V2
Though	Q