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THE SIEGE OF CORINTH	A
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JOHN HOBHOUSE ESQ	B
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THIS POEM IS INSCRIBED BY HIS FRIEND	C
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January	D
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ADVERTISEMENT	E
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The grand army of the Turks in under the Prime Vizier to open to themselves a way into the heart of the Morea and to form the siege of Napoli di Romania the most considerable place in all that country thought it best in the first place to attack Corinth upon which they made several storms The garrison being weakened and the governor seeing it was impossible to hold out against so mighty a force thought it fit to beat a parley but while they were treating about the articles one of the magazines in the Turkish army wherein they had six hundred barrels of powder blew up by accident whereby six or seven hundred men were killed which so enraged the infidels that they would not grant any capitulation but stormed the place with so much fury that they took it and put most of the garrison with Signior Minotti the governor to the sword The rest with Antonio Bembo proveditor extraordinary were made prisoners of war History of the Turks vol iii p	D
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THE SIEGE OF CORINTH	A
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Many a vanish'd year and age	F
And tempest's breath and battle's rage	F
Have swept o'er Corinth yet she stands	G
A fortress form'd to Freedom's hands	G
The whirlwind's wrath the earthquake's shock	B
Have left untouch'd her hoary rock	B
The keystone of a land which still	H
Though fall'n looks proudly on that hill	H
The landmark to the double tide	I
That purpling rolls on either side	I
As if their waters chafed to meet	J
Yet pause and crouch beneath her feet	J
But could the blood before her shed	K
Since first Timoleon's brother bled	K
Or baffled Persia's despot fled	K
Arise from out the earth which drank	B
The stream of slaughter as it sank	B
That sanguine ocean would o'erflow	H
Her isthmus idly spread below	H
Or could the bones of all the slain	L
Who perish'd there be piled again	M
That rival pyramid would rise	N
More mountain like through those clear skies	N
Than yon tower capp'd Acropolis	O
Which seems the very clouds to kiss	P
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On dun Cith ron's ridge appears	Q
The gleam of twice ten thousand spears	Q
And downward to the Isthmian plain	L
From shore to shore of either main	L
The tent is pitch'd the crescent shines	R
Along the Moslem's leaguering lines	R
And the dusk Spahi's bands advance	S
Beneath each bearded pacha's glance	S
And far and wide as eye can reach	T
The turban'd cohorts throng the beach	T
And there the Arab's camel kneels	S
And there his steed the Tartar wheels	S
The Turcoman hath left his herd	U
The sabre round his loins to gird	U
And there the volleying thunders pour	V
Till waves grow smoother to the roar	V
The trench is dug the cannon's breath	W
Wings the far hissing globe of death	W
Fast whirl the fragments from the wall	H
Which crumbles with the ponderous ball	H
And from that wall the foe replies	S
O'er dusty plain and smoky skies	S
With fires that answer fast and well	H
The summons of the Infidel	H
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But near and nearest to the wall	H
Of those who wish and work its fall	H
With deeper skill in war's black art	X
Than Othman's sons and high of heart	X
As any chief that ever stood	Y
Triumphant in the fields of blood	Z
From post to post and deed to deed	A2
Fast spurring on his reeking steed	A2
Where sallying ranks the trench assail	H
And make the foremost Moslem quail	H
Or where the battery guarded well	H
Remains as yet impregnable	H
Alighting cheerly to inspire	B2
The soldier slackening in his fire	C2
The first and freshest of the host	D2
Which Stamboul's Sultan there can boast	D2
To guide the follower o'er the field	E2
To point the tube the lance to wield	E2
Or whirl around the bickering blade	F2
Was Alp the Adrian renegade	F2
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IV	G2
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From Venice once a race of worth	H2
His gentle sires he drew his birth	H2
But late an exile from her shore	V
Against his countrymen he bore	V
The arms they taught to bear and now	I2
The turban girt his shaven brow	I2
Through many a change had Corinth pass'd	J2
With Greece to Venice' rule at last	J2
And here before her walls with those	S
To Greece and Venice equal foes	S
He stood a foe with all the zeal	H
Which young and fiery converts feel	H
Within whose heated bosom throngs	S
The memory of a thousand wrongs	S
To him had Venice ceased to be	D
Her ancient civic boast the Free	D
And in the palace of St Mark	B
Unnamed accusers in the dark	B
Within the Lion's mouth had placed	K2
A charge against him uneffaced	K2
He fled in time and saved his life	G2
To waste his future years in strife	G2
That taught his land how great her loss	S
In him who triumph'd o'er the Cross	S
'Gainst which he rear'd the Crescent high	G2
And battled to avenge or die	G2
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V	D
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Coumourgi he whose closing scene	L2
Adorn'd the triumph of Eugene	L2
When on Carlowitz' bloody plain	L
The last and mightiest of the slain	L
He sank regretting not to die	G2
But cursed the Christian's victory	D
Coumourgi can his glory cease	S
That latest conqueror of Greece	S
Till Christian hands to Greece restore	V
The freedom Venice gave of yore	V
A hundred years have roll'd away	M2
Since he refix'd the Moslem's sway	M2
And now he led the Mussulman	L
And gave the guidance of the van	L
To Alp who well repaid the trust	K2
By cities levell'd with the dust	K2
And proved by many a deed of death	W
How firm his heart in novel faith	N2
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VI	G2
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The walls grew weak and fast and hot	K2
Against them pour'd the ceaseless shot	K2
With unabating fury sent	K2
From battery to battlement	K2
And thunder like the pealing din	L
Rose from each heated culverin	L
And here and there some crackling dome	O2
Was fired before the exploding bomb	P2
And as the fabric sank beneath	Q2
The shattering shell's volcanic breath	W
In red and wreathing columns flash'd	K2
The flame as loud the ruin crash'd	K2
Or into countless meteors driven	L
Its earth stars melted into heaven	L
Whose clouds that day grew doubly d un	L
Impervious to the hidden sun	L
With volumed smoke that slowly grew	-
To one wide sky of sulphurous hue	-
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VII	G2
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But not for vengeance long delay'd	K2
Alone did Alp the renegade	K2
The Moslem warriors sternly teach	T
His skill to pierce the promised breach	T
Within those walls a maid was pent	K2
His hope would win without consent	K2
Of that inexorable sire	C2
Whose heart refused him in its ire	B2
When Alp beneath his Christian name	R2
Her virgin hand aspired to claim	R2
In happier mood and earlier time	S2
While unimpeach'd for traitorous crime	S2
Gayest in gondola or hall	H
He glitter'd through the Carnival	H
And tuned the softest serenade	K2
That e'er on Adria's waters play'd	K2
At midnight to Italian maid	K2
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VIII	G2
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And many deem'd her heart was won	L
For sought by numbers given to none	L
Had young Francesca's hand remain'd	K2
Still by the church's bond unchain'd	K2
And when the Adriatic bore	V
Lanciotto to the Paynim shore	V
Her wonted smiles were seen to fail	H
And pensive wax'd the maid and pale	H
More constant at confessional	H
More rare at masque and festival	H
Or seen at such with downcast eyes	S
Which conquer'd hearts they ceased to prize	S
With listless look she seems to gaze	S
With humbler care her form arrays	S
Her voice less lively in the song	B
Her step though light less fleet among	B
The pairs on whom the Morning's glance	S
Breaks yet unsated with the dance	S
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IX	S
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Sent by the state to guard the land	K2
Which wrested from the Moslem's hand	K2
While Sobieski tamed his pride	K2
By Buda's wall and Danube's side	K2
The chiefs of Venice wrung away	M2
From Patra to Eub a's bay	M2
Minotti held in Corinth's towers	S
The Doge's delegated powers	S
While yet the pitying eye of Peace	S
Smiled o'er her long forgotten Greece	S
And ere that faithless truce was broke	B
Which freed her from the unchristian yoke	B
With him his gentle daughter came	R2
Nor there since Menelaus' dame	R2
Forsook her lord and land to prove	G2
What woes aw	T2