Strange tidings !-many a peril have I past, “Remember we- Oh! pass not thou n Nor know I why this next appears the last!

grave Yet so my heart forebodes, but must not Without one thought whose relics the fear,

recline: Nor shall my followers find me falter here. The only pang my bosom dare not brave 'T'is rash to meet, but surer death to wait Must be to find forgetfulness in thine. Till here they hunt us to undoubted fate; And, if my plan but hold, and Fortune smile, We'll furnish mourners for our funeral-pile.

“My fondest — faintest – latest – accen

hear: Ay-let them slumber-peaceful be their Grief for the dead not Virtue can reprore

dreams! Morn ne'er awoke them with such brilliant The first -last-sole reward of so muc

Then give me all I ever asked – a tear, beams

love!" As kindle high to-night (but blow, thou

breeze!) To warm these slow avengers of the seas. He pass'd the portal – crossd the corrido Now to Medora-Oh! my sinking heart,

And reach'd the chamber as the strain ga Long may her own be lighter than thou art!

o'er: Yet was I brave-mean boast where all are


“My own Medora! sure thy song is sadEven insects sting for aught they seek to

“In Conrad's absence wouldst thou ha This common courage which with brutes

it glad? we share,

Without thine ear to listen to my lay, That owes its deadliest efforts to despair, Still must my song my thoughts, my 80 Small merit claims- but 'twas my nobler

betray: hope

Still must each accent to my bosom suit To teach my few with numbers still to cope; My heart unhush'd, although my lips we Long have I led them-not to vainly bleed:

mute ! No medium now, we perish or succeed! Oh! many a night on this lone couch i So let it be--it irks not me to die;

clined, But thus to urge them whence they cannot My dreaming fear with storms hath wing fly.

the wind, My lot hath long had little of my care, And deem'd the breath that faintly fanı Butchafes my pride thus baffled in the snare: Is this my skill? my craft? to set at last The murmuring prelude of the ruder gal Hope, power, and life upon a single cast? Though soft, it seemd the low prophe Oh, Fate! – accuse thy folly, not thy fate

dirge, She may redeem thee still – nor yet too late.” That mourn’d thee floating on the sava

surge : Thus with himself communion held he, Still would I rise to rouse the beacon-fi


Lest spies less true should let the bla Jle reach'd the summit of his tower-crown'd And many a restless hour outwatch'd ea

expire; hill:

star, There at the portal paused – for wild and And morning came—and still thou w

soft He heard those accents never heard too oft; oh! how the chill blast on my bosom ble

afar. Throngh the high lattice far yet sweet they And day broke dreary on my troubled vie And these the notes his bird of beauty sung: Was granted to my tears - my truth"

And still I gazed and gazed and not a pr “Deep in my soul that tender secret

At length --'twas noon-I baild and ble

the mast dwells, Lonely and lost to light for evermore,

That met my sight - it near'd-Alas! it pa Save when to thine my heart responsive Would that those days

Another came --Oh God! 'twas thine at la

swells, Then trembles into silence as before.

My Conrad ! learn the joys of peace There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Sure thou hast more than wealth, and inan Burns the slow fame, eternal--but unseen, Which not the darkness of despair can As bright as this invites is not to roan


Thou knowst it is not peril that I fear. Though vain its ray as it had never been. I only tremble when thou art not here:

thy sail

vow !

were over! wi thou ue'er,


a home

at Thea not for mine, but that far dearer life, We'll turn the tale, by Ariosto told, Which flies from love and langaishes for of fair Olympia loved and left of old. strife

Why--thou wert worse than he who broke How strange that heart, to me so tender still,

his vow Shoald war with nature and its better will!” | Tu that lost damsel, shouldst thou leave

me now;

Or even that traitor-chief-I've seen theo "Iea strange indeed--that heart hath

smile, long been changed; When the clear sky show'd Ariadne's Isle, Herm-like 'twas trampled adder - like -1

Which I have pointed from these cliffs the avenged,

while: =

kitbout one hope on earth beyond thy love, And thus, half sportive, half in fear, I said,
And scarce a glimpse of mercy from above. Lest Time should raise that doubt to more
In the same feeling which thou dost

than dread,
Hy very love to thee is hate to them,

Thus Conrad, too, will quit me for the main:

And he deceived me- -for-he came again!" So closely mingling here, that disentwined,

I cease to love thee when I love mankind. | la dread not this——the proof of all the past “Again-again--and oft again -my love! **! Aszres the future that my love will last; If there be life below and hope above,

Bat-Oh, Medora! nerve ihy gentler heart, He will return-but now, the moments bring
This bour again—but not for long-we The time of parting with redoubled wing:
The why—the where—what boots it now

to tell?

Since all must end in that wild word "This bour we part !—my heart foreboded

farewell! this:

Yet would I fain-did time allow-disbas ever fade my fairy-dreams of bliss.

close sbour-it cannot be—this hour away! Fear not-these are no formidable foes; la bark hath hardly anchored in the bay: And here shall watch a more than wonted de consort still is absent, and her crew

guard, be seed of rest before they toil anew; For sudden siege and long defence prepared : h love! thou mock’st my weakness; and Nor be thou lonely—though thy lord's away,

would'st steel
breast before the time when it must feel;

Our matrons and thy handmaids with thee

stay ; the tribe now no more with my distress,

And this thy comfort—that, when next wo Samirth hath less of play than bitterness.

meet, le Eleat, Conrad ! — dearest! come and Security shall make repose more sweet:

share The frast these hands delighted to prepare; One kiss--one more - another-Oh! Adieu!”

List!- 'tis the bugle-Juan shrilly blewLaktail! to cull and dress thy frugal fare! be bave pluck'd the fruit that promised best,

She rose—she sprung—she clung to his led where not sure, perplex'd, but pleased, til his heart heaved beneath her hidden

embrace, I guess'd Al sera as seem'd the fairest: thrice the hill

face. har steps have wound to try the coolest rill; He dared not raise to his that deep-blue eye bots Sherbet to-night will sweetly flow, Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his

Which downcast droop'd in tearless agony.
Sa baw it sparkles in its vase of snow !
Te rrapes" gay juice thy bosom never In all the wildness of dishevell’d charins ;

more than Moslem when the

Scarce beat that bosom where his image cup

dwelt appears : tal not I mean to chide- for 1 rejoice So full-that feeling seem'd alınost unfelt!

others deem a penance is thy choice. Hark--peals the thunder of the signal-gun! Hent rutie, the board is spread; our silver- It told 'twas sunset-and he cursed that sun. lamp

Again--again-that form he madly press'd; mmd, and heeds not the Sirocco's Which mutely clasp’d, imploringly caress’d! damp:

And tottering to the couch his bride he bore, Mimohall my handmaids while the time One moment gazed -as if to gaze no niore; along,

Felt-that for him earth held but her alone, dat join me in the dance, or wake the song;

Kiss'd her cold forehead - turn'd-is Conhet my guitar, which stil thou Jovest to

rad gone? hear, Sail soothe or lull-or, should it vex thine "And is he gone?"-on sudden solitude ear,

How oft that fearful question will intrude?



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“ 'T'was but an instant past - and here he He marvell’d how his heart could seem a stood!

soft. And now”– without the portal's porch she Fire in his glance, and wildness in b rushid,

breast, And then at length her tears in freedom He feels of all his former self possest;


lle bounds,- he flies - until his footste Big-bright--and fast, unknown to her

rcach they fell; The verge where ends the cliff, begins u But still her lips refused to send — "Fare

beach, well!"

There checks his speed; but pauses less For in that word—that fatal word, howe'er

breathe We promise-hope-believe-there breathes The breezy freshness of the deep beneath


Than there his wonted statelier step reneO’er every feature of that still, pale face, Nor rush disturbed by haste, to vulgar vie Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase: For well had Conrad learn’d to curb t The tender blue of that large loving eye

crowd, Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy,

By arts that veil, and oft preserve the prou. Till-Oh, how far!—it caught a glimpse His was the lofty port, the distant mier

of him,

That seems to shun the sight- and awes And then it flow'd --and phrenzied seem'd

to swim

The solemn aspect, and the high-born er Through those long, dark, and glistening That checks low mirth, but lacks not com lashes dewed

esy ; With drops of sadness oft to be renewid. All these he wielded to command asset “He's gone!”-against her heart that hand | But where he wish'd to win, so well unbes

is driven,

That kindness cancell'd fear in those w Convulsed and quick-then gently raised

heard, to heaven; And other's gifts show'd mean beside 1 She look'd and saw the heaving of the main;

word, The white sail set—she dared not look again; When echoed to the heart as from his ol, But turn’d with sickening soul within the His deep yet tender melody of tone:


But such was foreign to his wonted mo It is no dream-and I am desolate!” He cared not what he soften'd, but subdat

The evil passions of his youth had made

Him value less who loved - than wh From crag to crag descending-swiftly

obey'd. sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turn'd his


Around him mustering ranged his rea But shrunk whene'er the windings of his

gnard. way

Before him Juan stands--"Are all prepared Forced on his eye what he would not survey, "They are-nay more - embark'd: the late His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep,

boat That hail'd him first when homeward from Waits but my

chief---" the deep :

“My sword, and my capote And she-the dim and melancholy star, Soon firmly girded on, and lightly slung Whose ray of beauty reach'd him from afar, His belt and cloak were n'er his shoulde On her he must not gaze, he must not think,

flung; There he might rest-but on Destruction's "Call Pedro here!” He comes – and Conri brink:

bends, Yet once almost he stopp’d-and nearly gave With all the courtesy he deignd his friend His fate to chance, his projects to the wave; “Receive these tablets, and perase with car Bat no--it must not be- a worthy chief Words of high trust and truth are gran May melt, but not betray to woman's grief.

there; He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, Double the guard, and when Anselmo's bar And sternly gathers all his might of inind: Arrives, let him alike these orders mark: Again he hurries on-and as he hears In three days (serve the breeze) the so, The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, On our return - till then all peace be thine! The shout, the signal, and the dashing sar; This said, his brother Pirate's hand by As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast,

wrung, The anchor's rise, the sails unfurling fast, Then to his boat with haughty gestur The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute adieu to those who stem the surge; Flash'd the dipt oars, and sparkling wit And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft,

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Areund the waves' phosphoric brightness This hath he sworn by Alla and his sword, broke;

And faithful to his firman and his word, Ther gain the vessel - on the deck he stands; His summon'd prows collect along the coast, Shrieks the shrill whistle-ply the busy And great the gathering crews, and loud hands

the boast; He marks how well the ship her helm obeys, Already shared the captives and the prize, How gallant all her crew-and deigns to Though far the distant foe they thus despise; praise.

"Tis but to sail-no doubt to-morrow's Sun His eyes of pride to young Gonsalvo turn Will see the Pirates bound-their haven Why doth he start, and inly seem to mourn?

won ! Alas! those eyes beheld his rocky tower, Mean time the watch may slumber, if they And live a moment o’er the parting-hour;

will, She - bis Medora-did she mark the prow? Nor only wake to war, but dreaming kill: Ah! never loved he half so much as now! Though all, who can, disperse on shore Bat mah must yet be done ere dawn of

and seek day

To flesh their glowing valour on the Greek; Again he mans hiinself and turns away; How well such deed becomes the turban'd bors to the cabin with Gonsalvo bends,

braveAnd there unfolds his plan-his means - To bare the sabre's edge before a slave! and ends;

Infest his dwelling - but forbear to slay, Before them barns the lamp, and spreads Their arms are strong, yet merciful to-day,

the chart, And do not deign to smite because they And all that speaks and aids the naval art; They to the midnight watch protract debate; Unless some gay caprice suggests the blow, la ansions eyes what hour is ever late? To keep in practice for the coming foe. ka time, the steady breeze serenely blew, Revel and rout the evening-hours beguile,

e fast and falcon-like the vessel flew; And they who wish to wear a head must Paid the high headlands of each clustering

smile, isle,

For Moslem mouths produce their choicest Ti rain their port - long-long ere morning

cheer, smile:

And hoard their curses, till the coast is clear. kad men the night-glass throngh the nar

row bay beschters where the Pacha's galleys lay.

High in his hall reclines thé turban'd Coqat they each sail – and mark how there

Seyd; supine

Around the bearded chiefs he came to lead. The lights in vain o'er heedless Moslem Reinoved the banquet, and the last pilaff -shine.

Forbidden draughts, 'tis said, he dared to Secare, un noted, Conrad's prow pass'd by,

quaff, but arhor'd where his ambush meant to lie; Though to the rest the sober berry's juice, Sesmaid from espial by the jutting cape,

The slaves bear round for rigid Moslem's use; na rears on high its rude fantastic shape. The long Chibouque's dissolving cloud Tana rose his band to duty - not from

supply, sleep

While dance the Almas to wild minstrelsy. bewire'd for deeds alike on land or deep; The rising morn will view the chief embark, ible leand their leader o'er the fretting But waves are somewhat treacherous in the flood,

dat calmly talkd - and yet he talk'd of And revellers may more securely sleep

On silken couch than o'er the rugged deep;
Feast there who can—nor combat till they

And less to conquest than to Korans trust;

And yet the numbers crowded in his host CANTO II. . Might warrant more than even the Pacha's


"Conosceste i dubiosi desiri?"

With cautious reverence from the outer

gate. Coron's bay floats many a galley light, Slow stalks the slave, whose office there Taragh Coron's lattices the lamps are

to wait, Per Serd, the Pacha, makes a feast tobright, Bows his bent head-his hand salutes the

floor, Airst for promised triumph yet to come, night:

Ere yet his tongue the trusted tidings bore:

"A captive Dervise, from the pirate's nest ; Escaped, is here-himself would tell the rest.”


He took the sign from Seyd's assenting eye, Pacha!- my limbs are faint-and natur
And led the holy man in silence nigh.
His arms were folded on his dark green vest, Food for my hunger, rest from tossing wave
His step was feeble, and his look deprest; Permit my absence - peace be with the
Yet worn he seem'd of hardship more than


With all around! - now grant reposeAnd pale his cheek with penance, not from

release." fears. Vow'd to his God - his sable locks he wore,

Stay, Dervise! I have more to questionAnd these his lofty cap rose proudly o’er:

stay, Around his form his loose long robe was I do command thee-sit-dost hear ? _obey


More I must ask, and food the slaves sha And wrapt a breast bestow'd on heaven alone;

bring; Submissive, yet with self-possession mann'd, Thou shalt not pine where all are banque He calmıly met the curious eyes that scann'd,

ing And question of his coming fain would seek, The supper done-prepare thee to reply, Before the Pacha’s will allow'd to speak. Clearly and full-I love not mystery."



“Whence com'st thou, Dervise ?"

'Twere vain to guess what shook the pio “From the outlaw's den, A fugitive-"

Who look'd not lovingly on that Divan; “Thy capture where and when ?" Norshow'd high relish for the banquet pre: “From Scalanova's port to Scio's isle And less respect for every fellow-guest. The Saick was bound; but Alla did not 'Twas but a moment's peevish hectic pas


Along his cheek, and tranquillized as fas Upon our course— —the Moslem merchant's He sate him down in silence, and his loo)


Resumed the calmness which before forsoo The Rovers won: our limbs have worn The feast was usher'd in- but sumptuo their chains.

fare I had no death to fear, nor wealth to boast, He shunn'd as if some poison ningled the Beyond the wandering freedom which I lost; For one so long condemn'd to'toil and fa At length a fisher's humble boat by night Methinks he strangely spares the rich repa Afforded hope, and offers chance of flight: „What ails thee, Dervise ? eat—dost ihr I seized the hour, and find my safety here

suppose With thee-must mighty Pácha! who can This feast a Christian's? or my friends t! fear?”


Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacr “How speed the outlaws? stand they well

pledge prepared, Which, once partaken , blunts the sabri T'heir plunder'd wealth, and robber's rock,

edge, to guard ? Makes even contending tribes in peace ani Dream they of this our preparation, doom'd And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight To view with fire their scorpion-nest con

“ Salt seasons dainties-and my


still " Pacha! the fetter'd captive's mourning The humblest root, my drink the simple

rill; That weeps for flight, but ill can play the And my stern vow and order's laws oppo


To break or mingle bread with friends I only heard the reckless waters roar,

foes; Those waves that would not bear me from It may seem strange - if there be'aught the shore;

dread, I only mark'd the glorious sun and sky, That peril rests upon my single head; Too bright-too blue--for my captivity ; But for thy sway-nay more-thy Sultan And felt that all which Freedom's bosom

throne, cheers,

I taste nor bread, nor banquet-save alone Must break my chain before it dried my tears. Infringed our order's rule, the Prophet's rag This mayst thou judge, at least, from my To Meccas dome might bar my pilgrimage.

escape, They little deem of aught in peril's shape; “ Well-as thou wilt-ascetic as thor Else vainly had I pray'd or sought the chance That leads me bere-if eyed with vigilance : One question answer; then in peace depart The careless guard that did not see me fly, How many?-Ha! it cannot sure be day? May watch as idly when thy power is nigh:) What star-what sun is bursting on the bay



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