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Dlark his gay course and own the hues of His Corsair's isle was once thine o heaven;
domain Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Would that with freedoin it were thi Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
On such an eve, his palest beam he cast, The Sun hath sunk - and, darker th When - Athens! here thy Wisest look'd his
the night, last.
Sinks with his beam upon the beac How watch'd thy better sons his farewell-ray,
heightThat closed their murder'd sage's latest day! Medora's heart-the third day's come a Not yet - not yet - Sol pauses on the hill
gone-The precious hour of parting lingers still; With it he comes not – sends not-faithle But sad his light to agonizing eyes,
one! And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes: The wind was fair though light; and stor Gloom o'er the lovely land he seem'd to pour,
were none. The land, where Phoebus never frown'd Last eve Anselmo's bark return’d, and
His only tidings that they had not met! But ere he sunk below Cithaeron's head, Though wild, as now, far different we The cup of woe was quaffd – the spirit fled;
the tale The soul of him who scorn’d to fear or fly- Had Conrad waited for that single sail Who lived and died, as none can live or die!
The night-breeze freshens--she that da But lo! from high Hymettus to the plain,
had past The queen of night asserts her silent reign. In watching all that Hope proclaim'd a mas No murky vapour, herald of the storm, Sadly she sate-on high--Impatience bo Hides her fair face, nor girds her glowing At last her footsteps to the midnight shor
And there she wander'd heedless of the spri With cornice glimmering as the moon- That dash'd her garments oft, and warn beams play,
away: There the white column greets her grateful She saw not-felt not this — nor dared depa
Nor deem'd it cold-her chill was at h And, bright around with quivering beams
Till grew such certainty from that su Her emblem sparkles o'er the minaret:
penseThe groves of olive scatter'd dark and wide His very Sight had shock'd from life Where meek Cephisus pours his scanty tide,
sense! The cypress saddening by the sacred mosque, The gleaming turret of the gay Kiosk. And,'dun and sombre 'mid the holy calm, Whose inmates first beheld whom first th
It came at last,a sad and shatter'd bou Near Theseus' fane yon solitary palm,
sought; All tinged with varied hues arrest the eve - Some bleeding-all most wretched-the And dull were his that pass'd them heedless
Scarce knew they how escaped - this Again the Acgean, heard no more afar, in silence, darkling, each appear'd to w Lulls his chafed breast from elemental war; His fellow's mournful guess at Conrad's fat Again his waves in milder tints unfold
Something they would have said; but seen Their long array of sapphire and of gold,
to fear Mixt with the shades of many a distant isle, To trust their accents to Medora's ear. That frown -- where gentler ocean seems to She saw at once, yet sunk not-trembled not
Beneath that grief, that loneliness of lot;
Within that meek fair form were feelin, Not now my theme – why turn my thoughts
high, to thee?
That deem'd not till they found their energ Oh! who can look along thy native sea, While yet was Hope--they softend--flu Nor dwell upon thy name, whate'er the tale.
terd.weptSo much its magic must o'er all prevail? All lost--that softness died not --but it oler Who that beheld that Sun upon thee set, And o'er its slumber rose that Strengi Fair Athens ! could thine evening - face
which said, forget?
With nothing left to love-there's nougl Not he-whose heart nor time nor distance
to dread." frees,
Tis more than nature's; like the burnin Spell-bound within the clustering Cyclades!
might Nor seems this homage foreign to his strain, Delirium gathers from the sever's height
Silent you stand-nor would I hear you “Pacha! the day is thine; and on thy crest tell
Sits Triumph--Conrad taken-fallin the What--speak not-breathe not-for I know
rest! it well
His doom is fix'd-he dies: and well his fate Yet would I ask-almost my lip denies Was earn’d-yet much too worthless for thy Thoquick your answer—tell me where
hate: he lies?”
Methinks, a short release, for ransom told
With all his treasure, not unwisely sold; "Lady! we know not-scarce with life Report speaks largely of his pirate-hoardwe fled;
Would that of this my Pacha were the Lord ! But here is one denies that he is dead:
While baffled, weaken'd by this fatal frayHe saw him bound; and bleeding—but Watch'd—follow'd—he were then an easier alive."
prey ; But once cut off — the remnant of his band
Embark their wealth, and seek a safer She beard no further-'twas in vain to
strand." striveS throbb'd each vein-each thought-till then withstood;
“Gulnare! If for each drop of blood a ller on dark soul—these words at once were offer'd rich as Stamboul's diadem;
gem subdued :
If for each hair of his a massy mine tatters-falls-and senseless had the
Of virgin-ore should supplicating shine; Perchance but snatch'd her from another of wealth were here—that gold should
If all our Arab tales divulge or dream grave;
not redeem! But that with hands though rude, yet weep-It had not now redeemd a single hour, ing eyes,
But that I know him fetter'd, in my power; Tes yield such aid as Pity's haste supplies: And, thirsting for revenge, I ponder stil!
o'er her deathlike cheek the ocean-dew, On pangs that longest rack and latest kill." Baie-fan-sustain, till life returns anew; Atake her handmaids, with the matrons leave
“Nay, Seyd !—I seek not to restrain thy Thai fainting form o'er which they gaze
rage, and grieve; Too justly moved for mercy to assuage; Ivan seek Anselmo's cavern, to report My thoughts were only to secure for thee Me tale too tedious—when the triumph His riches—thus released, he were not free: short,
Disabled, shorn of half his might and band,
His capture could but wait thy first comthat wild council words wax'd warm
mand.” and strange, To thoughts of ransom, rescue, and re- “His capture could!—and shall I then venge;
resign Late repose or flight: still lingering there One day to him—the wretch already mine? Bratbed Conrad's spirit, and forbade despair; Release my foe!—at whose remonstrance? What'er his fate - the breasts he form’d
thine! and led,
Fair suitor!-to thy virtuous gratitude, Mit are him living, or appease him dead. That thus repays this Giaour's relenting De to his foes! there yet survive a few,
mood, Dose deeds are daring, as their hearts Which thee and thine alone of all could are true.
No doubt-regardless if the prize were fair, Within the Haram's secret chamber sate My thanks and praise alike are due - now Kera Seyd, still pondering o'er his Captive's
I have a counsel for thy gentler ear: on love and hate alternate I do mistrust thee, woman! and each word dwell,
Of thine stamps truth on all Suspicion heard. evith Gulnare, and now in Conrad's cell; Borne in his arms through fire from yon Han at his feet the lovely slave reclined
Seraibetinys his brow-would soothe his gloom Say, wert thou lingering there with him of mind,
to fly? While many an anxious glance' her large Thou need’st not answer-thy confession
speaks, beds in its idle search for gympathy,
Alrendy reddening on thy guilty cheeks; But inly views his victim as he bleeds. is cally bends in seeming over his beads, Then , lovely dame, bethink thee! and
Tis not his life alone may claim such care! With not a friend to animate, and tel Another word and-nay-I need no more. To other ears that death became thee we Accursed was the moment when he bore Around thee foes to forge the ready lie Thee from the flames, which better far- And blot life's latest scene with calum
Before thee tortures, which the soul can da I then had mourn'd thee with a lover's woe - Yet doubts how well the shrinking fie Now 'tis thy lord that warns- deceitful
may bear; thing!
But deeply feels a single cry would shan Knowst thou that I can clip thy wanton To valour's praise thy last and dearest clai.
The life thou leavest below, denied abo In words alone I am not wont to chafe: By kind monopolists of heavenly love; Look to thyself—nor deem thy falsehood And more than doubtful paradise-u safe!”
Of earthly hope - thy loved one from th He rose-and slowly, sternly thence
withdrew, Such were the thoughts that outlaw m Rage in his eye, and threats in his adieu :
sustain, Ah! little reck'd that chief of womanhood - And govern pangs surpassing mortal pa Which frowns ne'er quellid, nor menaces And those sustain'd he - boots it well or i
subdued ; Since not to sink beneath, is something ati And little deemd he what thy heart,
The first day pass’d – be saw not her could dare.
GulnareHis doubts appeard to wrong-nor yet
The second-third-and still she came i she knew
there; How deep the root from whence compas
But what her words avouch'd, her char sion grew
had done, She was a slave-from such may captives or else he had not seen another sun.
The fourth day rollid along, and with A fellow-feeling, differing but in name;
night Still half unconscious—heedless of his Came storm and darkness in their ming! wrath,
might; Again shé ventured on the dangerous path, Oh! how he listend to the rushing deep Again his rage repell’d-until arose
That ne'er till now so broke upon his sler That strife of thought, the source of wo- And his wild spirit wilder wishes sent,
Roused by the roar of his own elemen
Oft had he ridden on that winged wa Meanwhile-long anxious—weary-still And loved its roughness for the speed it ga
- the same
And now its dashing echo'd on his ear Rolld day and night-his soul could ter- A long known voice - alas! too vainly ne
Loud sung the wind above; and, doul This fearful interval of doubt and dread,
loud, When every hour might doom him worse
Shook o'er his turret-cell the thunder-clou than dead,
And flash'd the lightning by the latticed b When every step that echo'd by the gate, To him more genial than the midnight-st Might entering lead where are and stake Close to the glimmering grate he drag await;
his chain, When every voice that grated on his ear
And hoped that peril might not prove in va Might be the last that he could ever hear; He raised his iron hand to Heaven, a Could terror tame-that spirit stern and
One pitying flash to mar the form it mad Had proved unwilling as unfit to die;
His steel and impious prayer attract alibe 'Twas worn-perhaps decay'd-yet silent The storm rolld onward and disdain'd bore
strike; That conflict deadlier far than all before : Its peal wax'd fainter-ceased - he felt alar The heat of fight, the hurry of the gale,
As if some faithless friend had spurn'd i Leave scarce one thought inert enough to
groan! quail; But bound and fix'd in fetter'd solitude, The midnight passid - and to the mas To pine, the prey of every changing mood;
door, To gaze on thine own heart; and meditate A light step came - it paused—it move Irrevocable faults, and coming fate – Too late the last to shun - the first to mend- Slow turns the grating bolt and sullen ke To count the hours that struggle to thine end, I 'Tis as his heart foreboded -- that fair she
Whate’er her sins, to him a guardian-saint, | Thou hast forgot is this a garb for And beanteous still as hermit's hope can
Or is that instrument more fit for fight ?" Ta changed since last within that cell she Mare pale her cheek, more tremulous her “Misdoubting Corsair! I have gain’d the frame:
guard, On him she cast her dark and hurried eye, Ripe for revolt, and greedy for reward. Which spoke before her accents – “thou A single word of mine removes that chain: must die!
Without some aid how here could I remain? lies, thou must die - there is but one re- Well, since we met, hath sped my busy source,
time, The last-the worst-if torture were not If in anght evil, for thy sake the crime:
The crime-'tis none to punish those of
Seyd. "Lady! I look to none-my lips proclaim That hated tyrant, Conrad – he must bleed! What last proclaim'd they - Conrad still I see thee shudder-but my soul is changedthe same :
Wrong'd—spurn'd-reviled--and it shall be Why shouldst thou seek an outlaw's life
avenged -to spare,
Accused of what till now my heart disAnd change the sentence I deserve to bear?
dain'd Well have I earn'd—nor here alone-the Too faithful, though to bitter bondage meed
chain'd. &yd's revenge by many a lawless deed." Yes, smile!– but he had little cause to sneer,
I was not treacherous then-nor thon too
dear: #by should I seek? because-Oh! didst But he has said it-and the jealous well, thou not
Those tyrants, teasing, tempting to rebel, my life from worse than slavery's Deserve the fate their fretting lips foretell. lot?
I never loved - he bought me – somewhat I should I seek?_hath misery made
Since with me came a heart he could not bny. the fond workings of a woman's mind! I was a slave unmurmuring; he hath said, de 2: I say? albeit my heart rebel But for his rescue I with thee had fled. with all that woman feels, but should not 'Twas false thou knowst-but let such tell
augurs rue, bras-despite thy crimes—that heart is Their words are omens Insult renders true. moved :
Nor was thy respite granted to my prayer; Ah lesid thee-thank'd thee-pitied-mad- This fleeting grace was only to prepare
den'd-loved. New torments for thy life, and my despair. kryty sot, tell not now thy tale again, Mine too he threatens ; but his dotage Dalorst another and I love in vain ;
still Peach fond as mine her bosom, form more would fain reserve me for his lordly will: fair,
When wearier of these fleeting charms and nou through peril which she would not
dare. Il ta thy heart to hers were truly dear,
There yawns the sack—and yonder rolls
the sea ! We I thine own-thou wert not lonely What, am I then a toy for dotard's play, here: To wear but till the gilding frets away
? de vetlan's spouse—and leave her lord to I saw thee loved thee-owe thee allroam!
would save, What hath such gentle dame to do with If but to show how grateful is a slave. home?
But had he not thus menaced fame and life, mal speak not now—o'er thine and o'er my (And well he keeps his oaths pronounced
head Han the keen sabre by a single thread;
in strife) then hast courage still, and wouldst be Now I am all thine own—for all prepared :
I still had saved thee—but the Pacha spared. free,
Thou lov'st me not--nor knowst-or but Receive this poniard--rise-and follow
the worst. Alas! this love-that hatred are the first
Oh! couldst thou prove my truth, thou "As-in my chains! my steps will gently
would t not start, tread,
Nor fear the fire that lights an Eastern heart; With these adornments, o'er each slumber- "Tis now the beacon of thy safety- now ing head! It points within the port a Mainote prow:
But in one chamber, where our path must | From a lone chamber struck upon his sig
Towards it he moved, a scarcely closing d There sleeps - he must not wake--the op- Reveal'd the ray within, but nothing ni
pressor Seyd!” With hasty step a figure outward past,
Then paused - and turn'd- and pausedGulnare - Gulnare - I never felt till now
She at last! My Rbject fortune, wither'd fame so low : No poniard in that hand - nor sign of il Seyd is mine enemy: had swept my band "Thanks to that softening heart - she co From earth with ruthless but with open
not kill !" hand,
Again he look’d, the wildness of her er And therefore came I, in my bark of war, Starts from the day abrupt and fearfull To smite the siniter with the scimitar; She stopp'd - threw back her dark far-flo Such is my weapon--not the secret knife
ing hair, Who spares a woman's seeks not slumber's That nearly veil'd her face and bosom fa
As if she late had bent her leaning hea Thine saved I gladly, Lady, not for this — Above some object of her doubt or drea Let me not deem that mercy shewn amiss. They meet - upon her brow-unknow Now fare thee well— more peace be with
forgot thy breast! Her hurrying hand had leit – 'twas bu Night wears apace-my last of earthly rest!”
Its hue was all he saw, and scarce wi "Rest! Rest! by sunrise must thy sinews On! slight but certain pledge of crim
stood shake, And thy limbs writhe around the ready stake.
'tis blood! I heard the order-saw - I will not see If thou wilt perish, I will fall with thee.
He had seen battle - he had brooded I My life, my love-my hatred - all below O'er promised pangs to sentenced guilt fi Are on this cast - Corsair! 'tis but a blow!
shown; Without it flight were idle - how evade
He had been tempted-chasten'd-and His sure pursuit ? my wrongs too unrepaid,
chain My youth disgraced -- the long, long wasted Yet on his arms might ever there remi
But ne'er from strife- captivity-remors
years, One blow shall cancel with our future fears;
From all his feelings in their inmost foro But since the dagger suits thee less than So thrill'd so shudder'd every creeping v
As now they froze before that purple st I'll try the firmness of a female hand.
'That spot of blood, that light but gu The guards are gainid - one moment all
streak, were o'er
Vad banish'd all the beauty from her che Corsair! we meet in safety or no more;
Blood he had view'd - could view unmore If errs my feeble hand, the morning-cloud
but then Will hover o'er thy scaffold and my shroud." It flow'd in combat, or was shed by m
She turn'd, and vanish'd ere he could reply,
• 'Tis done- he nearly waked – but i But his glance follow'd far with eager eye;
done And gathering, as he could, the links that Corsair! he perislı'd, thou art dearly v
All words would now be vain --away-aw His form, to curl their length, and curb Our bark is tossing—'tis already day,
The few gain'd over now are wholly m Since bar and bolt no more his steps pre- And these thy yet surviving band shall je
Anon my voice shall vindicate my hanı He, fast as fetter'd limbs allow, pursued.
When once our sail forsakes this ha Twas dark and winding, and he knew not
strand." where That passage led; nor lamp nor guard She clapp'd her hands - and through were there:
gallery pour, He sees a dusky glimmering-shall he seek Equipp'd for flight, her vassals --Greeki Or shun that ray so indistinct and weak ?
Moor; Chance guides his steps- a freshness seems Silent but quick they stoop, his cha to bear
unbind; Full on his brow, as if from morning-air- | Once more his limbs are free as mounta He reach'd an open gallery-on his eye
wind ! Gleam'd the last star of night, the clearing But on his heavy heart such sadness sat
As if they there iransferr'd that iron weig Yet scarcely heeded these-another light No words are utter'd-at her sign, a de