Had braved the death-wing'd tempest's blast, The Turkish tyrants now enclose; Though mightiest in the lists of fame, And though I bid thee now farewell, When I behold that wondrous scene, Since where thou art I may not dwell, "Twill soothe to be where thou hast been. LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM, AT MALTA. As o'er the cold sepulchral stone Some name arrests the passer-by; Thus, when thou view'st this page alone, May mine attract thy pensive eye! And when by thee that name is read, Perchance in some succeeding year, Reflect on me as on the dead, And think my heart is buried here. STANZAS COMPOSED DURING A THUNDER-STORM, AND WHILE BEWILDERED NEAR MOUNT PINDUS IN ALBANIA. CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies. Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, But show where rocks our path have crost, Is yon a cot I saw, though low? When lightning broke the gloomHow welcome were its shade!-ah, no! 'Tis but a Turkish tomb. Through sounds of foaming waterfalls, My way-worn countryman, who calls A shot is fired-by foe or friend? The mountain-peasants to descend, Oh! who in such a night will dare To tempt the wilderness? And who 'mid thunder-peals can hear And who that heard our shouts would rise Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad? Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour! Yet here one thought has still the power While wandering through each broken path, While elements exhaust their wrath, Thy bark hath long been gone : Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc, Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now And since I now remember thee In darkness and in dread, At times, from out her latticed halls, And when the admiring circle mark A half-form'd tear, a transient spark Again thou'lt smile, and blushing shun Nor own for once thou thought'st on one Though smile and sigh alike are vain, My spirit flies o'er mount and main, STANZAS WRITTEN IN PASSING THE AMBRACIAN GULF. THROUGH cloudless skies, in silvery sheen, Full beams the moon on Actium's coast: And on these waves, for Egypt's queen, The ancient world was won and lost. And now upon the scene I look, The azure grave of many a Roman; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman. Florence!* whom I will love as well Thy charms might raise new Antonies. But would not lose thee for a world. THE SPELL IS BROKE, THE CHARM My dripping limbs I faintly stretch, According to the doubtful story, 'Twere hard to say who fared the best; For he was drown'd, and I've the ague. LINES WRITTEN IN THE TRAVEL- WRITTEN AT ATHENS, JANUARY 16, 1810.FAIR Albion, smiling, sees her son depart THE spell is broke, the charm is flown! Thus is it with life's fitful fever: We madly smile when we should groan; Recalls the woes of Nature's charter; But lives, as saints have died, a martyr. WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM IF, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont Mrs Spencer Smith. To trace the birth and nursery of art: THE modest bard, like many a bard unknown, MAID OF ATHENS, ERE WE PART. MAID of Athens, ere we part, By those tresses unconfined, Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; By that lip I long to taste; Maid of Athens! I am gone: On the 3rd of May, 1810, while the Salsette (Captain Bathurst) was lying in the Dardanelles, Lieutenant Ekenhead of that frigate and the writer of these rhymes swam from the European shore to the Asiatic-by the by, from Abydos to Sestos would have been more correct. The whole distance from the place whence we started to our landing on the other side, including the length we were carried by the current, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles, though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can raw directly| across and it may, in some measure, be estimated from the circumstance of the whole distance being accomplished by one of the parties in an hour and five, and by the other in an hour and ten minutes. The water was extremely cold, from the melting of the mountain snows. About three weeks before, in April, we had made an attempt; but having ridden all the way Romaic expression of tenderness: if I translate it, I shall from the Troad the same morning, and the water being of an affront the gentlemen, as it may seem that I suppose they icy chilaess, we found it necessary to postpone the completion could not; and if I do not, I may affront the ladies. For fear til the frigate anchored below the castles, when we swam the of any misconstruction on the part of the latter, I shall do so, straits, as just stated; entering a considerable way above the begging pardon of the learned. It means, My life, I love European, and landing below the Asiatic fort. Chevalier says you!' which sounds very prettily in all languages, and is as that a young Jew swam the same distance for his mistress, and much in fashion in Greece at this day, as, Juvenal tells us, the Oliver mentions its having been done by a Neapolitan; but two first words were amongst the Roman ladies, whose erotic our consul, Tarragona, remembered neither of these circum-expressions were all Hellenized. stances, and tried to dissuade us from the attempt. A number In the East (where ladies are not taught to write, lest they of the Salsette's crew were known to have accomplished a should scribble assignations), flowers, cinders, pebbles, &c., greater distance; and the only thing that surprised me was, convey the sentiments of the parties, by that universal deputy that, as doubts had been entertained of the truth of Leander's of Mercury-an old woman. A cinder says, 'I burn for thee; story no traveller had ever endeavoured to ascertain its prac- a bunch of flowers tied with hair, Take me and fly; but a ticability. pebble declares-what nothing else can. All, all in vain; my wayward lyre FROM ANACREON. [Μεσονυκτίαις ποθ' ώραις, κ. τ. λ.] "TWAS now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven"; Bootes, only, seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole : Say, courteous host, canst thou not feel it?' FROM THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF SCHYLUS. [Μηδαμ ̓ ὁ πάντα νέμων, κ. τ. λ.] GREAT Jove, to whose almighty throne In sea-girt Ocean's mossy hall; 'Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main. The blushing beauty by thy side, TO EMMA. SINCE now the hour is come at last, When you must quit your anxious lover; Since now car dream of bliss is past, One pang, my girl, and all is over. Alas! that pang will be severe, Which bids us part to meet no more; Well! we have pass'd some happy hours, Where from this Gothic casement's height, Whilst I, admiring, too remiss, Forgot to scare the hovering flies, Yet envied every fly the kiss It dared to give your slumbering eyes: In which I row'd you o'er the lake; As the chief who to combat advances Secure of his conquest before, By pangs which a smile would dispel? Would the hope, which thou once bad'st me cherish, For torture repay me too well? Now sad is the garden of roses, Beloved but false Haidée ! There Flora all wither'd reposes, And mourns o'er thine absence with me. ON PARTING. THE kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left Untainted back to thine. Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, An equal love may see : The tear that from thine eyelid streams I ask no pledge to make me blest ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN. ILL-FATED Heart! and can it be, That thou shouldst thus be rent in twain ? Have years of care for thine and thee Alike been all employ'd in vain? Yet precious seems each shatter'd part, And every fragment dearer grown, Since he who wears thee feels thou art A fitter emblem of his own. LINES TO A LADY WEEPING.* WEEP, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay; Could wash a father's fault away! • The Princess Charlotte. (EDIT.) THE CHAIN I GAVE. THE chain I gave was fair to view, And ill deserved the fate it found. But not to bear a stranger's touch; Restring the chords, renew the clasp. When thou wert changed, they alter'd too The chain is broke, the music mute. 'Tis past-to them and thee adieu False heart, frail chain, and silent lute. EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT, His works were neat, and often found TO CAROLINE. OH! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow? Oh! when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay? The present is hell, and the coming to-morrow But brings, with new torture, the curse of today. THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE. Ερωτά μουνον ἠχεῖ.—ANACREON, AWAY with your fictions of flimsy romance; From my eye flows no tear, from my lips flow Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow, no curses, I blast not the fiends who have hurl'd me from For poor is the soul which bewailing rehearses Was my eye, 'stead of tears, with red fury flakes Would my lips breathe a flame which no stream could assuage, On our foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning, [rage. With transport my tongue give a loose to its But now tears and curses, alike unavailing, Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight: Yet still, though we bend with a feign'd resigna- In the grave is our hope, for in life is our fear. STANZAS TO A LADY. Who blames it but the envious fool, In single sorrow doom'd to fade? For thou wilt ne'er be one of those ; His was no vain, fictitious flame: But not thy hapless fate the same. Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove; From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow, [love! Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse, Or the Nine be disposed from your service to court the effusions that spring from the heart, Which throbs with delight to the first kiss of love. Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move : Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth, strove; Some portion of paradise still is on earth, And Eden revives in the first kiss of love. When age chills the blood, when our pleasures For years fleet away with the wings of the ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A He governs, sanction'd but by self-applause; |