Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours, that yield no more their former hope of rest; "Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath. Oh, could I feel as I have felt,-or be what I have been,- FROM "THE GIAOUR." GREECE. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers), The rapture of repose that's there, The fix'd yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And-but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now; And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy1 Appals the gazing mourner's heart, The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; The first, last look by death reveal'd!2 1 "Ay, but to die and go we know not where, To lie in cold obstruction."-Measure for Measure, Act iii. Sc. 2. 2 "The first, last look by death reveal'd."-"I trust that few of my readers have ever had an opportunity of witnessing what is here attempted in description, but those who have will probably retain a painful remembrance of that singular beauty which pervades, with few exceptions, the features of the dead, a few hours, and but for a few hours, after the spirit is not there.' It is to be remarked, in cases of violent death by gunshot wounds, that the expression is always that of languor, whatever the natural energy of the sufferer's character; but in death from a stab the countenance preserves its traits of feeling or ferocity, and the mind its bias, to the last."-Author's note. See Catiline's death, in Sallust. FROM THE GIAOUR. Such is the aspect of this shore; That parts not quite with parting breath; A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away! Clime of the unforgotten brave! These waters blue that round you lave, These scenes, their story not unknown, Thy heroes, though the general doom 445 Bear and attest are instances of imperatives in the 3d pers. sing., formed as in the 2d pers., by the inversion of the nominative: "Now, tread we a measure, said young Lochinvar" (Scott's Marmion), furnishes an instance of the same form in the 1st pers. plur. Examples will be found in English poetry of all the persons except the 1st pers. sing. The nominative inverted expresses, 1. Interrogation; 2. Wish; 3. Contingency or supposition; 4. Imperison, invitation, or request. The inversion is sometimes a mere figurative ornament.-The simile in the text has been reckoned one of the most splendid in English poetry. 2 Alluding to the uncertainty of connecting the Egyptian pyramids with the names of their alleged builders. Hath swept the column from their tomb, FROM "THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS." CANTO II. STANZA XXII. THE DEATH OF SELIM.1 They part, pursue, return, and wheel, And now almost they touch the cave Oh! must that grot be Selim's grave? Dauntless he stood-" "Tis come-soon past One kiss, Zuleika-'tis my last : But yet my band, not far from shore, May hear this signal, see the flash ; Yet now too few-the attempt were rash: No matter-yet one effort more." Forth to the cavern mouth he stept; His pistol's echo rang on high. Zuleika started not, nor wept, Despair benumb'd her breast and eye!— That sound hath drawr my foes more nigh. No-though by him that poison pour'd ; During his interview with Zuleika he is surprised by the emissaries of the Pachs Giaffir, her father. No-though again he call me coward! The foremost of the prying band, A gasping head, a quivering trunk : And almost met the meeting wave: His feet the foremost breakers lave; FROM CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE." CANTO I. STANZA XXXVIII. WORTH OF WARLIKE FAME. Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note? Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands, Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.3 1 This passage forms a fine instance of the figure Vision: another will be found in Scott, p. 396, High sight," &c. 2 The hot unwholesome wind of the Mediterranean from Africa. This personification has been very frequently admired. By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see Their various arms that glitter in the air! What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high; And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain. There shall they rot-Ambition's honoured fools! STANZA XXI. THE EVE OF WATERLOO. There was a sound of revelry by night, The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily; and, when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell !* 1 This passage has been contrasted with Scott's description of the landing of the British army in Portugal, as exemplifying the different views which the two poets take of the same objects. See Vision of Don Roderic. 2 The interruption of the ball by the sound of the cannon is a poetical license. On “the evening of the 15th" (June 1815), Wellington, having received intelligence of the advance of the French, and ordered the concentration of troops on Quatre Bras, dressed and went to a ball at the Duchess of Richmond's, where his manner was so undisturbed, that no one discovered that any intelligence of importance had arrived; many brave men were there assembled, amidst the scenes of festivity, and surrounded by the smiles of beauty, who were, ere long, locked in the arms of death."-Alison, ch. xciii. Ed. 1848. |