Bfll ■HH ■■ ■HE Hi Bl Hj ■ ■ ■ ^B ^•■ : ■ 33 ^'SSKB^^m DUKE 'irS^S^s^^Sfj-Sf^fS^t UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Treasure "Room GIFT OF Louis C. Karpinski Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Duke University Libraries http://archive.org/details/giaourfragmentof03byro THE GIAOUR, A FRAGMENT OP A TURKISH TALE. BY LORD BYRON " One fatal remembrance — one sorrow that throws " It's bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes — " To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring, " For which joy hath no balm — and affliction no sting."' Moore. THE THIRTEENTH EDITION. LONDON: PRINTED FOR JOHN MURRAY, ALBEM ARLE-STREET. 181,5. T. DAVISON, Lombard-street, Whitefriars, London. TO SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ. AS A SLIGHT BUT MOST SINCERE TOKEN OF ADMIRATION OF HIS GENIUS; RESPECT FOR HIS CHARACTER, AND GRATITUDE FOR HIS FRIENDSHIP; THIS PRODUCTION IS INSCRIBED BY HIS OBLIGED AND AFFECTIONATE SERVANT, BYRON. E"oi05'30 ADVERTISEMENT. The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common in the East than formerly; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the " olden time ;" or because the Christians have better fortune, or less enterprize. The story, when entire, contained the adventures of a female slave, who was thrown, in the Mussulman manner, into the sea for infidelity, and avenged by a young Venetian, her lover, at the time the Seven Islands were possessed by the Republic of Venice, and soon after the Aruauts were beaten back from the Morea, which they had ravaged for some time subsequent to the Russian invasion. The de- sertion of the Mainotes, on being refused the plunder of Misitra, led to the abandonment of that enterprize, and to the desolation of the Morea, during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the faithful. THE GIAOUR, A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE. -N o breath of air to break the wave That rolls below the Athenian's grave, That tomb 1 which, gleaming o'er the cliff, First greets the homeward-veering skiff, High o'er the land he saved in vain : When shall such hero live asrain ? Fair clime ! where every season smile3 Benignant o'er those blessed isles, Which, seen from far Colonna's height. Make glad the heart that hails the sight, 10 4-nd lend to loneliness delight. There mildly dimpling, Ocean's cheek Reflects the tints of many a peak Caught by the laughing tides that lave These Edens of the eastern wave; 15 n THE GIAOUR. And if at times a transient breeze Break the blue crystal of the seas, Or sweep one blossom from the trees, How welcome is each gentle air That wakes and wafts the odours there ! 20 For there — the Rose o'er crag or vale, Sultana of the Nightingale, 3 The maid for whom his melody, His thousand songs are heard on high, Blooms blushing to her lover's tale : 25 His queen, the garden queen, his Rose, Unbent by winds, unchilled by snows, Far from the winters of the west, By every breeze and season blest, Returns the sweets by nature given SO In softest incense back to heaven ; And grateful yields that smiling sky Her fairest hue and fragrant sigh. And many a summer flower is there, And many a shade that love might share, 35 And many a grotto, meant for rest, That holds the pirate for a guest ; THE GIAOUR <] Whose bark in sheltering cove below Lurks for the passing peaceful prow, Till the gay mariner's guitar 3 40 Is heard, and seen the evening star; Then stealing with the muffled oar, Far shaded by the rocky shore, Rush the night-prowlers on the prey, And turn to groans his roundelay. 45 Strange — that where Nature loved to trace, As if for Gods, a dwelling-place, And every charm and grace hath mixed Within the paradise she fixed, There man, enamoured of distress, 50 Should mar it into wilderness, And trample, brute-like, o'er each flower That tasks not one laborious hour ; Nor claims the culture of his hand To bloom along the fairy land, 55 But springs as to preclude his care, And sweetly woos him — but to spare ! Strange — that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride, b 2 THE GIAOUR. And lust and rapine wildly reign 60 To darken o'er the fair domain. It is as though the fiends prevailed Against the seraphs they assailed, And, fixed on heavenly thrones, should dwell The freed inheritors of hell; 65 So soft the scene, so formed for joy, So curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, 70 The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And marked the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, 75 The fixed 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, 80 Where cold Obstruction's apathy* THE GIAOUR. 5 Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these and these alone, 85 Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed! 5 Such is the aspect of this shore ; Q0 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away! 100 Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! ► THE GIAOUR. Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ; 1 05 Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee ? Approach thou craven crouching slave : Say, is not this Thermopylae ? These waters blue that round you lave, 1 10 Oh servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this ? The gulf, the rock of Salamis ! These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; 115 Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, 120 And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. 125 THE GIAOUR. 7 Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom 130 Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die ! 135 'Twere long to tell, and sad to trace, Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough — no foreign foe could quell Thy soul, till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self-abasement paved the way ] 40 To vilain-bonds and despot-sway. What can he tell who treads thy shore i No legend of thine olden time, No theme on which the muse might soar, High as thine own in days of yore, 145 When man was worthy of thy clime. THE GIAOUR. The hearts within thy valleys bred, The fiery souls that might have led Thy sons to deeds sublime, Now crawl from cradle to the grave, 150 Slaves — nay, the bondsmen of a slave, 6 And callous, save to crime ; Stain'd with each evil that pollutes Mankind, where least above the brutes ; Without even savage virtue blest, 155 Without one free or valiant breast. Still to the neighbouring ports they waft Proverbial wiles, and ancient craft : In this the subtle Greek is found, For this, and this alone, renowned. 1<50 In vain might Liberty invoke The spirit to its bondage broke, Or raise the neck that courts the yoke No more her sorrows I bewail, Yet this will be a mournful tale, 165 And they who listen may believe, Who heard it first had cause to grieve. THE GIAOUR. 9 i Far, dark, along the blue sea glancing, The shadows of the rocks advancing, Start on the fisher's eye like boat 170 Of island-pirate or Mainote ; And fearful for his light caique, He shuns the near but doubtful creek : Though worn and weary with his toil, And cumbered with his scaly spoil, 175 Slowly, yet strongly, plies the oar, Till Port Leone's safer shore Receives him by the lovely light That best becomes an Eastern night. Who thundering comes on blackest steed, 180 With slackened bit and hoof of speed ? Beneath the clattering iron's sound The caverned echoes wake around In lash for lash, and bound for bound ; The foam that streaks the courser's side 185 Seems gathered from the ocean-tide : Though weary waves are sunk to rest, There's none within his rider's breast ; 10 THE GIAOUR. And though to-morrow's tempest lower, 'Tis calmer than thy heart, young Giaour ! 7 I 'JO I know thee not, I loathe thy race, But in thy lineaments I trace What time shall strengthen, not efface : Though young and pale, that sallow front Is scathed by fiery passion's brunt; iy5 Though bent on earth thine evil eye, As meteor like thou glidest by, Right well I view and deem thee one Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun. On — on he hastened, and he drew 200 My gaze of wonder as he flew : Though like a demon of the night He passed and vanished from my sight, His aspect and his air impressed A troubled memory on my breast, 205 And long upon my startled ear Rung his dark courser's hoofs of fear. He spurs his steed ; he nears the steep, That, jutting, shadows o'er the deep ; THE GIAOUR. 1 1 He winds around ; he hurries by; 210 The rock relieves him from mine eye ; For well I ween unwelcome he Whose glance is fixed on those that flee ; And not a star but shines too bright On him who takes such timeless flight. 215 He wound along ; but ere he passed One glance he snatched, as if his last, A moment checked his wheeling steed, A moment breathed him from his speed, A moment on his stirrup stood — 220 Why looks he o'er the olive wood I The crescent glimmers on the hill, The Mosque's high lamps are quivering still : Though too remote for sound to wake In echoes of the far tophaike, 8 225 The flashes of each joyous peal Are seen to prove the Moslem's zeal. To-night, set Rhamazani's sun ; To-night, the Bail am feast's begun ; To-night — but who and what art thou 230 Of foreign garb and fearful brow ? 12 THE GIAOUR. And what are these to thine or thee, That thou should'st either pause or flee ( He stood — some dread was on his face, Soon Hatred settled in its place : 23.5 It rose not with the reddening flush Of transient Anger's darkening blush, But pale as marble o'er the tomb, Whose ghastly whiteness aids its gloom. His brow was bent, his eye was glazed; 240 He raised his arm, and fiercely raised, And sternly shook his hand on high, As doubting to return of fly : Impatient of his flight delayed, Here loud his raven charger neighed — 24.1 Down glanced that hand, and grasped his blade ; That sound had burst his waking dream, As Slumber starts at owlet's scream. The spur hath lanced his courser's sides ; Away, away, for life he rides : 250 Swift as the hurled on high jerreed 9 Springs to the touch his startled steed; THE GIAOUR. 13 The rock is doubled, and the shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The crag is won, no more is seen 2.35 His Christian crest and haughty mien. 'Twas but an instant he restrained That fiery barb so sternly reined ; 'Twas but a moment that he stood, Then sped as if by death pursued ; 2GO But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seemed to roll, And gather in that drop of time A life of pain, an age of crime. O'er him who loves, or hates, or fears, 265 Such moment pours the grief of years : What felt he then, at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast? That pause, which pondered o'er his fate, Oh, who its dreary length shall date ! 270 Though in Time's record nearly nought, It was Eternity to Thought ! For infinite as boundless space The thought that Conscience must embrnce, H THE GIAOUR. Whkh in itself can comprehend 275 Woe without name, or hope, or end. The hour is past, the Giaour is gone ; And did he fly or fall alone ? Woe to that hour he came or went! The curse for Hassan's sin was sent 280 To turn a palace to a tomb : He came, he went, like the Simoom, 10 That harbinger of fate and gloom, Beneath whose widely-wasting breath The very cypress droops to death — 285 Dark tree, still sad when others' grief is fled, The only constant mourner o'er the dead ! The steed is vanished from the stall ; No serf is seen in Hassan's hall ; The lonely Spider's thin grey pall 2[)0 Waves slowly widening o'er the wall ; The Bat builds in his Haram bower ; And in the fortress of his power The Owl usurps the beacon-tower; THE GIAOUR. 15 The wild-dog howls o'er the fountain's brim, 205 With baffled thirst, and famine, grim ; For the stream has shrunk from its marble bed, Where the weeds and the desolate dust are spread. 'Twas sweet of yore to see it play And chase the sultriness of day, 300 As springing high the silver dew In whirls fantastically flew, And flung luxurious coolness round The air, and verdure o'er the ground. 'Twas sweet, when cloudless stars were bright, 505 To view the wave of watery light, And hear its melody by night. And oft had Hassan's Childhood played Around the verge of that cascade ; And oft upon his mother's breast 310 That sound had harmonized his rest ; And oft had Hassan's Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seemed each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own. 315 But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Tvyilight's close : 1 6 THE GIAOUR. The stream that filled that font is fled — The blood that warmed his heart is shed ! And here no more shall human voice CL'O Be heard to rage, regret, rejoice. The last sad note that swelled the gale Was woman's wildest funeral wail : That quenched in silence, all is still, But the lattice that flaps when the wind is shrill : 325 Thougli raves the gust, and floods the rain, No hand shall close its clasp again. On desart sands 'twere joy to scan The rudest steps of fellow man, So here the very voice of Grief 330 Might wake an Echo like relief — At least 'twould say, " all are not gone ; " There lingers Life, though but in one — " For many a gilded chamber's there, Which Solitude might well forbear; 333 Within that dome as yet Decay Hath slowly worked her cankering way — But gloom is gathered o'er the gate, Nor jhere the Fakir's self will wait; THE GIAOUR. 17 Nor there will wandering Dervise stay, 340 For Bounty cheers not his delay ; Nor there will w r eary stranger halt To bless the sacred " bread and salt." 11 Alike must Wealth and Poverty Pass heedless and unheeded by, 345 For Courtesy and Pity died With Hassan on the mountain side. His roof, that refuge unto men, Is Desolation's hungry den. The guest flies the hall, and the vassal from labour, 350 Since his turban was cleft by the infidel's sabre! 12 I hear the sound of coming feet, But not a voice mine ear to greet; More near — each turban I can scan, And silver-sheath ed ataghan j 13 355 The foremost of the band is seen An Emir by his garb of green: 1 * " Ho ! who art thou ? — this low galam *? " Replies of Moslem faith I am. 18 THE GIAOUR. l( The burthen ye so gently bear, 36*0 u Seems one that claims your utmost care, H And, doubtless, holds some precious freight, " My humble bark would gladly wait." " Thou speakest sooth, thy skiff unmoor, " And waft us from the silent shore ; 365 * Nay, leave the sail still furl'd, and ply " The nearest oar that's scatter'd by, " And midway to those rocks where sleep * The channel'd waters dark and deep. " Rest from your task — so — bravely done, 370 " Our course has been right swiftly run ; " Yet 'tis the longest voyage, I trow, "That one of— # * * # Sullen it plunged, and slowly sank, The calm wave rippled to the bank ; 575 I watch'd it as it sank, methought Some motion from the current caught THE GIAOUR, 19 Bestirr'd it more, — 'twas but the beam That chequer'd o'er the living stream : I gaz'd, till vanishing from view, 380 Like lessening pebble it withdrew ; Still less and less, a speck of white That gemm'd the tide, then mock'd the sight ; And all its hidden secrets sleep, Known but to Genii of the deep, 385 Which, trembling in their coral caves, They dare not whisper to the waves. As rising on its purple wing The insect-queen 16 of eastern spring, O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer 390 Invites the young pursuer near, And leads him on from flower to flower A weary chase and wasted hour, Then leaves him, as it soars on high, With panting heart and tearful eye : 395 So Beauty lures the full-grown child, With hue as bright, and wing as wild ; C 2 20 THE GIAOUR. A chase of idle hopes and fears, Begun in folly, closed in tears. If won, to equal ills betrayed, 400 Woe waits the insect and the maid ; A life of pain, the loss of peace, From infant's play, and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught, 405 For every touch that wooed its stay- Hath brushed its brightest hues away, Till charm, and hue, and beauty gone, 'Tis left to fly or fall alone. With wounded wing, or bleeding breast, 410 Ah! where shall either victim rest? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before ? Or Beauty, blighted in an hour, Find joy within her broken bower ? 415 No : gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die, And lovelier things have mercy shewn To every failing but their own, THE GIAOUR. 21 And every woe a tear can claim 420 Except an erring sister's shame. The Mind, that broods o'er guilty woes, Is like the Scorpion girt by fire, In circle narrowing as it glows, The flames around their captive close, 425 Till inly searched by thousand throes, And maddening in her ire, One sad and sole relief she knows, The sting she nourished for her foes, Whose venom never yet was vain, 430 Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; 17 So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven, 435 Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death ! 22 THE GIAOUR. Black Hassan from the Haram flies, Nor bends on woman's form his eyes ; 440 The unwonted cnase each hour employs, Yet shares he not the hunter's joys. Not thus was Hassan wont to fly When Leila awelt in his Serai. Doth Leila there no longer dwell ? 445 That tale can only Hassan tell : Strange rumours in our city say Upon that eve she fled away When Rhamazan's 18 last sun was set, And flashing from each minaret 450 Millions of lamps proclaimed the feast Of Bairam through the boundless East. 'Twas then she went as to the bath, Which Hassan vainly searched in wrath ; For she was flown her master's rage 455 In likeness of a Georgian page, And far beyond the Moslem's power Had wronged him with the faithless Giaour. Somewhat of this had Hassan deemed ; But still so fon.'., so fair she seemed, 460 THE GIAOUR. 23 Too well he trusted to the slave Whose treachery deserved ti graven -And on that eve had gone to mosque, And thence to feast in his kiosk. Such is the tale his Nubians tell, Who did not watch their charge too well ; But others say, that on that night, By pale Phingari's 19 trembling light, The Giaour upon his jet black steed Was seen, but seen alone to speed With bloody spur along the shore, Nor maid nor page behind him bore. 465 470 Her eye's dark charm 'twere vain to tell, But gaze on that of the Gazelle, It will assist thy fancy well; 475 " As large, as languishingly dark, But Soul beamed forth in every spark ^> err^vro ax /7 ur **- That darted from beneath the lid, , Bright as the jewel of Giamschid. 30 fbj^Jy^^ja j^^ , // 24 THE GIAOUR. Yea, Soul, and should our prophet say ISO That form was nought but breathing clay, By Alia! I would answer nay; Though on Al-Sirat's 21 arch I stood, Which totters o'er the fiery flood, With Paradise within my view, 485 And all his Houris beckoning through. Oh! who young Leila's glance could read And keep that portion of his creed 22 Which saith that woman is but dust, A soulless toy for tyrant's lust ? 490 On her might Muftis gaze, and own That through her eye the Immortal shone ; On her fair cheek's unfading hue The young pomegranate's 23 blossoms strew Their bloom in blushes ever new; 495 Her hair in hyacinthine 24 flow, When left to roll its folds below, As midst her handmaids in the hall She stood superior to them all, Hath swept the marble where her feet 500 Gleamed whiter than the mountain sleet THE GIAOUR. 25 Ere from the cloud that gave it birth It fell, and caught one stain of earth. The cygnet nobly walks the water ; So moved on earth Circassia's daughter, - 505 The loveliest bird of Frang uestan ! ^ As rears her crest the ruffled Swan, And spurns the wave with wings of pride, When pass the steps of stranger man Along the banks that bound her tide; 510 Thus rose fair Leila's whiter neck: — Thus armed with beauty would she check Intrusion's glance, till Folly's gaze Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise; Thus high and graceful was her gait; 515 Her heart as tender to her mate ; Her mate — stern Hassan, who was he ? Alas ! that name was not for thee ! Stern Hassan hath a journey ta'en With twenty vassals in his train, 520 Each armed, as best becomes a man, With arquebuss and ataghan; 26 THE GIAOUR. The chief before, as decked for war, Bears in his belt the scimitar Stained with the best of Arnaut blood, ,525 When in the pass the rebels stood, And few returned to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale. The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha wore, 530 Which still, though gemmed and bossed with gold, Even robbers tremble to behold. *Tis said he goes to woo a bride More true than her who left his side ; The faithless slave that broke her bower, 535 Aud, worse than faithless, for a Giaour 1 ******* The sun's last rays are on the hill, And sparkle in the fountain rill, Whose welcome waters, cool and clear, Draw blessings from the mountaineer : 510 Here may the loitering merchant Greek Find that repose 'twere vain to seek THE GIAOUR. In cities lodged too near his lord, And trembling for his secret hoard — Here may he rest where none can see, 5i5 In crowds a slave, in deserts free ; And with forbidden wine may stain The bowl a Moslem must not drain. The foremost Tartar's in the gap, Conspicuous by his yellow cap ; 550 The rest in lengthening line the while Wind slowly through the long defile : Above, the mountain rears a peak, Where vultures whet the thirsty beak, And theirs may be a feast to-night, 555 Shall tempt them down ere morrow's light ; Beneath, a river's wintry stream Has shrunk before the summer beam, And left a channel bleak and bare, Save shrubs that spring to perish there : 560 Each side the midway path there lay Small broken crags of granite gray, m THE GIAOUR. By time, or mountain lightning, riven From summits clad in mists of heaven; For where is he that hath beheld o65 The peak of Liakura unveiled ? They reach the grove of pine at last : " Bismillah! 26 now the peril's past; " For yonder view the opening plain, M And there we'll prick our steeds amain :" 570 The Chiaus spake, and as he said, A bullet whistled o'er his head ; The foremost Tartar bites the ground ! Scarce had they time to check the rein, Swift from their steeds the riders bound ; 575 But three shall never mount again : Unseen the foes that gave the wound, The dying ask revenge in vain. With steel unsheathed, and carbine bent, Some o'er their courser's harness leant, 580 Half sheltered by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock, And there await the coming shock, THE GIAOUR. 29 Nor tamely stand to bleed Beneath the shaft of foes unseen, 585 Who dare not quit their craggy screen. Stern Hassan only from his horse Disdains to light, and keeps his course, Till fiery flashes in the van Proclaim too sure the robber-clan 5W.) Have well secured the only way Could now avail the promised prey ; Then curled his very beard 27 with ire, And glared his eye with fiercer fire : " Though, far and near the bullets hiss, 5 ( J5 " I've scaped a bloodier hour than this." And now the foe their covert quit, And call his vassals to submit ; But Hassan's frown and furious word Are dreaded more than hostile sword, 600 Nor of his little band a man Resigned carbine or ataghan, Nor raised the Craven cry, Amaun ! 38 In fuller sight, more near and near, The lately ambushed foes appear, 605 30 THE GIAOUR. And, issuing from the grove, advance Some who on battle-charger prance. Who leads them on with'foreign brand, Far flashing in his red right hand ? " Tis he ! 'tis he ! I know him now ; 6 10 " I know him by his pallid brow ; " 1 know him by the evil eye 29 " That aids his envious treachery ; " I know him by his jet-black barb : " Though now array'd in Arnaut garb, 615 " Apostate from his own vile faith, " It shall not save him from the death : " 'Tis he ! well met in any hour, " Lost Leila's love, accursed Giaour !" As rolls the river into ocean, 620 In sable torrent wildly streaming ; As the sea-tide's opposing motion, In azure column proudly gleaming, Beats back the current many a rood, In curling foam and mingling flood^ f>25 THE GIAOUR. 31 While eddying whirl, and breaking wave, Roused by the blast of winter rave ; Through sparkling spray, in thundering clash, The lightnings of the waters flash In aweful whiteness o'er the shore, 630 That shines and shakes beneath the roar ; Thus — as the stream and ocean greet, With waves that madden as they meet — Thus join the bands, whom mutual wrong, And fate, and fury, drive along. 635 The bickering sabres' shivering jar; And pealing wide or ringing near Its echoes on the throbbing ear, The deathshot hissing from afar ; The shock, the shout, the groan of war, 640 Reverberate along that vale, More suited to the shepherd's tale : Though few the numbers — theirs the strife, That neither spares nor speaks for life ! Ah ! fondly youthful hearts can press, 645 To seize and share the dear caress ; 32 THE GIAOUR. But Love itself could never pant For all that Beauty sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes, 650 When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes, once met, are joined till death ! With sabre shivered to the hilt, 655 Yet dripping with the blood he spilt ; Yet strained within the severed hand Which quivers round that faithless brand ; His turban far behind him rolled, And cleft in twain its firmest fold ; C60 His flowing robe by falchion torn, And crimson as those clouds of morn That, streaked with dusky red, portend The day shall have a stormy end ; A stain on every bush that bore 665 A fragment of his palampore, 30 THE GIAOUR. S3 His breast with wounds unnumbered riven, His back to earth, his face to heaven, Fall'n Hassan lies — his unclosed eye Yet lowering on his enemy, 670 As if the hour that seaFd his fate Surviving left his quenchless hate ; And o'er him bends that foe with brow As dark as his that bled below. — "ff*. * * w w 9r w "Hv '* Yes, Leila sleeps beneath the wave, 675 if But his shall be a redder grave ; u Her spirit pointed well the steel * Which taught that felon heart to feel. " He called the Prophet, but his power " Was vain against the vengeful Giaour: 680 " He called on Alia — but the word " Arose unheeded or unheard. " Thou Paynim fool ! could Leila's prayer * Be passed, and thine accorded there ? * I watched my time, I leagued with these, 63 5 *■ The traitor in his turn to seize ; D 34 THE GIAOUR. " My wrath is wreaked, the deed is done, " And now I go— but go alone." * # # # * # # w utyfi The browzing camels' bells are tinkling : His Mother looked from her lattice high — O90 She saw the dews of eve besprinkling The pasture green beneath her eye, She saw the planets faintly twinkling: * 'Tis twilight— sure his train is nigh." She could not rest in the garden-bowet, 695 But gazed through the grate of his steepest tower : " Why comes he not ? his steeds are fleet, * Nor shrink they from the summer heat ; « Why sends not the Bridegroom his promised gift ? " Is his heart more cold, or his barb less swift ? 700 " Oh, false reproach ! yon Tartar now u Has gained our nearest mountain's brow, u And warily the steep descends, " And now within the valley bends ; THJE GIAOUR. 35 " And he bears the gift at his saddle bow— 705 " How could I deem his courser slow ? " Right well my largess shall repay " His welcome speed, and weary way." The Tartar lighted at the gate, But scarce upheld his fainting weight : 710 His swarthy visage spake distress, But this might be from weariness ; His garb with sanguine spots was dyed, But these might be from his courser's side ; He drew the token from his vest — 715 Angel of Death i 'tis Hassan's cloven crest ! His calpac 31 rent — his caftan red — " Lady, a fearful bride thy Son hath wed : " Me, not from mercy, did they spare, u But this empurpled pledge to bear. 720 " Peace to the brave ! whose blood is spilt : H Woe to the Giaour! for his the guilt." * * * . * ■ * ,:• # # ' , * - 36 THE GIAOUR. A turban 32 carved in coarsest stone, A pillar with rauk weeds o'ergrown, , 4 Whereon can now be scarcely read 725 The Koran verse that mourns the dead, Point out the spot where Hassan fell A victim in that lonely dell. There sleeps as true an Osmanlie As e'er at Mecca bent the knee ; 30 As ever scorned forbidden wine, Or prayed with face towards the shrine, In orisons resumed anew At solemn sound of" Alia Hu!" 3 Yet died he by a stranger's hand, 735 And stranger in his native land ; Yet died he as in arms he stood, And unavenged, at least in blood. But him the maids of Paradise Impatient to their halls invite, 740 And the dark Heaven of Houri's eyes On him shall glance for ever bright; They come — their kerchiefs green they wave, 34 And welcome with a kiss the brave ! THE GIAOUR. 37 Who fails in battle 'gainst a Giaour 745 Is ^Worthiest an immortal bower. But thou, false Infidel ! shalt writhe Beneath avenging Monkir's 35 scythe ; And from its torment 'scape alone To wander round lost Eblis' 36 throne ; 750 And fire unquenched, unquenchable, Around, within, thy heart shall dwell ; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell ! But first, on earth as Vampire 37 sent, 75.5 Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race ; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; 760 Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the dremon for their sire, 38 THE GIAOUR. As cursing thee, thou cursing them, 765 Thy flowers are withered on the stem. But one that for thy crime must fall, The youngest, most beloved of all, Shall bless thee with a father's name — That word shall wrap thy heart in flame ! T70 Yet must thou end thy task, and mark Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark, And the last glassy glance must view Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue ; Then with unhallowed hand shalt tear 775 The tresses of her yellow hair, Of which in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn ; But now is borne away by thee, Memorial of thine agony ! 780 Wet with thine own best blood shall drip 38 Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip ; Then stalking to thy sullen grave, Go — and with Gouls and Afrits rave : i THE GIAOUR. 39 Till these in horror shrink away From spectre more accursed than they ! " How name ye yon lone Caloyer ? " His features I have scanned before " In mine own land : 'tis many a year, " Since, dashing by the lonely shore, " I saw him urge as fleet a steed a As ever served a horseman's need. " But once I saw that face, yet then " It was so marked with inward pain, " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now, " As death were stamped upon his brow. " 'Tis twice three years at summer tide 785 ! 790 795 V " Since first among our freres he came ; " And here it soothes him to abide „3'^£"irs ndliifB vriJ ■ " For some dark deed he will not name. " xsut never at our vesper prayer, ** Nor e'er before confession chair 40 THE GIAOUR. " Kneels he, nor recks he when arise " Incense or anthem to the skies, 805 " But broods within his cell alone, " His faith and race alike unknown. " The sea from Paynim land he crost ; " And here ascended from the coast, " Yet seems he not of Othman race, 810 " But only Christian in his face : " I'd judge him some stray renegade, " Repentant of the change he made, " Save that he shuns our holy shrine, u Nor tastes the sacred bread and wine. 815 " Great largess to these walls he brought, " And thus our abbot's favour bought ; " But were I Prior, not a day " Should brook such stranger's further stay, w Or pent within our penance cell S20 " Should doom him there for aye to dwell. " Much in his visions mutters he " Of maiden 'whelmed beneath the sea ; " Of sabres clashing, foemen flying, " Wrongs avenged, and Moslem dying. 825 THE GIAOUR. 41 u On cliff he hath been known to stand, " And rave as to some bloody hand " Fresh severed from its parent limb, " Invisible to all but him, " Which beckons onward to his grave, 830 " And lures to leap into the wave." # # * * =& * # # # # # * * # Dark and unearthly is the scowl That glares beneath his dusky cowl: The flash of that dilating eye Reveals too much of times gone by; S35 Though varying, indistinct its hue, Oft will his glance the gazer rue, For in it lurks that nameless spell Which speaks, itself unspeakable, A spirit yet unquelled and high, S40 That claims and keeps ascendancy ; And like the bird whose pinions quake, But cannot fly the gazing snake, Will others quail beneath his look, Nor 'scape the glance they scarce can brook. 845 42 THE GIAOUR. From him the half-affrighted Friar When met alone would fain retire, a A As if that eye and bitter smile Transferred to others fear and guile : Not oft to smile descendeth he, 850 And when he doth 'tis sad to see That he but mocks at Misery. How that pale lip will curl and quiver ! Then fix once more as if for ever ; As if his sorrow or disdain S55 Forbade him e'er to smile again. Well were it so — such ghastly mirth From joyaunce ne'er derived its birth. But sadder still it were to trace What once were feelings in that face : 860 Time hath not yet the, features fixed, But brighter traits with evil mixed ; And there are hues not always faded, Which speak a mind not all degraded Even by the crimes through which it waded : S65 The common crowd but see the gloom Of wayward deeds, and fitting doom ; THE GIAOUR. 43 The close observer can espy A noble soul, and lineage high : Alas ! though both bestowed in vain, 870 Which Grief could change, and Guilt could stain, It was no vulgar tenement To which such lofty gifts were lent, And still with little less than dread On such the sight is riveted. B75 The roofless cot, decayed and rent, Will 6carce delay the passer by; The tower by war or tempest bent, While yet may frown one battlement, Demands and daunts the stranger's eye; 8 SO Each ivied arch, and pillar lone, Pleads haughtily for glories gone ! " His floating robe around him folding, " Slow sweeps he through the columned aisle ; " With dread beheld, with gloom beholding 88\5 " The rites that sanctify the pile. " But when the anthem shakes the choir, * And kneel the monks, his steps retire ; 44: THE GIAOUR. " By yonder lone and wavering torch " His aspect glares within the porch ; 890 *' There will he pause till all is done — " And hear the prayer, but utter none. " See — by the half-illumined wall " His hood fly back, his dark hair fall, u That pale brow wildly wreathing round, S<)5 u As if the Gorgon there had bound " The sablest of the serpent-braid " That o'er her fearful forehead strayed : " For he declines the convent oath, " And leaves those locks unhallowed growth, 900 " But wears our garb in all beside ; ° And, not from piety but pride, " Gives wealth to walls that never heard " Of his one holy vow nor word. " Lo! — mark ye, as the harmony QU5 " Peals louder praises to the sky, " That livid cheek, that stony air a Of mixed defiance and despair ! " Saiut Francis, keep him from the shrine ! " Else may we dread the wrath divine 910 THE GIAOUR. 45 " Made manifest by awful sign. 11 If ever evil angel bore " The form of mortal, such he wore : " By all my hope of sins forgiven, " Such looks are not of earth nor heaven ! '' 915 To love the softest hearts are prone, But such can ne'er be all his own ; Too timid in his woes to share, Too meek to meet, or brave despair; And sterner hearts alone may feel 9'iQ The wound that time can never heal. The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine, But plunged within the furnace-flame, It bends and melts — though still the same; 925 Then tempered to thy want, or will, 'Twill serve thee to defend or kill ; A breast-plate for thine hour of need, Or blade to bid thy foeman bleed; But if a dagger's form it bear, 930 Let those who shape its edge, beware ! 46 THH GIAOUR. Thus passion's fire, and woman's art, Can turn and tame the sterner heart ; From these its form and tone are ta'en, And what they make it, must remain, 935 But break — before it bend again. # # * # # # * * If solitude succeed to grief, Release from pain is slight relief; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it less. 940 We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss* — 'twere woe alone to bear ; The heart once left thus desolate Must, fly at last for ease — to hate. It is as if the dead could feel 945 The icy worm around them steal, And shudder, as the reptiles creep To revel o'er their rotting sleep, Without the power to scare away The cold consumers of their clay ! 950 THE GIAOUR- 47 It is as if the desart-bird, 39 Whose beak unlocks her bosom's stream To still her famished nestlings' scream, Nor mourns a life to them transferred, Should rend her rash devoted breast, 955 And find them flown her empty nest. The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desart of the mind, The waste of feelings unemploy'd. 960 Who would be doomed to gaze upon A sky without a cloud or sun ? Less hideous far the tempest's roar Than ne'er to brave the billows more — Thrown, when the war of winds is o'er, 9G5 A lonely wreck on fortune's shore, 'Mid sullen calm, and silent bay, Unseen to drop by dull decay ;— Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock ! 970 * # * #,* ## * j-'diT 4S THE GIAOUR. a Father ! thy days have passed in peace, u Mid counted beads, and countless prayer ; " To bid the sins of others cease, u Thyself without a crime or care, * Save transient ills that all must bear, 975 " Has been thy lot from youth to age ; " And thou wilt bless thee from the rage " Of passions fierce and uncontrolled, " Such as thy penitents unfold, " Whose secret sins and sorrows rest 980 " Within thy pure and pitying breast. " My days, though few, have passed below " In much of joy, but more of woe; " Yet still in hours of love or strife, " I've 'scaped the weariness of life : 985 " Now leagued with friends, now girt by foes, u I loathed the languor of repose. " Now nothing left to love or hate, " No more with hope or pride elate, " I'd rather be the thing that crawls 990 " Most noxious o'er a dungeon's walls, THE GIAOUR. 49 " Than pass my dull, unvarying days, " Condemned to meditate and gaze. " Yet, lurks a wish within my breast " For rest — but not to feel 'tis rest. 995 " Soon shall my fate that wish fulfil; " And I shall sleep without the dream " Of what I was, and would be still, " Dark as to thee my deeds may seem : " My memory now is but the tomb I00&? " Of joys long dead; my hope, their doom : " Though better to have died with those " Than bear a life of lingering Woes. " My spirit shrunk not to sustain " The searching throes of ceaseless pain; 1005 " Nor sought the self-accorded grave " Of ancient fool and modern knave : " Yet death I have not feared to meet ; " And in the field it had been sweet, " Had danger wooed me on to move 1010 " The slave of glory, not of love. " I've braved it— -not for honour's boast ; " I smile at laurels won or lost ; s 50 THE GIAOUR. " To such let others carve their way, lt For high renown, or hireling pay: 1015 " But place again before my eyes " Aught that I deem a worthy prize ; u The maid I love, the man I hate, " And I will hunt the steps of fate, " To save or slay, as these require, 1020 " Through rending steel, and rolling fire ; " Nor needst thou doubt this speech from one " Who would but do — what he hath done. " Death is but what the haughty brave, " The weak must bear, the wretch must crave; 1025 " Then let Life go to him who gave : '* I have not quailed to danger's brow " When high and happy — need I now ? •V. JA. Jf- ^f. M, Ji. M, %u "TV- "71* "71* *7t' "Tr ■7f i ^f ^ " I loved her, friar ! nay, adored— - " But these are words that all can use — 1030 *' I proved it more in deed than word ; " There's blood upon that dinted sword, THE GIAOUR. 51 " A stain its steel can never lose : u 'Twas shed for her, who died for me, " It warmed the heart of one abhorred : 1035 " Nay, start not — no — nor bend thy knee, " Nor midst my sins such act record; ° Thou wilt absolve me from the deed, " For he was hostile to thy creed ! *' The very name of Nazarene 1040 ** Was wormwood to his Paynim spleen. " Ungrateful fool ! since but for brands " Well wielded in some hardy hands, " And wounds by Galileans given, " The surest pass to Turkish heav'n, 1045 " For him his Houris still might wait " Impatient at the prophet's gate. " I loved her — love will find its way " Through paths where wolves would fear to prey, " And if it dares enough, 'twere hard 1050 " If passion met not some reward — ** No matter how, or where, or why, " I did not vainly seek, nor sigh : £ 2 52 THE GIAOUK. " Yet sometimes, with remorse, in vain tl I wish she had not loved again. 1055 * She died — I dare not tell thee how ; " But look — 'tis written on my brow ! " There read of Cain the curse and crime, u In characters unworn by time : " Still, ere thou dost condemn me, pause - r 1060 " Not mine the act, though I the cause. " Yet did he but what I had done " Had she been false to more than one. " Faithless to him, he gave the blow ;• " But true to me, I laid him low : 1065 " Howe'er deserved her doom might be, u Her treachery was truth to me ; f* To me she gave her heart, that all " Which tyranny can ne'er enthrall ; " And I, alas ! too late to save ! 1070 " Yet all I then could give, I gave, " 'Twas some relief, our foe a grave. " His death sits lightly ; but her fate " Has made me — what thou well may'st hate. u His doom was sealed—he knew it well, 1075 THE GIAOUR. 53 " Warned by the voice of stem Taheer, " Deep in whose darkly boding ear 40 " The deathshot pealed of murder near, m As filed the troop to where they fell ! " He died too in the battle broil, 1080 ■** A time that heeds nor pain nor toil ; " One cry to Mahomet for aid, <* One prayer to Alia all he made : " He knew and crossed me in the fray — " I gazed upon him where he lay, 1085 " And watched his spirit ebb away : " Though pierced like Pard by hunters' steel, " He felt not half that now I feel. M I searched, but vainly searched, to find " The workings of a wounded mind ; 1 0Q0 " Each feature of that sullen corse " Betrayed his rage, but no remorse. " Oh, what had Vengeance given to trace " Despair upon his dying face ! " The late repentance of that hour, 1095 " When Penitence hath lost her power 54 THE GIAOUR. " To tear one terror from the grave, " And will not soothe, and can not save. # # #* # # * # " The cold in clime are cold in blood, " Their love can scarce deserve the name ; 1100 " But mine was like the lava flood " That boils in ^Etna's breast of flame. " I cannot prate in puling strain " Of ladye-love, and beauty's chain : " If changing cheek, and scorching vein, 1105 " Lips taught to writhe, but not complain, " If bursting heart, and mad'hing brain, " And daring deed, and vengeful steel, " And all that I have felt, and feel, " Betoken love — that love was mine, 1110 " And shewn by many a bitter sign. " 'Tis true, I could not whine nor sigh, '* I knew but to obtain or die. " I die — but first I have possess'd, " And come what may, I have been blest. J 11 5 " Shall I the doom I sought upbraid ? " No — reft of all, yet undismayed THE GIAOUR. 55 tl But for the thought of Leila slain, " Give me the pleasure with the pain, " So would I live and love again. 1120 " I grieve, but not, my holy guide ! 11 For him who dies, but her who died : " She sleeps beneath the wandering wave— u Ah ! had she but an earthly grave, " ^his breaking heart and throbbing head 1 125 " Should seek and share her narrow bed. '* She was a form of life and light, ** That, seen, became a part of sight ; " And rose, where'er 1 turned mine eye, " The Morning-star of Memory ! 1 1 30 " Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven ; " A spark of that immortal fire " With angels shared, by Alia given, " To lift from earth our low desire. " Devotion wafts the mind above, 1 135 " But Heaven itself descends in love ; " A feeling from the Godhead caught, " To wean from self each sordid thought ; -6*jl. J^™> If.™ , te— ^ V^u~~- JJr^y^E , **** Uixj -ru?U, Ur {>**&*> [. CIV " -^ u * sa y» on sav > hers was not guilt ! jht, VL £ti*w r v^> U^ ^ fu/M\ t Why maryel ^. Jf tJiey who loge ^J^^ " This present joy, this future hope, 1150 ( f No more with sorrow meekly cope ; " In phrenzy then their fate accuse : " In madness do those fearful deeds " That seem to add but guilt to woe ? " Alas ! the breast that inly bleeds 1155 " Hath nought to dread from outward blow : " Who falls from all he knows of bliss, " Cares little into what abyss. " Fierce as the gloomy vulture's now " To thee, old man, my deeds appear : 1 160 THE GIAOUR. 51 " I read abhorrence on thy brow, " And this too was I born to bear ! " 'Tis true, that, like that bird of prey, " With havock have I marked my way : " But this was taught me by the dove, 1165 " To die — and know no second love. f* This lesson yet hath man to learn, " Taught by the thing he dares to spurn : " The bird that sings within the brake, " The swan that swims upon the lake, 1170 " One mate, and one alone, will take. " And let the fool still prone to range, " Andjsneer on all who cannot change, " Partake his jest with boasting boys; " I envy not his varied joys, 1175 " But deem such feeble, heartless man, " Less than yon solitary swan ; "Far, far beneath the shallow maid " He left believing and betrayed. " Such shame at least was never mine — 1180 " Leila ! each thought was only thine ! " My good, my guilt, my weal, my woe, " My hope on high — my all below. 58 THE GIAOUR. " Earth holds no other like to thee, " Or if it doth, in vain for me : 1185 " For worlds I dare not view the dame " Resembling thee, yet not the same. " The very crimes that mar my youth, " This bed of death — attest my truth— " 'Tis all too late— thou wert, thou art 1 190 " The cherished madness of my heart ! f And she was lost — and yet I breathed, " But not the breath of human life : a A serpent round my heart was wreathed, " And stung my every thought to strife. 1 195 " Alike all time, abhorred all place, " Shuddering I shrunk from Nature's face, " Where every hue that charmed before " The blackness of my bosom wore. " The rest thou dost already know, 1200 " And all my sins, and half my woe. * But talk no more of penitence ; " Thou see'st I soon shall part from hence : " And if thy holy tale were true, " The deed that's done can'st thou undo ? 1205 THE GIAOUR. 59 " Think me not thankless — but this grief " Looks not to priesthood for relief." " My soul's estate in secret guess: " But would'st thou pity more, say less. " When thou can'st bid my Leila live, 1210 " Then will I sue thee to forgive ; " Then plead my cause in that high place " Where purchased masses proffer grace. " Go, when the hunter's hand hath wrung " From forest-cave her shrieking young, 1215 " And calm the lonely lioness : " But soothe not — mock not my distress! " In earlier days, and calmer hours, " When heart with heart delights to blend, " Where bloom my native valley's bowers 1220 " I had — Ah! have I now? — a friend! o. " To him this pledge I charge thee send, " Memorial of a youthful vow ; " I would remind him of my end : '* Though souls absorbed like mine allow 1225 " Brief thought to distant friendship's ckim, " Yet dear to him my blighted name. 60 THE GIAOUR. " 'Tis strange — he prophesied my doom, " And I have smiled — I then could smile — " When Prudence would his voice assume, 1230 " And warn — I recked not what — the while : u But now remembrance whispers o'er " Those accents scarcely marked before. " Say — that his bodings came to pass, " And he will start to hear their truth, 1235 " And wish his words had not been sooth: u Tell him, unheeding as I was, " Through many a busy bitter scene " Of all our golden youth had been, " In pain, my faultering tongue had tried 1340 " To bless his memory ere I died ; 11 But heaven in wrath would turn away, w If Guilt should for the guiltless pray. u I do not ask him not to blame, " Too gentle he to wound my name ; 1245 " And what have I to do with fame ? " 1 do not ask him not to mourn, " Such cold request might sound like scorn ; THE GIAOUR. 61 H And what than friendship's manly tear " May better grace a brother's bier ? 1250 " But bear this ring, his own of old, " And tell him — what thou dost behold ! " The withered frame, the ruined mind, " The wrack by passion left behind, " A shrivelled scroll, a scattered leaf, 1255 " Seared by the autumn blast of grief ! " Tell me no more of fancy's gleam, " No, father, no, 'twas not a dream ; ** Alas ! the dreamer first must sleep, " I only watched, and wished to weep \ 1260 " But could not, for my burning brow " Throbbed to the very brain as now : " I wished but for a single tear, " As something welcome, new, and dear. " I wished it then, I wish it still, 1265 " Despair is stronger than my will. " Waste not thine orison, despair " Is mightier than thy pious prayer : 62 THE GIAOUR. " I would not, if I might, be blest, " I want no paradise, but rest. 1270 " Twas then, I tell thee, father ! then " I saw her ; yes, she lived again ; " And shining in her white symar, 42 " As through yon pale grey cloud the star " Which now I gaze on, as on her, 1275 " Who looked and looks far lovelier; " Dimly I view its trembling spark ; " To-morrow's night shall be more dark ; " And I, before its rays appear, " That lifeless thing the living fear. 1280 " I wander, father ! for my soul " Is fleeting towards the final goal. " I saw her, friar! and I rose « Forgetful of our former woes ; " And rushing from my couch, I dart, 1285 " And clasp her to my desperate heart ; " I clasp — what is it that I clasp ? " No breathing form within my grasp, " No heart that beats reply to mine, " Yet, Leila! yet the form is thine! 1290 THE GIAOUR. 63 11 And art thou, dearest, changed so much, " As meet my eye, yet mock my touch ? '* Ah! were thy beauties e'er so cold, " I care not; so my arms enfold " The all they ever wished to hold. 1295 " Alas ! around a shadow prest, " They shrink upon my lonely breast ; " Yet still 'tis there ! In silence stands, " And beckons with beseeching hands ! " With braided hair, and bright-black eye — 1 '300 " I knew 'twas false — she could not die ! " But he is dead ! within the dell tl I saw him buried where he fell ; " He comes not, for he cannot break cl From earth ; why then art thou awake ? 1305 " They told me wild waves rolled above " The face I view, the form I love ; '* They told me — 'twas a hideous tale ! M I'd tell it, but my tongue would fail : " If true, and from thine ocean-cave 1310 " Thou com'st to claim a calmer grave j " Oh! pass thy dewy fingers o'er " This brow that then will burn no more; 64 THE GIAOUR. " Or place them on my hopeless heart : " But, shape or shade! whate'er thou art, 1315 " In mercy ne'er again depart ! " Or farther with thee bear my soul " Than winds can waft or waters roll! 7r vP 9P 9F *