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For, not unhappy in her master's love,
And joyful in a mother's gentlest cares,
Blest cares! all other feelings far above !
Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears,
Who never quits the breast, no meaner passion shares.
In marbled-paved pavilion, where a spring Of living water from the centre rose, Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling, And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose, Ali reclined, a man of war and woes : Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace, While Gentleness her milder radiance throws Along that aged venerable face, The deeds that lurk beneath, and stain him with disgrace.
It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard
Ill suits the passions which belong to youth ;
Love conquers age -
so Hafiz hath averr'd,
So sings the Teian, and he sings in sooth
But crimes that scorn the tender voice of Ruth,
Beseeming all men ill, but most the man
In years, have mark'd him with a tiger's tooth ;
Blood follows blood, and, through their mortal span
In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began.
'Mid many things most new to ear and eye
The pilgrim rested here his weary feet,
And gazed around on Moslem luxury,
Till quickly wearied with that spacious seat
Of Wealth and Wantonness, the choice retreat
Of sated Grandeur from the city's noise :
And were it humbler it in sooth were sweet;
But Peace abhorreth artificial joys,
And Pleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of both destroys.
Fierce are Albania's children, yet they lack
Not virtues, were those virtues more mature.
Where is the foe that ever saw their back ?
Who can so well the toil of war endure ?
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in doubtful time of troublous need :
Their wrath how deadly! but their friendship sure,
When Gratitude or Valour bids them bleed,
Unshaken rushing on where'er their chief may lead.
Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain's tower
Thronging to war in splendour and success;
And after view'd them, when, within their power,
Himself awhile the victim of distress ;
That saddening hour when bad men hotlier press :
But these did shelter him beneath their roof,
When less barbarians would have cheer'd him less,
And fellow-countrymen have stood aloof — ()
In aught that tries the heart how low withstand the proof!
It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark
Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore,
When all around was desolate and dark ;
To land was perilous, to sojourn more ;
Yet for a while the mariners forbore,
Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk :
At length they ventured forth, though doubting sore
That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk
Might once again renew their ancient butcher-work.
LXVIII. Vain fear! the Suliotes stretch'd the welcome hand, Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp, Kinder than polish'd slaves though not so bland, And piled the hearth, and wrung their garments damp, And fill'd the bowl, and trimm'd the checrful lamp, And spread their fare; though homely, all they had : Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stamp —
To rest the weary and to soothe the sad, Doth lesson happier men, and shames at least the bad.
It came to pass, that when ho did address
Himself to quit at length this mountain-land,
(1) Alluding to the wrockers of Cornwall.
Combined marauders half-way
And wasted far and near with glaive and brand ;
And therefore did he take a trusty band
To traverse Acarnania's forest wide.
In war well season'd, and with labours tann'd,
Till he did greet white Achelous' tide,
And from his further bank Ætolia's worlds espied.
Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove,
And weary waves retire to gleam at rest,
How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove,
Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast,
As winds come lightly whispering from the west,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene :-
Here Harold was received a welcome guest ;
Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene,
For many a joy could he from Night's soft presence gloan.
On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed,
The feast was done, the red wine circling fast, (")
And he that unawares had there gazed
With gaping wonderment had stared aghast ;
For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past,
The native revels of the troop began;
Each Palikar (*) his sabre from him cast,
And bounding hand in hand, man link'd to man,
Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunced the kirtled clan.
Childe Harold at a little distance stood
And view'd, but not displeased, the revelrie,
Nor hated harmless mirth, however rude :
In sooth, it was no vulgar sight to see
Their barbarous, yet their not indecent, glee ;
And, as the flames along their faces gleam'd,
Their gestures nimble, dark eyes flashing free,
*The long wild locks that to their girdles stream’d, While thus in concert they this lay half sang, half scream d:(") (I) The Albanian Mussulmans do not abstain from wine, and, indeed very few of
(2) Palikar, shortened when addressed to a single person, from Iadıkapı, a general name for a soldier amongst the Greeks and Albanuse who speak Rómaic - it means, properly “ a lad."
(3) For a specimen of the Albanian or Arnaout dialect of the Illyric, soe Apo pendix to this Canto, Note (C).
TAMBOURGI! Tambourgi! (“) thy 'larum afar
Gives hope to the valiant, and promise of war ;
All the sons of the mountains arise at the note,
Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote! (R)
Oh! who is more brave than a dark Suliote,
In his snowy camese and his shaggy capote?
To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock,
And descends to the plain like the stream from the rock.
Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive
The fault of a friend, bid an enemy
Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego?
What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe?
Macedonia sends forth her invincible race;
For a time they abandon the cave and the chase :
But those scarfs of blood-red shall be redder, before
The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.
Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves,
And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves,
Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar,
And track to his covert the captive on shore.
I ask not the pleasures that riches supply,
My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy :
Shall win the young bride with her long flowing hair
And many a maid from her mother shall tear.
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth,
Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall soothe :
Let her bring from the chamber her many-toned lyre,
And sing us a song on tho full of her sire.
(2). These Stanzas are partly taken from different Albanese songs, as far as was able to make them out by the exposition of the Albanese in Romaic and Italian.
Remember the moment when Previsa fell, (")
The shrieks of the conquer'd, the conquerors' yell,
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared,
The wealthy we slaughter'd, the lovely we spared.
I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear ;
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier :
Since the days of our prophet the Crescent ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pashaw.
10. Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped, Let the yellow-hair'd (") Giaours (") view his horse-tail (*)
with dread ; When his Delbis (6) come dashing in blood o'er the banks, How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks !
Selictar! (TM) unsheath then our chief's scimitar:
Tambourgi! thy 'laruin gives promise of war.
Ye mountains, that see us descend to the shore,
Shall view us as victors, or view us no more !
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! ()
Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great!
Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth,
And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ?
Not such thy sons who whilóme did await,
The hopeless warriors of a willing doom,
In bleak Thermopylue's sepulchral strait-
Oh! who that gallant spirit shall resume,
Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb ?
(1) It was taken by storm from the French.
(2) Yellow is the epithet given to the Russians. (3) Infidel.
(4) Horse.tails are the insignia of a Pacha.
(5) Horsemen, answering to our forlorn hope, (6) Sword-bearer.
(7) Some thoughts on this subject will be found in the Appendix to this Canto Note [D.]