White is the glassy deck, without a stain,
Where on the watch the staid Lieutenant walks
Look on that part which sacred doth remain
For the lone chieftain, who majestic stalks,
Silent and fear'd by all--not oft he talks
With aught beneath him, if he would preserve
That strict restraint, which broken, ever balks

Conquest and Fame : but Britons rarely swerve (nerve. From Law, however stern, which tends their strength to


Blow! swiftly blow, thou keel-compelling gale!
Till the broad sun withdraws his lessening ray ;
Then must the pennant-bearer slacken sail,
That lagging barks may make their lazy way.
Ah, grievance sore, and listless dull delay,
To waste on sluggish hulks the sweetest breeze!
What leagues are lost before the dawn of day,
Thus loitering pensive on the willing seas,
The flapping sail haul'd down to halt for logs like these !

The moon is up; by Heaven a lovely eve!
Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand ;
Now lads on shore may sigh, and maids believe :
Such be our fate when we return to land !
Meantime soine rude Arion's restless band
Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love;
A circle there of merry listeners stand,

Or to some well-known measure featly move, Thoughtless, as if on shore they still were free to rove.

XXII. Through Calpe's straits survey the steepy shore; Europe and Afric on each other gaze ! Lands of the dark-eyed Maid and dusky Moor Alike beheld beneath pale Hecate's blaze : How softly on the Spanish shore she plays, Disclosing rock, and slope, and forest brown, Distinct, though darkening with her waning phase ;

But Mauritania's giant-shadows frown, Prom mountain-cliff to coast descending sombre down.

, 'Tis vigbt, when Meditation bids us feel
We once have lov'd, though love is at an end ;
The heart, lone mourner of its baffled zeal;
Though friendless now, will dream it had a friend.
Who with the weight of years would wish to bend,
When Youth itself survives young Love and Joy ?
Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend,

Death hath but little left him to destroy !
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy

Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side,
To gaze on Dian's wave-reflected sphere;
The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and Pride,
And flies unconscious o'er each backward year.,
None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear ;
A flashing pang ! of which the weary breast
Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest.

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot bath ne'er, or rarely been ;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ;
This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold

[roll’d. Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores un.

But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tir'd denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress !
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less

Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought and sued;
This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude!

More, blest the life of godly Eremite,
Such as on lonely Athos may be seen,
Watcbiüg at Eve upon the giant height,
That looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene,
That he who there at such an hour hath been
Will wistful linger on that hallow'd spot;
Then slowly tear him from the'witching scene,

Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot,
Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot..

Pass we the long, unvarying course, the track
Oft trod, that never leaves a trace behind;
Pass we the calm, the gale, the change, the tack,
And each well known caprice of wave and wind;
Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find,
Coop'd in their winged sea-girt citadel;
The foul, the fair, the contrary, the kind,

As breezes rise and fall and billows swell,
Till on some jocund morn-lo, land! and all is well.

But not in silence pass Calypso's isles, (10)
The sister tenants of the midlde deep;
There for the weary still a haven smiles,
Though the fair goddess long hath ceas'd to weep,
And o'er her cliffs a fruitless watch to keep
For him who dar'd prefer a mortal bride;
Here, too, his boy essay'd the dreadful leap

Stern Mentor urg'd from high to yonder tide,
While thus of both bereft, the nymph.queen doubly sigh'd.

Her reign is past, her gentle glories gone
But trust not this; too easy youth, beware!
A mortal sovereign holds her dangerous throne,
And thou may'st find a new Calypso there.
Sweet Florence ! could another ever share
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine;
But check'd by every tie, I'may not dare

To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine,
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.

Thus Harold deem'd as on that lady's eye
He look'd, and wet its beam without a thought,
Save Admiration glanciog harmless by;
Love kept aloof, albeit not far remote,
Who knew his votary often lost and caught,
But knew him as his worshipper no more,
And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought;
Since now he vainly urg'd him to adore,
Well deem'd the little God his ancient sway was o'er.

Fair Florence found, in sooth with some amaze,
One who,'twas said, still sigh'd to all he saw,
Withstand, unmov'd, the lustre of her gaze,
Which others hail'd with real, or mimic awe,
Their hope, their doom, their punishment, their law;
All that gay beauty from her boudsmen claims :
And much she marvell’d that a youth so raw,

Nor felt, nor feign'd at least, the oft-told flames, Which, though sometimes they frown, yet rarely anger XXXIII.

Little knew she that seeming marble-heart,
Now mask'd in silence or withheld by pride,
Was not unskilful in the spoiler's art,
And spread its snares licentious far and wide;
Nor from the base pursuit had turn'd aside,
As long as aught was worthy to pursue :
But Harold on such arts no more relied ;

And had he doated on those eyes so blue,
Yet never would he join the lover's whining crew.

Not much he kens, I ween, of's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs ;
What careth she for hearts when once possess'd ?
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes;
But not too humbly, or she will despise
Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes ;
Disguise ev'n tenderness, if thou art wise,

Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes ;[hopes, Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passiou crowns thy

'Tis an old lesson ; Time approves it true,
And those who know it best, deplore it most ;
When all is won that all desire to woo,
The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost;
Youth wasted, minds degraded, honour lost,
These are thy fruits, successful Passion ! these!
If, kindly cruel, early Hope is crost,

Still to the last it rankles, a disease,
Not to be cur'd when Love itself forgets to please.

Away ! nor let me loiter in my song,
For we have many a mountain-path to tread,
And many a varied shore to sail, along,
By pensive Sadness, not by Fiction, led-
Climes, fair withal as ever mortal head
Imagín'd in its little schemes of thought;
Or e'er in new Utopias were ared,

To teach man what he might be, or he ought ;
If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught.

Dear Nature is the kindest mother still,
Though alway changing, in her aspect mild ;
From her bare bosom let me take my fill,
Her never-wean'd, though not her favour'd child.
Oh ! she is fairest in her features wild,
Where nothing polish'd dares pollute her path;
To me by day or night she ever snilld,

Though I have mark'd her when none other bath,
And sought her more and more, and lov'd her best in wrath,

Land of Albania !(11) where Iskander rose,
Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise,
And he his name-sake, whose oft-baffled foes
Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprize;
Land of Albania ! let me bend mine eyes
On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage men!
The cross descends, thy minarets arise,

And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen,
Through many a cypress grove within each city's ken.

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