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LXX.

Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove,id)
And weary waves retire to gleam at rest, way buk
How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove,
Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast, I
As winds come lightly whispering from the west,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene:—A
Here Harold was receiv'd a welcome guest;T
Nor did he pass unmov'd the gentle scene,

For many a joy could he from Night's soft presence glean.

LXXI.

On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blaz’d,

The feast was done, the red wine circling fast, 28
And he that unawares had there ygaz'd

With gaping wonderment had star'd aghast;
For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past

The native revels of the troop began;

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Each Palikar his sabre from him cast,

And bounding hand in hand, man link'd to man,

Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunc'd the kirtled clan.

W

And view'd, but not displeas'd, 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. 30

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1.

bA

31 TAMBOURGI! Tambourgi!* thy 'larum afar
Gives hope to the valiant, and promise of war';
All the sons of the mountains arise at the note, T
Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote et doc

J

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, bok And descends to the plain like the stream from the rock.

3.

Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive

The fault of a friend, bid an enemy live?

Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego? buk What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe?

4.

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 sheath'd and the battle is o'er.

5.

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,one aid nl
And track to his covert the captive on shore.

Mirol

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.

T

7.

I love the fair face of the maid in her youth,

Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall sooth;
Let her bring from the chamber her many-ton'd lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.

8.

Remember the moment when Previsa fell,'32
The shrieks of the conquer'd, the conquerors' yell';
The roofs that we fir'd, and the plunder we shar'd,
The wealthy we slaughter'd, the lovely we spar'd.de

9.

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.

Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,T

Let the yellow-hair'd* Giaours † view his horse-tail with

dread;

When his Delhis § come dashing in blood o'er the banks, How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks!

* Yellow is the epithet given to the Russians.
Horse-tails are the insignia of a Pacha.
§ Horsemen, answering to our forlorn hope.

+ Infidel.