This drunkenness of triumph ere it die, And, dying, bring despair.-"Victory!"--Poor slaves [Exit MAHMUD. Voice without. Shout in the jubilee of death! The Greeks Are as a brood of lions in the net, Round which the kingly hunters of the earth From Thule to the girdle of the world, Come, feast! The board groans with the flesh of men- Famine and Thirst await: eat, drink, and die! SEMICHORUS I. Victorious Wrong with vulture scream Salutes the risen sun, pursues the flying day! Who shall impede her flight? Who rob her of her prey? Voice without. Victory! victory! Russia's famished eagles Impale the remnant of the Greeks! despoil! SEMICHORUS II. Thou voice which art The herald of the ill in splendour hid! Of Monarchy! bear me to thine abode Or to some toppling promontory proud Of solid tempest, whose black pyramid, Riven, overhangs the founts intensely brightening Of those dawn-tinted deluges of fire, Before their waves expire, When heaven and earth are light, and only light, Voice without. Victory! victory! Austria, Russia, England, And that tame serpent, that poor shadow, France, Cry peace; and that means death when monarchs speak. Alas for Liberty, If numbers, wealth, or unfulfilling years, D Or fate, can quell the free! Torments, or contumely, or the sneers Of erring-judging men, Can break the heart where it abides! Alas! if Love, whose smile makes this obscure world splendid Alas for Love! And Truth, who wanderest lone and unbefriended, SEMICHORUS II. Repulse, with plumes from Conquest torn, At length they wept aloud and cried "The sea! the sea!”— Rome was-and young Atlantis shall become- Of all whose step wakes Power lulled in her savage lair. Whose fairest thoughts and limbs were built And now She knew not pain or guilt. O Victory, blush! and Empire, tremble! If Greece must be A wreck, yet shall its fragments re-assemble, To Amphionic music, on some cape sublime SEMICHORUS I. Let the tyrants rule the desert they have made; Our dead shall be the seed of their decay, Voice without. Victory! victory! The bought Briton sends Now shall the blazon of the cross be veiled, Kill! crush! despoil! Let not a Greek escape! SEMICHORUS I. Darkness has dawned in the east The death-birds descend to their feast. Let Freedom and Peace flee far To a sunnier strand, And follow Love's folding-star To the evening land. SEMICHORUS II. The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire The weak day is dead, ; But the night is not born; And, like loveliness panting with wild desire Hesperus flies from awakening night, And pants in its beauty and speed with light Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the free! To climes where now, veiled by the ardour of day, From waves on which weary noon Between kingless continents sinless as Eden, SEMICHORUS I. Through the sunset of hope, What paradise islands of glory gleam! Their shadows more clear float by The sound of their oceans, the light of their sky, And Greece, which was dead, is arisen! CHORUS. The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam A brighter Hellas rears its mountains A new Peneus rolls his fountains Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep A loftier Argo cleaves the main, And loves, and weeps, and dies; Oh! write no more the tale of Troy, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, And leave, if nought so bright may live, Saturn and Love their long repose Shall burst, more bright and good Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers, Oh cease! must hate and death return? The world is weary of the past,- . 1. OH! there are spirits in the air, And genii of the evening breeze, As starbeams among twilight trees:- Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet. 2. With mountain winds, and babbling springs, And moonlight seas, that are the voice Of these inexplicable things, Thou didst hold commune, and rejoice When they did answer thee. But they Cast like a worthless boon thy love away. 3. And thou hast sought in starry eyes Beams that were never meant for thine, To a fond faith! Still dost thou pine? |