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One half the Grecian army made a bridge
Of safe and slow retreat, with Moslem dead;
The other-

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Islanded By victor myriads, formed in hollow square With rough and steadfast front, and thrice

flung back The deluge of our foaming cavalry; Thrice their keen wedge of battle pierced our

lines. Our baffled army trembled like one man Before a host, and gave them space; but soon, From the surrounding hills, the batteries blazed,

380 Kneading them down with fire and iron rain : Yet none approached ; till, like a field of corn Under the hook of the swart sickleman, The band, intrenched in mounds of Turkish

dead, Grew weak and few.-Then said the Pacha,

“Slaves, “Render yourselves — they have abandoned

you“What hope of refuge, or retreat, or aid ? “We grant your lives.” “ Grant that which is

Cried one, and fell upon his sword and died ! Another—“God, and man, and hope abandon me;

390 “But I to them, and to myself, remain “ Constant:”.he bowed his head, and his heart


A third exclaimed, “There is a refuge, tyrant, Where thou darest not pursue, and canst not

harm, “Should'st thou pursue; there we shall meet

again.” Then held his breath, and, after a brief spasm, The indignant spirit cast its mortal garment Among the slain-dead earth upon the earth! So these survivors, each by different ways, 399 Some strange, all sudden, none dishonourable, Met in triumphant death; and when our army Closed in, while yet wonder, and awe, and

shame, Held back the base hyenas of the battle That feed upon the dead and fly the living, One rose out of the chaos of the slain : And if it were a corpse which some dread

spirit Of the old saviours of the land we rule Had lifted in its anger wandering by ;Or if there burned within the dying man Unquenchable disdain of death, and faith 410 Creating what it feigned ;-I cannot tellBut he cried, “ Phantoms of the free, we come! Armies of the Eternal, ye who strike “ To dust the citadels of sanguine kings, “ And shake the souls throned on their stony

hearts, “And thaw their frost-work diadems like

dew ;“ O ye who float around this clime, and weave “ The garment of the glory which it wears, “ Whose fame, though earth betray the dust it

clasped, “ Lies sepulchred in monumental thought ;“ Progenitors of all that yet is great, 421 Ascribe to your bright senate, O accept

“In your high ministrations, us, your sons“Us first, and the more glorious yet to come! “And ye, weak conquerors ! giants who look

pale “When the crushed worm rebels beneath your

tread, “The vultures and the dogs, your pensioners

tame, “Are overgorged; but, like oppressors, still They crave the relic of Destruction's feast. “The exhalations and the thirsty winds 430 “Are sick with blood; the dew is foul with

death; “ Heaven's light is quenched in slaughter: thus,

where'er “Upon your camps, cities, or towers, or fleets, “The obscene birds the reeking remnants cast “Of these dead limbs,-upon your streams and

mountains, “Upon your fields, your gardens, and your

house-tops, “Where'er the winds shall creep, or the clouds

fly, “Or the dews fall, or the angry sun look down “With poisoned light-Famine and Pestilence, “ And Panic, shall wage war upon our side! 440 “Nature from all her boundaries is moved “ Against ye: Time has found ye light as foam. “ The Earth rebels; and Good and Evil stake “Their empire o'er the unborn world of men On this one cast ;--but ere the die be thrown, “ The renovated genius of our race, “ Prouà umpire of the impious game, descends A seraph-winged Victory, bestriding “ The tempest of the Omnipotence of God, “Which sweeps all things to their appointed


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“And you to oblivion !"--More he would

have said, But

Died—as thou shouldst ere thy lips had

Their ruin in the hues of our success.
A rebel's crime gilt with a rebel's tongue!
Your heart is Greek, Hassan.


It may be so : A spirit not my own wrenched me within, And I have spoken words I fear and hate; Yet would I die for


Live! ().live! outlive Me and this sinking empire. But the fleet

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MAHMUD. The fleet which, like a flock of clouds 460 Chased by the wind, flies the insurgent banner. Our wingèd-castles from their merchant ships ! Our myriads before their weak pirate bands! Our arms before their chains ! our years of

empire Before their centuries of servile fear! Death is awake! Repulse is on the waters! They own no more the thunder-bearing banner Of Mahmud; but, like hounds of a base breed, Gorge from a stranger's hand, and rend their


Latmos, and Ampelos, and Phanæ, saw
The wreck-



The caves of the Icarian isles Told each to the other in loud mockery, And with the tongue as of a thousand echoes, First of the sea-convulsing fight-and, then, Thou darest to speak—senseless are the moun

tains : Interpret thou their voice!


My presence bore A part in that day's shame. The Grecian

fleet Bore down at day-break from the North, and

hung As multitudinous on the ocean line, As cranes upon the cloudless Thracian wind. 480 Our squadron, convoying ten thousand men, Was stretching towards Nauplia when the

battle Was kindled. First through the hail of our artillery The agile Hydriote barks with press of sail Dashed:-ship to ship, cannon to cannon,


To man were grappled in the embrace of war, Inextricable but by death or victory. The tempest of the raging fight convulsed To its crystalline depths that stainless sea, 490 And shook Heaven's roof of golden morning . clouds, Poised on an hundred azure mountain-isles. In the brief trances of the artillery

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