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One cry from the destroyed and the destroyer
Rose, and a cloud of desolation wrapped
The unforeseen event, till the north wind
Sprung from the sea, lifting the heavy veil
Of battle-smoke-then victory-victory!
For, as we thought, three frigates from Algiers
Bore down from Naxos to our aid, but soon 500
The abhorred cross glimmered behind, before,
Among, around us; and that fatal sign
Dried with its beams the strength in Moslem

hearts, As the sun drinks the dew.-What more? We

fled !Our noonday path over the sanguine foam Was beaconed,—and the glare struck the sun

pale,By our consuming transports: the fierce light Made all the shadows of our sails blood-red, And every countenance blank. Some ships lay

feeding The ravening fire, even to the water's level; 510 Some were blown up; some, settling heavily, Sunk; and the shrieks of our companions

died Upon the wind, that bore us fast and far, Even after they were dead. Nine thousand

perished ! We met the vultures legioned in the air Stemming the torrent of the tainted wind; They, screaming from their cloudy mountain

peaks, Stooped through the sulphurous battle-smoke

and perched Each on the weltering carcase that we loved, Like its ill angel or its damned soul 520 Riding upon the bosom of the sea. We saw the dog-fish hastening to their feast.

Joy waked the voiceless people of the sea,
And ravening Famine left his ocean cave
To dwell with War, with us, and with Despair.
We met night three hours to the west of

And with night, tempest --


Enter a Messenger.

Your Sublime Highness, That Christian hound the Muscovite Ambas

sador Has left the city. If the rebel fleet Had anchored in the port, had victory 530 Crowned the Greek legions in the Hippodrome, Panic were tamer.-Obedience and Mutiny, Like giants in contention planet-struck, Stand gazing on each other.—There is peace In Stamboul.


Is the grave not calmer still? Its ruins shall be mine.

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After the war is fought, yield the sleek Russian That which thou canst not keep, his deserved

portion Of blood, which shall not flow through streets

and fields, Rivers and seas, like that which we may win, But stagnate in the veins of Christian slaves !

Enter second Messenger.

SECOND MESSENGER. Nauplia, Tripolizza, Mothon, Athens, Navarin, Artas, Monembasia, Corinth and Thebes are carried by assault, And every Islamite who made his dogs Fat with the flesh of Galilean slaves 550 Passed at the edge of the sword: the lust of

blood, Which made our warriors drunk, is quenched

in death; But like a fiery plague breaks out anew In deeds which make the Christian cause look

pale In its own light. The garrison of Patras Has store but for ten days, nor is there hope But from the Briton : at once slave and tyrant His wishes still are weaker than his fears, Or he would sell what faith may yet remain From the oaths broke in Genoa and in Norway; And if you buy him not, your treasury 561 Is empty even of promises his own coin. The freedman of a western poet chief Holds Attica with seven thousand rebels, And has beat back the Pacha of Negropont: The agèd Ali sits in Yanina A crownless metaphor of empire: His name, that shadow of his withered might,

Holds our besieging army like a spell
In prey to famine, pest, and mutiny;

He, bastioned in his citadel, looks forth
Joyless upon the sapphire lake that mirrors
The ruins of the city where he reigned
Childless and sceptreless. The Greek has reaped
The costly harvest his own blood matured,
Not the sower, Ali—who has bought a truce
From Ypsilanti with ten camel-loads
Of Indian gold.

Enter a third Messenger.


What more?

The Christian tribes
Of Lebanon and the Syrian wilderness
Are in revolt ;—Damascus, Hems, Aleppo 580
Tremble ;—the Arab menaces Medina,
The Æthiop has intrenched himself in Sennaar,
And keeps the Egyptian rebel well employed,
Who denies homage, claims investiture
As price of tardy aid. Persia demands
The cities on the Tigris, and the Georgians
Refuse their living tribute. Crete and Cyprus,
Like mountain-twins that from each other's

veins Catch the volcano-fire and earthquake spasm, Shake in the general fever. Through the city, Like birds before a storm, the Santons shriek; And prophesyings horrible and new 592 Are heard among the crowd: that sea of men Sleeps on the wrecks it made, breathless and still. A Dervise, learned in the Koran, preaches

i Virgins sent annually to replenish the Sultan's seraglio.-ED.

That it is written how the sins of Islam
Must raise up a destroyer even now.
The Greeks expect a Saviour from the west,
Who shall not come, men say, in clouds and glory,
But in the omnipresence of that spirit 600
In which all live and are. Ominous signs
Are blazoned broadly on the noon-day sky:
One saw a red cross stamped upon the sun;
It has rained blood; and monstrous births

The secret wrath of Nature and her Lord.
The army encamped upon the Cydaris,
Was roused last night by the alarm of battle,
And saw two hosts conflicting in the air,
The shadows doubtless of the unborn time
Cast on the mirror of the night. While yet 610
The fight hung balanced, there arose a storm
Which swept the phantoms from among the stars.
At the third watch the spirit of the plague
Was heard abroad flapping among the tents;
Those who relieved watch found the sentinels

dead. The last news from the camp is, that a thousand Have sickened, and—

Enter a fourth Messenger.


And thou, pale ghost, dim shadow Of some untimely rumour, speak ! FOURTH MESSENGER.

One comes Fainting with toil, covered with foam and blood : He stood, he says, upon Chelonites' 620 Promontory, which o’erlooks the isles that groan Under the Briton's frown, and all their waters Then trembling in the splendour of the moon,

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