'Conosceste i dubiosi desiri?'-DANTE.
Already shared the captives and the prize, Though far the distant foe they thus despise ; "Tis but to sail-no doubt to-morrow's sun Will see the Pirates bound-their haven won! Meantime the watch may slumber, if they will, Nor only wake to war, but dreaming kill. Though all, who can, disperse on shore and seek To flesh their glowing valour on the Greek ; How well such deed becomes the turban'd brave, To bare the sabre's edge before a slave! Infest his dwelling--but forbear to slay, Their arms are strong, yet merciful to-day, And do not deign to smite because they may ! Unless some gay caprice suggests the blow, To keep in practice for the coming foe. Revel and rout the evening hours beguile, And they who wish to wear a head must smile; For Moslem mouths produce their choicest cheer,
And hoard their curses, till the coast is clear.
High in his hall reclines the turban'd Seyd: Around-the bearded chiefs he came to lead. Removed the banquet, and the last pilaff- Forbidden draughts, 'tis said, he dared to quaff, Though to the rest the sober berry's juice,* The slaves bear round for rigid Moslems' use; The long chibouques + dissolving cloud supply, While dance the Almas to wild minstrelsy. The rising morn will view the chiefs embark; But waves are somewhat treacherous in the dark;
And revellers may more securely sleep
On silken couch than o'er the rugged deep; Feast there who can-nor combat till they must, And less to conquest than to Korans trust; And yet the numbers crowded in his host Might warrant more than even the Pacha's boast.
Bows his bent head, his hand salutes the flour Ere yet his tongue the trusted tidings bore: Escaped, is here-himself would tell the rest. 'A captive Dervise, from the Pirate's nest He took the sign from Seyd's assenting eye, And led the holy man in silence nigh. His arms were folded on his dark-green vest, His step was feeble, and his look deprest; Yet worn he seem'd of hardship more than years Vow'd to his God-his sable locks he wore, And pale his cheek with penance, not from fears And these his lofty cap rose proudly o'er; Around his form his loose long robe was thrown. And wrapt a breast bestow'd on Heaven alone, Submissive, yet with self-possession mann'd, He calmly met the curious eyes that scann'd; And question of his coming fain would seek, Before the Pacha's will allow'd to speak.
I had no death to fear, nor wealth to boast, Beyond the wandering freedom which I lost; At length a fisher's humble boat by night Afforded hope, and offer'd chance of flight: I seized the hour, and find my safety here; With thee-most mighty Pacha! who can fear? 'How speed the outlaws? stand they well prepared, (guard
Their plunder'd wealth, and robber's rock, Dream they of this our preparation, doom d To view with fire their scorpion nest consumed?
Pacha! the fetter'd captive's mourning eye, That weeps for flight, but ill can play the spy. I only heard the reckless waters roar, Those waves that would not bear me from the I only mark'd the glorious sun and sky, (shore. Too bright-too blue-for my captivity;
It has been objected that Conrad's entering disguised in a spy is out of nature;-perhaps so. I find something not se like it in history.
Anxious to explore with his own eyes the state of the Vandals, Majorian ventured, after disguising the colour of hair, to visit Carthage in the character of his own ambassad and Genseric was afterwards mortified by the discovery the Such an anecdote may be rejected as an improbable fit he had entertained and dismissed the Emperor of the Ran but it is a fiction which would not have been imagined w in the life of a hero.'-GIBBON, Decline and Fall, vol vi p 180.
And felt that all which Freedom's bosom cheers, Must break my chain before it dried my tears. This may'st thou judge, at least, from my escape, They little deem of aught in peril's shape; Else vainly had I pray'd or sought the chance That leads me here-if eyed with vigilance: The careless guard that did not see me fly, May watch as idly when thy power is nigh. Pacha! my limbs are faint-and nature craves Food for my hunger, rest from tossing waves: Permit my absence-peace be with thee! Peace With all around!-now grant repose-release.' 'Stay, Dervise! I have more to question-stay, I do command thee-sit-dost hear?-obey! More I must ask, and food the slaves shall bring; Thou shalt not pine where all are banqueting: The supper done-prepare thee to reply, Clearly and full-I love not mystery.' Twere vain to guess what shook the pious man, Who look'd not lovingly on that Divan; Nor show'd high relish for a banquet prest, And less respect for every fellow-guest. Twas but a moment's peevish hectic pass'd Along his cheek, and tranquillized as fast : He sate him down in silence, and his look Resumed the calmness which before forsook : The feast was usher'd in, but sumptuous fare He shunn'd as if some poison mingled there. For one so long condemn'd to toil and fast, Methinks he strangely spares the rich repast. 'What ails thee, Dervise? eat-dost thou sup
This feast a Christian's? or my friends thy foes? Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge. Which, once partaken, blunts the sabre's edge, Makes even contending tribes in peace unite, And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight!' 'Salt seasons dainties--and my food is still The humblest root, my drink the simplest rill; And my stern vow and order's laws oppose To break or mingle bread with friends or foes: I' may seem strange-if there be aught to dread, That peril rests upon my single head; Bat for thy sway-nay more-thy Sultan's
I taste nor bread nor banquet-save alone; Infringed our order's rule, the Prophet's rage To Mecca's dome might bar my pilgrimage.' Well-as thou wilt-ascetic as thou art- One question answer; then in peace depart. How many?-Ha! it cannot sure be day? What star-what sun is bursting on the bay? It shines a lake of fire!-away-away! Ho! treachery! my guards! my scimitar! The galleys feed the flames--and I afar! Accursed Dervise !-these thy tidings-thou Some villain spy-seize-cleave him-slay him now!'
Up rose the Dervise with that burst of light, Nor less his change of form appall'd the sight; Up rose that Dervise-not in saintly garb, But like a warrior bounding on his barb, Dash'd his high cap, and tore his robe away- Shone his mail'd breast, and flash'd his sabre's ray!
His close but glittering casque, and sable plume, More glittering eye, and black brow's sabler gloom,
Glared on the Moslems' eyes some Afrit sprite, Whose demon death-blow left no hope for fight. The wild confusion, and the swarthy glow Of flames on high, and torches from below; The shriek of terror, and the mingling yell- For swords began to clash, and shouts to swell- Flung o'er that spot of earth the air of hell! Distracted, to and fro, the flying slaves Behold but bloody shore and fiery waves; Nought heeded they the Pacha's angry cry, They seize that Dervise !-seize on Zatanai !* He saw their terror-check'd the first despair That urged him but to stand and perish there, Since far too early and too well obey'd, The flame was kindled ere the signal made; He saw their terror-from his baldric drew His bugle-brief the blast-but shrilly blew : 'Tis answer'd-' Well ye speed, my gallant
Why did I doubt their quickness of career, And deem design had left me single here?' Sheds fast atonement for its first delay; Sweeps his long arm-that sabre's whirling sway And makes the many basely quail to one. Completes his fury what their fear begun, The cloven turbans o'er the chamber spread, And scarce an arm dare rise to guard its head: Even Seyd, convulsed, o'erwhelm'd with rage, surprise,
Retreats before him, though he still defies. No craven he- and yet he dreads the blow, So much Confusion magnifies his foe! His blazing galleys still distract his sight, He tore his beard, and foaming fled the fight ;t For now the pirates pass'd the Haram gate, And burst within-and it were death to wait; Where wild Amazement shrieking-kneeling- throws
The sword aside-in vain-the blood o'erflows! The Corsairs pouring, haste to where within, Invited Conrad's bugle, and the din Of groaning victims, and wild cries for life, Proclaim'd how well he did the work of strife. They shout to find him grim and lonely there, A glutted tiger mangling in his lair!
But short their greeting, shorter his reply- 'Tis well-but Seyd escapes,—and he must die: Much hath been done, but more remains to do- Their galleys blaze-why not their city too?'
† A common and not very novel effect of Mussulman anger See Prince Eugene's Memoirs, page 24. The Seraskier re roots, because he was obliged to quit the field.'
• Tiz dervises are in colleges, and of different orders, as ceived a wound on the thigh; he plucked up his beard by the La munks.
Quick at the word, they seized him each a torch, And fire the dome from minaret to porch. A stern delight was fix'd in Conrad's eye, But sudden sunk-for on his ear the cry Of women struck, and like the deadly knell Knock'd at that heart unmoved by battle's yell. Oh! burst the Haram-wrong not on your lives One female form; remember-we have wives. On them such outrage Vengeance will repay; Man is our foe, and such 'tis ours to slay; But still we spared-must: the weaker spare Oh! I forgot-but Heaven will not forgive If at my word the helpless cease to live : Follow who will-I go-we yet have time Our souls to lighten of at least a crime.' He climbs the crackling stair-he bursts the door, Nor feels his feet glow scorching with the floor; His breath choked gasping with the volumed smoke,
With all the care defenceless beauty claims: So well could Conrad tame their fiercest mood, And check the very hands with gore imbued. But who is she whom Conrad's arms convey From reeking pile and combat's wreck away? Who but the love of him he dooms to bleed?
The Haram queen-but still the slave of Seyd?
But each strikes singly, silently, and home, And sinks outwearied rather than o'ercome, His last faint quittance rendering with his breath, Till the blade glimmers in the grasp of death!
But first, ere came the rallying host to blows, And rank to rank and hand to hand oppose,
Gulnare and all her Haram handmaids freed, Safe in the dome of one who held their creed, By Conrad's mandate safely were bestow'd, And dried those tears for life and fame that flow'd:
And when that dark-eyed lady, young Gulnare, Recall'd those thoughts late wandering in de Much did she marvel o'er the courtesy [spair, That smooth'd his accents; soften'd in his eye: 'Twas strange-that robber thus with gore be- dew'd
Seem'd gentler then than Seyd in fondest mood. The Pacha woo'd as if he deem'd the slave
Must seem delighted with the heart he gave; The Corsair vow'd protection, sooth'd affright, As if his homage were a woman's right. vain: The wish is wrong-nay, worse for female -- Yet much I long to view that chief again; If but to thank for, what my fear forgot, The life my loving lord remember'd not!'
And him she saw, where thickest carnage sprea 1, But gather'd breathing from the happier dead; Far from his band, and battling with a host That deem right dearly won the field he lost. Fell'd-bleeding-baffled of the death he sought, Brief time had Conrad now to greet Gulnare,' And snatch'd to expiate all the ills he wrought, Few words to reassure the trembling fair; Preserved to linger and to live in vain, [pair. For in that pause compassion snatch'd from war, And stanch'd the blood she saves to shed While Vengeance ponder'd o'er new plans of The foe before retiring, fast and far, With wonder saw their footsteps unpursued, But drop by drop, for Seyd's unglutted eve First slowlier fled-then rallied-then withstood. Would doom him ever dying-ne er to die! This Seyd perceives, then first perceives how few, Can this be he? triumphant late she saw, Compared with his, the Corsair's roving crew, When his red hand's wild gesture waved, a law! 'Tis he indeed-disarm'd, but undeprest, And blushes o'er his error, as he eyes His sole regret the life he still possest; The ruin wrought by panic and surprise. Alla il Alla! Vengeance swells the cryHis wounds too slight, though taken with that Shame mounts to rage that must atone or die! will, [could k Which would have kiss'd the hand that thes And flame for flame and blood for blood must Oh, were there none, of all the many given. tell, The tide of triumph ebbs that flow'd too well-To send his soul-he scarcely ask'd to heaven! Must he alone of all retain his breath, When wrath returns to renovated strife,
He deeply felt-what mortal hearts must feel. When thus reversed on faithless Fortune's wher For crimes committed, and the victor's threat Of lingering tortures to repay the debt, He deeply, darkly felt; but evil pride
And those who fought for conquest strike for life. Who more than all had striven and struck for Conrad beheld the danger-he beheld His followers faint by freshening foes repell'd! 'One effort-one-to break the circling host! They form-unite-charge-waver-all is lost! Within a narrower ring compress'd, beset, Hopeless, not heartless, strive and struggle yet-That led to perpetrate, now nerves to hide. Ah! now they fight in firmest file no more, Hemm'd in-cut off-cleft down-and trampled A conqueror's more than captive's air is ser
• Gulnare, a female name. It means, literally, the flower of the pomegranate.
Still in his stern and self-collected mien
Though faint with wasting toil and stiffa”, wound,
But few that saw-so calmly gazed around:
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