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GRECIAN PROSPECTS:
A POEM,
IN TWO CANTOS.
ANALYSIS OF THE POEM.
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1. A Welsh bard, in the isle of Lesbos, is enamoured with an extensive and beautiful prospect, which he contemplates till the approach of night.
2. He then laments the ruins of art at Athens, Corinth, Sparta, and the Grecian isles, Delos, Teios .....imagines nature languishing from neglect in sympathy with art; and, where she is fruitful as heretofore, observes her bounties lost upon the Greeks in their present state of subjection and degradation ....sees Attica, for instance, Arcadia or Andros, Paros, Cos or Lesbos, vainly offering their respective luxuries to those who are not in a situation to relish them.....regrets the degeneracy of the Greeks....characterizes the Macedonians as robbers, the Athenians as dastardly and intriguing, those of the Peloponnesus as pirates, and most of the islanders as assassins....recognizes in the present race, the countenance and figure of the old Greek, but not his mind,
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3. In these reflections, the bard is suddenly interrupted by the scream of a person struggling with an assassin; and, under the influence of terror, surveys his portrait of Greece as the cold picture of truth, unembellished by fancy.
II.
1. The bard, falling into slumber, seems to see a spirit of a majestic form, who comes from Chios to the shores of Lesbos, and approaches him with looks of friendly salutation.
2. The spirit avows himself the guardian angel of Greece...corrects the mistaken notion of the hopeless degeneracy of the natives....represents them as still brave and enterprizing; particularizes the Macedonians, Athenians, and Spartans, and passes to the islanders, his peculiar care, more especially those of Chios.
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3. “Behold, (cried the angel) all Greece, and the Grecian Isles, in full prospect”—when the bard perceived the islands, both of the Egean and the Ionian seas, from Lemnos even to Zacynthus, illuminated with a supernatural splendor. “Behold, (cried the angel) that fleet, whose triumphs astonish the nations, this instant overshadowing my seas, and wafting liberty to my happy islands! See Cephalenia and Corcyra delivered from their tyrants, and Chios rejoicing in the friendship of Britons! Then, deem not the ambition and the patriotism of the Greeks, absurd or idle passions. The days of Grecian glory are fast approaching: again shall the patriotic virtues arise in Greece, springing up from the domestic! Again shall the arts of peace and war be cultivated and improved; and, as Britain derived her chief excellence from Greece, shall Greece resume her dignity, under the auspices of Britain.”
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[CANTO THE FIRST.]
From Cambria's wizard hills a hallow'd bard
Travelling o'er Greece, had nurs'd the heroic muse;
Each classic isle survey'd with fond regard,
And caught, at every step, sublimer views:
'Twas now, in Sappho's vivid groves, the dews
Of eve, he welcom'd to his mantling breast;
Gaz'd the wide landscape, here, with breded hues,
There, in the dark attire of shadow drest,
And seem'd to taste the breeze that cherishes the blest.
Travelling o'er Greece, had nurs'd the heroic muse;
Each classic isle survey'd with fond regard,
And caught, at every step, sublimer views:
'Twas now, in Sappho's vivid groves, the dews
Of eve, he welcom'd to his mantling breast;
Gaz'd the wide landscape, here, with breded hues,
There, in the dark attire of shadow drest,
And seem'd to taste the breeze that cherishes the blest.
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High on a tower, that overtopp'd the trees,
His wild harp whispering a congenial sigh,
He ravish'd inspiration from the breeze,
As stretch'd afar, beneath a golden sky,
The varied mountains charm'd his wandering eye;
Blue-tinctur'd points, white rocks at random flung,
That sparkled thro' the pine-wood's duskier dye;
Chasms yet unsun'd, where founts descending rung;
Green slopes, with blossoms veil'd, with melting fruits o'erhung.
His wild harp whispering a congenial sigh,
He ravish'd inspiration from the breeze,
As stretch'd afar, beneath a golden sky,
The varied mountains charm'd his wandering eye;
Blue-tinctur'd points, white rocks at random flung,
That sparkled thro' the pine-wood's duskier dye;
Chasms yet unsun'd, where founts descending rung;
Green slopes, with blossoms veil'd, with melting fruits o'erhung.
Thro' a bold opening of the mountains, gleam'd
The deepen'd azure of the Egean wave;
And, far off, where the western radiance stream'd,
The isles, as all in motion, to deceive
The eye, with every surge appear'd to heave
Their flushing cliffs, now faded from the sight;
When from the dream poetic fancy gave,
The bard awoke—a dream of short delight—
And view'd the illustrious scene fast sinking into night.
The deepen'd azure of the Egean wave;
And, far off, where the western radiance stream'd,
The isles, as all in motion, to deceive
The eye, with every surge appear'd to heave
Their flushing cliffs, now faded from the sight;
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The bard awoke—a dream of short delight—
And view'd the illustrious scene fast sinking into night.
“So (cried the poet) so, imperial Greece!
“Thy closing honors vanish'd into shade;
“Tho' not, alas! so calm'd by halcyon peace,
“With not a tint to soothe the soul, array'd!
“No! as thy proud effulgence 'gan to fade,
“The sick day struggled o'er a lengthening waste;
“Thy marble fanes in one wide ruin laid;
“Mingled with common earth each work, that grac'd
“Or wisdom's solemn lore, or fine pictorial taste.
“Thy closing honors vanish'd into shade;
“Tho' not, alas! so calm'd by halcyon peace,
“With not a tint to soothe the soul, array'd!
“No! as thy proud effulgence 'gan to fade,
“The sick day struggled o'er a lengthening waste;
“Thy marble fanes in one wide ruin laid;
“Mingled with common earth each work, that grac'd
“Or wisdom's solemn lore, or fine pictorial taste.
“Once, where the Pallas of high Athens view'd
“Each massy tower, each decorated dome;
“See the rent arch, the hoary cornice strew'd,
“As sculpture moulders in Cimmerian gloom;
“Tho', yet a moment, where thro' meadowy bloom
“Ilyssus, murmuring, wash'd the bowers below,
“The sage, in sighs, may paint his sweetest home,
“Still o'er his path as planes their umbrage throw,
“And streams, to fancy dear, in lingering lapses flow.
“Each massy tower, each decorated dome;
“See the rent arch, the hoary cornice strew'd,
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“Tho', yet a moment, where thro' meadowy bloom
“Ilyssus, murmuring, wash'd the bowers below,
“The sage, in sighs, may paint his sweetest home,
“Still o'er his path as planes their umbrage throw,
“And streams, to fancy dear, in lingering lapses flow.
“Lo, where o'ercanopied in Doric state,
“Her Phidias' art the Athenian goddess crown'd,
“And thro' revolving ages sternly great,
“Thro' all her shadowy pomp of columns, frown'd;
“'Till cold neglect to briars that twin'd around
“Each fretted base, resign'd her temple's fame;
“'Till late, the blacken'd fragments smote the ground,
“As jealous Adria, with ill-omen'd aim,
“Whirl'd thro' the shivering walls, the fierce sulphureous flame.
“Her Phidias' art the Athenian goddess crown'd,
“And thro' revolving ages sternly great,
“Thro' all her shadowy pomp of columns, frown'd;
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“Each fretted base, resign'd her temple's fame;
“'Till late, the blacken'd fragments smote the ground,
“As jealous Adria, with ill-omen'd aim,
“Whirl'd thro' the shivering walls, the fierce sulphureous flame.
“And lo! the dome that crumbles into dust,
“Whose Parian whiteness lur'd the glowing skies;
“Which breath'd from every animated bust
“That dasht amid Corinthian foliage lies,
“The hero-spirit of some great emprize!
“And, featur'd with the traits of grandeur past,
“While thro' its fractur'd roof rank weeds arise,
“See to the Winds of heaven their temple cast;
“Its monumental voice, re-echoing every blast.
“Whose Parian whiteness lur'd the glowing skies;
“Which breath'd from every animated bust
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“The hero-spirit of some great emprize!
“And, featur'd with the traits of grandeur past,
“While thro' its fractur'd roof rank weeds arise,
“See to the Winds of heaven their temple cast;
“Its monumental voice, re-echoing every blast.
“Majestic Athens! Who, thy ruins pil'd
“In aweful heaps surveys, nor drops a tear?
“Who dares approach, by fancy unbeguil'd,
“That space, where genius wont its scene to rear,
“And dart thro' horrent crowds the illusive fear,
“As torches trembled, or as daggers bled,
“And sounds not human met the shuddering ear?
“Who, thro' the pictur'd porch, unheeding, tread,
“Nor conjure up in sighs the philosophic dead?
“In aweful heaps surveys, nor drops a tear?
“Who dares approach, by fancy unbeguil'd,
“That space, where genius wont its scene to rear,
“And dart thro' horrent crowds the illusive fear,
“As torches trembled, or as daggers bled,
“And sounds not human met the shuddering ear?
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“Nor conjure up in sighs the philosophic dead?
“Fall'n city! hear'st thou, as of midnight hosts,
“The voices of the dead in every gale?
“Fall'n city! seest thou not the sullen ghosts
“That o'er thy desart streets in silence sail?
“Start not thy people from the warrior's mail,
“The patriot's crown, the sage's sweeping train?
“Dost thou not see thine Orator, yet pale
“With indignation, launch the lightnings? Vain
“Is that terrific arm that shakes all Greece again?
“The voices of the dead in every gale?
“Fall'n city! seest thou not the sullen ghosts
“That o'er thy desart streets in silence sail?
“Start not thy people from the warrior's mail,
“The patriot's crown, the sage's sweeping train?
“Dost thou not see thine Orator, yet pale
“With indignation, launch the lightnings? Vain
“Is that terrific arm that shakes all Greece again?
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“But, not o'er Athens I lament alone—
“I heard, where ran the rich Corinthian brass,
“The desecrated altars deeply moan!
“And, where no more shall long processions pass,
“I ponder'd on the pillar's fluted mass,
“And many a graceful frieze that mouldering lay:
“And, as lorn turrets told where Sparta was,
“I saw Eurotas urge its foaming way,
“Flash o'er its spectre troops, and hail their red array.
“I heard, where ran the rich Corinthian brass,
“The desecrated altars deeply moan!
“And, where no more shall long processions pass,
“I ponder'd on the pillar's fluted mass,
“And many a graceful frieze that mouldering lay:
“And, as lorn turrets told where Sparta was,
“I saw Eurotas urge its foaming way,
“Flash o'er its spectre troops, and hail their red array.
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“If, in these desolated isles, we rove,
“We muse on tottering portals moss-o'ergrown;
“Or meet, in glimmerings thro' the impervious grove,
“Some grey arcade, unnotic'd and unknown,
“Which hints, how once symmetric order shone
“In structures, that appear'd to rest on air;
“While o'er the finest limbs had sculpture thrown
“The fluid folds no modern statues wear,
“Or picture glow'd in forms, the heroic and the fair.
“We muse on tottering portals moss-o'ergrown;
“Or meet, in glimmerings thro' the impervious grove,
“Some grey arcade, unnotic'd and unknown,
“Which hints, how once symmetric order shone
“In structures, that appear'd to rest on air;
“While o'er the finest limbs had sculpture thrown
“The fluid folds no modern statues wear,
“Or picture glow'd in forms, the heroic and the fair.
“Where Delos trembles on her desart wave,
“Rose there a rock, but breath'd religion round?
“Hath ancient Echo murmur'd from her cave,
“Nor inspiration swell'd the sacred sound?
“Witness her fanes, with holier shades embrown'd,
“Her proud colossal gods; that, hovering near,
“Persia's imperious angel with astound
“Beheld, and as he dropp'd the uplifted spear,
“His sails innumerous check'd, and paus'd in mid career!
“Rose there a rock, but breath'd religion round?
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“Nor inspiration swell'd the sacred sound?
“Witness her fanes, with holier shades embrown'd,
“Her proud colossal gods; that, hovering near,
“Persia's imperious angel with astound
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“His sails innumerous check'd, and paus'd in mid career!
“See, the sad types of festal pleasure flown,
“Dim-flowering olives dew the Teian fane;
“And canker'd vines, around each pillar'd stone
“Aspiring, its Ionic base distain:
“Yes! hoar Anacreon! where thy joyous train
“Their ruby cups to thrilling music quaff'd,
“Thy sacred plant obtrudes an idle chain,
“To clasp, poor parasyte, the dripping shaft;
“And green oblivion glooms, where Love and Bacchus laugh'd.
“Dim-flowering olives dew the Teian fane;
“And canker'd vines, around each pillar'd stone
“Aspiring, its Ionic base distain:
“Yes! hoar Anacreon! where thy joyous train
“Their ruby cups to thrilling music quaff'd,
“Thy sacred plant obtrudes an idle chain,
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“And green oblivion glooms, where Love and Bacchus laugh'd.
“While, ringing as it meets the blunted share,
“Gleams of smooth jasper thro' the furrows rise,
“Or the grav'd marble that, erect in air,
“Drew to its ivy-leaf delighted eyes,
“Crumbling, before the peasant-builder lies;
“Lo, intertwisted trees and copses deep
“Hide meads once open to salubrious skies,
“And mountain-streams are mute, and grottoes weep,
“Where howls the famish'd wolf, and shakes the shaggy steep.
“Gleams of smooth jasper thro' the furrows rise,
“Or the grav'd marble that, erect in air,
“Drew to its ivy-leaf delighted eyes,
“Crumbling, before the peasant-builder lies;
“Lo, intertwisted trees and copses deep
“Hide meads once open to salubrious skies,
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“Where howls the famish'd wolf, and shakes the shaggy steep.
“What tho' the extensive olive-grove still spread
“Its verdure length'ning from the Athenian towers;
“What tho' Hymettus still uprear his head,
“Pouring wild fragrance from his purple bowers,
“And, brisk, from all his aromatic flowers
“The honey-bee still bear the precious spoil?
“Alas! where lag the despot's lurid hours,
“Lethargic plenty gleams a languid smile,
“Shrinks from the widow'd moan and scoffs at human toil.
“Its verdure length'ning from the Athenian towers;
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“Pouring wild fragrance from his purple bowers,
“And, brisk, from all his aromatic flowers
“The honey-bee still bear the precious spoil?
“Alas! where lag the despot's lurid hours,
“Lethargic plenty gleams a languid smile,
“Shrinks from the widow'd moan and scoffs at human toil.
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“What tho' the lawns of rich Arcadia bloom,
“And Mænalus diffuse luxuriant shades,
“As if his Pan yet hail'd the favourite gloom;
“Tho' soft Cyllene over-brow the glades
“With arborous oaks, as if the choral maids
“Met the wing'd god, of roseate Maia born?
“Ah! sudden terror fancy's ear invades,
“Where, for the shepherd's pipe that cheer'd the morn,
“The plaints of anguish rise, the threats of scowling scorn.
“And Mænalus diffuse luxuriant shades,
“As if his Pan yet hail'd the favourite gloom;
“Tho' soft Cyllene over-brow the glades
“With arborous oaks, as if the choral maids
“Met the wing'd god, of roseate Maia born?
“Ah! sudden terror fancy's ear invades,
“Where, for the shepherd's pipe that cheer'd the morn,
“The plaints of anguish rise, the threats of scowling scorn.
“Tho' Andros still her inexhausted vales
“Survey, by lavish vegetation crown'd;
“Thro' orange-groves while flutter odorous gales,
“From citron-bowers while bursting streams resound,
“While rich pomegranates branching shade the ground,
“And figs hang luscious in the solar flame;
“Lo, the poor habitant looks coldly round,
“And slights his long hereditary claim
“To nature's liberal gifts, nor heeds his former fame.
“Survey, by lavish vegetation crown'd;
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“From citron-bowers while bursting streams resound,
“While rich pomegranates branching shade the ground,
“And figs hang luscious in the solar flame;
“Lo, the poor habitant looks coldly round,
“And slights his long hereditary claim
“To nature's liberal gifts, nor heeds his former fame.
“Tho' sunder'd caverns drink the lustrous light,
“As Paros echoes to the mountain shock;
“And the pure marble boast its sparkling white;
“Who guides the chissel o'er the shapeless block?
“Say, can the hand that hew'd it from it's rock,
“Mould the rough mass, the obedient limb refine?
“Thro' the dense gloom if ever genius broke,
“Touch'd by the charm of beauty's waving line,
“Say, can the soul opprest, still form the fair design?
“As Paros echoes to the mountain shock;
“And the pure marble boast its sparkling white;
“Who guides the chissel o'er the shapeless block?
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“Mould the rough mass, the obedient limb refine?
“Thro' the dense gloom if ever genius broke,
“Touch'd by the charm of beauty's waving line,
“Say, can the soul opprest, still form the fair design?
“Tho' Cos may blacken, o'er the cliff sublime,
“The glenwood wild, the cataract's stormy spray;
“What magic can throw back the folds of time,
“In thunders call Apelles into day,
“And bid his rapid hand the bolt pourtray?
“Again, Protogenes! shall rescued Rhodes
“Bless the fair art that charm'd her foes away;
“Tho' once, where picture trac'd the birth of gods,
“Some wanderer, fancy-led, may sketch those lorn abodes?
“The glenwood wild, the cataract's stormy spray;
“What magic can throw back the folds of time,
“In thunders call Apelles into day,
“And bid his rapid hand the bolt pourtray?
“Again, Protogenes! shall rescued Rhodes
“Bless the fair art that charm'd her foes away;
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“Some wanderer, fancy-led, may sketch those lorn abodes?
“Rich in the brilliance of the balmiest light
“These scenes repose. I saw the myrtle glow,
“The arbutus in bloom and fruitage bright,
“The glittering bay, the mulberry's silky flow!
“I felt but erst, delicious from below,
“The sea-breeze, as it curl'd the crystal springs!
“But shrubs may blush, and noontide zephyrs blow,
“In vain voluptuous while no Sappho sings,
“Nor, by the landscape mov'd, Alcæus fires the strings.
“These scenes repose. I saw the myrtle glow,
“The arbutus in bloom and fruitage bright,
“The glittering bay, the mulberry's silky flow!
“I felt but erst, delicious from below,
“The sea-breeze, as it curl'd the crystal springs!
“But shrubs may blush, and noontide zephyrs blow,
“In vain voluptuous while no Sappho sings,
“Nor, by the landscape mov'd, Alcæus fires the strings.
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“Midst the wide prospect, can the muse discern
“One mental feature of the Grecian mould?
“If Macedon still rage, in conflict stern,
“She rages, in her robbers, uncontroul'd:
“And free-born Athens, to the despot sold,
“Grovels amidst the intriguing and the base:
“And, in piratic plunder only bold,
“The dark Morea boasts no Spartan trace;
“And half the verd'rous isles embower the assassin race.
“One mental feature of the Grecian mould?
“If Macedon still rage, in conflict stern,
“She rages, in her robbers, uncontroul'd:
“And free-born Athens, to the despot sold,
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“And, in piratic plunder only bold,
“The dark Morea boasts no Spartan trace;
“And half the verd'rous isles embower the assassin race.
“Not but the semblance of the Grecian mien,
“The Grecian face arrests the poet's eye,
“Whilst o'er the busy strand, the silent green,
“Apollo's form still glides, unconscious, by:
“Not but a Homer's head we oft descry
“In many an aged peasant, silver-grey:
“Yet where, alas! that spirit mantling high,
“That genius flashing an immortal ray,
“That independent soul which spurns despotic sway?
“The Grecian face arrests the poet's eye,
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“Apollo's form still glides, unconscious, by:
“Not but a Homer's head we oft descry
“In many an aged peasant, silver-grey:
“Yet where, alas! that spirit mantling high,
“That genius flashing an immortal ray,
“That independent soul which spurns despotic sway?
“And, in secluded glades, in murmuring streets,
“Full many a Venus vaunts the enchanting air,
“Breathes, as she wins her way, ambrosial sweets,
“And wantons, in luxurious beauty fair:
“Yet what avail those eyes that lightnings bear,
“The cheek, instinct with more than roseate red,
“The full deep bosom, or the crisped hair,
“What but, amid lascivious folly bred,
“To bid the slaves of lust ascend a savage bed?
“Full many a Venus vaunts the enchanting air,
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“And wantons, in luxurious beauty fair:
“Yet what avail those eyes that lightnings bear,
“The cheek, instinct with more than roseate red,
“The full deep bosom, or the crisped hair,
“What but, amid lascivious folly bred,
“To bid the slaves of lust ascend a savage bed?
“Say, if some few, with that commanding form,
“Blend the proud spirit of heroic days;
“If some, whose fathers brav'd the hostile storm
“That shook the Acropolis, still covet praise,
“Still on the laurel'd warrior wildly gaze,
“Still mark the poet's flight, the patriot's aim;
“'Tis but to follow, like a meteor-blaze,
“The phantom of a poor fugacious fame,
“Then own a sickening pang, a keener sense of shame.
“Blend the proud spirit of heroic days;
“If some, whose fathers brav'd the hostile storm
“That shook the Acropolis, still covet praise,
“Still on the laurel'd warrior wildly gaze,
“Still mark the poet's flight, the patriot's aim;
“'Tis but to follow, like a meteor-blaze,
“The phantom of a poor fugacious fame,
“Then own a sickening pang, a keener sense of shame.
“If genius prize the fine proportion'd pile,
“The vivid bust, to imitation prone;
“Say, where the Pericles, whose fostering smile
“Grac'd the rich dome, inspir'd the plastic stone?
“If genius seek the cave obscure and lone,
“Where Philip's foe with elocution glow'd;
“Or from theatric ruins catch the moan
“Of the cold gale, where tragic pathos flow'd;
“Hath e'er the unfeeling wave, the winds one wreath bestow'd?
“The vivid bust, to imitation prone;
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“Grac'd the rich dome, inspir'd the plastic stone?
“If genius seek the cave obscure and lone,
“Where Philip's foe with elocution glow'd;
“Or from theatric ruins catch the moan
“Of the cold gale, where tragic pathos flow'd;
“Hath e'er the unfeeling wave, the winds one wreath bestow'd?
“If some, yet lingering, trace the silver tide,
“Yet haunt the sacred grove where Plato stray'd;
“Or nobly cherish that supernal pride
“That, from the vulgar, shields Lyceum's shade;
“Or rove, where once with Epicurus play'd
“The blue-ey'd pleasures, and their melting queen:
“Or bid the porch their aspirations aid;
“How fleets the dream, when, sudden, intervene
“Havoc and barbarous lust, and ignorance obscene.
“Yet haunt the sacred grove where Plato stray'd;
“Or nobly cherish that supernal pride
“That, from the vulgar, shields Lyceum's shade;
“Or rove, where once with Epicurus play'd
“The blue-ey'd pleasures, and their melting queen:
“Or bid the porch their aspirations aid;
“How fleets the dream, when, sudden, intervene
“Havoc and barbarous lust, and ignorance obscene.
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“Alas! retiring to the humble roof,
“If, there, the impassion'd poet court his muse;
“Some despot's minion hovers, yet aloof,
“Scattering in air the visionary views:
“There, midst his lisping babes, the hero wooes
“His country's genius, with an idle breath;
“And o'er her trophies spreads deceitful hues;
“While oft, too oft, for conquest's splendid wreath,
“He meets the strangling cord, the livid drugs of death.
“If, there, the impassion'd poet court his muse;
“Some despot's minion hovers, yet aloof,
“Scattering in air the visionary views:
“There, midst his lisping babes, the hero wooes
“His country's genius, with an idle breath;
“And o'er her trophies spreads deceitful hues;
“While oft, too oft, for conquest's splendid wreath,
“He meets the strangling cord, the livid drugs of death.
“E'en now where Phidias breath'd from every nich,
“Where Myro sported in creations chaste;
“In the soft folds of lucid drapery rich,
“Where Polygnotus charm'd ingenuous taste,
“And Zeno wisdom's sterner form embrac'd;
“Light spirits their diurnal visions share:
“Yet erst, as each the paths of glory trac'd,
“I spied a son of treachery skulking there—
“Amid the unweeting tribe, I mark'd his gloomed air.”
“Where Myro sported in creations chaste;
“In the soft folds of lucid drapery rich,
“Where Polygnotus charm'd ingenuous taste,
“And Zeno wisdom's sterner form embrac'd;
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“Yet erst, as each the paths of glory trac'd,
“I spied a son of treachery skulking there—
“Amid the unweeting tribe, I mark'd his gloomed air.”
Thus as he spoke, a scream of wild distress
Pierc'd his ear, shivering from the central wood;
And thro' the foliage some one seem'd to press,
And strait the murderous dagger plunge in blood!
To fancy, raising all her felon brood,
Low stealthy strides still near and nearer drew:
By terror chill'd, the fond enthusiast stood;
And, as its brightness from the portrait flew,
Survey'd in pale cold shade, his own ideal view.
Pierc'd his ear, shivering from the central wood;
And thro' the foliage some one seem'd to press,
And strait the murderous dagger plunge in blood!
To fancy, raising all her felon brood,
Low stealthy strides still near and nearer drew:
By terror chill'd, the fond enthusiast stood;
And, as its brightness from the portrait flew,
Survey'd in pale cold shade, his own ideal view.
END OF THE FIRST CANTO.
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CANTO THE SECOND.
In silence while across the shadowy deep
The moon a line of quivering silver flung;
The bard his heavy eyes in troubled sleep
Half-closing, o'er the wavy landscape hung;
When, Chios' rainbow-tinted hills among,
He saw, as from a hollow glen, emerge
A form more fair than poets feign in song,
Then stand, on tiptoe, on the cliff's dark verge,
And plume his burnisht wings, and skim the feathery surge.
The moon a line of quivering silver flung;
The bard his heavy eyes in troubled sleep
Half-closing, o'er the wavy landscape hung;
When, Chios' rainbow-tinted hills among,
He saw, as from a hollow glen, emerge
A form more fair than poets feign in song,
Then stand, on tiptoe, on the cliff's dark verge,
And plume his burnisht wings, and skim the feathery surge.
The sky-rob'd spirit, as he nearer drew,
Soft on the Lesbian mists appear'd to light:
His hyacinthine locks dropp'd amber dew;
His polisht shoulders shed a brilliance, white
As Parian grots. Exulting in his might,
The genius seem'd to poise the empyreal lance
Of Jove, as with his wand he thrill'd the night:
Yet mild and friendly lustre, to entrance
The bard with some new bliss, he beam'd at every glance.
Soft on the Lesbian mists appear'd to light:
His hyacinthine locks dropp'd amber dew;
His polisht shoulders shed a brilliance, white
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The genius seem'd to poise the empyreal lance
Of Jove, as with his wand he thrill'd the night:
Yet mild and friendly lustre, to entrance
The bard with some new bliss, he beam'd at every glance.
“Fear not (he cried): thro' all the lapse of time,
“My arm protective have these islands own'd;
“Whether, amidst Olympus' seats sublime,
“Or on the snowy cloud of Athos, thron'd,
“I bade the war-fiend, sullen as he moan'd
“From isle to isle, suspend his wasteful sweep;
“Or sooth'd, as Greece beneath oppression groan'd,
“Her unextinguisht spirit, yet asleep,
“To wake, some future age, and re-assert the deep.
“My arm protective have these islands own'd;
“Whether, amidst Olympus' seats sublime,
“Or on the snowy cloud of Athos, thron'd,
“I bade the war-fiend, sullen as he moan'd
“From isle to isle, suspend his wasteful sweep;
“Or sooth'd, as Greece beneath oppression groan'd,
“Her unextinguisht spirit, yet asleep,
“To wake, some future age, and re-assert the deep.
“Tho' Greece deplore the long-resounding scourge,
“Yet is her untam'd bosom still imbued
“With genial virtues; and, as despots urge
“The ruthless work, I mark her museful mood;
“I see her, o'er barbaric insult brood,
“And snatch from Salamis the inspiring ray;
“Thus the chain'd eagle, tho' he seem subdued,
“Yet, some propitious moment, breaks away,
“Soars thro' the severing clouds, and drinks the golden day.
“Yet is her untam'd bosom still imbued
“With genial virtues; and, as despots urge
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“I see her, o'er barbaric insult brood,
“And snatch from Salamis the inspiring ray;
“Thus the chain'd eagle, tho' he seem subdued,
“Yet, some propitious moment, breaks away,
“Soars thro' the severing clouds, and drinks the golden day.
“While Pella, still, a race unbroken boasts,
“In mental, as corporeal vigor strong,
“That, rous'd by freedom's trump, in dreadful hosts,
“Would shade their hills, and pour their vales along;
“Behold, politer Athens claims a throng,
“Tho' gentler, still impatient of the rein:
“Nor Sparta, her remurmuring rocks among,
“Hears the horse-hoofs, the din of arms in vain,
“Snuffing fraternal blood, amidst the mangled slain.
“In mental, as corporeal vigor strong,
“That, rous'd by freedom's trump, in dreadful hosts,
“Would shade their hills, and pour their vales along;
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“Tho' gentler, still impatient of the rein:
“Nor Sparta, her remurmuring rocks among,
“Hears the horse-hoofs, the din of arms in vain,
“Snuffing fraternal blood, amidst the mangled slain.
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“Yet, in these isles, I nurse the martial fires,
“Fires, that ere-long shall far illumine Greece;
“These lovely isles, where fancy still inspires
“Songs of palestral palms or letter'd peace;
“Or bids the wailings of the sufferer cease,
“Painting pale Hector by the walls of Troy,
“Or godlike Theseus, or the golden fleece,
“While the light dance, the laugh without alloy,
“The hospitable cheer, proclaim a cordial joy.
“Fires, that ere-long shall far illumine Greece;
“These lovely isles, where fancy still inspires
“Songs of palestral palms or letter'd peace;
“Or bids the wailings of the sufferer cease,
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“Or godlike Theseus, or the golden fleece,
“While the light dance, the laugh without alloy,
“The hospitable cheer, proclaim a cordial joy.
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“But on that fairest of my subject isles,
“There, on my Chios adamantine seat,
“Where beauty riots in perennial smiles,
“My sons, from gloom oblivious call the great,
“And in the rustling dingle's dark retreat
“Trace, with transmitted pride, their Homer born;
“Still, to pure love, as free their bosoms beat,
“My Hebes the purpureal spot adorn,
“Bright with a glow that shames the vernal blush of morn.
“There, on my Chios adamantine seat,
“Where beauty riots in perennial smiles,
“My sons, from gloom oblivious call the great,
“And in the rustling dingle's dark retreat
“Trace, with transmitted pride, their Homer born;
“Still, to pure love, as free their bosoms beat,
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“Bright with a glow that shames the vernal blush of morn.
“See,” (said the spirit) from his circling wand
As issued wave on wave, the liquid light—
“See, of heroic fame the scene expand!”
When, e'en from Pylos to the Olympian height,
All Greece appear'd outstretcht before the sight,
And the blue sea, with clustering isles embost;
While, here, bold crags arose, and caverns white,
And spiry groves, and mountains hoar with frost;
There, gleam'd receding cliffs, in purpled azure lost.
As issued wave on wave, the liquid light—
“See, of heroic fame the scene expand!”
When, e'en from Pylos to the Olympian height,
All Greece appear'd outstretcht before the sight,
And the blue sea, with clustering isles embost;
While, here, bold crags arose, and caverns white,
And spiry groves, and mountains hoar with frost;
There, gleam'd receding cliffs, in purpled azure lost.
Slow, from each island, with gigantic march
Pass'd the dun vapors: and the Elysian sky
Stream'd o'er the prospect from a wider arch,
Till, laughing, all the distant isles drew nigh;
When now, the bard beheld, with wondering eye,
The walls where Athos evening-shadows rest,
And e'en the Ionian billows sparkling high,
Where Ithaca projects its rocky crest,
Or pleasure melts in sighs, on Zante's luxurious breast.
Pass'd the dun vapors: and the Elysian sky
Stream'd o'er the prospect from a wider arch,
Till, laughing, all the distant isles drew nigh;
When now, the bard beheld, with wondering eye,
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And e'en the Ionian billows sparkling high,
Where Ithaca projects its rocky crest,
Or pleasure melts in sighs, on Zante's luxurious breast.
“See,” o'er the gladden'd isles (the Spirit cried)
“His genuine beams approaching freedom pours!
“See, redient in triumphal glory, ride
“Yon lordly ships along the Ionian shores!
“And hark, thro' Greece the British thunder roars!
“From Cephalenia flies the robber-train;
“And, as the soul of Grecian battle soars,
“There, Corfu tramples on her tyrants slain,
“Here shouting Chios hails the mistress of the main.
“His genuine beams approaching freedom pours!
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“Yon lordly ships along the Ionian shores!
“And hark, thro' Greece the British thunder roars!
“From Cephalenia flies the robber-train;
“And, as the soul of Grecian battle soars,
“There, Corfu tramples on her tyrants slain,
“Here shouting Chios hails the mistress of the main.
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“Then ask not, why a solitary few
“Amid sepulchral desarts as they rove,
“The helmed shadows of their sires pursue;
“Scatter'd and lorn, in each inglorious grove,
“To warlike music in idea move,
“And point, from Marathon, the ambitious aim—
“Then ask not, as too vain, perchance, they prove!
“The fleeting honors of a father's name,
“Why, wing'd by trembling hope, they watch their country's fame.
“Amid sepulchral desarts as they rove,
“The helmed shadows of their sires pursue;
“Scatter'd and lorn, in each inglorious grove,
“To warlike music in idea move,
“And point, from Marathon, the ambitious aim—
“Then ask not, as too vain, perchance, they prove!
“The fleeting honors of a father's name,
“Why, wing'd by trembling hope, they watch their country's fame.
“Behold, my British bard! the days advance,
“Of Grecian prowess, lo, the auspicious days!
“Again, for joy the blooming islands dance,
“Nor idly pant for all their former praise,
“If Albion's orb effuse its fostering rays,
“And, o'er the expanding mind, (to vulgar eyes
“Yet undiscover'd) pour the gradual blaze;
“While springing from domestic harmonies,
“Nor chill'd by tyrant frowns, the patriot virtues rise.
“Of Grecian prowess, lo, the auspicious days!
“Again, for joy the blooming islands dance,
“Nor idly pant for all their former praise,
“If Albion's orb effuse its fostering rays,
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“Yet undiscover'd) pour the gradual blaze;
“While springing from domestic harmonies,
“Nor chill'd by tyrant frowns, the patriot virtues rise.
“Again, where love its balmiest lustre lends,
“Heightening some gentle virgin's bridal bloom:
“Again, where happy fathers, brothers, friends
“Enjoy the sweet delights of genial home;
“In concert shall each emulative dome
“Bid the fine arts their mingled radiance pour;
“While, vainly seeking in the wrecks of Rome,
“Treasures once wafted from the Grecian shore,
“In Albion shall they find the rich unvalued ore.
“Heightening some gentle virgin's bridal bloom:
“Again, where happy fathers, brothers, friends
“Enjoy the sweet delights of genial home;
“In concert shall each emulative dome
“Bid the fine arts their mingled radiance pour;
“While, vainly seeking in the wrecks of Rome,
“Treasures once wafted from the Grecian shore,
“In Albion shall they find the rich unvalued ore.
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“And, haply, if her more endearing wreath
“Calm peace hath braided round the spoils of war,
“The reeking blade while ruffians yet unsheathe,
“Shall Athens o'er dispeopled Gallia dare
“Roll, with impetuous wrath, the kindling car,
“And Scyros hurl the brand, as once she hurl'd;
“Tho' maiden vests still hide the martial air;
“And Tenedos announce her sails unfurl'd—
“Their trust, yon guardian fleets, that awe yet bless the world!
“Calm peace hath braided round the spoils of war,
“The reeking blade while ruffians yet unsheathe,
“Shall Athens o'er dispeopled Gallia dare
“Roll, with impetuous wrath, the kindling car,
“And Scyros hurl the brand, as once she hurl'd;
“Tho' maiden vests still hide the martial air;
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“Their trust, yon guardian fleets, that awe yet bless the world!
THE END.
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