XIII. A moment's pause—'tis but to breathe their band, XIV. His blade is bared,-in him there is an air Of mournful paleness, whose deep tint express'd The word hath pass'd his lips, and onward driven, And blood is mingled with the dashing stream, XV. Commanding, aiding, animating all, Neae fled, for well they knew that flight were vain; XVI. Day glimmers on the dying and the dead, XVII. Beneath a lime, remoter from the scene, And with his scarf would stanch the tides that rush, And then, as his faint breathing waxes low, In feebler, not less fatal tricklings flow: He scarce can speak, but motions him 'tis vain, XVIII The foe arrives, who long had search'd the field, To share between themselves some separate fate, XIX. Their words though faint were many-from the tone Their import those who heard could judge alone; From this, you might have deem'd young Kaled's death More near than Lara's by his voice and breath, The accents his scarce-moving pale lips spoke; And smiled-Heaven pardon! if 'twere with disdain: To none, save them whose faith in Christ is sure. XX. But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew, XXI. gone He gazed, as if not yet had pass'd away 1 [The death of Lara is, by far, the finest passage in the poem, and is fully equal to any thing else which the author ever wrote. The physical horror of the event, though described with a terrible force and fidelity, is both relieved and enhanced by the beautiful pictures of mental energy and affection with which it is combined. The whole sequel of the poem is written with equal vigor and feeling, and may be put in competition with any thing that poetry has produced, in point either of pathos or energy.-JEFFREY.] 2 The event in this section was suggested by the description of the death, or rather burial, of the duke of Gandia. The most interesting and particular account of it is given by Burchard, and is in substance as follows;-" On the eighth day of June, the Cardinal of Valenza and the Duke of Gandia, sons of the Pope, supped with their mother, And when, in raising him from where he bore But strove to stand and gaze, but reel'd and fell, XXII. And Lara sleeps not where his fathers sleep, Though priest nor bless'd, nor marble deck'd the mound; And he was mourn'd by one whose quiet grief, Why did she love him? Curious fool!-be still- Vanozza, near the church of S. Pietro ad vincula; several other persons being present at the entertainment. A late hour approaching, and the cardinal having reminded his brother that it was time to return to the apostolic palace, they mounted their horses or mules, with only a few attendants, and proceeded together as far as the palace of Cardinal Ascanio Sforza, when the duke informed the cardinal that, before he returned home, he had to pay a visit of pleasure. Dismissing therefore all his attendants, excepting his staffiero, or footman, and a person in a mask, who had paid him a visit whilst at supper, and who, during the space of a month or thereabouts, previous to this time, had called upon him almost daily, at the apostolic palace, he took this person behind him on his mule, and proceeded to the street of the Jews, where he quitted his servant, directing him to remain there until a certain hour; when, When Cynthia's light almost gave way to morn, And still another hurried glance would snatch, if he did not return, he might repair to the palace. The ke then seated the person in the mask behind him, and I know not whither; but in that night he was assassi ed, and thrown into the river. The servant, after having been dismissed, was also assaulted and mortally wounded; and although he was attended with great care, yet such was station, that he could give no intelligible account of What had befallen his master. In the morning, the duke having returned to the palace, his servants began to be alarmed: and one of them informed the pontiff of the eveng excursion of his sons, and that the duke had not yet alebs appearance. This gave the pope no small anxiety; De conjectured that the duke had been attracted by cortesan to pass the night with her, and, not choosing to the house in open day, had waited till the following eveng to return home. When, however, the evening amref, and he found himself disappointed in his expectatons he became deeply afflicted, and began to make inquiries from different persons, whom he ordered to attend him for purpose. Amongst these was a man named Giorgio Savom, who, having discharged some timber from a bark in the river, had-reinained on board the vessel to watch it; and being interrogated whether he had seen any one thrown the river on the night preceding, he replied, that he awwo men on foot, who came down the street, and looked gently about, to observe whether any person was passThat seeing no one, they returned, and a short time terwards two others came, and looked around in the same manner as the former: no person still appearing, they gave to their companions, when a man came, mounted on a whee horse, having behind him a dead body, the head and art of which hung on one side, and the feet on the other de of the horse; the two persons on foot supporting the ty, to prevent its falling. They thus proceeded towards art where the filth of the city is usually discharged at the river, and turning the horse, with his tail towards the water, the two persons took the dead body by the arms Such is the badge that knighthood ever wore, XXV And Kaled-Lara-Ezzelin, are gone, and feet, and with all their strength flung it into the river. The person on horseback then asked if they had thrown it in to which they replied Signor, si (yes, Sir.) He then looked towards the river, and seeing a mantle floating on the stream, he inquired what it was that appeared black, to which they answered, it was a mantle; and one of them threw stones upon it, in consequence of which it sunk. The attendants of the pontiff then inquired from Giorgio, why he had not revealed this to the governor of the city; to which he replied, that he had seen in his time a hundred dead bodies thrown into the river at the same place, without any inquiry being made respecting them; and that he had not, therefore, considered it as a matter of any importance. The fishermen and seamen were then collected, and ordered to search the river, where, on the following evening, they found the body of the duke, with his habit entire, and thirty ducats in his purse. He was pierced with nine wounds, one of which was in his throat, the others in his head, body, and limbs. No sooner was the pontiff informed of the death of his son, and that he had been thrown, like filth, into the river, than, giving way to his grief, he shut himself up in a chamber, and wept bitterly. The Cardinal of Segovia, and other attendants on the pope, went to the door, and after many hours spent in persuasions and exhortations prevailed upon him to admit them. From the evening of Wednesday till the following Saturday the pope took no food; nor did he sleep from Thursday morning till the same hour on the ensuing day. At length, however, giving way to the entreaties of his attendants, he began to restrain his sorrow, and to consider the injury which his own health might sustain, by the further indulgence of his grief."-Roscoe's Leo the Tenth, vol. i. p. 265. [Lara, though it has many good passages, is a further proof of the melancholy fact, which is true of all sequels, from the continuation of the Eneid, by one of the famous Italian poets of the middle ages, down to "Polly, a sequel to the Beggar's Opera," that "more last words" may “THE grand army of the Turks, (in 1715,) under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into the heart of the Morea, and to form the siege of Napoli di Romania, the most considerable place in all that country, thought it best in the first place to attack Corinth, upon which they made several storms. The garrison being weakened, and the governor seeing it was impossible to hold out against so mighty a force, thought it fit to beat a parley: but while they were treating about the articles, one of the magazines in the Turkish camp, wherein they had six hundred barrels of powder, blew up by accident, whereby six or seven hundred men were killed; which so enraged the infidels, that they would not grant any capitula generally be spared, without any great detriment to the world. BISHOP HEBER. Lara has some charms which the Corsair has not. It is more domestic; it calls forth more sympathies with polish ed society; it is more intellectual, but much less passionate, less vigorous, and less brilliant; it is sometimes even languid, at any rate, it is more diffuse.-SIR E. BRYDGES. Lara, obviously the sequel of "The Corsair," maintains in general the same tone of deep interest and lofty feeling-though the disappearance of Medora from the scene deprives it of the enchanting sweetness by which its terrors are there redeemed, and makes the hero, on the whole, less captivating. The character of Lara, too, is rather too elaborately finished,* and his nocturnal encounter with the apparition is worked up too ostentatiously. There is infinite beauty in the sketch of the dark Page, and in many of the moral or general reflections which are interspersed with the narrative.-JEFFREY.] 1 [The "Siege of Corinth," which appears, by the original MS., to have been begun in July, 1815, made its appearance in January, 1816. Mr. Murray having enclosed Lord Byron a thousand guineas for the copyright of this poem, and of "Parisina," he replied,-" Your offer is liberal in the extreme, and much more than the two poems can possibly be worth; but I cannot accept it, nor will not. You are most welcome to them as additions to the collected voluines; but I cannot consent to their separate publication. I do not like to risk any fame (whether merited or not) which I have been favored with upon compositions which I do not feel to be at all equal to my own notions of what they should be; though they may do very well as things without pretension, to add to the publication with the lighter pieces. I have enclosed your draft torn, for fear of accidents by the wayI wish you would not throw temptation in mine. It is not from a disdain of the universal idol, nor from a present superfluity of his treasures, I can assure you, that I refuse to worship him; but what is right is right, and must not yield to circumstances. I am very glad that the handwriting was a favorable omen of the morale of the piece; but you must not trust to that, for my copyist would write out any thing I desired, in all the ignorance of innocence-I hope, however, in this instance with no great peril to either." The copyist was Lady Byron. Lord Byron gave Mr. Gifford The rest, tion, but stormed the place with so much fury, that they took it, and put most of the garrison, with Sigwith Antonio Bembo, proveditor extraordinary, were nior Minotti, the governor, to the sword. made prisoners of war."-History of the Turks, vol. ii. p. 151. THE SIEGE OF CORINTH.3 In the year since Jesus died for men,* Eighteen hundred years and ten, carte-blanche to strike out or alter any thing at his pleasure in this poem, as it was passing through the press; and the reader will be amused with the varia lectiones which had their origin in this extraordinary confidence. Mr. Gifford drew his pen, it will be seen, through at least one of the most admired passages.] 2 Napoli di Romania is not now the most considerable place in the Morea, but Tripolitza, where the Pacha resides, and maintains his government. Napoli is near Argos. I visited all three in 1810-11; and, in the course of journeying through the country from my first arrival in 1809," I crossed the Isthmus eight times in my way from Attica to the Morea, over the mountains, or in the other direction, when passing from the Gulf of Athens to that of Lepanto. Both the routes are picturesque and beautiful, though very different that by sea has more sameness; but the voyage being always within sight of land, and often very near it, presents many attractive views of the islands Salamis, Ægina, Poro, &c., and the coast of the Continent. 3["With regard to the observations on carelessness, &c.," wrote Lord Byron to a friend, “I think, with all humility, that the gentle reader has considered a rather uncommon, and decidedly irregular, versification for haste and negli gence. The measure is not that of any of the other poems, which (I believe) were allowed to be tolerably correct, according to Byshe and the fingers-or ears-by which bards write, and readers reckon. Great part of the "Siege' is in (I think) what the learned call anapests, (though I am not sure, being heinously forgetful of my metres and my Gradus,) and many of the lines intentionally longer or shorter than its rhyming companion; and the rhyme also occurring at greater or less intervals of caprice or convenience. I mean not to say that this is right or good, but merely that I could have been smoother; had it appeared to me of advantage; and that I was not otherwise without being aware of the deviation, though I now feel sorry for it, as I would undoubtedly rather please than not. My wish has been to try at something different from my former efforts; as I endeavored to make them differ from each other. The versification of the Corsair' is not that of 'Lara' nor the Giaour' that of the Bride: Childe Harold' is, again, varied from these; and I strove to vary the last somewhat from all of the others. Excuse all this nonsense and egotism. The fact is, that I am rather trying to think on the subject of this note, than really thinking on it.”— Byron Letters, Feb. 1816.] [On Christmas-day, 1815, Lord Byron, enclosing this fragment to Mr. Murray, says,-"I send some lines, written some time ago, and intended as an opening to the Siege of We were a gallant company, Riding o'er land, and sailing o'er sea. We forded the river, and clomb the high hill, Or stretch'd on the beach, or our saddles spread All our thoughts and words had scope, Yet through the wide world might ye search, But some are dead, and some are gone, That look along Epirus' valleys, But those hardy days flew cheerily, And when they now fall drearily, My thoughts, like swallows, skim the main, And bear my spirit back again Corinth I had for gotten them, and am not sure that they had not better be left out now;-on that, you and your synod can determine."-"They are written," says Moore, n the loosest forra of that rambling style of metre, which lus admiration of Mr. Coleridge's Christabel' led him, at this time, to adopt." It will be seen, hereafter, that the poe: baul never read "Christabel" at the time when he wrote these lines -he had, however, the "Lay of the Last Minstrel" With regard to the character of the speces of versification at this time so much in favor, it may be observed, that feels le imitations have since then vulgarized it a good deal to the general ear; but that, in the hands of Mr. Coleridge, Sir Walter Scott, and Lord Byron himself. has often been employed with the most happy effect. Its regulanty, when moulded under the guidance of a delitate taste, is more to the eye than to the ear, and in fact not greater than was admitted in some of the most delicious of the lyrical measures of the ancient Greeks.] In one of his sea excursions, Lord Byron was nearly lost in a Turkish ship of war, owing to the ignorance of the captain and crew. "Fletcher," he says, "yelled; the Greek called on all the saints; the Mussulmans on Alla; while the captain burst into tears, and ran below deck. I what I could to console Fletcher; but finding him inComable. I wrapped myself up in my Albanian capote, and lay down to wait the worst." This striking instance of the poet's coolness and courage is thus confirmed by Mr. Hob "Finding that, from his lameness, he was unable to be of any service in the exertions which our very serious danger called for, after a laugh or two at the panic of his vas, he not only wrapped himself up and lay down, in the Tanner he has described, but when our difficulties were Jerminated was found fast asleep."] The last tidings recently heard of Dervish (one of the Artcuts who followed me) state him to be in revolt upon the mountains, at the head of some of the bands common in that country in times of trouble. la the original MS. "A marvel from her Moslem bands."] Over the earth, and through the air, And sit with me on Acro-Corinth's brow? I. Many a vanish'd year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, The keystone of a land, which still, Or could the bones of all the slain, More mountain-like, through those clear skies, Which seems the very clouds to kiss." 4 [Timoleon, who had saved the life of his brother Timophanes in battle, afterwards killed him for aiming at the supreme power in Corinth, preferring his duty to his country to all the obligations of blood. Dr. Warton says, that Pope once intended to write an epic poem on the story, and that Dr. Akenside had the same design.] [The Giaour, the Bride of Abydos, the Corsair, Lara, the Siege of Corinth, followed each other with a celerity, which was only rivalled by their success; and if at times the author seemed to pause in his poetic career with the threat of forbearing further adventure for a time, the public eagerly pardoned the breach of a promise by keeping which they must have been sufferers Exquisitely beautiful in themselves, these tales received a new charm from the romantic climes into which they introduced us, and from the oriental costume so strictly preserved and so picturesquely exhibited. Greece, the cradle of the poetry with which our earliest studies are familiar, was presented to us among her ruins and her sorrows. Her delightful scenery, once dedicated to those deities who, though dethroned from their own Olympus, still preserve a poetical empire, was spread before us in Lord Byron's poetry, varied by all the moral effect derived from what Greece is and what she has been, while it was doubled by comparisons, perpetually excited, between the philosophers and heroes who formerly inhabited that romantic country, and their descendants, who either stoop to their Scythian conquerors, or maintain, among the recesses of their classical mountains, an independence as wild and savage as it is precarious. The oriental manners also and diction, so peculiar in their picturesque effect that they can cast a charm even over the absurdities of an eastern tale, had here the more honorable occupation of decorating that which in itself was beautiful, and enhancing by novelty what would have been captivating without its aid. The powerful impression produced by this peculiar species of poetry confirmed us in a principle, which, though it will hardly be challenged when stated as an axiom, is very rarely complied with in practice. It is, that every author should, like Lord Byron, form to himself, and communicate to the reader, a precise, defined, and distinct view of the landscape, sentiment, or action which he intends to de scribe to the reader.-SIR WALTER SCOTT.] |