And angry clouds are pouring fast 2. Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, But show where rocks our path have crost, 3. Is yon a cot I saw, though low? When lightning broke the gloomHow welcome were its shade!—ah, no! 'Tis but a Turkish tomb. 4. Through sounds of foaming waterfalls, I hear a voice exclaim My way-worn countryman, who calls 5. A shot is fired-by foe or friend? The mountain-peasants to descend, And lead us where they dwell. 6. Oh! who in such a night will dare To tempt the wilderness? and that after wandering up and down in total ignorance of their position, had, at last, stopped near some Turkish tombstones and a torrent, which they saw by the flashes of lightning. They had been thus exposed for nine hours. . . . It was long before we ceased to talk of the thunderstorm in the plain of Zitza."-Travels in Albania, 1858, i. 70, 72; Childe Harold, Canto II. stanza xlviii., Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 129, note 1.] And who 'mid thunder-peals can hear 7. And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad. 8. Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour! Yet here one thought has still the power 9. While wandering through each broken path, O'er brake and craggy brow; While elements exhaust their wrath, Sweet Florence, where art thou? IO. Not on the sea, not on the sea- II. Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc, And long ere now, with foaming shock, 12. Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now 13. And since I now remember thee In darkness and in dread, As in those hours of revelry Which Mirth and Music sped; 14. Do thou, amid the fair white walls, At times from out her latticed halls 15. Then think upon Calypso's isles, 16. And when the admiring circle mark A half-formed tear, a transient spark Of melancholy grace, 17. Again thou'lt smile, and blushing shun Some coxcomb's raillery; Nor own for once thou thought'st on one, Who ever thinks on thee. STANZAS WRITTEN IN PASSING THE AMBRACIAN GULF. II 18. Though smile and sigh alike are vain, My spirit flies o'er Mount and Main, And mourns in search of thine. October 11, 1809. [MS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).] STANZAS WRITTEN IN PASSING THE I. THROUGH cloudless skies, in silvery sheen, 2. And now upon the scene I look, The azure grave of many a Roman; His wavering crown to follow Woman. 3. Florence! whom I will love as well (As ever yet was said or sung, Since Orpheus sang his spouse from Hell) 4. Sweet Florence! those were pleasant times, i. Stanzas.-[1812.] Had bards as many realms as rhymes,i 5. Though Fate forbids such things to be,. But would not lose thee for a World.1 November 14, 1809. [MS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).] THE SPELL IS BROKE, THE CHARM IS FLOWN! iv. WRITTEN AT ATHENS, JANUARY 16, 1810. THE spell is broke, the charm is flown! Recalls the woes of Nature's charter; But lives-as Saints have died—a martyr. [MS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).] i. Had Bards but realms along with rhymes.—[MS. M.] ii. Again we'd see some Antonies.—[MS. M.] iii. Though Jove -.-[MS. M.] iv. Written at Athens.-[1812.] 1. [Compare [A Woman's Hair] stanza 1, line 4, "I would not lose you for a world."-Poetical Works, 1898, i. 233.] |