What lost a world, and bade a hero fly? Yet be the soft Triumvir's fault forgiven; By this-how many lose not earth—but Heaven! And seal their own to spare some Wanton's woe! 1160 XVI. 'Tis Morn—and o'er his altered features play CANTO THE THIRD. "Come vedi-ancor non m'abbandona." I. SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,1 1170 Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, 1180 1. The opening lines, as far as section ii., have, perhaps, little business here, and were annexed to an unpublished (though printed) poem [The Curse of Minerva]; but they were written on the spot, in the Spring of 1811, and I scarce know why-the reader must excuse their appearance here—if he can. [See letter to Murray, October 23, 1812.] 2. [See Curse of Minerva, line 7, Poetical Works, 1898, i. 457. For Hydra, see A. L. Castellan's Lettres sur la Morée, 1820, i. 155176. He gives (p. 174) a striking description of a sunrise off the Cape of Sunium.] And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of Heaven; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, On such an eve, his palest beam he cast, And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes: I 200 But lo! from high Hymettus to the plain, 1. Socrates drank the hemlock a short time before sunset (the hour of execution), notwithstanding the entreaties of his disciples to wait till the sun went down. 2. The twilight in Greece is much shorter than in our own country: the days in winter are longer, but in summer of shorter duration. 1 Where meek Cephisus pours his scanty tide; Again the Ægean, heard no more afar, Mixed with the shades of many a distant isle, That frown-where gentler Ocean seems to smile. II. 1210 1220 Not now my theme-why turn my thoughts to thee? Nor dwell upon thy name, whate'er the tale, Who that beheld that Sun upon thee set, Fair Athens could thine evening face forget? 1230 1. The Kiosk is a Turkish summer house: the palm is without the present walls of Athens, not far from the temple of Theseus, between which and the tree, the wall intervenes.-Čephisus' stream is indeed scanty, and Ilissus has no stream at all. [E. Dodwell (Classical Tour, 1819, i. 371) speaks of "a magnificent palm tree, which shoots among the ruins of the Ptolemaion," a short distance to the east of the Theseion. There is an illustration in its honour. The Theseion-which was "within five minutes' walk" of Byron's lodgings (Travels in Albania, 1858, i. 259)—contains the remains of the scholar, John Tweddell, died 1793, which a stone was placed, owing to the exertions of Lord Byron (Clarke's Travels, Part II. sect. i. p. 534). When Byron died, Colonel Stanhope proposed, and the chief Odysseus decreed, that he should be buried in the same spot.-Life, p. 640.] 66 over Nor seems this homage foreign to its strain, His Corsair's isle was once thine own domain-1 III. The Sun hath sunk-and, darker than the night, His only tidings that they had not met! Though wild, as now, far different were the tale The night-breeze freshens-she that day had passed It came at last—a sad and shattered boat, His fellow's mournful guess at Conrad's fate : 1240 1250 I. [After the battle of Salamis, B.C. 480, Paros fell under the dominion of Athens.] VOL. III. T |