And the powerless moon beholds them flow, 430 Calm or high, in main or bay, On their course she hath no sway. The rock unworn its base doth bare, And looks o'er the surf, but it comes not there; A smooth short space of yellow sandi. 1 He wandered on along the beach, Till within the range of a carbine's reach Of the leaguered wall; but they saw him not, Or how could he 'scape from the hostile shot ?ii. Did traitors lurk in the Christians' hold? 440 Were their hands grown stiff, or their hearts waxed cold? I know not, in sooth; but from yonder wall iii. The sullen words of the sentinel, 450 As his measured step on the stone below Clanked, as he paced it to and fro; And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall i. A little space of light grey sand.--[MS. G. erased.] The ball on numbers better sped.-[MS. G. erased.] iii. I know not in faith -.-[MS. G.] 1. [Compare The Island, Canto IV. sect. ii. lines 11, 12— "A narrow segment of the yellow sand On one side forms the outline of a strand."] 2. [Gifford has drawn his pen through lines 456-478. If, as the Gorging and growling o'er carcass and limb; They were too busy to bark at him! From a Tartar's skull they had stripped the flesh, As ye peel the fig when its fruit is fresh ; And their white tusks crunched o'er the whiter skull,1 460 As it slipped through their jaws, when their edge grew dull, As they lazily mumbled the bones of the dead, When they scarce could rise from the spot where they fed; So well had they broken a lingering fast With those who had fallen for that night's repast. And Alp knew, by the turbans that rolled on the sand, All the rest was shaven and bare. The scalps were in the wild dog's maw, The hair was tangled round his jaw: But close by the shore, on the edge of the gulf, 470 editor of The Works of Lord Byron, 1832 (x. 100), maintains, “Lord Byron gave Mr. Gifford carte blanche to strike out or alter anything at his pleasure in this poem as it was passing through the press," it is somewhat remarkable that he does not appear to have paid any attention whatever to the august "reader's "suggestions and strictures. The sheets on which Gifford's corrections are scrawled are not proof-sheets, but pages torn out of the first edition; and it is probable that they were made after the poem was published, and with a view to the inclusion of an emended edition in the collected works. See letter to Murray, January 2, 1817.] 1. This spectacle I have seen, such as described, beneath the wall of the Seraglio at Constantinople, in the little cavities worn by the Bosphorus in the rock, a narrow terrace of which projects between the wall and the water. I think the fact is also mentioned in Hobhouse's Travels [in Albania, 1855, ii. 215]. The bodies were probably those of some refractory Janizaries. 2. This tuft, or long lock, is left from a superstition that Mahomet will draw them into Paradise by it. Who had stolen from the hills, but kept away, XVII. Alp turned him from the sickening sight: i. 1 480 But he better could brook to behold the dying, And Honour's eye on daring deeds! But when all is past, it is humbling to tread iii. O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead, 4 490 All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay.iv. i. Deep in the tide of their lost blood lying.—[MS. G. Copy.] iii. And when all -. —[MS. G.] iv. All that liveth on man will prey, or, Nature rejoicing in his decay. All that can kindle dismay and disgust Follow his frame from the bier to the dust.-[MS. G. erased.] I. ["Than the mangled corpse in its own blood lying."GIFFORD.] 2. [Strike out "Scorch'd with the death-thirst, and writhing in vain, perishing dead"?-GIFFORD.] 3. [Lines 487, 488 are inserted in the copy in Byron's handwriting.] 4. ["O'er the weltering limbs of the tombless dead."—GIFFORD.] XVIII. There is a temple in ruin stands, Of the things to come than the things before! i. 1 But enough of the past for the future to grieve 500 O'er that which hath been, and o'er that which must be: What we have seen, our sons shall see ; Remnants of things that have passed away, XIX. He sate him down at a pillar's base," i. it hath left no more Of the mightiest things that have gone before.— ii. After this follows in the MS. erased Monuments that the coming age Leaves to the spoil of the season's rage— Till Ruin makes the relics scarce, Then Learning acts her solemn farce, And, roaming through the marble waste, Prates of beauty, art, and taste. XIX. ii. 510 [MS. G. erased.] That Temple was more in the midst of the plain or, What of that shrine did yet remain Lay to his left more in midst of the plain.-[MS. G.] 1. [Omit this couplet.-GIFFORD.] 2. [From this all is beautiful to "He saw not-he knew not-but nothing is there."-GIFFORD. For "pillar's base," compare Childe Harold, Canto II. stanza x. line 2, Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 105.] |