The Works of Lord Byron Volume II Part 24

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This must he feel, the true-born son of Greece, If Greece one true-born patriot still can boast: Not such as prate of War, but skulk in Peace, The bondsman's peace, who sighs for all he lost, Yet with smooth smile his Tyrant can accost, And wield the slavish sickle, not the sword: Ah! Greece! they love thee least who owe thee most-- Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record[187]

Of hero Sires, who shame thy now degenerate horde!

Lx.x.xIV.

When riseth Lacedemon's Hardihood, When Thebes Epaminondas rears again, When Athens' children are with hearts endued,[fu]

When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men, Then may'st thou be restored; but not till then.

A thousand years scarce serve to form a state; An hour may lay it in the dust: and when Can Man its shattered splendour renovate, Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?

Lx.x.xV.

And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost G.o.ds and G.o.dlike men, art thou!

Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow,[37.B.]

Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now: Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough: So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded _Worth_:[188]

Lx.x.xVI.

Save where some solitary column[189] mourns Above its prostrate brethren of the cave;[38.B.]

Save where Tritonia's[190] airy shrine adorns Colonna's cliff,[191] and gleams along the wave; Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave, Where the gray stones and unmolested gra.s.s Ages, but not Oblivion, feebly brave; While strangers, only, not regardless pa.s.s, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas!"

Lx.x.xVII.

Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva[192] smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus[193] yields; There the blithe Bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of thy mountain-air; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare:[fv]

Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair.

Lx.x.xVIII.[194]

Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of Wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon; Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone: Age shakes Athenae's tower, but spares gray Marathon.[195]

Lx.x.xIX.

The Sun, the soil--but not the slave, the same;-- Unchanged in all except its foreign Lord, Preserves alike its bounds and boundless fame[fw]

The Battle-field, where Persia's victim horde First bowed beneath the brunt of h.e.l.las' sword, As on the morn to distant Glory dear, When Marathon became a magic word;[39.B.]

Which uttered, to the hearer's eye appear[fx]

The camp, the host, the fight, the Conqueror's career,[fy]

XC.

The flying Mede, his shaftless broken bow--[fz][196]

The fiery Greek, his red pursuing spear; Mountains above--Earth's, Ocean's plain below-- Death in the front, Destruction in the rear!

Such was the scene--what now remaineth here?

What sacred Trophy marks the hallowed ground, Recording Freedom's smile and Asia's tear?[ga]

The rifled urn, the violated mound,[197]

The dust thy courser's hoof, rude stranger! spurns around.

XCI.

Yet to the remnants of thy Splendour past[gb]

Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng; Long shall the voyager, with th' Ionian blast,[198]

Hail the bright clime of Battle and of Song: Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy fame the youth of many a sh.o.r.e; Boast of the aged! lesson of the young!

Which Sages venerate and Bards adore, As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore.

XCII.

The parted bosom clings to wonted home, If aught that's kindred cheer the welcome hearth; He that is lonely--hither let him roam, And gaze complacent on congenial earth.

Greece is no lightsome land of social mirth: But he whom Sadness sootheth may abide, And scarce regret the region of his birth, When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side, Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died.[199]

XCIII.

Let such approach this consecrated Land, And pa.s.s in peace along the magic waste; But spare its relics--let no busy hand Deface the scenes, already how defaced!

Not for such purpose were these altars placed: Revere the remnants Nations once revered: So may our Country's name be undisgraced, So may'st thou prosper where thy youth was reared, By every honest joy of Love and Life endeared!

XCIV.

For thee, who thus in too protracted song Hast soothed thine Idlesse with inglorious lays, Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng Of louder Minstrels in these later days: To such resign the strife for fading Bays-- Ill may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor keen Reproach nor partial Praise,[gc]

Since cold each kinder heart that might approve-- And none are left to please when none are left to love.

XCV.

Thou too art gone, thou loved and lovely one!

Whom Youth and Youth's affections bound to me; Who did for me what none beside have done, Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee.

What is my Being! thou hast ceased to be!

Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home, Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see-- Would they had never been, or were to come!

Would he had ne'er returned to find fresh cause to roam![gd][200]

XCVI.

Oh! ever loving, lovely, and beloved!

How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past, And clings to thoughts now better far removed!

But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last.[ge]

All thou couldst have of mine, stern Death! thou hast; The Parent, Friend, and now the more than Friend: Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast,[201]

And grief with grief continuing still to blend, Hath s.n.a.t.c.hed the little joy that Life had yet to lend.

XCVII.

Then must I plunge again into the crowd, And follow all that Peace disdains to seek?

Where Revel calls, and Laughter, vainly loud, False to the heart, distorts the hollow cheek, To leave the flagging spirit doubly weak; Still o'er the features, which perforce they cheer, To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique: Smiles form the channel of a future tear, Or raise the writhing lip with ill-dissembled sneer.

XCVIII.

What is the worst of woes that wait on Age?

What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?

To view each loved one blotted from Life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

Before the Chastener humbly let me bow, O'er Hearts divided and o'er Hopes destroyed: Roll on, vain days! full reckless may ye flow, Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoyed,[gf]

And with the ills of Eld mine earlier years alloyed.

[Note.--The MS. closes with stanza xcii. Stanzas xciii.-xcviii. were added after _Childe Harold_ was in the press. Byron sent them to Dallas, October 11, 1811, and, apparently, on the same day composed the _Epistle to a Friend_ (F. Hodgson) _in answer to some lines exhorting the Author to be cheerful, and to "Banish Care,"_ and the first poem _To Thyrza_ ("Without a stone to mark the Spot"). "I have sent," he writes, "two or three additional stanzas for both '_Fyttes_.' I have been again shocked with a _death_, and have lost one very dear to me in happier times; but 'I have almost forgot the taste of grief,' and 'supped full of horrors'

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