The Works of Lord Byron Volume I Part 36

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A Monarch bade thee from that wild arise, Where Sherwood's outlaws, once, were wont to prowl; And Superst.i.tion's crimes, of various dyes, Sought shelter in the Priest's protecting cowl.

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Where, now, the gra.s.s exhales a murky dew, The humid pall of life-extinguish'd clay, In sainted fame, the sacred Fathers grew, Nor raised their pious voices, but to pray.

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Where, now, the bats their wavering wings extend, Soon as the gloaming [5] spreads her waning shade;[ii]

The choir did, oft, their mingling vespers blend, Or matin orisons to Mary [6] paid.

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Years roll on years; to ages, ages yield; Abbots to Abbots, in a line, succeed: Religion's charter, their protecting s.h.i.+eld, Till royal sacrilege their doom decreed.

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One holy HENRY rear'd the Gothic walls, And bade the pious inmates rest in peace; Another HENRY [7] the kind gift recalls, And bids devotion's hallow'd echoes cease.

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Vain is each threat, or supplicating prayer; He drives them exiles from their blest abode, To roam a dreary world, in deep despair-- No friend, no home, no refuge, but their G.o.d. [8]

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Hark! how the hall, resounding to the strain, Shakes with the martial music's novel din!

The heralds of a warrior's haughty reign, High crested banners wave thy walls within.

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Of changing sentinels the distant hum, The mirth of feasts, the clang of burnish'd arms, The braying trumpet, and the hoa.r.s.er drum, Unite in concert with increas'd alarms.

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An abbey once, a regal fortress [9] now, Encircled by insulting rebel powers; War's dread machines o'erhang thy threat'ning brow, And dart destruction, in sulphureous showers.

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Ah! vain defence! the hostile traitor's siege, Though oft repuls'd, by guile o'ercomes the brave; His thronging foes oppress the faithful Liege, Rebellion's reeking standards o'er him wave.

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Not unaveng'd the raging Baron yields; The blood of traitors smears the purple plain; Unconquer'd still, his falchion there he wields, And days of glory, yet, for him remain.

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Still, in that hour, the warrior wish'd to strew Self-gather'd laurels on a self-sought grave; But Charles' protecting genius. .h.i.ther flew, The monarch's friend, the monarch's hope, to save.

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Trembling, she s.n.a.t.c.h'd him [10] from th' unequal strife, In other fields the torrent to repel; For n.o.bler combats, here, reserv'd his life, To lead the band, where G.o.dlike FALKLAND [11] fell.

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From thee, poor pile! to lawless plunder given, While dying groans their painful requiem sound, Far different incense, now, ascends to Heaven, Such victims wallow on the gory ground.

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There many a pale and ruthless Robber's corse, Noisome and ghast, defiles thy sacred sod; O'er mingling man, and horse commix'd with horse, Corruption's heap, the savage spoilers trod.

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Graves, long with rank and sighing weeds o'erspread, Ransack'd resign, perforce, their mortal mould: From ruffian fangs, escape not e'en the dead, Racked from repose, in search for buried gold.

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Hush'd is the harp, unstrung the warlike lyre, The minstrel's palsied hand reclines in death; No more he strikes the quivering chords with fire, Or sings the glories of the martial wreath. [iii]

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At length the sated murderers, gorged with prey, Retire: the clamour of the fight is o'er; Silence again resumes her awful sway, And sable Horror guards the ma.s.sy door.

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Here, Desolation holds her dreary court: What satellites declare her dismal reign!

Shrieking their dirge, ill-omen'd birds resort, To flit their vigils, in the h.o.a.ry fane.

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