The Works of Lord Byron Volume III Part 2

Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, And lightnings, as they play, But show where rocks our path have crost, Or gild the torrent's spray.

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Is yon a cot I saw, though low?

When lightning broke the gloom-- How welcome were its shade!--ah, no!

'Tis but a Turkish tomb.

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Through sounds of foaming waterfalls, I hear a voice exclaim-- My way-worn countryman, who calls On distant England's name.

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A shot is fired--by foe or friend?

Another--'tis to tell The mountain-peasants to descend, And lead us where they dwell.

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Oh! who in such a night will dare To tempt the wilderness?

And who 'mid thunder-peals can hear Our signal of distress?

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And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road?

Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad.

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Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour!

More fiercely pours the storm!

Yet here one thought has still the power To keep my bosom warm.

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While wandering through each broken path, O'er brake and craggy brow; While elements exhaust their wrath, Sweet Florence, where art thou?

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Not on the sea, not on the sea-- Thy bark hath long been gone: Oh, may the storm that pours on me, Bow down my head alone!

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Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc, When last I pressed thy lip; And long ere now, with foaming shock, Impelled thy gallant ship.

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Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now Hast trod the sh.o.r.e of Spain; 'Twere hard if aught so fair as thou Should linger on the main.

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And since I now remember thee In darkness and in dread, As in those hours of revelry Which Mirth and Music sped;

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Do thou, amid the fair white walls, If Cadiz yet be free, At times from out her latticed halls Look o'er the dark blue sea;

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Then think upon Calypso's isles, Endeared by days gone by; To others give a thousand smiles, To me a single sigh.

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And when the admiring circle mark The paleness of thy face, A half-formed tear, a transient spark Of melancholy grace,

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Again thou'lt smile, and blushing shun Some c.o.xcomb's raillery; Nor own for once thou thought'st on one, Who ever thinks on thee.

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Though smile and sigh alike are vain, When severed hearts repine, 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 Pa.s.sING THE AMBRACIAN GULF.[i]

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Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen, Full beams the moon on Actium's coast: And on these waves, for Egypt's queen, The ancient world was won and lost.

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And now upon the scene I look, The azure grave of many a Roman; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow _Woman_.

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Florence! whom I will love as well (As ever yet was said or sung, Since Orpheus sang his spouse from h.e.l.l) Whilst _thou_ art _fair_ and _I_ am _young_;

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Sweet Florence! those were pleasant times, When worlds were staked for Ladies' eyes: Had bards as many realms as rhymes,[j]

Thy charms might raise new Antonies.[k]

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