Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates? XIX. The horrid crags, by toppling convent crown'd, The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow. XX. Then slowly climb the many-winding way, And frequent turn to linger as you go, From loftier rocks new loveliness survey, And rest ye at "our Lady's house of woe;" Where frugal monks their little relics show, And sundry legends to the stranger tell : Here impious men have punished been, and lo! Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell, In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. XXI. And here and there, as up the crags you spring, Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path: Yet deem not these devotion's offeringThese are memorials frail of murderous wrath: For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife, Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land, where law secures not life. XXII. On sloping mounds, or in the vale beneath, Are domes where whilome kings did make repair; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there. And yonder towers the prince's palace fair: There thou too, Vathek! England's wealthiest son, Once form'd thy paradise, as not aware When wanton wealth her mightiest deeds hath done, Meek peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun. XXIII. Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan, Beneath yon mountain's ever-beauteous brow: But now, as if a thing unblest by man, Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted, portals gaping wide: Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied; Swept into wrecks anon by time's ungentle tide! XXIV. Behold the hall where chiefs were late con vened! Oh! dome displeasing unto British eye! With diadem hight foolscap, lo! a fiend, A little fiend that scoffs incessantly, There sits in parchment robe array'd, and by His side is hung a seal and sable scroll, Where blazon'd glare names known to chivalry, And sundry signatures adorn the roll, Whereat the urchin points and laughs with all his soul. XXV. Convention is the dwarfish demon styled And ever since that martial synod met, How will posterity the deed proclaim! XXVII. So deem'd the Childe, as o'er the mountains he More restless than the swallow in the skies: XXVIII. To horse! to horse! he quits, for ever quits A scene of peace, though soothing to his soul: Again he rouses from his moping fits, But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl. Onward he flies, nor fix'd as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage, Or he shall calm his breast, or learn experience sage. XXIX. Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay, Where dwelt of yore the Lusian's luckless queen; And church and court did mingle their array, And mass and revel were alternate seen: But these between a silver streamlet glides, Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the wreaking sabre smote: Nor saved your brethren ere they sank bencath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves?-the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high:-from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc, Twixt him and Lusian slave, the lowest of the Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the low. shock. XXXIX. Lo! where the giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon; Restless it rolls, now fix'd, and now anon Flashing afar, and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet. XL. By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey! Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice; XLII. There shall they rot-ambition's honour'd fools! Vain sophistry! in these behold the tools, Or call with truth one span of earth their own, Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone? XLIII. Oh, Albuera! glorious field of grief! As o'er thy plain the pilgrim prick'd his steed, XLV. Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way XLVI. But all unconscious of the coming doom, Not here war's clarion, but love's rebeck sounds; rounds: Girt with the silent crimes of capitals, Still to the last kind vice clings to the tott'ring walls. XLVII. Not so the rustic-with his trembling mate XLVIII. How carols now the lusty muleteer? And checks his song to execrate Godoy, Peace to the perish'd! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward prolong! Till others fall where other chieftains lead, Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng, And gore-faced treason sprung from her adulteAnd shine in worthless lays, the theme of tran sient song! XLIV. Enough of battle's minions! let them play name. In sooth 'twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike, blest hirelings! for their country's good And die, that living might have proved her shame; Perish'd, perchance, in some domestic feud, Or in a narrower sphere wild rapine's path pursued. rate joy. XLIX. On yon long, level plain, at distance crown'd And, scathed by fire, the green sward's dark en'd vest Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest: Here the bold peasant storm'd the dragon's nest: Still does he mark it with triumphant boast, And points to yonder cliffs, which oft were won and lost. L. And whomsoe'er along the path you meet Woe to the man that walks in public view Sharp is the knife, and sudden is the stroke; LI. At every turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load; And, far as mortal eye can compass sight, The mountain-howitzer, the broken road, The bristling palisade, the fosse o'erflow'd, The station'd bands, the never-vacant watch, The magazine in rocky durance stow'd, The holster'd steed beneath the shed of thatch, The ball-piled pyramid, the ever-blazing match, LII.. Portend the deeds to come :-but he whose nod Heard her light, lively tones in lady's bower, Seen her long locks that foil the painter's power, Her fairy form, with more than female grace, Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Beheld her smile in danger's Gorgon face, Thin the closed ranks, and lead in glory's fearful chase. LVI. Her lover sinks-she sheds no ill-timed tear; Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul, Foil'd by a woman's hand, before a batter'd wall? LVII. Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons, Soon will his legions sweep through these their Her mind is nobler sure, her charms perchance way; The West must own the scourger of the world. Ah, Spain! how sad will be thy reckoning-day, When soars Gaul's vulture, with his wings unfurl'd, And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to Hades hurl'd! LIII. And must they fall? the young, the proud, the brave, To swell one bloated chief's unwholesome reign? No step between submission and a grave? The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain? And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom, nor heed the suppliant's appeal? Is all that desperate valour acts in vain ? And counsel sage, and patriotic zeal, The veteran's skill, youth's fire, and manhood's heart of steel? LIV. Is it for this the Spanish maid, aroused, Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar, And, all unsexed, the anlace hath espoused, Sung the loud song, and dared the deed of war? And she, whom once the semblance of a scar Appall'd, and owlet's larum chill'd with dread, Now views the column-scattering bay'net jar, The falchion flash, and o'er the yet warm dead Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread. LV. Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale, Oh! had you known her in her softer hour, Mark'd her black eye that mocks her coal-black veil, |