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amidst the gloomy prospects of From a Tartar's skull they had stripped the threatening eternity, with no other flesh,
As ye peel the fig when its fruit is fresh; support but innate energy and hard
And their white tusks crunched o'er th. ened pride. These men have leşired whiter skull, too much, too impetuously, with a As it slipp'd through their jaws, when their senseless swing, like a horse which
edge grew dull. does not feel the bit, and thenceforth
As they lazily mumbled the bones of the
dead, their inner doom drives them to the When they scarce could rise from the spot abyss which they see, and cannot es. where they fed ; cape from. What a night was that of
So well had they broken a lingering fast
With those who had fallen for that night's ro Alp before Corinth! He is a rene
past. gade, and comes with the Mussulmans And Alp knew, by the turbans that roll’d on to besiege the Christians, his old
The foremost of these were the best of his friends-Minotti, the father of the girl
band: ne loves Next day he is to lead the Crimson and green were the shawls of their assault, and he thinks of his death, which he forebodes, the carnage of his
And each scalp had a single long tuft of hair,
All the rest was shaven and bare. own soldiers, which he is preparing:
The scalps were in the wild dog's maw, There is no inner support, but rooted The hair was tangled round his jaw. resentment and a firm and stern will. But close by the shore on the edge of the The Mussulmans despise him, the
There sat a vulture flapping a wolf, Christians execrate him, and his glory Who had stolen from the hills, but kept only publishes his treason. Dejected away, and fevered, he passes through the Scared by the dogs, from the human proy;
But he seized on his share of a steed that sleeping camp, and wanders on the shore:
Pickd by the birds, on the sands of the “'Tis midnight : on the mountains brown
bay." The cold, round moon shines deeply down ; Such is the goal of man; the hot frenzy Blue roll
the waters, blue the sky
of life ends here; buried or not, it
The storm of his rages and his efforts
have but served to cast him to these
sentiment of frustrated hopes and inSave where the steed neighed oft and satiable desires. Could any of us forget shrill, .
the death of Lara after once reading And the wide hum of that wild host
it ? Has any one elsewhere seen, save Rustled like leaves from coast to coast."
in Shakspeare, a sadder picture of the How the heart sickens before such destiny of a man vainly rearing against spectacles ! What a contrast between inevitable fate? Though generous, like his agony and the peace of immortal Macbeth, he has, like Macbeth, dared nature ! 'How man stretches then his every thing against law and conscience, arms towards ideal beauty, and how even against pity and the most ordinary imr ytently they fall back at the con- feelings of honor. Crimes committed tact of our clay and mortality! Alp have forced him into other crimes, and advances over the sandy shore to the blood poured out has made him glide foot of the bastion, exposed to the fire into a pool of blood. As a corsair, ho of the sentinels; and he hardly thinks has slain ; as a cut-throat, he assassiof it:
nates; and his former murders which
haunt his dreams come with their bat's" And he saw the lean dogs beneath the wall Hold o'er the dead their carnival,
wings beating against the portals of Gorging and growling o'er carcase and limb; his brain. He does not drive them They were too busy to bark at him ! away, these black visitors; though the
mouth remains silent, the pallid hrow * Byron's Wcrks, Thea Siege of Corimtik, 6. 116.
* Ibid. c. xvi. 133
and strange smile bear witness to their under an inclement sky, on the shores approach. And yet it is a noble spec. of a storniy ocean,--the work of a too tacle to see man standing, with calm wilful, too strong, too sombre race,countenance even under their touch. and which, after lavishing its images The last day comes, and six inches of of desolation and heroism, ends by iron suffice for all this energy and fury; stretching like a black veil over the Lera is lying beneath a lime tree, and whole of living nature the dream of his w und " is bleeding fast from life universal destruction; this dream is away."
With each convulsion the here, as in the Edda, almost equally strearr gushes blacker, then stops; the grand : blood Xows now only drop by drop, and his brow is already moist, his eyes“ I had a dream, which was not all a dream. dim. The victors arrive-he does not The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the
stars deign to answer them; the priest brings
Did wander darkling in the eternal space, near the absolving cross,
“ but he
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth look'd upon it with an eye profane.” Swung blind and blackening in the moonlese What remains to him of life is for his
Morn came and went and came, and brought poor page, the only being who loved
no day. him, who has followed him to the end, Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour and who now tries to stanch the blood They fell apd faded-and the crackling from his wound:
Extinguish'd with a crash-and all was “ He scarce can speak, but motions him 'tis black. vain,
And they did live by watckfires and the · He clasps the hand that pang which would thrones, assuage,
The palaces of crowned kings-the huts, And sadly smiles his thanks to that dark The habitations of all things which dwell, page.
Were burnt for beacons ; cities were corr His dying tones are in that other tongue,.
sumed, To which some strange remembrance wildly And men were gathered round their blazing clung.
homas And as Kaled's answering accents
To look cace more into each other's face... ceased,
The brows of men by the despairing light Rose Lara's hand, and pointed to the East: Wore an uncarthly aspect, as by fits Whether (as then the breaking sun from high
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down Roll'd back the clouds) the morrow caught
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did his
rest eye, Or that 'twas chance, or some remember'd Their chins upon their clenched hands, and
smiled; scene, That raised his arm to point where such had And others hurried to and fro, and fed been,
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up Scarce Kaled seem'd to know, but turn'd With mad disquietude on the dull sky, away,
The pall of a past world ; and then again As if his heart abhorr'd that coming day, With curses cast them down upon the dust, And shrunk his glance before that morning And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild light,
birds shriek'd, To look' on Lara's brow—where all grew And, terrified, did futter on the ground, night. :
And tap their useless wings; the wildest But from his visage little could we guess,
brutes So unrepentant, dark, and passionless.
Came tame and tremulous; and vipen But gasping heaved the breath that Lara crawl'd drew,
And twined themse!ves among the multitude, And dull the film along his dim eye grew;
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for His limos stretch'd Auttering, and his head
food : droop'd o'er."
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again ;-a meal was bought All is over, and of this haughty spirit W.th blood, and each sate sullenly apart there remains but a poor piece of clay
Gorging himself in gloom: po love was left;
All earth was but one thought-and that was After all, it is the desirable lot of such
death, hearts ; they have spent life amiss, and Immediate and inglorious; and the pang only rest well in the tomb.
Of famine fed ppon all entrails-men A strange and altogether northern Died, and theh bones were tombless as their
flesh; poetry, with its root in the Edda and
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd, its flower in Shakspeare, born long ago Even dogs assail'd their masters, all saw * Byron' Works, z. ; Larm, c. 3, st. 17-20,
one, And he was faithful to a curse and key
hing is a
this does almost elu
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at of it, ther, quite freely : the subject of
age, expressed so as to display the
in which genuine gods act and speak.
This appeared impossible in the nine
teenth century, since the special work
of creative ideas, and the suppression
Greek and the Christian, neither seem-
world. Classic literature dragged down
and the ancient gods slept on their old
ology alone might go to arouse them
| Ibid. iv. 320; Letter to Wr. Mwray ocean, the choirs of happy spirits. See this a Ravenna, June 7, 1820.
leigth in the Martyrs
and had succeeded in this. Instead of | And the creative essence which surrounds,
And lives in all, and worketh ever more, rejecting legend, Goethe took it up
Encompass . within love's gracious bounds again. He chose a mediæval story for
And all the world of things, which fit before his theme. Carefully, scrupulously, The gaze in seeming fitful and obscure, ne Tacked old manners and old be De . in lasting thoughts embody and se liefs ; an alchemist's laboratory, a sor: cerer's conjuring-book, coarse villagers Are these angels, for an instant at least students' or drunkards' gayety, a witch any thing else than the ideal intelligence es' meeting on the Brocken, a mass in which comes, through sympathy, .. :hurch; we might fancy we saw an love all, and through ideas, to compre Engraving of Luther's time, conscien- hend als ? What shall we say of this
sus and minute : nothing is omitted. Deity, at first biblical and individuals Beavenly characters appear in conse who little by little is unshaped, van ciated attitudes after the text of Scrip; ishes and, sinking to the depths, be turc. lib: the old mysteries : the Lord hind the splendors of living nature and withi his angels, then with the devil, mystic reverie, is confused with the inwho comes to ask permission to tempt accessible absolute ? Thus is the Faust, as formerly he tempted. Job; whole poem unfolded, action and char, heaven, as St. Francis imagined it and acters, men and gods, antiquity and Van Eyck painted it, with anchorites, middle ages, aggregate and details, holy women and doctors- some in a always on the confines of two worlds landscape with bluish rocks, others
-one visible and figurative, the other above in the sublime air, hovering in intelligible and formless ; one comprechoirs about the Virgin in glory, one hending the moving externals of his tier above another. Goethe affects
tory or of life, and all that hued and even to be so orthodox as to write un- perfumed bloom which nature lavishes der each her Latin name, and her due
on the surface of existence, the other niche in the Vulgate.* And this very containing the profound generative fidelity proclaims him a skeptic. We powers and invisible fixed laws by see that if he resuscitates the ancient which all these living beings come to world, it is as a historian, not as a be the light of day.t At last we see ow liever. He is only a Christian through gods : we no longer parody them, like remembrance and poetic feeling. In our ancestors, by idols or persons; we him the modern spirit overflows de perceive them as they are in themsignedly the narrow vessel in which he selves, and we have no need, in order designedly seems to enclose it. The
to see them, to renounce poetry, nor thinker percolates through the narra- break with the past. We remain on, tor. Every instant a calculated word, our knees before the shrines where which seems involuntary, opens up men have prayed for three thousand glimpses of philosophy, beyond the years; we do not tear a single rose eils of tradition. Who are they, these from the chaplets with which they supernatural personages, - this god, have crowned their divine Madonnas; this Mephistopheles, these angels ?
we do not extinguish a single candle The'r substance incessantly dissolves which they have crowded on the altar and re-forms, to show or hide alternate- steps; we behold with an artist's pleasly the idea which tills it. Are they ure the precious shrines where, amidst abstractions or characters ? Mephis- the wrought candlesticks, the suns o sopheles, a revolutionary and a philoso diamonds, the gorgeous copes, they pher, who has read Candide, and cyni- have scattered the purest treasures of cally jeers at the Powers.--is he any. their genius and their heart. But our thing but “the spirit of negation ? ”
thoughts pierce further than pur eyes. The angels
For us, at certain moments, these dra. " Rejoice to share The wealth exuberant of all that's iair,
• Goethe's Faust, translated by Theodore Which lives, and has its being everywhere!
Martin. Prologue in Heaven.
Goethe sings : * Magna peccatrix, S. Lucæ, vii. 36; Mulier “ Wer ruft das Einselne zur allgemeinen Samaritana, S. Johannis, iv. ; Mariá Ægyp tiaca (Acta Sanctorum), etc.
Wo es in herrlichen Accorden schluge *
peries, this marble, all this pomp va- or accent; his whole care is to keep it
the flexible genius of the mus.cian, who