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To stem the torrent of descending time;
Ibrahim's scimitar Drew with its gleam swift victory from heaven To burn before him in the night of battle — A light and a destruction.
Ay! the day
Was ours; but how?
The light Wallachians, The Arnaut, Servian, and Albanian allies, Fled from the glance of our artillery Almost before the thunder-stone alit; One half the Grecian army made a bridge Of safe and slow retreat with Moslem dead ; The other —
Speak — tremble not.
Islanded By victor myriads formed in hollow square With rough and steadfast front, and thrice flung
“Slaves, Render yourselves — they have abandoned you — What hope of refuge, or retreat, or aid ? We grant your lives.” — “Grant that which is
thine own!” Cried one, and fell upon his sword and died ! Another God, and
man, and hope abandon me; But I to them and to myself remain Constant;” he bowed his head and his heart burst. A third exclaimed, “There is a refuge, tyrant, Where thou darest not pursue, and canst not harm, Shouldst thou pursue ; there we shall meet again.” Then held his breath, and, after a brief spasm, The indignant spirit cast its mortal garment
Among the slain - dead earth upon the earth!
ye, weak conquerors! giants, who look pale When the crushed worm rebels beneath your
tread The vultures, and the dogs, your pensioners tame, Are overgorged ; but, like oppressors, still
They crave the relic of Destruction's feast.
upon your streams and mountains, Upon your fields, your gardens, and your house
tops, Where'er the winds shall creep, or the clouds fly, Or the dews fall, or the angry sun look down With poisoned light — Famine, and Pestilence, And Panic, shall wage war upon our side! Nature from all her boundaries is moved Against ye; Time has found ye light as foam. The Earth rebels; and Good and Evil stake Their empire o'er the unborn world of men On this one cast; but ere the die be thrown, The renovated genius of our race, Proud umpire of the impious game, descends, A seraph-wingèd Victory, bestriding The tempest of the Omnipotence of God, Which sweeps all things to their appointed doom, And you to oblivion!” — More he would have said, But
Died — as thou shouldst ere thy lips had painted Their ruin in the hues of our success. A rebel's crime, gilt with a rebel's tongue ! Your heart is Greek, Hassan.
455 Your || Thy, Rossetti.
Live! oh, live! outlive Me and this sinking empire. But the fleet
The fleet which, like a flock of clouds Chased by the wind, flies the insurgent banner! Our winged castles from their merchant ships ! Our myriads before their weak pirate bands! Our arms before their chains ! our years of empire Before their centuries of servile fear! Death is awake! Repulse is on the waters; They own no more the thunder-bearing banner Of Mahmud, but, like hounds of a base breed, Gorge from a stranger's hand, and rend their
Latmos, and Ampelos, and Phanæ, saw
The caves of the Icarian isles Told each to the other in loud mockery,
466 Repulse is, Shelley Errata || Repulsed, Shelley, 1822.
472 Told, Shelley Errata, Williams transcript || Hold, Shelley,