THE SINKING OF THE SHIP. Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown, And the dim desolate deep: twelve days had Fear At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars, For yet they strove, although of no great use: Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell— And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell, And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die. And first one universal shriek there rush'd, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry DON JUAN. 117 THE TWO FATHERS. THERE were two fathers in this ghastly crew, But he died early; and when he was gone, One glance on him, and said, "Heaven's will be done! I can do nothing," and he saw him thrown Into the deep without a tear or groan. The other father had a weaklier child, He saw increasing on his father's heart, And o'er him bent his sire, and never raised His eyes from off his face, but wiped the foam From his pale lips, and ever on him gazed, And when the wish'd-for shower at length was come, And the boy's eyes, which the dull film half glazed, Brighten'd, and for a moment seem'd to roam, He squeezed from out a rag some drops of rain Into his dying child's mouth-but in vain. The boy expired-the father held the clay, And look'd upon it long, and when at last Death left no doubt, and the dead burthen lay Stiff on his heart, and pulse and hope were past, THE RETURN OF LAMBRO. He watch'd it wistfully, until away 'Twas borne by the rude wave wherein 'twas cast; Then he himself sunk down all dumb and shivering, And gave no sign of life, save his limbs quivering. DON JUAN. THE RAINBOW. 119 Now overhead a rainbow, bursting through Wax'd broad and waving, like a banner free, It changed, of course; a heavenly cameleon, DON JUAN. THE RETURN OF LAMBRO, ARRIVING at the summit of a hill Which overlooked the white walls of his home, He stopp'd.-What singular emotions fill Their bosoms who have been induced to roam ! With fluttering doubts if all be well or ill- He saw his white walls shining in the sun, The moving figures, and the sparkling sheen And further on a group of Grecian girls, The first and tallest her white kerchief waving, Were strung together like a row of pearls, Link'd hand in hand, and dancing: each too having A band of children, round a snow-white ram, Or eats from out the palm, or playful lowers Their classical profiles, and glittering dresses, Their large black eyes, and soft seraphic cheeks, Crimson as cleft pomegranates, their long tresses, The gesture which enchants, the eye that speaks, THE ISLES OF GREECE. The innocence which happy childhood blesses, Sigh'd for their sakes-that they should e'er 121 grow older. DON JUAN. THE ISLES OF GREECE. 1. THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! * 2. The Scian and the Teian muse, t The hero's harp, the lover's lute, 3. The mountains look on Marathon And Marathon looks on the sea; I dream'd that Greece might still be free; I could not deem myself a slave. * Homer. † Anacreon. The vnos panzgwv of the Greek poets were supposed to have been the Cape de Verd Islands or the Canaries.-BYRON. |