LXXXV Adieu, fair Cadiz ! yea, a long adieu ! None hugged a conqueror's chain, save fallen Chivalry! LXXXVI Such be the sons of Spain, and strange her fate ! Fond of a land which gave them nought but life, War, war is still the cry, 'War even to the knife!' 3 LXXXVII Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know, So 4 So 4 War mouldeth there each weapon to his needmay he guard the sister and the wife, may he make each curst oppressor bleedSo may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed! 4 1 A traitor only fell.] Solano, Captain General of Andalusia, was massacred by the mob of Cadiz, who accused him of reluctance the French. 1808. oppose to A Kingless people.] Both Charles IV. and his son had abdicated, while King Joseph (Buonaparte) was unrecognised. 5 War even to the knife.] Guerra al cuchillo.' The answer of Palafox, the defender of Saragoza, to the French summons to surrender. 4 So.] Used like the French ainsi (thus) in its natural sense : often used by Byron in the sense of 'if in this case,' LXXXVIII Flows there a tear of pity for the dead? Let their bleached bones, and blood's unbleaching stain, Long mark the battle-field with hideous awe : Thus only may our sons conceive the scenes we saw ! LXXXIX Nor yet, alas! the dreadful work is done;1 3 Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustained, While o'er the parent clime prowls Murder unrestrained. XC Not all the blood at Talavera shed, 4 Not all the marvels of Barossa's fight, Not Albuera lavish of the dead, Have won for Spain her well asserted right. When shall her Olive-Branch be free from blight? When shall she breathe her from the blushing toil? 5 1 The French did not really evacuate Spain till March 1814, when Ferdinand VII. was restored to his country. 2 More than her fell Pizarros.] The two brothers, Francis and Gonzalez Pizarro, about 1475, who bravely but cruelly laid the foundation of the Spanish empire in Peru. 5 Columbia.] The freedom of Columbia from Spain's dominion was asserted by Bolivar in 1811. 4 Barossa.] Defeat of the French by General Graham, near Cadiz, March 5, 1811. 5 Breathe her.] A construction not unusual with rest, sit, but very exceptional in the present case. Cf. Keats's 'Eve of St. Agnes:''He found him in a little moonlit room,' D How many a doubtful day shall sink in night, Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil, And Freedom's stranger-tree1 grow native of the soil! XCI And thou, my friend ! 2-since unavailing woe Bursts from my heart, and mingles with the strain— Had the sword laid thee with the mighty low Pride might forbid e'en Friendship to complain : But thus unlaureled to descend in vain, By all forgotten, save the lonely breast, And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain, While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest? XCII Oh, known the earliest, and esteemed the most! 3 XCIII Here is one fytte 3 of Harold's pilgrimage : Ye who of him may further seek to know, Shall find some tidings in a future page, If he that rhymeth now may scribble moe.1 Is this too much? stern Critic! say not so: Patience and ye shall hear what he beheld In other lands, where he was doomed to go : Lands that contain the monuments of Eld,5 Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quelled. 1 Stranger-tree.] 'We will lodge there (in England) 50,000 caps of liberty, we will plant there the sacred tree.'-Letter from French Minister of Marine to the Friends of Liberty in England, 1793. 2 My friend. John Wingfield, of the Guards, who died at Coimbra, in Portugal, 1811. 5 Fytte.] See Romance, Sir Tristram,' of Thomas of Erceldoune 4 Moe.] See Glossary. 5 Eld.] See Glossary. 35 SECOND CANTO. I COME, blue-eyed maid of heaven!1-but thou, alas ! Of men who never felt the sacred glow 2 That thoughts of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow. ΙΓ Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? were: First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and passed away-is this the whole ? The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole 3 Are sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power. 1 Blue-eyed maid of heaven.] Bright-eyed,' or 'owl-eyed.' уλavк@πis 'äývn. See Byron's Curse of Minerva.' 2 Of men who never felt the sacred glow.] Grecian independence was not secured till three years after Lord Byron's death, by the treaty of London in 1827. 3 The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole.] Without any further comment, the reader must mark for himself this and other cases of alliteration. 'Sophist's stole,' the philosophic garb-the term sophist in Byron being chiefly used in the primary sense of philosopher, as in Prom. Vinctus' of Eschylus. III Son of the morning, rise! approach you here: Poor child of Doubt and Death, whose hope is built on reeds. IV Bound to the earth, he lifts his eye to heaven- V 4 Or burst the vanished Hero's lofty mound ;* 3 Why even the worn at last disdains her shattered cell! 1 'Tis Mahomet's.] The Turks were masters of Athens at this time. 2 Poor child of Doubt and Death.] The religious belief of Byron is ever oscillating. It would be unfair to argue a general scepticism from passages of this kind. In many places he admits the existence of God and the efficiency of prayer. (Canto iii. ss. lxxxix. xci.) 3 So.] Equivalent to 'if only.' 4 The tomb of Ajax, from whom a Deme of Athens took the name Aiantis. |