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In her wide streets the lonely raven bred,
There barked the wolf, and dire hyenas fed.
Yet midst her towery fanes, in ruin laid,
The pilgrim saint his murmuring vespers paid;
'T was his to climb the tufted rocks, and rove
The chequered twilight of the olive grove;
'T was his to bend beneath the sacred gloom,
And wear with many a kiss Messiah's tomb:
While forms celestial filled his tranced eye,
The day-light dreams of pensive piety,
O'er his still breast a tearful fervour stole,
And softer sorrows charmed the mourner's soul.
Oh, lives there one, who mocks his artless zeal?
Too proud to worship, and too wise to feel?
Be his the soul with wintry Reason blest,
The dull, lethargic sovereign of the breast!
Be his the life that creeps in dead repose,

Albion,-still prompt the captive's wrong to aid,
And wield in freedom's cause the freeman's gene-
rous blade!

Ye sainted spirits of the warrior dead,
Whose giant force Britannia's armies led!(47) ·
Whose bickering falchions, foremost in the fight,
Still poured confusion on the Soldan's might;
Lords of the biting axe and beamy spear,(48)
Wide-conquering Edward, lion Richard, hear!
At Albion's call your crested pride resume,
And burst the marble slumbers of the tomb!
Your sons behold, in arm, in heart the same,
Still press the footsteps of parental fame,
To Salem still their generous aid supply,
And pluck the palm of Syrian chivalry!
When he, from towery Malta's yielding isle,
And the green waters of reluctant Nile,

shore

To Acre's walls his trophied banners bore;
When the pale desert marked his proud array,
And Desolation hoped an ampler sway;
What hero then triumphant Gaul dismayed?
What arm repelled the victor renegade?
Britannia's champion!-bathed in hostile blood,
High on the breach the dauntless seaman stood:
Admiring Asia saw th' unequal fight,—
E'en the pale crescent blessed the Christian's
might.

No joy that sparkles, and no tear that flows![(37) | Th' apostate chief,-from Misraim's subject
Far other they who reared yon pompous shrine,
And bade the rock with Parian marble shine.(38)
Then hallowed Peace renewed her wealthy reign,
Then altars smoked, and Sion smiled again.
There sculptured gold and costly gems were seen,
And all the bounties of the British queen; (39)
There barb'rous kings their sandaled nations led,
And steel-clad champions bowed the crested head,
There, when her fiery race the desert poured,
And pale Byzantium feared Medina's sword,(40)
When coward Asia shook in trembling wo,
And bent appalled before the Bactrian bow;
From the moist regions of the western star
The wand'ring hermit waked the storm of war.(41)
Their limbs all iron, and their souls all flame,
A countless host, the red-cross warriors came:
E'en hoary priests the sacred combat wage,
And clothe in steel the palsied arm of age;
While beardless youths and tender maids assume
The weighty morion and the glancing plume.(42)
In sportive pride the warrior damsels wield
The pond'rous falchion, and the sun-like shield,
And start to see their armour's iron gleam
Dance with blue lustre in Tabaria's stream.(43)

The blood-red banner floating o'er their van,
All madly blithe the mingled myriads ran:
Impatient Death beheld his destined food,
And hovering vultures snuffed the scent of blood.

Not such the numbers, nor the host so dread,
By northern Brenn or Scythian Timur led,(44)
Nor such the heart-inspiring zeal that bore
United Greece to Phrygia's reedy shore!

Oh day of death! Oh thirst, beyond control,
Of crimson conquest in th' invader's soul!
The slain, yet warm, by social footsteps trod,
O'er the red moat supplied a panting road;
O'er the red moat our conquering thunders flew,
And loftier still the grisly rampire grew.
While proudly glowed above the rescued tower
The wavy cross that marked Britannia's power
Yet still destruction sweeps the lonely plain
And heroes lift the generous sword in vain.
Still o'er her sky the clouds of anger roll,
And God's revenge hangs heavy on her soul.
| Yet shall she rise ;—but not by war restored,
Not built in murder,-planted by the sword.
Yes, Salem, thou shalt rise: thy Father's aid
Shall heal the wound his chastening hand has
made;

Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway,
And burst his brazen bonds, and cast his cords
away (49)
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There Gaul's proud knights with boastful mien Break forth, ye mountains, and, ye valleys, sing!

advance,(45)

Form the long line,(46) and shake the cornel lance;
Here, linked with Thrace, in close battalions stand
Ausonia's sons, a soft inglorious band;
There the stern Norman joins the Austrian train,
And the dark tribes of late-reviving Spain;
Here in black files, advancing firm and slow,
Victorious Albion twangs the deadly bow:-

No more your thirsty rocks shall frown forlorn,
The unbeliever's jest, the heathen's scorn;
The sultry sands shall tenfold harvests yield,
And a new Eden deck the thorny field.
E'en now, perchance, wide-waving o'er the land,
That mighty Angel lifts his golden wand,
Courts the bright vision of descending power,(51)
Tells every gate, and measures every tower;(52)

And chides the tardy seals that yet detain
Thy Lion, Judah, from his destined reign!

And who is He? the vast, the awful form,(53)
Girt with the whirlwind, sandaled with the storm?
A western cloud around his limbs is spread,
His crown a rainbow, and a sun his head.
To highest heaven he lifts his kingly hand,
And treads at once the ocean and the land;
And, hark! his voice amid the thunder's roar,
His dreadful voice, that time shall be no more!

Lo! cherub hands the golden courts prepare, Lo! thrones arise, and every saint is there;(54) Earth's utmost bounds confess their awful sway, The mountains worship, and the isles obey; Nor sun nor moon they need,-nor day, nor night; God is their temple, and the Lamb their light :(55) And shall not Israel's sons exulting come, Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home? On David's throne shall David's offspring reign, And the dry bones be warm with life again.(56) Hark! white-robed crowds their deep hosannas raise,

And the hoarse flood repeats the sound of praise; Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song, Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong; "Worthy the Lamb! omnipotent to save, "Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave!"

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Note 16, page 2, col. 1.

Thy tents, Nebaioth, rise, and, Kedar, thine!

Itic ruins of Estakhar, or Persepolis, the ancient capital of Persia, an account follows of the wild

See Ammianus Marcellinus, lib. xiv. p. 43. local traditions just alluded to. Vol. ii. p. 190. Ed.

Ed. Vales.

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The mighty master of the iv'ry throne.
Solomon. Ophir is by most geographers placed
in the Aurea Chersonesus. See Tavernier and
Raleigh.

Note 24, page 2, col. 2.

Through nature's mazes wandered unconfined.

Amst. 1735, 4to. Vide also Sale's Koran; D'Herbelot, Bibl. Orient. (article Soliman Ben Dao ud); and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments, passim. Note 26, page 2, col. 2.

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Note 32, page 3, col. 1.

2 Chron. vii. 3.

Viewed the descending flame, and blessed the present God. "And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their The Arabian mythology respecting Solomon is faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worin itself so fascinating, is so illustrative of the pre-shipped." sent state of the country, and on the whole so agreeable to Scripture, that it was judged improper to omit all mention of it, though its wildness might have operated as an objection to making it a principal object in the poem.

Note 25, page 2, col. 2.

Note 33, page 3, col. 1.

Beat o'er her soul the billows of the proud..
Psalm cxxiv. 4.

Note 34, page 3, col. 2.

Weep for your country, for your children weep.
Luke xxiii. 27, 28.

Note 35, page 3, col. 2.

And the pale parent drank her children's gore.
Josephus vi. p. 1275. Ed. Huds.

And Tadmor thus, and Syrian Balbec rose. Palmyra ("Tadmor in the desert") was really built by Solomon, (1 Kings ix. 2 Chron. viii.) and universal tradition marks him out, with great probability, as the founder of Balbec. Estakhar is also attributed to him by the Arabs. See the Romance of Vathek, and the various Travels into the East, more particularly Chardin's, in which, after a minute and interesting description of the majes-been very exalted when they ascribed so large a

Note 36, page 3, col. 2.

The stoic tyrant's philosophic pride.
The Roman notions of humanity can not have

share to Titus. For the horrible details of his conduct during the siege of Jerusalem and after its capture, the reader is referred to Josephus. When

Note 43, page 1, col. 1.

Tabaria's stream.

Tabaria (a corruption of Tiberias) is the name

we learn that so many captives were crucified, that used for the Sea of Galilee in the old romances.

δια το πλήθος χωρα τι ενέλειπετο τους σταυροις και σταυροι τοις σωμασιν; and that after all was over, in cold blood and merriment, he celebrated his brother's birthday with similar sacrifices; we can hardly doubt as to the nature of that untold crime, which disturbed the dying moments of the "darling of the human race." After all, the cruelties of this man are probably softened in the high priest's narrative. The fall of Jerusalem nearly resembles that of Zaragoza, but it is a Morla who

tells the tale.

Note 37, page 4, col. 1.

Yon pompous shrine.

The temple of the Sepulchre.

Note 38, page 4. col. 1.

And bade the rock with Parian marble shine.

See Cotovicus, p. 179, and from him Sandys.

Note 39, page 4, col. 1.

The British queen.

St. Helena, who was, according to Camden, born at Colchester. See also Howcl's History of the World.

Note 40, page 4, col. 1.

And pale Byzantium feared Medina's sword. The invasions of the civilized parts of Asia by the Arabian and Turkish Mahometans.

Note 41, page 4, col. 1.

The wandering hermit waked the storm of war.

Peter the hermit. The world has been so long

accustomed to hear the Crusades considered as the
height of phrenzy and injustice, that to undertake
their defence might be perhaps a hazardous task.
We must however recollect, that, had it not been
for these extraordinary exertions of generous cou-
rage, the whole of Europe would perhaps have
fallen, and Christianity been buried in the ruins.
It was not, as Voltaire has falsely or weakly as-
serted, a conspiracy of robbers; it was not an un-
provoked attack on a distant and inoffensive nation;
it was a blow aimed at the heart of a most power-
ful and active enemy.
Had not the Christian
kingdoms of Asia been established as a check to
the Mahometans, Italy, and the scanty remnant of
Christianity in Spain, must again have fallen into
their power; and France herself have needed all
the heroism and good fortune of a Charles Martel
to deliver her from subjugation.

Note 42, page 4, col. 1.

While beardless youths and tender maids assume The weighty morion and the glancing plume. See Vertot. Hist. Chev, Malthe, liv, 1.

Note 44, page 4, col. 1.

By northern Brenn, or Scythian Timur led.
Brennus, and Tamerlane.

Note 45, page 4, col. 1.

There Gaul's proud knights with boastful mien advance.

The insolence of the French nobles twice caused

the ruin of the army; once by refusing to serve under Richard Coeur de Lion, and again by reproaching the English with cowardice in St. Louis's expedition to Egypt. See Knollee's History of the Turks.

Note 46, page 4, col. 1.

Form the long line.

The line (combat a la haye), according to Sir Walter Raleigh, was characteristic of French tactics; as the column (herse) was of the English. The English at Créci were drawn up thirty deep. Note 47, page 4, col. 2.

Whose giant force Britannia's armies led.
All the British nations served under the same
banner.

Sono gl' Inglesi sagittarii ed hanno
Gente con lor, ch'è più vicina al polo,
Questi da l'alte selve irsuti manda
La divisa dal mondo, ultima Irlanda.

Tasso, Gierusal. lib. i. 44.

Ireland and Scotland, it is scarcely necessary to observe, were synonymous.

Note 48, page 4, col. 2.

Lords of the biting axe and beamy spear.
The axe of Richard was very famous. See
Warton's Hist. of Anc. Poetry.

Note 49, page 4, col. 2.

And burst his brazen bonds, and cast his cords away. Psalm ii. 3. cvii. 16.

Note 50, page 4, col. 2.

Then on your tops shall deathless verdure spring. "I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more the reproach of famine among the heathen."-And they shall say, This land that was desolate is become like the garden of Eden," &c. Ezek. xxxvi. Note 51, page 4, col. 2.

Courts the bright vision of descending power. "That great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the glory of God." Rev. xxi. 10.

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Ar that dread season when th' indignant North
Poured to vain wars her tardy numbers forth,
When Frederic bent his ear to Europe's cry,
And fanned too late the flame of liberty;
By feverish hope oppressed, and anxious thought,
In Dresden's grove the dewy cool I sought.(1)
Through tangled boughs the broken moonshine
played,

And Elbe slept soft beneath his linden shade:—
Yet slept not all;-I heard the ceaseless jar,
The rattling wagons, and the wheels of war;
The sounding lash, the march's mingled hum,
And, lost and heard by fits, the languid drum;
O'er the near bridge the thundering hoofs that
trode,

To catch the war-note on the quivering gale,
And bid the blood-red paths of conquest hail.

Oh! song of hope, too long delusive strain!
And hear we now thy flattering voice again?
But late, alas! I left thee cold and still,
Stunned by the wrath of heaven, on Pratzen's
hill,(2)

Oh! on that hill may no kind month renew
The fertile rain, the sparkling summer dew!
Accursed of God, may those bleak summits tell
The field of anger where the mighty fell.

There youthful Faith and high-born Courage rest, And, red with slaughter, Freedom's humbled crest;(3)

There Europe, soiled with blood her tresses gray,

And the far-distant fife that thrilled along the And ancient Honour's shield—all vilely thrown road.

Yes, sweet it seems across some watery dell
To catch the music of the pealing bell;
And sweet to list, as on the beach we stray,
The ship-boy's carol in the wealthy bay:
But sweet no less, when Justice points the spear,
Of martial wrath the glorious din to hear,

away.

Thus mused my soul, as in succession drear Rose each grim shape of Wrath and Doubt and Fear;

Defeat and shame in grizzly vision passed,
And Vengeance, bought with blood, and glorious
Death the last.

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