the local particulars to which he alludes in the above note; and this gives a very striking air of reality to the whole. The opening stanza describes, in few but powerful words, the situation of the famed city: Many a vanished year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, The keystone of a land, which still, That purpling rolls on either side, That rival pyramid would rise More mountain-like, through those clear skies, Than yon tower-capt Acropolis, Which seems the very clouds to kiss. Among the Moslem warriors assembled before the walls of Corinth, and then carrying on a fierce attack upon it, none was more renowned than the hero of the poem, Alp, the Adrian renegade: From Venice-once a race of worth His gentle sires-he drew his birth; She's gone, who shared my diadem; She sunk, with her my joys entombing; Whose leaves for me alone were blooming : This bosom's desolation dooming; Which unconsumed are still consuming! It is not in good taste, to say the least of it, to attempt a paraphrase of the sublime psalm on which the following is founded. We only insert it that it may be seen how difficult it is even for so skilful a poet as Lord Byron to succeed in expressing the pathos and the simplicity of the Holy Scriptures in any other words than their own: BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT. We sate down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the day And ye, oh her desolate daughters! Were scattered all weeping away. While sadly we gazed on the river Oh Salem! its sound should be free; And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended The following is a similar instance, and with this we conclude our extracts from a production in every way unworthy of Lord Byron : FROM JOB. A spirit passed before me: I beheld The face of Immortality unveiled Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine- Is man more just than God? Is man more pure Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!' Lord Byron soon afterwards published a poem called the 'Siege of Corinth.' The story relates to the siege of the year 1715, when the Turks conquered the city. The following advertisement contains the historical foundation of the poem : * The grand army of the Turks (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into the heart of the Morea, and to form the siege of Napoli di Romania, the most considerable place in all that country, thought it best in the first place to attack Corinth, upon which they made several storms. The garrison being weakened, and the governor seeing it was impossible to hold out against so mighty a force, thought fit to beat a parley: but, while they were treating about the articles, one of the magazines in the Turkish camp, wherein they had six hundred barrels of powder, blew up by accident, whereby six or seven hundred men were killed; which so enraged the infidels, that they would not grant any capitulation, but stormed the place with so much fury, that they took it, and put most of the garrison, with Signior Minotti, the governor, to the sword. The rest, with Antonio Bembo, proveditor extraordinary, were made prisoners of war.' History of the Turks, vol. iii. p. 151.. Lord Byron amply availed himself of that personal knowledge of * Napoli di Romania is not now the most considerable place in the Morea, but Tripolitza, where the Pacha resides, and maintains his government. Napoli is near Argos. I visited all three in 1810-11; and in the course of journeying through the country, from my first arrival in 1809, I crossed the isthmus eight times in my way from Attica to the Morea, over the mountains, or in the other direction, when passing from the gulf of Athens to that of Lepanto. Both the routes are picturesque and beautiful, though very different: that by sea has more sameness, but the voyage being always within sight of land, and often very near it, presents many attractive views of the islands Salamis, Egina, Poro, &c. and the coast of the continent. the local particulars to which he alludes in the above note; and this gives a very striking air of reality to the whole. The opening stanza describes, in few but powerful words, the situation of the famed city : Many a vanished year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, The keystone of a land, which still, That purpling rolls on either side, That rival pyramid would rise More mountain-like, through those clear skies, Than yon tower-capt Acropolis, Which seems the very clouds to kiss. Among the Moslem warriors assembled before the walls of Corinth, and then carrying on a fierce attack upon it, none was more renowned than the hero of the poem, Alp, the Adrian renegade: From Venice-once a race of worth His gentle sires-he drew his birth; The arms they taught to bear; and now |