Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1830-04-13

so his vessels rock WITH the iduSh anu Smut
Kanaris' band come on !
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Within his anchored vessel slept
The Turk, nor dreamed of war
Aound him lay his turban'd host
mid the light of moon and star;
Aal near them, in the mingled beams,
We're sabres ON the deck
Aal eyelids close as if in Dreams
IS not Of strife they reck.
DIE am on! there lay your yatagans
ioguard your Island prize
Ydr banners float, though ye all sleep
10 let no fears arise,
Wat though the blood that stains those hills
Wears gloomy shapes to night,
Y1smiles Of vengeance, hands well clenched,
Make your repose delight.
what sound comes on the weary Turk,
As he springs from his silken couch?
AID his host-why fash their sabres So
Doth the Greek-the Greek approach
Why pierce they thus the moon-lit air,
Grim fierceness in each eye
AID the cry of fear do they a foe
ION the distant wave descyf
That startling sound! which creeps along,
So death-like on the ear
Ii comes like the hush of thousand tones
And it pains the Turk to hear.
Is it the sound of the wind and wave?
Or hear they foe Tonight
Hush !. hush again itcomes! it comes!
But naught reveals to sight.
Oh. It's but an idle fear or dream!
Give weary limbs repose--
The conquered Scio is in sight
What dread they from the foes
And some Of that fierce turbaned crew
Then threw them on the deck
Some sought revelry- proud Pasha!
Dost thou no danger reck ?
But ha! why start'st thou and the cry
Brulotta i-'tls the Greek I"
why leap those flashing scimetars,
Thou Moslem leader? speak.
"'Tis he tits he! that feared, dread one!
Kanaris amid thy host,
His 6reship rides and steers for thee!
So, fly! or thou art lost!
The waters sleep round Solos isle
IT'S starlight on the bay
And beautiful the moons mild beams
On crescent banners play.
But did thousand banners stream
Along that Island sea-
And thousand vessels guard that Isle
Madam! 'twere vain for thee!
And on it came the freship came!
But put as one in fear
II bore right on mid the Turkish ships.
And the Pasha's own drew near.
The Turkish cry comes wildly on
Kanaris land the gleam
OF flashing salves ON the air,
The frightfuly yell and scream.
And there upon the fireship's deck
The harvest Of that land,
Kanaris. lifts the blazing torch,
The bright and fatal brand.
Right ON it comes The Pacha's ship
Hurries away in fear
But still the glare Of the blazing torch
Comes nearer and more near;
And oft he turns his troubled eye
Towards that fatal glare
Twill put away! tits brighter, Turk.
Stranger, deadlier there.
And swiftly in one awful blaze
The graphing vessels meet,
The Pacha's splendid ship is wrapt
In that hr.ohf i,w rx;no ohoaf
The fame spreads up the rigging fast,
O'crhull and mast and spar,
And it's broad awful light reveals
Karanis safe afar.
The yell ofdying men within
That burning, fiaring they
OH none may listen to the curse,
Their dying breath doth bring.
The dead there crowd that burning hall,
That roaring, moaning sea-
Butthetribuned Chief; the fierce Pasha
But with the dead is he.
Ha! thou has filed within thy bagre,
Alone of all THY host
Not one with thee ofall those souls
They an, they al are lost
lis nlght. us night and thou alone
Canst move not out that bay,
The winds and waves will hardly bear
The homeward ON thy way.
No stay! deluded Infdel!
The wind viii change at morn,
Andsee the stars are going down,
1t breaks the rosy dawn.
Lone Morlem, stay the SUMS on
Each hill and crimson waye--
Why turn thine eye away. from where
Is many ahero's grave
Sta3s Morlem! stay one other look.
What banners catch the sun
No crescent streameth, where thattide