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<p><head>Marco Botzaris at Carpenissi<lb/> | |||
an ode</head></p> | |||
<p>1<lb/> | |||
As many exasperated lions, when hunger<lb/> | |||
excite their irresistible anger, in their<lb/> | |||
fierce & furious breast, rushes to tear a<lb/> | |||
folk of sheep.</p> | |||
<p>2<lb/> | |||
So Marco, breathing liberty, at Carpenissi<lb/> | |||
a city of Atolia, with undaunted spirit<lb/> | |||
& unheard of bravery, destroys all the<lb/> | |||
army of the Turks.</p> | |||
<p>3<lb/> | |||
"Forward brave & invincible Suliotes<lb/> | |||
"Botzaris said, let us fall with courage,<lb/> | |||
"on our enemy, intrepid soldiers, for<lb/> | |||
"we have always beat the barbarians in battle.</p> | |||
<p>4<lb/> | |||
"We have made <del>the</del> glorious the: <add>a: lofty</add> mountains<lb/> | |||
"of Suli at the beautiful Hesprotia,<lb/> | |||
"having fought bravely against Ali the impious<lb/> | |||
"tyrant, & against all Tyranny.</p> | |||
<p>5<lb/> | |||
"The valleys of Phanary<hi rend="superscript">(x)</hi> <note>(x) the valley watered by Acheron the river, & the lake Acherusia.</note> proclaim<lb/> | |||
"our exploits as well as the great Acheloüs,<lb/> | |||
"so that all the world is astonished in<lb/> | |||
"hearing them in South & North, Eastern<lb/> & Western.</p> | |||
<p>6<lb/> | |||
"We alone, & the brave inhabitants<lb/> | |||
of the soil of Carga, have not desired<lb/> | |||
"the insults of the savage Musulmen,<lb/> | |||
"neither the yoke of the bad & most impious<lb/> | |||
"tyrants, nor their injustice.</p> | |||
<p>7<lb/> | |||
"but now again the hour of glory<lb/> | |||
"came, to vindicate ourselves against<lb/> | |||
"the barbarous Turks; all we Greeks think<lb/> | |||
"now of the same thing, to expel from<lb/> | |||
Greece the hordes of the Tartars.</p> | |||
<p>8<lb/> | |||
"And so, in this divine land, where<lb/> | |||
"Mars, the Muses, Callas & Apollo had<lb/> | |||
"their home, to brink again that <del>good</del> <add>fair</add><lb/> | |||
"independence as Solon has decreed.</p> | |||
<p>9<lb/> | |||
"Now the ghosts of our forefathers cry<lb/> | |||
"aloud, <unclear>saing</unclear>, wash, children, the<lb/> | |||
"blood with blood, show yourselves<lb/> | |||
"worthy of your brave ancestors &<lb/> | |||
"be inspired with the spirit of freedom.</p> | |||
<p>10<lb/> | |||
So he said; & he first before all others<lb/> | |||
pushes on impetuously & runs on the hordes<lb/> | |||
of the sultan; & as worthy descendant<lb/> | |||
from the great Heroes stains & breaks<lb/> | |||
all the army of the tyrant.</p> | |||
<p>11<lb/> | |||
The Night was <unclear>evening</unclear> in the middle<lb/> | |||
of the {etherial <add>heavenly</add>} road, & a deep tranquility<lb/> | |||
prevailed in all the world,<lb/> | |||
when with a tremendous voice he<lb/> | |||
cryes "Success to Liberty!</p> | |||
<p>12<lb/> | |||
"Let us impetuously run on the multitude<lb/> | |||
"of our enemy, nothing remains<lb/> | |||
"to us, but either death or victory."<lb/> | |||
He runs like Mars, & with open<lb/> | |||
breast he enters the camp &<lb/> | |||
as when divine vengeance.</p> | |||
<p>13<lb/> | |||
Fall in the middle of ill-doers<lb/> | |||
to punish their wicked actions, & the<lb/> | |||
dead bodies of these malicious men<lb/> | |||
fall one upon another sacrifice<lb/> | |||
of their impiety;</p> | |||
<p>14<lb/> | |||
So Marco & his fellow-Soldiers, the<lb/> | |||
warlike Suliotes, with their sword unsheathed<lb/> | |||
push on to the tent of<lb/> | |||
the Vezier, & the blood of the slained<lb/> | |||
Turks was running as a torrent,</p> | |||
<p>15<lb/> | |||
And then Betzaris grasps from the<lb/> | |||
breast the chief of the tyrant, he<lb/> | |||
pulls him down, & with rage he<lb/> | |||
slains him, & so he treads on the<lb/> | |||
ostentation of the Sultan.</p> | |||
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Marco Botzaris at Carpenissi
an ode
1
As many exasperated lions, when hunger
excite their irresistible anger, in their
fierce & furious breast, rushes to tear a
folk of sheep.
2
So Marco, breathing liberty, at Carpenissi
a city of Atolia, with undaunted spirit
& unheard of bravery, destroys all the
army of the Turks.
3
"Forward brave & invincible Suliotes
"Botzaris said, let us fall with courage,
"on our enemy, intrepid soldiers, for
"we have always beat the barbarians in battle.
4
"We have made the glorious the: a: lofty mountains
"of Suli at the beautiful Hesprotia,
"having fought bravely against Ali the impious
"tyrant, & against all Tyranny.
5
"The valleys of Phanary(x) (x) the valley watered by Acheron the river, & the lake Acherusia. proclaim
"our exploits as well as the great Acheloüs,
"so that all the world is astonished in
"hearing them in South & North, Eastern
& Western.
6
"We alone, & the brave inhabitants
of the soil of Carga, have not desired
"the insults of the savage Musulmen,
"neither the yoke of the bad & most impious
"tyrants, nor their injustice.
7
"but now again the hour of glory
"came, to vindicate ourselves against
"the barbarous Turks; all we Greeks think
"now of the same thing, to expel from
Greece the hordes of the Tartars.
8
"And so, in this divine land, where
"Mars, the Muses, Callas & Apollo had
"their home, to brink again that good fair
"independence as Solon has decreed.
9
"Now the ghosts of our forefathers cry
"aloud, saing, wash, children, the
"blood with blood, show yourselves
"worthy of your brave ancestors &
"be inspired with the spirit of freedom.
10
So he said; & he first before all others
pushes on impetuously & runs on the hordes
of the sultan; & as worthy descendant
from the great Heroes stains & breaks
all the army of the tyrant.
11
The Night was evening in the middle
of the {etherial heavenly} road, & a deep tranquility
prevailed in all the world,
when with a tremendous voice he
cryes "Success to Liberty!
12
"Let us impetuously run on the multitude
"of our enemy, nothing remains
"to us, but either death or victory."
He runs like Mars, & with open
breast he enters the camp &
as when divine vengeance.
13
Fall in the middle of ill-doers
to punish their wicked actions, & the
dead bodies of these malicious men
fall one upon another sacrifice
of their impiety;
14
So Marco & his fellow-Soldiers, the
warlike Suliotes, with their sword unsheathed
push on to the tent of
the Vezier, & the blood of the slained
Turks was running as a torrent,
15
And then Betzaris grasps from the
breast the chief of the tyrant, he
pulls him down, & with rage he
slains him, & so he treads on the
ostentation of the Sultan.
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