* * * * * So _He_ has cut his throat at last!--He! Who? The man who cut his country's long ago. _?August, 1822._ [First published, _The Liberal_, No. I. October 18, 1822, p. 164.] THE CONQUEST.[129] THE Son of Love and Lord of War I sing; Him who bade England bow to Normandy, And left the name of Conqueror more than King To his unconquerable dynasty. Not fanned alone by Victory's fleeting wing, He reared his bold and brilliant throne on high; The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast, And Britain's bravest Victor was the last. _March 8-9, 1823._ [First published, _Lord Byron's Works_, 1833, xvii. 246.] FOOTNOTES: [129] [This fragment was found amongst Lord Byron's papers, after his departure from Genoa for Greece.] IMPROMPTU.[130] BENEATH Blessington's eyes The reclaimed Paradise Should be free as the former from evil; But if the new Eve For an Apple should grieve, What mortal would not play the Devil? _April, 1823._ [First published, _Letters and Journals_, 1830, ii. 635.] FOOTNOTES: [130] [With the view of inducing these friends [Lord and Lady Blessington] to prolong their stay at Genoa, he suggested their taking a pretty villa, called "Il Paradiso," in the neighbourhood of his own, and accompanied them to look at it. Upon that occasion it was that, on the lady expressing some intention of residing there, he produced the following impromptu.--_Life_, 577.] JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA. THE dead have been awakened--shall I sleep? The World's at war with tyrants--shall I crouch? The harvest's ripe--and shall I pause to reap? I slumber not; the thorn is in my Couch; Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear, Its echo in my heart---- _June 19, 1823._ [First published, _Letters_, 1901, vi. 238.] SONG TO THE SULIOTES. 1. UP to battle! Sons of Suli Up, and do your duty duly! There the wall--and there the Moat is: Bouwah![131] Bouwah! Suliotes! There is booty--there is Beauty, Up my boys and do your duty. 2. By the sally and the rally Which defied the arms of Ali; By your own dear native Highlands, By your children in the islands, Up and charge, my Stratiotes, Bouwah!--Bouwah!--Suliotes! 3.