I asked not why, and recked not where, I learned to love despair. 375 And thus when they appeared at last, With spiders I had friendship made, even I Regained my freedom with a sigh. MAZEPPA. INTRODUCTORY NOTE. This poem was written at Venice and Ravenna in the autumn of 1818. Byron drew his story from an incident related by Voltaire in his History of Charles XII., which is as follows: : The Ukraine (the country of the Cossacks) has always aspired to liberty; but being surrounded by Muscovy, the dominions of the Grand Seignior, and Poland, it has been obliged to choose a protector, and, consequently, a master, in one of these three States. The Ukrainians at first put themselves under the protection of the Poles, who treated them with great severity. They afterwards submitted to the Russians, who governed them with despotic sway. They had originally the privilege of electing a prince under the name of general; but they were soon deprived of that right, and their general was nominated by the court of Moscow. The person who then filled that station was a Polish gentleman, named Mazeppa, and born in the palatinate of Podolia. He had been brought up as a page to John Casimir, and had received some tincture of learning in his court. An intrigue which he had had in his youth with the lady of a Polish gentleman, having been discovered, the husband caused him to be bound stark naked upon a wild horse, and let him go in that condition. The horse, which had been brought out of Ukraine, returned to its own country, and carried Mazeppa along with it, half-dead with hunger and fatigue. Some of the country people gave him assistance; and he lived among them for a long time, and signalized himself in several excursions against the Tartars. The superiority of his knowledge gained him great respect among the Cossacks; and his reputation daily increasing, the czar found it necessary to make him prince of the Ukraine. I. "T WAS after dread Pultowa's day, No more to combat and to bleed. A shock to one II. 15 Such was the hazard of the die ; When truth had naught to dread from power. His own and died the Russians' slave. 25 This too sinks after many a league Of well-sustain'd, but vain fatigue; And in the depth of forests darkling, The watch-fires in the distance sparkling – The beacons of surrounding foes30 A king must lay his limbs at length. Are these the laurels and repose For which the nations strain their strength? They laid him by a savage tree, In outworn nature's agony; 35 His wounds were stiff- his limbs were stark- A transient slumber's fitful aid: III. 45 A band of chiefs!-alas! how few, Since but the fleeting of a day 50 Had thinn'd it; but this wreck was true Each sate him down, all sad and mute, And all are fellows in their need. Among the rest, Mazeppa made His pillow in an old oak's shade 55 Himself as rough, and scarce less old, The Ukraine's hetman, calm and bold. But first, outspent with his long course, The Cossack prince rubb'd down his horse, And made for him a leafy bed, 60 And smooth'd his fetlocks and his mane, And slack'd his girth, and stripp'd his rein, And joy'd to see how well he fed ; For until now he had the dread 65 To browse beneath the midnight dews: And little cared for bed and board; Whate'er was to be done, would do. Though thousands were around, — and Night, 75 Without a star, pursued her flight, 56. Hetman, a Cossack chief. That steed from sunset until dawn IV. This done, Mazeppa spread his cloak, And laid his lance beneath his oak, 80 Felt if his arms in order good The long day's march had well withstood If still the powder fill'd the pan, And flints unloosen'd kept their lockHis sabre's hilt and scabbard felt, 85 And whether they had chafed his belt And next the venerable man, From out his haversack and can, Prepared and spread his slender stock; And to the monarch and his men 90 The whole or portion offer'd then With far less of inquietude Than courtiers at a banquet would. And Charles of this his slender share With smiles partook a moment there, 95 To force of cheer a greater show, And seem above both wounds and woe; And then he said "Of all our band, Though firm of heart and strong of hand, In skirmish, march, or forage, none 100 Can less have said or more have done Than thee, Mazeppa! On the earth So fit a pain had never birth, Since Alexander's days till now, As thy Bucephalus and thou: 105 All Scythia's fame to thine should yield For pricking on o'er flood and field." Mazeppa answer'd" Ill betide |