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XXXIX. Childe Harold sail'd, and pass'd the barren spot, (12) Where sad Penelope o’erlook'd the wave; And onward view'd the mount, not yet forgot, The lover's refuge, and the Lesbian's grave. Dark Sappho! could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave?

If life eternal may await the lyre, That only Heaven to which Earth's children may aspire.

'Twas on a Grecian autumn's gentle eve
Childe Harold hail'd Leucadia's cape afar ;
A spot he long'd to see, nor cared to leave:
Oft did he mark the scenes of vanish'd war,
Actium, Lepanto, fatal Trafalgar; (13)
Mark them unmoved, for he would not delight
(Born beneath some remote inglorious star)

In themes of bloody fray, or gallant fight,
But loath'd the bravo's trade, and laugh'd at martial wight.

But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of wo,
And hail'd the last resort of fruitless love, (14)
He felt, or deem'd he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watch'd the billows' melancholy flow,

And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seem'd his eye, and smooth his pallid front.

Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills,
Dark Sulis' rocks, and Pindus' inland peak,
Robed half in mist, bedew'd with snowy rills,
Array'd in many a dun and purple streak,
Arise; and, as the clouds along them break,
Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer:
Here roams the wolf, the eagle whets his beak,

Birds, beasts of prey, and wilder men appear,
And gathering storms around convulse the closing year.

XLIII. Now Harold felt himself at length alone, And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu ; Now he adventured on a shore unknown, Which all admire, but many dread to view : His breast was arm’d 'gainst fate, his wants were few, Peril he sought not, but ne'er shrank to meet, The scene was savage, but the scene was new;

This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet, Beat back keen winter's blast, and welcom'd summer's heat.

Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,
Though sadly scoff’d at by the circumcised,
Forgets that pride to pamper'd Priesthood dear;
Churchman and votary alike despised.
Foul Superstition! howso'er disguised,

Idol, saint, virgin, prophet, crescent, cross,
For whatsoever symbol thou art prized,

Thou sacerdotal gain, but general loss !
Who from true worship’s gold can separate thy dross ?

XLV. Ambracia's gulf behold, where once was lost A world for woman, lovely, harmless thing! In yonder rippling bay, their naval host Did many a Roman chief and Asian king (15) To doubtful conflict, certain slaughter bring : Look where the second Cæsar's trophies rose! (16) Now, like the hands that rear'd them, withering:

Imperial Anarchs, doubling human woes! God! was thy globe ordain'd for such to win and lose?

From the dark barriers of that rugged clime,
Ev'n to the centre of Illyria's vales,
Childe Harold pass’d o'er many a mount sublime,
Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales ;
Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales
Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast
A charm they know not; loved Parnassus fails,

Though classic ground and consecrated most,
To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast.

He pass'd bleak Pindus, Acherusia's lake, (17)
And left the primal city of the land,
And onwards did his further journey take
To greet Albania's chief, (18) whose dread command
Is lawless law; for with a bloody hand
He sways a nation, turbulent and bold :
Yet here and there some daring mountain-band

Disdain his power, and from their rocky hold
Hurl their defiance far, nor yield unless to gold. (19)

XLVIII. Monastic Zitza ! (20) from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound

Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the


Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill,
Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh
Rising in lofty ranks, and loftier still,
Might well itself be deem'd of dignity,
The convent's white walls glisten fair on high:
Here dwells the caloyer, (21) nor rude is he,
Nor niggard of his cheer ; the passer by

Is welcome still ; nor heedless will he flee
From hence, if he delight kind Nature's sheen to see.

Here in the sultriest season let him rest,
Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees ;
Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast,
From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze:
The plain is far beneath-oh! let him seize
Pure pleasure while he can; the scorching ray
Here pierceth not, impregnate with disease:

Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay,
And gaze, untired, the morn, the noon, the eve away.



LI. Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight, Nature's volcanic amphitheatre, (22) Chimæra's alps extend from left to right: Beneath, a living valley seems to stir ; Flocks play, trees wave, streams flow, the mountain-fir Nodding above: behold black Acheron! (23) Once consecrated to the sepulchre.

Pluto! if this be hell I look upon, Close shamed Elysium's gates, my shade shall seek for none!

Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;
Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
Veil'd by the screen of hills: here men are few,
Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot;
But, peering down each precipice, the goat
Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scatter'd flock,
The little shepherd in his white capote (24)

Doth lean his boyish form along the rock,
Or in his cave awaits the tempest's short-lived shock.

LIII. Oh! where, Dodona ! is thine aged grove, Prophetic fount, and oracle divine ? What valley echo'd the response of Jove ? What trace remaineth of the thunderer's shrine ? All, all forgotten-and shall man repine That his frail bonds to fleeting life are broke? Cease, fool! the fate of gods may well be thine: ,

Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak? When nations, tongues, and worlds must sink beneath

the stroke!

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