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While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest!
Till my frail frame return to whence it rose,
Lands that contain the monument of Eld, (quell'd. Ere Greece and Grecian art by barbarous hands were
END OF CANTO I.
NOTES TO CANTO 1.
* 1. The little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi. Along the path of the mountain, from Chrysso, are the remains of sepulchres hewn in and from the rock; “One,” said the guide,“ of a king who broke his neck hunting." His Majesty had certainly choscn the fittest spot for such an achievement.
2. The convent of Our Lady of Ponishment,” Nossa Senora de Pena, on the summit of the rock. Below at some distance, is the Cork Convent, where St. Honorius dug his den, over which is his epitaph. From the hills the sea adds to the beauty of the view.
3. It is a well known fact, that in the year 1809, the assassinations in the streets of Lisbon and its vicinity were not confined by the Portuguese to their countrymen ; but that Englishmen were daily butchered; and so far from redress being obtained, we are requested not to interfere if we perceived any compatriot defending himself against his allies. I was once stopped in the way to the theatre at eight o'clock in the evening, when ine streets were not more empty than they generally are at that hour, opposite to an open shop, and in a carriage with a friend; had we not fortunately been armed, I have not the least doubt that we should have adorned a tale instead of telling one. The crime of assassination is not confined to Portugal : in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head at a handsome average nightly, and not a Sicilian or Mal. tese is ever punished !
4. The convention of Cintra was signed in the palace of the Marchese Marialva. ,
5. The extent of Mafra is prodigious; it contains a palace, convent, and most superb church. · 6. As I found the Portuguese, so I have characterized them. That they are since improved, at least in courage is evident.
7. Count Julian's daughter, the Helen of Spain, Pelagius preserved his independence in the fastnesses of the Asturias, and the descendants of his followers, after
some centuries, completed their struggle by the conquest of Grenada.
8. “ Viva el Rey Fernando!"-Long live King Perdinand ! is the chorus of most of the Spanish Patriotic ongs.
9. The red cockade with“ Fernando Septimo" in the centre.
10. All who have seen a battery will recollect the pyramidal form in which shot and shells are piled. The Sierra Morena was.fortified in every defile through which I passed in my way to Seville.
11. Such were the exploits of the maid of Saragoza. When the author was at Seville, she walked daily on the Prado, decorated with medals and orders, by command of the Junta.
12. Sigilla in mento impressa Amoris digitulo
AUL. GEL. 13. These stanzas were written in Castri (Delphos,) at the foot of Parnassus now called Liakura.
14. Seville was the HISPALIS of the Romans.
15. This was written at Thebes, and consequently in the best situation for asking and answering such a question, not as the birth-place of Pindar, but as the capital of Bæotia, where the first riddle was propounded and solved.
16. “Medio de fonte leporum “ Surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat.” Luc.
17. Alluding to the conduct and death of Solano, the governor of Cadiz.
18. “ War to the knife.” Palafox's answer to the French General at the siege of Saragoza.
19. The honourable I* W ** of the Guards, who died of a fever at Coimbra. I had known him ten years, the better half of his life, and the happiest part of mine.
IND OF NOTES TO CANTO I.
CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
COME, blue-eyed maid of heaven !-but thon alas!
of men who never felt the sacred glow (bestow. (2) That thoughts of thee and thine on polish'd breasts
II. Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone-glimmering through the dream of things that First in the race that led to Glory's gaol [were : 'They won, and pass'd away is this the whole? A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour! The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole
Are sought in vain, and o'er each moulderiog tower, Dim with the mist of years, grey Aits the shade of power.
Vainly his incense soars, his victim bleeds; [reeds. Poor child of Doubt and Death, whose hope is built on
Regard and weigh yon dust before it Aies :
Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound;
Is that a temple where a God may dwell ?
. VI. .
Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ,