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Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears, who never quits the breast, no meaner passion


LXII. In marble-paved pavilion, where a spring Of living water from the centre rose, Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling, And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose, Ali reclined, a man of war and woes; Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace, While Gentleness her milder radiance throws

Along that aged venerable face, The deeds tbat lurk beneath, and stain him with


· LXIII. It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard Ill suits the passions which belong to youth; Love conquers age-so Hafiz hath averr'd, So sing's the Teian, and he sings in soothBut crimes that scorn the tender voice of Ruth, Beseeming all men ill, but most the man In years, have marked him with a tiger's tooth; Blood follows blood, and, through their mortal

span, In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood


LXIV. 'Mid many things most new to ear and eye The pilgrim rested here his weary feet, And gazed around on Moslem luxury, Till quickly wearied with that spacious seat Of Wealth and Wantonness, the choice retreat of sated Grandeur from the city's noise ; And were it humbler it in sooth were sweet ;

But Peace abhorreth artificial joys, [destroys. And Pleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of both

LXV. Fierce are Albania's children, yet they lack · Not virtues, were those virtues more mature. Where is the foe that ever saw their back? Who can so well the toil of war endure? Their native fastnesses not more secure Than they in doubtful time of troublous need : Their wrath how deadly ! but their friendship

sure, When Gratitude or Valour bids them bleed, Unshaken rushing on where'er their chief may lead.

LXVI. Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain's tower Thronging to war in splendour and success; And after view'd them, when, within their power, Himself awhile the victim of distress; That saddening hour when bad men hotlier press : But these did shelter him beneath their roof, When less barbarians would have cheered him


And fellow-countrymen have stood aloof-(27) In aught that tries the heart how few withstand the


LXVII. It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore, When all around was desolate and dark; To land was perilous, to sojourn more; Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk: At length they ventured forth, though doubting


That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk Might once again renew their ancient butcher-work.

LXVIII. Vain fear! the Suliotes stretch'd the welcome hand,

(swamp, Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous, Kinder than polish'd slaves though not so bland, And piled the hearth and wrung their garments

damp, And fill'd the bowl, and trimm'd the cheerful lamp,

[had : And spread their fare ; though homely, all they Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stamp

To rest the weary and to soothe the sad, bad. Doth lesson happier men, and shames at least the

LXIX. It came to pass, that when he did address Himself to quit at lengh this mountain-land, Combined marauders half-way barr'd egress, And wasted far and near with glaive and brand ; And therefore did he take a trusty band To traverse Acarnania's forest wide, In war well season'd, and with labours tann'd, .

Till he did greet white Achelous' tide, . And from his further bank Ætolia's wolds espied.

LXX. Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove, And weary waves retire to gleam at rest, How brown the foliage of tbe green hill's grove, Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast, As winds come lightiy whispering from the west, Kissing, not ruffing, the blue deep's serene: Here Harold was received a welcome guest;

Nor did he pass unmoved the gentle scene, For many a joy could he from Night's soft presence


LXXI. On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly

blazed, The feast was done, the red wine circling fast, (28) And he that unawares had there ygazed With gaping wonderment had stared aghast; For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past The native revels of the troop began ; Each Palikar (29) his sabre from him cast,

And bounding hand in hand, man link'd to man, Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunced the

kirtled clan.

LXXII. Childe Harold at a little distance stood And view'd, but not displeased, the revelrie, Nor hated harmless mirth, however rude: 5 In sooth, it was no vulgar sight to see Their barbarous, yet their not indecent, glee, And, as the flames along their faces gleam'd, Their gestures nimble, dark eyes flashing free,

The long wild locks that to their girdles stream'd, While thus in concert they this lay half sang, half

scream': (30)

1. (31) TAMBOURGI ! Tambourgi !* thy 'larum afar Gives hope to the valiant and promise of war; All the sons of the mountains arise at the note, Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote!

• Drummer.

2. Oh! who is more brave than a dark Suliote, In his snowy camese and his shaggy capote? To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild

flock, And descends to the plain like the stream from

the rock.


Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive
The fault of a friend, bid an enemy live?
Let those guns so unerring such vengeance

What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe?

Macedonia sends forth her invincible race;
For a time they abandon the cave and the chase :
But those scarfs of blood-red shall be redder, be-


The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.

5. Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the

waves, And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves, Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar, And track to his covet the captive on shore.


· I ask not the pleasures that riches supply,

My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy; Shall win the young bride with her long flowing

hair, And many a maid from her mother shall tear.

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