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XXXV.
'Tis an old lesson ; Time approves it true,
And those who know it best, deplore it most;
When all is won that all desire to woo,
The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost :
Youth wasted , minds.degraded , honour lost,
These are thy fruits, successful Passion! these !
If, kindly cruel, early Hope is crost,

Still to the last it rankles, a disease,
Not to be cured when Love itself forgets to please.

XXXVI.
Away! nor let me loiter in my song,
For we have many a mountain-path to tread,
And mauy a varied shore to sail along,
By pensive Sadness, not by Fiction, led-
Climes, fair withall as ever mortal head
İmagined in its little shemes of thought;
Or e'er in new Utopias were read,

To teach man what he might be, or he ought;
If that corrupted thing, could ever such be taught. ..

XXXVII. , . . '." Dear Nature is the kindest mother still, !.. ? Though alway changing, in her aspect mild, ; From her bare bosom let me take my fill, , ., Her never-weaned, though not her favoured child. Oh! she is fairest in her features wild,

Where nothing polished dares pollute her path :
To me by day or night she ever smiled,

Though I have marked her. when none other hath,
And sought her more and more, and loved her best in wrat!, .

XXX VIII.

Land of Albania! where Iskander rose,
Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise, .
And he his name-sake, whose oft-baffled foes
Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprize:
Land of Albania! 11 let me bend mine eyes
On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage men !
The cross descends , thy minarets arise,

And the pale crescent sparkles in the glen,
Through many a cypress grove, within each city's keri.

XXXIX.

Childe Harold sailed , and passed the barren spot, fi
Where sad Penelope o’erlooked the wave;
And onward viewed the mount, not yet forgot,
The lover's refuge, and the Lesbian's grave.
Dark Sappho! could not verse immortal saře
That breast imbued with such immortal fire?
Could she not live who life éternal gave?

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

X L.:
'Twas on a Grecian autumn's gentle eve
Childe Harold hailed Leucadia’s cape afar;
A spot he longed to see, nor cared to leave:
Oft did he mark the scenes of vanished 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 loathed the bravo's trade, and laughed at martial wight.

XLI.
But wfien he saw the evening star above
Leucadia’s far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of fruitless love, 14 .
He felt , or deemed he felt, no common glow :
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount;
He watched the billows' melancholy flow,

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

'. XLII. '. . ,
Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills,
Dark Sulis' rocks, and Pindus" inland peak, . in
Robed half in mist, bedewed with snowy rills, 11.9.,
Arrayed 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 himselt 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 armed '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 welcomed summer's heat ,

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Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,
Though sadly scoffed at by the circumcised,
Forgets that pride to pampered Priesthood dear;
Churchman and votary alike despised.
Foul Superstition! howsoe'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 gulph behold, where once was lost
A world for woman, lovely, harmless thing!
In yonder rippling bays 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 reared them, withering:

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

XLVI.
From the dark barrier of that rugged clime,
Ev'n to the centre of Illyria's vales,
Childe Harold passed 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,

XLVII.
He passed bleak Pindus, Acherusia's lake, 19
And left the primal city of the land,
And onwards did his further journey take
To greet Albania's chief, 18 whose dread command

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