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It is not that yon hoary lengthening beard
In years, have mark'd him with a tiger's tooth; Blood follows blood, and, through their mortal span, In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began.
'Mid many things most new to ear and eye
And Pleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of both destroys.
Fierce are Albania's children, yet they lack
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.
Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain's tower
That saddening hour when bad men hotlier press:
It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark
Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk:
Vain fear! the Suliotes stretch'd the welcome hand,
Doth lesson happier men, and shames at least the bad.
It came to pass, that when he did address
To traverse Acarnania's forest wide,
In war well season'd, and with labours tann'd,
And from his further bank Ætolia's wolds espied.
Where lone Utraikey forms its circling cove, And weary waves retire to gleam at rest, How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove, Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast, As winds come lightly whispering from the west, Kissing, not ruffling, 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 glean.
On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed,
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,
Childe Harold at a little distance stood And view'd, but not displeased, the revelrie, Nor hated harmless mirth, however rude: 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'd: (30)
(31) TAMBOURGI! Tambourgi!* thy 'larum afar
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
Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego?
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, before The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.
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 covert the captive on shore.
I ask not the pleasures that riches supply,
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth,
Remember the moment when Previsa fell, (32)