Peril he sought not, but ne'er shrank to meet : This made the ceaseless toil of travel sweet, Beat back keen winter's blast, and welcomed summer's heat. XLIV. Here the red cross, for still the cross is here, Who from true worship's gold can separate thy dross? XLV. Ambracia's gulf behold, where once was lost GOD! was thy globe ordain'd for such to win and lose? XLVI. From the dark barriers of that rugged clime, Childe Harold pass'd o'er many a mount sublime, Are rarely seen: nor can fair Tempe boast To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast. (1) It is said, that on the day previous to the battle of Actium, Anthony had thirteen kings at his levee. (2) Nicopolis, whose ruins are most extensive, is at some distance from Actrım, where the wall of thy Hippodrome survives in a few fragments. XLVII. He pass'd bleak Pindus, Acherusia's lake, (1) And onwards did his further journey take To greet Albania's chief, (2) whose dread command Yet here and there some daring mountain-band XLVIII. Monastic Zitza! (^) from thy shady brow, Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. XLIX. Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill, (1) According to Pouqueville, the lake of Yanina ; but Pouqueville is always out (2) The celebrated Ali Pacha. Of this extraordinary man there is an incorrect account in Pouqueville's Travels. (3) Five thousand Suliotes, among the rocks and in the castle of Suli, withstood 30.000 Albanians for eighteen years; the castle at last was taken by bribery. In this contest there were several acts performed not unworthy of the better days of Greece. (4) The convent and village of Zitza are four hours' journey from Joannina, or Yanina, the capital of the Pachalick. In the valley of the river Kalamas (once the Acheron) flows, and, not far from Zitza, forms a fine cataract. The situation is perhaps the finest in Greece, though the approach to Delvinachi and parts of Acarna nia and Ætolia may contest the palm. Delphi, Parnassus, and, in Attica, even Cape Colonna and Port Raphti, are very inferior; as also every scene in Ionia, or the Troad: I am almost inclined to add the approach to Constantinople; but from the different features of the last, a comparison can hardly be made. (5) The Greek monks are so called. L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest, LI. Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight, Chimera's alps extend from left to right: Beneath, a living valley seems to stir; Flocks play, trees wave, streams flow, the mountain-fir Once consecrated to the sepulchre. Pluto! if this be hell I look upon, Close shamed Elysium's gates, my shade shall seek for none. LII. Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view; 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, 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 flecting 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! (1) The Chimariot mountains appear to have been volcanic. (2) Now called Kalamas. (3) Albanese cloak. LIV. ; Epirus' bounds recede, and mountains fail Or with the moonbeam sleep in midnight's solemn trance. LV. The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit, (') Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh, Swelling the breeze that sigh'd along the lengthening glen. LVI. He pass'd the sacred Haram's silent tower, Here men of every clime appear to make resort. LVII. Richly caparison'd, a ready row Of armed horse, and many a warlike store, (1) Anciently Mount Tomarus. (2) The river Laos was full at the time, the author passed it; and, immediately above Tepaleen, was to the eye as wide as the Thames at Westminster; at least in the opinion of the author and his fellow-traveller, Mr. Hobhouse. In the summer it must be much narrower. It certainly is the finest river in the Levant; neither Achelous, Alpheus, Acheron, Scamander, nor Cayster, approached it in breadth or beauty. And oft-times through the area's echoing door, While the deep war-drum's sound announced the close of day. LVIII. The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee, With shawl-girt head and ornamented gun, And crooked glaive; the lively, supple Greek; The bearded Turk, that rarely deigns to speak, LIX. Are mix'd conspicuous: some recline in groups, to prayer — lo! God is great!" LX. Just at this season Ramazani's fast Through the long day its penance did maintain : LXI. Here woman's voice is never heard: apart, |