But he whom Sadness sootheth


abide, And scarce regret the region of his birth,

When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side, Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died.


Let such approach this consecrated land,
And pass in peace along the magic waste ;

spare its relics — let no busy hand
Deface the scenes, already how defaced !
Not for such purpose were these altars placed :
Revere the remnants nations once revered :
So may our country's name be undisgraced,

So may'st thou prosper where thy youth was rear'd,
By every honest joy of love and life endeard !


For thee, who thus in too protracted song
Hast soothed thine idlesse with inglorious lays,
Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng
Of louder minstrels in these later days :
To such resign the strife for fading bays -
Ill may such contest now the spirit move
Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise ;

Since cold each kinder heart that might approve, And none are left to please when none are left to love.


Thou too art gone, thou loved and lovely one !
Whom youth and youth's affections bound to me;
Who did for me what none beside have done,
Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee.
What is my being ? thou hast ceased to be!
Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home,
Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see

Would they had never been, or were to come!
Would he had ne'er return'd to find fresh cause to roam !


Oh! ever loving, lovely, and beloved!
llow selfish Sorrow ponders on the past,
And clings to thoughts now better far removed !
But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last.
All thou couldst have of minc, stern Death! thou hast •

The parent, friend, and now the more than friend : Ne'er yet for one thino arrows few so fast,

And grief with grief continuing still to blend, Hath snatch'd the little joy that life had yet to lend.

Then must I plunge again into the crowd,
And follow all that Peace disdains to seek ?
Where Revel calls, and Laughter, vainly loud,
False to the heart, distorts the hollow cheek,
To leave the flagging spirit doubly weak ;
Still o'er the features, which perforce they cheer,
To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique ;

Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
Or raise the writhing lip with ill-dissembled sneer.

XCVIII. What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. Before the Chastener humbly let me bow, O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroy'd : Roll on, vain days ! full reckless may ye flow,

Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoy'd, And with the ills of Eld mine earlier years alloy'd.



Note [A]. See p. 44.
To rive what Goth, and Turk, and Time hath spared.”

Stanza xii. linc 2.

At this moment, (January 3, 1809,) besides what has been already deposited in London, an Hydriot vessol is in the Pyræus to receive every portable relic. Thus, as I heard a young Greek observe, in common with inany or his countrymen - for, lost as they are, they yet feel on this occasion - thus may Lord Elgin boast of havo ing ruined Athens. An Italian painter of the first eminence, named Lusieri, is the agent of devastation ; and like the Greek finder of Verres in Sicily, who followed the saino profossion, he has proved the able instruinent of plunder. Belween this artixt and ino French Consul Fauvel, who wishes to rescue the remains for his own governinent, there is now a violent dispute concerning a car employed in their conveyanco, tho wheel of which – I wish they were both broken upon it has been locked up by the Consul, and Lusicri has laid his complaint beroro tho Waywode. Lord Elgin has been extremely happy in his choice of Signor Lusieri. During a residence of len years in Athens, he never had the curiosity to proceed as far as Suni'ım,* till he accompanied us in our second excursion. However, his works, as

* Now Cape Colonna. In all Attica, if we except Athens itself and Marathon, there is no scene more interesting than Cape Colonna. To the antiquary and artist, sixteen columns are an inexhaustible source of observation and design; to tho philosopher, the supposed scene of some of Plato's conversations will not be unwelcomo ; and the traveller will be struck with the beauty of the prospect over " Isles that crown the Ægean deep :but for an Englishman, Colonna has yet an additional interest, as the actual spot of Falconer's Shipwreck. 'Pallas and Plato are forgotten. in the recollection of Falconer and Campbell :

“ Hore in the dead of night by Lonna's steep,

The seaman's cry was heard along the deep." This templo of Minerva may be seen at sea from a great distance. In two journeys which I made, and one voyage to Cape Colonna, the view from either side, by land, was less striking 'than the approach from the isles. In our second land excursion, we had a narrow escape from a party of Mainotes, concealed in the caverns beneath. We were told afterwards, by one of their prisoners subsequently ransomed, that they were deterred from attacking us by the appearance of my two Albanians : conjeciuring vory sagaciously, but falsely, that we had a completo guard of these Ar. naouts at hand, they remained stationary, and thus saved our party, which was too small to havo opposed any effectual resistance. Colonna is no less a resort of painters than of píratos : thcro

“ The hireling artist plants his paltry desk,
And makes dograded nature picturesque.".

(Soo Hodgson's Lady Jane Gray, &c.) But there Nature, with the aid of Art, has done that for herself. I was fortunato onough to engage a very superior German artist ; and hopo to renew my acquaintance with this and many other Levantine sconos, by tho arrival of his porformancos.

far as they go, are most beautiful; but they are almost all unfinished. Whilo ho am dois patrons conting themselves to lastinnedals, appreciating caincos, skolche in columns, and cheapening goms, their hiulo absurditius aro as harmless as insuco or tux-hunting, maiden speechifying, barouche-driving, or any such pastimo; but wlion they carry away thice or four shiploads of the most valuable and inassy relics that time and barbarism have leti iu the most injured and most celebrated ot' cties ; when they destroy, in a vain altempt to tear down, those works which have been the admiration of ages, I know no motive which can excuse, no name which can designate, the perpetrators of this dastardly devastation. It was not the least of the crimes laid io ihe charge of Verrus, that he had plundered Sicily, in the manner since imitated at Athens. The most unblushing impudence could hardly go farther than to affix the name of its plunderer to the walls of the Acropolis : while the wan. lon and useless defucement of thu whole range of the basso-relievos, in one compartnient of the temple, will never permit that name to be pronounced' by an observer without execration. On this occasion I speak impartially : I am not a colloctor or admirer of collections, consequently no rival; bui I have some early prepossession in favour of Greece, and do not think the honour of England advanced by plunder. whether of India or Attica. Another noble Lord has done better, because he has done less : but some others, more or less noble, yet "all honourable men,” have done best, because, after a deal of excavation and execration, bribery to the Way. wode, mining and countermining, they have done nothing at all

. We had such inkshed, and wine-shed, which almost ended in bloodshed? Lord E.'s “prig Jonathan Wylde for the definition of priggism”-quarrelled with another, Gropius* by name, (a very good name too for his business,) and muttered something about satisfaction, in a verbal answer to a note of the poor Prussian : this was stated at table to Gropius, who laughed, but could eat no dinner afterwards. The rivals were not reconciled when I left Greece. I have reason to remember their

squabble, for they wanted to make me their arbitrator.


Note [B].

See p. 51.
Lanıl of Albania ! let me benul mine eyes
On thee, thou rugged nurse of savage men !

Stanza xxxviii. lines 5 and 6.

Aibania comprises part of Macedonin, Illyria, Chaonia, and Epirus. Iskander is the Turkish word for Alexander; and the celebrated Scanderberg (Lord Alexander) is alluded to in the third and fourth lines of the thirty-eighth stanza. I do not know whether I am correct in making Scanderberg the countryman of Alexander, who was born at Pella in Macedun, but Mr. Gibbon terms him so, and adds Pyrrhus to the list, in speaking of his oxploils.

Of Albania Gibbon remarks, that a country “ within sight of Italy is less known than the interior of America." Circumstances, of little consequence to mention, led Mr. Hobhouse and myself into that country before we visited any other part of the Ottoman dominions; and with the exception of Major Leake, then officially resident at Joannina, no other Englishmen have ever advanced beyond the capital intu the interior, as that gentleman very lately assured me. Ali Pacha was at that time

* This Sr. Gropius was employed by a noble Lord for the sole purpose of sketching, in which he excels; but I am sorry to say, that he has, through the abused sanction of that most respectable name, been treuding at humble

distance in tho steps of Sr. Lusieri. A shipful of his trophies was detained, and I believe confiscated, at Constantinople, in 1810. I am most happy to be now enabled to state, that “this was not in his bond ;” that he was employed solely as a painter, and that his noble patron disavows all connexion with him, except as an artist. If the error in the first and second edition of this poem has given ihe noble Lord a moment's pain, I am very sorry for it: Sr. Gropius has assumed for years the name of his agent and though I cannot much condemn myself for sharing in the mistake of so many, I am happy in being one of the first to be undeceived. Indeed, I have as much pleasuro in contradicting this as I felt regret in stating it,

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