What Exile from himself can flee?

To zones, though more and more remote,

Still, still pursues, where'er I be,

The blight of life-the demon, Thought.

VII.

Yet others rapt in pleasure seem,
And taste of all that I forsake;
Oh! may they still of transport dream,
And ne'er, at least like me, awake!

VIII.

Through many a clime 't is mine to go,
With many a retrospection curst;
And all my solace is to know,

Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.

IX.

What is that worst? Nay, do not ask

In pity from the search forbear:

Smile on

nor venture to unmask

Man's heart, and view the Hell that's there.

LXXXV.

Adieu, fair Cadiz, yea, a long adieu!

Who may forget how well thy walls have stood?
When all were changing thou alone wert true,

First to be free and last to be subdued :

And if amidst a scene, a shock so rude,

Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye;

A traitor only fell beneath the feud:

Here all were noble, save Nobility;

None hugged a conqueror's chain, save fallen Chivalry!

LXXXVI.

Such be the sons of Spain, and strange her fate!

They fight for freedom who were never free,

A kingless people for a nerveless state;
Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee,

Cadiz.

"Adieu, fair Cadiz."