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LIX. Are mix'd conspicuous: some recline in groups, Scanning the motley scene that varies round; There some grave Moslem to devotion stoops, And some that smoke, and some that play, are found; Here the Albanian, proudly treads the ground; Half whispering there the Greek is heard to prate; Hark! from the mosque the mighty solemn sound,
The Muezzin's call doth shake the minaret, [great !" “There is no god but God !-to prayer-lo! God is
But from the chambers came the mingling din,
Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears,
Along that aged venerable face,
Blood follows blood, and, through their mortal span, In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began
But Peace abhorreth artificial joys, [destroys. And Pleasure, leagued with Pomp, the zest of both
LXV. Fierce are Albania's children, yet they lack Not virtues, were those virtues more mature, Where is the foe that ever saw their back ? Who can so well the toil of war endure ? Their native fastnesses not more secure 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 chiet' may lead.
LXVI. Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain's tower Thronging to war in splendour and success; And after view'd them, when, witbin their power, Himself awhile the victim of distress; That saddening hour when bad men hotlier press : But these did shelter him beneath their roof, When less barbarians would have cheered him less,
And fellow countrymen have stood aloof-(27) (proof! In aught that trics the heart how few withstand the
LXVII. It chanc'd that adverse winds once drove his bark Full on the coast of Suli's shaggy shore, When all around was desolate and dark; To land was perilous, to sojourn more; Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Dubious to trust where treachery might lurk : At length they ventur’d forth, though doubting sore
That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk Might once again renew their ancient butcher work.
LXVIII, Vain fear! the Suliotes stretch'd the welcome hand, Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp, Kinder than polish'd slaves though not so bland, And pild the bearth, and wrung the garments damp, And fill'd the bowl, and trimm'd the cheerful lamp, And spread their fare ; though homely, all they had ; Such conduct bears Philanthrophy's rare stamp
To rest the weary and to soothe the sad,
Till he did greet white Achelons' tide,
Nor did he pass unmov'd the gentle scene,
LXXI. On the smooth shore the night fires brightly biaz’ıl, The feast was done, the red wine circling fast, (28) And he that unawares had there ygaz'd With gaping wonderwent had star'd aghast : For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past The native revels of the troop began ; Each Palikar (29) his sabre from him cast,
And bounding band in hand, man link'd to man, Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunc'd the kirtled clan.
5. 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.
6. I ask not the pleasures that riches supply, My sabre shall win what the feeble must buy, Shall win the young bride with her long flowing hair, And many a maid from her mother shall tear.
with dread; When his Delhis $ come dashing in blood o'er the banks How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks !
Seliclar !* * unsheath then our chief's scimitar.
* Yellow is the epithet given to the Russians. † lufidel,
Horse tails are the insignia of a Pacha.
Horsemeri, answering to our forlorn hope. ** Sword-bearer,