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Now Harold felt himself at length alone,
And bade to Christian tongues a long adieu :/
Now he adventured on a shore unknown,
Which all admire, but many dread to view :
His breast was arm'd 'gainst fate, his wants
were few:

Peril he sought not, but ne'er shrank to meet :
The scene was savage, but the scene was new;
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,
Though sadly scoff'd at by the circumcised,
Forgets that pride to pamper'd priesthood
dear;

Churchman and votary alike despised.
Foul superstition! howsoe'er disguised,
Idol, saint, virgin, prophet, crescent, cross,
For whatsoever symbol thou art prized,
Thou sacerdotal gain, but general loss!
Who from true worship's gold can separate thy
dross?

XLV.

Ambracia's gulf behold, where once was lost
A world for woman, lovely, harmless thing!
In yonder rippling bay, their naval host
Did many a Roman chief and Asian king

It is said that, on the day previous to the battle of Actium,
Antony had thirteen kings at his levée.

XLVIII.

Monastic Zitza! from thy shady brow,
Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground!
Where'er we gaze, around, above, below,
What rainbow tints, what magic charms are
found!

Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound,
And bluest skies that harmonize the whole :
Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound
Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll
Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet
please the soul.

Nicopolis, whose ruins are most extensive, is at some distance from Actium, where the wall of the Hippodrome survives in a few fragments. These ruins are large masses of brickwork, the bricks of which are joined by interstices of mortar, as large as the bricks themselves, and equally durable. † According to Pouqueville, the lake of Yanina: but Pouqueville is always out.

The celebrated Ali Pacha. Of this extraordinary man there is an incorrect account in Pouqueville's Travels.

§ Five thousand Suliotes, among the rocks and in the castle of Suli, withstood thirty thousand Albanians for eighteen years: the castle at last was taken by bribery. In this con

test there were several acts performed not unworthy of the better days of Greece.

The convent and village of Zitza are four hours' journey from Joannina, or Yanina, the capital of the pachalic. In the valley 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 Acarnania and Atolia 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 com parison can hardly be made.

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Kinder than polish'd slaves though not so bland, [ments damp,

The long wild locks that to their girdles stream'd,

And piled the hearth, and wrung their gar- While thus in concert they this lay half sang,
And fill'd the bowl, and trimm'd the cheerful

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ha'f scream'd:

TAMBOURGI! Tambourgi!† thy larum afar Gives hope to the valiant, and promise of war; All the sons of the mountains arise at the note, Chimariot, Illyrian, and dark Suliote!

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,
[the rock.
And descends to the plain like the stream from

Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive
The fault of a friend, bid an enemy live?
Let those guns so unerring such vengeance
forego?

What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe?
Macedonia sends forth her invincible race;
For a time they abandon the cave and the
chase:
[before
But those scarfs of blood-red shall be redder,
The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.

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And track to his covert the captive on shore.

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. I love the fair face of the maid in her youth; Her caresses shall lull me, her music shall soothe : [toned lyre, Let her bring from her chamber the manyAnd sing us a song on the fall of her sire. Remember the moment when Previsa fell,§ The shrieks of the conquer'd, the conquerors' yell; [shared, The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we The wealthy we slaughter'd, the lovely we spared.

talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear; He neither must know who would serve the Vizier : [ne'er saw Since the days of our prophet the Crescent A chief ever glorious like Ali Pashaw.

See long Note at the end of the volume, for a specimen of the Albanian dialect. † Drummer.

These stanzas are partly taken from different Albanese songs, as far as I was able to make them out by the exposition of the Albanese in Romaic and Italian.

§ It was taken by storm from the French.

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